The weather is the last truly wild thing on Earth.
We can't predict it and we can't control it.
I'm Donal Maclntyre, and I'm going to journey around the world to seek out the wildest weather there is.
In this series, I'm going to experience the fastest winds on Earth.
136 miles an hour.
The awesome cycle of water around the planet.
I've been for...
I can't talk!
I'm going to take a ride into the cold heart of winter.
An adventure, I agree, but it gives you a once-in-a-lifetime view of the top of the wo-o-o-rld!
I'll experience the dark side of summer.
There's 1.5 million volts hitting my finger right now.
I'm going to get blasted... roasted... soaked and frozen because I want to understand how weather works, the awesome forces that drive it... and how it affects us all.
I'll meet those who survived the worst it gets and try to understand why the weather is changing... and what that means for the future.
It's going to be the ride of a lifetime.
This is..."Wild Weather"!
Our Earth is vast - 24,500 miles around - but all our weather takes place within this thin blue streak.
And it's through that thin blue streak that I'm about to go, to the very top of the weather.
Donal hi.
Are you ready for this?
Even in a jet, it takes a day to circle the earth, but I can fly through the weather in just a few minutes if I go straight up.
D316 Bravo.
Pilot Two cleared for take-off.
Right around here, about a mile or so up, is where the rain clouds start.
This is where it all comes from.
For the next few miles, all those billions of gallons float in the clouds waiting to turn into rain.
But thankfully they don't go on for ever.
So if you want a bit of sunshine, all you do is this.
For every mile we climb, the air cools by 17 degrees Celsius.
From here, at about five miles, you can look down on a thunderstorm, look into the eye of a hurricane, or even hitch a ride with the jet stream, the fastest wind on Earth.
And this is it - six and a half miles up.
The weather stops here.
Up this high, the air stops cooling and remains a constant minus 50 degrees Celsius.
All the moisture in the air has dried out.
This freezing layer of dry air is called the tropopause.
It acts as a lid, trapping all our weather below.
Way above, you enter the stratosphere, an almost completely weather-free zone.
And beyond it, space.
It's amazing to think that below me is every kind of weather imaginable.
We'll start the series by taking a journey with the winds.
In the next hour, I'm going to experience everything from a breeze to the fury of a tornado.
In just a few heart-stopping moments,
I'm going to be back down there to see how it all begins.
Take it away, Barry!
Wooh!
Having shot to the top of the weather, I thought I'd take the easy way down.
Below me is the equator and the start of my journey with wind.
And this... is where it all begins.
This is where the wind is actually born.
It's hot - damned hot.
And what's really strange is there's no wind.
And that's because this... is the doldrums.
So how is it that there are no winds where the winds are born?
The doldrums are basically a narrow strip of complete calm, five to ten degrees either side of the equator.
The intense energy of the sun heats the air, which rises in huge columns, sucking in powerful surface winds from north and south.
The only movement of air is up, so the areas underneath remain calm and windless.
This rising air is the first movement of a massive global wind cycle which will take it right across the world.
To follow the start of the wind's journey, follow this.
Down here at sea level, my leaf drifts lazily until it is lifted up by the rising warm air.
Way above, a huge pattern emerges.
The world's winds are locked into an endless cycle.
If you could see it, it would look something like this.
Warm air rises from the equator and hits the tropopause.
It then slides north and south before sinking back down to Earth and returning to the equator as the winds we feel on land or sea.
This process then repeats itself in a further two enormous wind cycles both north and south.
These six wind cells constantly try to balance the temperature between the freezing poles and the sweltering equator.
Think of it as the earth's air conditioning system.
If it didn't exist, the poles would be 25 degrees colder and the equator would be 14 degrees hotter.
And all this from a place of dead calm.
In the days of sail, being adrift in the doldrums was every sailor's nightmare.
Water on board was limited.
When that was gone, so were your chances of survival.
Stuck here alone with just my book is how countless sailors must have found themselves.
We came across a calm so endless that we saw no end in it - except death.
That's how one sailor remembered it.
Nowadays, it's hard to imagine the torture of waiting for the wind sailors endured.
But of course, if you survived long enough, the winds would come again.
That's because the doldrums follow the seasons.
As summertime moves from the northern to the southern hemisphere, the areas of intense heat that create the doldrums moves south, dragging them with it.
Then the winds created by that huge global system eventually return.
I can feel that breeze now.
Let's get outta here!
Every wind on Earth begins its cycle here.
To see what they can do, I'm off to experience all I can of this invisible force, from the fury of a tornado to the terrifying gales of the Pacific Ocean;
from the icy blasts of an Arctic morning and the cooling breeze of a summer day.
To get an idea of what to expect, I have to go underground.
Wind is measured by the force it exerts on an object.
Today, that object is going to be me.
This place can produce wind speeds in excess of 200 miles an hour.
It's funnel-shaped, so the wind speed increases as the air gets squeezed.
Up there, where I will stand, the wind is seven times faster than down here.
So it's a great place to feel the full force of it.
The speed of wind is measured using the Beaufort scale.
This is Force 2 - about six to ten miles an hour.
It feels like the gentle breeze of a summer's day.
But at 25 to 30 miles per hour, things are picking up.
This is Force 6, a strong breeze where big trees sway and you have to fight your umbrellas.
At 40 miles an hour
- Force 8 - it's getting tough to stand up.
A few miles an hour more and there'll be slight damage to your house.
Tree branches are already breaking.
But once you hit Force 9, things are getting really stormy.
50 miles an hour, a good gale, trees and power lines down, houses damaged.
But I'm still standing, as you can see.
It's taking my full weight.
In a wind tunnel, it might look like fun, but in nature, winds of this speed are deadly, and we call them hurricanes.
The people of Dade County, Florida, know about living through a hurricane.
In 1992, Hurricane Andrew changed their lives for ever.
A devastation, a tragedy like this coming into an area just shakes up people's lives for years and years to come.
The nightmare began on Friday August 14.
Like all hurricanes, Andrew began life off the coast of Africa in the warm waters of the tropical Atlantic.
Hot humid air rose up to create several thunderstorms around an area of low pressure.
Because of the earth's rotation, the storms rushed into the low pressure area in an anti-clockwise direction, like water down a plughole.
This spun them all into one enormous system which was driven across the ocean by powerful winds.
4,000 miles away in the United States, the swirling mass of thunderstorms had already been spotted.
They'd not yet formed a hurricane, but they were seen as a potential killer and were being closely monitored by hurricane experts.
One of them, Stanley Goldenberg, had flown through many hurricanes, but this time his experience was going to be very different.
I was asked to fly Hurricane Andrew and would have loved to go and fly but I said, "My wife's expecting, no." We didn't dream what would happen.
Andrew continued to build.
Like all tropical storms, it was fuelled by heat.
Warm water vapour in the cloud is attracted to minute particles like salt or pollen, causing the water vapour to condense.
This process, changing from a gas to a liquid, releases heat and in a storm the size of Andrew, the result is vast billowing updraughts which suck in more moisture from the sea's surface, creating more rain and heat, driving the wind speed higher and higher.
By Thursday morning, as the energy within the storm grew, the wind speeds accelerated to over 75 miles per hour.
Andrew was now officially a hurricane.
On Friday, the hurricane watchers saw Andrew weaken and turn away from Florida.
We thought it would move out to sea.
The Miami Herald said, 'Andrew moves out to sea. " Don't we wishl
By Saturday morning, Andrew was gaining strength.
The eye of the hurricane hit the Bahamas with wind speeds of up to 122 miles per hour.
Florida lay just ten hours ahead.
Andrew was now 100 miles across.
The outer edges were already lashing the Florida coast.
Having spent years studying hurricanes from the safety of his desk, a bizarre twist of fate meant Stanley, his family and new baby were about to become victims of Andrew.
This is our house calmly waiting for Hurricane Andrew.
Trapped at home, he hoped the eye of the hurricane would pass to the north.
I was in denial. "This isn't happening."
I was dealing with a new baby and with a hurricanel
If you can see, it's the beginnings of Andrew.
This is just one little squall.
We have much more to go.
Sunday 23rd August.
We're going to weather it out.
- "Hi, Daniell" - "Hil"
Boy, did you hear that?
I don't know if a video will pick up anything out there, but it's coming.
People talk about a tornado as sounding like a freight train or plane going by.
This was like that but seemed to get louder and louder.
It is blowing out there.
I've never seen anything like it before.
We can feel our ears constantly pop.
The winds outside are at least 110 mph.
Aaron, are you OK?
The highest winds in a hurricane are found around the wall of the eye, the outer edge of the black ring.
At 4.35 on Sunday morning, the deadly eye wall of Andrew hit Dade County at 175 miles an hour, destroying the radar that produced these images.
People asked did I hear the roof rip off.
Something hit the kitchen or living room wall and it fell on us.
Things pressed down on us in a tiny space.
The water level was rising.
Things were getting louder and noisier and we thought we were going to die.
When the roof gave and we were in the most terrifying situation during the worst part of the storm, we were pinned under the wall right there.
It fell on top of us and pinned us there.
The kids crying, us crying, thanking God that we were all safe.
Hallelujah...
Hallelujah.
It shakes me when I see the film.
I think, "These poor guys don't know what's gonna happen. "
A few blocks away from Stanley's house, a neighbourhood of pre-fab houses sat on the edge of the eye of the storm.
The lightweight structures had no chance.
This is the worst.
This is a trailer park "at about 13"7"th and 152nd."
There's many trailer parks in this area.
This is another typical street.
Everything total rubble.
For some people, the worst wind they've experienced is a strong thunderstorm.
They've seen 50-mile-an-hour gusts where power lines or trees go down.
Well the force of Andrew was almost 15 to 20 times that kind of force.
Hurricane Andrew terrorised the people of Florida for six hours, and by morning, 23 people had lost their lives.
High above the coast of Florida is a wind even faster than a hurricane.
It's one of the fastest on Earth.
It's called the jet stream - a massive river of wind 125 miles wide that circles the whole planet at up to 200-300 miles an hour.
To get an idea of what that feels like, it's back to the wind tunnel.
This is attached to an anchor point in the ceiling.
This is to make sure that if the wind takes you off your feet, you'll be OK.
It's a record attempt.
No one's stood the speed of a jet stream here before.
Lucky me (!
)
We'll aim for the speed of the jet stream.
We can do it.
If it's too dangerous, obviously still do it!
- If it's too dangerous...
- Y"ou're a braver man than mel"
The jet stream wind we'll try to reproduce down here was first discovered through an ingenious act of war.
The story begins in Oregon in 1945 during the Second World War.
A party of schoolchildren found a strange object.
As they played with it, it exploded, killing them all.
Similar objects were also found along the west coast of the USA and Canada.
Closer inspection showed they were Japanese bombs, carried by huge paper balloons.
Canadian bomb disposal expert Bert Day got a close-up look.
This is one quarter of the chandelier that hung below the big paper bag that held up all the bombs.
It's so hard to believe - complicated as hell but it worked pretty well.
(NEWSREEL) This is one of the Japanese paper balloons, identified by the code name 'paper".
Blown by the winds, the bombs could land anywhere.
The military became worried about the panic that might develop if the public knew they were Japanese.
To cover it up, we blamed it on the Royal Canadian Air Force.
We said that they were flying by and the damn thing fell out of the plane.
"Those stupid bastardsl" We blamed it on them and got away with it.
The mystery was how the balloons were getting from Japan to the USA.
A balloon that size could only travel for four or five hundred miles, and Japan was over four-and-a-half thousand miles away.
The Japanese had already discovered a fast-flowing stream of wind after flying across the Pacific towards the USA in just half the time it took them to get back.
Not until after the war would the true nature of this wind be revealed.
The Japanese had devised a cheap and effective way of bombing the USA by harnessing their knowledge - a brilliant idea.
Launched from three sites in Japan, an ingenious system of weights, altimeters and timers carried the balloons up to 50,000 feet until they entered what we now call the jet stream.
Caught in the flow, they were whisked across the Pacific and timed to drop onto the USA and Canada.
Down they'd come and - whammol - they'd be in the trees or wherever, with the damn bombs hanging on them.
The Japanese discovery of the jet stream meant America was defenceless against this ingenious airborne attack.
There was nothing we could do.
It was quite a design.
Pretty smart.
The Japs were sharp.
Despite the huge distance, over 1,000 balloon bombs reached North America, but in the end only six people were ever killed.
Today, the jet streams are used for much more benign reasons - if you can ever find one.
For world record-holding balloonists Brian Jones and Bertrand Picard, finding the jet stream became a matter of life and death.
Starting in Switzerland, the plan was to be the first balloon to circumnavigate the earth.
They hoped to do it by flying within the jet streams.
In a balloon, we can't see the jet stream or know where it is, so we have to use meteorologists.
We had two meteorologists working full time doing something like 10,000 calculations every day just to try and track the jet stream.
There are actually five jet streams at between six and nine miles up.
They mark the boundaries between the wind cells.
Low pressure air rises from the equator and meets high pressure air from the poles.
Where they converge, a spinning unpredictable tube of air is created.
It's the free ride that the jet stream provides that made Jones and Picard so desperate to find the right one.
It was just incredible watching the speed build up.
I remember thinking, "I have no idea who's flying this balloon,
"but please carry on, you're doing a grand job. " It was that feeling.
That's what the jet stream did for us.
We'd gone around the world, crossed the Pacific, with just the Atlantic to go.
And this is where it all began to go wrong.
After 14 days, they'd travelled nearly three-quarters of the way around the world before the jet stream suddenly abandoned them.
It suddenly disappeared.
It's like the fingers on a hand.
It fragments.
We had to drop down really low and get out of this and simply wait for the next jet stream to form.
All the pundits thought we'd never cross the Atlantic, and so did we.
Faced with the threat of ditching in freezing, hostile seas, five days from the nearest help, the outlook appeared bleak.
It's horribly slow - only 21 knots at the moment.
We're right out in the middle of nowhere and not going very fast.
Five agonising days passed.
This was no longer a race for a world record.
It was a desperate bid to stay alive.
And then, the jet stream reappeared.
But to get back into it meant climbing higher and using precious fuel.
The balloon was getting lighter - we'd thrown out stuff to make us lighter - we were able to push and push to get as high as we possibly could.
When we got to that altitude in the core of the jet stream,
"suddenly we weren't doing" 7"0 miles" an hour, it was 120, 130 and building.
And we shot across the Atlantic in the core of this jet stream wind.
We just looked at each other and thought, "This is just fantasticl"
There was no question of us not making the finishing line.
And we didl
We've done itl
From take-off to touchdown in North Africa, around the world in just 21 days.
I'm now ready for my own record-breaking attempt - the speed of the jet stream.
The tunnel can do it.
The question is, can I?
No one has withstood much more than 100 miles per hour in here.
Not yet, anyway.
Off!
Enough!
Enough!
Nowhere near the speed of a jet stream.
But the guys tell me I'm the first to withstand even this.
I wouldn't recommend it, though!
I feel as though I've been massaged by 100 sumo wrestlers!
Oh, dear!
An avalanche of wind just piercing your whole body.
The movement of your hands sends your body all the way over here.
In the real world, it's nothing like this.
No safety lines, no controlled environment.
It's a nightmare.
This was just the equivalent of an average hurricane or small tornado.
Without protection, I can't imagine what it'd be like. Incomprehensible.
136 is tough, but Chad Urwin has been within six inches of a 300-miles-per-hour wind and survived... when this tornado went over his head.
That's double the speed I've just tried.
Nature's winds are always savagely unpredictable.
We were watching the news and heard about the tornado coming out of the south-west.
It came from that direction, about a mile and a half wide.
Y"ou could see the tornado" sitting on the top of the hill.
It sat there for a minute then moved right.
It picked up a 26,000-square-foot church and spun it round completely.
It turned it upside down and slammed it to the ground like Tinker toys.
We came over here.
We were pelted by gravel coming at about 100 miles an hour.
My son started wavering like he was gonna be blown into the pond.
We ran this way.
We got in here.
All of us got in here.
We walked on our knees until we got to the centre.
Then we rode the tornado out while we sat in here.
So how does a wind spin itself into such a concentrated killer?
The exact mechanism is still unclear.
But it seems our friend the jet stream plays a part.
Tornadoes form in huge rotating thunderstorms known as super-cells.
These can rise as much as eight miles into the sky, and as they grow upwards they encounter the jet streams.
These fast high-level rivers of wind suck air out of the top of the storm, causing more air to be sucked in at the bottom.
This creates turbulence within the storm that causes the air within it to roll over itself.
The result is a horizontal spinning vortex of air.
Strong updraughts push the vortex into a tube and can force it downwards.
When it touches the earth, a twister is born.
The consequences can be lethal.
I feel sorry for the others that lost loved ones.
As I got out of the tin horn I saw a boy and his mother trying to get into the bathroom.
I said, "Where's your mother?"
He said, "The tornado just sucked her out of my hand. "
She didn't make it.
She died that night.
After the storm, evidence emerged that vehicles and even people had been sucked up into the tornado and carried vast distances.
Chad was one of the few survivors to witness the results.
A van and a pick-up came here from Verdon, Oklahoma, 55 miles away.
The guy who was supposedly dropped in this pond came from 30 miles away.
The tornado that ripped through Chad's neighbourhood is rare, known as an F5, the most powerful on the Fujita scale.
It contained the fastest winds ever recorded - a staggering 318 miles an hour.
At these speeds, wind can rip the tarmac from a road.
The force on the ground is the same as the shockwave from a nuclear bomb.
My wife said, "How's the house?" I said, "What house?"
She said, "Don't joke." I said, "I'm not."
I said, 'Johnson's house isn't here, our house isn't here.
"Nothing, there isn't nothing out here. "
It breaks your heart to find a piece of something that belonged to you.
I walk on the hill when it rains to look for things that belonged to me.
Every once in a while I get lucky and find something.
The little town of Bridge Creek, south of Oklahoma City, was worst affected.
In just 15 minutes, the twister had devastated the community, and in the hours that followed, survivors struggled to the school gym, one of the few remaining buildings.
What have we got here?
Their injuries were horrific.
The twister had thrown tons of metal, wood and glass into the air with the power of a machine gun.
The survivors bore all the hallmarks.
Even mud and flecks of dirt had been driven at such high speeds that they'd been forced deep into the skin.
In an area of less than two square miles, ten of their neighbours had been killed.
The next day, the damage became clear.
The Bridge Creek tornado had mown a vast strip 20 miles long through the town and surrounding hills.
In all, 65 tornadoes hit the Oklahoma region that day.
42 people died and nearly 3,500 homes were destroyed in just 11 hours.
There were several people killed by that tornado.
People like the Darnells that lived here on the hill.
Kelly Cox lost her mother up there.
The Underwoods lived over the hill here.
Those people will always haunt me.
I hope I never go through anything like that again.
Once is enough.
When a powerful wind hits an object on land, it unleashes some of its energy - a house pulverised or a forest laid flat.
But when the wind hits the water, the transfer of energy can be awesome.
Wind creates friction on any surface.
But the largest on the planet is the ocean which covers over 70% of it.
So it's no surprise to find the friction between wind and water has amazing results.
Hawaii is the best place to test the enormous energy generated by the friction between the two.
The folks here are world experts at harnessing it in any way they can.
With just a few metres of nylon and a 20-mile-an-hour breeze, the power of the wind can be turned to a maximum-strength adrenaline buzz.
Champion kite surfer Marigold Zoll claims she can get me airborne in a single afternoon.
It can't be that difficult - it's only a kite, after all.
If you double the wind speed, you get four times the force.
So add another few miles an hour to the wind speed against my kite now and in theory there'd be enough power to lift the average family car.
However, it seems today that's not going to work for me.
So we're getting a bigger kite?
- Y"eah."
- I'm heavy and we need some air.
- That's the real reason, isn't it?
- "That's right."
Bit of a ballerina about me out there.
- Very smooth.
- Y"ou were on your toes."
Am I a bit too smug for a beginner?
We'll see how you do on the board.
Just as wind pushes against my kite, it also pushes against the water.
The result is waves.
But getting onto them is not as easy as it looks.
A few tiddly Hawaiian waves can eat you in and spit you out, so imagine what the whoppers can do.
When you think of the chaotic way that waves are born, it's a wonder there's any order to them.
In fact, every ocean has its own unique wave rhythm.
You can tell the size of an ocean by the number of times a wave breaks in a single minute.
Here in Hawaii, you get about seven crashing ashore every 60 seconds.
And over here, 10,500 miles to the east, on the far shore of the Atlantic, on the Irish coast, you get... eight waves a minute.
But if I go back there 5,000 miles... over to the smaller Gulf of Mexico, you count many more waves per minute.
Nine... ten... eleven.
There are 12 per minute - that's five more than in Hawaii.
That's because the Atlantic and the Pacific are far bigger oceans than the Gulf of Mexico.
The bigger the ocean, the more time and space for the wind to act upon it.
The longer the wind blows on a wave, the larger it becomes and the more distant from other waves.
So in really big oceans, you get bigger waves and fewer of them - about seven every minute on the Pacific coast, compared to 12 on the smaller Gulf of Mexico.
If there's no wind, there's no waves.
The erratic nature of the wind stabbing at the surface creates waves.
The further across the sea the wind blows, the bigger the wave it creates.
Wind and water are in constant contact, each bringing friction against each other.
This friction literally whips up the ocean, sculpting water into its most beautiful form.
But elsewhere in the world, a powerful wind can turn waves into monsters.
A big storm on one side of an ocean can push big rollers thousands of miles onto beaches on the other side.
But if a massive storm travels across the ocean, its waves can be deadly.
So what happens when the winds blow up a real tempest at sea?
The answer is a lot closer to home.
Having travelled across the Atlantic to Ireland,
I'm about to see what happens when the wind and the waves combine with the power of the jet stream and the intensity of a hurricane.
Few people have witnessed it, let alone lived through it.
Below me is the Fastnet race, where the best yachtsmen pit their wits against the roughest seas in the world.
This is the Fastnet Rock, off the southern tip of Ireland.
It's one of the most westerly points in Europe, so it's the first place to feel the full force of the Atlantic storms.
Some of the really big ones come from the USA, carried here by powerful transatlantic Westerlies.
Given the right conditions, these storms can whip the seas around us into terrifying walls of water, which have even reached over the top of the lighthouse.
In the summer of 1979, just a few miles from where I'm standing, a storm of almost unprecedented ferocity set in, a storm so powerful that it was unlike any other recorded in these waters.
It spelt disaster for the few yachtsmen and women caught up in it.
They're not like breaking waves on a beach which are lovely to watch.
They're like monsters, they rumble.
As they charge down the face of the wave, they build and build.
They're huge - they just engulf you.
And they did.
At the heart of that terrible storm remains a mystery - a mystery that hints at a freak weather phenomenon.
The start couldn't have been in better conditions.
Perfect.
Good visibility, light breeze.
It was the dream start to the race we'd looked forward to all year.
In 1979, Matt Sheahan was 17 years old and working as crew on his father's boat in the Fastnet race.
The 600-mile course round the legendary lighthouse is the perfect place to stretch the world's best to their limits.
But 1979 was different.
A hot summer's day in North America, a freak weather phenomenon over the Atlantic and a lighthouse off the coast of Ireland were to play a part in the closest thing sailors have come to hell.
"An event like the '"7"9 Fastnet" leaves you in no doubt whatsoever as to just how powerful the weather can be.
A small change is enough to turn a situation you think is under control - that you'd planned for, may be apprehensive about, but you're under control - into complete chaos.
On August 10th, 4,000 miles away to the west,
"Low Y", as the storm would come to be known, was beginning to form in the skies of the Northern Great Plains of the USA.
Hot summer air mixed with cold air from the north.
Nothing unusual - these storms are normally harmless and burn themselves out in a day or so.
At the same time, on this side of the Atlantic, the Fastnet competitors were worried that there wouldn't be enough wind.
Far above the little storm in America, the jet stream swung slightly south and began to blow over the top of the storm, accelerating the wind speeds.
The whole system was then pushed east across the Atlantic Ocean, gaining strength and speed with every hour.
News that Low Y was on the way reached the yachts later that night.
We were pretty well organised and battened down and ready to face it.
Low Y was expected to head straight for France, away from the Fastnet, but at the last minute it turned and headed north towards the rock.
On the evening of August 13th, the storm slammed into the race.
What happened then, as things developed, was that it did get very uncomfortable.
The chaotic fury of the storm caused rapid changes in wind direction, which created towering waves that battered the boats from all sides, making them almost uncontrollable.
Matt and the other experienced sailors were shocked and confused.
The crests of waves would break way above you and you could just hear this rumbling and you'd look around thinking, "Where on earth is this coming from?"
To your horror, you'd see it coming down towards the boat.
That was certainly one of the most frightening things about the ordeal - not knowing where these breaking waves were coming from.
That's because at the heart of the storm a highly unusual event was taking place.
When all the weather records were analysed, they revealed the presence of a unique phenomenon - a freak event where a tongue of cold dry air from high in the stratosphere, a "surface jet", forced itself down into the heart of the storm.
The effect was like turbo charging.
It split a normal storm into several systems, each with the strength of a hurricane.
Early next morning, Mayday calls were jamming the emergency radio frequency.
Reports were coming in thick and fast of 50-foot waves like blocks of flats and 70-mile-an-hour winds.
The one that caused the biggest problem came rumbling down, hit us and turned us upside down again.
But this time the boat didn't come upright.
This time it remained upside down.
As I was held down in the water,
I just felt cross and disappointed.
Disappointed because there were so many things I wanted to do.
While Matt was under water fighting for his life, his father, David, had also been swept overboard.
What I remember next was standing up and seeing what I least wanted to see.
I don't know why, but I knew straight away it was my father, lying face down in the water, just drifting away.
That was the last I ever saw of him.
As we flew back, looking out of the window, it was a scene of chaos.
Some people were firing distress flares, desperate to be picked up.
I think that was the first time that it really struck me how serious the whole scene had been.
Tragically, Low Y was responsible for 15 deaths in the Fastnet race.
Some were washed overboard, others died trapped in their vessels.
But many more died in life rafts that proved woefully inadequate for such awful conditions.
Friends of mine who were in the storm and people I've met since then who have sailed round the world, all of them say they had never seen anything like the conditions they saw in this small area in the Irish Sea.
This was wind and waves at their wildest.
They defeated the best sailors in the world.
But there is a wind that creates the biggest waves in the solar system.
It's the fastest wind of them all.
Here, on one of Hawaii's highest mountains, is the place to see it.
But at a speed of four million miles per hour, you need specialist kit... because this wind comes from space.
It's called the solar wind, and when it arrives it creates the most spectacular show on Earth.
93 million miles away, the sun erupts, spewing a barrage of charged particles out into space.
At its fastest, a solar wind travels about four million miles an hour, but because it has so few particles in it, it wouldn't even ruffle your hair.
As I speak, billions of charged particles are passing through us all and by now they're already way out in space.
Although we can't see or feel the solar wind, we can see its presence in one of nature's most fantastic displays of light,
65 miles above our heads.
The Aurora - the northern and southern lights.
You're looking at billions of electrons - charged particles in the solar wind that hit the atmosphere and excite the gases within it, creating the ultimate space rainbow.
As the solar wind washes over the earth's magnetic field, the charged particles within are drawn down over the polar regions.
When they hit the atmosphere, the Aurora is created.
It's the same mechanism that's making the picture you're watching right now.
The Earth's magnetic force guides the particles in the same way your TV tube guides these images onto the screen.
But does the solar wind affect our weather?
Yes, but no one knows exactly how.
It certainly seems to affect the ferocity of polar storms.
Some believe all those particles from the sun crash into the troposphere, creating more clouds and fuelling more storms.
While scientists cannot agree on exactly how solar winds do this, they realise that the forces that drive our weather do not stop at the boundary between Earth and space.
Back on Earth, this frozen landscape marks the end of my journey.
The winds I followed from the equator have taken about 14 days to enter the last of the big wind cells.
It's been quite a ride!
Here in the frozen north, the wind's journey to the poles finally ends.
In just two weeks, our journey, which began in the hot stillness of the doldrums, has brought us everything from storms at sea to the terrifying power of a hurricane.
After carrying all this violence, it comes to rest here, sinking gently back towards Earth.
Now all this cold air begins to slip south and the cycle starts all over again.
This enormous cycle of the winds has brought every kind of weather to every corner of the earth.
As it churns endlessly through the atmosphere, it shapes our world and changes our lives.
In the next programme, I'm going to take a ride with water, the fuel of the weather.
Driven by the winds, water can bring life and death.
I'll be following water's journey around the planet from the oceans to the clouds, from a storm to a flood, to experience the awesome power it can unleash.
August 10th:
Japan stood defeated before the might of the Holy Britannian Empire. and even name taken away from her.
Eleven.
That number became the new name for the Japanese.
Seven years have passed since then. and obtained a special power.
Geass.
The ability to give an order to anyone. A power that enforces absolute obedience.
the Holy Britannian Empire. could live happily in.
Lelouch embraced destruction and took on a false name.
That name was Zero. and continued to go against the people of the world.
Even if the people close to him got involved...
Even if a large amount of destruction came along with it...
He refused to halt.
Even if it's his own siblings...
Even if he sacrifices friendships...
Even if a path towards loneliness awaits him...
Because this course of action is the proof of Lelouch's existence.
Code-R.
I see.
The readings of the activity between her neuroforamen and the electrical receptors are higher than expected.
Understanding is happiness!
right?
This illness.
Code-R is not a patient!
can't you be a bit more obedient?
Note: your brain cells are now draining off into the arterial circle of Willis...
Enough excuses already!
you turned me into this thing as revenge!
I understand. We can talk as much as we want later.
Let's head back to our motherland!
we shouldn't be arguing about that!
Britannia!
I am Zero.
Zero...
A rebel against those with power!
I'll wait until 0:00 hours.
Surrender and submit to my army.
The entire settlement...?
the communication channels are... what about communications with the outside world?
Confirm the positions of the enemies now.
Your Highness.
Euphemia's revenge...
Zero.
face to face confrontation.
This is my ultimatum.
I'll wait until 0:00 hours.
Surrender and submit to my army.
Submit to his army... the settlement will... what are you doing?
Stop it!
If you do that...
Can you stop hindering me?
Stop fooling around!
If you don't stop immediately...
How are the preparations for the bombers?
They are able to match our timing.
All right.
Prepare to fire!
you have lost since you were lured into thinking that it's a direct confrontation.
What? !
An earthquake? !
A layered foundation that can be broken up in order to counter earthquakes.
There's nothing weaker than that when all the floor parts are crumbled.
Setting up a battle formation around the outer edge to intercept the Order of the Black Knights has brought about your downfall.
I won't be finished off here...!
Zero... You're indeed amazing!
is the entire settlement destroyed? because some of the buildings are essential for the restructuring of the future.
But how did Zero get such help from the underground?
Villetta and Jeremiah guessed right after all?
That's wonderful then!
people are nothing more than chess pieces when they're up against the world.
This is great. that man will appear even if he doesn't want to. all the necessary cards will be in my hands.
What is the status of the enemy aerial forces?
The other organizations allied with us have started fighting in the areas ahead in order to counter them.
and Awaji.
All right. This is the time then.
Charge!
Team Three will head towards the press agencies.
Team Six will head towards the public safety department.
The special force teams will try to suppress the airspace in the lower region.
The rest will engage in a frontal assault.
Gather information about the remaining capabilities of the enemy!
Retreat! Retreat!
All forces retreat back to the government office of Britannia!
Your Highness!
What's wrong?
the cockpit block can at least be... please go on ahead to the government office and don't bother with people like me!
Cornelia identified. Brace yourself!
Prepare yourself!
Tohdoh!
You vengeful ghost!
Princess!
Leave this to me!
Guilford?
That bastard I met at Narita?
Take this chance to return to the government office!
Are you telling me to forsake my subordinate and run away? !
you must retreat!
It's for Princess Euphemia's sake too!
I'm chosen by the princess... a knight chosen to protect the princess!
That's the same thing as the Lancelot's?
That is why I will defend this spot...!
I understand...
Guilford.
Your Highness!
together with the special forces team will go in first and take control of the school area!
We'll make one of those buildings our headquarters.
Eh?
The school area?
you'll be stationed there.
Ohgi?
O-Okay. I understand.
right? To the Tokyo Settlement.
However...
Congratulations!
The Special Envoy was established in order to carry out our research.
We have already finished what we're supposed to do.
We haven't received any orders from the Governor General to sortie either.
you'll be violating orders if you launch now.
but...
You can't do this!
Zero is in Tokyo!
I will defeat Zero with my own hands!
Don't hinder me.
I will do it!
Tohdoh-san!
are we going to charge?
How are the other teams doing?
They are attempting to flank the enemy.
The Graston Knights?
we have already set up a formation ahead.
Please head back.
Sorry. You have my thanks.
Please don't say that.
We were originally General Darlton's subordinates after all. protecting Governor General Cornelia comes first.
Do you know what the situation is like?
I think that the enemies that are attacking up front are a diversion.
only the militia remains once we're done here.
In other words...
They're trash.
I've already taken care of the aerial forces.
Leave G1 to Kaguya.
You'll move to the designated spot.
Understood.
prepare the Raikon.
Okay.
Rakshata?
We are moving.
Kallen will switch to providing backup.
Okay.
if the target appears...
Understood.
All right.
what is the name of our supporter?
A-Ah... She's called Shinozaki Sayoko.
communication has been terminated!
It seems that revolts have broken out in the Sapporo Settlement as well.
Fleets from the Chinese Federation have been sighted gathering around the East China Sea.
Even the Chinese Federation...?
To think His Excellency is not around at a time like this...
He went there again?
Odysseus.
Preparations for the dispatch of our troops have been completed.
Please appoint someone as the commanding officer.
Asking me that so suddenly...
We're clear that the incident with Euphemia was a failure...
But all the areas will fall if we don't manage this well...
Princess Cornelia is...
I will go.
I-Is that so?
You will go?
isn't it? People killing each other.
Superconducting Maglev-style Shrapnel Cannon....
Fire!
advance!
It seems that Britannia plans to defend only the government office.
They intend to conserve their forces while waiting for reinforcements.
So that is indeed what they're planning.
Don't move! This is the Order of the Black Knights!
We'll be taking over this area!
You will follow our instructions.
H-How can that be...?
D-Don't tell me...?
Zero?
This is the movement that'll change the world.
Section Chief.
O-Okay!
Looks like we are able to film the great movie that the public is waiting for.
all the broadcasting stations are...
Raise your hands and turn around!
the Order of the Black Knights!
Put your guns away!
Huh? What are you saying at a time like this?
Rivalz...
Let me act cool for once.
I will protect everyone!
I see!
Stop it!
I already told you not to do anything to them.
B-But! You told us to make this place our headquarters...
There's no need for it to be the Ashford Academy... are going to use this school as our headquarters.
Somewhere else...
do we?
I'll guarantee everyone's safety.
until the battle ends... the Order of the Black Knights will defend this place.
So...
There's no way we'll believe that!
Against Britannians like us... please... do as you're told.
Huh? Kallen?
I see...
So that's what's going on...
Can you promise me this?
but everyone in this school?
Everyone in the boys' and girls' dormitory have been prohibited from leaving.
I think it should be fine.
what did you do to me? Eh? Do you know how frightened I am?
right?
Something... to me...
Huh?
Cruel... how cruel... the Lancelot is here...!
It came after all.
Move aside!
Where is Zero?
I will finish off Zero...!
Geass?
That's right. Zero has an extraordinary power.
Don't tell me...
Why did Her Highness Euphemia's personality suddenly change?
doing at Shikinejima?
In other words...
A power capable of manipulating people and making them lose their memories.
Everything falls in place now that I think about it.
an Eleven and I actually...
That student... Lelouch Lamperouge is truly evil!
Suzaku!
Kallen?
Since we've encountered each other in combat... but you have to die here!
Don't be an idiot!
You and all the other Japanese are being fooled by that man!
The way you say it pisses me off!
What the heck do you know about Zero? !
Then tell me!
Zero...!
Where the heck is Zero? !
answer me! Where the heck is Zero? !
there's no way I'll tell you that!
Then I'll finish you off here!
Don't act arrogant just because you can fly!
Caught you!
Take this!
talk! Where is Zero? !
I hate persistent men.
Is that so?
Then I'll finish you off here...
Is there anything you want to say?
Wait!
Kururugi Suzaku.
It's na? ve for me to feel attached to you.
How about we have a one-on-one duel to sever all ties?
Just what I wanted!
Tohdoh-san?
Asahina?
How is Urabe faring?
We have taken over the Energy Filler supply repositories as planned.
All right. Let's join up with Senba and Chiba.
Surround the government office once we finish resupplying.
Our main forces will be breaking through the front!
Understood!
Give orders to Lord Cray to retreat.
Tell him to form a defense line in the railway tunnels.
Your Highness.
Cornelia.
We are in formation. What about the defense line of the government office?
Keep it as it is.
It'll be disadvantageous to the Order of the Black Knights for this war to be dragged out.
Your Highness.
how are things on Brother's side?
The Pacific Ocean fleet will arrive in 75 hours.
the aerial fleets from Sado and Torishima have already taken off.
in about thirty more minutes...
Leak that information to the Order of the Black Knights.
you guys will defend the front of the government office together with Guilford.
Cornelia?
It's preparation for the banquet.
Zero!
You still can't calm him down?
He's strongly resisting it!
I'm going to remove the connective nerves from his bones!
T4 is heading towards the government office?
Has the enemy's aerial fleet arrived?
it seems like a sole machine.
right?
and Diethard and the others have taken over the media area.
Kaguya-sama is around to act as a decoy as well.
We'll win once we secure the rear.
This is for the sake of Yoshida and the others who have died... we caught a suspicious person.
A student?
Let him go if that's the case.
There's no reason for us to imprison them.
it's an intruder who sneaked in from the back of the school.
Snuck?
Oh? !
Chigusa?
S-She's a supporter under my direct command.
Lead her to another room.
I'll personally listen to her report.
I wonder if Nina is still at the Ganymede's warehouse.
Kallen... what will they do to us...?
It'll be fine.
Huh?
The Order of the Black Knights will...
Zero... will definitely not hurt us.
How are you so certain?
Despicable!
You intend to hold them hostage?
Wasn't this supposed to be one-on-one? !
You are the one who turned down chance after chance to become my ally.
I'll make you regret those boring aesthetics you hold so dear!
isn't that black KnightMare the one that appeared on the news?
How is that... Why would Zero be aiming at this place?
Impossible!
because if that's true...!
Charge in at a low angle and fire my Harken...
Zero!
Go.
This is...!
There's indeed no time to come up with a countermeasure to this.
as promised...?
do whatever you wish with that machine.
do you intend to bluff and betray people till the very end? !
I have no time for a hypocritical game.
Kururugi Suzaku.
Damn it!
as expected.
Is this the time to act carefree?
The enemy reinforcements are about to land.
It'll all be over if they start their bombing run.
right?
I'll be invading from the aerial region of the government office.
Hmm? I think that it's too dangerous to depend so much on the capabilities of your machine.
I know.
I'm just creating a distraction.
It looks similar... like the Aries Imperial Villa.
Why do you know that?
someday.
Wait for that day.
Zero.
you'd come here upon hearing about an aerial bombing.
it's a welcoming banquet.
I wonder if you like dancing.
why did you come to the battlefield?
we'll... Oh? I'm... sorry for hiding it from you.
But I'm doing this for the sake of peace.
Once Zero frees Japan from the clutches of Britannia...
We can be together.
Don't say something so disgusting!
For me to be together with the likes of an Eleven like you?
a knight of Britannia. E-Erm... I-I see...
Chigusa... your memories... have returned...
Ohgi was shot? !
Yes. The medical team is tending to him now.
Was that woman the one who shot him?
The details are still unclear...
We are still investigating.
Wait! Eh? Don't let word of what happened to Ohgi spread.
It'll cause a commotion among our comrades.
Just search for that woman.
I understand.
even Suzaku will be...
Did something happen?
Please use this chance to escape. Huh? Please go and help Suzaku-san.
that is the best thing to do...
We wouldn't find the culprit if she was hiding in a place like this.
Where's the light switch?
Beats me.
479)}Zero...
Euphemia-sama's...
Revenge!
Zero? !
I should be overwhelming her based on machine specs!
Weakling!
Caught you!
Your life... seems as if it's within my hands!
Cornelia!
This is your punishment!
this is Darlton.
Why...?
Don't worry. I won't kill you.
You made it.
in order to deliver you to Zero... Huh? Princess...?
Why...?
Darlton.
Princess...!
Oh my?
C.C.-san?
You're mistaken.
B-But...
I've come to pick you up.
I see...
So... you are Zero? {Literally Zero's real identity is you}
Hatred against the Britannian Royal Family...
Darlton's analysis was right... A-Are you doing this for Nunnally's sake?
That's right. I shall destroy the current world and create a new era.
You are killing others for such nonsense?
Clovis... and even Euphie! Elder Sister. the Flash of Lightning.
Hmph.
Looks like... it's pointless... to carry on this conversation.
In that case... seek an answer from you!
Yes?
were you the one who killed my mother?
No.
Then who did it? I don't know.
right?
Why were the guards withdrawn?
Because I was asked to do so. By who? Queen Marianne.
By Mother? ! How can this be...?
Mother knew that there would be an assault that day?
! that's impossible.
Who did it? !
Who killed Mother?
!
You don't know?
The facts surrounding that day!
Elder Brother Schneizel moved her corpse away under the orders of His Excellency.
Mother's corpse? Then what's inside that coffin?
come back! I know. The guards of the government office will soon... your sister has been taken away!
I'm not free to listen to jokes right now.
We should now take Cornelia hostage and head back to the base... right?
Kaminejima?
All hail Britannia!
Zero? ! How lucky!
Don't tell me it's Orange-kun?
O-O-O-O-O-O-O...
I understand!
I shall... remove all enemies of the people of the empire!
All hail Britannia! A failure like this...
How am I going to answer my master?
Only his emotions have gone out of control.
if his actions go out of control as well... it'll be great if we can still reason with him...
Don't be a nuisance! Zero...!
we are above the area of conflict... Why did you stop Suzaku-kun?
right? right?
How can that be possible? You know it too.
Humans break so easily. Both their body and their soul.
Relationships with others too. people and the world won't always behave as you tell them to.
those are the kinds of parts I want.
I'll just search for another Devicer.
Be careful.
Your KnightMare will be stopped if it gets into the field.
I understand.
It's nimble.
Ohgi? It's me. Zero?
Thank goodness... Minami?
What happened to Ohgi?
He was shot.
He has lost consciousness and is currently undergoing treatment.
the culprit is still... I understand.
You'll suffice then. Can you go and find what the girl in the wheelchair is doing?
the girl in the wheelchair comes first! Replacement...?
Hurry up and confirm it!
The students that we held hostage have all vanished.
During the confusion right after Ohgi got shot...
Sorry but right now I'm... Is Nunnally with you?
She's inside the clubhouse.
We have split up for a while. I understand.
where are you right now...?
I can't get in touch with Nunnally... Sayoko as well...
I'm your accomplice.
I'm your ally.
You want me to believe that?
It's nothing but nonsense from a woman who won't even explain her own existence.
everything you say is for your own convenience.
Concentrate fire and finish him off! Understood!
Target acquired. Fire!
2500)}I see it!
W-What the heck is that?
Zero! Zero!
I don't have time to mess around with you!
head towards 12th Street.
Everything you say is for your own convenience!
You missed!
I've already hit. Despicable. Attacking from behind.
outdated fool.
All right.
I can head to where Nunnally is now.
it's tough.
Note: Guess we need to use the Kaitenyaibatou.
what should we do with these fellows?
Should we lock them up with the other students in the gymnasium? Students? Contact Zero!
Zero will definitely protect us.
It'll be weird if he doesn't.
Everything up till now has been...
Shut up!
I'm the one who knows Zero the best!
He wouldn't hesitate at a time like this.
what's this?
You're willing to come out for some Britannian bastards? Suzaku...
What we want is that white armor of yours.
Arthur? This damn cat...!
Finish all of them off... Good evening!
Retreat!
Retreat for now! Huh? Don't tell me...!
That pudding earl actually came to the frontlines?
Use this chance!
Cecile-kun?
What's the status of the test part?
Looks like it can be used in actual combat.
It recovered!
Open your filler cover. I'll refill your energy. Okay.
why are you here...?
Lloyd-san?
The Lancelot and various other things.
but is it working?
Thank you very much. to you guys!
Royal private?
K-Kururugi?
Governor General Cornelia!
They are persistent. As expected from Cornelia's elite. Tohdoh.
I'll leave the rest of the battle to you. Huh?
Diethard will take over the injured Ohgi's duties.
There's something that I must do. I'll be terminating any further communications from now on.
W-Wait!
How can you do something else in such a situation?
Team Seven has been annihilated!
We'll start from the lower grades. Head back for now! Bring the injured along!
Hurry! Hurry!
T-The combat situation... favors our army.
Hide the fact that I'm injured...
Guilford... and the Graston Knights...
However... only you...
Please stop talking. Kaminejima... Zero is... over there.
Also... No good... I can't remember...
Geass... right?
Go and clear Euphie's tainted reputation then.
Ah... Yes.
I've knighted you as a knight of Britannia.
You are now a knight in name and in reality.
Kururugi Suzaku!
Your Highness!
Eh?
Zero is gone?
he just handed command over to those in the battlefield.
Yes.
Why... at such an important time...?
Why was Ohgi shot?
Where the heck is Zero? !
I don't know! We can't contact him?
!
right? However...
If we don't know the entire combat situation... Zero... What should I do?
K-Kallen... Ohgi-san? Are you all right?
more importantly... Chase after Zero...
Eh?
There... must be a reason... behind his actions.
Go and help him.
Zero... and Naoto's... dream... You've inherited it...
But how do I find him?
You should be able to see him soon... Right?
That is... The Lancelot?
That bastard must have a reason for leaving this place. get the launch mechanism... from Rakshata...
Understood.
Hand the flight unit we captured over to me!
Last until the students have finished boarding the ship.
I understand. Eh?
Why is there a heat source detected at a place like this?
A KnightMare?
What's with that ancient thing?
The Ganymede? Nina!
Get the Order of the Black Knights to stop as well! Huh? !
Cease fire for now! We must not shoot that thing! do as he says!
Don't shoot it!
It's something that has made Lloyd get serious?
you've completed it? It's not completely checked though. I don't know whether I can make it explode.
But...
I... what do you mean by explode? !
please step back! the entire Tokyo Settlement might be caught up in the explosion.
There's even Sakuradite being used in it! Where is Zero?
Tell me. Princess Euphemia's revenge...
Where is Zero?
What have I been doing all this for if Nunnally disappears?
I'll take her back no matter who I face... I'll take Nunnally back!
it's really this place.
Does this place have something to do with you? I don't know this place.
so that means there are other places like this?
Is the one who took Nunnally a Geass user?
I don't know about that.
It's the truth.
our relationship as accomplices will continue.
What?
Calm down.
This is a trap set to ward off intruders. The one who activates it...
What is this...? The past...? C.C.?
C.C....
This is... your...
The only things that remain are my memories as a witch. I don't even remember whether I was originally a human or not.
or the people who like me.
Everything has disappeared in the flow of time.
Within the endless flow of time...
I... alone... You're not alone.
We are accomplices.
you sure know what to say at the right moment.
are you all right?
Persistent bastard!
The Hadron Cannon can only be fired one more time!
My wonderful revenge!
High speed! High accuracy! High efficiency!
Leave him to me.
You go to where Nunnally is! the amount of energy left is...! I'll be fine.
I feel a bit uneasy. you must win. Against your own past.
And against the results of your actions.
don't die.
Who do you think you're talking to? {omitted the "hmph"}That's right.
You are not the type of man that I want to commit a lovers' suicide with.
We can't advance at all!
the enemy reinforcement will...!
What should we do? !
Inoue...
What the heck is Zero doing? !
All forces advance! Finish off the rebel forces in one sweep!
Defend this place even till death!
Our forces will be eliminated if we lose this place!
It's not because Tohdoh is bad at military tactics... That guy... Zero has charisma...
However... now that we've come so far... Don't tell me...! Zero-sama...
Have you really abandoned us...?
Abandoned Japan?
can you not hear me?
Euphemia mercilessly killed innocent Japanese.
you...
It sure is a convenient power. The one called Geass.
You hide within the shadows and all the responsibility is thrown at others. How arrogant and despicable. That's your true self.
Kallen! Don't you want to know Zero's true identity?
What are you saying at a time like this? You have the right to witness the truth as well.
Wait!
What? !
Why?
I don't... believe it.
Le... Lelouch is... I'm Zero.
I lead the Order of the Black Knights against the Holy Britannian Empire.
And I'll eventually be the one who takes over the world.
You made use of us Japanese?
Even me... Japan will be liberated.
right?
I should have arrested you earlier.
You discovered it?
I don't want to believe it.
That was why I always denied it.
Because I believed in you. But you were always lying.
To both me and Euphie. Even to Nunnally!
That's right! Nunnally has been abducted!
can we have a truce for now?
People...
Humans... chase after the existence of happiness.
wanted... was just a tiny bit of happiness.
It's nothing special. was just a very tiny wish that every human has.
Monggo mirsani
Though he had everything he wanted... Prince was cruel and selfish.
Sir, it's time.
He imposes high taxes on the people to fill the castle with beautiful things.
We did it. And party with great people.
On one night there was an intruder who arrived at the castle.
He sought refuge from the storm.
As a reward he offers a rose to the Prince.
Disgusted by the poor performances jeered her prince gift,
Then, the woman warned her to not be fooled by appearances...
Because of the beauty, indeed there is in him.
And, when she drove back, old woman transform herself... be beautiful and fascinating woman.
The prince tried to apologize, but it was too late... because he had seen no love within the prince.
As punishment, he changed the prince into a horrible creature... and left a curse on the palace, and all who live in it.
Day turned into years, the prince and his servant have been forgotten.
Magicians keep them remember loved ones, but the roses he had a magic roses.
If he can learn to love each other and love unrequited, when the last leaf falls then, the curse will disappear lf not, he will be damned as bad beast forever.
Years passed He fell into despair and loss of hope... waiting to see who will learn to love the horrible creature?
Small town Quiet village
Every day like any other day
The small town Full of little people
Waking up to say:
Bonjour!
Bonjour!
It was the baker with his tray as usual
The same bread ready for sale Every morning the same Since the morning we come
For a poor provincial towns
Good morning, Belle!
Good morning, Monsieur!
Did you lose something else? Looks like. The problem is I can not remember what it was.
I'm sure it will come back to me.
- Where are you going?
- Go to the bookstore.
It was about two lovers.
Sound boring.
strange girl, no doubt always confused
Never in keramainan Because the head was covered with clouds
No doubt, this girl Belle
Bonjour Good afternoon
How are your family Bonjour Good afternoon
How are your wife I need six eggs was very expensive
There must be a better life than this place
Look at the only nerd in town. You're where?
2 cities in the North.
I do not want to go back. - Have you got a new one?
- l'm afraid there is not.
but you may have read.
thanks.
Your library makes it so great.
OK. Bye.
Look at this girl she is surely strange I doubt if he's healthy
His nose is always a dreamy way, stuck facing book
For us it was a girls 'Belle' ls not this awesome
This is my favorite part
Because you'll know
This, when he met the handsome prince but he would not meet him
Until part three
There's no doubt why the name of the 'Beauty' There is no iota of similarity
Behind the face of reasonable Kuyakin him odd
Very different from us all
He does not like us.
He's different with us all the 'Belle'
My future wife.
Belle is the prettiest girl in the village.
- That makes her the best.
- But he is predictable.
You're very athletic.
- l know.
She is beautiful.
- Yes. You got us.
Yes, since the war I lost something.
He's the only one who gave me the spark.
When I first saw and met him I told you she was beautiful and I are interested ln this city just him
As beautiful as me
And I want to woo and marry Belle
Look, look at him he's not great
Mr. Gaston Oh, he is handsome
Stay tuned .. my heart, I was difficult to breathe
He was tall, sinister, handsome and ruthless
That will never happen, ladies.
Lunch Bonjour
You call this bacon?
Beautiful flower 10 yards!
Excuse me!
I picked up the knife!
Let me through!
this fish
Smell
Mrs wrong Maybe so
There must be a better life than this place
See, I will make 'Belle' wife
Look at him, a strange but special girl
She was the girl who most insane
He is disabled and the poor, he does not fit here
Good morning, Belle.
What book is it?
Have you read it?
Not that it was but a book.
For your dinner table.
Tonight?
Sorry, not tonight.
- ls it true?
- So get on with life?
- The selling expensive to make the sweetest prey.
It makes Belle very tempting.
What is the name?
Pride.
That is interesting.
How moment lasts forever?
How can a story never dies?
We must hold on love
Not easy, but we try
Sometimes we get caught happiness
Somehow, place and time stood still
Love lives in our hearts and will always
Belle, can you give me... thanks.
I also need... no, no.
No.
Actually this.
- Strange?
Daughter's strange.
Where did you have the idea?
People are talking.
This small village.
Small mind also. But smaller also means secure.
Even back in Paris a girl like you is very great.
You're different. People mocked him.
Until they imitate.
Without fear.
As in painting.
- You asked every year. -And every year you bring him.
I'll bring you more.
I promise to you.
- Bye, Dad.
- Bye, honey.
Come on, Phillip.
- You know the way.
- See you tomorrow. Good.
Tomorrow with roses.
Take care of yourself.
Come on, come on.
Blue Bird that fly away.
- lt was incredible.
- What are you doing? Teach a woman to read.
is that not enough?
We have to do something.
Nobody had ever seen. But at least I know. May I remind you about the time?
- What is wrong?
- There are women who need help.
Time to be a hero.
I'm not done with you.
I also.
Belle, I heard you had a problem with the school principal.
May I give you a little advice?
- Do not ever trust him.
- What I want is to teach children to read.
The only children who should you care about is yourself.
Yourself.
- l'm not ready to have children.
- Maybe you have not met the right guy.
No, Gaston. I've met them all.
Maybe you should take another look.
- Some of us changed.
- Gaston, we will never be happy.
- Nobody can change that much.
- Oh, Belle.
You know what happens when his father died?
They beg.
This is our world, Belle.
People like us are not going to be better.
I may be a simple girl, I'm not simple I'm not going to marry Gaston.
Forgive me.
Can you imagine me to be the man's wife bore
Mrs. Gaston
Can you see it? Mrs. Gaston his wife
No, sir! Not me!
I guarantee it I want more out of life
I want adventure somewhere I want it
And for once it might be great
Having someone who understands I wanted it than they want
Very beautiful. I wish I could have known you.
You know we are where?
Because I do not know.
All right, all right, Phillip.
We can pass here.
There he is.
One road was closed, others open.
OK.
Slowly. Be careful slippery.
Come on.
Phillip!
Come on, kid!
Oh, Phillip you saved my life.
Nice. They eat dinner elsewhere.
See.
Water.
You're safe my friend. I will honor... as host.
It may...
Hello. thanks.
Hello.
Hello.
I'm sorry to disturb travelers seeking shelter from the storm.
Sorry to bother you.
There are people at home?
He must get lost in the woods.
Excuse me.
Beautiful.
Extraordinary.
- Humans today.
- He was talking about me.
Wherever you're hiding I just want to warm themselves in the fireplace.
Much better.
Sorry.
It is okay.
I can not thank you enough for your generosity I...
Come on. Go.
Wait! Wait.
You forget the roses.
There is a rose.
Take me to him.
Who is there?
Your hands are cold.
Now go before he found you!
Who?
Who is there?
Who are you?
Liar!
- l asked her roses.
Law I'm not him.
No. That forever.
That's what happened here when you pick flowers.
A life sentence for the roses?
I received the curse of a lifetime.
- Now you still want to replace your father?
- Yes.
- Select - l will not let you do it. I lost my mother is not with you, too.
Now go away.
All right, Dad, I'm gone.
I need more time with him.
You're so coldhearted.
Give it time.
- l should be with.
Now go away.
Continue your life and forget me.
Forget you?
All I've got for you. I love you, Belle.
Do not be afraid.
I love you too, Dad.
I am not afraid.
And I'm going to run away, I promise.
What?
- He was stupid.
And you, too.
Belle.
Father!
Do not hurt him!
- Dad!
- Belle.
Belle!
I will be back!
I promise!
Sorry I disturb, Miss.
But I have come to escort you to your room a new one.
My room? - But I thought...
Words...
"Once the door is closed, it will not open again."
I know he's overrated.
Hello.
Oh, you're very strong.
It's a good quality.
Creature are you?
- l Lumiere. -And...
- You can talk.
- Of course he can talk.
That's all he did.
As head of the furniture, I ask you to immediately prepare the food.
You want to be for the rest of your life, Cogsworth? Humans, or hours?
Ready, Miss?
Trust me.
- You do not be surprised. - l was surprised.
- l'm talking to the candle. - l sconce.
It's French.
Lumiere ready to serve, the palace is now yours.
- So you can be anywhere.
- Except to the west wing.
And we did not have it.
What was in the West Wing?
- Oh, nothing. - There is no.
- Warehouse.
- Warehouse. - That is all. - That is all.
Yes, that's it.
Please pass here to go to the east wing.
And I want to say, only one wing.
Carefully step.
But of course, the hosts want you to get the best room in the palace.
Gosh, we're waiting for guests.
Nice to meet you, Miss.
Do not worry, I'll clean up this place quickly.
Dangerous plan.
I will risk all to kiss you again, Plumette.
Do not love. I've dikewakan by you. - We have to be strong.
- How can I be strong, when you made me very weak.
Everything here alive?
Do not be afraid.
Meet, Madame Garderobe.
Good morning.
My sleep soundly.
Stay with us, ma'am. We bring someone to your makeup.
Finally, a woman.
The face of the proud.
The perfect canvas. Nice!
I'll swatch you are fit for a princess.
- Oh, not a princess.
- Nonsense.
Now, let's see what I have in my drawer.
Embarrassing.
Froufrou, help the mother.
"l'll never marry you, Gaston."
You know, there are other girls.
Great hunter does not spend his time with the rabbits.
# Gosh, I was disturbed to see you, Gaston # # lt looks very sad #
#All the men here want to be like you, Gaston!
# There are no men in this town are wonderful as you #
#You're like everyone #
# Everyone was amazed and inspired by you #
#And it is not difficult to know why #
# No one is as smart as Gaston #
# Nobody soon as gaston ## There's nothing as strong neck Gaston #
# Nobody dashing in this city # #A perfect example #
#You can ask Tom, Dick, or Stanley #
#And they'll tell you they prefer parties where #
#Who is playing... #
Archery as Gaston ###Who played a heart like Gaston #
#Who is part of his body like Gaston? # #As a person, yes, I'm intimidating!
#
# Gaston great guy!
# # l need consolation... #
# Thanks LeFou ## Nothing is embraced like #
- Exaggerating?
- Yes.
# Nobody fights like Gaston #
# Turn off the wax like Gaston # ln wrestling nobody bites like Gaston #
#And all the animals fear #
# First, I shoot her ## Then I shot from behind # # lt is fair ## l do not care #
# Nobody hit like Gaston ## Nothing is as smart as Gaston # # ln a spitting match, nobody spits like Gaston # # l'm very good at spitting #
- # 10 points for Gaston!
#When I was young I ate four dozen eggs #
# S3tiap morning to help large #
#And now that I'm big I eat five dozen eggs #
# So I'm at the ship #
- # Entertain... # - #As Gaston?
#
# Or make songs like Gaston?
# # l use antlers in all dekorasiku #
#Who true man among men?
#Who really successful?
You do not know?
You can not guess? #
# Tanya fans and friends #
# Only one person in town who can all #
#And the name G-A-S...
T... # # l'm sure there is a "T" another # # l just realized I was illiterate #
#And actually I never say it out loud before #
# Gaston!
LeFou Oh, you're the best.
Why is not there a girl who is close to you?
They told me that I was so dependent. But I do not understand.
Komohon, anyone. Anyone.
- You have to help me.
- Why? You have to help me.
It's about Belle.
It's about Belle.
He was jailed.
- Who is detained?
- Ugly creature.
Ugly horrible creatures great.
My daughter lives in danger, why are you laughing?
This is not ajoke. The palace was hidden in the woods.
- There have been winter.
- Winter in June?
- Crazy old Maurice.
- Listen to me! Ugly creature really exists.
You understand?
No one wants to help me?
I will help you, Maurice.
You want? All.
Stop mocking this man.
Thank you, Captain.
Show us the way to being ugly.
- Mom, there's a girl in the palace.
- Yes, Chip.
- You already know.
- He likes what tea?
Herbal, oolong, camomile.
- l'm too excited.
- Lumiere!
- Calm down, let me do the talking.
- You make him dinner.
- We thought you wanted company. Sir, I want to tell you, if I had nothing to do in prepare dinner.
Designing a dress for her, gave him a room in the east wing.
- You gave him the room?
- No. - He gave him room.
- Correct.
But this girl who can break the spell, and perhaps you could start by using the dinner to make him fascinated.
- Good thinking, Cogsworth.
- What? That's the most ridiculous idea I've ever heard.
- Make fascinated prisoners. - But you have to try, sir.
With each day that passes, we are changing.
He's a thief.
- You can not judge people by their father, right?
You're going to have dinner with me.
It was not a request. Gently, sir.
The girl lost her father and freedom in one day.
- Hold on.
- See? There he is.
Now, remember.
Gentle.
- Kind-hearted.
-And when he opened the door, give him a smile.
Forget it.
You want to have dinner with me?
You're holding me, and now you want to have dinner with me?
- You are crazy?
- He is angry.
Gosh.
- l told you to have dinner with me!
-And I say no!
Gosh, what time?
What happened?
I'd better starve than I eat with you.
Please!
Up to you!
If he does not eat with me, so he did not eat!
He's gone?
I'm late?
Unfortunately, this time I'm really going to scold him.
- Sir, you're back.
- What? - You're so funny.
- Gotcha.
Every day I was getting into metal.
Oh no. lt happened again.
- Sorry. - Everything is quiet.
We still have time.
Mother, what I'm going to be a child again? Yes, Chip.
You will enjoy a day in the sun again. Leave it to me.
- l told you to go.
- Do not worry dear. It Ny.
Oh, you look beautiful.
Seanng once knew you.
I knew if tired after the trip could be lost after a cup of tea.
Slowly, Chip.
Nice to meet you.
Want to see me do the trick? Chip. You did a very brave thing for your father, dear.
Yes, so in our opinion.
Calm down, dear.
Everything will change in the end.
You'll feel much better after dinner.
But he said, "lf he does not want to eat with me, then he should not eat."
People talk carelessly when angry.
It is up to us to not listen.
You coming, dear?
They came. Semuanay last inspection.
- Fast. - Come on.
If the host know you made the girl's food, - She'll blame me.
- l'll make sure of it.
But what you see? I tell this girl man.
They should fall in love that we return to a human being again, and how they can fall in love if she stays in her room?
- Hey, you there is still dirt. - Excuse me. - Excuse me.
- You know that girl would not love him.
Hours broken right twice a day, my friend.
But this is not the time.
Come on. Now it's time to shine!
Hey, I could not feel, but I know this is bad.
Move over, you're bothering me.
- Fast. - Come on.
- Slowly.
- Of course.
But what is dinner without music?
- Music?
- Maestro Cadenza, are you ready?
I have not been performed.
I do not even remember how.
- Cavities others.
- Maestro, teeth above.
lncreasingly difficult to remain conscious. He's relying on you to help us to break this curse.
Then I'll play despite a toothache.
Quiet music.
Of course.
There are other requests that you want of my artistic?
- There you are, dear.
Nona.
We welcome you with great pride and pleasure to welcome you this evening.
Let us take a seat.
While the dining room proudly presents...
Your dinner.
# Tie a napkin around your neck, dear #
# Soups, hot appetizers #
#We only want to serve #
# Try the gray, it was tasty #
# Do not believe me? ## Ratings plate-plate #
# They can sing, they can dance #
#After all, Miss, this is France #
#And a dinner here is the best #
# Come on, open menumu ## See at a glance and you'll be #
# Be our guest, yes, our guests.
Be our guest #
# "Beef ragout", "Cheese souffle" #
# Pies and puddings were all there #
#We will prepare and serve well #
#You're alone and afraid ### # But jamuannya ready #
# Nothing sad or complain ##While entertaining dining furniture #
#With friends-my candle wax!
#And everything with a sense of perfect ##You can be sure #
# Come lift your glass #
#You've won a free ticket #
To be our guest ## # lf you stress #
#We recommend a good dinner #
# Be our guest, be our guest Be our guest ###
# Life is very debilitating #
# To the waiter who did not serve #
# He's not himself without a soul to wait #
#Ah, in moments of fun where our handy # True, Cogsworth?
# Suddenly an enjoyable day was lost #
#We've rusted too long #
# Need more than to clean dust #
# Before the exercise, the opportunity to use our capabilities #
# More often we lazing in the palace #
# There is a guest, there is a guest # # Gosh, we will be blessed #
#Wine has been poured, and thank God # # l have prepared a napkin #
#With dessert, she wants tea #
#And I do not mind, my dear #
#While the cups clean themselves # # l'll be bubbling, I'll cook #
#We have much to do #
#You want one or two of sugar?
## For you, our guest! # # He is our guest!
# # He is our guest!
# # Be our guest!
## Our command is your request #
# For a long time we did not get a ##And we're obsessed #
###With your food with your comfortability #
# That's right, our aim airport #
#While the candle is still burning #
# Let us help you, we will continue to berinar #
# Eat for food #
# One by one # # Until you shout, "Enough, I'm full!" #
# Then we'll sing till you sleep while you're digesting #
# Tonight you lift your foot #
# But now let's eat # # Be our guest!
# # Be our guest! # # Be our guest!
# Please, be our guests!
# Pudding?
Why are you nice to me?
You never want to go?
Tuan was not as bad as it looks.
Somewhere, in his soul, he was a Pengeran.
Someone is waiting to be unleashed.
Lumiere mentions something about the west wing. Forget it.
Go to sleep, dear. - Good night.
- Good night.
Directly to the room.
- You do not realize what can you do?
You can harm us all!
Go away from here!
Go!
- Wait. - You cheated again.
- Miss, what are you doing?
- Go away from here. - Stop!
Do not, froufrou.
- Froufrou, stop him.
- Catch him!
Come on!
- Do not, froufrou.
- Do not get out.
- Do not! Dog silly.
- Naughty dog, bad dog!
Do not!
- Please do not go!
That is dangerous!
- Yikes!
You have to help.
You have to stand.
I'm sure this is the way.
There are a lot of wolves. That means we're getting close to the palace.
Simply, we have to go back.
Stop!
There he is!
There he is.
That tree.
I am sure. The time it collapsed due to lightning.
But now the tree...
Stand back again because...
Magic, or the other.
Do you want to marry into this family?
So it means, istanya toward...
No.
That way.
Certainly.
It's enough you play us.
Where is Belle?
- The ugly kidnapped her...
- The creature was not real.
Or cup speak.
Or magic.
What was real was the wolves, frostbite and starvation.
Inhale, Gaston.
Why do not we just go back to the village?
I'm sure Belle was cooking a delicious evening meal.
Why are you offering to help us?
Because he was not my biological daughter!
Let us go home.
Belle was not at home.
He shared... Say it again,
- Then I'll make you a wolf food!
- Gaston! Stop!
Think about things that are fun.
Remember back during the war.
Imagine about the explosion...
-...
Correct. imagine.
Correct.
Maurice.
Please forgive me.
That's no way to talk to the prospective father-in-law, is not it?
Father-in-law?
I might have guessed it.
If Maurice does not approve it, it means he becomes penghalangku.
Once the wolf is finished with her, Belle will not have anyone but me.
I know we're running out of options, but maybe you want to think about how a little more...
Sick.
If you can be quiet, it will not be too sore.
If you did not run, this will not happen.
If you do not scare me, I'm not going to run.
You should rest.
- Thank you.
- We are very grateful.
- Why are you so concerned about her?
- We have maintained for a long time.
He cursed you, even though you are not doing anything.
You are right.
When Mr. losing his mother, and when the father grabbed the child a sweet and innocent, change it to be like his father, we can only dwell alone.
SONG:
Days ln The Sun # days when life begins #
# Not until my day ends #
#What I will bow again ## By the rhythm of the song dear #
#What you'll always be #
# Can not my flailing #
# The days that # # l'm willing to give anything to be back again #
Oh no.
# Changing everything and restore shine # # l sing about the pain of a difficult day #
# Magic ensnare us ## l sing for a miracle tonight # # ln the midst of this sadness #
# Can love and hope to survive #
# For I was naive and unsure #
# But now I'm wiser and wondered #
# Days ago ## l can not go back to my childhood #
# Precious days it is not immortal # #Yang realized because my father # # l feel a change #
Hugging me tighter ### l feel stronger but shackled #
#A sunny day will return ##We have to believe Like the love #
#Wonderful days it will come back #
What happens when the last petals fall? Tuan will be ugly forever.
- The furniture is rarely used.
Trash. We become garbage. I want to help you.
There must be a way to break the curse.
There is one way.
You do not have to think about it.
We choose our options, and we must bear the consequences.
Termia love, Agathe.
Love looks way of thinking is not the appearance.
And because it was the angel of love blinded his eyes.
You know Shakespeare.
My education is quite high.
Romeo and Juliet is my favorite.
I'm not surprised.
- She let her heart melt and...
You'd better read another.
Like what?
You can start reading all that is here.
You're going to do it?
Yes, I think so.
If you really like it, then all of it is yours.
Not all.
Some of them speak Greek. Are you kidding me?
Can you kidding me right now?
Maybe.
The air is so blue and clear and cold.
Frozen in thin sheets.
Rolled stems and twigs
Each foliage in a blanket by glass.
I feel like I've seen this.
But in the silence He heard whispers from all asleep.
Look at me.
Come and wake me up.
SONG:
something THERE # There is a sweet and good #
# But he was nasty and rude #
# He glanced over here I think I see #
#When the touch he does not tremble viewed cakarku #
# New and makes me uneasy #
#Who would have thought this could happen? #
# True, he is not a handsome prince #
# But there was something about him that I did not realize #
Who would have thought ### Bless my soul #
#Who would have thought they would unite with itself # lt is strange ###We see #
#We pay attention to a few days away #
# There may be something that was not there # # There may be something there that was not there #
What, Mom?
# There may be something there that was not there #
What is that?
What is going on over there? I'll let you know when you've grown.
- What are you reading?
- lt is nothing. I guess "Lancelot."
Actually, "King Arthur and the Knights of the Roundtable."
Nonetheless,
- The reading romance. - OK. I have to thank you for saving my life.
I have to thank you because it has been rescued from the wolf.
- You know how to enjoy life.
When I walked into the room and laughing.
I also.
The villagers told me a strange girl.
I do not know they are praising or insulting.
Your village does not seem good.
It was a gift from the witch.
Books that can help you escape.
Awesome. This game is the most violent.
Almost like a curse.
But you can.
Think of a place you want to visit.
Where is this?
Paris.
Oh, I remember Paris.
What do you want to see first?
Rotterdam.
SONG:
How Does a Moment Last Forever # This is my childhood Paris #
Once this is my life boundary ##
#At the top of a rickety and dusty attic is #
#Where an artist mencinitai wife #
# Easy to remember #
# Difficult to forget #
# Has gone #
What happened to your mother? He never told me.
Mask doctor.
We have to go now.
Let us go home.
It sucks.
At least we were not in the trees and surrounded by a pack of wolves.
You know not too late to go back.
Every time I close my eyes, I imagined when I was stranded, and when I opened my eyes...
Gaston.
You're trying to kill Maurice?
Maurice.
Fortunately.
I've been looking for five days. You're trying to kill me.
You left me with a herd of wolves.
Wolf?
I understand, if you're imagining, but not if you accusing me of deliberately want to kill you.
Maurice, do you have proof?
- Tanya Agathe, he saved me.
You accuse based on statements from an old woman?
Sorry, Agathe.
Mr. LeFou.
He was there.
She saw everything. I?
You are right.
Do not joke.
LeFou. Dear friend of mine.
is it me, the most loyal friend, tried to kill the father of a woman who I really love?
That question is quite difficult.
He did not try to kill Maurice.
Basic you... Maurice.
I hate to say this, but you'll endanger yourself and the people around you.
That is why Belle run.
You need help.
Everything will be alright.
I saw her in the ballroom and said,
"l will make all look beautiful and tonight we'll dance."
I did not think he would say "yes."
- No, sir. It was perfect.
Petals roses are only four, it means to be tonight.
You must tell your feelings to her.
I feel stupid.
- He might not love me.
- Do not be discouraged.
He is. Stop saying that.
- No way we are united.
- You care about him, is not it?
Then, with romantic music and candles...
True, and when the time is right...
How could I know?
Do not worry, sir. You'll be fine.
Do not be too nervous and say you feel about Belle.
Because if not, I swear you will drink cold tea forever.
- ln the dark.
- Full dust. Dark and very dusty.
Starting from his hair, comb his hair.
I'll take care of her nails.
I'll brush her teeth.
Rub her nails. Polishing horns.
OK. I can clean up this.
Oh, beautiful.
Beauty and the Beast story of the ancient ##
#What is the real #
### But not friends fall in love #
#Without the suspect #
# Only a few changes #
### Both Little change slightly scared #
# Both were not ready #
# The beauty and the Beast #
Always the same ##
#Always surprising #
# Same as previous # #Always confident #
#As the sun always rises #
# The story of the ancient #
# The music is old-fashioned #
# Fun painful and strange # # Be aware you can change #
# Be aware that you're wrong #
#As Like the sun #
The rises in the East ### The story of the ancient #
# Rhythms ancient song #
# The beauty and the Beast #
### The story is ancient ancient rhythm of the song #
# The beauty and the Beast #
After all this time, I almost forgot the taste.
This seems stupid.
For such a creature I hope One day it will get your attention.
- l do not know.
Do you think you will be happy here?
Whether a person can be happy without freedom?
My father taught me how to dance.
I often stepped on his foot.
You must miss him.
Very.
You want to see him?
I want to see my father.
Father!
What did they do to him?
He is in danger!
Then you have to get there.
What are you saying?
You've got to save.
Bring it.
So you have a way to see me.
Sir, I've figured everything would run smoothly. True love always wins.
I let it go.
What?
Sir, why did you do it?
I must.
- But why?
- Because he loves her.
- So why do we not change?
- Because Belle does not love him.
- Now it's too late. - But he might come back.
No.
I released him.
I hope I can do the same thing to you.
Go.
Our time is running out.
Go on, my love.
I who have myself.
I am the master of my faith.
I never needed anybody in my life.
I learned today.
I'll never feel the pain.
I closed my eyes, but he's still there.
More than me.
Now I know you never feel it.
Although he escaped.
He kept torturing me, coming to hurt me, menggerakanku, come against me.
Waiting for my loneliness.
Waiting at the end of the open door.
I feel myself to appear in front of him.
And along with me forever more.
I'm ready to fight a crazy court.
I hit the light is blurred.
He is already in reach.
He was never far outside.
And I knew he would never see me.
Although he felt guilt.
He's still inside me.
He taught everything I do.
Waiting loneliness, waiting at the end of the open door.
I walked right in front of him.
And it perbicaraan in a very long night.
I think it could be waiting here forever more...
Exempt queen, please.
He was in the hospital.
Not in silence.
Do not you see? You deserve to be in a mental hospital?
You would not last a week.
Submit your daughter to me, and I'll set you free.
Stop.
- Pa.
- Oh, boy. - l thought I lost you.
- Let her go.
Please release him.
We can not do that Miss Potts, we'll take care of it properly.
My father was not crazy.
Gaston. Tell him.
You know how I am loyal to your family, but your father made amazing claims.
That's right Bell.
He discusses about a monster in the palace.
I just got out of the palace, and there was a monster.
You can say anything to release, words are difficult to prove.
You want proof?
Show me the monster that to me!
That's the proof.
It's unbelievable.
See the monster.
Look at this.
Here.
Gosh.
Do not be afraid.
She is gentle, and kind.
It smelled like a monster.
If I do not know right or bad.
He remains concerned him. He was not a monster, Gaston!
You're the monster.
Monster was not going to hurt anyone.
Hearts have been infected with dark magic, I've never seen in my life.
This rift in our great justice.
Yes! Do something!
We're not going to run to win from monsters. Catch him also. No!
- Get him! - No!
You're not going to get away with this, Gaston.
Gaston.
You want to be next? That's what I said.
Alert, this village will be damned if we do not stop it.
- Yes!
- We kill that monster!
Kill the monster! Kill him!
It's safe here until he comes at night to scare us.
With sacrifice. I was not appetizing at the monsters.
He will attack our village, do not let him free.
It is now time for action, everything.
Now it's time to follow.
He disguised himself and came out of the darkness, From the shadow of a nightmare.
And it was most encouraging. Save them.
He would sneak into the palace, and did something terrible inside.
He's a monster, he's got fangs.
Sharp. Large claw, claw killer for a party
Hear him roar, see the foam!
But we did not get home before he died! Until he's dead!
Kill the monster!
Turn obormu, Saddle your horse.
Put your courage in place.
Call it war, call it a threat.
You can bet they will all follow for at a time like this, they will carry out my orders.
Running clay, no question.
But I'm worried that the wrong monster released. Take ajourney!
Calculate! Hold your sword! Hold thine!
Praise the Lord and here we come!
Show me the palace.
At least they finally learn to love.
In other words, they do not have love.
It's the first time for me I was being rude.
you hear that? is it painful? is he back?
I told you.
Lots of infidels.
We fight them.
This is it.
That is true love.
Prepare mortar, and step aside.
There is a place in the back, we had to line up in battle.
and not afraid of the dangers that come.
There were black in this song, We will give this song.
We came to fight.
Come on, we need help.
- We must help the monster.
He let me go.
He released me to see you.
I do not understand.
I know what happened to my mother.
Then you know why I have to keep it secret?
I had to protect you, I should always protect my daughter.
Possible excessive.
I understand.
This is dangerous.
Yes.
I could try to damage the lock.
The key is to me, this. Padlock.
You need something sharp.
Like that.
Perfect.
- l'm really sorry to bother you, - she did not return.
No, they were behind the door.
It is okay.
Let them enter.
Kill the monster!
Kill the monster!
- lt did not work. - l know.
Kill the monster! Kill the monster!
Do not you realize that this house may be hunted?
Do not let yourself uneasy.
This place looks familiar. I had never been here before.
Oh, hello.
You must teacup spoke.
And you must be his mother.
The mother of his best friends?
Attack!
Gaston!
Gaston.
- Please.
Do you have children?
Good son.
Fool intruders arrived.
Those soldiers who called the shots book, great warrior.
Time's up.
Quiet.
Come here little boy.
I moved here and there.
Young boys here.
go after him!
Flush with hot water.
Please dont.
Ma!
thanks.
Semprotanku.
Lost?
I was in the Gaston, We're in a bad place at the moment.
You're too good for him.
Preparing to meet him.
- Humans are sweet.
- Destroy the piano.
I'm stronger. Go!
Take this.
Watch your step.
Why are you leaving?
I Gaston.
Belle sent me.
You fell in love with her?
Do you honestly think he wants?
Where is he?
When we returned to the village, you will marry me
And then he will die. - Let her go.
You.
I tell you, monster.
Back!
I tried to stop them.
Stay there. I come.
I'm not a monster.
Go! Exit.
I'll never leave you again.
It's time for me to go.
We're together now.
You'll be fine.
This is the last time for me to see you.
Please dont.
Back.
We managed to Plumete.
Victory is ours.
Everything is ours.
Plumete. Plumete.
Oh, my dear, Plumete.
- Oh.
- Maestro, you're very brave.
Goodbye my love.
Tea!
Tea!
You see Chip?
- l can not talk.
- lt's okay hour box.
An hour, unable to move.
Say that again.
Boy, look at you.
You become a child again.
I could smell You smell, dear.
You smell very fragrant.
All turned to humans.
You are there.
You changed.
- Henry.
- Henry?
- Oh, I'm so lonely.
To become an hour.
To become an hour.
Lumieas.
See.
Oh, prince. - Hello, old friend.
- Nice to meet you. - You look like a nanny? - No, she was the queen.
She was the queen.
The oldest fairy tales.
Papa.
Hunger turned into a party.
Nothing could be delivered.
- What is that? - How are you feeling slightly grow?
I do not know.
Certain as the sun.
Rises in the east.
The oldest fairy tales, poems are the oldest song.
Beauty and the Monster.
The oldest fairy tales. The oldest song rhyme.
Beauty and the Monster.
Water
Water is
Water is life.
Bassin de rétention d'eau à Tamera (Portugal)
avec Sepp Holzer et Benrd Müller
Water is life.
Water is the most important thing.
The whole world is 70% water.
We, animals, everything-70% water.
Water is the key issue for the survival human kind on this planet.
Nature has provided enough water everywhere on earth;
but, a billion people do not have sufficient access to clean drinking water.
More and more regions lack the water to grow the food they need.
Centralized systems of artificial water management cannot solve this problem.
We need de-centralized systems of natural water management.
We are in Tamera Peace Research Center in southern Portugal, where a water retention landscape has been in development since summer 2007.
Bernd Muller is responsible for Tamera's ecological research work.
In 2007 the community of Tamera still had the question whether a site of this size threatened by desertification could provide food, water and energy for 300 people.
We visited Sepp Holzer and asked him this question and he brought us this gift the vision of a water landscape.
Sepp Holzer, an Austrian mountain farmer, is a well-known specialist and visionary for permaculture and landscape healing.
Water is always at the core of his work.
For me water is the most important capital.
Wherever it's possible, you should create retention spaces and collect the rain water and re-learn with the water how to maintain a balance.
This is the most important thing because once you've created the right hydrological balance,
70% of the work is done.
ou help rich vegetation to develop, diversity ecause nature can reveal itself and develop in the right way.
Traveling through the world I have not seen a single situation, nation or land in which the development of a water retention landscape would not give the first important healing impulses.
In many parts of the world, countries are not able to feed their population anymore.
They have been unable to maintain their natural wildlife for a long time.
As a consultant in many countries
Sepp Holzer sees the consequence of deforestation, monoculture, overgrazing and industrial agriculture.
All these factors destroy the natural water balance.
The soil is drying out.
Water is being lost and the retention space, the natural water storage system of the earth, is becoming dry and the flora and fauna disappear.
In the end the land will turn into desert or burn ecause it's so dry.
You can see these problems happening all over the world, bringing huge catastrophes.
And the heavy rains come anyway.
What happens then?
The water rushes down the slopes because the dry soil does not absorb the water.
When the soil is hotter than the falling rain it rejects the water.
Only when the soil is cooler, when the vegetation is giving shadow then it attracts the water and lets it seep in.
This is the construction site for a new water retention space in Tamera.
Wherever you work with soil you can read the signs of erosion.
Topsoil should actually form a thick, living layer everywhere on the ground which enables rainwater to filter in.
But, this layer has been eroded away.
Now the topsoil lies in layers many meters thick in the bottom of valleys or is found as mud in rivers.
The surface of fields and sites higher up is depleted and barren.
De-centralized water retention landscapes give the water time to filter back into the earth body.
People always have the same questions, always the same worries, where will all this water come from ?
in such dusty dry soil without streams or a river.
How can I build a lake here ?
People have simply lost the knowledge of how to use the catchment area and the rain, the blessing of the water in the right way.
When I use the catchment area, thereupon, the lake will fill very quickly.
How much water can change a landscape in a short time.
We can see here, comparing Tamera before the creation of Lake 1 and today.
Water retention landscapes can be built everywhere.
Anywhere on earth.
A water retention space must not be sealed with concrete or plastic.
It is enough to build a dam out of natural material at the narrowest point of a valley.
You dig a ditch until you reach an impermeable layer.
On that solid ground you apply layer after layer of fine material, like moist clay and drive on it and roll it to build the water barrier.
This water barrier is the core of the dam.
For the outside of the dam I take course material, it doesn't have to be dense and water-proof.
Of course,
I will also have to compact it by driving on it and rolling it.
And like this, I build the whole dam, the water barrier in the core nd on the outside in a slope of 1 to 2, 1 meter up and 2 meters along, like this I build the two layers together, up to the top.
The water retention spaces have winding banks, shallow and deep zones, a diverse vegetation of water plants and are built aligned to the prevailing wind direction this way the water is always moving, is enriched with oxygen,
and thus is naturally purified.
The water in a water retention landscape stays fresh and alive by itself.
Since we created the first retention space, we can already keep much of the water from the winter rainfalls on the land.
In this way in can unfold its full healing capacity, the wildlife is responding and is returning and the vegetation is recovering.
We can plant fruit trees again, the forests recover and we can grow our food for people and for animals in the direct surroundings of the first retention space.
The water which used to run away and which is now stored here is at the same time also having an impact on the whole groundwater system.
In the first year, a spring developed below this lake which now gives water throughout the year.
Since we built this first dam, we no longer have such big variations with a lot of flowing water in winter when it's raining and droughts in the summer.
We have a more constant water situation throughout the year, which is of course a huge benefit for nature.
Nature shows you how this works, you just have to ask her, have to contact her, to communicate with her, then you will be fine anywhere on earth.
Ask nature, think with her and not against her.
Put yourself in her place and you get all the answers you need.
Make room in your head so that natural thinking has space to happen.
There has been abnormal mutant activity in the Tohoku area.
Did you find something out?
Nothing in particular.
It's jumping to conclusions to blame the twisted bridge and the strange occurrence in the river on mutants.
However, the U-Men's mutant detection device found a strong signal.
I can't understand that.
But I'm surprised.
Little Hisako becoming a member of the X-Men!
When I remembered the Sasaki Institute, Professor X was happy, too.
Charles was...
Will Professor X be joining you here as well?
No. He left the investigation to us.
-l see.
-What exactly is this Sasaki Academy?
We were never as big as the Xavier Institute, but we took in the mutant children from the area temporarily.
So, are you also a mutant?
-No.
-ln that case, why?
I wanted to do something for the children who were snubbed and couldn't go to school, just because they were mutants.
But... I suppose there were limits to what I could do alone.
So you shut it down?
Yes. Now I use the facility for medical and mutant research.
You know, Dr. Sasaki, I... I was really good friends with a kid in school.
Good friends?
Yeah. I think that kid was a little younger than me.
It was a boy, but... I can't remember him no matter how hard I try.
Dr. Sasaki, do you remember him?
Back then I had so many children here. I really don't remember.
Doctor!
It's almost time for the meeting.
These are the members of my research team. From the left, this is Koichi Kaga,
Jun Sanada, and Riko Nirasaki.
And these are the X-Men.
I've heard about what you've done. It's an honor to meet you.
-That's everyone?
-Yes.
Go ahead.
Excuse me.
The weather appears to be clearing.
It might be a good time to go check on the Blackbird.
I'm sorry to trouble you, but could I borrow some tools?
-Yes.
-l'll go, too.
-l'm coming, too.
-Scott.
You talk to Hisako and Emma.
However...
Understood.
The research facility is in the back of this house.
The main equipment is underground.
A boy...
Younger than me...
Hisako.
You used to go to an ordinary school, right?
Yeah. I used to come to the Academy after my regular school let out.
Maybe that boy was a friend of yours at school?
-Maybe...
-By the way, Yui.
Aren't you an acquaintance of Professor X?
Yes. It was more than 15 years ago, but I did meet him once.
More than 15 years ago?
But we were never close.
It was such a long time ago, I don't really remember.
I have to go to a meeting, so please make yourselves at home.
If you need anything, you can reach me on this intercom.
I feel like Dr. Sasaki's changed.
Changed?
Yeah. She used to be kinder and warmer, I think.
She still seems kind, at least to me.
That's true, but...
Yui Sasaki is lying.
She said she hasn't seen Professor X in 15 years.
But she has seen him since then.
Did you read her mind?
It's because of things like that that people hate mutants.
No. I didn't use telepathy.
This is a woman's intuition, right?
A woman's intuition?
When we mentioned the Professor, she called him "Charles."
Even though they weren't that close.
Some people use first names even with people they're not friendly with.
But she had asked you if Professor X was planning on coming.
Yui Sasaki is involved with Professor X on a much deeper level.
A deeper level...
-All right, let's pull it out!
-That's impossible.
I'm joking.
Storm!
Could you melt all this ice?
That's also impossible. Look at this snow.
I wonder if you could even call it snow.
At first glance, it seems like snow, but...
It doesn't melt. It's not even cold.
It seems more like a mineral.
So in Japan they have diamond or ruby snow?
Of course not.
It's as ifjust this place was suddenly changed.
At any rate, there's nothing we can do like this.
I'll contact Charles and have him send a spare Blackbird.
Yui Sasaki?
Yes, I thought I'd let you know, just in case.
Understood. ln any event, I'll send you the backup jet at once.
Thank you.
-It's been a while.
-Yui.
I wasn't expecting you to contact me.
From the sound of it, you've already heard a report about me.
I hear you've shut down the Academy.
Let me just state my business. I want to continue my research here in peace.
Are you saying the X-Men are in the way?
I'll help if needed. But I want them out of here as soon as the investigation is over.
would something be disturbed if they stay too long?
It may be the key to solving the string of mutant occurrences around your lab.
I have nothing to do with it.
I'm not so sure about that. When I sent my mind to Tohoku,
I saw you and a boy.
I couldn't see his face, but you overlapped with him.
Does that boy have anything to do with you?
Why did he enter my mind?
Answer me, Yui.
That boy is probably Takeo.
Takeo?
He's my son. Mine...
And yours.
Our son?
You're telling me I have a son?
So then that was...
My son entered my consciousness.
That is incorrect.
If you say you saw him, then you just happened to look in my mind.
But I'm certain I met that boy.
You said you couldn't see his face. That's natural.
Because Takeo is already gone.
What does that mean?
Do you mean our son is dead?
Someday I'll tell you everything.
But for now, please stop meddling in my affairs.
Staying here is pointless.
In the meantime, let's go back to the Sasaki house.
An avalanche?
Doesn't seem like it.
is a mountain monster making snowmen or...
What on earth is that?
It seems that snowman has business with us.
So let's go say hello!
Wait!
-What's that?
-Storm.
There's one here, too.
Greetings, ladies and gentlemen of the X-Men.
How do you like Japan?
It's not bad. The food is good and the scenery's nice.
Then you'll have no regrets when I kill you here!
Sorry, but I haven't seen any Kabuki yet.
What are you?
Some kind of hedgehog monster?
Beast!
Did you pulverize him?
There was no resistance.
You are pretty tough.
It's about time.
What?
So that was the aim of the attack just now.
The greetings are finished. Let's meet again.
I see. He can liquefy his body.
That's why he offered no resistance.
This is no time for analysis!
Let's get out of here!
Jun?
I'm going to take my shot in my room.
Make sure the X-Men don't see you.
-Be careful.
-l understand.
Hisako?
is something wrong with your right hand?
The bruise on my hand is hurting.
Bruise?
It used to be bigger.
-Do you remember an injury or a burn?
-No.
Mom and Dad also say they don't remember it, so I thought it was just a birthmark.
It suddenly started hurting when I got here.
-Has it ever hurt you like this before?
-l don't think so.
That's strange, I wonder if something irritated it.
I...
-l'm going to ask Dr. Sasaki for an ointment.
-Hey!
-She told us to use the intercom, remember?
-It's all right. It's not as if she's going outside.
But...
This is a good opportunity. I need to talk to you.
Talk?
blackbird auto-piIot engaged. Launch preparations complete.
You want me to let you read my mind?
-Yes.
-What for?
To remove your hesitation.
My hesitation?
I heard you couldn't fight the berserk mutant at the U-Men base and almost lost your life.
is it because of Jean?
The Professor proved I had nothing to do with Jean's death.
So what is making you suffer?
Hisako also asked me. "Help him," she said.
It's none of her business.
She's worried about you in her own way.
And I also don't want a leader who's so hesitant.
At this rate, it may impede our work as X-Men.
Face your heart.
I'm sure Jean would wish for that, too.
-l don't like this.
-What's wrong?
Yui Sasaki said she introduced us to everyone in the mansion.
But I can still smell someone else in there.
Indeed. She doesn't seem to want us there.
Yui Sasaki's presence at the center of the mutant phenomena and the appearance of the U-Men seems a bit too much for coincidence.
Seems we'd better keep an eye on Yui Sasaki.
That's why I asked Scott and Emma to stay.
Scott. The X-Men are a light for mutants.
I want to become that light.
And I want to continue shining a light on the future for human and mutant children.
I'm begging you, Scott. kill me.
You know I couId never do thatI
You...
What did you do to Jean's heart?
I love you, Scott...
Jean!
You are?
Now you die, too.
Scott.
Dr. Sasaki?
-Feeling better?
-Yeah.
The shadow you saw behind Jean, it's natural that you'd think it was me.
I was attacked by myself. What on earth was that?
That must have been your subconscious, the part of your mind where you can't forgive yourself for not saving Jean.
I... tried to escape my inability to save Jean by blaming you for her death.
You're right, the one person I can't forgive is myself.
Now that I know you had nothing to do with Jean's death, what should I do?
One year ago, if I'd been there when Jean went berserk, I might have been able to save her.
And you, as well.
Listen to me, Scott.
Aren't you the one who taught Hisako that an X-Man's most important quality is his heart?
You need a stronger heart than anyone else.
Don't let Jean's will go to waste.
I want to become that light. And I...
I want to continue shining a light on the future for human and mutant children.
So now you want to coach me, just like Hisako?
The beast that suddenly appeared in the lab turns out to have an unexpected identity.
Amid the confusion, Emma becomes suspicious of Yui Sasaki's assistant Jun.
meanwhile, danger approaches Professor X as he flies to Tohoku from New York on the blackbird.
A new facet of the case is revealed.
Next time on X-Men.: Lost
♪ Ole, ole, ole, ole... ♪
Get in the car!
Who are you?
I'm the man whose money you took.
He'll get done, sooner or later.
I made a call.
There's one thing nobody can escape from, it don't matter how big a master criminal you are.
The VAT man.
Well done on bringing us the money.
Welcome to Morocco.
Help!
HELP!
For your own sake, I suggest you answer these questions truthfully.
Why are you on this boat?
That's... er...
That's all of us going on a fishing trip.
I remember that day... happy times.
You are putting a bag in the car.
What was it?
Probably fishing gear.
Bax?
Quinn?
Tell me about this, please.
Where did you learn how to do this?
What is happening here?
That's... that's just lads on holiday, innit?
You know, things get a bit out of control.
Hello?
Who's there?
Hello?
Who are you?
Where are my friends?
You all OK?
They... shaved me.
And they bust my new glasses.
Where are we?
Said Morocco, didn't they?
Yeah, I know that.
But where?
Did they show you the pictures?
What pictures?
What do you say to 'em Rick?
Nothing. Obviously. Don't tell them anything, all right.
Not until we get some kind of legal representation.
Someone from the embassy - Amnesty or someone.
How you gonna get in touch with them?
Who are they anyway?
They're some kind of militia or something, aren't they?
They knew we had that money. They picked us off.
They're probably using the money for some extremist movement.
So now we're funding terrorists.
Oh, great. This just gets better and better.
He was wearing a shirt, with a Marks and Spencer's label on.
I saw it sticking out.
Who?
My interrogator.
I mean, extremists...
They don't shop at MS, do they?
They might.
Shall we go and help him?
Best not to get involved.
You all right, mate?
It's a woman.
Serious. It's a bird!
Uh! Argh!
I was just trying to see if you were OK.
I'm Quinn.
What sort of fag name is that?
Dunno. Ask my dad.
Named after my grandfather, I think.
I'm Mercedes. Hi.
- Your dad into cars then?
- Heard of the Count of Monte Cristo, dumb fuck?
Yeah... no... yeah - fuck, I dunno, I can't remember.
Um... uh...
Can I just ask, what's with all the rough stuff?
It's what they do if you don't tell them what they want.
A bunch of COCKSUCKERS! Come on!
Do you have any idea how we might get in touch with someone from the British Government?
Yeah, it's easy.
They're in there.
Eh? What?
It's the Foreign Office.
Sorry.
What is this place exactly?
It's where they bring people to question... ..when they don't want anyone to know they're doing it.
Oh, great.
A week ago, I was standing in line, holding a tuna baguette, queuing up for easyJet.
"Dear God, please help me see danger coming my way,
"and forgive the body count I will be sending your way."
"Never pick up a dead man's gun."
"I...
"..heart...
"..
Bin Laden."
Right.
We should go en masse and demand to speak to whoever's in charge and make them understand they can't just keep us here.
There's laws and protocols...
You think they'll care about that?
They still have to abide by them.
Says who?
Woody, this is our government.
Governments can't just hold us indefinitely for no reason.
Course they can!
They do it all the time.
You remember those plane spotters in Greece?
You remember that?
They said they were spies. And what about Guantanamo?
Nobody even knew who was in there.
Get off!
Come on!
What?
It takes two of ya?
All right?
How did you end up here then, love?
I was in Kabul, "love".
You in the army then?
No, I went there because I like the opera.
Didn't like what I saw, so I went AWOL.
Took a long fucking walk.
Posted some things on the web.
Things I thought people should see.
Secrets?
There are no secrets. Only hidden truths.
Nah. Just bitching about the food and the way they treat people.
Now they think I'm bloody Wikileaks. Dickheads.
How long do they usually keep people in here for?
As long as they want.
This place don't exist.
Therefore, you don't exist.
What did you all do anyway?
Fellas, can I... have a word?
In private.
This could be a trick. She could be working for them.
You not seen her face?
They kicked her head in.
She's trying to scare us and then befriend us, you know.
Get us to confess everything.
You got a point.
Oi, wuss-bags.
Just ignore her.
Keep walking.
Keep walking...
What, you not talking to me now?
I ain't the enemy.
Anyway, if I wanted info out of you, I'd just....
..beat it out of you.
Get off me, you lunatic woman!
Ever had a cauliflower ear, Quinn?
Or a wet willy?
Aaaaah!
You know what Churchill said?
Fuck off!
"If you're going through hell, keep going".
Tough it out, guys!
You can get through this.
You got each other for a start.
I'm the one all on her lonesome.
Don't see me walking around with the clown's frown.
She's got a point you know.
We've really need to stay positive.
Good idea, Woody.
Tell you what, why don't we see if they can organise basket weaving classes or something?
Put our time to good use.
Only trying to help, knobhead.
Well, you're not.
Saying "cheer up, it may never happen" doesn't cut it.
So, what, do you think it's somehow harder for you, Quinn?
I don't think anything, Bax.
Because I'm stuck in an illegal prison in the middle of the Sahara fucking desert.
And why am I here?
Because you persuaded me that a weekend away would be "a laugh".
I persuaded you?
You called me.
I've never called you, Baxter.
I've never called you because I cannot bear your incessant moaning and complaining.
Oh, right, great - thanks.
That's nice.
Great time to get that out in the open.
You told me you came because Rick persuaded you.
Yup.
Here we go.
Here we go.
Blame Rick.
Yeah, waiting for that one.
Shove it up your arse, Quinn.
You shove it up yours.
Nice toughing it out guys.
Oi, Quinnbo, you know there's no "I" in team, don't you?
No.
But there's a "U" in "fuck you".
What's going on?
Stop it!
Get off!
Get off me!
No, please, I haven't done anything.
Please don't, please.
No...
Woods...!
Get your hands off him!
Rick!
Quinn!
Stop it!
Please...
Baxter!
Bax, please...
Help!
Get off!
What's happening?
Please, don't.
Let go!
Where are you taking him?
Leave him alone!
BAX!
Get your hands off him, you slags!
You bastards!
I watched the door all night to see if he'd come out.
Yeah, me too.
Shit, no...
Come on.
Let's not think the worst.
Hiya.
I think there's more grub on the side.
Just help yourself.
We've been worried sick.
You've been gone all night.
What happened?
I dunno... weird.
They asked me a bunch more questions and suddenly it was all, you know, tea and toast.
You should get some.
Come, please.
Oi!
Is it all right if I bring my tea, chief?
Sit.
Fortunately for you... ..we're not actually interested in what you did over the last few days.
All we wanted to know was who you were financing.
We weren't financing anyone.
We were just trying to get home.
With five million euros?
We have at our disposal DNA databases, forensic analysis, satellite imaging technology.
If that doesn't give us what we need, we employ enhanced interrogation techniques.
If we want to find out the truth, we do.
And now, we have.
We made a mistake.
It happens.
So...
You can go.
Just sign these and we'll get you to the airport and on a flight.
Hang on.
Does that mean that we can...?
Please don't ask if you can keep the money.
Do you want us to do anything for you, back home?
Little candle-lit vigil?
Coloured rubber wrist bands - "Free Mercedes".
Take care.
Mrs Peters. 101 Bridge Road, Crawley.
It's my mum.
Just let her know I'm all right.
Don't mention this, eh?
You take care of yourself.
Seriously?
Did you really think we were going to get out of there?
Two nights in.
Nah... thought that was it.
What went through your mind?
Well, first of all, my kids...
Carmen, and then just like, stupid stuff, like...
I thought I'd never get to see United play again.
I kept thinking of my kids.
Kept seeing their little faces.
Then I thought about Nina....
I started to think about all the things they'd find out about me, you know, when I was dead.
And what if they stopped loving me?
I wouldn't be there to tell them that that's not what I'm like.
Be honest, kid, you were worried about her finding your porno collection.
Nah, I don't know.
Things that might be misinterpreted.
You know, e-mails, receipts.
Yeah, I didn't think of that.
I wonder what people would really make of all this back home?
They might wonder why four grown men went on holiday together, saying they were going to Spain and actually ending up in Morocco.
If anyone so much as mentions "bad luck", they're walking.
Be a long walk back, pal, we've been driving for nearly an hour.
Haven't seen so much as a camel.
He's gone.
He's not coming back, is he?
Two stay, two go and get help.
Shouldn't we all go?
Why?
Or stay?
We'll double our chances if we split.
Halve them you mean.
Who wants to stay?
I do.
I do.
I do.
I'll go.
Come on.
You two stay here, if the driver comes back, just all stay with the car, all right?
Do you believe in destiny, Bax?
No.
So shut up.
Fate then?
Rick, please.
No destiny, no fate, no karma, no spells, no curses.
This is just a series of misunderstandings, OK?
Could have happened to anybody.
No more, no less.
Who's...?
Come on!
Get in.
You are about to be shot, get in!
Bax, get in.
Woods!
Quinn!
Hey!
Slow down, slow down.
- We had some disturbing intel.
- Well, if it's bad news can you just lie to me?
I'd like to know what's going on, please.
A covert department of the CIA, the Special Activities Division has activated a kill contract on you.
Sorry?
What are you talking about?
Evidently, you've intersected a line of narco-finance and...
Wait.
Stop.
Hang on.
Now this might be because of the sun and this whole desert, shot at scenario thing but I'm just finding it a little hard to concentrate.
Would you mind talking to me as if I'm five years old?
Your man in Majorca...
..has operated successfully for so long because he gives huge kickbacks to the American security services.
What?
He's paying the CIA to protect him?
Narco-finance is a major revenue stream
- for American black ops.
- Like a five-year-old, please.
Dirty tricks.
Security activities they don't want people to know about.
Drugs deals have been financing dodgy US foreign policy for years.
Not really new news.
Why would they want to kill us?
One of you tipped off the authorities in the UK.
A contact inside Customs and Excise.
Your man here retaliated by telling the Special Activities Division you were about to blow their op wide open.
So now they have to take you out.
No, this... this is crazy.
I mean...
Why can't you just tell them, all right, that we're not the people that they think we are?
This goes higher than us.
This kind of thing brings down governments.
Iran Contra anyone?
Which is why removing you is an easy piece of damage limitation.
They can't just shoot four blokes who just happened to go on holiday together.
Under the aegis of "the global war on terror", they can shoot anyone they like.
And do.
That's who shot at us?
The CIA?
No.
They'd have tasked local contractors.
So nothing can be linked back to them.
You got lucky...
But this isn't going to go away.
OK, let's get practical, then.
So what are the options?
Well, there must be something?
Right...
Right - there may be a solution but we have to act now.
Like, this minute.
Your presence here is getting a little itchy for us.
Excuse us for the inconvenience!
We may be able to get you out.
Take you to another country.
New identities.
Then what?
Then I'm afraid you're on your own.
How long would this be for?
Maybe for ever.
- We can never go home?
- It's the only offer on the table.
No, no, no, that's...
That's not an option.
No.
I'm going home and...
If you go back, you'll be putting your families at risk as well.
That is a guarantee.
OK, let me just see if this is even logistically possible.
Stand up.
Get up.
OK.
We can do it.
We have a scrambled phone link.
You can each of you make one phone call home but you must not, under any circumstances, tell them where you are and what is happening.
Amy...
Yeah, I know, I'm sorry that I haven't rung.
Listen to me for a second, love.
Nina...
Just stop, just let me talk, darling, OK?
Right...
There's no easy way of saying this, OK, so I'm just going to say it straight out.
I'm not coming back.
Wait, wait, wait -
I don't know who to phone.
Well, I do, I want to speak to my kids, but I don't know which one to choose.
If I've only got one call, which one do I call?
You can't make me choose.
I need you to phone my folks,
I want you to tell them that I'm fine and everything's OK, that I'm just going to go travelling for a little bit.
Rachel, are the girls with you?
Where are they?
Shit...
I want you to tell the girls that I love them both very much...
I don't know how long.
I know, I'm sorry.
Just please, please...
Don't let them think that I've abandoned them...
..because that is not what's happened.
I've met someone.
Oh, Amy...
Please, just tell the kids, OK, that it's not because of them,
I'm sorry Nina.
I'm really sorry.
Dad, it's me.
Yeah, no, I know, I thought I'd be back by now as well.
No, no, everything's fine.
It's just...
I think I'm going to stay out here a little longer.
What?
Well, what happened to your satellite dish?
I can't hear you Rachel, say that again.
Take care?
Er...
Yeah, OK.
I will.
You too.
Go back to the shop where you bought it from, right, and ask someone there to help you, they'll help you.
Well, it's just because I don't know when I'm going to be back, Dad.
Fuck...
No, no, you're right, I'm sorry, I know I shouldn't swear.
Dad, listen to me, OK?
You've been brilliant, Dad.
Yeah, just take care.
Yeah...
I love you, Dad.
Take care.
Bye-bye.
Bye.
I know you all think it's my fault, don't you?
You think it's my fault because I phoned the VAT man.
It's nobody's fault, Rick.
It's just...
I don't know, the universe conspiring against us or something.
And has been since we set foot in Alvo's villa.
A fly saved my life.
What?
Out in the desert.
If it hadn't been for that fly, I'd have had my head blown off.
And the weird thing was, we'd met before.
We'd... ..bonded.
Four hours now.
How far are we going?
Any idea where we're going yet?
Is that a don't know, or won't say?
Bax?
What you going to call yourself?
What do you mean?
Your name.
We can't use our own names right?
Oh.
Hey...
I'm gonna be Floyd.
That's what I'm gonna call myself.
Floyd...
Floyd Carter.
You can't call yourself that.
Why?
It's a black name.
Is it?
It's like calling yourself...
Everton or Tyrell, or something.
You can't.
Needs to be something ordinary...
Tony.
Tony Smith.
My name's Tony...
Smith.
Why can't I be Tony Smith?
You call yourself whatever you like, mate.
Sir Tony Smith if you want, mate.
We should call ourselves names that mean something.
You know, like the native Americans do.
I'll be Running Scared.
I'll be...
Mr Dances With Wolves.
No, I mean something...
Something with hope in it.
You know, like...
If I was a girl, I'd call myself... ..well, Hope.
You could be Bob Hope.
New hope.
New house.
Aaron... no, Adam.
Adam Newhouse.
James...
Kirk.
Jamie....
Jamie Kirk, then.
Blake...
Lin...
Blake...
Hee...
Ha...
Hatch.
Blake Hatch.
Tony Smith, Adam Newhouse, Jamie Kirk and... ..Blake Hatch.
Welcome to your new fucking lives.
Where are we?
South Africa.
We're on the other side of the world.
Do they speak English here?
Uh...
I think so.
What's it like?
I don't know.
This will all sort out, won't it?
Eh?
A week from now, we'll be in a pub in London, we'll be laughing about this.
Some rand to get you through the first few weeks.
A driving licence form and some other ID stuff you'll need to fill in.
How do we get in touch with you?
You don't.
Right, OK.
- How do we keep in touch?
- You won't be able to.
It's too dangerous.
Hang on a minute.
What happens if it's safe for us, if it becomes safe for us to go home, to break cover?
How will we know that?
As far as anyone else knows now, you don't exist.
That's your best chance of surviving.
If you want to stay alive, stay invisible.
The truth will come out though, won't it?
In the end.
OK, let's go.
Say your goodbyes.
Come on, move this thing along.
Come on, people.
This isn't a secure area.
Take care of yourselves.
Woody.
Hey, we shouldn't be on our own.
Listen, I know I said some things... ..but you boys mean a lot to me, all right?
Quinn, Quinn, come on.
Guys, come on, we should stay together, yeah?
We're a team now.
We're a team, we're like a band of brothers.
Rick, Rick... all right, you'll be OK.
You'll be OK.
Right, boys...
Chin up.
At least we're still standing, eh?
You'll be all right, Bax.
What makes you say that?
You're smart.
I'm not that fucking smart.
Good luck.
Hey.
What about if just me and him, we stick together?
- It'll be all right, won't it?
- No.
- Listen, nobody has to know.
- It's for your own good.
You'll be all right.
I can't do this Woody.
Yes, you can.
No, I can't!
You're strong, mate.
You're stronger than you think.
No, I'm not.
I'm not, Woods, I'm not strong.
I'm not strong at all.
Woods, let's not do it, yeah?
You and me, we'll stay together, yeah?
Woods...
Woody...
Woody, let me go with you, yeah?
Please, Woody.
Woody, let me come with you, please.
Hey!
You've got to be a man about it.
I've got to look after myself.
I'm not your fucking boyfriend.
Woody...
Woody, I don't want to be on my own!
Woody, please.
Woody!
Woody, mate.
Don't leave me, please.
Woody!
Please, mate, don't leave me here.
Woody...
Woody...
Woody!
WOODY!
I know every disgraced politician, every gem smuggler, every high-stakes gambler and gold digger that come through those doors.
Why you never go away?
You don't even leave Cape Town.
If you love her so much, why don't you marry her?
Yeah, why don't you marry me and take me to England?
Your name isn't Newhouse is it?
How dare you, and how dare you try and blackmail me!
Help!
Previously on Siberia...
A tiger! A fucking tiger!
I couldn't believe it.
It was like something a seven year old would tell me...
"Oh, I saw a tiger in the woods..."
- What are you doing?
- Wondering what would do that to a tiger.
Oh, hell.
It's on fire... and it's green...
- What's on fire?
- The sky.
You know, there's something about Carolina.
I feel like I recognize her.
- Fire in the woods, man. - Got to get some water.
I told you this was a mistake!
That's all we had, man. That's all we had.
Does anyone recognize this?
We found Johnny's shirt.
And it was full of food from the shed.
I get what it looks like. I see that.
But I didn't steal the food, and I didn't burn down the shed.
Someone obviously doesn't like me, and they're trying to set me up.
People weren't taking too kindly me being at camp 'cause apparently I stole food from the shed and then burned it down.
Someone framed me.
They wrapped my shirt around some food, hid it in the woods.
I don't know who did it.
You know, frankly, I don't really care anymore, you know?
I don't really need them anyways.
You know, obviously, I can take care of myself.
Took them how long to build a fire?
I did it in five minutes in the dark.
I can't believe
Johnny's gonna just stay out in the woods.
That's crazy.
And why shouldn't he?
After all the crap that he's pulled?
He'll be fine.
And if he's not, you got a better chance of winning.
And you can keep his bed.
I want to make it to the end, but I want to do it as a team, kind of like how Neeko's doing it, you know?
Can I tell you something?
Sure.
You're a smart guy.
You know that Neeko is a professional athlete?
He plays game for living.
How about maybe he's playing this game that he's a very nice guy, everybody trusts him, just to win the game?
Have you ever thought about it?
I don't think you should trust him.
Can't trust anybody.
Guys?
I get up early, and as soon as I open the door,
I practically ran into this spear that's stuck in the ground.
It felt like a threat.
Let me see.
What does it say?
It says...
What is that?
It means "get out."
It's just another thing to throw on the pile of what the hell's going on here.
It's a nice prop. Look at it.
It's not real. Nice scare tactic.
They're watching. I'm sure they're loving this.
Why is it in front of our cabin and not yours?
Who wants you guys to get out?
Well, this is here on purpose. That's for sure.
It's here on purpose. It's here for a reason.
You guys gonna be so gullible to fall for this, really?
Who else could've left that spear?
Besides Production, who could've done it?
We're the only people out here.
Aren't we?
- Are you okay?
- I'm fine.
I mean, aren't you still scared?
The spear this morning telling us to leave?
That doesn't scare you at all?
I think, at this point, it's just all mind games.
I miss home. I miss my family.
I even miss my stupid ex-boyfriend.
This place is-- it's getting to me.
I don't know.
I'm thinking about pushing the button.
I don't want you to go.
You know what I mean? I think-- I think we can win this.
We just need to--
But I don't need to stay.
I don't understand why I'm even staying.
I don't need the money that badly.
I do.
Annie.
I've been a lone wolf for a while, you know?
I've been on my own for a while.
I'm probably, without knowing it, less lonely than I have been in a long time because I'm interacting with people more often than I have in many years.
Now I consider Daniel a friend.
He's a good kid.
If I had a son, I'd be proud if he was like Daniel.
What are you looking at?
- Just watching those two. - Mm-hmm.
I don't want to overstep my bounds, you know.
I don't know how she feels about me, and so I'm just kind of--
I'm taking it slow, but at the same time, it's really hard 'cause I really want to, you know, see where this is gonna go.
I don't know.
At the same time, I don't want to get hurt.
Don't worry.
She knows you exist.
How would I really get her to? I don't know, like...
Get her to what?
Like me like me.
You can't get her to like you.
Either she does or she doesn't.
You know?
How beautiful is it?
This is so nice.
_
Why not?
_
I'm sorry.
I'm being naughty.
It's beautiful in, though.
_
You must be hot.
Come on.
_
- No good... _
- No one's here. - It's trouble.
No one's here. I'm not gonna tell anyone.
You want to come.
- Oh, yeah?
_
You'll thank me once you're in here.
It's beautiful.
_
Careful.
_
I'm gonna film us.
_
It's a great idea.
You promise you'll erase it?
_
- Promise me?
- I promise.
Good.
Annie? Wait, Annie.
You shouldn't be walking out here alone.
It's not safe.
_
What are you talking about?
Come on, it's not safe. Stop. Wait.
Don't be like this.
Be like what?
Look, I--
It's not the same thing for me, okay?
I'm not going back to a life or a job that I like or family or friends or even an ex-boyfriend, and I get that you're sad about that.
But you're forgetting about who's here for you right now, and you're turning your back on me.
No, I'm not.
I like her.
It's been a while since I've been with anybody, but I--
We get along so well.
I just feel like a dumbass now.
I mean, she's probably not gonna talk to me for the rest of the time, if she does stay.
- Hey. - Hey.
- There you are. - How's it going?
Good.
I just wanted to talk to you.
Uh-huh?
Um, so, Victoria's gone.
Um, I'm just wondering what's going on with her bed.
Oh, it's-- well, it's free right now.
So no one would mind if I moved in?
Um... yeah, yeah.
I mean, I don't mind.
I don't know what the other girls other think, but it's good with me.
Awesome. All right, I'll go grab my things.
It's not that I didn't have fun with the boys.
I don't know.
I just feel like my time there is done.
It's served its purpose, and I want to--
I want to get to know the girls a bit better.
- Hey. - Hey.
- What are you doing?
- I'm leaving.
You mean the show?
No, you idiot.
I'm gonna move into Victoria's old bed.
Wait. Why?
Why?
Because it's free.
I know, but I thought you liked it here with me.
You said we are great roommates.
Yes, we were, and thank you for letting me stay.
Just, I don't know. I want to be with the girls now.
Come on, Esther.
Don't you think we should team up?
We are both smarter than everyone else here.
We can win this thing-- together.
Ohh, I like your style. I will think about it.
But hold on. Hold on. Hold on.
I was just thinking that we could have something...
You thought what?
That we could get romantic a little bit?
Don't laugh.
Really? I don't do romance.
Look, we're playing a game.
What do you mean?
I'm playing a game-- for money.
I don't do romance, and I'm not playing a dating game.
I'm sorry.
Fuck you, bitch!
Fuck you, bitch!
You're not going anywhere.
Get the fuck off me!
I'm kidding.
I was just kidding, Esther.
I'm just kidding. Esther.
Don't you fucking touch me again.
Come on! I'm just-
- I was just kidding!
I think I was in shock.
I-I don't know.
It happened so quickly.
But he grabbed me here, pushed me up against the bunk, and then he backed off.
Esther is a player. We all know that.
And I played with her, too.
So she was on the way out.
I just pushed her a little bit on the bed, just jokingly, like pretending that I'm like scaring her.
"You're gonna stay here," or something.
She just, like, freaked out.
She pushed me away.
She's like, "don't talk to me like that."
Stormed out, like mad.
And I was just telling her, "I'm joking.
You know me. I always joke around.
I was just joking with you."
I didn't get it, seriously.
She just freaked out, and it was just a pure joke.
What are you showing me?
It was right here.
Are you sure?
Big huge carcass.
Guts hanging out and everything.
Look.
Look at what? The blood?
It could've been anything.
It could've been a bird. It could've been a deer.
Why would I make this up?
Why would I lie?
There was a huge-- there was a huge tiger there.
I guess they took it. The producers took it.
The producers?
I think she thinks that I could've been trying to scare her, play a sick joke on her.
I was kind of a bit shocked because I didn't think she saw me as that kind of person.
For all I know, Johnny took it.
Johnny took it?
He probably dragged it off into there and hid it or something.
I don't know.
Oh, now Johnny does everything?
Not only do we have to worry about the producers playing mind games with us, we got to worry about that guy.
Hopefully he's done us all a favor and gone and pushed the button to get out of here.
I don't think he's as bad as you think.
Why are you always defending him?
Why are you always defending him?
I'm telling you that guy's dangerous.
You need to watch yourself!
I'm kind of baffled where it's gone, you know, 'cause this thing was pretty big, you know.
It would've taken a lot of force or something pretty hefty to get it out of there, and there was no trail.
There was no kind of like a trail of where it could've been dragged to.
It's like it was almost picked up and gone.
Got some traps set up along this way somewhere.
I found some deer trails I scouted earlier.
Hope they catch something.
The first night in the woods by myself was pretty awesome, actually.
Had a nice little fire. Weather was nice.
You know, wrapped up.
It was nice being on my own.
It's what I wanted to do originally, too, is, you know, be by myself, take care of myself, do my own thing, and I got that, so pretty content.
What the hell did this, man?
This thing's...
I mean, it, obviously, it ripped the deer while it was standing here.
It was strong enough to rip it off-- rip the, like, rip its bone in half.
What do you want?
What are you doing?
I'm trying to catch some food, but something got to it before me, it looks like.
What do you want?
I just came to try to convince you to come back.
Try to convince me to come back, to the camp?
Yeah, I don't think it's safe for you to be out here.
I think it's safer here than being back at camp where a bunch of people don't like me thanks to you, making those wild accusations.
Just, whatever happened,
I don't think it's safe for you to stay out here.
Well, you know what?
I really don't need you trying to be nice to me.
I'll be fine on my own, okay?
I can take care of myself.
Y'all try taking care of yourselves, too, all right?
Okay, fine.
If that's how you want to be, then fine.
Fine.
Nah, that's-- that's not good enough.
That ain't good enough.
Hey, Irene.
Hey, Dan.
Whatcha doing?
Collecting some acorns.
- Oh.
- Yeah.
If you mash them up, you can make like a paste and make a pancake out of it.
- Really?
- Yeah.
Is it-- does it taste good?
I think so.
You want me to help?
Oh, sure. That'd be great. Yeah.
They're kind of scattered all over.
Daniel is a really, really nice, really sweet person, and he has such a gentle-- a very gentle spirit,
I guess you can say.
It's a Siberian squill.
I'm not really big on flowers.
Why not?
Well, you know, they're pretty, but it's kind of odd, the whole idea of someone giving someone a flower 'cause it's like, "Oh, you know, I like you, so let me give you something that's dying."
It never really made sense to me.
Something more permanent would be nice, you know, even a rock would be better.
She's got so much complexity to her, you know?
I find out something new about her every day, it seems like, and it's a pretty big thing that I would've never expected out of her.
It's...
She's just-- she's amazing.
Where are we?
I can't find the path.
We're lost.
- We're not lost. - No, we're lost.
I don't know where we're going.
In the middle of the wood, very close to the river,
I found this really weird-looking tree.
I mean, it wasn't a tree. It was something different.
It had a face shape.
It had hair.
What?
My name is Miljan.
It's really nice to meet you.
What is your name?
Ogdee?
This is my friend Ogdee.
We go way back, man.
He's so bad.
I spoke to it. We had a little conversation.
Ogdee is my old friend from high school.
I'm kidding.
- Esther. Esther. - What?
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Hey. Where have you been?
Out.
Out?
Where do you go all day, anyway?
Okay.
I can't believe you got us so lost.
We're not lost.
Yes, we are. Where are we?
Do you know where we are?
We're in Siberia.
Not funny.
Oh, God! What is that?
Did you hear that?
I heard it. Come on.
There might be something out here. Come on.
Oh! Oh, God!
What are you doing out here?
Sorry. I'm going to get water. Where are you going?
Home-- where the hell is it?
That way.
Why is she being such a bitch?
Why are you here, by the way, alone?
No reason.
That's suspicious.
Shut up, Miljan.
Guys, have you seen Carolina?
No. She hasn't come back.
You mean she's not back yet?
She's not back. I have no idea where she is.
I haven't seen her.
You do know she's out there with Johnny?
Yeah, tell me about it. I know.
Well, I don't know about you, but I feel like I should go and look for her.
I don't-- I don't feel comfortable with her with Johnny.
Before it gets too late, I think we should.
I'm game, yeah.
- You're gonna come with me?
- Yeah.
Gentlemen.
Where the hell were you?
I was in the woods.
Have you seen Carolina?
She's out there with Johnny.
Oh, she'll be fine, guys.
- Come on. - Are you serious?
Yes. They're probably having sex or something.
Oh, you're a funny guy.
Don't be naive. You didn't notice the chemistry they had?
Hey, guys, listen. I'm gonna look for her.
I don't know about you.
Just sitting here talking.
Hey, it's dark outside.
Oh, fuck!
Get on the bed. Get onto the bed!
The bed?
Oh, my God.
What is this?
The cab started shaking...
Ran outside, and the sky this just this odd color that I've never seen in my life, and I'm thinking it can't be the show doing this because that's way out of their powers and their control.
What is it?
It's like-- it's like the sky's on fire.
What?
It's like the sky's on fire.
The sky went from dark to light, and it looked like it was on fire, just like Victoria said.
If this is all part of the game, it's beyond me at this point.
I don't understand how they could pull it off.
I feel like I'm on another planet.
I feel like I walked into some kind of a dream or a nightmare, and nobody-- nobody has any answers.
I don't have an answer.
I could sit here all day long and just-- it's way above my pay scale.
- Is it moving?
- It just keeps moving.
Carolina never came back today, did she?
Yeah.
Where-- where are they?
She's still in the woods-- the forest.
Well, this can't stop us. We still have to find her.
We can't leave her out there.
We better go now.
We're just gonna go look for her-- me and Sam, Daniel, Miljan as well.
Oh, my God. Carolina?
Carolina. Are you okay?
What happened?
Oh, my God. Carolina!
- What happened?
Are you okay?
- Are you okay?
Then we see Carolina stumbling towards the girls' cabin, and the girls go rushing over to her.
Are you hurt somewhere?
- What happened?
- Look at all the blood.
What happened?
She's bleeding.
Guys, don't, don't-- don't go to her.
Oh, my God, look at her arm. Look at her arm.
What happened to you?
You're okay.
Carolina, what happened?
Carolina shows up, and she's battered and disoriented.
She couldn't even speak. She's trembling.
I don't...
She doesn't remember.
You don't remember?
What do you remember?
She didn't know what was going on.
She was saying she couldn't even, like, remember what she'd been doing out there.
She was just talking nonsense, and it was really jolting to see her come back like that.
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You were with John?
- And what happened?
- Where is he?
What were you doing with Johnny?
Get her some water. Get her some help.
Carolina, were you with Johnny?
She said she was. What were you doing with Johnny?
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She said the name "Johnny."
At that point, I just, you know, lost it.
Listen to me. Listen to me. Listen to me.
For what?
Here, just come here. Come here.
I want to say something to you.
- What?
- Listen to me!
It's important. You got to make sure.
You look at his hands.
Okay.
His hands are a tell-tale sign, okay?
His hands will tell you if he did something.
What are you doing?
Where are you going?
Stay here with the girls. Stay here with the girls!
I'm not wasting any more time with this guy.
Everyone wants to keep him around, thinking,
"Oh, yeah, he'll turn around and be a good guy."
No, I don't think so.
I'm not gonna lay around waiting for him to come stab me in the back.
- She's been through a lot. - Yeah.
We're gonna look after you, okay?
Don't worry.
We don't know where Johnny is.
Carolina sort of-- she couldn't say much, but she said that she was-- they were fighting-- her and Johnny were fighting.
And then, now she looks like this, so Johnny should be probably fearing for his life right now because Sam and Neeko went after him.
Let's just keep moving.
Move. Move.
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The whole walking through the woods and hearing noises coming from places that, you know--
We stop and we look, and there's nothing there.
It's just this whole atmosphere that everything just feels like you're being watched, you know.
Whether, you know, whether you're in the woods or in the cabin, you always feel like something is watching you, and the past two nights,
I haven't slept very well, you know.
So I'm just-- you know, you're always looking over your shoulder.
You always think something's there, and, like, the whole thing with the sky now...
I don't know.
Well, he's obviously around here somewhere.
Yes.
You keep saying "he," "he."
Look how thick the brush is here.
If there's somebody around here, we'd see them.
We hear other things.
All of a sudden, something goes flying.
I think we should be talking more in the sense of "what."
I'll go see if the water's boiled.
Thank you.
I don't want to die.
I didn't ever expect that that would be a possibility on this show, and every day that I'm here,
I feel like I'm an idiot for staying, that I am gonna end up like Tommy.
I don't deal well with-- Abuse is not something that...
I can handle right now.
I'm scared.
And Johnny was already on the outs with the group for stealing food.
I just-- How could he do that to her?
It didn't make sense.
She's such a nice lady.
Johnny.
Hey. What did you do?
- Huh?
- What did you do to Carolina?
I don't know what you're talking about.
What do you mean you don't know what I'm talking about?
- What'd you do to her?
- I didn't--
She's all cut up and shit.
I don't-
- I don't know. I...
What's wrong with you?
I don't know. I just- - I kind of came to.
I was walking around, and...
I don't know. I was-
- I saw her.
You saw her where?
You got to tell me what happened.
We were in the woods, and...
I don't really-- I don't really remember.
I get approached by Daniel, and basically started accusing me of hurting Carolina.
I didn't know what to say.
What did you to do her? !
The last thing she remembers is getting in a fight with you, so you can't come back here and tell me that you didn't touch her!
I don't.
Then what happened to her?
I don't know.
That's not a very good answer right now, man.
I don't-- trust me.
Hey. You hear that?
At the camp.
Let's go.
I don't know.
Are you serious?
You don't know?
You're such a scumbag.
Oh, what?
So she just fell down and ended up that way?
Are you kidding me?
I was in a complete haze. I had no recollection.
I was like blacked out, like I drank too much.
He doesn't look like he knows what's going on.
I don't.
- Then what happened to her?
- I don't know.
I don't know.
You were together, weren't you?
- You said that. - Shit!
Neeko! Neeko!
Guys, he doesn't know!
- Motherfucker! - Come on! Stop it!
- Stop! Stop it! - Come on!
Stop it! Neeko, stop it! He didn't do it!
Carolina starts screaming, "It's not him.
He didn't do it."
Stop it!
What do you mean?
You said you don't remember.
You said you don't remember.
You're a dead man. You're a fucking dead man.
Listen. Listen. Hey, hey.
Calm down. Listen.
- What happened?
- I don't know.
Talk to me.
I don't know.
Johnny doesn't know anything?
He doesn't remember anything.
It was just her and him in the forest.
I know that. I know that.
I saw it in his eyes, okay?
All I remember is I talked to her.
We were arguing.
And then I-I came here, and I started getting accused, and I don't even know what the fuck is going on.
If we caught him in the woods, he would've been dead.
When I saw that look in his eyes,
I just felt that I needed to take a step back.
Remember the way she came into camp?
He's got the same look on his face.
Does she remember anything?
Show us your hands.
Oh, yeah. I've seen that before.
What's that from?
Nothing's making sense here.
And just to be angry and become a bunch of animals--
We can't go killing each other.
We're still human beings.
I don't like things that I can't explain and that I don't have at least some sort of control over.
The sky changing color and looking like fire-- the producers, the show can't do that.
We're talking supernatural stuff now.
Regardless of everything else, that's real, and that scared the hell out of me.
It seems like everybody at camp was convinced that I was the person that hurt her.
I've never hit a woman in my life.
I don't know why I would.
I don't remember anything, but...
I can't say that I didn't 'cause I don't--
I don't know what happened.
But I know in my heart I wouldn't do that.
I don't remember anything.
All I remember is that I was... with--
Went to get Johnny.
He was in the woods. I found him, and I...
It's all one big blur, like one big blackout.
I have all these marks on my body, and my shirt is broken, and I don't remember.
I don't understand.
So you're telling me this is real.
Yes.
It looks like it's native, handmade.
It looks like it's just a prop to me.
Well, if it's a prop, it's really well-made 'cause you see the barbs.
They're curved. That's exactly how it should look.
This is ox.
It's real ox.
And it's balanced for throwing.
It just looks perfect.
It's your choice to believe in it or not, but this is real, so...
I don't have to deal with lies in figuring out what is true, what is not.
I have to know the environment I'm in.
I have to know what's out there in order to protect myself and survive.
Look at this.
So, I found this symbol that is really strange.
It has four lines and little triangles on the ends.
Then I found another one and another one, and I realized it's a path.
I should follow them.
At the end, it was very close to the settlement.
I found the last one.
And I found this box. It was a metal box.
I opened it, and it was a book.
I didn't understand anything because it was in a different language.
I would assume it's Russian because it's cyrillic letters.
In the middle of me looking at it, somebody was watching at me.
It was a person. He's staring at me.
And he just disappeared in a second.
So there are people out there.
Hey.
I was just gonna try and make things better, and, like, apologize, and just wanted to let her know that I didn't, you know,
I didn't want to screw anything up or make anything awkward for her.
I guess I was in a weird mood, and I just want to apologize because I don't want to make you feel uncomfortable or anything, because I'm really glad you're--
When I realized what Annie's real feelings were for me,
I just thought...
"I'm sort of open to love in any form right now."
So I kissed her.
Which I kind of surprised myself at, to be honest.
Don't worry about it.
Hey.
Hey.
Can I have a seat?
How are you feeling?
I'm okay. You?
I wanted to go check on her to see how she was doing 'cause I knew she had scratches and stuff on her, and she was sure freaked out like I was.
Do you remember anything from last night?
No. I don't remember a thing.
I don't remember anything either.
But I know you didn't hurt me.
I would never hurt you.
♪ people in life, they will come and go ♪
♪ like the boats sailing by my door ♪
♪ you can be the ocean, you can be the shore ♪
♪ this mystery wind, she will always blow ♪
♪ don't worry, don't worry, dear, no more ♪
♪ and now your message in a bottle ♪
♪ is being tumbled in the beach flies ♪
♪ you can be the lilies in the fields ♪
♪ I'll be the fool ♪
♪ but don't worry, don't worry, dear, no more ♪
♪ trouble in life, it will come and go ♪
Can I ask you something, though?
Why'd you set me up?
With the shed and the food?
She couldn't even look me in the eye.
And I was like, "Well..."
I was like, "It tells me all I need to know,"
so I was like-- got the hell out of there.
Johnny.
Johnny.
Stop, please. Johnny, wait for me.
- Give me a break. Oh, my God. - Hey.
I know that. I know that.
- Johnny. - I know that.
You're an actress.
She said, like, this slogan.
Like, "I know that. I know that from somewhere."
And then it just-- the light bulb went off.
Yeah, that's like your slogan.
She's that actress from that show that--
I'm like, "That's how I know you."
I didn't want to do that.
I didn't want-
- I asked them.
You didn't want to do what?
I didn't want to burn it down. I didn't want to set you up.
They told me to.
Who's they?
The producers.
So you're-- you're helping the show?
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You're...
A...
Bitch.
- Did you... just swear? - That's right.
Relay it just like that.
Relay this message to the ghost that you see.
You must blame her a lot for leaving you behind all alone.
So, you liked her that much?
Enough to swear at her?
If I happen to see her again, I'll relay it to her.
I'll tell her that you still like her a lot.
Don't twist things around in your head. It's an insult just like how it sounds.
- 'You're a bitch.'
- I know.
She's a bad person.
A very bad person. That's what they all say when they miss someone very much.
No, that's not right.
If you're going to relay it to her like that... then just get lost, Ms.Tae.
But, it still makes me so happy to know that you believe me.
No, I don't believe you.
So, don't be happy.
I've been so lonely and scared all this time.
Meeting you was like a ray of sunshine.
You have no idea how reassuring it is to know that I have a place to escape to whenever I get scared.
That's not right either.
You're telling me that I'm your place of escape?
Go ahead and try knocking on my door. I will never open my door to you.
Please open it.
- No, I won't open.
Never.
- You're the only form of escape that I have. I'm just so scared.
Please open up for me.
Episode 3.
It's a designer brand.
What is this doing here?
Is there only one shoe?
I wonder if the lost and found department is still open.
Give it back.
Give it back.
- That was...
- I heard it, too.
Are you okay?
- Yes.
- What happened?
I tripped on something up there.
What's going on here?
Hi, Kang Woo. She said she fell down the stairs.
Can you try moving your foot?
It hurts a little.
I didn't see anything up there that you could've tripped on.
I'm positive that there was something up there.
The floor is slippery.
The floor is still waxy.
The cleaning team needs to re-clean the floors.
- Right now?
- Right now. Team Leader Kang Woo can take Deputy Ahn to the hospital.
Yes, I understand.
I guess we won't be able to go home together tonight.
I have to clean up around here, too. Please take her to the hospital safely.
Then, I'll see you at home.
Yes, I'll see you at home.
- Kang Woo and I live...
- Forget it. I'm not curious to know.
Deputy Ahn said that she has some files that she needs to get to the Vice President.
I think I need to go get them from her.
Go ahead. I can get myself home.
- Will you be alright?
- Of course.
That startled me.
What is this?
Have I never driven this car before?
Here I thought I was going to go home like the rest of the normal people.
It's a shoe.
It's so pretty.
I want to go on dates with men wearing shoes like these.
I wonder if the other shoe is around.
Sear...ch.
Home.
Okay, I got it.
I figured it out.
I figured it out. You did good.
You did good.
President Joo!
Please open the door!
- Please open the door!
- I'm not opening it.
- Get lost.
- President Joo!
What is it?
What is it that you're getting so worked up about?
Master.
This is huge!
Thank you.
What did you do with your other shoe?
And what's with the shoe in your hand?
The owner of this shoe is chasing after me.
The owner of this shoe... must be dead.
It seems that she died instantly at the moment of impact.
You think it was drunk driving?
She must've been pretty out of her mind... to drive with only one shoe on?
- Please pull your skirt down.
- Excuse me?
What are you doing?
Mind your own business and go away.
Please stop what you're doing. If you continue, I will have you arrested.
I know you.
How could you have manhandled me like that?
Anyone would agree that your behavior looked very suspicious.
This is my car.
I need to buy something, but my manager isn't around right now.
When I looked down from my hospital room.
I noticed that the sunroof was left open so I came down here to get some money.
That round container in there...
I have my money in there.
My money! That's what I was trying to get.
- That's what you need?
- Yeah.
- There's only 1,000 won in here. - Huh?
Really?
What is it that you need?
Two bottles of soju, one dried squid, and one dried cuttlefish.
Did I get it right?
You even had the squid grilled?
How very sensible of you.
If you can handle drinking two bottles of soju by yourself... why are you staying at the hospital?
Fine, I'm faking it.
I'm doing it because I was stuck in a jam, and I had no other choice.
Why? - Are you going to tell the reporters?
- No.
I understand that you were stuck in a jam.
Are you pitying me right now?
If you're pitying me because I was left at the altar, then don't do it.
Aren't you doing all this so that you could gain people's pity?
Just tell me what your number is. I'll send you the money for this.
No, forget it.
I hope that the soju will be a better remedy for you than your hospital stay.
Did he just refuse my offer to exchange numbers?
How nonsensical.
- Are you Choi Yoon Hee's husband?
- Yes.
Is that my wife?
I'm sorry, but she didn't make it.
Yoon Hee!
Are you sure that the woman who died is in there right now?
Yes. Should we go?
You.
Are you really going to go in there like that?
I don't have my other shoe.
It's actually rather cushy and comfortable because there are still some tissues left in there.
I'm not talking about your sense of action, but I'm talking about how you look.
Aren't you even embarrassed?
No, it's okay.
There was a time when I got so scared at the bathhouse that I just ran out of there and had to go home wearing a cardboard box.
So, something like this doesn't embarrass me at all.
Let's go.
You.
If the owner of that shoe isn't in there you're going to admit yourself in this hospital with that tissue box on your foot.
I really don't like coming here unless I absolutely have to.
Where are you saying the owner of that shoe is?
There.
Now that you've seen with your own eyes, do you believe me?
Imagine how scared I am all the time? I'm telling you that ghosts really do exist. Doesn't that scare you?
No, I'm not scared.
What does it matter when I don't see them myself?
I don't use my imagination on useless stuff.
I'm telling you!
She chased after me like this!
- Don't do that.
- Don't do what?
- She appeared out of nowhere like this!
- Don't do that.
Okay, fine. I bet it's scary for you.
But when I hold onto you like this... I don't see them anymore.
Can you now understand why I'm always hanging onto you?
Joong Won doesn't let just anyone get close to him.
He's calculating the feasibility and the fit of the type of women that he wants to be with and he won't relegate himself to spend his time with anyone he doesn't deem worthy.
And just like anything else he does with his life and business... he's rather picky.
So, what you're telling me is... that you don't think that he's distancing himself away from women because of Hee Joo?
In other words, it means that he has yet to meet a woman who'll be beneficial to his business?
Since he has a calculator for a brain, I'm sure he'll make the right choice.
But there are those rare people who just can't be figured out with normal calculations.
It's not because of your money... or your good looks.
It's because I can see ghosts.
I'm not a candy girl who's out to seduce you.
Are you a Christian?
Sixth sense, or intuition. Are you telling me you have that?
Yes, it's unexpected, isn't it?
I thought you were some gold digger, but it's just your intuition?
If the reason why you stick yourself to me is because of those ghosts...
I mean, those beings... then what's the reason for those being hanging onto you like that?
They come to ask me to do things for them.
They're not like living people... who can formally explains their situations and asks you for your help.
They always show up out of nowhere to tell me what they want me to know and they keep coming around me until I do what they want me to do and torment me to the point where I can't even get any sleep.
What is it that the owner of that shoe wants from you?
She wants me to give this shoe to her husband.
She told me to tell him that she'll be watching over him.
That man probably is the shoe owner's husband, right?
I know that guy.
He's one of the shop owners at Kingdom.
Really?
Then she must've lost her shoe when she came to see her husband.
This must be very special to him.
She's dead. I'm telling you, she's dead.
This truly is a miracle.
She took it upon herself and died.
The way her husband was smiling was even scarier than the ghost herself.
When I got so scared earlier and ran away... I forgot to take one of my shoes in my haste to run away from the ghost.
That's what it must've been like for her.
What do you think it was that she saw... when she left her shoe and ran away?
I don't use my imagination on useless things.
I have a feeling that she saw something that made her very angry and upset.
She's dead. I'm telling you, she's dead.
This truly is a miracle.
She took it upon herself and died.
If I told him that his dead wife was watching over him... then I bet he wouldn't be laughing like that, right?
Let's go.
Okay, good luck with that.
Go find out what injustice he did to her, and get revenge for her, too.
Where are you going?
You have to come with me.
- Why would I?
- I can't go back there without you.
I'm scared of her. I don't know what other ghosts may come up to me.
- I need you. - Ah.
I'm your special shield, isn't that right?
You said that you can't see them when you're touching me, right?
You said you want to run to me and cling onto me when you're scared.
But by any chance... do they ever give you any useful information?
Like what the stock market is going to be like in the morning or where I can dig to find all the oil... or where are all the countless numbers of lost treasure chests buried at?
And if nothing else, do they tell you what the next lottery winning numbers will be?
Then, I don't need you.
Your intuition that only sees and hears useless things holds no value to me. Zero.
But, let me give you one piece of advice based on what I've seen and heard here.
Because you go around doing what you do, in other people's eyes... You're just a crazy woman walking around with that tissue box on your foot. Someone who doesn't even know how to be embarrassed.
Get your head on straight... and just worry about yourself.
President Joo... you know that I'm not crazy.
- You saw it for yourself and believe me.
- No. I'm only going to see what I want to see, and believe only in what I want to believe in.
I'm just going to see you as a crazy woman, and I'm not going to believe anything you say.
Seriously!
Do you know what's going to happen with the stocks tomorrow?
Can you even tell me what the winning lottery numbers are?
You can't even tell me anything.
Why don't you let me know some of these things before you ask me for my help?
2,000 won?
Again?
What's this?
I did have the shoes.
It is sturdy.
Nice and cushy, too. They don't seem bad to wear.
What is this?
It fell apart.
It fell apart!
What do I do? All the tissues are falling out.
Tae Gong Shil.
Kang Woo.
What are you doing here?
I'm on my way home after dropping Deputy Ahn off at the hospital.
I was at the hospital, too.
Is she... okay?
Yes.
- What's that?
I lost my shoe.
I look like a crazy person walking around like this, don't I?
Wearing a tissue box to protect your foot is a proof that you're a quick thinker.
Right?
I wore it because I had to. I'm not wearing it because I'm crazy.
But it's falling apart, and I don't know what to do. What do I do?
I think that tissue box is dead now after having completed its mission.
I think we need to call in some reinforcements.
I see a taxi heading this way. Why don't we share it?
My defense line is wounded, but I found myself some new reinforcements.
No, nothing.
You're diverting from your path.
I know.
Be quiet.
I shouldn't have seen those.
But... did she sprint home with the tissue box on her foot?
Where did she go?
You're diverting from your path.
I got it. I'm just going to go on my own.
Turn right.
What is this?
Right turn again?
Then it wasn't the right place earlier?
Your wife was driving with only one shoe on her foot. I thought she was drunk driving, but she wasn't.
- Is there a problem?
- No. I just thought that it was weird that she was driving while wearing only one shoe.
Kim.
Is he saying that something bad happened to my daughter which caused the accident?
Please calm down, Mother-in-law.
I'm sure she must've lost her other shoe somewhere.
I'll look for it.
Did you look for the shoe?
You didn't find it?
Okay.
Thanks for bringing me back home.
If you're thankful, would it be okay for me to ask you something?
What is it?
The special person at Kingdom Enterprises that you spoke of the last time... is it President Joo Joong Won?
Yes.
Is he also the reason why you started working at Kingdom?
Well... yes.
I saw that he came all the way here to visit you the other day.
Do you two have a special relationship?
I wanted to know if it's okay for us to be coming home together like this.
We wouldn't be able to do that if you're his special woman.
I'm not that kind of a special woman.
To President Joo...
I'm just... a crazy woman.
Then, let's continue to go home together like this.
Thanks for everything today.
Who is that man?
He's the Team Leader of the security team at Kingdom Enterprises?
- And he lives in Room 404?
- Yeah.
Does that man... know about your mental state?
If he knew, I doubt he'd suggest going home together after work.
Gong Shil.
The reason you're like this... may be because you lack energy.
Why don't you get closer to that guy and charge up some of your energy?
My energy?
You see it all the time in period dramas.
When a righteous woman sleeps with a man she is said to have dirtied her energy, and kicked out of her household.
The fact that you see those things... could be a sign of weak energy.
Who knows? Maybe if you receive some of a man's energy, things might get better?
Maybe you're right?
I wonder if that man is special to me because he has really strong energy?
That man? Who would that be?
- There's just someone.
- Whoever it is, just let him give it to you.
Suck him of his energy, okay?
How am I to do that when he won't even let me touch him?
Let's suck on 404's energy for now.
Hurry up and go to sleep.
You have to get to work in the morning so that you can come home with him tomorrow.
I can't go to sleep. What if I fall too deep in sleep and have it taken from me like the last time?
Is... something in here right now?
Our summer revenue figures are doing great.
Kingdom is really climbing up.
Giant Mall will be opening soon. We need to come up with a plan of attack to make sure that they don't defeat us.
This store has the third highest revenue volume in this place.
Hello.
The revenue in this shop isn't all that great.
Let's just keep going.
This store has the highest revenue volume.
- President Joo.
- Hello, thank you for all your hard work.
If there's anything that you ever need, please don't hesitate to ask me.
- Yes.
- But please keep up your great work. Thank you so much.
That poster was made when we thought Yi Ryung was going to marry the soccer player.
Do you think it's still okay to be hanging that up now that the wedding is off?
Look at how fierce it looks.
That poster is going to be a great piece of advertisement.
I don't think that Tae Yi Ryung is going to like this.
We've already paid her for the modeling fee.
Even if she doesn't like it... what can she do about it?
I like it.
She said this was the place.
The owner of this shop's wife died in an accident a few days ago.
Yes, I know.
This shop is our fourth highest revenue grossing store.
I think that Giant Mall has approached him about opening up a store at their mall but I doubt he'll make his move over there since he signed a contract with me.
I've seen something that makes it difficult for me to trust him.
Look into him some more.
Look into it.
That shop owner's wife... did you hear that she died last week?
I heard that he was so devoted to his wife.
That's too bad.
I've seen that couple, too.
I saw that couple here on a date... and they were planning on taking a hiking trip somewhere on their day off.
The husband seemed so kind.
The wife is extremely rich. She even opened up that shop for him, so of course he should be nice to her.
I heard that his mother-in-law is even richer.
I heard that she owns a few buildings in Gangnam. Then let's think about this.
Her one and only daughter is dead... and the only person she has left is her son-in-law. Then all her money will go to...
He's hit the jackpot.
- Awesome. - He's hit the mother load.
Anyways, he's a nice man who was really good to his wife.
So, I guess he deserves the money.
- Gong Shil.
- Gong Ri... If I'm the only person who says he's bad when everyone else thinks he's a good person... then no one would believe me, right?
Did you... did you see something again?
No.
Gong Shil.
Let's stay here for a while and try to make a life here.
You have to do well so that you can continue to go home with that man.
And you can receive his energy, too.
Okay.
I'm sorry, Gong Ri. I'm going to get going.
Bye.
I always feel like there's something lurking whenever Gong Shil stops by.
Is... someone there?
Go away.
- Go, go away.
- By any chance... is that woman your little sister?
Yes, she is.
Why do you ask?
It's just that I... want to become friends with her.
Let me help you clean this up.
Doesn't he have any sympathy?
How could he have hung these up when she had to be admitted in the hospital?
Let's go protest this right now.
- This is it?
- What in the world is this?
It's not bad.
Rather than getting pitied while dressed in hospital gowns... being seen dressed like this while kicking that ball seems to suit me better.
Are you really... okay with this?
I like it.
Since we're already here... should we find out who the woman that ruined my wedding was?
Tae Gong Shil?
Why?
Is she someone you know?
No, it can't be her.
Um...
Yes?
- Are you doing okay?
- Yes. I can't take a day off of work over a small injury like this.
Um...
You said you tripped on something when you fell down the stairs the other night?
By any chance... did you see this shoe when you fell the other night?
That's the same shoe that I picked up in the hallway that night.
Where did you picked it up from?
My Yoon Hee!
So... did you come from that way?
No?
That way?
So, you fell down like this when the shoe came off?
She... told me that the shoe was found right here.
This is very close to her husband's shop.
That's where the shoe was?
Then that's just garbage.
And you're the cleaning crew. Throwing trash away in the trash can is part of your job.
You know that this isn't trash.
You know exactly what I'm trying to do here.
No, I don't know.
In my eyes... you're an employee at the risk of getting fired for your strange behaviors.
And for being lazy enough to sprawl yourself on the ground like this.
Those shoes.
Don't they look like the same pair of shoes as this one to you?
Right?
So what?
Even if I keep denying it and say that I don't want to know...
I can't just ignore it when I see it.
That's just how I am.
Again... again... again!
I just saw something that I shouldn't have seen.
Honey, do you have to go hiking with your wife again on your next day off?
I have to keep going with her so that no one will suspect me when she has an accident.
Does your wife like to go hiking?
Yeah, she likes it.
Since she has no idea that she's looking around for her death spot.
Honey!
Yoon Hee!
Yoon Hee.
Hear me out.
Honey.
So, you're wearing those shoes out in the open now?
Your wife is dead.
I haven't been able to wear them... because I was afraid of getting caught wearing the same shoes.
But there's no risk of that happening now. Be careful.
Once that old lady is dead... who do you think is going to get all this?
She still looks perfectly healthy.
Who knows when she'll die? She's not doing so well since the death of her daughter.
It'll be soon enough.
We've got the luck on our side.
Giant Mall is eyeing all our high revenue grossing stores for their own.
We have to protect our stores.
You went around and met with everyone today.
My mouth feels like it's about to rip from all the smiling that I had to do.
But it was important for you to go see them since they produce all that revenue for us.
I don't know if my mouth feels like it's going to rip from all the useless things I've seen.
The woman that Tae Gong Shil went after earlier is the employee at the Dahlia shop.
I heard that the owner of that shop recently lost his wife and has sunken into despair.
It worries me that Ms.Tae may do something wrong.
Mother-in-law. What are you doing here?
You should be at home resting. Yoon Hee's no longer around to take care of you now.
So, I brought you some food for you to eat.
Mother. It's only the two of us now. We need to lean on each other.
Would you like to go hiking around the mountains just like how Yoon Hee and I used to go to together?
- That's...
- She wants me to give you this shoe. This belonged to your late wife.
This belonged... to my Yoon Hee?
She came here right before she got into that accident. She came here to see her husband... and she ended up seeing the awful things that her husband was doing.
She was so shocked and flustered that she lost her shoe along the way.
Ji Sung... What is she talking about?
You're saying that my wife came here?
No, she didn't. And that shoe didn't belong to my wife.
Don't lie.
I have no idea what she's talking about.
Mother-in-law... I already found Yoon Hee's shoe.
What?
The police brought it to me and told me that they found it at the scene of the accident.
This is my wife's shoe.
No, it's not. That shoe belongs to another woman.
And that woman is in here right now.
Who are you?
What is it that you're after?
Why are you doing this to us? She told me that she would be watching over you.
She told me that she has to protect you. He's a bad man.
Look here. Why are you doing this to us?
It hasn't even been a week... since my wife died.
I wish I could follow her in her death.
I can't even follow her in her death because I have to go on living. So, why in the world are you doing this to us?
Could you still say the same thing if your wife was here watching over you right now?
If my wife was watching, then she'd know.
Just how much I loved her... and how I'm suffering without her right now.
She'd know all that.
That's a lie. - Those tears are a lie!
- Lady, what are you doing!
- Have you lost your mind?
- I saw everything! I saw you laughing at the hospital!
- And I can see that you're lying!
- You need to get out of here!
- Aren't you even sorry?
- Please leave! Ma'am! That man is a bad person!
- Your daughter wants to protect you!
- Get out of here!
Team Leader. The woman causing trouble at Dahlia shop is a member of the cleanup crew by the name of Tae Gong Shil.
Tae Gong Shil?
- That man is lying! He's a bad person! - What are you doing?
- You need to get out of here!
- Ma'am! Wait, that woman...
- He's a bad man!
- Please stop this!
- Let go of me! - It really was Tae Gong Shil.
The 'Big Sun' who everyone said was prettier and smarter than you?
I heard that she's gotten really weird, and I guess the rumor was true.
She's completely ruined.
- That grandmother is in danger! - This woman is crazy!
Excuse me. You're a security guard, right? Get this woman out of here.
Is she crazy?
Did you see what she did in there earlier?
Let's go, Mother.
Tae Gong Shil.
Why are you sitting down there like some crazy person?
Get up.
I said, get up.
Did you find the owner of that shoe?
Yes.
Over there. I did find her.
But he's lying and telling everyone that the shoe doesn't belong to his wife.
it's not a lie.
This is my late wife's shoe.
That woman is talking some absurd and crazy gibberish!
Then we'll just see if this woman is crazy, or if you're the one lying.
This is the shoe that your wife was wearing when she died.
I picked it out of the trash after you threw it away at the hospital.
- The size of the shoes doesn't match.
- Oh my goodness, you're right.
Your shoe... doesn't match.
These... are a perfect match.
You're telling me that these are Yoon Hee's shoes?
Then... what was the shoe that you had?
- Bring that woman out here.
Oh my goodness, look at her shoe!
The shoe that you lied about to keep the truth hidden... is right over there.
You... deceived... both Yoon Hee and I?
Are you okay?
She said she's going to continue to watch over you and see you again in your death.
Just like you did to her.
Do you think that my Yoon Hee... is watching right now?
Yes.
The president of this place is pretty decent. To stick himself out there to take his employee's side like that.
That's how normally President Joo Joong Won behaves.
I'm Tae Yi Ryung! Let go of me.
Let go of me.
I'm Tae Yi Ryung.
I was trying to defend myself because you grabbed me so suddenly. You did the same thing the last time. I guess you're always on guard.
Is this where you work?
Kang Woo?
Your name's Kang Woo?
Yes, that's correct.
I'm glad I ran into you.
- With what happened the other day... - I'm working so I have to get going.
- Someone you know?
- Did he just diss me?
- What happened?
- Master came and took care of everything.
- The president himself?
I'm positive that Ms.Tae is the master's secret girlfriend.
- I'm sure of what I saw.
- I guess you're right. But you don't think I grabbed her too hard earlier, do you?
I don't want to upset her.
You told me that you weren't going to believe anything and just going to ignore me. But I'm really grateful for the help you gave me.
There's no need for you to thank me. All I did was get my own revenge.
It wasn't just his own wife... but that man betrayed my Kingdom as well.
He went against his contract and signed a contract with Giant as well. The bastard.
All I did was get my revenge on him for his betrayal.
Was that why you watched over him at the hospital? Because of your own suspicions?
All I did was see something I shouldn't have because I went down the wrong path.
What is this?
I'm back at the hospital.
Let's just go home now, okay?
I went and retrieved it because I went down the wrong path and saw what he did.
Sometimes people find the most unexpected things along their path.
There are times when they find themselves in an unexpected place during their travels.
They think of it as unexpected luck, or even perhaps a sign of misfortune.
But they're not... all just coincidences.
You're telling me that it wasn't a coincidence that I got lost?
It was a right turn.
- Right turn.
- What is this? Another right turn?
Then that place earlier wasn't it?
Stop right there. Don't tell me any more useless things.
President Joo.
I've been giving it some thought.
And I think I've figured out a way to make myself very special to you.
You say you're going to make yourself special to me?
Why?
Are you going to tell me the winning lottery numbers?
Cha Hee Joo.
She's a very special person to you, isn't she?
I... can see Cha Hee Joo.
That's right.
You told me that Hee Joo is around me?
So, if you continue to stay around me... then I guess you may get to see her again?
Yes.
If I can see Cha Hee Joo again... then I'll become special to you, right?
If I see her again... I'll make sure to tell her.
Thank you.
See...
Hee Joo again?
Is there... anything that you realized after this incident?
What about me?
Even if the first thing you noticed about me was my money... it doesn't really matter to me.
Honey. All you need to do is make sure that you always keep your eyes on me.
Even though beauty fades over time, and perky breasts will come to sag... but my money will never dry up.
So... just remain loyal and faithful as you were to me in the beginning and don't look at anyone else.
That's enough to satisfy me.
I'll never... change the love I have for you.
I see only you.
Okay.
If I see that you're turning away from me even in the least...
I won't show you any mercy. I will just get rid of you.
That will never happen.
Never.
Hello.
Here, why don't you drink this?
Our security team is going out to dinner tonight.
Why don't you come join us?
Dinner out?
Where you toast your drinks, and go sing at the karaoke bars?
Yes, of course.
I do want to go, but I...
If it's the security team, will Team Leader Kang Woo be there as well?
Yes. Gong Shil, let's go.
Let's go and receive some of that energy.
Gong Ri, you know I can't drink.
There's going to trouble if I lose grip on my mentality. You can skip the drinking, and just have snacks.
Sure. Then you're coming, okay?
I don't mean anything else by it, but I just want us to be friends.
I'm serious. Come on, let's go.
Let's go.
Cheers!
The atmosphere seems so much livelier with you here. What do you think of me, Gong Shil?
What do you think of my style?
Are you trying to flirt with her?
Settings like this depends heavily on the compatibility between the men and women here.
How about I take this opportunity to make you a frequent fliers card? If you come to three outings, you get a free meal.
If you come five times, you get a free night of drinking on us.
And if you come ten times... blind date?
Since Ms.Tae Gong Shil can't drink, how about a soda for you instead?
Here, why don't you have a soda?
Non-alcoholic.
- Everyone grab a drink, and cheers!
Hey, Gong Shil. You look tired.
Why don't you go relax over there?
Come on, get up.
Can you scoot over a little?
Here, lean back and relax.
I wonder if I'm just tired.
Why does my head hurt so badly?
Are you okay?
Yes.
I'm having a great time.
It's been a really long time since I've been out with other people like this.
Are you not feeling well?
- Could it be that you're drunk?
- I didn't have anything to drink. I'm too scared to drink. Because I become a whole different person when I get drunk.
Most other people gets that way when they're drunk.
But I really do... become a whole different person.
Cha Hee Joo.
What you said about you liking me because I come from a rich family... did you mean it?
Are you... hesitating right now?
That's pretty offensive. I just pretended to think about it so that you don't feel offended.
If I admit it right away... then it would only hurt you.
Joo Joong Won, are you angry?
I know that you'll stop being mad at me if I call out your name three times.
Joo Joong One.
Joo Joong Two.
Joo Joong Three.
It's not the least bit funny.
Even though you may not find it funny, you're no longer mad at me, right?
Bitch.
It's that woman.
I told him that I'd get him to meet her again.
That woman I reported to you about the last time does seem to have a special relationship with President Joo.
I will continue to watch her and see if she has anything to do with Cha Hee Joo.
And what else she may know.
Tae Gong Shil?
Why are you here?
How did you find out where I live?
You hitched a ride in my car, and came into my Kingdom and now you dare to ring the doorbell to my house?
Didn't I warn you? Did I not tell you to stop?
Joong Won.
Joong Won?
You've completely lost your mind.
- You're mad at me, aren't you?
I am mad at you. You're fired. Don't ever show yourself in front of me again.
Get lost.
Will you stop being mad at me if I call out your name three times?
Joo Joong One.
Joo Joong Two.
Joo Joong Three.
That's not the least bit funny.
You.
What are you?
It's me.
The bitch you hate.
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Thank you.
Sorry, I have to keep holding on to feel calm.
Let's go.
- Is this far enough?
- Yes.
Is this far enough?
I don't think a ghost followed me.
There aren't any.
Then why are you still holding on?
My hand just keeps going towards your body.
I'm not an object that you can touch however you please.
Of course.
You're a very expensive man.
I thought you wouldn't let me touch you because you were mad.
Thank you so much for helping me.
I'm valued at a very high cost.
So be careful.
That's right. I'm just someone valuable who sees ghosts.
You're valued high for now, but if you go overboard, your value goes down.
Then there will be serious consequences.
Yes, I'm sorry.
I was just trying to make you feel comfortable.
Don't bother.
All I need is your sixth sense to get in touch with Hee Joo.
I understand.
I went overboard.
I'll just focus on using my sixth sense, nothing else.
You'll start work tomorrow. I've found you a position.
Really?
I've always gotten fired because of the ghosts.
I never thought I'd find work again.
Thank you, President Joo.
I'll work really hard to look out for ghosts from now on.
I'll be here to protect you so do all that you can.
Yes, I'll do well.
But the salary... will you really deduct from my pay if I touch you?
Holding hands is 100,000 won.
Hugging is 1,000,000 won.
I took it all out from your salary.
Wait, I think that's too much.
100,000 won.
I won't touch you so carelessly.
I'm warning you to be careful.
If you keep touching me, you'll never see your salary.
You should only touch me when absolutely necessary. Calculate well.
I understand.
So expensive...
Doesn't matter if you're uncomfortable.
The truth is, you need me.
No matter how expensive my body can protect you.
But if you put it that way, you need me, too.
I'm the only one who can connect you with Cha Hee Joo.
That's right. I do need you.
That's right.
You feel like you'd die without me, right?
Without you...
I'd feel inconvenienced.
- Then hear me out...
- Get lost.
President, you were joking about the salary, right?
If I were kidding, you would be laughing.
100,000 won.
Not even worth a bottle of champagne.
1,000,000 won.
I hugged her for not even the price of a refrigerator.
I was too cheap.
Was President Joo here?
He was so cool before.
Hey, come to your senses.
He didn't hug you because he liked you.
He was making the ghosts go away.
If you keep thinking like this, it'll get dangerous.
Well, I guess it's possible for two people to feel nervous around each other.
You see ghosts, but that doesn't mean you are one.
Okay. Today, I'll hug you a lot.
1,000,000 won!
2,000,000 won!
I love you.
Hey ghost, go away.
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Episode 5
We found the perfect wife for your grandson.
How old is she?
Is she about Ji Woo's age?
She's the same age as Ji Woo.
And she died at the same age as Ji Woo.
I prepared these for Ji Woo's wedding.
I checked both their histories and picked a date for the wedding.
I can feel that Ji Woo's soul is near.
If we can find a suitable match for him, he can leave peacefully.
Ji Woo.
If Grandma does this for you, will it make things easier?
It seems your grandson does not approve of the lady.
I'll come back once I find someone more suitable for Ji Woo.
Kang Woo!
They delivered milk!
Are you going to have one?
- You guys can have it.
- Thanks.
Kang Woo, that lady got a job at the same place you work.
She just left.
A job?
She says she doesn't think she'll get fired this time.
You should protect her.
She says that scary people follow her around and bother her.
What kind of people?
You'll know when you see her later.
Be brave and don't run away.
Protect Gong Shil.
You said you like her.
I like her, but she doesn't like me.
Keep on drinking.
If we're brave and don't run away, we can keep drinking the milk.
Drink.
Go away. Stop following me!
Let me live! Stop bothering me!
What?
Who is it?
- Did he go this way?
- Oh, no...
I'll buy you coffee. Come back later.
Kang Woo!
Kang Woo...
Kang Woo...
I think I lost him. Who was it?
Was it a thief?
It's not a big deal. Don't worry about it.
Seung Mo said there was someone who kept following you around.
Well, it's sort of true...
I did think something was strange.
You always seemed uncomfortable and were wandering around.
That's why you take the long way back home, right?
Gong Shil, by any chance... are you in debt?
Are the people following you around loan sharks?
No.
Then what is it?
Well... the things that are following me around... are ghosts.
There's one right next to you now.
Kang Woo!
What's bothering you?
He's ... a ghost... a ghost-like stalker.
Stalker?
He keeps following me around and bothering me.
Have you reported him?
Should we go to the police station?
No, I don't want to go to the police.
I found a way to live with it. You really don't have to worry.
Then should I help you out?
I know how to get rid of stalkers.
Are you saying you'll be my bodyguard?
I'm grateful for the offer, but you won't be able to do it.
I'm pretty good though.
I won't charge you.
Then... can I depend on you?
It's Ms. Tae.
Looks like Kang Woo is with her.
The sun is shining bright for her first day of work.
The sun is too bright. It's giving me an annoying fever.
President Joo gave you a job. I guess he doesn't think you're crazy.
He trusted me with a very important job.
Are you helping him with something personal?
What kind of work?
Well the thing is...
So...
It's President Joo's car. I'm late. I have to go!
Hello, President Joo.
Tae Gong Shil. You're as fast as a ghost.
Of course, I have to get to work before you. Since I am your secretary...
Secretary?
Who?
You?
According to who?
Did Mr. Kim say so?
I didn't say anything to her.
Aren't I working here as your secretary?
This is not where you'll be.
Then where will I be?
This is the place.
But this is a storage room.
This was a room for the VIP members, but there isn't any use for it anymore.
So, now we use it as storage.
What will be my responsibilities?
Ms. Tae seems disappointed since it wasn't what she expected.
Really?
But it suits her just fine.
'Advisor for Special Customer Services'.
How can I advise any customers here?
Why is my first customer a ghost?
I said I'd get you coffee!
Do you know that woman?
She's Chinese, and she's renowned for her matchmaking skills.
She only arranges marriages for the wealthy dead.
Dead people?
Marriages for the dead spirits.
If there is a dead child in the family, she'll find a worthy match and arrange the marriage.
She's a ghost matchmaker. They call her 'Madam Go'.
Wealthy families sure do strange things.
I hear you got a room for Bang Shil.
Where is it?
We got her an office, not a room.
And it's Gong Shil, not Bang Shil.
I love you.
Center for special customer services?
There's such a department at Kingdom?
There is.
The room is hard to find, but it kind of looks like a garage.
Anyway, good for you.
It'll be bad if weird things visit you there.
It's already here.
It is?
One for you...
One for him...
I think he's addicted to the coffee here. He keeps following me.
He's my first customer.
If he's your customer, take him to your center for coffee.
He likes it here.
I'll go now. You should visit.
Hey!
Now what?
Hey, why do you ask for coffee and never tell me how you died?
Tell me. How did someone as young as you die?
Tell me.
Someone who has one foot in the spirit world.
This lady will do.
I spoke with the president of Giant Mall yesterday.
I'm guessing you weren't just exchanging greetings.
We also exchanged information.
The president of Giant Mall has a lot of business leverage.
He's thinking of partnering with Mrs. Wang for the Shanghai distribution.
Mrs. Wang of the Shanghai distribution?
I heard she gave up on business after her grandson died.
The president of Giant Mall is making an empty partnership.
Is he trying to build a lie?
But still, it would be worth looking into.
Mrs. Wang could be Kingdom's VIP member.
Oh, about the Center for Special Customer Services that you set up...
Someone had paid her a visit already.
Just letting you know. Not bad, right?
Your aunt stopped by to ask me for a favor.
Work?
She said to go visit Chairman Wang.
Chairman Wang, I heard her grandson died not long ago.
What if you see him there?
Do you think so?
Then, I don't think I can go.
No, if you see him there, go meet him.
What?
Ask him about his grandmother's business plans.
Ask him if she has any plans to join Giant.
But I'm scared.
Is President Wang an important person?
Very important.
Ask her no matter what.
Since she's important to you, I'll go.
But I won't be able to sleep if I see something scary...
You have me to protect you.
Do well. If you're scared, I'll hold you.
Madam. This is the lady.
Can you please change into these clothes?
You want me to wear this?
It's a favor.
I'm not mentioning that girl because it's better than hanging onto Hee Joo.
She seems a bit lacking, but she seems pretty normal.
She's definitely not normal.
She's doing work I've asked her to do, so please don't give her extra assignments.
I didn't give her extra work.
Madam Go asked for her particularly, which is why I sent her.
Madam Go?
She's the woman who arranges spirit marriages for those who've passed.
Seeing that she's taking her to Mrs. Wang, the rumors must be true.
What rumor?
I hear she's on the lookout for a wife to pair up with her dead grandson.
This is amusing. Ghost rumors.
But why would she insist on taking Bang Shil with her?
President Joo.
I was a bit scared, but now that you've called, I feel better.
Are you okay?
What did you see there?
Oh... her dead grandson.
I think he's inside this house.
I saw his portrait, and he was very young and handsome.
His grandmother is sad he spent all his time in the house sick.
He never go to be in love.
What are you doing there?
They asked me to put on some clothes, so I tried it on.
Clothes?
Why'd they ask you to do that?
I don't know. It's a very pretty dress, the kind you see in movies.
They mentioned it was a Chinese cheongsam for weddings.
A what?
Why would you wear that?
Take it off and get out of there.
Why?
Get out. Right now!
But you said it was important.
I'll see what I can do before I leave.
Tae Gong Shil. Tae Gong Shil!
Whatever. She's not a real employee anyway.
Since it's important to you, I'll go.
She should get out if she's afraid of ghosts.
Why is she doing everything I ask her to do?
Whatever. Whatever!
I think it was here.
Is this the dead grandson's room?
It's locked.
Please open! Please open!
Please spend the night in this room.
Who are you?
Please open the door!
Even though you're not dead, you'll be able to do it.
So, that he can be at peace, please stay here with him.
Ma'am, we have a visitor.
What are you doing here President Joo?
I'm here for my employee who came to make a delivery.
Where is she?
Do presidents come directly to look for their employees?
If she was just any employee, you wouldn't have especially requested for her.
I invited her here to ask her for a favor.
I'll take good care of her, so please go on ahead.
Who is she with?
Is it your dead grandson?
It's something important to me. Get out!
She's an important employee. I'll stick around.
- Where is she?
- What?
I said where is she?
Open it.
I said open it.
Open it.
Open it for him.
You'll regret it if you open it.
Your financial advisor paid me a visit.
I can join forces with you.
It's all in your hands. What are you going to do?
- Then I will...
- President Joo...
Go back in.
I'm here.
President Joo, you're here.
She opened the door.
I didn't.
It's all ruined, Ma'am.
Ma'am, your grandson has a message for you.
My Ji Woo?
I'll just say it verbatim.
Grandma, are you senile?
Just stop it!
And tell that lady to get lost. She makes me want to puke!
It's my Ji Woo.
We have to take measures of precaution before Joong Won falls for Bang Shil.
I'm thinking of slowly pairing him up with a better woman.
Who?
There's someone.
Explode like the fire from the propane!
Raise it. Raise it up.
As if you're the fireworks.
Passionately.
Like it's consuming your body.
Raise your dress up. Raise it up!
- Raise it up?
- Way up!
Stretch it up!
- I'm not doing this.
Wait a minute.
Let Yi Ryung drink some water.
- How much left.
- Just one more scene.
What?
My arm is about to fall off.
I'm only going to hold the lid.
Miss Yi Ryung.
The original concept was a wedding, since my wedding was called off, we had to changed it.
You have a lot of issues now that you're wedding is canceled.
If only your friend had not interfere with your marriage.
My friend?
Didn't I tell you?
I meant to tell you.
The lady who got your wedding called off was your high school friend.
She works at Kingdom now.
Is it Tae Gong Shil by any chance?
So, it was Tae Gong Shil?
A business deal fell through. Then someone in the family got sick.
All the misfortune was blamed on Ji Woo.
The business didn't do well because of the global economic crisis.
Everyone has a sick person in the family.
How did it become all about ghosts?
Because of... that.
It's because of that.
It's been 100 days since Ji Woo passed, but the flowers are still fresh.
As time passed, everyone began to fear this fact.
He's waiting for someone he likes.
That never even crossed my mind.
He was sick since he was a child.
He had no friends because he was always in the hospital and this house.
He also had a temper, so no one got close to him.
This is too hot!
He was always a sensitive child. And it was hard for others to connect with him.
That child... had this girl that he liked.
I want to meet her for once as well.
You will be able to meet her.
Right?
I don't know. I only know this kind of person.
My employee will visit here back and forth and find out about it by talking a lot with your grandson.
Didn't you say she's an important employee so you have to take her with you?
Not at all.
The only thing important to me is you, Ma'am.
Anyways, I will say it again I did not open the door.
How much are you looking into the investment in China?
Well... I will need definite details from Kingdom.
Then, I will consider it.
Our team will...
Miss!
I think my employee saw something. Excuse me... who is the person that came here just now?
The kid who came to deliver milk?
Was the milk delivery kid close with the grandson here?
I didn't know who he was...
Oh, the boy who delivered last time... spoke a lot with the young master, and they also played games together.
Did you find out who it is?
I think so.
Who is the woman that this family's grandson waited for day and night?
It's... not a girl...
It's a guy.
I think he's waiting for the milkman.
A guy?
Miss?
- Did you figure something out?
- Yes, well...
No, Ma'am. She says she still doesn't know.
We will come back tomorrow.
Let's go.
President Joo.
How can you just leave?
She's waiting, shouldn't we let her meet him?
Are you telling me to drop a bomb on that grandma's face who's expecting to see her grandson's beautiful first love?
No, I'm not trying to find the ghost's first love.
The important thing is to make that grandma feel happy.
So, what are you going to do?
The first love... with the eyes of a pretty nurse in the hospital... or with a teacher who taught piano... let's split the fee with that in half with the ghost.
But that's a lie.
You said you didn't like lying yourself.
When I made up the story about Hee Joo didn't you say that you didn't like lying?
That kid is so pitiful.
He has no one and he's waiting for the person that he liked. I want to let him meet her.
But, I'll do what you say.
Either just leave like this or go inside and tell her.
Make a decision.
Go.
Find the milkman.
Instead... let's not make it sound like it's his first love.
Tae Gong Shil, come fast.
I will crush you.
- Are you the stalker?
- What is this?
Tae Yi Ryung, you again?
Get off, you jerk!
I'm acting like this only because I shot my commercial today or else you'll be sued.
There's no scratch.
It's going to swell up.
Then why did you come to vent out on your friend about your canceled wedding?
I didn't come to vent out but to take revenge.
But looking at it, it doesn't seem to be a victim's revenge.
What are you going to do?
I'm going to tell her to watch out, I'm going to steal the guy.
The guy?
President Joo.
I'm going to flirt with him and declare war to make her cry her eyes out.
You don't think I'll be able to do it?
I'm Tae Yi Ryung...
So, you're going to war, but a secret weapon... is important for battle.
Should I do that?
You're going to help me?
But, there's a condition.
Find out the reason why President Joo is interested in Tae Gong Shil.
Why are you curious about that?
Do you perhaps like Tae Gong Shil?
Well... let's say I do.
Wait, I think it's turning blue.
Hey! Why are you talking down to me?
I could just tell you look younger than me.
You sure do look older than me.
Want me to treat you like an old person?
Fine. Talk in that familiar form.
Now that we're on the same side... want to go for a drink to commemorate?
Drink by yourself.
It's that guy from before.
Excuse me, I'd like to ask you something.
You deliver milk in the neighborhood up there, right?
Do you happen to know the person who delivered there before?
The person's over there.
It looks like him.
He looks sturdy.
Excuse me!
Yes?
You know Ji Woo, right?
Ji Woo?
Who's the person that used to deliver milk to that house?
I did. I'm the one who used to bring deliveries to Ji Woo's house.
He said it was a guy...
There was a lot of misunderstandings like that before I grew my hair out.
She may look like a girl, but she's totally a guy.
She's the one, right?
So, you're the one that Ji Woo is waiting for.
Hey, delivery!
Shouldn't you deliver it properly?
The milk is all squashed.
Even though it's squashed it still tastes the same.
Even though it tastes the same, I don't like it looking ugly. Just like you.
I don't like being unlucky either.
Just like you.
What?
What are you doing?
Delivery, you're really a girl after all! An ugly girl.
It's fortunate.
That she's a girl, how fortunate.
I am aware of what happened to Ji Woo.
I don't want to really talk about it. Please leave.
There's something we really wanted to show you.
It'll be great if you can go and take a look.
It's a very pretty flower. A green rose.
There are many kinds of roses. And many colors, too.
Then are there green roses as well?
I like the color green.
We do have green roses.
Awesome, they must be pretty.
They're not pretty at all. They look like cabbages, just like you. Hey!
If I grow out my hair and doll up, I'm fine too.
Why do you keep saying I'm ugly?
You look ugly. I can't even tell if you're a guy or a girl.
I think being weak is girly.
As I expected it was not good with a tomboy like you.
Hey.
Don't cry.
If you cry, you'll get uglier.
I don't cry over a guy like you who's weak and grows flowers.
I really don't like guys like you.
Ji Woo.
Ji Woo.
They're very pretty.
You lied saying they were ugly.
I wanted to show you too, so I grew out my hair.
But you died, like a fool.
Farewell.
Farewell, my baby.
Farewell.
The meaning of a green rose is a noble love that exists only in heaven.
It's fortunate that Ji Woo, that girl and the grandma found out about the truth, right?
We unveiled a very big secret today. You did your part, too.
So, I'll drive you home today. Oh, no.
I don't want you to go all the way to the front of the study room.
If I ride in your car, it may be awkward if I bump into a certain person.
Oh, you mean Kang Woo? - You guys live together, right? - Yes.
Kang Woo has a lot of interest in me.
He's really curious about what I do next to you.
It's a bit awkward to give him an answer.
It seems like you're hiding the fact that you have unique radars from Kang Woo.
That's right. He keeps asking me what I'm afraid of.
I told him that it was a stalker.
So, he said he'll be my bodyguard.
Are you perhaps bragging right now?
It's all thanks to you, President Joo.
Going to work and meeting people. Stop the car.
- I could go a little further.
- No, I don't want to go any further.
I shouldn't have been too accommodating to you...
Get lost, here. Okay.
Well then...
What the heck?
You said it was free so I didn't want to just leave.
Then... goodbye.
Let's go.
How come I don't feel afraid after touching his hand?
Why is that?
They don't look like ghosts, but why are they following me?
- Miss! Come with us. - What are you doing?
Who are you?
Let's go!
Kang Woo. Are you okay?
Are those people the ones following you around?
They're people, but why did they follow me?
That's enough.
I came to see you again. But it looks like I won't be able to.
You shine too brightly.
That's why the creatures of the darkness follow you.
I shine brightly?
They may complain and make a request.
You must be alert.
Amongst them, there are some who are looking for a chance.
The chance to come back by using you.
'Darkness will swallow the light...' [Chinese phrase]
Darkness will swallow the light and death eventually swallows life.
Be careful and don't get swallowed.
Mom said she was coming now.
Seung Joon, didn't you hear what I said?
Seung Joon!
Seung Joon!
Seung Joon!
Seung Joon, where are you?
Seung Joon!
Seung Joon!
You have to tell me where you're going.
It's a doll.
You can't.
We don't know if someone left it there.
If it's still there later on, then that means it's been thrown out so let's take it then.
Let's go.
How did you meet that swindler?
While working.
You're not explaining in detail once again.
Anyway, it was worth waiting over there.
Do you really like me?
You like me, so that's why you want to know more about me?
The reason why I can't say everything about myself is because I really like it when someone likes me.
They might run away if they find out.
You're thinking what kind of big secret does this woman hold that she's trying to scare me away, right?
Is she perhaps a spy? A criminal?
Or is originally a man?
Various things come to mind, right?
But... you're going to be even more surprised than whatever it is that you're thinking of.
I warned you.
Don't come any closer.
Thank you so much for today.
Don't say thank you.
It just makes me feel bad.
You're not the only one who has a secret.
There could be something I'm not saying as well.
After listening to your warning...
I am kind of scared that I might disappoint you as well.
Sleep tight.
He says he likes me so much, should I just tell him?
Kang Woo, I see ghosts.
How can I say this?
Chairman Wang will be holding hands with my kingdom.
It's an innate choice.
She said she'll hold my hand as well, she said to go to China with her.
So?
- Are you going?
- I can't. You're here.
It's too bad, but I declined.
So, is that why you don't have any strength?
Do you really regret declining Chairman Wang's offer?
It's not that, it's something else that I got rejected.
That was very regretful.
And what is that?
The person who likes me.
Thank you.
Thanks. Hold onto your mom's hand, well.
Thank you.
Come this way, please.
I can't say that I can see ghosts.
He says that he likes me, so I can't say it even more.
If it can't be then, I just want to pretend to be an a normal person.
But... I'm so depressed.
Why do I have to see ghosts?
Tae Gong Shil.
You look more like a normal person than the first time I met you.
Probably think it's because you're arrogant...
I'm so funny, right?
It's because I have some room to breathe.
So, I have a lot of time to think about things.
I got greedy, too.
Humans want more if they can live.
That can happen.
Thank you, President Joo.
You have become an air defense for me.
And a counseling room as well.
You... brought Chairman Wang and broke off the deal with Giant Mall.
So, I'll give you a discount.
Thank you.
But I feel so depressed today, I really don't want to see ghosts today.
Can you tag along, when I go home?
Humans bite into it, when they think it's the right time.
That cannot happen.
Okay.
- What's the occasion? - There wasn't enough.
But you know Tae Gong Shil who worked with us?
The reason why she went to customer service was because she received President Joo's special attention.
- President Joo?
- They're that close?
There are a lot of evidence already and also a number of people who saw them...
Lee Han Joo's mouth is quite loud, so the rumors are spreading faster than expected.
President Joo should probably hear it by now.
We have to connect like...
- Didn't Gong Shil have a lover? - She did.
A lover?
Oh, you know she comes to work and leave... with that employee who works on the security team
Then, it's a love triangle?
Who is it?
The security team?
Hey!
There's guy who lives together with Tae Gong Shil on our security team.
Who is the person she grabbed and dragged to go home together?
Not only that, he's also her personal bodyguard.
Really?
Tae Gong Shil is trash.
But with her dark circles hanging, how can she seduce men?
Right?
I've been watching from afar, but looking at it closely it seems they've grown very close together.
Possessing the mind is the way to seduce them.
In that Loreley Hill myth, men jumped in to die.
Anyways, who is that guy?
It's me. Pardon?
The one preparing to dive on the hill is me.
It's not easy jumping in.
I would need to brave.
You would need enforcements.
What is trash?
Sorry.
Only deliveries are coming in, instead of the customers.
This is a storage house.
Tae Gong Shil.
- Mr. Kim.
- Yes.
When we leave later, we're taking Tae Gong Shil with us.
Yes, Sir.
I want to know you.
I will bring up the courage. So, you should cheer up. I will bring up the courage.
So, you should cheer up.
President Joo.
The person who likes me said he will bring up his courage for me.
He told me to cheer up.
And?
So, you're going to cheer up and go? Yes.
I want to try to go.
I want to go.
♫ Are you listening to my heart?
♫
♫ Are you looking at my tears? ♫
♫ In this world there is only one...♫
You don't feel anything when I touch you like this.
Right?
Do you really think I'm an air-raid shelter made out of marble?
♫ Why are you always pulling away from me? ♫
♫ Please stay with me. ♫
You know that can't be.
♫ Please take my hand.♫
I, too, am not indifferent.
So do you feel just a tiny bit?
I always felt a little like that.
You tend to... touch me too randomly.
You didn't seem to think much about it, and I didn't say anything because I didn't want to be the weird person.
But it looks like you're starting to react like a normal person would, so I'll ask this of you.
When you use me as your secret hideout,
I would like it to be at a friendly level.
People staring at us like, "What do they think they're doing?" I don't like it.
This. Friendly.
And this. "What do they think they're doing?" Understand?
I understand.
Actually, all that time, I just barged in just to survive not considering whether you liked it or not.
But now I think I should be careful.
Careful, careful.
Yes. Be careful.
Be careful of things like this, too.
I'll listen to your ghost stories, so don't go off on your own and end up like this.
This kind of concern is friendly.
If I get closer... "What do they think they're doing?"
Understand?
Yes.
Now let's go, I'll take you.
It's okay, I'll just go on my own.
You had to go to the detention cell and even got hurt.
That much concern, I can give you.
Let's go.
But I need to be careful...
My radar just caught a strange thing.
So hold it. Use it.
It's fine.
You, again...
Are you being careful not to be seen with me in front of your Kang Candy?
I'm just being careful.
I have nothing to be careful about.
If we happen to bump into him, I'll explain to him that, we don't have a "What do they think they're doing?" kind of relationship, but we just happen to be a little friendly.
Don't worry and just come.
Do you know what an honour it is to have a friendly relationship with the President?
Even Kang Candy will take you more seriously.
Episode 8
CEO Joo Joong Won went to the police station for Tae Gong Shil.
And I'm positive Tae Gong Shil is in some way related to dead Cha Hee Joo.
I let it slip due to a personal feeling.
I'm sorry.
Cha Hee Joo was an orphan.
If that woman, too, doesn't have any parents, there's a possibility they met at some kind of orphanage.
I'll look into it.
One more thing.
Find out if that Tae Gong Shil woman has ever lived in or been to Europe.
Yes.
Kang Woo, it seemed to me that your interested in her.
Are you alright?
I will be.
Don't pretend to be strong. If it's hard, just say so.
When the heart is not being precise, the pain will give the answer.
Will it hurt?
I will... take care of it.
Mr. CEO.
I'm grateful for today.
And since you did go to the detention cell, make sure to eat tofu.
I don't eat such a thing.
I'll be going. Goodbye.
Tae Gong Shil, about your radar catching a strange thing earlier.
Is there something following you?
Oh, that?
It's nothing scary... but something that needs to be scolded.
So I think I just need to talk it out with it.
You can go now.
Go.
I'm not Candy, I'm a radar.
Pull yourself together!
Ever since I met Tae Gong Shil, I'm eating bitter anti-anxiety pills like vitamins.
Ah, it's bitter.
Also, since you did go to the detention cell, make sure to eat tofu, CEO.
Does this look like tofu...?
Even when I touch you like this, you don't feel anything, right?
The woman who asked just to sleep holding hands... now she's worrying about anything.
Ah, it's salty.
Now that the radar isn't picking up on any ghosts lately, do I have a lust ghost stuck to me now?
You touching here like this earlier, that's called sexual harassment.
It's the same thing as touching someone's butt in the subway.
Are you here again, Super Market Grandma?
!
How can I sleep if you stare at me like that? !
But since you're here... could you just scare me a little so I get back to my senses?
Stop, stop, please stop!
You can stop now, grandmother!
Stop, just stop!
CEO Joo,
I heard you had a trip to the police station after personally taking care of something that's not even profitable.
Have a seat.
I was really surprised.
I, too, was quite shocked.
I don't have much to say since you did a good deed, but you seem to do things you normally wouldn't do now that you've put Bang Shil by your side.
Your father seems to know about it, too, and started asking me what kind of girl she is.
That's something to be more surprised about.
Are things about me being reported there, too?
It wasn't me! Last time I talked to him, all we did was talk about golf.
He must've heard about you because things about you are floating around recently.
You're his son, of course, he's interested in you.
It's the first time I've had his definite interest in over 34 years, which is so shocking that I'm on the verge of convulsing.
Your father is getting old, so he's probably gaining more interest in his kid.
Right, dear?
Of course!
He's at an age where he likes to see grandchildren and all.
CEO Joo, this time make sure you REALLY succeed.
I don't know...
Maybe he'll have a grandchild through meaningless skinship.
Grandmother, I've already pulled myself together.
So come out of the garbage bins.
Don't do that with your eyes, Grandma!
Just come out-
Kang Woo.
Are you planning to go out for a run this late?
Yes, I'm going out for a short run.
Oh, we were supposed to come home from work together today...
I just came on my own, so I'm sorry.
Something unexpected came up, so...
Tae Gong Shil.
I think it'd be best to clean things up while I can.
When I said I liked you, it was a misunderstanding.
What?
It was something I said as a joke to the kids, but you believed it as truth.
I couldn't say it wasn't true.
You even told me you were thankful, so I tried to go with it, but I can't anymore.
I'm sorry.
Ah, it was like that...
No wonder, I thought it was quite strange.
How embarrassing...
You should have told me early on that you didn't have feelings for me.
Because you gave me candy, and musical tickets, I guess I got too excited and went overboard.
You accepted the candy and the musical tickets, but you didn't like me, did you?
Someone I respect once said, "When your heart doesn't tell you the truth,"
"the pain will tell you the answer."
I don't think you... were hurt because of me.
If that's right, then... I don't have to be as sorry, right?
♫ How much more do I have to love you, for you to realize my feelings?
♫ How much time has to pass, for you to love me?
♫ I, who have too much tears, I, who is too dumb to tell you.
♫ My heart hurts...
It hurts more today than it did yesterday.
♫ Tomorrow comes...
You need to go get it!
I won't tolerate that!
Unnie! What's going on?
Help!
Over here!
Someone please help!
Over here!
Help me!
Unnie!
Wake up!
Wake up!
Unnie, wake up.
This is already the third accident that has occurred at Kingdom Hotel's pool.
They said something pulled her leg from beneath the waters, but there was nothing that could have done that.
If it's not a water ghost, what could it be?
Are you sure it wasn't a prank pulled by a person?
It wasn't just one lifeguard who saw it - many did, and it wasn't a prank pulled by a person.
Because this rumor spread during the busiest time of the summer season, we might lose customers to Giant Hotel.
We can't let that happen.
I'll install my radar... at the pool.
Giant Mall building is taller than mine!
Secretary Kim!
Hi, "10 billion won" radar.
We need to run the radar.
You... were you harassed all night?
Your dark circles are about to bury deep into the ground!
The supermarket granny came, so I couldn't sleep all night.
Mr. CEO, do I...
look sick?
You... always look sick.
But today, more than usual... you look like a zombie.
He says that when he hasn't seen a zombie in real life.
Instead of a zombie, you said you have seen a water ghost, right?
Yes.
A long time ago, when I went to the Han River with my sister to eat chicken...
I was enchanted by a water ghost, and I almost drowned to death!
Water ghost!
I never want to see a water ghost again.
Never, ever!
I really hate water ghosts!
I hate them so much!
They're too scary!
Hold it.
With water ghosts, it doesn't help to hold your hand.
Water ghosts.
She shudders at the thought of them.
I feel bad just sending her to catch them.
Mr. CEO gave this, saying you should visit on your day off.
Gift certificate to an all-inclusive package at Kingdom Hotel!
Isn't this place a really awesome place?
He included several gift cards, saying you should have a good time with your friends.
Earlier, he said I looked like a zombie...
Is he sending me there so I can get some rest?
Yes, yes.
Oh, I'm so happy!
I passed it along. She was really happy about it, and she says she'll go tomorrow.
Yes...
I'll send her over there first, then later... I'll tell her to see the ghost.
Yes.
If it's Kingdom Hotel, it will be really luxurious. What's the occasion?
I have more, so if you want to bring friends, do that..
- Then... should we ask Apt. 404?
- No...
No?
Well, then let's just pack our suitcase.
Pack a lot of pretty clothes, since we can load them in my car.
Okay. Unnie, I'll take a lot of pretty pictures for you.
Gong Shil, I'm so happy.
Hey, Kingdom Hotel has a pool, right?
Let's pack our swimsuits as well.
Don't you get the chills, with rumors saying there's something in the pool?
There is no such thing!
It isn't like this is the Loch Ness. (Lake in Scotland where the Loch Ness Monster "lives")
You dared to ask me to come and see you?
I'm not a person you can easily meet, on a whim.
Thanks for coming in your busy schedule.
What is it that you wanted to ask me?
Please find out details on Tae Gong Shil, things that can't be found in official records.
If you find out through her friends, you'll know whether they have seen her dead parents, and what her relationship was like with her parents, right?
Why do you want to know about her family?
Do you want to marry her?
If I was going to marry her, I wouldn't be doing a background check like this.
I could just meet her family in person!
Oh, that's right.
Then... is this just part of your job?
Keeping your eyes on her?
If that's the case, then I'll help you. Let's talk while we eat something.
Are you going to help, only if I dine with you?
No, I don't mean that.
I'm just saying it's meal time, so I'll "let" you join me.
If that's the case, then you don't have to "let" me join you.
Call me after you've found out something.
Hey!
I already made reservations...
Why is he playing so hard to get, when he's just a "salaryman"?
Secretary Kim, are you reporting to my father about me?
I met him last year, and after he went overseas, we've never talked on the phone.
Why do you ask?
Considering how he never showed interest in women with whom there were talks of marriage, it's strange that he would suddenly show interest in Tae Gong Shil.
I'm sure he's doing it out of love.
That... is even more ridiculous.
Did Tae Gong Shil leave?
Unnie, this place is awesome!
Get here quickly!
Okay.
I'll pack my stuff and go when I'm done with work. You take a look around first.
Where are you going? Looks like it's somewhere nice.
You don't need to know.
I'm a career woman!
Why do I have to spy on Tae Gong Shil?
I got something like this.
Bring Kang Woo and come.
You want us to join on Tae sisters' trip?
I, with Gong Shil and Kang Woo... want to do this.
If they get together, I'll buy you food.
Should I report this to the Vice President?
Let's just go have fun. We have to.
Maybe it's because it's wide open, but this place doesn't seem scary.
They're doing fireworks today.
Fireworks can't happen during the day and I'm scared to go out at night.
It's a pie in the sky for me.
Mr. CEO?
Where are you?
I'm at the hotel lobby. This place is really nice.
Of course, it is. It's mine after all.
The painting next to you is also really expensive.
Mm, it does look expensive.
Oh, but how do you know where I am?
Because I'm behind you.
Mr. CEO!
How did you come here?
- I followed you.
Did you come alone?
My sister hasn't come yet...
Really?
Let's go eat first.
I'm hungry.
He followed me?
Why?
You have it ready, right?
Yes. After dinnertime, the pool will be off limits to outsiders.
We can go after we eat dinner.
Where are we going?
I'll tell you after we eat.
It looks like Master Joo is doing an event for that girl.
She's so lucky!
She'll get to watch the fireworks at the closed off pool.
Do you have anything you want to eat?
Tell me, I'll buy it all for you.
Are you going to buy me something good because I look out of energy?
Yes.
Then, buy everything I want please.
Okay. Let's go.
It's been 15 years since Hee Joo died.
Every year, for remembering and helping the place where she grew up, thank you very much.
It's already been 15 years since Cha Hee Joo died.
After she died, I thought about ending my relationship with this place because it felt like I was paying for her life.
But thinking of Joong Won, I think I did well by continuing to come here.
It was here where Joo Goon met Cha Hee Joo for the first time, right?
Yes, that's right.
Chief Kang Woo?
Why did he come here?
Secretary Kim, what are you doing?
Ah, yes. I'm going.
Tae Gong Ri, Tae Gong Shil...
Such sisters have never been at this orphanage.
You didn't even bring Kang Woo, so why are you still coming?
Chief Kang Woo has other business, and I don't ever drop out of something I decide to join.
You couldn't even bring money for gas.
Han Joo has small salary.
Oh.
It's Kim Dong Soo. - Do you know him?
Oh!
It's the same!
Who is he?
He was the one who ran away with my money and disappeared.
It's my neck.
But... are you following him?
You can't. We have somewhere else we need to go. - Shut up!
Hold on tightly.
You can't have alcohol, so at least have this.
Thank you.
Now that you're resting at a nice place, your dark circles have gotten better.
Really?
But, by any chance... do you have any other clothes?
My sister's bringing all my clothes, but she's running a bit late...
Just a minute.
If she's going to go in and out of the pool, she'll need a change of clothes...
Should I prepare it?
Hey, tonight President Joo is closing the pool and doing an event.
Wow, whoever girl it's for is so lucky.
It's our loss when we get jealous. - I wish I can go on a date with him just once.
Event?
For me possibly?
You're going to go to your room, right?
Meet me in two hours at the lobby.
We already ate. Is there something else?
There's something very important.
If by chance you get surprised, don't get too mad.
Yes.
Mr. CEO rented the swimming pool, and the one that he wants to meet in two hours is me.
Then, he closed the pool because of me?
Don't let anyone else enter after I go in.
Yes.
Have the prepared item sent to the guest room I told you about.
Yes!
What... is this?
CEO Joo sent this.
It's so pretty!
It's pretty!
Then, what Mr. CEO said about an important matter...
Mr. CEO.
Did you prepare this for me?
Yes. There's more.
Look.
♫ It's you
♫ Love that's like destiny
♫ Sad memories that were like shadows
Please go in. Mr. CEO has been waiting for you.
Is no one really allowed to go in because it's closed off?
Yes, he has ordered not to let anybody in except you two.
[Oh, okay.] I came here because a problem came up at the hotel's pool. I didn't come to play.
Yes.
I'll return after figuring out what it is in the pool.
Yes.
It won't take long.
Hello, 10 billion dollar radar. You're going to have to use your radar again.
You said you've seen a water ghost before, right?
Yes.
Tae Gong Shil!
Tae Gong Shil, where are you going?
Wait a minute!
♫ When you brush by,
♫ My heart that once was cold
♫ Spreads with warmth
That could have been bad. I would have been so embarrassed.
It would have been a disaster if I went, dressed like that.
♫ I want to quietly approach
♫ And just lean on you
But then, why am I so upset?
♫ The distance doesn't get closer.
When your heart doesn't tell you the truth, your symptoms will give you the answer.
♫ It's okay if I can't touch you
♫ It's okay if I can't embrace you
♫ Lonely love, yes I love you as if you're my destiny.
♫ I can feel you
♫ La la la la la la la
Is there anything else you need?
What?
Flowers, champagne, I'll prepare everything.
It's fine.
It seems she's mistaken about something.
Oh my!
Looks like she got kicked out after going in there in a fancy dress.
What is it?
Looks like it's not an event.
You changed.
Yes, I thought it would be uncomfortable.
You looked pretty earlier. Let's go.
There isn't anything scary here.
There are people who are scarier than ghosts.
Right now, in their eyes, we look like "What do they think they're doing?".
It can't be that way.
I don't care what they think.
I'm looking at you, who is upset by what those people are saying.
Tae Gong Shil. You're upset, aren't you?
Yes.
Running away dressed like that back there; you looked like Candy.
That's right.
Think about it. You invite me here, buy me dinner, send me clothes.
Of course, I'd turn into Candy.
You should have just told me to use my radar. Why did you do that?
You said you were scared. I'm still your secret hideout.
Forcing you when you said you didn't want to.
I felt guilty.
So, it's like that.
I feel a little bit better now.
Let's go catch that water ghost.
Let's go.
It's okay now, Mr. CEO.
Let my hand go, if you can.
I don't care.
I think those people are expecting a Candy who has been abandoned by her lover, but I don't want to become that Candy.
Let's go.
That was fast.
I've asked Gong Shil's closest friends.
Her parents are her biological parents. They said they were all very close, too.
I even recorded it. Should I give it to you?
Send it to me. Thanks a lot.
Hey!
Doing this, we really seem like spies. I've always wanted to be one.
Aren't you a singer?
I've done a movie, too, you know. Haven't you done any research on me?
You can find it all on the internet...
How long are you going to follow me?
Salary man, you don't have a car, right?
My car's outside. It takes anyone, if you can ride it, get on it.
I'm going to take the subway.
That guy, really!
Tae Yang, we've been sitting here like this for a while now.
Don't you see anything?
I don't see any.
Could it be in the water?
I'll go and look for it.
Wait for a while.
It might appear when it gets a little darker out.
Just like being scared before getting a needle, with a ghost, the moment they're about to pop out is scariest.
And I want to get it done before the fireworks start...
I should hurry and look.
Will you be alright?
Water ghosts are really scary.
If you get caught, they'll drag you down and won't let go.
You'll help me if I don't come up, won't you?
Forget it. Don't go.
Just go rest and watch the fireworks.
What about the water ghost?
Let's just take care of it, since the pool is empty.
I'll just have the water drained and the pool completely dried for a couple days.
You almost fell in!
There's an lady over there!
Oh, it's scary!
This must be his house.
Kim Dong Soon, you're dead today!
I'm going to get all my money back, and I'm going to kill you!
He's married.
Are you going to... k...ill...
Honey, did you hear about the latest gossip on Tae Yi Ryeong?
I don't like her.
It's not even like she's a good singer or anything.
I know, right? She was pretty when she was younger.
Now that she's gotten old, you can really tell she had plastic surgery.
That's right.
Hasn't she lost almost all of her popularity?
Yeh, she's losing popularity to younger, more talented singers, like IU.
Her popularity isn't like what it was before.
Let's get off at the next stop.
Hello. I'm Tae Yi Reong.
Oh, it's Tae Ri Yeong.
For your information, I'm still very popular.
IU?
I... really... like you, Oppa.
Aigoo! What do I do?
Thank you. Thank you.
I love you so much!
Please look over here.
Why did you do that?
I was having fun!
You are really..
terrible at singing.
Really?
Even so, I'm still pretty, right?
You're saying that again?
Yup. So, I've decided.
Let's date.
I don't want to.
How can you refuse so quickly!
? You dog-mannered...
Hey!
It's Tae Ri Yeong. Wow.
Oh really?
♫ When you brush my fingertips♫
♫ When you brush my fingertips ♫
♫ The warmth spreads to my chilled heart. ♫
♫ It's okay even if I'm not able to touch you.♫
♫ It's okay even if I can't hug you. ♫
♫ Lonely love ♫
♫ Yes I love you as I was destined to. ♫
♫ I can feel you. ♫
The water ghost is an older woman?
Yes.
Ah, there she is.
Over there?
Yes. -What is she doing?
She's fixing her make up.
Make up?
Who does a ghost want to show herself to after wearing make up?
Something seems really strange.
She's leaving.
If she's a water ghost, isn't she supposed to stay in the water?
Looks like she's not a water ghost.
Oh my!
What?
What?
She went over there!
What took so long?
That Ahjumma even took a shower,
She went to the sauna, and also knocked before going into the restroom.
Can there be such a polite ghost?
I don't think she knows she's dead.
Where is she now?
She's going up there.
The ahjumma is sitting in the chair over there and dining.
She wasn't just staying at the pool?
She's wiping her mouth.
Looks like she's leaving.
To where again?
She's reading a magazine.
What is it?
She just went into that room.
That room is the most expensive room at this hotel.
- Excuse me.
- Yes?
Is there a guest in that room?
No, that room is empty now.
Open it.
In this expensive room, what is that Ahjumma doing?
She's sitting over there.
She's luxuriously drinking wine while looking out at the night scenery.
She acts like she's alive.
She's not acting like a ghost but like a human, so why did she do that at the pool?
She doesn't think she's dead, so while swimming, couldn't she just be pushing people out of her way?
Go, tell her "you died", and tell her to check out of this hotel.
Go.
Okay.
Ahjumma.
I'm really sorry for saying this, but you can't stay here like this.
What did she say?
Did she understand?
She said she can stay here since she won a gift certificate.
This... she showed me something similar to the gift certificate you gave me.
She won a gift certificate to the hotel?
Mrs. Kang Gil Ja won the gift certificate to the royal suite room.
Is it her?
- Yeah, it is.
I especially remember her out of all the winners.
You're Mrs. Kang Gil Ja, right?
Come this way, please.
This is really nice!
I wish I could always live in a place like this!
I remember she was so happy during her stay here.
So if she was very passionate with this place, she wouldn't be able to forget about it even after she's dead.
Dead?
Who?
Mrs. Kang Gil Ja. She's dead.
I guess you have a misunderstanding, she's still alive.
You say she's alive? - Where is she?
I heard she's at the hospital.
Is that even possible?
This is my first, too. I'm not really sure.
Why is she not waking up if she's fine?
What do you mean fine?
How can you say that to a person that fainted at your birthday party!
Why are you yelling?
You were the one that made a scene after getting drunk!
You have no say!
You were the one that always fought against her!
But why isn't she waking up?
Ahjumma, you can't stay here like this.
You have to go quickly. It's possible you could really die.
It looks like she doesn't want to go.
Before, her daughter's name, what was it?
Joo Yeon.
There's a response.
Lee Joo Yeon's mother, you can't keep on staying here.
Your family is waiting.
You have to go live.
Do you want to go?
That's a good choice.
It's not even weird seeing her do that anymore.
Okay, okay. - Okay? Okay.
Looks like she's understanding well.
Ahjumma said she'll go.
She just wants to see the fireworks tonight.
I'll go watch it with her at the pool.
She already changed her clothes!
We'll be going!
Even a ghost is all dressed up and enjoying it.
Don't lose.
Should I enjoy it since it's the last time?
She must be really excited!
It's been a while since I've seen fireworks, too.
It probably will be pretty.
Ahjumma.
Ahjumma, let's go together!
There are eyes.
Act like you're talking to me, and not the Ahjumma.
Shall we go?
It was such a good dream...
I guess...
I'll have to wake up now.
Mom!
Honey!
Daughter, are you okay?
Was it difficult?
Do you see me?
What should we do?
I'll listen to you so well from now on!
Mom, really, thank you!
Thank you!
Did Mrs. Kang Gil Ja like it?
Yes.
She said she really liked it.
She said it was like a Midsummer Night's Dream.
She thought she had a dream that made her be in awe and feel dizzy.
It made her heart flutter, feel happy... and it apparently hurt her, too.
Because she liked seeing it from here so much.
♫ You make me crazy ♪
♫ You make me cry ♪
♫ When I'm reaching for you to the point of grasping you close at hand ♫
She left.
Since when?
Just now.
I just have to trust you since I don't see it, right?
Yes.
Fireworks are over.
I... woke someone up from a good dream.
"Tae Yi Ryeong Surprise Show in the Subway"?
I didn't know he was married.
Hey!
You have a business trip to China scheduled.
How many days?
- One week.
One week is a bit long.
Do I have to tell her?
- Tae Yang already knows.
She seems fine even though she knows.
Tae Yang said this:
To me, Mr. CEO is like winning a gift certificate to a 5-star hotel.
It's huge luck... but I can't be there for a long time.
I have to get familiar with it not existing, if I want a normal life in the future.
The thing that Tae Yang said wasn't from herself... but it was Mrs. Kang Gil Ja's review on the hotel.
I was concerned about it for no reason.
Are you not feeling fine?
I'm fine.
I'm very glad and relieved that she doesn't need me.
"When your heart doesn't tell the truth..."
"pain gives the answer."
That's what Tae Yang said.
So apparently she found an answer.
"When your heart doesn't tell the truth, pain gives the answer"...
I've heard that many times from someone.
Who?
Cha Hee Joo.
When your heart doesn't tell the truth, pain gives the answer.
Are you saying you learn when you get hit?
That's right.
Since you like me more than I like you, it's fair for you to hurt more.
So are you telling me to get hurt if I want to like you?
Yeah. I want you to hurt a lot.
Where did you hear that from?
Did Hee Joo tell you?
I never saw Hee Joo.
Then how do you know the phrase that she used to say often?
I heard it from Kang Woo.
Bring me Kang Woo's résumé again.
Yes. Oh, by the way, Mr. CEO.
When I went to donate at Ms. Cha Hee Joo's orphanage...
I saw Chief Kang Woo.
I scouted Kang Woo because he was recommended for his fantastic résumé.
Is there a problem?
Who recommended you to him?
It was...
Was it my father?
Did you know?
He told me not to tell you, and I thought you wouldn't like him to interfere with your work, so I cut it off in the middle.
I considered both sides.
When you consider next time, don't divide it into two sides.
But be clear on either being on my side, or the other side.
You're the one that my father sent?
I received an order to be aware of your surroundings.
Why?
- He said that a person related to
Cha Hee Joo can come into contact with you.
Why?
It's because he said that Cha Hee Joo's surroundings are the main culprits, and he thinks that Cha Hee Joo is not a victim, but an accomplice.
Are his thoughts true?
Did you really not see the culprits?
You tell me honestly first.
Did you really give them my ransom?
Do you think that Hee Joo died, because I didn't give them the money?
If it's not that, then why are you worried about whether or not I saw the culprit's face?
Believe in what you want.
And you believe in what you also want to believe.
Tell him to come and explain to me, why he is suddenly concerned again after 15 years.
Oh, and also tell him that since he told me to believe what I want to believe,
I believed that the lost necklace wouldn't come out from him.
I dearly hope he's not searching for it, since I'm searching for it right now.
Tell him that.
I wonder what relations Kang Woo and Cha Hee Joo have.
Cha Hee Joo...
What's wrong?
Cha Hee Joo was here.
She told me... about why she's a bad bitch.
I knew you would figure it out someday, since you can see Hee Joo.
That she's one of the main culprits.
Who did she say it was?
The other person that she planned the incident with?
She told me she can't tell me.
What?
She said she has to protect that person.
Okay.
"I want you to hurt a lot."
Tae Gong Shil.
Don't go. Stay here.
I don't want her to see me like this.
Since you can see her, you stay beside me and protect me.
♫ You drive me crazy. ♫
♫ You make me cry.♫
♫ When I'm reaching for you to the point of grasping you close at hand, you are moving away like the wind .♫
I was going to get you a glass of water.
It is okay. I don't need it.
I've been keeping watch, but
Cha Hee Joo isn't around you, Mr. CEO.
She must have gone to that person she needed to protect.
For 15 years, afraid that I might find the culprit, sometimes, it was to watch over me.
Why didn't you tell anyone else that Cha Hee Jo was the culprit?
If she was alive, I would have said so.
I would have tried until the end to get her.
I would have just hated her.
But she died right in front of my eyes.
Just thinking that she had also been used and thrown away,
I felt bad thinking about that, too.
But she says that the culprit she was with is someone she needs to protect.
Now I understand... that I had been completely (perfectly) fooled.
After getting hit once 15 years ago and not coming to my senses...
I got hit once more today and feel like I am completely awake.
It must have been hard.
You said it was okay to worry and comfort.
How hard it must have been for you. Not being able to tell anyone too.
Covering the wounds makes it hurt more.
Still scared and not being able to read. That bad b****.
I will make sure to curse at her.
If I meet her again, I will definitely do so.
This b*tch.
Ten billion dollar radar, you are still useful in many ways.
I'm not a ten billion radar anymore.
I can't find where your money is.
That necklace is probably with the culprit.
Atthattime,myransom,didyoureallypayit?
Believewhateveryouwant.
Maybe that, too, I could have been completely fooled.
As long as the whereabouts of the necklace remain unconfirmed, he said he wouldn't talk about Cha Hee Joo.
I see that he doesn't want to trust me any more.
I should've moved more stealthily.
I am sorry.
I was planning to return to Korea anyways.
By looking at this, the story might change. Then, I will quit Kingdom now.
No. Stay there until I return
The CEO found out everything so I won't be able to stay anymore.
No. I'm the one who provoked him first.
If he's the son I know, he's not going to just let out his temper and cut you off.
He'll just probably ignore everything.
He will probably know that I will ignore everything and leave Team Leader Kang alone.
If I act anxious, my father is the type of person who would provoke me by acting relaxed and run way.
If I ignore just enough, my father will come and say something if he needs to.
I believe that, with women and my son, push and pull is important.
In Spain, I must blow out Maria's birthday candle.
I'll see you then, Kang Woo.
I invited my friends to my birthday party.
All of them are coming.
Then the friends who were there when you took this photo are also attending?
Yes.
Then I'm sure there will be at least one person who recognizes this girl.
Yes.
Please appear again.
Please explain it to me.
He's having a hard time.
He probably didn't want to listen to those words.
If the necklace whereabouts is found with your father, what will happen to Tae Yang?
There will be no use for her anymore.
Since she came, it has been loud around here.
It's going to be quiet again.
Did you hear from CEO Joo Joong Won about me?
Yes.
I was investigating if you were related with Cha Hee Joo or not.
That's why you kept asking me what my relationship was with the CEO?
I had mistaken it as jealousy...
I am sorry.
If it was like that, then you should've asked me truthfully. I would've told you.
Kang Woo, I will tell you everything.
For now, lets go over there where it's a bit dark.
I think Team Leader Kang approached Tae Yang intentionally, but Tae Yang doesn't seem to be angry.
Even though that Tae Yang has no guts, her insides must feel rotten.
What are we looking for?
You can't see it, Kang Woo.
If I say it the wrong way, then you might think that the CEO and I are crazy.
So I'm just looking for a proper thing.
Kang Woo, I can see things that other people can't.
I...can see ghosts.
Other people can feel the wind blowing or feel clothes pass, but I can see and hear it.
Tae Gong Sil, are you trying to scare me because you're angry and want to punish me?
Because you hate it so much, I wasn't going to say anything.
But without telling you this, I can't explain to you the relationship between me and the CEO.
In order to talk with the dead Cha Hee Jo, I stayed next to the CEO.
You see dead people and talk to them?
You see that grandma?
She must have lost her precious cat.
There is a pretty white cat right next to her.
I don't see a cat or anything.
But I can see it.
Grandma, did you ever take care of a cat?
I did, but it died not too long ago.
Our Yebi (the cat's name) was white as snow.
Since she is no longer useful, we should get rid of this room.
Is she crying?
Was she sleeping?
I thought you were crying.
I guess her insides aren't rotten.
There...
Did something come?
Don't wake her up. She must sleep so she can help ghosts and listen.
When she's sleeping, just leave her alone.
This is a safety hideout.
Where is it?
Get lost!
♫ When my fingertips brush you, ♫
♫ The warmth spreads to my icy heart. ♫? i
Ijustwantedtogive yousomespacetobreathe.
♫ Although I want to approach you secretly, ♫
She is useful for other things.
♫ your distance is not getting closer. ♫
♫I can'teventouchyou. ♫
♫ I can't even hug you. ♫
♫Lonelylove♫
♫ Yes, I love you. ♫
It's good, isn't it?
♫ I am able to feel you ♫
I slept well.
You were there?
Why didn't you wake me up like you always do?
Alright...
Looks good. Here.
Does he make you deliver now?
Ghosts must really like me.
Before, the medium woman told me that
I shine brightly to dead people.
Hey!
What's so good about being popular among ghosts?
You're right... that woman also told me to watch out.
Be careful, don't get swallowed up.
What does she mean 'swallowed up'?
Dead people will try to use my body to come back again.
What?
Did you follow me all the way here just because I talked to you?
It's no use because I can't see or talk to you.
It's not a single bit scary.
If they want to use my body in order to say what they want to say to the person, should I just let them?
You're crazy, crazy!
I usually don't call you crazy, but that's a crazy thing to say.
Right?
If I get my body taken away, then that's the same thing as dying.
I don't like it.
Honey, I came.
I'll play what I practiced today.
I don't know if you'll like it.
It's been a month, right?
That guy...
I think he believes that his wife can come back to life.
It's almost time for my concert.
I need you.
Come back.
There is a lot of interest in the media about the famous pianist's concert.
Through these types of arts events, people will have a more luxurious view on Kingdom.
I made it happen.
They say that since his wife passed away, he won't move a finger.
Did you meet with Louis Bang personally and confirm?
Its's not Louis Bang, it's Louis Jang.
His fingers move very well.
I saw it in person.
Since Joo Wong is busy with China affairs, you should take care of this concert.
I will take out Bang Sil's room while he's not here.
I've already said it's not "Bang"...
I love you.
I've calculated a use for Tae Gong Sil.
You want me to quit being the radar?
Why do you think I'm going to get rid of you?
If I cant find your money, you said I'm worth 0 won.
If I'm worth 0 won, you told me you would kick me out.
Yes, I did.
So, how much do you think you are worth?
To price it generously, assuming that I get the same amount as the other customer service employees, after subtracting the safety hideout usage fee... it must be in the negative, right?
You would calculate your value in terms of money.
I guess you learned something while you were by my side.
Then... did you check your account?
Customer, your deposit balance is...
Mr. CEO!
That's the amount after calculating everything you did.
You made a great contribution in securing CEO Wang's funds, and you took care of the hotel's problems, so your salary was based on that.
Even though you took out the safety hideout usage fee, you still have a lot left, right?
Your worth can still be calculated.
When it can't be calculated, then you will withdraw.
Thank you!
If I keep this up,
I will have money for a house after catching couple more ghosts.
You... If i told you to get lost, were you going to disappear quietly?
I didn't get hurt when you told me to go away...
That's why I was able to keep sticking to your side.
But if you told me to go away this time...
If I told you to go away, you would have stuck to me again, because you only go away after the third time.
That's right.
But...
If you really want me out of your life, then I will get it the first time.
All this time, you're saying you disregarded me as if a dog was barking, right?
Get lost.
Thank you!
Secretary Kim, I hit the jackpot today!
Did you know?
The CEO won a bigger fish, thanks to you!
This is all because of you.
If you sleep and get possessed by a ghost, ask me.
I'll help you. Oh, thank you.
Hello!
You meet Tae Ryeong, but why do you still keep that weird Tae Yang?
I think you have it wrong.
Tae Yi Ryeong is the small sun.
Tae Gong Shil... is the big sun.
Are you siding with her?
If you are concerned, you should call someone for dinner.
I'll go and eat.
Then... when you go to the business trip in China, meet Miss Park Seo Hyeon of Sejin Construction Company, since she's studying there.
She's the lady with whom you had marriage talks, which fell through when she broke her leg at a ski resort.
You remember, right?
Okay, I'll meet her.
Then, will you be assured?
Yes.
The big sun won't be rising in China, right? According to the weather forecast, during my business trip, there will be a typhoon.
Then I guess there won't be a reason to see the sun.
Apparently there will be strong rain here, too.
Ah, hot.
Kang Woo, are you having a hard time?
The dead cat was really a white cat.
I couldn't sleep at all thinking about it.
I'm sorry...
I wasn't going to tell you, so that I wouldn't scare you..
Is there one here, too? Tae Gong Shil, is there always such things around you?
Um... kinda...
But there aren't only scary ones.
They're not all bloody with giant holes where their eyes should be...
That's enough!
I've got it.
Please don't talk about it anymore.
Alright, I won't. If it's hard, ignore what I said and just think that
I live in a different world.
Just pretend you don't know.
How does CEO Joo Joong Won believe you?
Because the CEO... is very special to me.
If I pretend not to know, then I won't know how your world is.
I can't force you to believe me, but I'm here to see Hee Joo's ghost.
I have nothing to do with the criminal.
I'll watch over you.
I'll assume that the scary things are punishments for lying.
I'll try to stay strong.
When he's that scared... I can't tell him to believe me...
What should I do...
Why are you like this again?
It's a person.
I'm not a person,
I'm a goddess.
Hey, Salary Man.
Your face doesn't look so good.
You couldn't sleep because you had butterflies after a goddess asked you out.
Goddess is also a type of ghost.
I really don't like those.
Go.
If this is a burden to you, then I will be a regular human, not a goddess.
You're not going to investigate Tae Gong Shil today?
I don't have to.
I already found out about everything
It's over already?
But it was so fun...
Then let's go eat somewhere to celebrate our first day as a couple.
Who's dating who?
I already said I didn't want to.
Even if you resist now, eventually, you'll give in.
When you look back on this later, today will have been the first day.
Really?
Then let's just say that we're dating... and break up now.
Tae Yi Ryeong, one day...
No...
It's been one minute and thirty seconds, but thank you for the memories.
Be happy.
Man, it's so hard to seduce Salary Man.
Did you hear something?
Yes. It was like a clink, clink sound.
It sounded like it came from a piano.
Let's go and check.
Team Leader, did you feel somethingreally cold just now?
Go check that way.
I'll go check in there.
Okay.
I'm going crazy.
What is that?
Who's there?
My hand... my hand... my hand!
Chief!
My hand... !
Isn't he the pianist?
My hand!
I came to check the piano that I would be using for the rehearsal, but the security team just ran up to me.
And my hand became like this.
I'm very sorry about that.
But... our Chief says he didn't hurt your hand that badly.
This hand has to play a delicate piece.
But it doesn't move.
I'm not performing.
I'm going crazy, seriously.
That Louis Xang, or whatever, is in a slump after his wife died.
No matter how I see it, it's a bunk out.
I think our Chief stepped on poop.
How did Chief Kang get caught in this situation?
That night, the vibe was weird.
Chief Kang, that day, acted very differently than other days.
He was like completely shrunk.
I am Kingdom's Special Customer Servicerepresentative, Tae Gong Sil.
Can I talk to you for a minute?
I don't have anything to say.
I can see you.
You're Louie Jang's wife, right?
Likethesun,givetheshiningloveagift. Likethesun ,for the brightshininglove.
It's the sun.
What is?
This.
If she had this as an amulet, she would feel secured.
An amulet?
Ah, Tae Yang told me.
Thisisthepen the CEO useseverydaytosignthingsisn'tit?
CanI holdon to thiswhilehe's onhistrip?
IfeellikeifI hadthisasanamulet,I wouldfeel secure,evenalittle .
She acted like she was okay, but I guess she's worried about the time I'm going to be gone.
This sun pendant would be much better than the pen. She would be so happy if you got her one.
The sun was the king in the ancient times.
It used to represent death as well.
Let's go.
Why did I buy this?
This is something that I can't calculate.
Why are you here?
Didn't Secretary Kim tell you?
What?
I asked Secretary Kim for a favor and he said you would have it, and he told me to come talk to you about it.
Secretary Kim couldn't have seen this...
I bought this on my own.
But you do have it, right?
Excuse me.
It's not for you.
I'm not giving it to you.
What are you talking about?
An amulet.
An amulet? You bought an amulet because you're scared of ghosts, too?
I have a couple at home.. you could have just asked me.
Then why are you here?
To solve Louis Jang's problem.
I met his wife...
She came here with me now...
Why did you come here with her?
I had to make something together...
I needed an oven and Secretary Kim told me to come and talk to you.
I thought you knew cause you opened the door.
That's it?
But... how much did you pay for that amulet?
I don't know. The oven is over in that room. Use it as much as you want.
Okay.
Do I put this in?
I got so startled thinking she came for this,
I let her into this kitchen.
Are you done cracking the walnuts?
I'm cracking!
Walnut, you're having a very luxurious time...
Do you know how expensive this is?
I heard Louie Jang is a very sensitive person.
Before the concert, he only moved according to each time on his schedule.
And the person who took care of that all was his wife.
When he's practicing he hates the smell of food, so he only eats the pecan pie which has a very strong scent.
His wife, like a shadow, always took care of her picky husband.
If I make this pie with his wife's recipe, maybe he'll forgive Kang Woo's mistake.
So doing all of this is for Kang Candy?
Because of me talking about ghosts, Kang Woo got really scared.
You said the sweet Kang Candy turned out to be bitter.
You still want to help him?
I accepted his apology and
I told him something he really didn't want to know. So I'm kind of sorry.
Also isn't it a loss to you if he doesn't perform?
That's why I cracked the walnuts.
Is the thickness of the crust okay?
Oh more thinner?
Why is she so picky?
Why did you touch me? ! ?
I was talking to her and now she's gone!
Are you irritated with me right now?
When was the time that you asked me to touch you because you didn't want to see the ghost and now you're mad at me for making her disappear?
I'm sorry.
I was just surprised that she disappeared while I was talking to her.
No, it's because he's so picky, he won't eat it if the taste changes slightly.
I'm sorry.
Just take one drink and let the lady in so she can make it.
I heard that that's kind of dangerous...
If I'm not careful, I could have my body completely taken over.
Are you listening to my heart?
From now on don't ever drink alcohol.
Are you looking
If it's that dangerous, don't do anything like that.
At my tears?
Yes.
Onlyonein thisworld
Oh, you're back?
What do I
- Yes. Only one.
Forme,it canonlybeyou.
Please be careful.
Honey and cinnamon?
Okay.
Youmakeme go crazy,you .
Youmakeme cry,you .
Closeenoughto holdyourhands,butwhenIdo,you disappear likethewind
Kang Woo!
Salary man!
I heard you caused trouble.
Are you worried you might get fired?
Leave me alone, Goddess.
Just get fired.
I would like it if you became my personal security guard.
You don't think about how the other party feels at all?
You only say and care about you're own feelings?
I really can't figure you out.
I was worried that you would lose your line of food (money to buy food).
I was saying that to comfort you.
Do you feel offended?
Ah, I really can't understand Salary Man's thoughts.
You, if someone from another world likes you, how would you feel?
I would try to not like them.
If that doesn't work?
You should keep jumping in.
If something you never thought of scares you unexpectedly, do you think you could handle it?
You just like them more.
If you like someone too much, you're eyes flip inside out.
If you like them enough for your eyes to flip inside out, then would scary things come into your eyes?
That's true.
I just have to like them more.
I try to visualize you.
It's easy.
I don't like you enough to flip my eyes inside out you know.
That's a relief.
What I mean to you.
I came because I was worried, but he leaves after saying what he wants?
If I follow you, I'm crazy.
I'm not that much.
I'm not..
I am not.
I'm always here.
If I call him, he'd come right?
If we called him at this time, he'd probably be very mad.
If this doesn't help, performance or whatever, it's the end.
Because the CEO is a special person to me.
It'll be okay.
Life is like a problem that hasn't been solved.
Like how you and I met.
It was about big sun?
Shit.
I told him to like her more..
I...
Because you're not here, I don't think I'll be able to do the performance.
What do you have to show me at this time?
In here, the number of pecans is the same as the number of black keys on a piano.
Also, the number of folds in the crust is the same as the number of white keys on a piano.
You need to eat this to avoid making any mistakes during your performance, right?
How do you know that?
That's a rule that only my wife and I know.
Your wife told me.
When you were trying to hurt your fingers on purpose, your wife asked for help, and Kang Woo ended up helping you.
Then... are you saying that my wife...
She was... watching me?
Your fingers didn't get hurt, and they move just fine, right?
You...
You can see my wife?
Let me see her.
At the least, let me speak to her.
You're saying she's here, but I can't see or feel her!
Once, just once, let me see my wife.
She died so suddenly, so unexpectedly...
I wasn't able to be with her at the end.
You, had nothing to do with my hand getting injured.
I'm sorry.
It's good to hear that you're not hurt.
But... why did you come here to tell me that?
The person who forwarded me my wife's messages... asked me to apologize to you.
Didn't your wife pass away?
My wife was here all along, staying by my side.
Now, I am certain of that.
I'm going to put on a perfect performance, since my wife is here, next to me.
When a person dies unexpectedly, the person who remains sometimes have a difficult time accepting the death.
I think that's how Louis Jang feels.
You even baked him a pie, and he said he was going to put on a good performance, so... you don't need to worry about him.
You... are you okay hugging and holding random people?
That man, he's clinging onto you!
What was I supposed to do when he looked so sad?
If I didn't interrupt, you would have hugged and cried with him all night!
You worry so much about other people. Don't you worry about yourself?
What about me?
Tomorrow.
Starting tomorrow, I'll be gone from your world for a week. Aren't you worried about that?
The only person who can hug and hold your hand is disappearing...
Aren't you nervous?
These days, the ghosts aren't quite the same as before.
When they used to crowd around me, I was scared.
But since I've had some peace,
It's kind of okay seeing them.
Is that so?
Then, I wonder why you took my favorite ballpoint pen?
Ballpoint pen.
Give it back.
I didn't think Secretary Kim was going to tell.
Oh it isn't here?
I guess I have lost it!
Deduct it from my salary.
Fine Tae Gong Shil, just take that pen and get lost!
Oh, teacher! I was waiting for you.
I'm going to pick out my outfit for the performance. My wife will select it for me.
Since I can't see or hear her in person, you'll have to help me.
What are you doing?
I'm busy preparing for the performance!
What?
My wife always used to listen and give me feedback on my final rehearsal.
Please tell me what she says.
The person who passed along my wife's messages, asked me to apologize to you.
Ruyi Jang's dead wife... Is Tae Gong Shil seeing her?
That's right.
Thanks to her, you were able to get out of that mess.
I saw you guys coming here together.
CEO Joo, do you believe in her world and understand it?
Tae Gong Shil has a unique radar, and I'm using her for that.
If that's so hard to accept, pretend you didn't know anything.
When you say, "using" her...
Are you saying you're making her see Cha Hee Joo?
That's right.
Then, just as that pianist is using her to see his dead wife, you're using Tae Gong Shil, as well.
And that's why you've kept her by your side.
It's not that Tae Gong Shil is special to you, but you're just using her to see someone special...
Isn't that right?
Right.
Then, I'll be going.
10 billion won radar...
I've calculated her worth correctly, but hearing him say that I'm just like that pianist...
Doesn't feel too good.
But's he's right...
Yes.
She wants you to dress up like this.
It's just my wife's taste.
You know... I'm not your wife.
I don't think I can help you change in place of her...
You're right.
Without being through you, it would be great to be able to meet her directly.
I'll go change.
Your husband is very picky.
Gong Shil! I brought the cinnamon tea.
The cinnamon aroma is...
This is good enough, right?
He likes it very strong.
Wha.. what is this?
Is someone... here again?
She's the wife of the pianist who will perform here today.
I'm assisting him in place of her.
I have to give it to him in that glass?
Hey, what do you think you're doing?
He says he has to have his wife by his side to finish his performance successfully.
He's so picky that I'd rather have his wife come inside me and help him directly.
Hey, hey, hey! What are you saying, really!
You said once they came into you, there's a chance that they won't ever go out.
Well, as for that, as long as I hold on to my consciousness... such thing won't ever happen.
Gong Shil. Just tell him to drink this, and let's go, okay?
But apparently there's something else I need to do for him right before the concert.
Hold this for a second.
Huh?
Right. The business trip...
Huh?
Hold on...
Hey!
Master.
It's time to leave.
Alright.
There's an ahjussi who always sits next to that trash can.
Just a moment.
Mister, who's there.
Are you close to Tae Gong Shil?
I will throw this out here.
Tell that friend to pick it up, or not.
Why don't we rest here for a bit?
Why is it doing that?
Let's just go.
He left already...
The pill I used to take to fall asleep without you... will summon you.
You in this dress.
I will be able to see in a bit.
Where did you go?
There was someone I needed to see, so I went there for a moment.
Have a tea.
Me?
Having a tea...
You should be able to do in place of her.
The cinnamon aroma is very strong.
Even though I feel alone and sad, I don't cry.
I keep putting up with it. Just put up with it. Why would I cry?
CEO
This woman is ready.
When will you come, dear?
We're checked in.
Let's go in.
Check his fingers one more time at the concert.
I saw them moving well.
We came here to see how your condition is.
I'm in perfect condition now.
Because this person is here.
Who is this person...?
Bang Shil...
Ba...
Bang Shil...
Bang Shil?
She's my everlasting muse who enables me to do music.
I won't be able to say farewell to you after the concert.
We're heading to France right after.
You need to see me in rehearsal.
Let's go.
Bang Shil dressed in a blanket... is Louie Jang's muse?
Since when?
What in the world is she?
Isn't that Miss Tae Gong Shil?
She looks like a different person being dressed like that.
She does.
What's the matter?
Did you... break up with Tae Gong Shil?
Did you call me to talk about that stuff? To someone going on a business trip?
Tae Gong Shil is with Louie Jang right now!
Is that right?
I guess she ended up going without being able to decline.
Do you know, too?
Is Tae Gong Shill really,
Louie Jang's muse?
What?
She looked like a different person.
Oh, are you also aware that she's going to France with him?
Where is she going?
She's going with Louie Jang.
They say they're going right after the concert.
I'm so happy you came back.
If we leave like this, we should be able to live like before.
Someone may recognize you and stop us.
I will finish the concert by myself, so I want you to go and hide at home.
I will finish the concert by myself, so you hurry and go now.
Louie.
See, you can do it alone, without me.
Well, it's because the situation is urgent now.
That's right.
People can change when the circumstances change.
I'm not here any more.
So you should change as well.
But you're here.
I only borrowed her temporarily.
To make you come to your senses for the last time.
I was a little pleased to see you become a fool without me.
I always lived stuck to you like a shadow.
If I saw you living normally without me,
I would have felt upset.
Because I made you stuffy...
Is that why you left me?
Is that it?
The fact that your heart suddenly stopped beating...
I couldn't stand the fact that it was because me.
I couldn't let you go without finding a different reason!
Because I lived for you while my heart was beating.
Me whose heart stopped beating.
Please let it go.
You made me prepare everything for you with my own hands.
But, to the final splendid stage, you went up alone, didn't you?
Now do all that by yourself.
It's not that you're extremely sensitive, but you're just very lazy.
Fix it.
Honey...
Honey...
Master went to China, though.
Tae Gong Shil.
You're here, Mr. Joo Joong Won.
Are you the wife who came to my house and made me crack walnuts?
Are you here to save Tae Yang?
I'm here, so it's time for you to leave.
If I just leave, I can't tell you the secret, though.
Aren't you curious?
What she thinks of you?
This is good.
Are you asking if I like that person?
Is it that obvious?
But he already has someone he likes a lot.
So my feelings are a secret. A secret.
I can tell you the secret I know.
I don't want to know.
Why?
Because you're afraid you won't be able to do any more calculations once you knew?
You already can't do the calculations, so why do you still keep her by your side?
I'm curious about your secret as well, so I don't want to leave her body.
Take a good look at it, and get lost.
♫ When my fingertips brush you, ♫
♫ The warmth spreads to my icy heart. ♫
♫ Although I want to secretly approach and lean on you. ♫
♫Yourdistanceisn 'tgettinganycloser.♫
♫ I can't even touch you. ♫
♫ I can't even hug you.♫
♫ Lonely love. ♫
♫ Yes, I love you as I was destined to. ♫
♫ I am feeling you. ♫
♫ You can touch my heart. ♫
♫Althoughwiththe two handsreachingoutIwanttoholdon to you, ♫
♫ It seems you're farther away. ♫
Tae Gong Shil.
Are you okay?
Kang Woo, I think I fell asleep here.
Wasn't CEO Joo Joong Won here?
He was?
He went on a business trip, though.
Omo! What is this?
Why am I wearing this?
You don't remember being with Louie Jang?
Something must have gone wrong.
What did I do?
Are you sure you are okay?
Let me take you home.
Is Tae Yang alright?
I am not alright.
You tried hard to keep that woman beside me, didn't you?
You knew?
Why did you do that?
It was good to see you change.
As long as she's beside me,
I will continue to change, won't I?
I... don't want to change.
After 1 week
He should be back today.
One week was long... He didn't even answer the phone.
What brings you to talk to me out of the blue?
Yes?
Something's there?
What is this?
Mr. CEO did? Really?
This is the sun...
So pretty.
Miss Tae Gong Shil!
Have you heard?
What?
You don't know yet...
Well, it just happened so fast.
What did?
Master... arrived from China just now.
Really?
Hear what I have to say before you go...
She'll be in shock if she just goes like that.
Deep trouble.
Secretary Kim!
Is the CEO here?
Ah, yes. He's coming in.
Did you have a good time?
Well, but...
Secretary Kim.
Yes.
Did you tell this lady, too?
Not yet.
Miss Tae Gong Shil. Please congratulate Joong Won when you see him.
Our Joong Won... No, CEO Joo... will get married.
Ah, here he comes.
That lady is the lady who will marry our CEO Joo.
♫ Wherever you are and whatever you're doing♫
Thoughts of you have changedmy days and nights.
I get dizzy,my head spins whenever I see you for just even a moment.
How much more do I have to love youbefore you know my feelings?
How much more time should passbefore you love me?
Because I always have so many tears,Because I am a fool who can't speak,
[Preview]my heart hurts.
I really hate a mean jerk like you!
Are you saying Cha Hee Joo is alive?
I think she's still somewhere close.
Who are you?
Did you call on me?
I'll depend on you.
Then I'll leave first before you say, "Get lost!"
Wait! Get lost!
Do you think you're important enough to influence my marriage?
I shouldn't be a Candy.
You're being ignored...
I can't do without CEO though...
Aren't you ill?
I like him though...
Don't go next to him.
I think he'll let me be next to him.
Why didn't you come to me?
I think I'm going to go.
Subtitles brough to you by The I See Dead People Team @ Viki
Oh, there they are.
That woman is the one who will be marrying CEO Joo.
Nice to see you, Miss Seo Yeon.
Nice to see you.
Nice to see you, too.
Let's head on upstairs.
Is that woman an employee here?
She keeps looking at us.
Stop looking at her and go quickly.
I can't stand it.
You go ahead.
Have you been doing well for the past week?
You don't look too bad.
For me, it was hell.
Mr. CEO, are you really getting married?
Aren't you curious?
Don't you want to know how she feels about you?
What secret?
I can see right through her.
Can you... see something?
Something that is just as scary as the ghosts you see.
CEO, are you trying to avoid me?
Are you getting married so that you don't have to see me again?
Tae Gong Shil, do you think that you mean something to me, enough that it'll affect my wedding?
No.
Then, you don't have the right to ask me "why."
And I don't have an obligation to give you an answer, right?
Yes.
Episode 10
Your aunt already went upstairs.
Let's go.
As I've told you already, I hate people touching my body.
Even if you're about to trip and fall, try to avoid touching me.
Our Master is so cold and rude, even to his fiancé!
If he's not even going to let her touch him, why is he getting married?
I wish he had given me a head's up. How could he even not answer my phone call?
Tae Gong Shil.
Kang Woo.
Did you not know about CEO Joo Joong Won's wedding?
Yes.
I'm a little surprised... the news of it was so sudden.
The night of Louis Jang's concert...
CEO Joo came here, instead of going on his business trip, right?
When you two met that night, did something happen?
Did he come that night?
Then, the person I saw that night... was Mr. CEO?
I guess I was right. He did come here to see you.
That night, I was almost out of my mind.
I really wasn't myself.
I think the ghost wife met Mr. CEO when she was still inside my body.
What did they talk about?
What secret?
I can see right through her.
She must have told him my secret!
Secret?
I think she told him that I like Mr. CEO!
Oh, no!
Even though you need her for your business, is it really okay to use "marriage" to get what you want?
It's okay.
I've used my brains to calculate the risks, and I've come up with a good answer.
Tae Yang seemed very surprised and a little thrown off by the news.
What are you going to do?
The reason why I can't figure out an answer when it comes to her is because... instead of being in my head, she was inside somewhere else.
I was surprised like hell to realize this, but I've come to accept it.
If so, you need to tell that person how you feel.
Also, tell her that you're not really getting married.
I don't want to do that.
Secretary Kim. The reason why I still don't-
The reason why I can't read...
The problem isn't here, but rather, the problem is over here.
I want to live using my head, which works just fine.
Since Tae Yang is a person who can see ghosts and souls, don't you think she'll be able to see your issues and embrace them?
Then, when I die, I'll become a ghost... and I'll go visit her when that happens.
I think he's trying to get rid of me.
But I can't live without him!
Tae Gong Shil, your hideout... is he the only one?
Does it have to be him?
He's my one and only hideout in this world.
I just got his permission to stay by his side after begging like crazy!
Saying he's getting married and keeping a woman by his side... that means... he's telling you not to stay by his side as a woman.
Now that he's getting married, if he knew that I liked him, he would ask me to get lost.
Right? You said you liked him.
Being ignored like this... doesn't it hurt?
In your world, I'm Candy, and Mr. CEO is Prince Charming on a white horse, right?
But in my world, I'm just a ghost radar, and Mr. CEO is a shelter where I can hide.
I can't be Candy.
Because... he has no intention of being Prince Charming.
But, I can still be useful as a radar, so I think he'll let me stay by his side.
I think I should go see him.
Mr. CEO... congratulations on your engagement.
What?
Earlier, I was too surprised... and I couldn't tell you something important.
Congratulations on your engagement, and I wish you happiness.
You're being scary. Why are you saying this?
Mr. CEO, since you're about to become someone's sweet home, you may be uncomfortable with having a shelter.
But... instead of getting rid of it,
How about leaving it underground, at about the 2nd level below ground?
If you do that, I'll use it lightly, from time to time, without making you feel uncomfortable.
Can I do that? Sweethome?
Idon 'tlikesweetstuff .
If not, please give birth to a son!
Give birth to a son who has the same powers as you.
and if you let me take care of him.
You come in here out of the blue, and you're going too far with this.
Telling me to give birth to a son...
Tae Gong Shil, are you acting like this because of the secret you told the nutcracker ghost?
Did that wife tell you my secret?
No, I didn't hear about it. If it was a secret, it means you wanted to hide it from me, so I didn't dig further.
I politely refused, saying that I wouldn't hear about it.
You're thankful, right?
Is that what you did?
But it really wasn't anything.
I didn't hear about it, but seeing how you act, it's so obvious.
You're being so awkward that I'm beginning to suspect whether you even have the will to keep it a secret.
Bursting in here, saying "congratulations", "I wish you happiness"...
What you're doing is exactly what that famous girl, one who says "I won't cry even when lonely or sad"...
You're following her pattern! You're being just like her (Candy)!
Never mind. This may actually make it easier.
Making the effort to congratulate me, telling me that you'll move into the basement of my sweet home... and since you're also saying you'll be my son's (little hideout) nanny;
so that you won't be embarrassed, I'll act as if I didn't see or hear anything.
You're good.
It seems like you're misunderstanding something, but that person I said I liked to that wife isn't you.
It's someone else.
You know who it is!
I like... very sweet things.
Also, all this time, I stayed next to you despite all the bad things you said because you were my hideout.
As a woman, I hate men like you! Men who are mean and rude!
Fine. I'm grateful that I'm not your type!
Then, I'll leave before you tell me to get lost.
Those words... they made me feel terrible.
Wait!
Get lost.
If you were going to make an excuse, you should have made up a different one.
Out of all things, why did it have to be Candy Kang?
Tae Gong Shil, the VP's wife is looking for you.
For Louis Jang to introduce you to us as his muse,
I guess you must have an eye for art. I asked you to come so you can take a look at this.
Open it and take it out.
This one?
It's a vase.
This is an engagement present for Joong Won sent by her family.
It might be a little crass to speak of money, but it's extremely expens...
Ahh...
Do you know how expensive this is?
I'm sorry. I was surprised.
I guess you'd be surprised.
I guess this item is too much for you to handle, am I correct?
What if you'd broken it?
Even the thought is scary, isn't it?
You're probably thinking, "I shouldn't have touched it."
Yes.
That kind of stuff... don't touch them, they're bad.
What?
-Tae Gong Sil.
Calling something like this "stuff" is a little...
It's a very valuable white porcelain.
It's because people now keep saying it's so valuable, but really... it was probably just once a water container.
Please don't keep saying, "This is too valuable for just anyone to handle."
It will turn rude and arrogant.
What?
Are you saying that to me? ! ?
Well...
I'm just speaking about the vase.
That's right.
By analogy to this vase, "Don't try to touch our Joong Won and break off the marriage."
I'm saying this nicely to you, but what?
Rude and arrogant?
I'm sorry.
I was just talking about this vase.
This was originally just a water container.
But the person looking at it... can keep putting their heart in and weird things can come out.
Once you are bewitched in the wrong way, the only recourse would be to break it.
Are you not understanding because I'm saying it nicely?
Are you saying that you're going to do whatever it takes to sabotage Joo Won's marriage?
You're really dangerous!
I think you don't understand because you can't see it...
I even went and congratulated him on the engagement...
If you mishandle this vase, it could be extremely dangerous, so please be careful.
That really should be destroyed...
Someone will get bewitched.
Bang Shil... fighting!
Scary things will come around?
Bewitched?
Bang Shil's talking about herself, isn't she?
You got dragged into the Vice President's office?
It was a little scary.
What.. did she throw an envelope full of money at you?
No...
I saw a ghost.
I warned them but they couldn't comprehend what I said.
Is that so?
You! People keep misunderstanding and say that you were rejected by the CEO.
I guess my advances are seen as being Candy to other people.
At times like this, only ghosts understand my story.
The marriage has been announced now...
You'll get rid of her, right?
I have no intention of that. I brought up marriage so that I can safely keep her.
You're going to let her stay by your side?
Is she refusing to leave?
I'm not letting her go.
Because I can't not see her, for now, I'm securing a safe distance with the marriage, and
I'm going to keep seeing her.
Until when?
Until I don't want to see her anymore.
Was she scared because of this?
We told her it was extremely expensive, and she almost broke it in surprise.
She wouldn't have been surprised that it was expensive...
Is something attached to it?
Joong Won! Do you know how much this is?
Because boasting about money won't scare her, in the future, don't do that.
He really!
CEO Joo... fighting!
Big Tae Yang is dating the CEO of Kingdom?
As if!
CEO Joo is marrying the daughter of Seo Jin Group.
Really?
Mi Kyung, who works at Kingdom Hotel, says she saw them doing an event together.
He's just playing her a bit.
Frankly, even playing around, their statuses are very incompatible.
Why?
What's wrong with big Tae Yang?
She's smart, pretty, good at sports, and has a good personality.
Honestly, was she the big Tae Yang for no reason?
I thought that Kingdom's CEO was someone who fits well with big Tae Yang.
You have to see her to come to your senses!
Do you want to meet her? Let's pick a date.
You're going to be surprised.
Are you alright?
What did you see in the porcelain?
Isn't it that something scary followed you?
It didn't follow me.
But it's something dangerous, so please warn them to be careful.
They didn't seem to understand me.
Why didn't you come to me?
If you came to me because you needed me, I said I wouldn't avoid you.
After telling me to leave the safety hideout as it is in the 2nd level basement in the sweet home, why didn't you use it?
Can I be honest?
If you can, go ahead.
I was afraid the person I like would misunderstand.
Are you going to keep insisting that that person is Candy Kang?
Are you going to keep misunderstanding it to be you?
Misunderstanding?
In a manwha movie I saw before, struck by lightning, I was a wolf who met a sheep.
In order for the wolf to live, it must eat the goat,
But because she loved the sheep, she couldn't eat and almost starved to death.
In order to survive, he should see it as something to eat,
She's not supposed to look at the sheep as someone she loves, so he's kind of stupid, right?
I won't do that type of thing.
So, you're saying that your "wolf" thinks of this "sheep"... as a food source?
Yes.
That's why you shouldn't keep asking if the wolf likes the goat.
Alright, then.
Let's say the wolf was like that. What about the goat?
In the movie, the goat also likes the wolf.
Then what happens?
The goat likes the wolf so much that it says,
"Wolf, just eat me."
That goat must be crazy.
When the wolf likes the goat... ♫ When my fingertip brushes you, ♫
♫Thewarmthspreadstomy icyheart. ♫
♫ I can't even touch you. ♫
Don't you want to know her secret?
I don't want to know.
Why?
Are you afraid you can't make calculations if you know?
♫ Lonely Love. Yes, I love you.♫
Yes.
Should I have listened so I can know for sure...?
Ah, I don't know.
Don't know.
The elder said that if his son is really getting married, he will adjust his schedule and return earlier.
About this wedding, what am I supposed to report?
To tell you the truth, this wedding is fake.
It's business for both sides.
If I accept your proposal, does the owner of Sejin Group change?
I didn't come here for a study, but on an exile.
Once I return to Korea with the marriage as an excuse, avoiding my step-mother's control,
I'm going to find my bed-ridden father's bank account under a different name.
I... will turn Sejin Holding Company into Sejin Cement Corporation.
The excuse of marriage, will a week be enough?
If you help me, I will help you expand Kingdom's business in Shanghai by providing you with Sejin's support.
I will give you the wings so that you can fly.
That proposal...
I will accept it.
After one week, the wedding could become something that never happened.
Tell the Chairman that he doesn't need to try too hard to change his schedule.
Does Tae Gong Shil know the truth?
She doesn't.
To her, before CEO Joong Won explains it, don't mention it first.
I understand.
I prefer a simple white porcelain vase to a flashy celadon (green-glazed) vase.
It's just like a dignified scholar.
Don't just touch it recklessly. She said it's not good to touch it.
Just look at it.
That's a ridiculous story.
Honey, what do you think you are doing?
I mean what about it?
No one's around anyway.
What about me?
I told you that I hate undignified people!
Go scratch in the bathroom.
I get it.
How did I fall for a man like that?
When he wasn't even my type.
I liked men who were like dignified scholars.
Who are you?
A gentle, virtuous scholar like you is calling on me?
When are you going to fix this annoying sleeping habit?
I've always been doing this, but why are you suddenly saying that now?
Before...
You told me it was cute that I sleep like a little kid.
Not being decent...
Go sleep in another room!
I was meeting a noble scholar (in my dream).
Why that kick?
Who did you meet?
I'm going to the VP's office now.
Let's go together.
No, I think it's best for you to not come with me.
Is there a ghost?
I saw something there.
That's why I wanted to go to check on it.
So if you just give me the keys, I'll just go by myself.
Let's go together.
If I don't check it well, I won't be able to pass by the Vice President's office anymore.
I'll bring the keys.
Let's go.
Are you going to stay here?
Due to the business trip, there's a lot of work piled up.
Secretary Kim you finished all your work, so you can go.
Yes.
Taeyang is still here, but should we go out together?
No...
I guess Kang Woo will probably take her.
He's saying it so I could hear him, but
I didn't hear anything.
What is this?
Did she already leave?
Kang Woo...
You can hold me if you're scared.
Ok then...
I'll lean on you.
I don't want to hold on like a kid.
I am used to this posture.
Ok.
But please loosen your grip.
Alright...
I will.
Where should we look?
The vase isn't here.
No ghosts either.
They aren't there?
Tae Gong Shil, you aren't scared?
I'm scared, too.
I'm just more used to it than you.
Were you living in hiding for so long because you were scared?
I was just living in hiding but... after I met Mr. CEO it got a lot better.
My life started becoming different since I found a breathing space.
The CEO is... giving you something that I could never give.
But he's getting married now.
I don't think I can keep staying by his side.
After a week, this could be something that never happened.
Miss Tae Gong Shil, why don't you test yourself to see if you really need him or not?
Even when he wasn't here, you came to work and endured it well.
But, I don't know if I'll be able to not stick to him when he's right next to me
Give yourself about a week, and please think about it well.
If you decide that you are fine without him, even if the situation changes,
don't go back to him.
It will hurt.
Wait for me and we'll go together.
I heard there's a nice ramyun shop near our building...
There's something there though.
Then, you direct me to a place without them.
The kimbap place next to it has nothing.
But it also has no taste...
The kimbap place sounds better.
Hold it...
Is Kang Woo not here?
The Chief is out somewhere...
We see you a lot.
Since I see you often, do I also look like a neighborhood girl to you?
No you're a goddess of course.
Appearing in our security office, a goddess.
What is that?
It's the Chief's.
It's cute...
I'm sorry, but a picture?
If you keep doing this... you won't be able to go.
What is this?
Kang Woo...
You're so cute!
Did you just do this because you were scared?
Do it again.
That's enough.
Why are you here again?
There might be an article about you and me.
We got our photos taken in the subway.
I'm meeting with a close reporter tomorrow...
If you come with me and have some beer, you can become a bodyguard.
And if I feel like it... you'll come out as my boyfriend.
That article will become number one.
I'm going to the kimbap place with Tae Gong Shil later...
You should come along and eat Korean yellow radish next to her since you're friends.
Kang Woo!
It got on well.
Let's go!
Let's show Gong Shil, too.
This color... and this color are the same.
Is that right?
Let's go next time to eat kimbap.
Yes, I understand.
I'll go first then.
Mr. CEO didn't leave yet?
He's not here?
OH MY GOD!
I thought you were a ghost!
It would be better if I was a ghost.
Without having to be worried about anyone else... and being concerned for only yourself...
If you were a ghost, you would have to hold on to me instead of me holding on to you.
I'm really popular among the ghosts.
When they see me,
I actually seem like the sun.
I'm not even a ghost but why am I like this?
What?
Come in...
Sit.
Tae Gong Shil, do you just want to be Candy?
Come out of hostage, I'll get you a house.
You might need a car, choose one.
Do you want to study more? Then do it.
I'll let you.
Is there a big ghost that you need to find?
Tae Gong Shil, normally people say either "Thank you." or "Why are you being like this?"
I don't need a big house because then there's a lot of room for ghosts to hide.
And for the car, I do have my license, but I'm scared that something might come out so I don't need it.
And I'm thinking about studying, but
I think I'll be able to take a test even when there are ghosts.
You're giving me answers that I can't calculate at all.
The relationship that you and I have...
I want to set things straight.
With no money and being frugal, you push away, and stick to a man with a lot of money.
And people around you are telling you that it won't work out.
If I buy you a house or a car, you either act cute or get upset.
Do it the easy way.
You, who talk about ghosts in a porcelain vase when my aunt is trying to embarrass and insult you, you're hard to understand.
Just be simple and be Candy.
Then I, for sure, can get rid of you.
If you're curious about the end, I'm not scared.
Then you're saying that you can easily push me away?
If I go into your world, and become your one and only person, if that happens, I can't tell you to get lost.
So, to make it easier for me to deal with you, be Candy, and... with me, let's play in here.
Okay? If I become Candy, then that means I'll have to leave when you tell me to get lost.
I don't want to do it.
Then what do you want me to do?
I tell you I'm getting married, and you tell me to make a shelter for you at the B2 floor.
I tell you to be Candy, but you say you don't want to accept gifts and leave in return.
You want me to become a sheep and expect me to say "Hunt me, and eat me"
I don't expect anything like that.
Why is it so hard for you?
Is it a burden that I might like you?
I don't like you.
Just like how we caught the water ghost at the hotel,
I'll just go catch the porcelain ghost.
There are none here. Go home.
Let's go.
Look at this.
After hearing all that, you don't say
"Why are you doing this" or "What do you think you're doing"
Truthfully, on the way here, I saw a very scary ajumma.
Let's go.
Where did you see her?
At the entrance, I think it's her first time here.
I guess I have to keep holding you hand.
If you're uncomfortable, it's okay if we just hold fingers.
While I was on my business trip, did you see any other scary things?
There was.
But I endured by holding onto your ballpoint pen.
Pen?
Oh, as an amulet.
Mr. CEO, I've been thinking...
Since I was kind of okay, spending a week away from you with just that pen...
So when the time comes, before you tell me to get lost
I think I can leave first
So don't worry too much.
There will be an end.
Necklace...
I don't think she picked it up.
Am I really that... burdensome?
Everyone, pay attention. After China, it is America.
I'll give you three minutes of time.
Those of you who can't keep pace, go work for Giant mall.
Secretary Kim.
Keep an eye on Giant mall's construction plan.
Make all of it into mirrors.
Make it pretty.
Everyone got it?
I heard that girl and the CEO, together slept in a suite room.
A Suite room?
They even borrowed the whole swimming pool.
Who?
Over there.
But I heard she got dumped.
Because he's marrying someone else.
Of course. I knew it would happen.
I knew it was going to be like this.
But I'm still kind of jealous.
What are you jealous of?
Are they talking about me?
Even I would marry someone else.
Seonbeenim (scholar) how can you have such good thoughts, and be so graceful?
This is good.
Try it.
How vulgar and repulsive.
Why are you being like this again?
You called me dirty earlier for going to the bathroom.
Why you keep hating everything I do?
A man be such a flake.
I lost my appetite. Her name is also Gong Shil.
I knew Dooly, I guess there was a Gong Shil too?
You seem tired these days, so for Gong Shil to have strength take Gong Shil.
Thank you.
She kind of looks like Dooly.
Gong Shil's boyfriend is Dooly.
Really?
Please take care of Gong Shil.
Okay, I'll reserve the restaurant.
I'll see you later.
Is this your office?
It's so tiny,
I heard all our classmates from high school are having a gathering.
Everyone's wondering about you. Can't you feel it?
I'll go.
I think I need to go to places like that.
Really?
When we decide the place and time, I'll let you know.
I'm asking this because I'm really curious,
What's your relationship with CEO Joo Joong Won?
Just look at it as you see it.
I heard that you got rejected.
If it looked like that, I guess it is...
That's too bad.
CEO Joo Joong Won has been known for that first love curse,
The wedding was broken several times, but I think this time he will actually marry.
Too bad the curse got broken just about the same time you tried to win him over.
I know right..
What's that?
Gong Shil, her name is Gong Shil too.
Is this Dooly's copycat?
No, her boyfriend is Dooly.
Yes, I will go to the airport on time.
Okay. I'll see you then.
If I go in this time, I think I might be there for a long while.
Are you going to find this woman?
If she's alive, I need to find her.
Joo Woong,
The saying that he's under Cha Hee Joo's curse, that rumor spread every time wedding was mentioned.
This time how it's going to be, there will be a lot of talk going around.
To the CEO Cha Hee Joo isn't a curse but a pain.
If it's a pain, he supposed to look for someone to cure it.
Maybe it is a real curse..
He kicks everyone out, not letting anyone near.
That's right.
And he always goes "get lost"
A person who says he will not change, and a person who will not go away no matter how much you kick them away.
If they come together, who do you think will win?
Are you talking about CEO and me?
I'm on your side.
I heard tomorrow you're going to a class meeting.
Where's the location?
Tomorrow, the meeting with Sejin group Park Sung Ji has been planned.
It's been almost a week, but are you sure you want to cancel it?
Are you not planning to continue?
I know everything about what Secretary Kim is thinking.
I'm not going to tell you.
Honey.
Why is this person doing this to me lately?
We have to break that though...
Since this is President Joo's fiance's gift, leave this here.
Is aunt really wierd?
After bringing this, she completely ignores me and when I tell her to do something, she says that she's tired and can't do it.
She even told me that she doesn't want to see my face. She's not the type of person to do that though...
According to that miss, if something happens, we should break this but even though things are weird, this isn't something that should be broken just from listening to those words.
Tae Gong Sil said to break this?
Yes she did.
But still,
President Joo isn't breaking his wedding, so why should we break this?
President Joo, you take responsibility for this.
After breaking this, I should say to take responsibility.
You said to break this. Do I really have to?
Is your aunt not feeling well?
She's in a really bad state.
She's in a critical state and can't even get up.
Then do I break this or not?
Then you're supposed to break it...
If this breaks, you know that the wedding gets cancelled too, right?
Do I break it or not?
You can't really break those things though...
They said aunt is in a very bad state... that she's almost dying.
She's the only aunt I have though...
Then you have to break it...
Then it's decided.
We're trusting your words and breaking this.
If the wedding breaks too, then you take responsibility.
Why do I have to take responsibility for that?
Because of you, she's dying so we break it.
No!
Honey! Honey!
What?
What?
What's wrong?
Are you okay?
Are you okay?
What was that?
What was that? !
I don't see anything.
Gong Sil, you said to break it for the ghost but why was the reason changed to breaking the wedding?
For you, it wasn't like that, right?
To others, how they might see you next to him, I think I understand now.
What do I do?
Kang Woo ssi.
Is there something there?
It was Gong Sil to Gong Sil talking.
It's been almost a week. How do you feel?
Even though that person isn't here, do you think you'll be okay?
I'm not sure if it's okay for him to be gone, but
I now understand what it's like to be next to him.
Gong Sil, when both are together does it match well.
You said that you had a gathering today, right?
Sumo said that you were very nervous.
That's right.
It's been a really long time since I met my friends.
When girls meet together, they brag a lot about their boyfriends, right?
I guess so.
Then, Tae Gong Sil, you should also brag about your man.
Who?
Dooly?
At that spot, if Dooly shows up, all girls faint.
But rather than Dooly, I think liked Dochi more.
That won't do then.
If you want to talk about Dooly, then he should be there too.
You're going to the airport to escort the president, right?
Yes.
Then do you have an appointment?
Oh, with Tae Yang?
Yes.
Lee Hyun Joo has a loud mouth so you should tell her that Gong Sil and the president aren't in that type of relationship.
Who makes those rumors anyway?
I agree. I don't understand why people go around saying whatever they want nowadays.
Listening to some people, it seems like it was someone from the security team.
Really?
But does our security team have someone with that kind of cheap mouth?
You should figure it out, so I can give them my wrath.
When you figure it out, I won't ask for money for coffee.
Eat this.
Lee Hyun Joo is right here.
After lunch finishes, he said to come to the vice president's room.
Why would the vice president look for you?
I wonder too...
I wonder why.
Then go and found out who has the cheap mouth.
Then I'll be going. This is takeout.
Honey.
What again?
It sounds so powerful how you suck those noodles right in!
I fell for those sexy lips.
You must have gone crazy!
According to that miss, breaking that vase must really have had an effect.
But why did Joong Won break that fiance's really important gift?
I wonder.
Maybe he was thinking of breaking up the wedding...
Honey.
You said that hyungnim is coming in today, right?
It's been a year already.
He couldn't be coming to help Joong Won's wedding.
Maybe there's some other issue?
Kang Woo, it's been a long time.
Let's go.
Thanks to you, the problem's been solved.
If Kingdom's side doesn't mind, I want to continue this marriage.
It's unfortunate that we must stop here.
It's nothing to be unfortunate about.
It started out as a business deal, and we've gained a lot.
We should both calculate how big that is.
Yes it's been a long time. I come by a lot.
Oh, big Tae Yang!
Wow, it's been a really long time!
Hi!
Come here.
Are you okay?
What's wrong?
No! No, it's nothing. I'm okay.
Anyway, since we cancelled the wedding, I can't say let's see each other often.
If it's like this, then have I become President Joo's cursed love?
It's famous.
Kingdom's Joo President is stuck on a cursed dead first love.
It's been your fourth breakup (wedding cancelled), right?
I hope you get free from your curse next time.
That girl said that she was the fourth curse.
If we gather all the cursed women and play go stop, we could sell Kwangdo.
Even though we gather them, it won't be fun.
They all are pushed out by a dead girl.
A heart that no one accepts is cursed.
If it doesn't change, then it won't be freed either.
The reason why I kept you close to Joong Won is because of this piece of photograph.
This is Maria. I accidentally found this picture in Maria's old photo album.
Who do you think this other woman is?
That's Cha Hee Joo. Where is this place?
England?
Yes. A woman who doesn't just resemble but looks exactly the same was in England.
One year after Cha Hee Joo died.
Then, are you saying Cha Hee Joo is alive?
You said Joong Won met the dead Cha Hee Joo through the woman named Tae Gong Shil, right?
I found the living Cha Hee Joo in Europe.
Then, could Cha Hee Joo have been one of the twins?
That's the most possible scenario.
But I found something very strange.
What are these?
Those are the x-mas cards which the English person who took this picture exchanged these X-mas cards for 10 years.
She lived traveling many different places overseas.
Looking at the sent date sequence, she lived 3 years in LA, 4 years in New York, and 3 years in Peking.
My son stayed abroad after the kidnapping incident.
3 years in LA, 4 years in New York, 3 years in Peking.
Did this woman follow around CEO Joo Joong Won?
The last postcard had a message that she's returning to Korea.
That was 5 years ago, and after that, Joong Won came back to Korea and he's been living here since.
Do you think this woman is somewhere near CEO Joo Joong Won?
Yes.
I believe that Cha Hee Joo is alive, and she followed Joong Won after that incident, and she's still some place very close.
Who is she?
I haven't seen her around.
She moved here not too long ago.
It's Tae Gong Shil.
Ah... She said she was going to a school reunion. I guess it was here.
I heard your father just checked in the hotel.
Chief Kang Woo will be here soon.
Will you see him and listen to what he says?
I will talk to my father in person. You don't need to call Chief Kang Woo.
I didn't call him. Rather, he's coming here to see Tae Yang.
I guess he's going to join them.
Wow...
Tae Yang... will be pretty proud in front of her high school friends today.
Her boyfriend is so tall and good looking...
So you had an accident... How about now, are you okay?
Yes. I've gotten much better.
But... it's such a waste that you didn't get to graduate from that college, that school background.
Until what age can you go back to your study?
There's still time, but...
Gong Shil! Tell me about you.
You said you're working at Kingdom, right?
You...
The CEO there... is he really your boyfriend?
Tell them in detail what you told me.
How you made advances to him, and how you got rejected.
You're right. I met a man who's really rich and successful.
How?
On a heavy raining day, I got a ride in a very nice car.
But the person was Kingdom's CEO. I really wanted to see him again, so I went to visit him.
I felt like I had to hold on to him. So, I got a part-time job there, and followed him around.
When I told him I was alone and sad, he started looking at me.
The safety hideout came. Hide.
Whenever I was going through a hard time, he helped me, and stayed with me.
Ah, he even held an event for me by renting the whole hotel pool.
How do you see me after hearing my story?
Hey, we're so jealous!
I envy you.
And then what?
You know the ending is what's important.
That person is marrying a chaebol's daughter soon.
No wonder...
Still, I haven't gotten off of him, and I still hold on to him tightly.
Because I can never be separated from him.
That's a little...
I can't help it ever though I look shameless and pathetic.
Because, to me, he's the only one special person in the world.
That's me.
Tae Gong Shil. I came here after breaking off the marriage because of you.
So, you take the responsibility.
Let's go.
What are you doing here?
Now you're doing what I wanted to see from you. Then, is it my turn to act all charming?
My kid is pretty upset. To appease her, I'll treat you to this dinner.
Please have a fun and enjoyable time here.
My baby. Will you come with Oppa?
Let's go.
What the heck do they think they're doing?
Without the talks of radar and the safety hideout, people understand (the relationship between) you and me easily.
Stop it.
I get it now. This is me in your world.
Tae Gong Shil!
What's wrong?
What's wrong?
Did something happen?
I was taking her with me.
Kang Woo!
What's the matter?
Why is Tae Gong Shil acting that way?
Why did CEO Joo come here?
He said that he broke off the marriage because of her. And told her to take the responsibility.
What about you? Why are you here?
Did you come here because of her, too?
Yes.
Do you really like Tae Gong Shil?
Yes.
With this, you won't ever tell me to become your boyfriend again, right?
You said you would make the whole thing available and to use everything. I just need a small space to breathe in.
But are you that afraid that I would want something else?
Yes, I am. Can you really protect me without other thoughts?
After protecting me while looking at me strictly as a marble safety hideout, once you think you can live again, can you get lost on your own?
I told you I would. I'm like that even now.
Can I trust that?
Even though you just stomped me so horribly, if a scary thing suddenly pops out, I can immediately run straight into your arms.
I'm like that. It's not like you don't know that.
Fine. I'll trust you. From now on, I'm going to do whatever I want to do to make myself at ease.
From now on, you handle everything.
Thank you.
I can handle everything.
Is that right?
Then, start with handling this.
Tae Yang. I think I love you.
What will you do now?
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Tae Gong Shil.
I love you.
Episode 13.
I heard that this happened because he was with you?
I knew that I sensed something bad about you.
- I told you to stay away from him, didn't I!
- Honey.
Madame Joo.
How's my Joong Won doing?
His heart stopped for a moment during the operation but fortunately, his vitals are back to normal and we've been able to continue on with the operation.
Then, he's not dead?
President Joo is still alive?
He was fortunate that it didn't pierce his heart.
We were able to safely complete the surgery.
So, he didn't die after all.
I guess he just briefly stepped out of his body like that lady from the hotel.
I need to see him.
He thinks that he's dead.
I need to check and make sure that he's back safely.
What do you mean, he's dead?
How dare you say he's dead?
Don't ever... don't ever come near Joong Won again.
- Ms. Tae.
- How's President Joo?
He was able to complete his surgery safely.
Is he awake?
His aunt isn't by his bedside right now.
Even for a brief moment, why don't you go in and see him?
Thank you.
Following too deeply into your world is dangerous.
I've... already... fallen as far as I could fall.
I was so preoccupied with keeping my eyes on you.
I must've been completely entranced by you.
I'm sorry.
I'm sorry.
How's President Joo?
Is Tae Gong Shil still here?
I saw President Joo.
He thought he was dead. He came to say goodbye to me.
What if he doesn't come back?
I can see ghosts... but I can't call them out.
Darkness swallows up the light... and death will ultimately swallows up a life.
I have to go see that lady.
Because he saw the sun that shines in the darkness of death... his soul probably thinks that he is dead now.
He's probably unaware that he's still alive, and that he has to go back.
You're saying that he's not coming back because he saw me?
He's probably... preparing himself to disappear.
Joong Won.
Are you able to read now?
It's because... I'm dead.
So, you can finally see me now?
We can now finally be together.
You have to summon his spirit.
I have to tell him that he's not dead, and that he needs to go back.
I can't see spirits like you can... but I can control the spirits.
Please summon him quickly.
He may never be able to go back if we wait too long.
What can you do for me if I were to help you with your request?
I need your skills.
Can you offer yourself to me as a sacrifice?
What will happen to me if I offer myself as a sacrifice?
You will no longer be able to live your life the way you want.
Why?
Do you need to think about it?
There's not much time.
Sacrifice or whatever else, I'll be whatever you want.
Just please help me get him back.
The deal has been made.
Okay. I will now summon forth your man's spirit.
In order to summon him, I need a special item.
An item that he'd be able to recognize.
Is that proof that you're his sun?
I think that would work just fine.
As I've already told you... he believes himself to be dead because he saw you when his spirit briefly left his body.
It may be heartbreaking... but in order to summon him and return him back to life all the moments when you shone so brightly for him... must be erased from his memories.
Are you saying that he won't remember the moment when he came to see me?
I love you.
I said, all the moments.
The sun. All the memories of you being with him.
Everything that this necklace stands for and the sentiments behind it... will all be erased.
That's what it truly means.
You're telling me that he's not going to remember anything at all?
It's a choice that you need to make if you want to bring him back.
Will you be okay with that?
It doesn't matter.
I was intending to burn out the brightness of this crazy sun from his life anyways.
Well then...
In that case...
Joo Joong Won... Let's see if we can find him.
You are not dead. You have to go back.
The only thing that's going to disappear... is that light.
Don't forget... the deal that you and I made.
He's probably... back safely in his body.
Joo Joong Won.
Wake up.
I've waited 15 long years for the statute of limitation to run out... and for the day when I would finally get to meet you.
Wake up.
President Joo!
Please... please open your eyes.
Are you awake?
You're awake. Mr. Joo Joong Won.
Your aunt is waiting outside. I'll go get her for you.
She'll be so happy to see that you're awake.
The patient... is awake.
Joong Won is awake.
That's such a relief.
Tae Gong Shil. I'm sincerely making this request from you.
This cannot go any further.
- It's such a relief that he's awake.
- Wait out here. I'll get you in there to see him once his aunt leaves.
No, it's okay. This is the end.
I won't go any further than this.
President Joo... is going to want to see you once he's fully awake.
No, he won't.
I'm not going to appear in his life anymore.
Joong Won. I really thought I was going to die from worrying about you.
What... happened to me?
What do you mean, what happened?
I told you to get rid of her.
You almost died this time following her there.
Follow who?
Who are you talking about?
- Chief Secretary Kim.
- Master Joo, you're awake. It's such a relief.
Why... am I in here?
Did I really... get struck by lightning?
What do you mean, he won't be able to remember you?
I was told that he wouldn't. Since he was hurt because of a woman who's able to see ghosts... all his memories surrounding ghosts, or me will be erased from him.
The house that was in the way of my golf course being constructed...
I remember going there with Chief Secretary Kim.
Then let me... get struck down by lightning.
Did I really get struck down by lightning because I was asking for it?
That's the last thing that I remember.
The night that you're referring to was a very long time ago.
Joong Won, do you really not remember anything?
My whole body feels achy right now. So, I can believe that I was stabbed in the back by a screwdriver.
But... how did I end up like this?
It's because you and Tae Gong...
Just get some rest for now. You need to recover first, and we can organize your thoughts later.
But... who's that woman over there?
I'll introduce you to her some other time. Just get some rest for now.
Doctor? Please keep a close watch on Joong Won.
- Chief Secretary Kim. - Yes. - Honey.
- Yes?
Let's go.
How's your breathing?
It hurts. It hurts quite a bit.
We will do a more thorough examination tomorrow.
I'm sure a further examination will confirm but I'm sure it's just a temporary memory loss.
Something... flashed brightly for a moment... then it disappeared.
You made a promise.
But... if you truly wish for me to get out of your life...
I'll understand and disappear at once.
This must be that moment.
It'll be a good thing if Joong Won never gets his memory back.
I don't want anyone... to ever... mention that girl's name again in front of Joong Won.
Yes, I understand.
- Chief Secretary Kim.
- Yes?
Please, I beg of you. I understand.
The rumor of Master Joo almost dying while he was with Gong Shil is everywhere.
President Joo and Gong Shil went to find the body of the missing boy... and they had a run-in with the boy's killer.
And President Joo saved Gong Shil's life.
How did Tae Gong Shil know that that child's body was at that auto repair shop?
You don't need to know.
We can't even say anything about it anyways because
President Joo's aunt forbid us from mentioning Gong Shil's name around him.
If she forbid you from mentioning her... then you can't whisper about it either, okay?
Here, eat this.
You should've stayed at the hospital longer.
Why did you insist on coming home so soon?
I can breathe fine on my own now, and I feel more comfortable at home.
Will be you alright alone?
Why don't you come stay at my place?
I already had the cook prepare all the dishes you like.
Can you bring it to me? I'm starving right now.
Really?
I'll go get it right now.
Then get some rest.
What?
Do you have something to say to me?
What happened to me?
I get the feeling that my aunt is hiding something from me.
Make it simple, and tell me what happened.
There's nothing really specific that I can tell you.
You've been going into your office everyday and all the stores at Kingdom has been performing very well, too.
You just happened to be at auto repair shop with one of your workers by coincidence.
Something important is missing here.
And you know what that is, don't you?
I can tell that your lips are just twitching right now with what you really want to tell me.
So, just spill it out while my aunt isn't here.
My lips aren't twitching.
- What is this here?
- I don't know. Why do you keep asking me?
It's a children's book.
Why are these books doing in my house?
No kidding.
You can't even read.
I really don't know anything, so I have nothing to tell you.
- What's going on with me?
- How would I know?
I really don't know anything.
Why... am I... able to read right now?
President Joo.
Can you really... read what's written in that book?
Did I really get struck down by lightning?
Just what in the world happened to me?
I guess I can wear this now that he won't recognize it when he sees it.
It's a protective seal.
Yeah, this is all I need.
This is enough for me.
Tae Gong Shil... you've got a protective shield around your neck.
What the heck?
Joong Won.
Why did you come in to work?
You should be at home resting.
Aunt, you said that I got stuck in the back with a screwdriver, didn't you?
I think that had some magical effect or something.
I can read now.
I can easily read every single word.
[Kingdom - We will make all your wishes come true.]
I've walked past that sign a thousand times, and now I can finally read it.
But... who's responsible for that PR sign?
It's so tacky. I'm going to have to change that.
That's the vice president's style.
I'm going to change it.
Gong Shil. He's finally able to read now.
The trash can man told me about it.
Isn't it great?
That's a relief.
Okay, you're coming with me.
Chief Secretary Kim. I can read all my files on my own from now on.
I guess it'll cut down your workload by half, I mean by ninety percent.
I had a feeling that you would be able to.
You've been making a lot of effort to change.
- I did?
- Yes.
What's that?
The CEO from the Giant Mall sent you these flowers to congratulate your recovery.
I really... can't wrap my head around this.
When did the CEO of Giant Mall and I... become close enough to send each other flowers?
The two of you even went golfing together recently.
Golfing?
That's just absurd.
Since you're here at the office... let me know your decision on that personal matter which we haven't finalized...
What personal matter?
The police called to say they're presenting you with the 'Courageous Citizen Award'.
To me?
Why?
Is it because of that rumor... about me discovering that dead child's body and getting stabbed in the back?
It's not just because of that.
You also convinced an army runaway to turn himself in before he could hurt anyone.
- An army runaway?
- Yes, you did that.
I'm sure that wasn't me. Something's wrong here.
It wasn't Joo Joong Won, but I bet it was 'Joo Joong Two' and 'Joo Joong Three'.
This is all so ridiculous, it's actually making me laughing.
That joke wasn't funny, was it?
No, it was all Joo Joong Won.
Since you're already here at the office... please finalize your paperwork... on the Child Abuse Center that you've agreed to open up and finance.
Wait.
I... agreed to financially support a child abuse center?
Not adding another annex to Kingdom, nor adding another parking garage?
- But a child abuse center?
- Yes. That's what you said you were going to do.
I'm sure that my aunt must be feeding me some sort of drugs.
I need to ask her what kind of drugs she's been feeding me.
No. I think I need to go in and get another brain scan.
Chief Secretary Kim. Did you not find it strange... when I suddenly started doing things that I've never done before?
Did the sun rise upside down during the time that I can't remember?
I'm not sure.
Maybe you had a very special sun orbiting around you.
President Joo seriously doesn't remember you?
No, he doesn't.
Amazing, isn't it?
At first, I thought that voodoo lady was just a scheme artist... but she really is gifted.
Are you sure you don't need to talk to him?
President Joo's completely recovered now, and he's perfectly fine.
It was unfortunate that he was hurt... but that was just an accident. It wasn't your fault.
Yes, it was an accident.
I know that. But that really woke me up and set me straight.
I've always thought that people that are visible to everyone are much scarier than ghosts whom no one else can see.
I met him after being scared by the things that only I can see.
I was torn between my world and the reality.
I was so happy to be around him because that meant I finally found a space for me to breathe.
I never considered how deeply I had pulled him into my world... when he could see none of what I see.
Although I can see... but I wasn't cautious enough so I put him, who can't see, in a dangerous situation.
I've finally realized that I need to get my head on straight, and live my life.
I think it's true that people always have to lose something to see clearly.
You know that's not what this is.
I know that you really truly liked him.
Those feelings... what are you going to do about them?
It's sealed in here.
Since I'm still holding onto my feelings that I have for him they haven't disappeared.
So, I will be okay.
I should be walking this way... so why did I feel the need to walk that way?
Look at that.
This was just a storage room.
Who are you?
When did this turn into an office?
It's the Special Guest Center.
It's an office that you had set up yourself.
Special Guest Center?
I created something so useless as that?
What about you?
Kang Woo?
You're the new Security Team Leader, right?
The guy that Vice President recruited. You have enough credentials to work security at the Blue House, right?
Yes.
And this is?
She's the employee in charge of this office.
This is her last day here, so she's cleaning out her office.
I see.
Is there anything else that you'd like for us to do? No, I don't.
Did I leave... something there?
Ahh, my back.
Just leave your stuff here.
I'll bring them home to you later.
Actually, why don't I just come with you?
It's okay.
There's not that much for me to take anyways.
What kind of a weak seal is that?
No kidding.
I can't let you to walk out of here when you're about to cry any minute.
I have my Gong Shil.
That Gong Shil you gave me is a huge comfort to me.
I can even read now... so why do I feel so plugged up as if something's still stuck?
Master Joo gave me this picture right before he was injured.
Is this picture the reason why the Chairman met with Master Joo?
Yes.
This picture was taken a year after Cha Hee Joo died.
He asked me to find out if Cha Hee Joo had a twin.
I wonder... what Master Joo was planning to do by finding out about this woman?
He was trying to forget about Cha Hee Joo since he met Ms. Tae.
So why... was he trying to find her twin sister?
There's something that you're not aware of.
The late Cha Hee Joo... was one of the culprits involved in President Joo's kidnapping.
What do you mean by that?
There's a very high chance... that her twin in that picture was her co-conspirator.
Are you alright?
You seem really shocked by this news.
Then...
Master Joo knew all about this, but why did he keep it to himself?
He knew right from the start that Cha Hee Joo was one of the kidnappers.
He figured out from that picture... that she had a twin sister, and that she must've been her co-conspirator.
There's a chance that the girl in that picture could reappear in President Joo's life.
We must find that girl in the picture.
Hee Joo was a kidnapper... and Han Na was her co-conspirator?
No, that can't be.
Han Na was such a bright and kind child.
Congratulations on your acceptance into the university.
Thank you, Uncle.
- Your new parents are happy about it?
- Yes, of course.
- I'm going to Korea soon.
- Korea?
Uncle.
Didn't you tell me that I'm a twin?
I want to go and find my sister.
I've made efforts to find her myself ever since I've been reunited with you.
But I haven't been able to find her.
They say that there's a special connection between twins.
I may be able to find her if I go to Korea myself.
I'm going to find her.
Okay.
My sister is dead.
Why did you leave her all alone instead of searching her? - Han Na.
- I hate you.
The dead girl's name was, Cha Hee Joo.
Cha Hee Joo.
Unlike Han Na, who lived a happy life in England... she lived a very unfortunate, and lonely life on her own.
Remember the name, Cha Hee Joo.
And for the rest of your life... feel sorry for her.
I need to find Han Na.
It's a security alarm that connects directly to the police.
The police will come within a few minutes of you pressing that button.
We need to stay cautious until we catch whoever is after President Joo.
I'll call you frequently, so make sure to answer your phone.
I'll be careful.
I told you that I've got my head on straight now.
I'm going to protect you from now on.
Kang Woo, I really appreciate that offer... but I don't think that I should... hold onto anyone, and attach myself to anyone.
Not holding on is my way of protecting him.
What are you doing here?
I'm not here to see you.
I came to see Tae Gong Shil.
I heard she no longer works for Kingdom?
What do you need to talk to her about?
Just go back if you're here to taunt her about what happened with President Joo.
She's having a hard enough time right now without you adding to it.
President Joo really doesn't remember anything about Gong Shil?
President Joo's aunt asked me not to mention anything about Gong Shil.
I just came to see if that's really true.
So, all that was true?
OH MY GOD!
Seeing how excited you are, I guess I can't let you go in now.
Let go!
When I'm depressed, I need to see others more depressed than me to feel better.
Why do you hate Tae Gong Shil so much?
I've always hated her, but I hate her more now because you like her.
Don't you dare continue to like her.
If you continue to like her...
I'm going to chase her around, hating her and taunting her.
If it upsets you to see me doing that to someone you like then stop liking Tae Gong Shil right now!
You really are a freak.
You really are a black whiskered whale that doesn't exist at all.
What?
Black whiskered whales don't exist?
I looked it up.
There are white whiskered whales but black whiskered ones don't exist.
Really?
I'm pretty sure I saw those whales with the black whiskers on their faces.
I wonder if it was just something in the water?
So you remembered what I said, and you looked it up?
Yeah, I looked it up because I don't understand someone like you.
Why?
Because you want to keep me in your pond?
I already told you that I don't want any part of that.
You don't need to take care of me.
Just open yourself up to me.
I'm such an odd freak, I'll be able to eat and survive on my own
You don't have to feed me, nor take care of me.
I'm just going to grow larger so that you'll never be able to get rid of me.
Do you think... that she views me like I view you?
Why?
Do you find what I'm doing pathetic?
No.
It's cool.
- It's cool?
- Being confident without begging...
- It's very cool.
- Really?
Yeah. Seeing you has given me strength.
Because I was feeling pretty pathetic just about a minute ago.
But I think I need to become as cool as you.
What the heck?
Are you saying that you're going to do that for Tae Gong Shil like what I did for you?
Yeah.
Thanks. You just taught me something.
Hey!
So, all I did was just give him more courage to go to Gong Shil?
Kang Woo can't go to Tae Gong Shil like I do to him.
I'm Dooley.
Something that doesn't exist on this earth.
Dooley?
I'm such an odd freak that even if you ignore me and not take care of me...
I'll survive just fine, and grow big all on my own.
So, that I'll grow big as a dinosaur that you'll never be able to ignore me.
Kang Woo.
Gong Shil.
I can't allow Dooley to fall into Gong Shil's arms.
What should I do?
I told you that I'd introduce her to you, didn't I?
This is Han Na, whom you met at the hospital.
She helped me out a lot that day.
I don't think President Joo likes it when you bring a stranger into his home... I don't think.
Aunt.
I found these books here. Was I reading these books?
They were in your home, so I'm sure they're yours.
You realized that you can read again when you saw those books, right?
Try to remember.
It has something to do with a very special person...
A special person?
Was there a special person in my life?
Those... are my books.
I left it here on that day when I was introduced to your maid.
I forgot and left them here.
Oh! That's right, you did.
Han Na brought those books here.
They're just children's books, but it's still a great story.
The illustrations are great, too. Those books are very special to me.
So, my books was the first thing you read since you regained your consciousness?
That makes me feel pretty good to hear that.
Didn't you say that Han Na was the first person you saw when you regained your consciousness?
You two must be fated to be together.
I'm even reading these days. It's a six book series and my brain feels like it's going to split when I tried to read those books.
So, he can read those books now.
I'm happy for him.
[Tae Yi Ryung]
Tae Yi Ryung?
Hi, Yi Ryung.
Hi, I have something important to tell you in person.
You know that restaurant where we all met up at the last time?
Yeah. Meet me there, okay?
Those two were all googly eyed towards each other at that restaurant.
I'm sure he'll remember something if he was to see her there again.
I really can't stand the thought of Gong Shil with a catch like President Joo either.
What's so important that you feel the need to call me out in the middle of the night?
You have a top secret information about Giant Mall?
Wait right there, I'll be there soon.
Tae Yi Ryung. Tae? Tae.
There's a 'Tae' something.
Are you okay?
Please don't misunderstand what just happened. I just grabbed you because I didn't want you to fall.
I was standing behind you because of that book.
I happened to notice it because I'm reading the same book.
But... I don't know if it's really appropriate for me to be saying this... but did you feel that electric shock when we just touched?
A real strong shock.
No, I didn't.
Did she think that I was coming onto her?
Even though your memories are gone... you're still my protective shield.
I know I felt something when I touched her.
What could it be?
It feels like... something like that must've happened before.
Master Joo.
A personal matter of mine came up.
I would like to take a few days off.
Chief Secretary Kim is asking me for some time off... that's the first time in 15 years you've made that request.
Now that you can read on your own, you don't need me around as much.
You don't need a recorder, or an interpreter anymore.
You're not just a recorder, nor just an interpreter to me.
Do you remember what you requested of me in the beginning?
You asked me to just be your recorder and interpreter.
You're still holding a grudge against what a nineteen year old said?
I always have a need to have you remain by my side.
While I'm gone... Deputy Ahn from Vice President's office is going to take over for me.
Okay. Enjoy your time off.
- Where will you be going?
- I'm going to England.
I'm going to find my niece, whom I haven't seen in a while.
Master Joo.
There's something that I must talk to you about when I return.
You're not trying to seize this moment to abandon me, and escape, are you?
I've already told you, there's no way that I can allow that.
Yes, I know.
Enjoy a relaxing time off.
Keep your head up, Gong Shil.
Han Joo said he's going to refer you to a place that's much better than Kingdom.
If we're to be honest here... Tae Gong Shil isn't someone who should be left to rot away in that dungeon.
- That's right.
- You have a great education, too. You went to Hankkuk University, right?
You're athletic and good at tennis, with a talent for art and other skills.
You can even speak a foreign language. French, right?
You're pretty and nice... too many qualities to list all at once.
- Anyways, you have amazing qualifications.
- Thank you. But how is it that you know so much about me?
No kidding.
I don't remember telling you about all that.
The blabbermouth who's works for the vice president told everyone.
- Blabbermouth?
- Someone you don't know. There's a jerk that's going around spreading rumors about you.
Han Joo's going to find out who it is. Once he knows, I'm going to destroy that loudmouth.
Yes, destroy.
How about you give me a copy of your resume?
I'm going to take a quick look, okay?
In this area where you checked off having some sort of a medical history...
Can you write down some more detail? I heard that you were in some sort of an accident?
Can you write down more details about some of the side effects from that accident, and how your life has been affected?
If that place is going to be that picky, then just forget it.
Yes, I think she's right. Since I can't write down a bunch of lies, I think it'll be better to not apply.
Thank you for your concern though.
- I'll see you later. - Bye.
It doesn't have to be detailed, just a brief description will do.
To be honest, ever since the accident...
Gong Shil experience things that we can't really talk about.
If she gets into trouble at a picky place like that it may put you in a difficult spot for recommending her.
But I'll take you out for chicken entrails for all your troubles.
I need to have that resume if I'm to get the vice president to reimburse me for my expenses.
This is a big problem.
I'm sorry, please excuse me.
That's a very pretty necklace.
Your nephew's girlfriend is not Tae Yi Ryung, so it's Tae Gong Shil?
Tae Gong Shil.
The Sun.
- Is it in the shape of a sun?
- Yes. Thank you.
Cha Hee Joo.
I'm positive that it was Cha Hee Joo.
That woman...
Just what did she see that made her call out Hee Joo's name?
Do you remember Han Na, whom you recently met?
- I'm still hurting there.
- Oops, sorry.
I looked into her some more, and she's a very famous curator.
I told her to come to the office to meet with us... there's a chance that we may have an exhibit from a well known artist this fall.
Didn't you tell me that she's from England?
She is originally from England... but she's lived all over the place such as L.A., New York, and China.
I heard that she's moved around quite a bit in her life.
But her family is extremely wealthy, and she's quite smart too.
Ms. Han Na is here.
Come on in.
Ms. Han Na.
What is it?
No, it's nothing. Please have a seat.
Are you saying that Cha Hee Joo is still hovering around President Joo?
Yes, I'm positive that I saw her.
I heard that President Joo is back to investigating Cha Hee Joo's incident.
Do you know what's going on with that at all?
Tae Gong Shil.
Does it bothers you a lot when it comes to things related to President Joo?
It's because I can see Hee Joo.
I want to do whatever I can to help him resolve this issue.
We have a lead on who Hee Joo's co-conspirator.
It's possible that we may still be able to catch the culprit.
- Really?
- Once we catch the culprit... everything should be resolved.
President Joo doesn't remember a thing about you.
Which means, he doesn't even know that you can see ghosts.
Even if you continue to see Hee Joo around...
I doubt you'll be able to pass along any messages to him.
He's not going to believe anything that you'll say to him.
I guess you're right.
It's been fifteen years.
I didn't think that you'd ever come to England again.
I came because there's someone that I must find.
Do you... remember my niece?
Han Na.
Han Na Brown.
My father is English, and my mother is Korean.
The truth is...
I was adopted.
I was adopted, but I've heard about my birth parents... and why I got adopted instead being raised by my own birth parents.
I discovered my uncle when I was still a child.
I see.
He told me that my parents were struggling artists.
They passed away in a car accident... so I was given up for adoption because I had no family who could take me in.
I was able to find Han Na, who was adopted by her parents in England.
But I was never able to find her twin sister.
Han Na grew up in a very happy home, and had everything she ever wanted.
But Hee Joo, who remained in Korea never had any of those opportunities.
I thought she was just a lonely child who grew up alone and suffered a terrible and painful death.
Han Na and Hee Joo...
I have absolutely no idea what happened when those two girls met.
It's these two kids.
They said they were told to give your business card and take whatever toy they wanted.
These are my business cards.
I was told that I'm planning to finance the child abuse center.
Are you the kids from that organization?
You came to our apartment and gave us those cards yourself.
You said that we can just give those cards and get whatever we wanted from Kingdom.
I'm not the type of person who'd leave my business cards with kids like you two.
Let them just take the toys that they already got.
But... make sure that you tell them the rules and send them away.
You had us read for you, and told us that you're a special person to her.
Special person?
You told us that you're a special person to Gong Shil.
I'm... someone's special person?
To Gong Shil. Tae Gong Shil, who lives at our apartment.
You said she's your sun!
Tae Gong Shil... at your apartment?
Who's there?
Cha Hee Joo.
You're in love with Joong Won, aren't you?
If you want to help Joong Won...
you have to lend me your body.
Team Leader Kang.
That's the woman President Joo's aunt is trying to get him to marry.
But I have a very strange feeling about this one.
I heard that she lives in the same villa that President Joo lives.
- They live at the same place?
- Yes. She must be very rich to live in such a grand place all by herself.
I heard that she comes from England.
Why don't we have dinner together? I'll have Joong Won come meet us.
Shall we?
I think that the way my nephew looks at you... is different from the way he looks at other girls.
How do you feel about him?
I'm interested in him as well.
Then may I be direct and ask you about something that's been concerning me?
That woman, Tae Gong Shil... what was her relationship with Joo Joong Won?
The truth is, she was pretty close with Joong Won.
She talked about helping him heal a scar that some dead girl left and she attached herself to Joong Won's side.
Hee Joo, I assume?
- Did Tae Gong Shil know the late Hee Joo?
- There's no way that she could.
She said some nonsense about calling Hee Joo's ghost to heal his scars or something.
She's a woman who goes around talking about absolute nonsense.
Yes, I see.
Calling forth a dead person's ghost?
That really is all nonsense.
Shall we go?
Are you... asking me to give you my body right now?
Can't I just relay the message to him for you?
Then... will you be able to catch the culprit?
'One stormy night'...
Who are you?
Are you... my sun?
Episode 14.
Are you... my sun?
How did you know to come here when you don't even remember who I am?
I don't know who you are.
I just get the feeling that you were someone very important to me.
Who are you to me?
You seem to have come here with a high expectation for something.
But don't think too much of it, and take this for what it is.
I'm just a penniless woman.
And you are the great president of the company that I used work at.
So, what could I possibly be to you?
I heard that you went around telling everyone that I was a special person to you?
How, and in what way am I special to you?
I hitched a ride in your car one night.
Then I found out that you were the president of Kingdom.
I knew that I have to get my hands on you. So, I got a job there and chased you around.
I told you that I was sad and lonely, so you took pity on me and started seeing me.
You helped me when I needed help, and you gave me a job. You even held a special event for me at your hotel.
That's how you became a special person to me.
You're telling me that I kept someone like you around me?
There's no way I would've done that.
By any chance, is this building yours?
You once told me you'd buy me a house, and a car because you didn't want to see me living in a place like this.
I said that?
I find your jokes to be very offensive.
This will imply that you're a candy girl living in this dump and I'm just a pushover that you took advantage of. I've been spending all my time with a woman who apparently isn't even that exciting? Me?
I can't see how you can stir up any inkling of desire from me whatsoever.
But I did.
I hadn't planned on going away so easily after all my work hard.
But you got hurt while you were with me. I felt bad about what happened... so I've decided to just walk away from you.
I'll consider the money you deposited into my bank account as a payoff.
I'll just keep it for myself.
Thanks for everything.
Goodbye.
Is that really everything?
Fine, if we were that physically intimate, then let me hold you again.
Then I may get my answer as to what it is that you meant to me.
Don't touch me. I told you that it's over.
In this situation, I'm the one who gets to decide when it's over, not you. What?
You came after me, so I kept you around?
It won't take me long to see how much you were worth to me when I look into my bank account.
But... I know that this isn't everything.
Many things have changed during the time that I can't remember.
I feel flustered... but I don't dislike it.
Could it be that... you're the cause of all that change?
I feel like I've lost something enormously important to me.
Is what I've lost... in your possession?
You did leave something here.
Wait out here. I'll go and give it back to you.
I'll leave my beer here.
See? Now there's plenty of room.
Take it with you.
This is all you left here during our time together.
You asked me to be the kind of woman whom you can easily leave.
That's exactly what I'm doing, so please go away now.
Did I... drink things like this here? Is that how we spent our time with you?
Okay. If this is all it was, then I don't need to hear anymore.
Thanks.
For going away so easily...
and for returning what's mine back to me.
Don't ever come here again.
Tae Gong Shil.
She said her name is Tae Gong Shil.
You know her, don't you?
Do you... remembered who she is?
My memories are gone... and Chief Secretary Kim is on personal leave and has gone off radar.
So, I need you to report to me what memories I'm still missing since you're always watching me like a hawk.
Was I, open and blatant about my relationship with that woman?
The rumors of the relationship between you two were all over the place and everyone was talking about you two. So, I'll just relay the stories that I've heard from others.
But you were pretty far gone.
Continue.
In the beginning, I think you were only thinking of her on a casual term.
We've only agreed to a meaningless physical relationship.
A sense of desire unlike that of anyone else.
That's what I fell for?
You're not the type to usually care about what others think.
You remained true to your form, and took her around with you everywhere.
- You're lying, aren't you?
- No, I'm serious.
What else?
There was even a talk of marriage with the heiress from Sejin Group... but you told everyone that you couldn't break up with her.
I'm not going to let her go.
Since I can't abstain myself from seeing her I'm going to use the engagement as a way of putting some distance between us and then I'm going to continue to see her.
From what I've seen for myself, that Bang Shil isn't your average girl.
When she saw the vase that you received as your engagement gift she looked at your aunt straight in the eyes, and told her that she was going to break it.
We received that as an engagement gift for Joong Won's upcoming marriage.
You're arrogant and rude.
I thought I told you that the vase must be broken?
Are you saying you'll do whatever you can to break up Joong Won's engagement? It's too dangerous for him.
So, I'm going to do whatever I can to break it.
You need to be very careful.
That woman boasted her intention to us, and you broke that vase yourself... and you ultimately broke off the engagement.
It seem like I've played a very dangerous game with her.
Anyways, you fell totally head over heels for her.
So, are you going to start over again with her?
Your belly.
I've heard enough, you may go now.
Okay.
Since I just simply relayed the things I've heard objectively over to you... you can figure out the subjective interpretation however you want.
If it was memories of me toying with her when I wasn't being myself... then it's a good thing...
that it's gone.
In time like this, it would be so nice if I could have a drink myself.
Do you know what upsets me the most about my ability?
Because I'm too afraid, I can't even drink a sip of alcohol.
President Joo acted as your defense shield, right?
It sounds like you could've done anything you wanted as long as you were with him.
Are you sure that you'll be alright without him?
It is a little disappointing.
It would've been so nice if I could've... held his hand and had a beer while I was still with him.
I'm worried about you.
You lived your life in hiding out of fear until you met President Joo.
I'm worried that you'll go back to living your life that way.
I... saw the scariest spirit I've ever seen in my life at the hospital that day.
I've never been more afraid of anything in my life.
I'm never going to use him as a shield and drag him into my world ever again.
Compared to what I saw that day, none of those other ghosts even scares me.
I can handle it.
President Joo lost his memories... but you're alone with all your feelings and pain... that really upsets me.
I told you that I've kept my heart locked up in a seal.
It's only right that I have to deal with all this myself.
When I got stabbed on my back...
I wonder if the stab went all the way through to here?
Something feels empty.
I feel like I gave it to that woman but she said that I threw something away during the time that I spent with her.
Don't ever... go back there to retrieve it.
Don't worry about me.
I'm never going back to live in hiding like I used to.
I'm thinking about going back to school next year.
- Seriously?
- Yes.
I'm comfortable enough now to even ask a ghost for an answer to a test.
I guess you won't have any problems climbing to the top of your class.
I was always at the top of my class.
- Are you bragging right now?
- Yes.
I won every single award out there... and I really was a pretty amazing person to be reckoned with.
Then... don't ever give up, and become someone truly amazing.
When you do, I'll become your bodyguard.
I, myself, am quite amazing in my abilities to protect someone.
Ah, that's right.
Your abilities to guard is at the Blue House level, right?
If I'm to ask you to be my bodyguard...
I guess I'll need to become the president of this nation or something.
I'll protect you even if you're just a local minor chairman.
Let's cheers to that.
Let's both become amazing people.
Hey. You have your coffee right here.
Why are you asking me for my soda?
There's a kid who always comes around and asks me to get him coffee.
Kang Woo... does it frighten you to know that there's a ghost sitting here?
No, not at all.
I've gotten much braver now.
I need to make some changes so that I will be able to protect you.
Cheers... to you too.
Cheers.
Studying came so easily to 'Big Sun'.
I'm sure I'll be able to pick up right where I left off.
If you truly care about Joong Won...
then lend me your body.
But she hasn't come back to ask me again.
It seems as though he's regained his consciousness... and is doing rather quite well.
Yes.
I really appreciate the help you gave me.
And what of his memories?
His memories are sealed in there.
But, I see that you haven't return it to him.
That would make you meaningless to him.
I purposely didn't given it back to him because that's what I wanted.
Well, that's up to you to decide.
You haven't forgotten our deal, have you?
What is it that I need to do?
First...
I think it would be better for you to let go of trying to live an ordinary life.
I need you to... gather the spirits of dead young women for me.
I'm a marriage matchmaker for the dead.
I'm lacking the young women I need to offer up as mates to my clients these days.
Go to the places where spirits wander... and bring back some useful and potential brides.
Excuse me.
By any chance... is there anyone here who's never been married?
Anyone who'd like to come with me? Are there any... young unmarried women here?
By any chance... are you single?
I'm sorry.
Miss!
If you never got the chance to get married before you passed away... would you be interested in getting married?
For the rest of your life, as long as I need you... you're going to gather up the spirits that I need.
That's the deal you made with me in order to save that man's life.
Want to come with me?
I don't want to go to America to shoot a movie.
Do you know what a great opportunity this is?
It's with the famed movie director, Peter Jason!
I can't act.
Can't that director tell just by looking at me?
This role just requires a pretty face with a nice body.
This role can make you internationally famous like all those Bond girls.
Let's tell him that you'll take the role.
Are you trying to get me away from Kingdom?
Nice try.
- Let's just go there for a year.
- I'll think about it.
That's Tae Gong Shil.
Who's that witch looking woman sitting next to her?
It looks like she's introducing Gong Shil to the elders sitting in front of them.
A potential bride who may be very suitable for your son... has been found by this woman sitting next to me.
Yes.
Do you think that she'd help my Seung Won...
feel less lonely in his afterlife?
Yes.
Kang Woo.
I may have to move to America to film a movie.
Really?
I've seen the movie that you were in... and you sucked at acting.
But I have the body and the looks.
You saw my movie?
- I thought you said you never saw it.
- It was showing on TV. Ah.
That movie was a melodrama.
My acting was bad because that role required crying which is totally unsuitable for me.
I hate crying.
I agree. Crying really doesn't suit you.
Seeing you cry put me in a really bad mood.
Is that the only way you can express it? That it put you in a bad mood? What a crass way of putting it.
Anyways, take some acting classes and become an amazing international actress.
You're already cool, so I'm sure you'll do well.
Want to be a personal bodyguard... for an international star?
That really would be an honor. But...
I must turn down your offer, Ms. Tae Yi Ryung.
If Tae Gong Shil goes to someone else instead of coming to you... then you'd be in the same dog crap of a situation that I'm in.
Dog-like manners!
I saw a woman who was totally clad head to toe in black.
She introduced Tae Gong Shil to a really rich looking older couple.
I heard them asking her to take good care of their son.
- A lady clad in black?
- Yeah.
I'm not lying. Go ask Tae Gong Shil yourself.
Ask her why was she with that lady in black.
I wonder if it's the same woman.
Tae Gong Shil, are you heading out somewhere in this rain?
Yes, I have somewhere that I need to go.
How are your studies coming along?
Are you by any chance spending time with that creepy looking Madame Go?
You told me that you were going to go see that woman the other day when President Joo was in the hospital.
Have you been seeing her since then?
Yes, she's asked me to help her with something.
But, you don't need to worry. If anything, she understands my situation very well.
I'd better get going.
I think it would be better for you to let go of trying to live an ordinary life.
Forever.
My Kingdom.
What you saw before won't happen again.
- I think this point...
- To be more precise...
I need the information on the architect who designed the interior of the Shanghai branch.
Chief Secretary Kim hasn't given me any files or information on the architect yet.
But I'll go find it before the meeting this afternoon.
I'm sure Chief Secretary Kim must've left a recording of it somewhere.
Contract on the subsidiary branch in Shanghai.
The price... has been negotiated.
Kingdom.
I will be doing the recording today in place of Chief Secretary Kim who's out of the office with a cold.
I'll adhere to your preference and record this in 'Mi' tone.
Do, Re, Mi... Mi.
What I'm about to read now is a report on the market survey of Shanghai.
Wow... it looks like you're going to make a lot of money.
This must make you very happy.
This is where she supposedly worked.
But I still don't remember... anything.
It's completely... empty.
I'm getting married next week.
But... the woman that I was supposed to marry in the past kept appearing in my dreams.
She's telling me... that she'll be with you forever just like the promise you two made to each other.
I didn't really mean it when I said it. But is she serious?
I'll try and see if I can talk her into leaving you alone.
Since this man is still living, can you just...
Wouldn't it be better if I introduced you to someone who's younger and already dead?
This man says he's getting married next week.
It won't help you to follow him around like that.
My nephew should be here soon.
Will you be okay with him dining with us?
Have you told him that I'm here with you?
Whenever I ask him to join me for a meal, he never gives me any grief.
He always comes to join me no matter who may be with me.
Didn't I already tell you how much I like you?
- Isn't that Tae Gong Shil?
- Bang Shil is with Madame Go again.
Is she a friend of yours?
No, not at all.
She's known as the 'Ghost wedding planner'. She's a spirit matchmaker.
A spirit matchmaker?
Hold on a moment.
Didn't you choose that girl once in the past to run an errand for you?
By any chance... does she have anything to do with ghosts, too?
Is that why she was rambling on about calling on the spirit of a dead girl?
So, you're telling me to believe what you're saying?
Her hair is longer than mine with bangs, and a bright personality, right?
Yes, you're right.
- Wow!
- Yes, she is here right now.
- And you live in Sungsoodong, right?
- Yes, Sungsoodong.
Are you sure that I'm being haunted by a ghost?
She says she's very sad and lonely.
If she ever comes to you at night, you need to sincerely comfort her.
Is my candy girl... sad and lonely too?
It hasn't been that long since you left me. So how could you be lonely already?
I'm working right now.
Don't put your hands on me.
Have you ever met with this lady yourself?
Yes, he was in the same situation that you're in right now.
Will I really...
be able to get rid of her?
It's just that I'm really afraid she'll continue to stick around.
But since you've experienced it yourself, how did you get rid of her?
I don't know if I should be telling you this.
But I... almost died.
I was only able to get rid of her after I was stabbed in the back with a huge screwdriver.
Unless you want to die... hurry up and just get lost.
Get lost.
Excuse me, I think you misunderstood what he said.
Don't pay attention to anything he just said.
It bothers me and it upsets me.
Even if you feel sad and lonely, you should just endure it.
I checked and saw that I put plenty of money into your bank account.
I invited her to dine with us.
You're okay with that, right?
I don't have any memories of you...
but have we met somewhere before?
It's possible that you've seen me before since we live in the same building.
But from the first moment I saw you... you look very familiar to me as if we've known each other in the past.
This is the most recent picture I have of Han Na.
This is Han Na?
This isn't the way I remember how Han Na looked.
Han Na had plastic surgery.
- Plastic surgery?
- Yes.
Han Na told me that she hated her face.
You told me that Han Na was in Korea, right?
I must find her and meet with her.
I'll see if I can get Han Na's phone number for you.
No, it's okay.
I think I know where she is.
Han Na. The rumor about our Joong Won being haunted by a ghost...
It rankled you, didn't it?
That's why I asked Madame Go for a favor earlier.
What kind of a favor?
I asked her to summon someone for me.
She says there's a young lady who can see ghosts.
- Sees what?
- Ghosts. It should be interesting.
But... where are we going now?
I'm scared of having to go to all those cemeteries every night and I need to get some sleep, too.
I haven't been able to sleep at all lately.
Just take a look at my face. I have to get some sleep during the day.
This time, it's for a very special person.
That's what you always say.
Here she comes now.
Joong Won. That young lady says that she can see ghosts.
Ms. Tae Gong Shil. You used to work in Kingdom's Special Customer Care Center, right?
I had no idea that you had such an interesting skill as that.
Joong Won.
Even though I'm sure you may not remember she said that she stuck around... because she could see the ghost that was haunting you.
Ms. Tae Gong Shil?
You can see ghosts?
Are there any in here right now?
Yes, I see her.
I always see her.
She's standing right next to President Joo.
Cha Hee Joo.
Stop showing yourself in front of me anymore.
I don't want to see you anymore.
Just tell me right now.
Who's the culprit that caused your death?
I'll relay your message to him.
If you're not going to tell me right now, please don't show yourself to me anymore.
- That's enough.
- I'm working right now.
Don't lay your hand on me.
Joong Won!
I now see...
why that man is special to her.
You can see ghosts?
Yes, I see ghosts.
Candy girl was kind of cute...
but this is scary, isn't it?
You even set me up in an office.
The special customer care center.
All those special guests... they were all ghosts.
You're telling me that I hired you because of your ability to see ghosts?
At one point, I was a ten billion won radar to you. I was hired to find your lost money.
But you started paying me on a per case basis.
That's why you filled up my bank account with all that money.
All those things that I can't seem to remember... were all ghost related?
Is that what you're telling me?
It would've been better if you hadn't found out.
- It's scary now that you know isn't it?
- Things like that doesn't scare me.
It's the people who are visible to me that I find frightening.
Yes, you're right. What you said is true.
You got hurt while you were with me.
The pay was really substantial... and we were really compatible in our personalities.
So, I was just going to ignore it and stick it out for as long as I could. I quit because I felt bad about how you got hurt because of me.
Is that why you quit working for me, and got a job with that Madame Go?
What does it matter to you?
I don't wish to see you again.
Please don't acknowledge me anymore.
Don't touch me. I don't like it.
A ten billion won... radar?
Hi, my ten billion won radar.
Your shield is here. Hide.
I can't ask him to be my defensive shield anymore.
If that woman wasn't lying... then are you... really are here as a ghost?
By any chance... are you with me right now?
If you are really here with me now...
I apologize to you.
I'm sorry for what happened.
Sis.
You're telling me that I was trying to find Hee Joo's killer?
Yes.
Cha Hee Joo had a twin sister.
And you were contemplating the possibility of that woman being her co-conspirator.
You said that I was using Tae Gong Shil to get to Hee Joo's ghost, right?
The necklace that disappeared back then was worth ten billion won.
Is that why she was my ten billion won radar?
Yes, that's what you said in the past.
Are you starting to remember anything?
No, I can't remember anything.
But, I guess she still pulled her weight.
Since I no longer hate Hee Joo, and I can even read now.
Since all your memories of her are now gone... is she really no longer necessary to you?
It would be nice if you no longer remained necessary to Tae Gong Shil either.
Why do I feel... so bitter about what he just said?
The bastard who stabbed me in the back...
he's dead if I ever get my hands on him.
That woman mentioned that she was an employee at Kingdom.
You think it's all over once a person is dead, don't you?
But he's here looking at you right now.
Excuse me.
The shopping mall is over that way.
Okay.
Excuse me a moment.
I've already called the police. They should be here at any minute.
I need to see that woman.
Ever since what that woman told me...
I've felt like I've lost my mind.
You.
Did you come here to kill Ms. Tae Gong Shil?
I... just need to see that woman!
She... she told me that the dead kid was watching me.
I don't think I'll be able to do anything ever again after what she said.
That sounds like a fitting punishment for the sin you've committed.
Are you the one who stabbed me in the back with a screwdriver?
I... I wasn't aiming for you.
You got stabbed because you jumped in to protect that woman.
I got stabbed in her place?
Yes, that's right.
You jumped in front of her out of nowhere, and you took me by surprise.
I really wasn't trying to stab you on purpose.
What's going on here?
You said that I followed Tae Gong Shil to that place, didn't you?
Then you're telling me that...
I was willing to die for that woman?
And that's why I jumped in?
- Well, the thing is...
- Yes, that's right.
You almost died in your attempt to save Tae Gong Shil's life.
This is driving me crazy.
This was an office for ghosts?
Just how much... did I lose...
my mind over for that woman?
Didn't she say that there is something here?
Do you guys know something?
Is she... really not necessary to me?
Bitter.
So bitter.
Even ghosts have their preferences.
When we match them up with other ghosts that they don't really like they come to see me at night and torment me nonstop.
Anyways... do you think there's a way of finding out how it is that I started seeing ghosts?
Didn't you tell me that you were in a coma for three years?
If your spirit had wandered around for those three years... then that may be why you are able to see ghosts.
Wandered around?
Wander around where?
How would I know that?
Did Tae Gong Shil have her accident up in a mountain somewhere?
We couldn't find her for ten days up in that mountain.
And when we finally did find her... it took her three long years before she woke up from her coma.
Was she brain dead?
She never would've woken up if she had been brain dead.
She was perfectly fine... but she just wouldn't wake up.
Here, drink this.
Are you causing trouble because Gong Shil hasn't been around to get you your coffee?
We can't allow her to continue to go around doing what she's doing.
Stay close and keep an eye on her.
So is it completely over... with that man?
I wonder if it's time for me to go see Gong Shil.
Do you think that she'd recognize me?
- Tae Gong Shil.
- Kang Woo.
You look exhausted. Are you okay?
It's really difficult trying to become someone amazing.
I heard that you caught the culprit.
I got a call from the police.
They said that he was caught at the Kingdom office.
Really?
That's great.
I don't know who caught the guy, but that's great work.
Right?
I'm so grateful.
Why don't you try calling out my name when you become really afraid?
Who knows?
Maybe I'll appear out of thin air like a ghost.
I really appreciate your sentiment.
Goodnight.
Just once, when you're afraid... try calling out for me.
Oh my goodness. Joong Won loves this wine.
Joong Won. I heard that you told the president of the Palace Hotel that you'd bring your girlfriend to their anniversary party? I don't remember that.
I guess you're going to need a date.
Why don't you go as his date, Han Na? Will that be okay with you?
I'd love to.
Excuse me for a moment.
I haven't told you because your aunt told me not to say anything.
But Tae Gong Shil came to see you every day that you were in the hospital.
She cried every time she came.
You told me that my heart stopped during my surgery, right?
That's what the doctors told us. You died and came back to life.
Died... and came back to life.
Of course, I'm sure that the woman over there would be better suited to your lifestyle.
But, the woman that you almost gave up your life for... is that ghost whispering Tae Gong Shil, who lives in that rundown apartment.
I can't remember.
Han Na says she's available, so she'll be your date for the event.
Okay. Chief Secretary Kim, are you here?
Where could he be?
[Chief Secretary Kim]
[I need your help with something, can you please meet me at the office? ]
What should I do?
I wonder if I should wait for him.
Are you in there?
- What is this?
- Did you think that I was a ghost?
Where's Chief Secretary Kim?
You won't take my calls, and you were not at home either. So, I sent you that text.
I can send text messages now.
Why did you call me out here?
I've figured out something, but I need you to verify it for me.
Follow me.
Sit.
I thought about everything very carefully.
By some undetectable attraction, I was seduced by a penniless woman... whom I don't even find to be desirable.
I got stabbed in the back in my attempt to save you.
And I almost lost my life in the process.
Right?
Yes, that's right.
What I'm curious to know is what I was feeling at that very final moment.
You know, don't you?
How would I know that?
You were there the whole time that I was in surgery.
I was told that my heart stopped at one point during my surgery.
Which means, I had died. When one dies, that person becomes a ghost, and you're able to see ghosts.
You. You saw me, didn't you?
I almost died for you... so don't you think that means that I came to see you?
Yes, you came to see me.
I'm sure that a person becomes most truthful at their final moment because there are no repercussions.
So whatever it is that I said, I'm sure it was my utmost honesty.
What is it that I said to you?
What you heard must've frightened you, and that's why you're avoiding me, right?
Yes.
- You told me something truly frightening.
- Something frightening?
Did I blame you for having met you, and being the cause of my death?
Did I ask you to come with me because I didn't want to die alone?
If that's what happened... I really wanted to remember.
Because I can handle that much.
Then... I guess what I imagined to be the worst scenario really must've happened.
Tae Gong Shil.
I love you.
If I had felt that deeply about you... shouldn't I remember at least one moment when I felt crazy in love with you?
So, why can't I remember a damn thing?
Your memories are never going to come back.
It's been safely sealed away.
So, you don't need to worry.
Are you sure... that you're really okay without it?
Yes, I'm okay without it.
Okay, fine. I was just trying to find it again because I thought that I had lost it but I'm not going to do that anymore.
I'm never going to call you, or come around you ever again.
That's what I want.
I'm not going to acknowledge you even if I see you and won't ever grab onto you either.
I'll do the same. I'll be leaving now.
Leave.
Turn around and look at me if you're not okay without me.
Then, I'll try one more time to find my memories again.
Damn it.
Ugh, it's bitter.
Okay.
It's all over now.
I need more detailed information on Han Na Brown, who's in charge of this exhibit.
I need it for the sake of the exhibit's security.
There's a pamphlet for the exhibit that Han Na Brown created.
I'll go get that for you.
It's the same handwriting.
It's a completely different face... but the handwriting is the same.
How is that possible?
Chief Secretary Kim.
You're back.
A woman who may be Cha Hee Joo's twin sister has appeared.
Is it Han Na Brown?
How did you know?
Cha Hee Joo and Han Na Brown... are my twin nieces.
That's the reason why I've remained... at Master Joo's side all these years.
Mr. Joo Joong Won.
You look like you're being forced to be here with me at your aunt's insistence.
It doesn't matter.
That man is now a married man.
It's time for you to leave now.
You're nothing but a thing of the past to that man now.
You can't be his future like his bride standing there next to him.
Because you're dead.
She's gone now.
Is it okay if I go home now?
Instead of searching for his memories...
he's found another future by his side.
Mr. Joo Joong Won.
Don't come to me anymore.
Just go away.
- You came.
- Hello.
Hi.
You're looking beautiful as always.
What a nice thing to say.
Why don't you join us in a drink?
I saw Tae Gong Shil out in the lobby.
She was with that woman, Madame Go.
That has nothing to do with me.
- Really? Okay.
- What else?
Your aunt told me something.
She said that Tae Gong Shil signed some weird contract with Madame Go and is bound to her for the rest of her life.
I guess Tae Gong Shil left this world and has become someone of the other world.
I can't lend you my body. I have a life of my own to live.
What is this contract that Tae Gong Shil signed that binds her to you?
Seeing how you're interested in finding out, you must be wanting your memories back.
No, that's not it.
I don't want to get my memories back.
Just tell me what the contract is.
Is it something that can be bought out with money?
How much would it take?
But...
If I want to get my memories back, will I be able to get them back?
Yes, you can get them back.
Shall I tell you how?
No, I don't want to know.
It's very simple.
You just need to remember what it is that disappeared the moment you awoke.
I said, I don't want to know.
We've concluded that we can live without it.
Death, the end of everything, and it having meant nothing... things that I never should've said was thrown out there for her.
I don't want to retrieve back those words just to try to manage those feelings, and have it complicate everything again.
All those words that you threw out... that woman took them all and is trying to manage it all on her own.
I know.
That's why it keeps bothering me.
I understand.
Your sun will continue to be miserable.
And you can remain happy in your oblivious state.
Just tell me how much that contract is worth.
That woman... gave all of herself.
Why don't you calculate how much she is worth... and then we can negotiate.
Joong Won.
Are you in pain?
Yes, I'm in pain.
It's not just a slight pain, but it actually... hurts tremendously.
Are you okay?
It drew my attention from the beginning.
I kept glancing at it... but I wonder now if I had just wanted to ignore what I was seeing.
Are you in a great deal of pain?
I need to go and get back what I lost.
Mr. Joo Joong Won.
When you said you kept seeing something... you weren't referring to me?
It looks the same...
but it's not the real thing.
Things really are over between him and I.
Watch me.
I'm going to throw this away.
So, don't come to me anymore.
Did you really think that you'd be okay without your defensive shield?
- Did you get your memories back?
- That's right.
I really didn't want to get it back, but I got it back.
Why have you come to see me when you don't want it back?
Do you think that I'm here because I want to?
I could've been happy living in my world separate from yours without my memories.
Yes, that's right.
I was happy without you, too.
I was much happier without you in my world.
I was starting to feel like living again. So, why did you come back?
Don't lie to me.
There's no way you could've felt like living.
Tae Gong Shil.
You can't ever feel like you can live without me.
Without me... you're supposed to feel like you're dying.
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leaving.
I only want to remain as a brilliant sun only for those ghosts.
When I'm by your side...
I feel like I become a sun of misfortune who only invites death to those around me.
That makes me really fear and hate myself.
So, it's not just that you're slightly disappointed when I'm not around... but I make you fear and hate yourself?
I don't want to remain by your side only to become that kind of a sun.
Just... tell me to get lost now.
The only reason why I was able to... tell you to get lost all this time without any fear... was because I knew... without a doubt in my mind... that you'd rise again by my side.
I'll give it a try... and do as you wish me to do.
Get lost... my sun.
Master Joo. I heard that Ms. Tae is leaving for somewhere very far away.
Weren't you here with Ms. Tae?
Where is she?
Episode 16.
Make sure to call me often, okay?
You're not going to stay away for too long, right?
I don't think I'll know how long I'll be until I actually get there.
Is he the one that's going with you?
That man...
he's the one from your accident, right?
That's why you shouldn't worry.
I'll be back, okay?
Okay.
Bye.
- Take care, Gong Ri. - Okay.
I'll call you.
She left you?
I thought Tae Gong Shil would be fine as long as I handled everything.
But... she told me that she's afraid, and it's too much for her.
When I thought about it...
I never once tried to understand, nor took it into consideration... the situation that she may be in.
Then... are you saying that you're being considerate, and understanding of Ms. Tae's situation and that's why you're letting her go?
Do I look crazy to you?
To let Tae Gong Shil leave me like this?
Why would I do something that I've never done in 34 years of my life in such a pivotal moment like this?
I don't understand nor want to be considerate of her wanting to leave me.
Please answer your phone.
Did you end things... with that man?
How could I have ended it?
I just... forced myself to walk away from him.
I wish the plane would just take off already.
It should get better once I put some distance between us, right?
I told Kang Woo that I was leaving today, but he hasn't even called.
His crappy dog manners.
Tae Gong Shil left on a flight headed for L.A.
Get me a seat on the next flight out.
I'm going to follow her. Yes, I'll get you a seat on the flight as soon as I get your passport from the office.
- Joong Won is going to America?
- Yes. Deputy Ahn received a phone call from Chief Secretary Kim. She just left for the airport with President Joo's passport.
Why is he going to America all of a sudden?
What could this be about?
I'm not sure.
No, it's nothing.
Once you go and pass the audition, instead of returning to Korea... let's just stay there and hone your acting skills.
I need to use the bathroom.
- Tae Gong Shil.
- Yi Ryung. What are you doing here?
Are you going to America, too?
Are you going to there on a business trip with President Joo?
No, I'm just going there to take care of some personal business.
I read in the newspaper that you're going to America to film a movie.
Oh, that. I'm just going there for an audition.
- Is he with you?
My seat is over there. Come over to chat if you get bored.
We went to school together.
I got you a seat on a flight that leaves in two hours.
- Nothing sooner?
- No, nothing as of now.
You just let Tae Gong Shil leave?
She told me that she was going to leave as soon as Cha Hee Joo's case was resolved.
So... you just let her leave instead of grabbing onto her and asking her to stay?
I'm not letting her leave.
I'm going to follow her and bring her back.
Even if you were to follow her there, she has a two hour head start on you.
What if you lose track of her during that time gap?
This is a tracking device. Take this with you.
I wasn't sure what was going to happen, so I put a tracking device in Gong Shil's bag.
Tae Gong Shil doesn't know that I did that.
Go and make sure that you find her, and bring her back.
You're a very clever man, Team Leader Kang.
Come back and work for me at Kingdom again.
I'll double your salary.
Turn it on for me.
[Tae Yi Ryung]
Kang Woo.
Did you know that Tae Gong Shil is on her way to America?
- How do you know that?
- She's on the same flight that I'm on!
She's going to America with some man whom I've never seen before.
Really?
Tae Gong Shil is on the same flight that Tae Yi Ryung is on right now.
The plane is still on the ground.
Hello?
Hello?
Hey!
Hey, you dog...
President Joo Joong Won?
Ms. Tae Yi Ryung, listen to me very carefully.
I need your gifted acting skills right now.
Excuse me?
Hey.
Do you consider me a good actress?
What?
Make sure you don't get yourself involved in the act that I'm about to put on, okay?
Yi Ryung!
What's wrong?
Gong Shil.
My stomach hurts.
What? What's wrong with your stomach?
I don't know. But it really hurts!
I think it's my appendicitis!
Help! Someone help us!
Please! We need some help!
- Is she okay? - She needs help.
Gong Shil.
It's okay, Yi Ryung.
Just hang on.
- Big Sun.
- Yes?
Stay with me.
Big Sun.
Gong Shil!
Don't leave me, Gong Shil!
- It's okay, just hang on.
Gong Shil!
Gong Shil!
- Big Sun!
No!
Come with me!
- You go on ahead.
You're her guardian, so you get in with her.
Tae Gong Shil!
I never knew that a day would come when I'd be impressed by Tae Yi Ryung's acting.
You managed to get her to stay, but what are you going to do now?
Be understanding, and considerate...
I'm going to have to start doing those things.
I want you to remain by my side and help me.
I'm not good at things like that.
So, if it seems like I'm doing it wrong, you have to get on my case and if I try to deviate from it, you have to stop me.
Just like what you've been doing at my side for the past 15 years.
Yes, I'll do that.
But, Master Joo.
I'm a little disappointed.
I've been on your case for the past 15 years, but you didn't even budge.
But look at how easily you've opened up your heart to Ms. Tae whom you've only known for a brief while.
It wasn't easy.
You know that I'm not that easy of a person.
I'm not so sure.
- Chief Secretary Kim. - Yes?
Okay.
Little Sun.
You're acting way too normal for someone who was dying a minute ago.
Can't you tell by looking?
I was faking it.
I've been taking acting lessons from an acting coach lately and my acting's gotten much better.
I just got a script for a woman who has terminal illness.
Maybe I should do that.
Did you get me off that plane just so that you could practice your acting on me?
Well, I didn't really want to go to that audition anyways.
And President Joo Joong Won asked me to do it.
He asked me to get you off that plane.
- President Joo asked you to do that? - I didn't want to do it either.
I don't like seeing you being happy with someone as successful as President Joo.
Then why did you do it?
Because things need to get better for you, and you have to become safe and happy.
In order for him to stop watching over you, and feel safe enough to leave your side...
I couldn't think of any other solution other than finding you happiness with President Joo.
That's why I helped him.
If that's the case, then you shouldn't have gotten yourself involved.
Because I was leaving so that I could be safe and happy.
You seem to be saying that because you don't want to lose face in front of me.
But that's not at all how you looked.
'I love you too much, and that's why I'm leaving you.'
That's the candy fluff you're trying to play off right now.
- Candy? - That's right.
I'm not good enough, so I'm leaving for your own good.
Make me stay if you really love me.
If you do, then I'll relent and stay. I know that's what you're doing.
President Joo did more than his share by getting you off of that plane.
Stop playing hard to get, and let him grab onto you now.
If you insist on dragging it out, it'll only exhaust everyone involved.
Yi Ryung.
I have a big fatal flaw, so I can't pretend to be weak and just grab onto him.
A fatal flaw?
I think I know what it is.
You need both Kang Woo and President Joo to feel empathy for you and protect you.
Okay, what is it?
I... see dead people.
What?
There's one in here, too.
I think he was a patient who passed away in this hospital room.
I don't believe in things like that.
Okay. Anyways, he wants me to pass along a message to you.
He says he's a fan of yours.
I'm leaving now.
Hey, Tae Gong Shil! Where are you going?
If you leave me all alone after telling me something like that.
It's scary.
I really hate ghost stories.
When I was being clingy, but even when I'm leaving... I'm still nothing but a gold digging candy girl in everyone else's eyes.
Woo Jin, it's you.
But... why are you still here?
It's Woo Jin's mom.
Woo Jin. Seeing you reminds me of a terrifying memory.
I don't want to see you.
Mr. Joo Joong Won.
You forcefully brought back the sun that was trying to leave.
But, did you manage to have her rise at your side again?
- Who are you?
- I'm the man that's leaving with Gong Shil.
I'm sure that Gong Shil must've told you.
I've met someone who can see and hear the same things that I can.
You're telling me that you see ghosts like Tae Gong Shil does?
Unlike you... I'm someone who lives in the same world which Gong Shil lives in.
Ms. Tae!
- Chief Secretary Kim.
- How could you have left without a word?
Were you running away... to avoid Master Joo?
I wasn't running away.
- I was just going to search for something.
The reason why I ended up this way.
I was leaving to search for a reason why I was made to be able to see dead people.
Are you saying if she goes to those places that she's been with you that she'll be able to find the reason why?
I'm not sure of that myself.
We can only know once we get there.
When you're not even sure of it yourself you were still trying to take her that far away from here?
That's not what's important.
What's important is that for the very first time... Gong Shil has started to take a real look at herself and who she is.
She's hid herself away living in torment while avoiding others all these years, hasn't she?
And when you appeared, you were like a safe haven she could escape to.
But, now...
Gong Shil is considering stepping out on her own away from you.
That's why I came to see Gong Shil.
What is it... that you can do for Tae Gong Shil?
Her memories from those three years that she roamed this earth as a spirit... I'm going to help her regain those memories.
Since that's when she started seeing spirits... once she regains her memories of that time... it'll transform Gong Shil.
- How so?
- She won't be afraid anymore.
She may be able to accept her ability to see spirits, or... it's possible that she may even lose that ability.
You're saying that it's possible she may not be able to see ghosts anymore?
Yes.
Whether she accepts her ability, or loses her ability... the defense shield you can offer to Gong Shil will become meaningless to her.
Is Tae Gong Shil aware of all this?
Yes.
That's why she's coming with me.
So, you thought that I was leaving for President Joo's sake?
I was really only thinking of myself when I tried to leave.
Now that I think about it, Candy is much more of a romanticist than I am.
To leave like that for the sake of someone else.
I'm not that innocent, bright, nor kind hearted like that.
You've changed a lot, just like how Master Joo has changed.
You used to say that you were just grateful to have someone like you.
The sun that was crumpled down below is now saying how she wants to rise high up in the sun and shine brilliantly.
And there's nothing I can do about it either. I'm at a loss for what to do.
Seriously.
Then do you think President Joo could have the same misunderstanding?
Do I really have to put on my Candy act?
I'm not sure.
I'm not sure where Master Joo stands.
He's Master Joo.
Even though I had to force you to come back...
I feel like I can finally breathe again now that you're standing in front of me.
Listen, President Joo. Why did you hold me back?
I was trying to leave for your own sake because I knew I wasn't good enough for you.
Who do you think you're talking to?
Do you think that I'm going to run over to you and hold onto you from the back just because you're putting on that act?
Was I being that obvious?
Did the blunt and brazen sun all of a sudden become a moon of purity?
I just thought that you'd feel less offended and be a little bit more understanding if I told you that I did what I did for your benefit sake.
Even if you come off sounding really blunt, I like you better when you're being honest.
I don't like it when you change who you are which only ends up confusing me.
Okay, then I'll be blunt and tell you how it is.
I...
I'm leaving for the sake of my own survival.
It's not that I hadn't thought of you at all... but my own well-being came first.
Initially, I felt comfortable to cling onto you as my defensive shield.
Because I just clung onto you without having to think about anything else.
Then I started to have feelings for you, I think that's when it all started.
That's when I started hating myself for my ability to see ghosts.
You told me that you'd lower yourself as much as you can to suit me, right?
But... I felt so pathetic about how low my life was.
I can't live like this anymore.
I need to find out why I ended up this way.
I want to get rid of my ability to see ghosts if I can.
Can you find your reason, and come back to me?
I can't promise you that I'll come back to you.
Because if I don't change from the way I am now... there's no way that I'll return to your side ever again.
I told you, didn't I?
I don't want to remain as the sun of misfortune at your side.
The day that I got stabbed by the screwdriver...
I never should've gone after you.
And fortunately, your life didn't end then... you were able to find a way to continue on with your life the way you're meant to.
Can you understand what I'm saying?
I'm not a dumb street mutt. I got it, so you can give it a rest.
Thank you.
Seeing how you're able to walk around freely at a hospital when you once told me that it was the scariest place to you in the world...
I guess you won't be coming back because you missed having your defensive shield.
I need to find another weapon to bring us back together. Wait for me until I do.
I'm going to leave just like I had planned.
Then you'll be meeting some cops on your way to the airport.
Why?
Because... you're a sexual molester.
You've touched every nook and cranny of my body.
You even crawled onto my bed without my permission.
You even paid me for the privilege of doing that, didn't you?
10,000 won.
One million won.
Didn't you just tell me that you understood?
Even if I understood, I have no intention of being considerate.
There's no way that I'll just send you off peacefully.
I'm just going to start doing whatever I want from now on without a guilty conscience.
You can handle everything from now on all on your own.
Once I think that you're no longer afraid of ghosts, and that you'll be okay alone... that's when you can tell me to stop coming, and go back to my own neighborhood.
That woman doesn't have any self-respect.
There's a definite reason why she can't let me go... and that's why she doesn't have the luxury to care about any self-respect.
I don't get scared when I'm sure of the ending.
All I ever told her every day was for her to handle everything and that there was a sure ending for us.
And now... I got what I asked for.
But still... I got to tell her exactly how I felt.
I love you.
Would that... have been enough?
I guess I must've gone as far as what I feared in my worst case scenario.
I totally forgot that I said those words to her.
The things I said to Madame Go... that was the worst thing I could've said.
Death, the end, and not being attracted...
I said some words that I never should've said if it hadn't been for that specific situation.
I don't want to retrieve those words just to complicate things again.
No, I'm sure she didn't hear me say that.
The deal with Madame Go is all over now.
I even paid her a huge amount of money so that she never comes back again.
I need to say nicer words to her.
That way I can ask her how can she treat me so coldly like this.
I heard that Han Na Brown was the culprit?
Ugh, it could've been really bad for President Joo.
Can you imagine how bad it would be if they got together like you wanted them to?
I can't even fathom how shocked my Joong Won must've been.
You said that they were able to catch her all thanks to Tae Gong Shil's help, right?
Yes.
Honey. What Bang Shil did was amazing.
Honey.
Joong Won. Are you okay?
Aunt. I'm really struggling right now, so let's do this some other time.
Okay.
President Joo. I'm sure that you must be exhausted.
I'll take care of the Shanghai meeting, and the finalization of all the paperwork.
I have both sides of my brain for that, one to ponder business... and the other side for my own personal life.
I can take care of them both myself.
So both of you... just leave.
Go, I said.
It seems as though President Joo is suffering from the huge shock.
I think he needs someone who'll be at his side to comfort and console him.
He has me.
Yes, I know that he has you. What he needs now is a warm loving presence.
Who are you referring to?
I'm talking about Bang Shil.
Deputy Ahn told me a few things.
And I guess Tae Gong Shil was trying to... leave for somewhere far away after she resolved the case for him.
President Joo went after her and got her back.
My goodness... my heart just breaks for them.
I was really touched after I heard the story about the two of you from Deputy Ahn.
You getting on that plane, and Master Joo coming after you.
That's just unbelievable.
If you really want to test the boundaries of love getting on the plane and pretending to leave is a pretty good tactic to use.
It wasn't like that.
Gong Shil. President Joo went through all that trouble to bring you back and make you stay.
You shouldn't go.
Okay? He's not the reason why I'm leaving.
Hey, that man...
You told me that he even knows about the things you see.
If he's telling you that he still likes you even after knowing all that then shouldn't that be the end of it?
Even in your eyes... do you think that he's above my limit, and I'm playing hard to get undeservingly?
Ms. Tae Gong Shil, you should give it a rest and stop playing so hard to get, okay?
Why are you talking to my sister like that?
Ms. Tae Gong Shil.
You're being asked to come to the vice president's office.
- Me? - Yes.
Why?
Once she gets President Joo's aunt's approval... then I guess things will go the way that the vice president wanted it to go.
I didn't think that it was possible for Master Joo and Gong Shil to work out.
I was starting to wonder if I got on the wrong side of the fence but it ends up that I had chosen the golden side of the fence.
Lee Han Joo, you were on the vice president's side?
Of course, I'm the vice president's eyes, ears, mouth.
I'm his head, shoulders, knees and toes...
Then were you the blabbermouth from the vice president's office?
All those times that you took me out to eat jokbal and everything else it was all so that you could go around blabbing that mouth of yours?
So, you were just fishing for information?
Wait, Tae Gong Ri!
I'm not going to touch you, nor provoke you for the time being.
So, stop with all that needless talk of leaving just to make things harder for my Joong Won right now.
You two are telling me that you can't live without one another and it seems I've just made things even more poignant and heart wrenching by getting in the middle of it.
So, I'm not going to do that anymore.
I trust that my nephew won't go off the deep end... and he'll come back to his senses.
No, don't do that.
I don't have the luxury to love anyone to the point of it being heart wrenching.
You once told me that I was ominous, didn't you?
What you said was right.
I've dragged President Joo into my life and made him stand on the brink on the death.
Yet, here I am staring into that face all over again.
I'm never going to repeat that same mistake again.
Bang Shil.
Do you have a grudge against me because I was a bit harsh with you in the past?
Are you trying to get an apology from me or something?
- Is that it?
I know that it's only because you love President Joo very much.
You're very precious to the person that I care deeply about.
If anything, I'm grateful to you.
Are you... trying to play me, too?
No.
I'm just going to leave you be, and get lost for good.
It seems as though you're starting to have some doubts.
Everyone can't seem to understand me.
They all thought the same... that I was bluffing and playing hard to get.
They think it's ludicrous that someone like President Joo would want me to stay.
Then... do you want to try remaining at his side... and live your life together while enduring and handling what may come your way?
Because it seemed to me that he was ready to do that.
You know that I can't do that.
My decision to leave was an extremely difficult decision for me to make.
Even the thought of never being able to see him again... makes me feel completely empty inside.
This kid... is he following you around?
His name is Woo Jin.
He follows me because he's really worried about his mom.
- Are you not going to help this kid out?
- No, I'm not. The last time I followed this kid, I almost caused Joong Won to die.
I'm going with you because I don't want to do anything like that again.
Then, I'll wait for you at the airport tomorrow.
It's up to you whether you'll come with me or not.
So you're the cause of Gong Shil's agony, huh?
It seems as though even her final decision...
She's sleeping?
After threatening me to come with the necessities after a fake hospitalization... and she sleeps?
It seemed like a big project led by a famous director.
I wonder if she's making a huge mistake by letting go of this opportunity.
Seeing how she's sleeping so peacefully...
What the heck?
Did you attack me just now?
Even though I'm a little flustered by your surprise ambush... but I came prepared for it.
So, I won't get mad at you.
But... are you sure that was enough?
I was prepared for something even more drastic with you being the black whiskered whale and all.
But thanks for such a bland ending.
What?
You really won't get mad if I do something more than that?
No, I wouldn't have gotten mad.
It's an opportunity that you even gave up an international movie for... but that's too bad.
Kang Woo!
That didn't count.
I'm going to do it right this time.
There are reporters waiting outside.
You can't come out there, okay?
I should've just jumped on him.
I was attempting to organize my thoughts in order to renegotiate with you.
I discovered a huge injustice along the process.
The more I think about it, the more ridiculous it all seems.
What's ridiculous?
You and I've been taking turns talking about our end.
When in fact, we've never even really started.
We've never once shared a meal, or held hands without having a ghost involved.
Talking about our ending when there wasn't even a beginning...
Don't you find that funny?
I've touched you, grabbed you, and poked you enough to get accused of sexual harassment.
But I've never once touched you just because I wanted to from liking you.
Forget all that talk about leaving and just grab my hand and let's just go grab dinner together.
It feels weird.
I think this is the first time I've ever held your hand without there being a ghost.
See?
Doesn't it feel unfair to just end it after only having held hands once?
Since I've grabbed onto your hand, why don't we go have dinner together?
I'll just go in and change real quick.
Make it quick.
This is my favorite udon restaurant.
This place is the best in this area.
I love udon so much, that I find myself eating it about five times a week.
This is the first time I've ever heard of how much you like udon.
I hate these fat noodles that sits in a bowl of this hot broth.
I like the refreshing tasting and thin nangmyun noodles.
- I see. So you like nangmyun?
- That doesn't mean that I like all nangmyun.
I only like it from this certain restaurant. It's number three on their menu.
But... ever since the grandmother of that place passed away the flavor of the dish changed, so I've quit eating nangmyun.
Really?
Had I known sooner, I would've stopped by that nangmyun place.
If that deceased grandmother was still there don't you think I could've found out why the flavor of the dish had changed?
If you leave just like this... even my chances of ever eating another bowl of nangmyun also disappears.
I find that to be unfair, too.
Where's that nangmyun place?
I'll stop by before I leave.
Don't pretend to care when you're just going to leave and abandon me.
Go on and eat before your fat noodles get fatter.
I hope you really enjoy eating it... and that you feel a sense of longing whenever you eat another bowl of udon.
I come to this place from time to time to get some exercise.
I used to be really good at sports. I was especially good at tennis.
I'm good at other thing besides tennis such as horseback riding, golf, and archery.
I guess you would've concentrated more on being athletic since you couldn't read.
I, on the other hand, only read because I couldn't go outside.
That's too bad.
We could've lived together with me reading all the books that you'd recommend and with me teaching you all the sports that I'm really good at.
You're breaking the fundamental structure of 'Give and Take' when you leave.
I guess you're right.
I've always wanted to learn how to horseback ride, and how to golf.
I have horses, golf courses, swimming pools, and tennis courts.
I have them all. In other words, you could say that I have a lifetime membership to all those things.
You even have horses?
I saw the ghost of a horse once.
But you can't ride the ghost of a horse.
President Joo.
There's an old lady sitting on that bench who likes to mess with couples on their dates.
All the couples that sits on that bench ends up breaking up.
Excuse me!
They'll end up breaking up if I just leave them alone.
Then let them break up. My relationship is about to be broken up as well.
I don't want to see others having a happy ending.
Tae Gong Shil.
Don't go.
Ms. Tae told me that she was leaving for the sake of her own benefit.
That's why I'm sure Master Joo won't be able to force her to stay either.
I've always thought that President Joo could do the things for Tae Gong Shil that I never could do for her myself.
That's why I've taken a step back only to stare at her from afar.
But... if Tae Gong Shil is saying that she herself is what she's really afraid of... then the only thing President Joo can do... is to take a step back and watch her as he waits for her like I've done.
Master Joo has never once accepted a person's decision for what it is.
Whether he'll be able to be understand and be considerate of her decision... is something that I'm not sure he'll be able to do.
I didn't even know that jerk was the blabbermouth I've been searching for.
I went out to eat chicken gizzards, and even lamb hearts with him?
Hey! Blabbermouth!
This is my bottle.
I didn't pour that drink just so you can dump it into that cheap blabbermouth of yours.
Hey, blabbermouth.
Why aren't you saying anything?
Why don't you try saying something?
Huh? That cheap mouth of yours is useless unless it's used for gossiping, right?
Hey. Hey!
What... what did you just do with that cheap mouth of yours?
Now that's the only kind of excuse my lips can make.
Your excuse... was a little short.
Then... should I give you a longer explanation?
First of all... since you can't be the only sober one here, start drinking.
Give us another bottle.
It tastes so sweet. So sweet.
I really like the rooftop of your place.
I can now understand why you say that you feel most comfortable up there.
It's a perfect place to have a beer.
I want to fill up your fridge with beer... and I want to come over every day to have one.
Tae Gong Shil. How many beers should I get to fill up your fridge?
Should I buy one beer for tonight, or can I fill it up as much as I want?
For now... just a single pack.
Six beers?
I want to have a beer too while holding your hand.
If it's only six beers, we can either drink them all tonight or if there are still some left...
Okay. One pack.
Any specific kind you like? No, I'll figure that out on my own.
We'll just start off with a pack.
It would be too unfair to just leave without even doing that.
One pack. Six days.
I've bought myself that much time at least.
Woo Jin.
Gong Shil, please help my mom.
No, I don't want to.
I'm not going to look at you.
Gong Shil. Please help me.
I'm not going.
Go away.
I said, I'm not going!
Where did she go?
[President Joo]
Why isn't she answering her phone?
Miss. Aren't you going to answer your phone?
I wasn't sure what was going to happen, so I put a tracking device in Gong Shil's bag.
Found it.
Driver, stop the car.
Woo Jin. Mommy is coming to be with you.
Ma'am!
No, you can't!
Please don't do this!
Let go!
Please don't do this.
Don't do this!
Please calm down.
You can't do this.
Woo Jin. Woo Jin!
- You can't do this.
It's too dangerous.
- I want to go to him!
It's okay.
Woo Jin is standing next to her.
He came to ask for my help because his mother was in danger.
I almost got you killed the last time I followed that kid.
But I ended up following him again.
Even though I stopped her this time, she may try doing the same thing again.
That's her life.
How can you expect yourself to handle all that?
I kept being swayed because I continue to see and hear them.
Even though I really hate it, this is just who I am.
I can't even handle myself. So, how can you be expected to handle me?
If you go with that man... will you then be able to stop seeing the things that you don't want to see?
I don't know.
But don't you think that I should at least try to find out why I ended up this way?
I'll accept your decision.
Okay.
This ends right here.
Tae Gong Shil. You and I are nothing but two people who've only held hands once and shared one single meal together.
It means that we'll easily forget one another.
I'm going... to forget you.
Okay. If you really hate me... you can curse me and call me a bitch who left you after bewitching you.
No, thanks.
There's no need to curse out a woman whom I've only held hands and dined with once.
I'm leaving.
Even to the very end... she hadn't said... that she loves me.
It has now been three hundred... and seventy five days since the sun gone down in my life.
But I haven't collapse and crumble.
What should I wear today?
- Is everything prepared? - Yes.
Our sales and revenue must beat out Giant Mall in the annual sales report.
We're preparing some special events for the end of the year sales drive.
I'll be leaving for Shanghai after this season ends.
We need a huge and definitive advantage over Giant Mall in sales before I leave.
- How much?
This much.
- This much.
Even bigger. This much!
Once Joong Won leaves for Shanghai next year... you'll be taking over his position as the President of this location.
The thought of that gives me the butterflies.
I have to do whatever I can to make sure that he gets married before he leaves.
He sees Ms. Park So Hyun with all the frequent meeting with Sejin Group, right?
- What do you think of those two?
- They only get into hot debates over money. I don't see any possibilities between those two.
Why don't you try setting up a dinner or something after one of those meetings? You can do that, can't you?
Well... yes, okay.
But...
From the way I see it... it seems to me that President Joo is waiting.
Do you think that it makes any sense that Joong Won would wait around for anyone?
As long as he wants, I can get a line of women for him from here to the moon.
But... Bang Shil?
What is she... a princess from outer space or something?
- Why would he wait for her? - Well, you know...
I'm waiting for the sun to rise again.
As a show of your belief that the sun will rise again... can you bang the can, and spin the lid?
Thanks. In its own way, it comforts me when you bang the can and spin the lid for me.
Deputy Ahn. Did you tell him that his meeting with Sejin Group is at the Palace Hotel?
Yes, Sejin Group called this morning to confirm as well.
Oh no, what to do?
I needed to coordinate with President Joo's schedule and set the meeting up at Kingdom but I seemed to have made a mistake.
I have to go with him to that meeting. President Joo will probably get really upset if we change the schedule.
I'll speak to him since I'm the one who made the mistake.
How in the world did I make such a simple mistake like that?
I wonder if I was bewitched by a ghost.
We're here way too early for the meeting.
There's no way that Chief Secretary Kim would've made a simple mistake like this. I wonder... if he's really sick?
Chief Secretary Kim. Have you been to the hospital yet?
You still have to consider your age even if it is just a cold. Take the next few days off and rest.
You're going to get me sick with your cold. I'm going to send over the doctor, so just stay home and don't go anywhere. What about dinner?
I'll send over some of your favorite tuna porridge.
No, you can't have any ice cream.
I'm hanging up.
I noticed you when you first walked in. If it's okay with you, can I join you for a drink?
No, I'm actually waiting for someone.
You've been sitting here by yourself all night.
- Well, yes... excuse me.
- Would it be okay if I moved my seat?
Thank you.
This change is nice.
Has Seoul's night skyline always been this pretty?
Excuse me, Miss.
Would you like to have a drink with me?
No, thanks.
Please go away.
You look so much like someone I know.
I said, forget it.
You're really... not going to look at me?
I'm here with someone.
Who?
A ghost?
It is you, Tae Gong Shil. The bitch who left me after bewitching me.
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The only way I won't be aggrieved is if you felt like dying without me.
I just feel slightly disappointed when you're not around.
I haven't been waiting around hoping for you to remember me.
All I needed to do is show you this and you'll remember who I am. But I purposely kept it and didn't return it to you.
You purposely kept it to yourself... and didn't return it to me?
Yes. I thought it would be better for the both of us not to have this.
I was planning to throw this away since it was just something that I picked up.
Here, you can have it.
You were seriously...
thinking of throwing it away?
Yes.
So, if I hadn't taken it upon myself to remember and recover it.
You really were planning to toss this away, and never to be found again?
Yes. Anyways, I've already thrown it away.
Then... should I throw it away too?
Since it's yours to begin, you can do whatever you want with it.
Fine. Then I'll throw it away, too. I'll simply get rid of it.
Are you in pain?
Yeah, I'm in pain.
I feel like my back is splitting in half.
I thought you've fully recovered.
Have you ever been stabbed with a screwdriver?
If it had gone any deeper, it would've pierced my heart.
Does it still hurt?
The moment I got my memories back... the shock and agonizing pain I felt when I got stabbed came back, too.
Let's get you home.
Yeah, I think I need to go home.
Take me to the parking garage.
I'll go get someone to help you.
I got hurt because of you, and you can't even help me walk?
Aren't you being too harsh?
Okay, let's go.
You didn't even once visit me at the hospital while I was there, did you?
Why are you disappointed when you don't even remember being there?
Do you know how much pain I was in?
To be honest, it still aches whenever I take a breath.
Yes, I'm sure that you were in a great deal of pain.
Is that the best you can say?
Can't you be a bit more sincere when you say that?
Yes, I'm sure that you were in a great deal of pain.
Right there. That's where it hurts.
- You do the driving.
- Me?
Then you expect me to drive when I'm in this much pain?
Unlock the door.
It'll be dangerous if something jumps out while you're driving.
This is for my own safety.
Just concentrate on driving.
I have to concentrate on enduring my pain.
Start the car.
I'm sorry, Han Na.
I don't think Joong Won was feeling well, he probably went home.
I think he went off to see Tae Gong Shil.
I guess he still feels drawn to her even though he has no memories of her.
She was the woman he cared far enough to risk his own life.
It's understandable that he would feel this way.
Did Mr. Joo Joong Won get hurt in his attempt to save her?
- No! - Yes, that's right.
I see.
I had no idea that Tae Gong Shil meant that much to Mr. Joo Joong Won.
We look the same... but you're not the one that Joong Won likes.
The only thing that Joong Won knows is that he likes a girl named Cha Hee Joo.
I want to tell Joong Won... who I truly am.
I'm sorry, Hee Joo.
I wasn't able to take in my twin nieces that my sister left behind.
Of the twins... Han Na was adopted, and she moved to England.
And Hee Joo grew up in an orphanage here in Korea.
Didn't you tell me that I have a twin?
I want to go and find my sister.
This is the picture they sent me when they met for the first time.
I was going to come to Korea myself, so that I could also meet Hee Joo.
But when Han Na came back to England... she told me that Hee Joo had died in an accident.
My little sister is dead.
Why didn't you look her? She was left her all alone there.
And I haven't seen Han Na again since that day.
But... why do you think that after these past 15 years... she's appeared by Master Joo's side?
There's a very high probability that she was the co-conspirator.
Han Na... would've never done something like that.
President Joo will be shocked when he finds out Han Na is the late Cha Hee Joo's twin.
But, when he finds out that you're a blood relative of Cha Hee Joo's... he will be tremendously shocked.
It's even possible that he may misunderstand the nature of your true intentions.
You think... that all those years that I've remained by Master Joo's side... would end up in a terrible misunderstanding?
Get some rest. I'm going to get going now.
What would you like to drink?
I'm going to have a beer, and you can have a soda.
Since I don't have any soda, you can have some sparkling water.
I thought that you said you were in pain.
Do you really think that I've brought you all the way here because of my back pain?
You know that wasn't the real reason, but you still came with me.
Okay, let's just forget everything that we've agreed to disregard... and start over from scratch, and reorganize our thoughts.
Okay, fine. Let's talk now since I'm here.
I understand that you wanted to run away because of your guilt.
You probably think this was all your fault for dragging me in but I'm also partly to blame because I ran in there without a plan.
End of story. We just need to more cautious from now on.
I'd always anticipated that we'll end things at some point and that made me wanted to keep one foot out the door.
But... after that near death experience... that's when I knew for sure...
I don't want to end things with you.
I'm not going to end it.
Just remain by my side. I'll handle everything.
So, you've already decided that's what you want to do?
That's right. So, when I start to seduce you... you just need to fall for me and come to me.
Drink up.
I don't think that I'm going to fall for you that easily.
To me you are no longer... the desperately necessary entity that I needed like before.
I'm your defensive shield.
What happened? Did I lose my ability when I got stabbed by the screwdriver?
No, that's not it.
It's just that I'm no longer afraid of the ghosts like I used to be.
So, I no longer need to have a defensive shield.
You're still really great, and rich and all... but that ultimate attractiveness about you that drew me to you is no longer there.
You sucked up to me by saying that I was a shield made out of the finest marble in this world when you really needed me.
But, what am I?
You no longer find me attractive because you're not afraid ghosts anymore?
Yes.
It's the same thing as a woman liking a man for his money and the guy loses his attraction to her when he loses his fortune.
I've lowered myself as much as I could go to fit you on your level... but you're telling me that that my worth has gone down?
Then do you want to renegotiate our terms?
Don't lower yourself to suit me, or fall any lower either.
I told you that I don't want that.
I'm going to go now.
Okay, you can go for now.
We'll renegotiate once I'm done staring at myself in the mirror and find some other appeal that I can offer to you.
You do that.
You.
She says you're not attractive. You've never heard that before, have you?
No, don't quiver. And don't get angry either.
We'll go back and renegotiate.
Just endure it.
Unclench your fist.
This is no fun.
I'm unattractive to her.
You're quick with your calculations.
Just name your price.
I'll give you whatever you want. You must've figured out a very precise answer to your calculation.
Once I pay up, Tae Gong Shil's contract with you is over. If you ever drag her into your plans again
I'll become the matchmaker this time and marry you off to one of your spirits.
But for that to happen, it would mean that you'd have to die first.
I will never... block your sun from you again.
I'll try talking to Madame Go.
Your top priority is their looks? Why do you care so much about looks when you're already dead?
Excuse me?
You think that man is perfect?
But... that man is still alive!
What are you thinking?
Just get lost!
I heard that it's going to rain tonight. - Are you going on your GT dressed like that?
- What's a 'GT'?
The 'Ghost Training' that Madame Go makes you go on.
Did you train yourself to not be afraid when you go ghost hunting?
- I've signed a contract with her.
- That's all over now.
She and I have come to a settlement.
There's no need for you to thank me.
Just give me extra points to make up for the points I lost on my attraction scale.
Ah... you settled it with her?
That's good.
I'm sure you've already heard... I signed that contract because I want to bring you back to life.
I thought it was great that you were able to wake back up safely... but I did feel that it was a little unfair that I got shafted on this.
Shafted?
Sacrifice, devotion, love...
It would sound so much better if you had used those kinds of words instead.
Feelings like that only exist in fairy tales.
The wolf and the lamb who meets on that stormy night... their feelings for each other are so pure and sweet, isn't it?
That because it's a children's book. But in reality, a wolf and a lamb cannot be together.
I came back to life from the brink of death. I left reality to jump into a fairytale.
But it sounds like you crawled out of the fairytale into reality during that time.
Mine was a very cruel fairytale.
A dark fairytale where a person dies and come visit the other.
It scared me so much, I crawled out of that fairytale.
You should just go back to your neighborhood now.
This is the third time you've told me to get lost today.
Which means, I've endured you turning me down three times.
Don't you remember what you once said to me?
Sticking around after being told to get lost is something only a mutt would do.
It seems to me that you're not taking your own advice.
My ears are wide open, and I can hear you very well.
But, I don't understand it.
Grandmother, what are you doing here again?
We're in the middle of an important conversation.
What are you doing?
Tell them to come back another time.
Your son is there doing that again?
That's very dangerous.
Okay, let's go.
Where are you going?
Don't touch me. This isn't the time for your defensive shield.
Just go home.
This is the fourth time she told me to get lost.
I'm counting the number of times.
- Grandmother, it's okay.
- I think it's going to start raining soon. Are you really not afraid at all?
I can handle it. Is your son in a bad state?
You're not able to leave in peace because your son is still causing trouble, right?
What grandmother? Tell me what's going on.
You can't see the grandmother anyways. So, you don't need to know.
Right?
Why are you laughing?
What do you care? You can't hear her anyways.
Yes, you're right. He is, right?
- He's a bit... - Are you guys talking about me? I don't need to hear to know that.
There he is!
Mister!
Mister from the supermarket! Mister!
Mister!
I can see him, too.
How much did he have to drink?
Mister.
Mister from the supermarket!
Grandmother, should I wake him up like I did before?
National Singing Competition!
I won first place at that competition.
Yes, you did.
Someone who won first place at a national singing competition can't be lying in the middle of the streets, right?
It's very dangerous to be there in front of the truck like that.
Come on, let's go.
You could've just explained what was going on to me.
If that man was dangerous and if he held a weapon at me would you run to save me again like the last time?
What if he had a gun in his hand?
Would you have taken the bullet for me?
I'm not going to drag you into situations like that anymore.
Are you asking me to leave you to face these dangers alone?
It's more dangerous when the two of us are together.
We don't see or hear the same things.
You can grab onto me and not see or hear anything either.
How can I live my life clinging onto you like that? I have my own world to live in.
So, you were serious when you told me that you can live without me.
You were bewitched because of my persistent clinging.
Truthfully, no other woman in this world would've come onto you like I did.

I came back even after getting pulled away by the hair. I clung onto you even though you've told me to get lost a 100 times.
I'm sorry, President Joo. There's absolutely no reason why you should let me stick around you.
That's right. I fell for your spell, and lost my mind.
You're saying all the right words, but I still can't understand any of it.
I must've turned into a street mutt.
Once you take a step back from me, and think about it very carefully you'll come back to your senses.
I don't want to hear you telling me to get lost for the fifth time. I'm going to get going. Be careful going home alone.
You're still here?
What?
There's someone who wants to meet me?
Right now?
Who?
You came.
I've asked Joon Suk to bring you here so that I could see you.
Joon Suk is the kid who's been asking you to buy coffee every day.
Gong Shil. Do you... remember who I am?
I know you.
I'm positive that I've seen you in my dreams.
It wasn't just a dream.
You were with me during the three long years that you were in a coma.
The sun will rise again, and I'll be back by your side again.
Because... you're here.
Meeting you felt like a fresh ray of sunshine.
You have no idea how reassuring it feels to know that I have a defensive shield to run there when I'm truly scared.
Master Joo, are you awake?
How can I live the rest of my life clinging onto you like that?
I have my own world that I need to live in.
He's someone who can see and hear the same things that I do?
I was the one who discovered you out there in the woods.
Because your spirit came and told me where you were.
During the whole time you were lying in a coma in the hospital... your spirit never went back to your body.
We stayed together for three whole years.
I've lived as a ghost for three whole years?
Is that why I'm able to see ghosts?
I don't know the exact reason for it myself.
Because I don't know how I came to see them either.
Here.
You were with me at all the places that I took those pictures.
He's telling me that I was there?
Want to go back to those places?
Then you will be able to remember those times that you spent with me.
There's someone else in this world who can see and hear the same things that I can.
I guess you finally realized who I am, Uncle.
I didn't know it was you because you've changed so much, Han Na.
I heard that you went all the way to England to meet with my friends and ask around about me?
Why did you do that?
Did something happen between you and Hee Joo?
Were you involved in the accident... that caused Hee Joo's death?
Chief Secretary Kim!
When did you get back?
I got my memories back while you were gone.
Let's you and I talk. I thought I was going to burst because I had absolutely no one to talk to.
- Come into my office.
- Master Joo.
Before we do that... there's something that you need to hear first.
What is it?
It's about Cha Hee Joo.
- Did you find her twin sister?
- Yes.
And those twin girls... are my nieces.
- Chief Secretary Kim is Cha Hee Joo's uncle?
Someone whom we've suspected to be the twin sister has been found in close proximity to President Joo Joong Won.
Cha Hee Joo's older sister?
How interesting.
You're saying that you suspect me of being the culprit?
These are all the postcards you've sent.
Yes, you're right.
Those are the postcards that I sent to a friend of mine.
You were in every city that I was in.
Have you been following me around?
Is that how it looks like?
I guess... but my uncle was always right by your side.
So, I can understand how it could've looked that way.
Uncle.
Do you remember the emails you always sent me?
Although I never responded to any of them.
You always wrote about where you were, and which place you thought was nice.
And the places you went which you thought may be of help in my studies.
I listened to him because it was an advice given to me by my only blood relative.
Yes, she's right.
I emailed her every month to let her know what I was doing.
I was pretty sure she was reading them, so I never severed ties with my niece.
Uncle.
Although I'm a little shocked to hear that Hee Joo was the culprit... you must know there is no reason for me to have been her co-conspirator.
Han Na grew up in a very rich family.
There's no reason why she would've done something like that for money.
The Han Na that I knew was a very kind and bright child.
She would never have done something like that.
Hee Joo was always the dark one.
And she was really greedy, too.
Why did you keep the secret about you being her twin sister?
Why did you hover so close around me? When I met Hee Joo... she told me all about you.
That's Joo Joong Won.
He came every Christmas to the orphanage with his arms laden with gifts.
I always thought that he looked like a prince.
I've liked him ever since I was little girl.
Hee Joo told me that she never got the courage to talk to you. She always felt too shabby and pathetic.
I gave her the courage she needed... but that love...
ended so tragically.
I became interested in you because you were someone whom Hee Joo liked.
People always say that twins share a very special bond.
I thought that you were showing some interest in me, too.
Then you told me that I wasn't the real thing.
How disappointing.
That's right.
You're a fake.
But I'll take what you're saying right now as the real thing.
Since Chief Secretary Kim... is vouching for you.
I'll be going back to England soon.
Isn't the statue of limitation for Hee Joo's accident ending soon?
I was going to give Hee Joo a proper goodbye when it ends.
But everything turned into such a mess.
I'm sorry for not having told you the truth sooner.
I came to you because I was curious about the boy who was involved in my niece's death.
But...
I saw that the boy's scar ran very deep.
Remaining by that boy's side to help him heal his scar... seemed to be the only thing I could do for the niece that I had lost.
Enough. Please stop.
When you first started...
I told you that you were a recorder and an interpreter.
It seems that I've opened myself up too much in front of those two things.
If you find it burdensome to have me remain by your side...
I'll stop and leave your side.
Do that.
Thanks to you... I was able to escape his suspicion.
You heard from Team Leader Kang, right? That I've been deceitful all this time.
I can understand if you've misinterpreted my intentions.
No.
I've seen Cha Hee Joo.
Hee Joo never once glanced in your direction.
I hear... that you can see spirits?
You've seen dead Hee Joo's spirit?
Yes.
Hee Joo told me that she wanted to protect the culprit.
If the ghost is willing to protect the culprit... then I guess it'll be pretty difficult to catch that person.
You don't think Han Na's the culprit, do you?
Can you... catch the culprit?
I really don't want to do it.
But I think I'm going to have to grant Hee Joo her request.
Are you not suspecting Han Na because you believe what Secretary Kim said?
No.
I'm positive that she is the co-conspirator.
We just need to find the evidence and catch her.
If she goes back to England, it'll all be over.
She came back on her own accord, and she even tried to seduce me.
She wouldn't have done that unless she was sure that there was... no evidence to be found.
So, are you just going to give up, and watch her walk away?
I've found out everything that I want to know.
I wanted to know who the co-conspirator was, and I now know who that was.
She said she wanted to protect her...
because Han Na was her older twin sister.
Cha Hee Joo is dead.
No matter how much you hated her... don't you think that you should at least try... to make an effort to understand why things happened the way it did?
If that's what you're going to do, then don't do it in front of me. Keep doing it behind my back like you did with my father.
Leave.
I'll leave Kingdom, and do it outside of this place.
President Joo.
I don't want to tell you to get lost, too.
If you're here to talk about Hee Joo, then don't.
I've got my 10 billion won radar on.
I keep getting Hee Joo on my radar.
Maybe... it was during the moments when I was dead.
I saw Hee Joo during those moments.
I finished reading that same book while seated in front of her.
And then I felt at peace.
I was able to read all the words that were written on those pages very easily.
I... no longer hate Hee Joo.
Then... does that mean it's all over?
I've continued to see Hee Joo.
She was always standing next to that woman, Han Na.
Didn't you tell me that Hee Joo wanted to protect her co-conspirator?
It's probably why she remained by her side.
Tell her to keep doing that if she wants.
I'm not going to get my money back just because I go after her twin sister.
It's just going to bring more things to light which I don't want to know about.
But still...
I... just want to end it here.
But...
She was the criminal and I was the victim.
I said that I'm letting it go, and just accept things for what they are.
Do I need to try to understand when I can't even see or hear her?
That's why you shouldn't... look at that dead girl any longer either.
Okay.
I'm not going to force you to try to understand things that only I can see and hear anymore.
You should live your life in peace.
This was just something that I wanted to resolve for you.
Your radar is useless.
Tae Gong Shil.
In the beginning, you hated the things that you could see and hear and you clung onto me as your shield because you wanted to escape from that.
But why are you starting to fight me on this?
Why are you trying to see and hear them more and more?
I start to become useless to you.
But your life is more peaceful now.
The more useless we become to one another... the easier our lives will get for the both of us.
I fought and found my way back because I thought you couldn't be without me.
But, I see it was nothing more than a slight disappointment to not have me around.
This is unfair.
If I continue standing here looking at you...
I'm just going to tell you to get lost from the injustice of it all. You should leave.
Team Leader Kang... are you really quitting?
Yes.
I heard that Chief Secretary Kim quit, too.
Yes, I think so.
Thanks... for everything.
First Tae Gong Shil quits her job, then, Chief Secretary Kim, and now Team Leader Kang...
What a mess.
Then who is to become the Team Leader now?
I've decided to go to America.
Okay.
- That's good. - But I can't just leave like this.
What about it?
Have... dinner with me before I leave.
Do you know how many reservations I've canceled because of you?
Okay.
Let's go eat.
I'll treat.
I thought you'd want to go somewhere that would destroy my paycheck.
But this is it? A while back you said you were going to bring me here to eat pickled radishes.
So, I wanted to check it out and see what the big fuss was about.
I took your status into consideration, and rented out the whole place.
Eat as much as you'd like.
But now that we're here like this, it feels a bit weird.
But it's simpler this way.
Let's pretend that we're a couple from high school who met by chance and then parted ways after sharing some ddukbokki... simple and fleeting.
Forget it.
Just go and get me some more pickled radish.
Do I look like a high schooler to you?
Let's cheers.
One shot. You have to knock it back like a black whiskered whale, okay?
This is weird.
I feel like I've been drinking.
Kang Woo.
I don't want to break up with you.
If I had just told you that I wanted to have a drink you you probably would've told me that you don't want to, right?
Have I been drinking alcohol?
I'm not trying to be stubborn...
I'm just not a very good drinker.
Don't you find me the least bit pretty?
Don't I look a bit prettier to you now that you're drunk?
Yes, you're pretty.
Tae Yi Ryung is very pretty.
There are a few times when I thought to myself, wahh you're really pretty when you'd show up out of the blue.
Then why don't you like me when you think I'm pretty? Because there's someone that I want to protect.
She doesn't even know that I've been protecting her this whole time.
Do you think that you're Tae Gong Shil's bodyguard or something?
If she'd just call out my name just once...
But, she won't call my name.
That's why I...
I continue to stand in the sidelines and watch her from afar.
I don't want her... to feel afraid anymore.
I want her to feel safe.
That's the only way...
I can stop being her bodyguard.
I don't want to protect you.
That's why I gave you alcohol.
Because I want to have you all to myself... that's why I'm acting like this.
Where are you saying that you're going to go?
Isn't this another country?
Are you going abroad?
Gong Ri.
There's someone else who's able to see ghosts like I can.
- He wants me to go there with him.
- There's another person like you?
- He really sees the things that you do?
- Yeah. I don't really remember him, but he says he knows me very well.
Gong Ri, during those three years that I spent in the hospital he told me that my spirit came and stayed with him during that whole time.
Do you think Gong Shil...
will end up coming with me?
If she were to come with me... it would make it easier for her to leave that man.
You were there from the beginning, right?
What do you think will happen?
He might be more understanding since he can see the same things... but do you think that you'll be able to leave the man you love behind?
If someone like me who sees and hears useless things remain next to a man who only does what he wants, and hears what he wants... he won't be able to live his life in peace.
You're leaving much quicker than I expected.
If I was any later, I could've missed you completely.
I thought you were going to let me go.
Did you come to capture me? Did you really think that I'd just let you go?
You said that you believed me in front of my uncle.
If I was to capture you as the co-conspirator... Chief Secretary Kim, who's trying to protect his only niece, will be hurt.
The secret agent that my father sent to keep an eye on me is quite good so I was thinking of having him turn you over to the police.
But I'm not going to do that.
Let's you and I see this thing through right here, right now.
Give me back my necklace.
And... get lost.
You seem to be convinced that I'm the culprit.
Did that woman, Tae Gong Shil, hear something from Hee Joo?
Don't involve that woman in this.
Do you want to die and be reunited with Hee Joo?
If that's what you want, I can arrange for that to happen.
That woman must be very special to you.
Have you completely forgotten about Cha Hee Joo?
Waiting fifteen long years to see you is proving to be in vain.
What was this whole thing? Were you trying to approach me again like how you and Hee Joo tried to do in the past?
I guess seduction wasn't your forte.
Even though you were her twin, I've never once been interested in you.
Then I'll tell you the truth... Joo Joong Won.
Cha Hee Joo isn't the woman that you were in love with.
It was her older twin sister...
Han Na.
I'm leaving.
Help me. I'm sorry.
My first love... wasn't Cha Hee Joo... so it was you?
Hee Joo could only watch you from afar... so Han Na pretended to be Hee Joo, and started talking to you in her place.
You're Joo Joong Won, right?
My name is Cha Hee Joo.
Han Na was a girl who shone brightly as if she had the whole world within her grasp.
Ultimately, she got you.
The person that the dark and tragic Hee Joo had desperately wanted for herself.
But in the end, she lost that too.
Hee Joo ended up getting very angry.
That's why she did what she did.
I'm sorry for all this.
Joo Joong Won.
Hee Joo, Han Na. That was something that the two of you planned and did together.
Cha Hee Joo did that all on her own.
Han Na would never do something like that. She was an angel.
Try to remember. The girl whom you were in love with.
One of the two ended up dying. You saw it, didn't you?
You witnessed the moment of her death.
But, which of the girls do you think is dead?
Was it Han Na... or Hee Joo?
Who are you?
- Are you Cha Hee Joo?
- I told you, I'm sweet Han Na.
It was that bitch, Cha Hee Joo, who died.
That's the truth you've known for the past 15 years, isn't it?
You said that the dead girl was a bitch.
It would be too much of a tragedy if it was the nice girl that had died.
You're...
Cha Hee Joo, aren't you?
Cha Hee Joo is going to die here.
If not, then I'm going to kill Joo Joong Won.
Please.
I need you to die as Cha Hee Joo.
I told you that I'm... the nice and sweet Han Na.
I'm the same Han Na whom you used to be in love with. That's why I've returned to you.
I thought that once I've returned... you'd fall in love with me again.
But you already got another woman stuck by your side.
No, you're not it. - You're a fake.
- Why are you acting like this now?
You were too involved in your own scars that you never once tried to find out or understand why that girl ended up dying.
If you just keep on believing the truth you've known... you'll be able to live your life in peace.
Are you saying... that she really ended up dying... because of me?
That's right. She died because of you.
I'm Han Na.
You don't believe me?
Even if you don't...there's no way you can prove it otherwise.
Whatever the case...
I'm sorry for all this.
I'm sorry for all this. - Joo Joong Won. - Joo Joong Won.
Cha Hee Joo.
What... did you just call me?
Cha Hee Joo.
It's me, Hee Joo.
The one and only person who knows that you're the real Cha Hee Joo.
It must have been nice for you to be living as Han Na Brown in my place?
What do you think that you're doing right now?
I borrowed this woman's body because I wanted to talk to you face to face.
This is absurd.
Get away from me.
You don't believe me?
Should I tell you what the last words you said to me?
'Cha Hee Joo is going to die here.'
'If not, I'm going to kill Joo Joong Won.'
'Please. I need you to die as Cha Hee Joo.'
I died as you, and I allowed you to live as me.
Why have you come back, Hee Joo?
Are you... really Han Na?
I stole this woman's body so that I could come see you.
Hee Joo. Should we leave together?
Cha Hee Joo stole Han Na Brown's life... but I can come back to life again by stealing this woman's life.
I died because of you. Isn't that right?
You can bring me back to life again.
Help me. We're sisters.
Okay. Let's leave together.
Just like how Cha Hee Joo has been living as Han Na Brown... you can live your life as Tae Gong Shil.
I'll help you.
And we'll never come near Joo Joong Won again.
This is great.
Because I really didn't like seeing that woman by his side.
Once that woman disappears... Joo Joong Won will be alone.
The rumor about Joo Joong Won being cursed by Cha Hee Joo... I've always liked that rumor.
I guess I'll be leaving him behind with another curse.
Don't run away just because you're afraid.
That's humiliating.
You could've just stayed away, and never come back.
You could've also just left without telling him anything.
So, why did you tell him everything?
Did you want to torment Joong Won?
I thought that I could have him if I came back as Han Na.
But he told me that I was a fake.
He recognized that you weren't the girl that he was in love with.
I know. I'm not Han Na, whom he was in love with.
What is it?
We're in middle of an operation.
Joong Won doesn't know who you really are.
I know. Because he's never met the real Cha Hee Joo.
But my name will forever remain in his heart as his curse. Cha Hee Joo.
Yes, it is you.
That's right. Since I'm the real Cha Hee Joo.
Han Na... I heard that you said you wanted to protect me?
Let's go, Han Na. I'll protect you.
The late Han Na said she wanted to protect Hee Joo, who's still living.
Even though she's been unfairly framed, and getting shafted on the deal.
In other words... it's all about sacrifice, devotion, and love.
But even at the end, you never realized that, Cha Hee Joo.
You.
You're not Han Na, are you?
- You dared to deceive me?
- You caused Han Na's death.
And you deceived everyone. You did all that. Didn't you, Cha Hee Joo?
There's no evidence to support your story.
Hee Joo.
You left something... besides the girl who lost her life.
Luckily, we still have two days left until the statute of limitation is up. Cha Hee Joo.
What I really stole... isn't this necklace, but it was Han Na's life.
But no one knows that.
I'm sorry for all this, Han Na.
My older twin sister.
Hee Joo.
I will... remain with you by your side.
It's all over, Tae Gong Shil.
It really is all over.
Um, Hee Joo... I mean, Han Na says there's one last message that she'd like for me to pass along.
You have something you'd like to say to her too, don't you?
Joong Won. I hope that I no longer... remain as a source of pain to you.
I'm sorry.
I'm sorry for having hated you without knowing the truth.
I'm sorry.
Why are you crying?
I'm crying for you in your place since you're not good at crying.
My ten billion won radar. That was a huge thing you just did.
Let's go. I'll treat you.
I'm... leaving.
I feel so much better now that I was able to resolve Cha Hee Joo's case before I leave.
It's a relief to know that I wasn't completely useless to you.
Leave? Leave to go where?
I've met someone who can see and hear the same things that I do.
I told that person that we'll be leaving somewhere together.
When you came to see me as a spirit... you told me that I shone brightly as the sun.
I think... that I'm a sun that should only shine brightly for those who are dead.
I just... want to shine brightly and be popular only amongst the ghosts.
But when I'm with you...
I feel like I'm an unlucky sun who makes people die... and it makes me fear and hate myself.
So, it's not just that you're slightly disappointed when I'm not around... but I actually make you fear and hate yourself?
I don't want to remain by your side only to become that kind of a sun.
Please tell me to just get lost and out of your life now.
The only reason why I was able to... tell you to get lost all this time without any fear... was because I knew without a doubt... that you'd come back to me and rise again as the sun in my life.
I'll give it a try... and do as you wish me to do.
Get lost... my sun.
If the sun walks out of my life like this... it's... going to destroy me.
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I guess it is you, Tae Gong Shil.
I was so surprised, too, that I thought I was seeing a ghost.
Is your radar still working?
Can you still see ghosts?
Is your company a ghost?
Were you in the middle of having one [drink] with one?
I didn't want to meet you like this.
There aren't any ghosts. I can't see them anymore.
Really?
Yes.
That's why you can stop with the ghosts.
Have you been well?
Would someone who's curious as to how I've been doing not contact me and only meet in a place like this, under these kind of circumstances?
I have been curious.
I was wondering if I should go see you.
So you at least were able to wonder about it.
I have been well.
I traveled here and there, too.
I have changed.
You look like you've changed.
CEO!
Has everyone from the Sejin group arrived?
Yes, they just arrived here, including Miss Park.
Tell them that an important meeting has become longer and that I'll be a little late.
Yes.
You're here for an appointment.
Yes, a meeting that holds a lot of money.
For each second it pays 100 million in sales. I'm giving this time to you.
Is Secretary Kim no longer with you?
Because of his age, he shouldn't work outside the office.
Oh, Miss Park of the Sejin group, that's the girl you were engaged to before, right?
Yes.
I'm going to hold hands with her (join with her in business) and open a Kingdom in Shanghai.
I guess you'll make a lot of money then.
I guess I've met you at the wrong time if you're trying to make a lot of money.
Around next month, I'm going to be leaving for China for several years, so the timing is just right.
While I was traveling abroad, though it's not as much as you,
I managed to make some money, too.
I was so loaded with money I invested it.
So I even bought a house in England.
Seeing as you're bragging about your money, I'll congratulate you.
But... can you really not see them (ghosts) anymore?
Yes, I can't see them anymore.
So, after you broke free of them, did you enjoy being alone?
Yes, now that I am free, I'm enjoying myself a bit. It's true.
Well, that is something to brag about, so I guess you should at least have one.
I have a meeting soon so I'm sorry I can't drink with you.
Congratulations on turning off your radar.
I guess everything's okay because nothing comes up.
Why?
Is it still true that you are afraid to take a drink because you dread that something will emerge?
Don't you feel like confirming whether you are free of ghosts or not?
No, it's fine.
I told you I've changed now.
I guess so.
Congratulations, really.
Thank you.
I have a strong sense of money. The timing is good.
Let's see each other again at a good time.
If you find a good timing, were you really thinking of coming to see me?
Yes. I did have that thought.
I'll be going first.
She's gotten better, but she's not looking at me.
Final Episode
Don't follow me!
You said you drank and even crashed.
Why would you come crying to me to buy you a drink at a time like this?
That person, without seeing any ghosts, wanted to see Tae Gong Shil, not the radar or anything like that.
Because of you everything got ruined.
Miss, are you okay?
If you're not feeling well, should I open a window?
Mister, take me to Mang-uri.
I thought you said that you're going to Seodaemun.
I must go to Mang-uri.
Before I go, I have to buy a garden shear.
Where will I be able to buy one?
A shear?
Why?
A tree branch keeps poking me.
I have to cut it off.
Are you drunk?
There's no tree branch!
Mister, have you ever lived in the ground?
Oh, that scared me!
What, what, what?
Mister, stop the car!
Tae Gong Shil, forget about the timing and get off.
Is she your girlfriend?
That's perfect.
I can't go.
Take this wasted woman and get her out of here.
Let's go to Mang-uri.
[A ghost] came in.
Go away!
♫ Can you hear my heart? ♫
♫ Can you see my tears? ♫
If you fled because of the ghost,
♫ in this one world ♫ -then
I'll let that slide, Tae Gong Shil.
♫ I need it to be you. ♫
♫ Why are you making me go crazy? ♫
♫ Why are you making me cry? ♫
♫ When you get close enough for me to hold your hand, you get further away like the wind ♫
Tae Yang, are you awake?
You're wondering how much you must want to sleep with this man to dream a dream like this, right?
Since you're already dreaming, do you feel it's a waste since it's so plain?
I don't want to even if the sun is up.
Should I cooperate?
Come here.
What happened?
Why am I here?
You've really changed, Tae Gong Shil.
The same Tae Yang that stuck to me like glue, you at least ask, "What happened to me?"
I'm asking you what happened!
I'm sure I was in a taxi-
You're were drunk and were basically taken over.
The taxi you rode, I followed.
And I picked you up after you got kicked out of the taxi for making a mess.
Was I okay?
I wasn't okay.
Yesterday, you seduced in many different ways.
Mister, ice cream, please!
Ice cream, please!
Ice cream!
I want more.
No more. If you eat more our Gong Shil will get a stomachache.
She'll get sick, and get a fat belly.
No!
Who are you now?
From the pose, it's not a dog.
Meow!
-Meow!
There was an old cat living downstairs, I guess it left [dead].
It seems it left [died]
Come down!
Look at that!
Last time, a dog came and ripped my cushion.
What should I throw at you?
Meow!
Darling.
That's my skincare, not alcohol.
It's to apply on the skin, you can't drink it.
I'm so lonely tonight.
Don't leave me alone.
Hey, Parisian.
If I touch you, you'll be forced to leave [her body]. I can't give you what you want.
It's hard for me to even hold hands and sleep!
Just be satisfied with sleeping separately.
No?
Do you need me to speak in French for you?
No, go away.
I'm really going crazy.
I really need to hold it in, too.
By any chance, yesterday did I say something weird after I drank alcohol?
I see that, during the time you were gone, you developed voluptuousness which you didn't have.
You got drunk and kept coming at me daringly, but it's not like I could respond to that.
Sleeping with just holding hands was really hard.
I was just a drunk easy girl?
You were just drunk.
Whoever drinks gets drunk.
Yesterday, you were just a drunk Tae Gong Shil.
I'm relieved.
Sorry.
Tae Gong Shil! Tae Gong Shil!
I'll bring you water.
CEO, I missed you.
Since you can still see things like that, did you miss your hideout?
It's absolutely not that.
I just really, really, really missed you a lot.
But I still see ghosts.
I couldn't find a way to live as a normal person.
So, that's why you didn't come to me?
I've been getting ready to seduce you.
After becoming an awesome and normal woman,
I'll show up in front of you and you'll fall for me.
And after you fall for me,
"I still see ghosts."
I wanted to tell you this.
I was already into you, so what's so important about what comes first and last?
It's important!
I didn't want to meet you again as a girl with a radar who hangs onto her hideout.
I even made a lot of the money you like.
I'm sorry I caused a ruckus.
Thank you for the tea.
Hey, easy woman!
Usually, when you spend a night at a man's house, shouldn't you easily give him your number, and ask when you can meet him again and make your time easily available?
What do you mean, make everything available?
I'm not an easy woman.
Okay, then I'll correct it.
Arrogant Tae Gong Shil. Since I knew you arrogantly wouldn't give me your number,
I took it on my own.
When I call you politely, DO NOT not get it, arrogantly pushing me away.
or else I'm going to spread a rumor saying that you're easy.
Don't call me.
I'll do it. I've decided on that.
Well, you said what comes first and last is important, so I'll do that considering myself being understanding and caring.
Can I send you texts?
Well, if you want.
Thank you.
I'll be leaving then.
Tae Gong Shil, try hard to seduce me.
Do everything you can.
Oh, I must've been fine after drinking.
Yeah, there hasn't been anything that has been going in and out lately.
Oh, what a relief.
Okay, I'll bring him with me.
Tae Gong Shil!
What about Joong Won?
I don't think he's in a condition to go work out.
Really?
What happened to Joong Won yesterday?
He even canceled that important meeting with the Sejin group.
I don't know, but he had a Bang Shil (Gong Shil) kind of smile. (bang shil is also an expression for smile)
It seems to me that he isn't going to any other woman [besides Gong Shil].
It's been a year since he's seen Bang Shil (Gong Shil).
If he doesn't see her for another year, he'll forget her.
I guess CEO Joo will only have things to smile "bang shil, bang shil" over from now on.
Bang Shil, fighting!
All of a sudden I'm not liking that "Bang Shil, fighting!" at all.
Yes.
Since Joong Won's not going, I don't want to go either.
My body condition is not that great either.
You're not going?
When I look at you, it looks as if CEO Joo is in front of me.
For now, it is.
My Joong Won is first and you're second.
I guess I need a kid, so that I'll have someone to side with me.
It's a joke, a joke.
What's that at our age. Let's just love together.
Bang Shil! Bang Shil! Bang Shil!
I love you.
Honey!
Okay, Gong Shil, I'll go right after I'm done!
Tae Gong Shil came back?
Why?
So you can release your cheap mouth again?
After becoming Team Leader, my mouth has become very luxurious.
Asking me when you already know...
Anyway, don't go around blabbering about it everywhere.
Whatever Gong Shil does, I'm on her side.
But if the Master knows, he'll go crazy.
After Special Customer Service's Tae Yang left Kingdom's Master Joo, there's a huge rumor that he's a bit out of his mind.
There have been multiple instances of him sitting on a bench alone and talking to himself.
Gong Shil ruined a person.
If she made a man like that, she ought to take responsibility.
Gong Ri, you should take responsibility of me.
Why would I?
All those nights,
We were like that and this.
And you lifted me up and down and up and down... That's what--
Those light lips.
Why are you talking about such things so loudly?
Since your sister is back, you'll formally introduce me, right?
Meet my family, and before it gets colder make a mark (marry) and take responsibility for me.
Well, then do as you please.
When we do get married, Chief Kang should MC our wedding.
Well, since he's not my Chief anymore, I'll ask Kang Woo hyung to do it for me.
And the celebratory song will naturally go to Tae Yi Ryeong.
Then, it'll be a blow. We will be the couple of a century.
Han Ju-lina Gong Li. Something like that.
Will they even do it for us?
We'll be able to use Tae Yi Ryeong just by mentioning Kang Woo's name.
I hoped that our Gong Shil would do well with Chief Kang, but he fell for little sun.
But if Kang Woo gets to know that Tae Gong Shil returned,
I wonder if he'll go back to his Lorelei.
I'm worried about that, too.
Why are you worrying about that?
Cake, eat the cake.
It's sweet. You too.
Tae Yi Ryeong, you make your own manager into a paparazzi.
This... this-!
Why is this woman stuck onto a guard?
Why are all diplomats' wives so pretty?
Why did you take pictures?
It's me, Kang Woo!
Yi Ryeong's manager?
Hey, Dog Manners.
Move to a place filled with ahjussis rather than the Diplomatic Service.
Hey, black whiskered whale.
Do you want to swallow up and get rid of all the girls around me?
Yeah.
I still don't have confidence that I'm the only fish in your aquarium.
Whenever we meet, we always meet in a place where no one's around for such a short time.
Shouldn't I feel anxious?
That's because you're Tae Yi Ryeong.
Because this is protecting you in your position.
Kang Woo.
Did you just say that you were going to protect me?
You said you were going to protect me, okay.
Why?
Because that means your heart is mine now.
I guess a black whiskered whale really has no sense.
I think it's been a while, but you say it's now. How disappointing.
Just to make sure. If I'm for real, watch a movie with me.
A movie?
We watched a movie already.
Not the night movies.
Let's see it at a film festival.
A film festival?
The red carpet...
I'm asking you to go see a movie with me after passing through it arm-in-arm.
That way I can show the whole Pacific that you're mine.
As expected, a black whiskered whale is too burdensome for me.
Red carpet is too much.
It's a path you must pass through to protect me.
I'm someone who has to stand on that path.
Can't you stay by my side?
Right, your side is that kind of place.
But while standing on a path that doesn't suit me,
I wonder if I can keep standing to protect you properly.
Let's go together. Yes?
I told you to stay with me now.
Why are you coming back here?
I've tried going to other places before getting this place, but... this place is the most comfortable.
Do you still see things?
It's not that you don't see them anymore because you were with Yoo Jin Woo?
That's not it.
But I think I know now how I came to be like this.
Where is he now?
He's still abroad, but he's coming back to Korea soon.
You're going to stay here now, right?
I'm staying here.
Unni, I'm going to buy this place.
You did say you made a lot of money, but that much?
When I was in Europe, when I was staying at a haunted house filled with ghosts,
I talked the ghosts into getting the house, renovating it, and then I sold it, and made lots of profit!
If you earn a lot, why buy here?
I'm comfortable here.
And I think it's a good place to study.
And someone said he would at least take a look at me if this building is mine.
Is the building owner okay with the idea of selling it?
There was a change of ownership in Eunha Study Motel around last year.
When I told him about your intention to buy it, he did agree to meet you.
Yeah?
He won't call too high of a price, will he?
Well...
Oh, here he comes.
Secretary Kim?
It's been a long time, Tae Yang.
You're still really bright.
But what are you doing here?
I'm the agent for the owner of Eunha Study Motel.
Then, the new owner is...
Yes, I bought that place.
It's in the land which K Group and L Group are planning to develop together, so I'm holding onto it.
You ignored all my texts asking you when you were going to call me, but came to see me just to find out the building price?
So to buy it, you're saying I have to give you a lot of money?
I'm just saying that.
When are you going to make the phone call?
I thought I would be able to buy it at the market price.
Money's a little short.
You're not possibly thinking about going abroad again to make more money, are you?
Rather than doing that, you have the phone number of the building owner in your phone. Call that number.
If you sweet-talk him well, he might give you a discount.
I know him well. He's a complete patsy.
I won't call yet.
When you decide how much you want for the building, have Secretary Kim contact me.
I'm going.
Reply at least when I text you.
Yes.
Didn't you say the reason why you bought the building was because someone said she found the rooftop there most comfortable?
Investment purpose is the first priority.
When someone came back, she might prefer to rest there than Yangpyeong villa.
She says she has decided. It's just the order is random.
It's really hard to follow her way of things.
You're not the type of person who would readily go by the set order, though.
Waiting when there's something you must have.
I thought you didn't do that kind of thing.
I was like that originally.
Can I do that?
You had asked me to advise you while beside you.
You may cheat if it only involves pushing her forward a bit.
Bravo.
Do you have the result from the regular check up?
Yes.
I haven't been feeling well lately.
I'm ready for any bad news, but I hope it's not a serious disease.
Please tell me what it is.
Madam, you're pregnant.
You're at 5 weeks. Congratulations.
Me?
At my age...
I'm pregnant?
When I was younger, I thought I couldn't have children.
But I have it at this age?
Considering your age and having a natural abortion in the past, it would need a lot of effort on your part to keep the baby.
I don't have much confidence to bring myself to make such effort.
In a difficult situation like this, if the mother doesn't make an effort...
Will I lose it?
You came from the hospital?
Are the test result not good?
No. They're fine, there's no problem.
That's a relief.
Then the 5 year wedding anniversary trip. We can go, right?
That...
The activities planned are pretty dynamic, right?
Yeah, it will be fun.
We get to fly an aircraft, and ride a horse on a field in Mongolia.
I packed it full of things you like to do and got them ready for you.
I will be full of thrill and dangerous.
Oh, why?
You don't want to?
No.
I want to live the rest of my life freely with you.
Seong Ran.
I love you. (He speaks informally first, then formally by adding 'yo')
My plan of surprising him keeps hitting the block.
Ahjussi.
You're still here?
It has been a long time.
Have you been well?
Tae Gong Shil.
Ahjussi, you weren't talking to me.
We're at a stage where you pretend you didn't see me.
Why?
Do you want to bargain over the building price?
While we're eating...
I ate lunch though.
Is that right?
Then how about spending the time in-between somewhere and do it over dinner?
I have a dinner appointment with my sis tonight.
I, too, have a lot of people who want to eat with me.
You know my aunt keeps calling me and tries to set me up with someone who will make a sweet home with me.
Lately I get so many of these appointments.
Despite that, are you just going to leave me alone?
So, how many times have you eaten so far?
Yes, it's a more useful question than asking about the building price.
How many should I say to provoke a very aggressive response from you?
You did it, huh?
I knew it.
Well, did you say something like you're going to China holding that Sejin Group woman's hand?
You're worried, aren't you?
That's why now is not the time to do things in order.
Just ignore the order and, for now, seduce first.
Making a call?
I'll let it slip.
Did I, by any chance, say something to you while drunk that day?
Yes.
You told me about all those nice plans.
So carry them out.
I don't care whether or not you can still see that Ahjussi who's sitting there.
You know that I can still see them?
Yes.
Do you still hate yourself for doing that?
Ahjussi.
Really, ghosts always interfere at the most important moments.
What's wrong?
Ahjusshi is moving.
Where are you going, ahjusshi?
Just a minute. I thought you said that ahjussi never moved?
That's right.
Ahjusshi, where are you going?
I have to go.
This ahjusshi is my friend.
I'm going too.
Seriously, we can't talk without the mention of a ghost.
Ahjusshi.
Tae Gong Shil.
It will be a truly satisfying wedding for you.
Yes, it's nice.
It would be really nice to get married here.
Right, Mom?
That must be his wife and daughter.
It seems they're here to check out the daughter's wedding hall.
I guess so.
Ahjussi. Have you not been able to leave because you're still worried about your wife and daughter?
No?
He says no?
Her dad passed away 3 years ago.
It's because of that lottery.
Lottery?
He always bought the same combination of numbers for the lottery.
But miraculously that combination won the first prize.
Did he get a heart attack while being too happy?
He lost the lottery ticket.
He said he threw it away while throwing away trash from his wallet.
I told him, although it's really disappointing, there's nothing we can do.
But he was sick for several months, and his blood pressure wasn't good from the beginning, so he ended up passing away.
Is this where he threw it away?
So that's why he couldn't leave this place and just stayed here.
Even though he passed away, because it was too disappointing.
If he had the money, he could take care of his daughter's college loan, and the wedding, and his wife didn't have to go through such hardship, he says.
If it was the first prize, it must have been truly disappointing.
Your daughter is very pretty and nice.
And your wife also said she's so happy to get to have a really good son-in-law.
Even without the money, the people you love are living happily.
So know that they are happy, and it's okay for you to go.
It's nice here, but it's too expensive, Mom.
I'll have (the wedding) where we picked out.
But your dad wanted you to have your wedding at the best place we could get.
If you two are okay with it, then I guess it's okay.
Oh, Mr. CEO.
I haven't properly introduced myself.
I'm Kingdom's CEO, Joo Joong Won
Oh my. You are?
Your late father and husband was a very close acquaintance of mine.
In deeper sense, he was my benefactor.
He was?
Dad was?
As a small token of gratitude,
I would like to help with your wedding.
Please accept it with a good heart.
Please make a reservation for the wedding hall per the time and date these two ladies prefer.
And prepare the most luxurious ceremony and reception.
As for the dress...
If you're okay with it, We Kingdom would like to get it ready for you. Would you be okay with that?
Please get them ready.
Yes.
There are a lot of dresses, so please take your time.
They're so nice.
It's so pretty.
Dad, thank you.
I still see ghosts.
Are you saying the time you were gone was meaningless?
You said you changed.
It does look like you have different mind now. What happened?
I visited the places where I was wandering around as a spirit per Yoo Jin Woo's guide.
My spirit, while wandering around those many places, met other spirits that were gathered around him, I learned.
And the reason why I came to see ghosts when I came back alive after wandering around as a spirit, was because it was what I had promised.
That I, who can go back and live again, would relay those powerless hearts that remained,
I made countless promises.
It was those promises that made me shine brightly.
When I woke up, I only hated and feared myself who suddenly saw and heard them, but not any more.
Because it was the promises that I made to be their shining sun.
I neither hate or fear myself who's keeping those promises.
You really have changed.
Being next to Yoo Jin Woo, I also learned how to control spirits that just barge in.
If our eyes meet and they barge in, I would hold my breath, or something like that.
He's been seeing spirits for much longer than I am, so he taught me a lot of things.
Do you think she's stepped into the right path?
Don't you feel anything while watching Gong Shil?
You have to go back, too.
You're like that because you don't want to take the college entrance exam when you go back, right?
Life is a test.
It's not something you can't avoid even if you try.
Go back.
And just like Gong Shil, follow your own path.
You, Tae Gong Shil.
You only had ghost counseling with that photographer, right?
You didn't get attracted to the guiding sign the same way you liked the safety shelter, right?
Well, you were always eating around with your aunt, weren't you?
I didn't eat.
Do you know how much I endured and starved because of you?
Oh, really?
Then, do you want to eat with me sometime?
Right now?
I'll call you.
That talk about calling. Do it fast. Why aren't you calling after saying you would seduce me?
Are you tantalizing me?
To test my patience?
You just go to that ahjussi.
What are you talking about a ghost again in this important moment?
You said you were friends with him.
Do you want to see him sitting next to that trashcan everyday?
Since you're his friend, go and try dealing with him well.
Tae Gong Shil really has changed.
Seeing her skill of lifting me up and down... She's totally become a real wicked thing.
Call me!
You've come back after all?
Yes. I've come back.
Are you planning to really lift him up and down?
I'm planning to hold him tight and stay by his side.
You've changed, Miss Tae Gong Shil.
Yes.
I see that you, too, have changed.
I haven't changed.
My stance that I don't really like you is still the same.
Not that...
You're holding another soul.
You...
You can tell such things, too?
It's a very weak soul.
You should protect it well.
Don't let anyone know.
Don't tell Joong Won, either.
I haven't decided what to do (with it) yet.
Making a choice and protecting something is a difficult thing to do.
Even if you've made a choice, no one knows what comes after that as well.
Even when you"ve made a very difficult decision, it might put you in a more difficult situation.
Because bearing someone with love doesn't always bring you happiness.
The choice is for each one to make.
Are you now talking about you and Joong Won, or me and the baby in my belly?
I'm just talking about a person loving another.
The heart that hasn't been born yet, and the heart that has already left as well, a person's heart that has to embrace all these is the most difficult, I think.
I'll help your daughter have a splendid wedding, so watch that, and go now.
And don't think about the lotto ticket you supposedly threw away in here.
To be honest, would that be more precious than what I lost?
If I grab and marry Sejin Group's daughter or etc., the lotto prize amount?
You can't even compare them. But you see
I don't miss losing it at all.
You're right.
I do miss a little bit, but I threw them away without any lingering thought.
Because the woman I love is the sun who is risen up there.
Isn't it incredible?
As a compliment that it's incredible, please spin it around once.
She doesn't just shine, only to dead people like you.
I'm seriously blinded by her brightness.
I want to get married faster than your daughter. Do you think it's doable?
I'm asking if it will be possible.
But what's for sure is that if you choose love, you won't be lonely.
Jump!
Give a kiss to mommy.
Because the moments when you meet the others's eyes, and eat with the others, and smile for them will compensate for going through all troubles to protect love.
If I lose it,
I will never know what it would be like forever, right?
Hey Kids!
Noona!
Are you guys moving?
Yeah. We're going to a house with two bedrooms!
Really?
Your mom must've worked really hard for you guys.
Are you living here again?
Yeah.
What about the special ahjussi?
What should I do with him?
Should I take him in?
But you can't do without him.
That ahjussi also seemed he couldn't do without you.
He couldn't even read.
He can read now.
But it's true that he can't do without me.
Kang Woo!
You've come back?
Yes, I came back.
Are you here to see me because you found out I was here?
No.
I promised them I would help them with moving.
You help, too.
We worked hard, so let's have a drink for that.
Have you been doing well?
I saw an article about you and Yi Ryeong.
When I'm with her, it's always a photo studio.
It would be so.
Come to think of it, the little sun is also the sun living with difficulty because there are so many that follow her.
You should protect her well.
She always acts as she pleases, so it's hard to set up a parameter (around her).
That's why you, who're so talented at protecting someone, is the perfect match.
Tae Gong Shil. You don't seem to be scared or insecure anymore.
That's because, to come back to the one I love,
I gathered all the lights I could, and worked hard to be the most bright sun.
You remember making a toast here to become a great person?
I'll commend you for becoming a great person by gathering up your strength.
Thanks, Kang Woo.
You, too, gather up your strength to protect the famous little sun.
For now, I don't know if I have enough courage.
I have to pass, through the red path that I've never thought of.
I'm a little scared.
Even I, who see ghosts, gathered up strength.
As for you, gather up your courage.
Here.
Thanks.
I searched for more things to do on the trip.
Bungee jump sounds good. You come down with the bungee.
Wind surfing looks good, too.
And the skydiving, it looks good.
Honey.
I... am about to get up big courage.
Skydiving...
Do you think you can do it?
I can't do skydiving, flying an aircraft or riding a horse in Mongolia.
Why?
You don't like the idea of 5 year anniversary trip?
I... have to have a baby.
What do you need to have...?
Around 50 years of age...
At the 5 year wedding anniversary... a 5 week old fetus, is in here.
Honey.
Honey.
Will I, who get confused about your name being Seok Cheol or Cheol Seok, because I'm old, be able to have it (the baby)?
I love you.
Since I have you,
I'll try my best.
Help, with all you can.
Cheol Seok's mom.
Aihyoo.
Was it too much to ask as expected?
I try to visualize you
Kang Woo...
That's right.
The scary red path.
I'll try walking on it with you.
If you get scared, hold me.
I'll hold on to you tight, so you won't get lost.
Okay.
Here it is.
Now,
Eunha Study Motel building is yours.
But CEO seriously didn't give me any discount.
At least he didn't raise the price.
This really is the best investment property. It's very trustworthy information.
He put out the condition with his own mouth, "If this building is yours, I'll at least take a look at you."
So I satisfied the basic condition, right?
Tae Yang.
When I first met you, and from the first day I brought CEO to the study motel, I was on your side.
If you hadn't stopped the car then,
I would not have been able to come this far.
Thank you.
Seeing Master falling for you was like my child growing up well under the sun, so I felt really good.
Even if he doesn't listen, or even if he acts proud or says things too bluntly, cut him some slack and always stay by his side.
French lady. Are you, by chance, still here?
Wondering if she'll call me or not today...
Should I continue to put up with this, or not?
Sun of death
Be patient. I'll pick up after 5 rings at least.
One...
You call me so fast after getting my number.
Were you waiting?
Yes.
Continuously looking at the phone and thinking of me?
Yes. I've totally fallen for your scheme.
Mr. Joo Joong Won. If that's the case, I want to formally invite you to my house.
Will you come?
An invitation?
Yes, an invitation. I have something to say to you, too.
You really do this in a standard way. Make an arrangement, and send an invitation.
And when our eyes meet, I fall for you. Is that what you're expecting?
Yes. You know how I followed the standard procedure from the time when I got the part time job.
Will you come to me?
Then, I, too, will formally accept it.
I'll be coming. Wait for me, Miss Tae Gong Shil. (speaking formally)
What should I do first?
Wash up first.
Wash up.
Make it as provocative as possible.
Tae Gong Shil, fighting!
Into provocative clothes!
I ignored your taste, and prepared it in a very special and sweet manner.
I guess you don't know that I changed, but lately, I like sweet things very much.
It's fine. I like it.
Ah!
This building is mine.
Making your own fortune at a young age.
I don't know with what ability, but you did accumulate quite a big fortune.(speaking formally)
This land is worth a lot of money.
I admire you.(speaking formally)
Sit down.
Here.
Wait.
To say this in advance before I have a drink,
I have a drinking habit.
Is that so?
When I'm drink, occasionally, very occasionally, I become another person, or another thing.
When that happens, don't be shaken too much, and just touch me lightly.
I understand the precautions very well.
And as you might notice while we talk,
I might look other way or say things off-topic.
When that happens, just think that she suddenly has to be on the phone because of an urgent call.
You should get it if you get a sudden, urgent call. I understand.
I... have my own world which you can never see or hear.
I might sink in there and end up crying or become sad.
You probably won't understand me, but think she's just like that and be easy on me.
In any relationship, there are no instances where one understands the other's world completely.
Even if I ignore you because I don't understand, just think he's like that anyway, and be easy on me.
I might make it hard for you or cause you troubles when I'm next to you, but I don't want to be sad and lonely without you.
I'm going to come to you and be by your side.
Because you're very special to me.
I love you. I'll give you lots of love by your side.
I'm Tae Gong Shil. Tae Yang (Sun).
Can I rise up beside you?
Is that the main dialogue of this invitation?
Then I cannot accept this meeting as your invitation.
An invitation is something where I drop by for a moment and leave.
I have no intention to do that.
I'm going to live continuously by your side.
I have never once let you go.
Because Tae Gong Shil is my sun without which the earth will be destroyed.
Thanks for never letting me go.
♫ Even if we don't touch, it's okay.♫
♫Evenif we don'thug ,it'sokay .♫
♫Lonelylove. Yes ,Ilove youasIwasdestined to.♫
♫ I can feel you. ♫
Things are going to be a lot more difficult from now on, but I don't know what to do or how to do things.
You just stay by my side. When I, the old one, have it safely, you, the young one, raise it.
Of course. As soon as it comes out of you, put me in charge of everything.
♫ I'm visualizing you. ♫
♫ The moments right now. ♫
♫ You to me; me to you, ♫
♫ What does it mean? ♫
♫ I, to you, ♫
♫ Being comforting without sadness. ♫
♫RememberI'llalwayswill behere. ♫
♫ It seems to me and you... ♫
Are you alright?
Once I put my foot out there, it's not that scary.
Kang Woo. Is it all right if I kiss you here?
Black whiskered whale. That's just...
I'll do it later.
You promised. Do it really passionately.
There are so many couples.
How many of them would be true soul mates?
Just one, us.
Well... I'm not quite sure if you're my soul mate.
You can't tell?
Give me your hand.
When there's an uproar here?
Well, I don't know...
I told you we're perfect soul mates. Can't you tell?
I know right?
How nice it will be if you have the ability, to tell who's your lifetime soul mate just by touching here like this?
But there's no way there are such things, so even if I happen meet the other soul mate somewhere,
I would just pass him by in most cases.
The ability to find out just by brushing against the tip of a hand. That would be nice.
Then, one should be able to not lose that special person no matter what kind of hardship he/she faces.
Just like us.
Kingdom?
Are you the CEO there?
It tingled!
Didn't it?
No.
It just tingled really strongly.
Really strongly, right?
Maybe, thanks to my special ability to see ghosts, I recognized the special person for me at once and caught him.
It's a very helpful ability. What would've happened if you couldn't see ghosts?
Here. I've decided.
Let's go to the next course.
Do we really need to go all the way to the East Sea to see the sunrise?
The sun rises up everywhere. Although we can't see now, it rose up in other neighborhoods, so what's with the sun that we have to go all the way there to see it?
What is this?
When was it that you asked it to specially rise up next to you, and you say it rises up everywhere now?
You vanished for over a year. How shameless you are.
You have an obligation to seduce me continuously. Seduce me here, right now.
There is a repertoire that I prepared to bewitch you.
Do just one more. Being patient and going along with what you prepared stops here. I'm going to do things my way next.
You know...
When I was in the U.S.,
I met Steve Jobs whom you wanted to meet.
Really?
Have you talked to him?
Yes. If he was alive, I think tomorrow's sun will be different.
Elaborate on that. And what?
I shouldn't tell you. Because the future has to do with the living.
But I'm special. Tell just me.
No, I can't.
Never mind, forget it!
Alright. Because you're special.
You know.. Steve Jobs is...
Really? And so...
Steve Jobs did a person...
And so...
No, I shouldn't. - I'm going to go home.
Just tell me!
- No, I can't.
Then, so that we won't fight, shall we finish what we were doing?
Hey. I'm looking for the call room.
Down that hall, hang a right.
Mozart.
29th symphony.
Who's conducting?
Dr. Hamza. It's brain surgery.
In c minor. Impressive.
Still, give me Dean Martin every time.
Thank you for the directions.
So, everything that you'll need to get you through the next few hours...
A survival kit. Thank you.
Saltine crackers, fruity lip balm.
Who are you calling a fruity lip balm?
Sour candies to absorb the toxicity.
Oh, Gatorade? Sudoku?
Our kids are almost identical.
See?
Great minds think alike, huh?
Guess you don't need me at all.
No, sweetheart.
You are exactly what I need.
Thank you for this.
Onwards to chemo.
If you're looking for the call room, you already passed it.
Well, Charlie Harris.
How'd you know?
Oh, same old Bishop.
Brilliant with a scalpel, lousy with directions.
Well, some things never change, like your handwriting.
Still chicken scratches.
That's what makes me so popular with the staff.
So, I guess the rumors about you joining us are true, then?
Yeah, after training in L.A.
Got tired of bleach-blond nurses and gunshot wounds, huh?
- Never a dull moment. - No, not with you around.
Buckle up...
Medics are coming in hot with two cirque performers who just fell 20 feet.
Illyana! Let's go.
Illyana!
Uh, Jeremy Bishop. It's my first day.
Zach Miller. Welcome.
So, what happened?
He fell off a trapeze?
Kind of fitting for your first day.
I'm more of a high wire myself.
Okay, on three. One, two, three.
All right, what's your name?
Kurt.
But you have to help her.
His aerial partner's a minute out.
Cirque de ciel, huh?
I used to date a girl from the Yorrick Company.
She was a contortionist.
Yeah, you're right... Some things don't change.
Illyana!
Illyana?
Relax, relax, relax.
- Please, I need to see her. - Just relax.
Calm down for me, Kurt, all right?
You guys got him?
Yeah!
Okay, 1 milligram of ketamine for the pain.
Okay, Kurt. Hey, hey, Kurt, Kurt, look at me.
Out of the way, please. Look at me. I need you to focus, okay?
Can you wiggle your fingers for me?
Now your toes.
That's very good. Okay, I need to reduce this hip.
All right, I'll stabilize.
Hey, bear with me, buddy.
That should give you enough torque.
Okay, relax. Relax your leg.
Kurt, I'm gonna be putting your hip back in place.
You're gonna feel some pain, followed by a pop, all right?
And like a glove.
You should put on some doctory clothes.
Greatest show on earth, right, Charlie?
Spine's intact, but... she's unresponsive.
I'll have her tested for brain death.
S04E08 Waiting on a Friend
- It's half past already. - I'm sorry!
We got back late from the cottage.
Um, we were supposed to study before rounds.
I know, but it was so hard to leave.
It was beautiful there.
Except for the mosquitoes. They were huge!
You should have seen the size of them.
They were like vampire bats.
And for whatever reason, they were only biting me.
You should see my back. I'm covered in bites.
I can't stop scratching.
Except some of them, I can't really reach 'cause they're in the middle of my back.
Would you mind rubbing this bite stuff on me?
Oh! Who are you? !
- I'm a doctor. - So am I!
Good! So why are we yelling? !
I want to be with her.
I'm... I'm sorry, that's - that's not possible.
She's gone. I know.
[Inhales sharply but I... I should be with her.
It's... it's not fair that she's alone.
Well, I'm...
I'm gonna make sure you have a chance to say a proper goodbye, all right?
I just need you to lift up your arm for me.
Kurt, did you know that Illyana had agreed to be an organ donor?
Yeah, of course. We signed our cards together.
Okay, well, of course, we're gonna need a final consent if there are any family members.
There aren't.
I'm her only family.
Well, Illyana is gonna be able to help more people today than she ever could have imagined.
What do you mean?
Illyana is a match for a patient waiting for a kidney transplant.
That patient's fiance wanted to donate his, but they weren't a match.
But Illyana is?
Yeah, it's... it's actually... It's even better than that.
The patient's fiance has agreed to... to give his kidney to someone else, and that patient's donor partner has also consented.
We call all of this a domino transplant.
Four people are gonna have a second shot at life today, and three people are willing to put their lives on the line... all because of Illyana.
Seriously, are you... Are you hearing this?
It's nothing. Um...
Okay, I'm... I'm gonna be back in a bit to, uh... to, um, put a proper cast on that.
So why don't you get some rest, okay?
- Shahir. - Hm?
Second aerial performer... Female, 26, brain death.
She's on life support.
That's awful, Alex.
She's an organ donor.
Who's O-neg with a 6 antigen match.
Shahir, she's the perfect donor for Terry Brown.
You're talking about the domino transplant?
When's the last time you saved four lives in a single day?
We'll need to organize our surgeries so the wait time for each recipient is as soon as possible.
They'll need to be off of dialysis and ready to go as soon as their organs arrive.
We'll also need a team to confirm that the recipients are prepped and in the O.R.
By the time their kidneys arrive.
This is Keith. He's our last recipient.
But he's in severe renal failure and can't travel to Hope Zion, so we will coordinate with St. Donald's to deliver his kidney.
This is all hands on deck.
I'm gonna bring in the junior residents.
Williams and Mirani will keep things moving.
We'll get Sekara to be our gopher for the day.
The most important thing to remember is, we've got one shot at this.
Seven surgeries.
Four harvest and three transplants in the next few hours before the final kidney goes to St. Donald's children's hospital.
If something goes wrong with one...
And the dominoes stop falling, so no screw-ups.
Everyone, Dr. Jeremy Bishop, our newest gen-surg on staff.
- I'm Alex. - Reid.
You need no introduction.
Charlie's told me a lot about you.
Thank you for diving in.
Some of our junior residents.
Check the board, make sure you know where...
How are the bug bites?
We'll be the first in the city to lead a multi-hospital domino transplant.
Doogie. How's it going?
Okay, Maggie, take Dev and start the first harvest.
Cassie and Asha, I'll need you to coordinate.
I'll be handling all of the transplants.
Dr. Bishop, want to do something fun today?
Giddyup.
Wait a sec.
Everybody huddle in. Come on.
"Domino" on three.
I've always wanted to do that.
What year is it?
Sorry?
The magazine.
Uh, 2003.
Why would we want to read articles from so many years ago?
You know, we're cancer patients, not historians.
Josh Lewis, professor of 18th-century poetry.
Or, well, I was until...
Has the, uh, has the nurse been in yet?
No. It's hurry up and wait.
Well, they have to test our blood first, so...
Yeah, make sure it's okay to poison it.
Yeah, the irony's not lost on me.
But, then, nothing about this place makes any sense.
I mean, I know...
let's get all the sick people, we'll put them in one place, and then have them treated by some semi-socialized beaker head with a God complex.
Sorry. Didn't catch your name.
Dana.
But most people around here call me Dr. Kinney.
Dr. Kinney.
Look at that.
What's the news, Dawson?
You're good to go.
Let's get you started on the docetaxel.
I'm a doctor, too.
Doctor of old poems.
You writing a book?
Trying to.
Thought I might have at least one great novel in me.
Although, now it turns out it might have to be a novella.
Or it might just be, you know, a professional hazard.
Teaching all that great literature, making me think I can do it, too.
Speaking of professional hazards...
Doctor becomes a patient, huh?
All done.
You're next up, Josh.
You guys need anything, I'm your gal today.
Thank you, Dawson.
You know, it must be hard, knowing all the facts, to still believe you can actually beat this.
I'm putting both of you under at the same time.
No food, no drinks, so finish up your beers, boys.
You ready to get off dialysis?
Hell yeah, he's ready.
We got a wedding to plan.
So, we got transport on standby to take your kidney to St. Donald's.
Dr. Reid will be with you shortly.
You ready, Erin?
My twins turn 7 next week.
I've been on dialysis since they were 4 years old.
So yeah. I'm ready.
It's been a long road.
Thank you.
We're just waiting for your donor.
Larry's not big on cellphones.
All he's got is this old flip, and the battery's always dead.
Well, time is of the essence, Emma.
He can't just disappear like this.
He'll be here, honey.
Larry doesn't have time for a lot of people, but his big sister's one of them.
Nobody can help an old guy with a chair, huh?
Must've passed a dozen orderlies schlepping this damn thing.
You'd think one of them would have lifted their finger before Liz Taylor here.
Got your chair.
They found a donor.
What?
I'm getting my kidney.
The right donor came in to trigger the domino chain.
It is our lucky break.
I wasn't expecting this today.
Well, yes, I know. This is all coming very fast.
But we need to move now.
We'll get you into surgery shortly.
But, uh...
I was just reading this thing online.
A guy gave his kidney, and... and, um...
He developed an unexplainable appetite for pumpkin pie.
Wouldn't eat anything else...
Just pumpkin pie, pumpkin pie, day after day.
I hate pumpkin pie.
Are you seriously talking about pie right now?
I just need time to process this, Emma.
Dr. Reid, Maggie sent me down.
Something wrong, Dr. Reid?
It's fine.
Just try to relax.
What's going on?
It's the cadaveric donor.
We lost the right kidney.
How bad is it, Maggie?
Right kidney's lost blood supply. It's a goner.
Left one is hypoplastic.
So, we are looking at a small kidney with a crazy arterial network.
Might be too many to anastomose.
Well, Terry's prepped. They haven't opened him up yet.
What do you want to do?
I promised four patients they were getting off dialysis today.
That is still the plan.
Okay, we will cut a piece of her aorta, use it to make an arterial cuff around the renal arteries, and then we'll have one in anastomosis instead of three.
Go get ready for the next harvest, please.
Somebody page Dr. Bishop.
All right, ureter is free.
Just the artery cuff to go.
So, the weather's great in L.A. why'd you come back?
I tried an emergency spinal corpectomy on a 15-year-old car crash victim.
Did they die?
No. No, I saved her life.
And I still got sued anyway.
Wow. That is rough.
They had more lawyers on staff than doctors.
Suction.
I wasn't getting any better... Just safer.
From everything I've heard about you, caution isn't really your thing.
The way you're working those scissors,
I'd say it's not yours, either.
Start perfusion and get it ready for transplant.
Kristine.
Have you, um, seen a, uh...
Uh, yeah. I've seen her.
I've been hearing her all day, too.
Yeah. I've been trying to talk to her.
No, she doesn't want to talk.
I don't think she wants any help at all.
Okay, well, what does she want?
Uh, well, what do you know about her?
Uh... She's a trapeze artist.
Her and her partner took a bad fall.
He managed to pull through, but she's having her... harvested as we speak.
Ohhh. That's so sad.
I-I think I actually know the song.
"My pigeon home," it's called.
It's a lullaby.
- Lullaby? - Mm.
So she's trying to put us to sleep.
Not working.
Well, it's a song about reuniting.
I think she might be trying to convince someone to join her.
When we met, I was the water boy for my high school basketball team, and I got stuffed in a locker after practice.
Did Dan save you?
I was in the one next to him.
Sounds romantic.
Oh, it was.
Took three hours till the janitor found us.
What were you screaming, again?
"My legs... I can't feel my legs."
Sounds hilarious.
We knew if we could make it through high school together, we could make it through anything.
So far, we have.
Time to go in.
Take good care of him.
Don't tell me you don't know the story of Abelard and Heloise.
No, but I have a funny feeling you're about to tell me.
12th century, Paris.
Heloise is this whip-smart student who wants the answer to human existence.
Well, that was her first mistake.
So she goes to study with Pierre Abelard, who's the greatest scholar in France at the time...
About 20 years her senior.
Nothing wrong with that.
Well, it was for her Uncle Fulbert.
He found out about their affair, beat the living crap out of Abelard.
The lovers were banished to live apart forever.
They corresponded by love letters for the rest of their lives.
So? What do you think?
Do you ever stop talking?
Um... When I'm sleeping, I guess.
Oh! Well, then, night-night, professor.
Oh, I'm sorry. You want one?
Not unless there's weed in them.
No way.
Which part of "I'm a poetry professor"
didn't you understand?
Well, then, what the Heloise are you waiting for?
Pass me a pot cookie.
Dr. Reid.
Pali. What's up?
I wanted to give this to her.
Or to him... whoever's donating to Erin.
The donors are all anonymous. I can't give you a name.
I-I know, but the girls made me promise that I would give it to the person that helped their mommy get better.
I will see what I can do.
Thank you.
You don't know what it's like sitting there helpless while your best friend just gets sicker and sicker.
Of course you know what it's like. You're a doctor.
So you get why it's so important to me that that gets to Erin's donor?
I'm sorry. Excuse me.
Is everything okay?
Larry?
Where are you going?
Home.
What? Why?
I'm not doing it.
I thought I was ready, but I'm not.
I only came in today to drop off my sister's chair.
Okay, I know that all of this has been sprung on you, and you're probably incredibly overwhelmed, but...
All due respect, you have no idea what I'm going through.
I made a decision.
I'm just asking you to please respect that and leave me the hell alone.
Don't let him leave the building.
- Berger is still in the building. - What?
That was Zach. He spotted him pacing by the coffee kiosk.
Which means he's waffling.
Yes, which also means we have until he gets to the bottom of his latte to get him back on board.
I got this.
Hey, Larry.
How do you know my name?
My name's Dr. Bishop. It's my first day here.
Congratulations.
I'm leaving.
Hey, wait, wait, wait, wait, wait.
Just hear me out... Just for a second.
I just moved back here from L.A.
I was there training under this Dr. Pearlman.
Amazing surgeon. Genius.
Also... a very pious man.
And he taught me a lot of things.
Including this Hebrew phrase... "tikkun olam."
It's from the talmud.
It means "repairing the world."
Says all of humanity has a shared responsibility to heal and transform the world.
Why are you telling me this?
Dr. Pearlman, he'd remind us about "tikkun olam"
before every surgery we did.
Larry, I think you have a chance to heal the world today in the simplest, most pure kind of way.
And I know you're scared.
I get that. I really do. I swear.
But I think it's something worth considering.
And I don't think you'd still be here if you didn't think so, too.
My mind's made up.
The answer's no.
I'm sorry.
So, there's these, um...
Double doors... the kind that open in the center, and, um...
But one of the hinges was broken, so... they...
they kept that locked.
But he didn't know that.
So, anyway, you know, he's finally ready, and he's got, you know, his tray of cheese, you know, it's just right.
And he's carrying it like it's, you know, the most precious thing in the entire world.
And then bam!
His nose goes into the glass, tray goes everywhere.
There's, like, honey all over his beard.
I've come unstuck.
Let me.
Should you be doing this?
Why not?
Because I'm a...
What'd you say?
A beaker head with a God complex?
'Cause you're higher than a lab monkey.
What is going on here?
Relax. Josh just popped his I.V.
I got it back in.
No, you can't do that.
I'm sorry, but this isn't your charge, Dr. Kinney.
The hell it isn't. I'm a surgeon.
Not in here, you're not.
Then what am I?
I'm sorry?
If I'm not a surgeon, well, what am I?
A dead duck.
That's... That's what he said.
I didn't...
That's what you implied.
In here, you're just my patient.
So, what are my chances of surviving this?
Dr. Kinney.
No, seriously.
I have a reoccurrence of stage 3 metastatic breast cancer, so what are the odds I'll be here...
By Christmas?
That's not fair.
You stay out of this.
As your patient, Dawson, I am asking.
I don't feel comfortable answering that.
No. Of course you don't.
I'm sorry. I'm...
I didn't mean to be...
You're all good now, Josh.
Thank you.
Okay, then. Um...
I'll be back in a bit to check on you both.
Where did you two meet?
Uh... At auditions for cirque.
Two total misfits.
Her parents, Russian immigrants, kicked her out of the house when she was 14.
Mine... hardly even noticed I was gone.
She understood me.
Yeah, I guess when you meet someone like that... who gets you, quirks and all... nothing else really matters, right?
Dr. Harris?
Time of death... 3:13 P.M.
Kurt?
Let's get him back to his room.
I don't believe it.
It's my fault. I pushed him too hard.
It's no one's fault.
He's never been very good with surprises.
When we were kids, I used to jump out behind corners, and one time...
She popped out, and I hit her square in the mouth.
15 stitches.
I told you he'd come 'round.
You were right.
I am scared.
I've been scared my whole life.
You've always been this golden child...
Good grades...
Good friends.
We'll give you two some privacy.
I've always been this neurotic mess.
That's not true.
It is.
Everyone thought it was a joke when I said I would donate.
But you stood up for me.
We're in a good place, Emma.
I don't want it to stop.
It won't.
You're my brother.
That is never gonna change.
Uh, hey, Alex, I need you to come take a look at this.
What do we have?
A frozen kidney.
Larry put us behind schedule.
It must have been too close to the ice for too long.
Even if we thaw that, we've got little chance of getting it to perfuse.
We've come too far to turn back now.
So, what do you want to do?
Get me 10 bags of warm saline.
And a blowtorch.
Kidding! Hold the blowtorch.
That freezing didn't do us any favors, but the warm saline flush...
You think it'll live?
It has to.
Suturing the renal vein.
Renal vein and artery are anastomose.
Moment of truth.
Let's release those clamps and pray that it takes.
Exactly.
Okay. We got good perfusion.
Hey, do you mind doing the ureter anastomosis?
I have to go check in on Larry, make sure he's all right.
You got it.
Thanks, Bishop.
How did it go?
This is odd.
What?
He should be waking up now.
Heart rate's skyrocketing. Alex?
He could be having a stroke.
Page shahir.
Let's get him up to imaging... now.
Good catch, Alex. It was a stroke.
He's coning.
The swelling from the epidural bleed is pressing on his brain stem.
There. That should relieve the pressure.
Alex, it's okay.
You can go. I've done plenty of these.
Turn up the music, please.
My daughter, Molly, is, um... studying psychology at Queens.
She wants to be a couples counselor, of all things.
I haven't told her yet...
That it's back.
Toughest thing in the world...
Watching your kid trying to be brave...
No matter how old they are.
Especially when you know the real truth.
Yeah, I'd like to apologize for that.
No. Why?
It's the truth.
Then I say we - we double down on this...
"Stranger on a train" vibe we got going here.
Let's tell each other one thing that we've never told another living soul.
Who goes first?
I don't know.
You want to rock, paper, scissors?
Oh, careful. You're gonna pull out your I.V. again.
I'll go.
I don't want to do this again.
I don't want to sit here, getting sicker and sicker.
I want to get on a plane. I want to fly away.
Your turn.
Well, I want to come with you.
If looks could kill, I'd be the ghost right now.
Well, look at it this way.
What would you be capable of if somebody tried to keep Alex away from you?
So, how do we help her if she won't talk to us?
I don't know.
You know, maybe he doesn't see her, maybe he doesn't hear her, but if he feels her, if he senses that she's here...
Then what?
He won't move on, either?
He won't get better?
That's a bit of a stretch, don't you think?
Charlie.
I'm just saying, it's not very scientific.
No, look.
Illyana, you need to talk to us.
He needs to be with me.
It was your time. It's not his.
You need to accept that.
He won't make it without me.
He's gonna have to try.
I won't go without him. I can't.
Something's wrong.
Illyana, what are you doing?
I love him too much.
His heart rate's through the roof.
You need to go now!
I can't.
I won't.
He's got a petechial rash.
We need to get him to radiology right now.
Could be a fat embolus in his lungs.
Bone marrow may have seeped out of the break and migrated.
- Can you fix him?
- I don't know.
Illyana!
Stop!
Call the code. We need a crash cart.
Look, Charlie.
Kurt never had a chance.
I'm really not in the mood to see the bright side.
People who love each other that much belong together, even in death.
I'm not buying that. Sorry.
I had a daughter.
Maddie.
It was 4:00 in the afternoon.
Not even happy hour.
This guy's all over the road.
He's coming right at us.
I tried to get out of the way, but there wasn't enough time.
We didn't... we didn't have enough time.
My little girl.
Kris.
I wanted to die... so I could be with her.
I'm sorry. I had no idea.
When I woke up in the hospital...
She was gone.
But there were all these other spirits that only I could see.
There's still so much I'm trying to figure out about this...
This thing we have.
Well, maybe we could help each other, you know?
Figure this thing out together.
I'd like that, Charlie.
Last ones.
I'm glad to see you.
Yeah, model patients.
Transplants went off without a hitch.
Pali, your kidney is taking a little trip to close out the domino.
It's going to somebody who desperately needs it.
Thank you.
You were badass, Alex.
Yeah, she's not wrong.
All right, girls. On to recovery ice cream.
So?
So, he's gonna make a full recovery.
Thank God.
One more transport to go, Alex, and you've pulled it off.
Not me... all of us.
Hey. Nice ride.
How'd it go?
Exhausting, but, um... eventful.
I met a boy.
At chemo?
Yes.
And he's a poet.
And he asked to come to Paris with me because he wants to show me where Abelard and Heloise are buried.
Dana.
And I said "yes."
You just started chemo.
I know, but I'm...
I'm thinking that I just have to fight this in a different way for a while.
I'm sorry, but this is insane.
Actually, I think this is the sanest thing
I have done in a long time.
You're flying off to Paris with a poet that you met a few hours ago.
Well, when you put it like that...
Instead of prolonging your life...
I don't want to prolong my life.
I want to live it.
How you feeling?
Like I just got run over.
You?
Same.
I wanted to, um...
I wrote you something.
- Limerick, yeah. - Yeah.
It was the only rhyme scheme I could remember, and I'm half-Irish, so...
"A terminal lass from Kilbride was befuddled by fear and by pride."
"Till she heard a sweet man say he'd come with her partway.
So she kissed him, she smiled, and she cried."
Thank you, doctor.
How does it end?
The story?
- Heloise. - Right.
Does she find the real meaning of life?
Oh, she does.
The love she found with Abelard...
That was the meaning of human existence.
Love.
Hey. What's going on?
Nothing.
You ready?
And, for the last time, the olives in the salad bar are for eating, not wearing.
Excellent.
And no more "Simpsons" impressions.
And, finally, I'm flying back to D.C. this weekend to spend the holiday with my family, but the restaurant will still be open, so I'm going to need you all to work.
You're making us work on Valentine's Day?
I already have tickets to see Morrissey.
No, he's talking about Presidents' Day.
Which is always the third Monday in February.
I'm kind of a history "boof."
I'm talking about Chinese New Year.
But you also have to work those other holidays, as well.
You guys have your own new year?
Yeah.
We get together with family, have a big dinner.
There's decorations, dragon dances, fireworks.
I mean, you should see how crazy it gets in Chinatown.
If you can breathe properly the next day, you weren't there.
S02E11 Year of the Rat ♪ Fresh off the boat ♪ ♪ I'm gettin' mine everywhere I go ♪
Jessica, open the door!
I have been ringing this bell for half an hour.
What is going on?
Did you commit a murder in here?
A murder?
On carpet? Come on.
Chinese New Year is in a few days, and it's tradition to clean our home to welcome in good fortune.
Our new year's tradition is to get drunk and shoot guns in the air.
Thank you so much for taking care of things while we're gone.
There's not much to do.
Just water the tomato plant and move the kitchen bamboo out of the sun hourly.
If the moon is strong, then at night, too.
Why did you pack this?
What do you mean?
We're traveling.
We need travel-sized toiletries.
Look how fun it is.
Look at this little nivea.
It's more container than lotion, but I don't even care.
I'm ready for my new year's haircut.
Oh, that's another new year's tradition.
You don't want to cut your hair too soon after the new year, because you might be getting rid of any good luck you just received.
Oh, kind of like how you don't want to shower after garth Brooks signs your boobs?
Yeah.
I brought some photos.
I want half Anthony Mason, half kwamé the boy genius.
How about flowbee setting number 3?
I'm so excited for Chinese New Year.
It's gonna be great to see the whole family.
And to get all those red envelopes full of cash!
I'm gonna buy a snoopy sno-cone machine.
I'm gonna buy a fedora and bring back the golden age of railway travel.
Listen, guys.
I did the math, and even if I get one red envelope from every adult in the family,
I still won't have enough money to buy the new Jordans.
That's why if you guys give me three of your envelopes each,
I'll give you this gently used castle grayskull.
The trapdoor doesn't work, but he-man wouldn't fall for that anyways.
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Eddie, I overslept! Get up, get up!
We have to go to the airport!
- What time is it?
- 5:00 A.M.!
The flight doesn't leave until 2:00 in the afternoon.
Exactly! We're late!
Emery! Evan! Just eat some toothpaste!
No time to brush!
Why are you dressed so nice?
I'm trying to get bumped up to first class.
No.
It's too early for this.
All right, I turned off the sprinklers, locked the doors, got the tickets.
And I've got breakfast for the car, snacks, lunch, and dried plums.
We're all set.
We forgot... _
Bye, girls. Don't forget...
Keep that heart rate above 125.
And don't you forget to bring me back a commemorative thimble.
You know it.
Oh, damn it.
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Why did we have to park so far away?
It wasn't that far.
We took two buses, a tram, then had to run across the freeway.
Good.
So now you're tired, so you'll sleep on the plane.
And look, no lines.
I can't wait to see everybody.
I hope they're karaoke'ing when we get there, because I'm gonna grab the Mike and I'm gonna slide right into... ♪ What's love got to do, got to do with it?
♪
♪ What's love but a second-hand emo... ♪
Hi.
Good morning.
Where are you all flying to today?
Oh, uh, Washington, D.C., for the holiday.
A popular destination for Presidents' Day.
Are you traveling with any hazardous materials?
No, just a bag of fireworks, a pocket knife, and some crÃ¨me brÃ"lée torches we're giving as gifts.
That's all fine. Just as long as you're not bringing any citrus.
Oh, no. I'm afraid you've missed your flight. What?
No, that's impossible.
It doesn't leave till 2:00 P.M.
2:00 P.M. yesterday.
I thought you said that our flight was on Friday. It is.
Friday the 15th.
The 15th was yesterday.
Are we gonna miss Chinese New Year?
We don't have to run across the freeway again, do we?
I'm sorry, Connie.
We won't be coming to D.C. for new year's.
Why?
Because I messed up the days on the tickets.
No, don't put big auntie on the phone.
Don't put big...
Hi, big auntie.
No, we're not coming.
Why?
Because I messed up the days on the tickets.
Mm-hmm. No, I called.
Six last-minute tickets to D.C. are too expensive.
I guess everybody's going there for Presidents' Day.
Yes, even five last-minute tickets are too expensive.
Five?
Who does she suggest to cut?
Tell everyone to send the red envelopes in the mail today so we can get them by new year's.
They're not gonna send cash in the mail.
It's time you boys learned what all dogs are born knowing.
Postal workers are thieves.
No, they're not.
Neither snow nor rain nor heat nor gloom of night...
Emery, please.
How's the family gonna get us our red envelopes?
They're not.
The only ones you're going to get are from us.
Mom and dad's envelopes... Those are the worst!
Read the back.
We wrote you a message.
_
Wha...
That means the only money we're gonna get this year is from...
Grandma.
I'm really sorry.
I feel terrible.
I should have double-checked the tickets.
Just when you think you've micro-managed everything.
But, you know, we can make the most of this.
I know you were really looking forward to seeing everyone, but we can celebrate here, just us.
It's not the same, Louis.
There's no fireworks. There's no parade.
It's not gonna feel like new year's.
Well, maybe we could find something like that here.
I doubt it.
People here don't care about this holiday.
That's not true.
We know there are other Chinese people in the area, remember?
Yeah, one other Chinese guy in Orlando, and he's deaf.
He's here somewhere.
If we just had a, I don't know, some sort of a list of people's names in the area and a way to get in touch with them.
There's got to be at least one Chinese person listed in here.
Uh, let's start with "Yang."
It's like Chinese people's "Smith."
Hmm. Nothing.
How about "Ma"?
Nope.
Liang?
Hi, grandma!
We made you your favorite snack...
Mountain dew and combos.
_
Are you upset that we missed our flight?
_
_
I hate to see grandma so down.
We have to cheer her up.
Yeah, so she can be generous with the red envelopes, and we can get paid!
No, because she's our grandmother and she's sad.
Right. We're saying the same thing.
Whatever our motivation, we need to get grandma happy, like, yesterday.
What does she like?
She loves "Garfield."
Yeah, what else?
What does it mean?
What does it mean to like "Garfield"?
It means she likes things that are small, cute, and funny.
That's the first thing you've said all day that makes sense.
Hey, how ya doin' today?
Having fun?
Speaking of fun, what's the deal with fun-sized candy bars?
What?
Of all the sizes, aren't they the least fun?
You know what I wish was fun-sized?
My homework!
_
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Anyone here from New Jersey?
No Changs, no Chins, no Chus.
You know, we need to start from the beginning.
Here, let me try.
Jessica, why would you have any more luck...
Boom. Asian-American association of Orlando.
A.A.A.O.O.
Ay-oh.
Like the Fonz.
No, it's like
"Who's the Boss?" Like Tony Danza.
Ey-o.
Hey, Angela.
I'm calling them.
Hello. Asian-American association of Orlando.
It's real!
Yes, hello!
We are Louis and Jessica Huang. We live in Orlando.
Oh, my gosh, the Huangs!
We've been trying to get in touch with you for months!
Have you not been getting our mailers?
- Thieves. - Thieves.
Uh, we are going to be in town for Chinese New Year, and we were wondering if you're doing anything.
We're having a huge party.
It's the biggest day of the year.
We would be so excited if you'd join us.
♪ What if God was one of us? ♪
♪ Just a slob like one of us? ♪
♪ Just a stranger on a bus, trying to make his way... ♪
I can't wait.
We're gonna be drowning in a sea full of red envelopes.
Why would grandma care about fun-sized stuff?
I should have started with jokes about Filipino food.
Ah, looks like they already got started with the fireworks.
Ignoring fire codes... So Chinese.
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There's so much oil in this food.
My son Raj is addicted to cocaine.
This one means "understanding."
What?
No, this means "understanding."
What's going on?
Where are all the...
Chinese people!
Welcome, Huangs.
And happy new year.
I'm Rick.
Ni hao.
The length and depth of my bow expresses my deep appreciation.
Uh, I think that's more of a Japanese thing, but, uh, thank you, Rick.
We spoke on the phone, I believe.
I'm one of the founding members of the triple-a double-o.
I thought this was an Asian organization?
Oh, it is.
Everyone here is Asian.
Or hoping to associate with one.
I myself was born on a layover in Thailand.
Well, I guess technically India and parts of Russia are in Asia, but we assumed...
That there would be some Chinese people celebrating Chinese New Year.
We don't have any Chinese members yet.
But we did get the kid who played short round to send us an autographed picture for our wall.
Very cool of him.
_
_
_
- What'd she say?
- I think she likes it.
I don't care what kind of people are here.
As long as they have red envelopes,
I'm cool with it.
Ooh, red envelopes.
What is that?
Like a party game?
You don't even know about red envelopes?
Well, what do you have planned for Chinese New Year?
Oh, it is going to be epic.
We just got these "year of the rat" glasses.
There's also gonna be an authentic dragon dance.
And at midnight Beijing time, we're gonna drop the rat.
Uh, that's not a real thing.
See, this is what I was talking about.
They're having a Chinese New Year's party, but nobody cares enough to get it right.
♪ Y'all ready for this? ♪
Who's ready for a dragon dance? !
The guy in the suit is my brother, Mark.
He's a male stripper.
Happy New Year!
I wish we could...
I said, Happy New...
Damn it, Happy New Year!
I wish we were there so they could annoy me in person.
What's the deal with disappointment?
I don't have a joke.
I just want to know.
Happy new year!
What's so happy about it?
No red envelopes.
No family.
No parade.
Bubkes.
But we do have pork buns.
You found pork buns?
Uh, no, jelly doughnuts.
Same basic concept, though.
Dough filled with something delicious.
I'm too sad to eat doughnuts.
I'll eat the jelly, though.
Come on, guys.
Look, sure, I messed up the plane tickets, and sure, Chinese New Year is ruined, but that doesn't mean we still can't have fun as a family.
Tonight, to celebrate, the Huangs are going to Cattleman's Ranch for dinner!
And this time, it's personal...
Pan pizzas. You each get one.
Sure, fine.
At least I don't have to cook.
I just want this day to be over.
Well, another year without a snoopy sno-cone machine.
I guess I should tell my business partners.
Louis!
What is that?
I just thought, you know, for Presidents' Day.
You know I hate animals doing people things.
Well, what are you doing here?
I-I thought you were out of town.
No, there's been a change of plans.
Okay, so here's what we need.
Whoa, lion dancers!
Awesome! Wow!
Look at that.
That's awesome!
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Louis, how did you...
I wanted you to have a real Chinese New Year.
How did you find people who care about Chinese New Year?
You found the bus guy.
Mitch?
Nancy? !
They spent all day rehearsing.
We decided to go with the Southern lion-style dance.
Mitch got the lion costume.
I used to work at Epcot.
I still have the key to the costume locker.
The drummers I got on loan from the high school.
And honey brought all the lanterns.
They're from Janet Jackson's "If" video.
My hairdresser used to be her prop guy.
Oh, and Sandy has got some stories.
Oh, yeah.
Deidre brought oranges and tangerines.
I have three trees in my yard that are really flourishing.
My secret... human urine.
Carol-Joan brought illegal fireworks.
My son is troubled, but he knows where to buy explosives.
Hector made fish and dumplings.
He did a great job, and with such short notice.
It gave me an idea for a Chinese fast-food chain.
Could call it "Pronto Panda" or, uh, "Panda Chop-Chop"
or "Panda Train, limited stops."
How about Panda Express?
I like my names better.
And for you boys, your father told us about red envelopes.
Sno-cone! Thank you!
Loot!
Look on the back.
"Be the change"?
Your father said you liked handwritten messages on nice stationery.
Goodbye, Jordans.
I guess I have to wait another year until I can dunk.
Why did you all go to all this trouble?
It's not even your holiday.
Louis said you were upset about missing Chinese New Year, so we wanted to help.
It's not that people didn't care enough to get it right.
It's that they didn't know.
Also, it's you, so if we don't get it right, we're gonna hear about it.
Yeah, that's true.
So, I've always been curious, why the color red?
Thank you for asking.
The color red represents good luck and happiness.
Why do you serve dumplings?
Well, dumplings are a similar shape to ancient silver and gold pieces.
So when you eat them, it's like you're taking in wealth. Ah.
I like that.
So the Chinese word for fish is a homonym for the word "surplus."
And why lions?
They're used to summon wealth and good fortune.
I thought red was for wealth and good fortune.
And you said the haircuts were for wealth and good fortune.
We like wealth and good fortune.
I could listen to this all night.
Each year corresponds to one of 12 different animals in the Chinese zodiac.
I am the year of the dog.
What kind of animal am I?
What year were you born?
Pass.
Are some zodiac signs better...
You know what?
Enough for today.
Great questions!
No more! Thank you!
Isn't it nice our friends care so much?
Ooh, maybe throwing a Chinese New Year party at Cattleman's becomes our new tradition.
Yeah, maybe.
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Grandma, that's very generous, but all we need is your love.
I'll take Emery's! No!
I was just expressing a sentiment, you animal!
No!
Give it to me!
_
Thanks, everybody, for a great Chinese New Year.
But the celebration wouldn't be complete without the grand finale.
Fireworks!
Ooh, we have fireworks!
Verbal fireworks!
Have you ever noticed how American and Chinese dogs speak differently?
American dogs go, "bow-wow, bow-wow."
Chinese dogs go, "wong-wong, wong-wong!"
You know, that's funny because it's true.
What's the deal with Capri Suns?
I have to puncture a foil pouch with a straw.
Hello, I'm a child, not a registered nurse.
Oh, he's bringing out the big guns.
What else?
What else?
- All right. Bon appétit.
- Thanks, Chef.
- To the chef.
- To the chef.
Chef, your lawyer's here.
What?
I'm up. What?
Thanks. Thanks, buddy.
[sighs] Oh! Damn it.
Okay. All right.
Oka-
- No, you go.
[sighs] Ooh, that's... alright.
[Tommy] So, after school, maybe we'll, uh, we'll stop by the art store and get you a new sketchbook?
And, um, some of those wh-- wh-- what were those called?
Charcoal... somethings?
Yeah. Worth a shot.
[door closes]
You know, I still had eight months.
You're amazing.
Okay.
Just--
I didn't actually do...
With all due respect, I wish you'd gotten life.
Maybe you'll lose a few pounds, huh?
Hey, go change. I'll explain your parole terms. Hey,hey.
All right.
Be good. [blues music plays] [snorting] Ahh.
Seriously, I don't know how you did that, but... thank you.
We should celebrate tonight.
Well, what's wrong with right now?
Come here.
- Hey, Tommy!
' Hey, guys.
- Hey, Tommy!
- What's up, Tommy?
No association with known felons.
No weapons, and of course, [moans]
You can't... vote!
So, when am I gonna see you again?
Well, I got to confess, I'm always getting into trouble.
And when I do, I know where to find a good lawyer.
Do you know how hard it is to get pink peonies this time of year?
Thanks, Jane. They're my wife's favorite.
- God damn.
- Bye, Chef. Take care, buddy.
It's been a pleasure.
What the hell are you doing? !
Hey, I got to be somewhere, pal.
- Empty your truck onto the street.
- Screw you.
I'd appreciate some civility...
- and some cooperation.
- [garbage man] So sorry, Mr. Woichik.
I didn't realize it was you.
How's your father?
Gettin' by. Now, if you'd please...
Yeah, yeah. Sure thing.
He's not here, boss.
[blues music plays]
So, can I put you down for the usual ten cases?
Uh, no. Let's go with four this time.
How's your boy doing?
T.J.?
Never better.
[teacher] T.J...
You don't have to talk, but you do have to listen.
Now do the assignment.
What, what?
What are you gonna do about it, punk?
You got something to say?
Uncle Stavros!
Hey, the prodigal nephew. Huh?
Smells like a sewer. Huh? [sniffs]
Passport. Ticket to Paris.
Spending money.
Flight is at noon tomorrow.
Maury Finkelberg?
Really? Could you have given me any less notice?
You're welcome.
Uncle, reminding you I need tomorrow night off.
- My daughter's talent show. - Consider me reminded, lovely.
Hi, Dion. Bye, Dion.
Can I stay here tonight?
All of my rooms and all my girls are booked.
I'm telling you, the Bronx is the next damn Gold Rush.
Which is why these lotto machines are working overtime.
Son of a bitch.
Come on. Get out.
- Going already?
Patrick. It's not your usual time.
I'm looking for your nephew.
Dion?
Doesn't get out for months.
Find him.
You know, there's a couple of cops up there, maybe a judge.
That's not good for business, yours or mine.
What happens to people who lie to me?
Screw you, Patrick!
I pay your dogs every month for protection.
You call that protection?
You do know why they call me the Tooth Fairy.
[Patrick] Don't you?
He's not here.
[knocks] Mr. Moran, hi.
You missed last week's appointment.
Yeah, sorry.
Uh, work's-- work's been brutal.
I'll call to set something up.
Well, we have about 15 minutes till school lets out.
Come on.
[Tommy] My health insurance only covered ten sessions with a shrink, and ten sessions with a speech therapist, but now-- now it's maxed out, and it's all on me.
It's just a lot to juggle without his morn around.
I can only imagine.
Yeah, you can only imagine.
What are you thinking?
I'm thinking if you had 20 years more experience, what a difference that would make for T.J.
You are totally deflecting.
I am who I am. You are who you are.
So let's-- let's talk about what's real--
T.J. failing, T.J. getting into fights,
T.J. not talking.
I get it. You have a lot on your plate as the only parent.
T.J.--
So what, now, I'm-
- I'm the only single parent whose kid is having trouble in school?
No.
You're the only single parent whose son witnessed his own mother get killed in a hit-and-run and hasn't said a word since.
And whose father has a drinking problem.
- I smell alcohol on your breath.
- That's wine.
- I'm a wine rep.
That's part--
- Yeah, Mr. Moran, if this continues to go downhill,
I'm required by law to notify Child Protective Services.
What does that mean, exactly?
You could lose T.J.
I'm not gonna let anyone take you away.
In trouble so soon?
I miss you already.
[scoffs] Hey, uh, can I come in? Ooh.
Look, you're a great lay, but I think we should keep this client-attorney business strictly professional.
Good behavior?
[Dion] Oh, I don't know.
My money's on, uh, good cooking.
- [Tommy] Glad to see you.
Are you gonna crash here?
Yeah.
Yeah, just for one night.
Got to go to Paris tomorrow.
Yeah, I... I got to get away.
That's too bad.
It'd be nice to have you around.
Yeah, I'll be back.
So you were in the one prison without a weight room?
[chuckles] Nice.
Don't worry, I'll still kick your ass.
How you doing, man?
T.J., you remember Dion.
Look at you.
Huh? What's up, T-Bone?
All right. Come on.
All right.
Oh, you see they turned the methadone clinic into a yoga studio?
Yeah. Got an organic market coming in, too. I know.
It's crazy, right?
It's like I said, you know, the Bronx is the new Brooklyn.
Eh, it's coming up, man.
Yeah, well, parts of it.
Maid called in sick.
Look, how do you live like this, huh?
I had better things back in prison.
Well, I'm sure they'd make room for you again.
Hey, uh, is T.J. all right?
You know, he seems a little--
- Quiet?
- Dented.
Dented, I'll take. It's broken I'm worried about.
He hasn't spoken since she died.
Oh, thanks for coming to the funeral, by the way.
[chuckles]
Oh, yeah, well, uh, the county jail was all out of hall passes that day.
Oh, Tommy, Tommy, Tommy, Tommy, Tommy, you're killing me.
You- - You got a $20,000 stove, and your fridge is empty.
Well, there's not a lot of time for grocery shopping.
All stocked up on wine, though, I see,huh?
How are you and the bottle getting along these days?
Really well, actually.
Yeah?
Yeah, no. We're-
- We're in love. How about you and the blow?
We broke up.
'Cause it's so hard to get drugs in prison.
Yeah.
Yeah, thanks for coming to visit me, by the way.
I'm sorry. Was I not there for you?
That's funny, uh, 'cause the way I remember it, the one time I really needed you, you know, when my wife was killed, you got coked up and burned down the restaurant we worked at.
So not only did I lose my wife,
I lost my best friend and my job.
So no, no, thank you.
I'm sorry about Rie.
I miss her, too, you know?
[Dion] Hey, what's up, T-bone?
You hungry?
So, put it down like that.
Ah, j-- j-- just-- just hold on, champ.
What?
Go on.
Oh, come on, man.
Tommy, what are you doing?
The food's getting cold.
Uh, look, I'm really--
I'm really not having this with you.
All right, listen, the kid doesn't eat until you do it.
Tonight, we have, uh, our special, house-made malfatti with vine-ripened Roma tomatoes, parmesan, and basil.
Pairs perfectly with this 2010 Chianti Classico, an old-world Sangiovese, aged in traditional botti.
That's large-format barrels, neutral oak.
Look for dried red fruits, a medium body, and a bright, mouthwatering acidity.
- And he's back.
- [chuckles lightly] Can we eat already?
Okay, so I'm a little out of practice cooking Italian.
What do you mean?
That meal was perfectly mediocre.
I still want to do Greek.
Yeah, well, it's gonna be hard if you're moving to Paris.
Oh, why don't you come to Paris with me?
- [chuckles] - [Dion] Seriously.
We could do the restaurant there.
Great idea.
Yeah, T.J.'s old enough to live here on his own.
Oh, no, no.
T.J.'s already coming. We- - We just wanted to know if you wanted to come.
Oh, yeah? [laughs]
You're out of your mind.
Seriously, though. I mean, think about it.
You know, you, me, Tee}...
[Dion] Three bachelors letting loose in the city of love.
Come on, man, we-- we would have the best Greek restaurant in all of Paris.
I can't uproot T.J. like that.
He's been through enough change.
Seems he needs a fresh start almost as much as you do.
It's not that simple.
Besides, I- - I- - I can't handle that whole French scene without you.
Who's gonna make fun of it with me?
Huh? Come on, seriously.
[stammers] I won't survive. You always survive.
All right.
All right, look at that.
Tell me, what do you see?
- Uh, a plate?
- [Dion] No.
You see black orzo in a spicy seafood broth and a celeriac puree.
Topped with, uh... grilled octopus and slow-roasted cherry tomatoes, perfectly finished with micro bronzed fennel.
Classic Mediterranean, with a very specific and dare I say, a very personal Hellenic influence.
Dude, I helped you come up with this whole menu.
You don't have to walk me through it.
You know, in prison, all anyone's ever thinking about is escaping.
You know what I was thinking about?
I was thinking about Thirio.
Who do you think you're talking to?
Downstairs, all I see are Rie's unfinished designs.
That giant espresso machine from Italy,
Rie put that together herself.
I look up to the ceiling, I see-
- I see pine beams-- - Cypress.
- The whole-- what?
Cypress beams.
It's a Mediterranean restaurant.
There is no pine in the Mediterranean.
Pretty sure it's pine.
- Well, where's the Bible?
Come on, take a look. [Dion] Wow. It was a long time ago.
It was a lifetime ago.
Yeah.
[Dion] Wow.
Uh-oh. Boom.
Bite me.
Come on, imagine it.
Thirio in Paris.
With the two of us, man, we could totally pull it off.
It was the three of us that were gonna pull it off.
I could never do it any other way.
First, the Chinks come in.
Then the mighty Irish push them out, until the Wops and the Jews take over.
And, then, whoops; here come the Coloreds and the Spics and, bam!
Now the Vietnamese or Cambodians, whatever the hell they are.
So basically, it's Chink to Chink, circle of life.
My father, rest his soul, used to say a neighborhood is like an organism, a living thing, always changing, always needing something.
And a good businessman finds out what that need is and fills it.
No offense to my old man, but what he didn't know, the real money is in filling that need even when it don't need filling.
Ah, come on.
All right, buddy.
Hey, I'm taking Teej to school.
You can stay until your flight, I guess.
Just don't burn the place down.
Yeah, well, take care, man.
Yep. You too.
Hey, thanks.
And you... you know, you might want to keep it down a little bit, huh?
All right.
[Dion] Table 33.
All right, let's go. Come on, let's go.
Is this the grief group?
Yeah.
I'm- - I'm Tommy Moran. Welcome.
Thanks.
It's my first time.
It's a little overwhelming.
I remember.
I'm Pilar Herrera.
My husband, Oscar, died in my arms... of a heart attack.
You'?
My wife, Rie, car accident.
I'm sorry.
Me too, you.
So, urn, what do you do?
One day at a time, I guess.
I meant for a living. [chuckles]
Oh, I'm a sommelier, but I'm between restaurants, so, uh, I rep wines.
No way. I'm in the restaurant business, too.
My sister has a place, La Cubana Loca, in Harlem.
Actually, I'm, like, the manager.
We're always looking for wines.
We should exchange numbers.
I kept looking at the door, thinking Rie was gonna walk in at any second,
but she never did.
She never will.
All right, let's-- we're gonna try a little role-play, okay?
I want you to tell your wife what it is you're going through.
Gloria, you-- you be his wife, okay?
- [sobbing] No.
- [therapist] All right, um, uh...
Pilar, is it?
Pilar?
Y-
- You, can you do that?
Will that be okay?
So, Tommy, tell Pilar how you're feeling.
[therapist] It's okay.
[voice breaking] I miss you... all day long.
[Tommy] We were supposed to do this together.
Raise our son, start a restaurant.
I can't...
[Tommy] I need you.
We need you.
You're like a phantom limb.
I love you.
Dion.
What!
So good for the soul.
Maury Finkelberg?
Short notice.
Not only... do you burn down our restaurant... you get caught.
An employee of ours committing arson, so no insurance.
My father might be in prison.
That doesn't change the fact that you owe us 600 grand.
- Look, I'm gonna pay it back.
- From Paris?
I'm going on a-- was going on a-- on a sourcing trip.
My new restaurant needs top-of-the-line equipment.
Dion, Dion, Dion.
Come and take a look. I'll show you.
Obviously, we're still, uh, you know, in the process of setting up, but, you know, we got... got a Jade freestanding range over here, the Belle Epoque, brass and copper espresso machine
we had specially shipped in from Italy.
We have a, uh, a walk-in fridge that's gonna go over there.
Now, the prep and, uh, cooking stations are-- they're gonna go here, here, there.
Yeah, we're, uh, we're looking into... to cypress pillars for the dining room.
Plus, uh, we're gonna be growing our own herbs in the greenhouse we're gonna build up on the roof.
I mean, we could be up and running within, uh, within two months.
Well, you know me and kitchens.
When you're not burning them down.
Yeah. That never gets old.
You were the one who made me executive chef at Ottavio's.
The profit we were making there, I can double that.
I can pay you back.
You could be eating braised lamb with a wild-mushroom ragout while this place becomes a laundromat for your money.
People are gonna come.
Okay.
But you try and skip town again, these two will die.
So will your favorite and only uncle.
Oh, and that lady lawyer friend of yours.
But you, Dion, I'll let you live so you'll always remember what you caused.
Look,uh, I'm not going anywhere.
Good, 'cause I'll be collecting on your debt every week.
I hope this restaurant's a success.
Be a shame if I went through all the effort of getting you out of prison early just to... kill everyone who means something to you.
One more thing Come on! What are you doing?
No, no!
What are you doing?
! Come on, I can pay you back!
- Smile. - I'll pay you back!
It will make it so much easier for the both of us.
Please, Patrick!
[screaming] No! Please, not the teeth, no!
[Dion breathing shakily] Maybe we try something different?
Oh, God. Oh, God.
Say, a little finger?
No, no! No!
No,no,no,no,no, no,no,no,no!
Oh, God, no!
[screaming] Oh, God!
See you soon, Dion.
Yo. Yo, yo, Manny. Manny.
I need you to do me a solid.
Thanks, bro.
Shouldn't you be halfway to Paris by now?
What is that?
What are you doing?
What happened to your finger?
Uh, cab door.
Is that why you're not in Paris, 'cause-- 'cause of your boo-boo?
No.
No.
This is why.
All right.
G-- go ahead.
Hold on. I- - I have to get some A.1.
If you don't mind, go ahead.
Words would be nice.
It's astonishing, maybe even perfect.
No, no, no.
It's never perfect. Dude, just take the compliment. Go ahead, try.
Try some. Come on, try it.
[Tommy] It's good, right?
[Dion] Now, this... this is gonna be the signature dish of Thirio.
Look, I didn't go to Paris 'cause our dream was to open a restaurant right here, man.
We are so doing this!
You got any homework?
All right. Now is a good time.
I told you, I'm not doing a restaurant without Rie.
If you could see yourself right now, living in this place.
I'm the one who's been in prison this last year, and you're the one who's messed up?
I mean, y-- you're stuck, man, bad.
You drink too much. You work a demeaning job.
It's been almost a year since Rie died.
And what? Come on, what?
You're still wallowing? Right, right! "Get on with it, Tommy!" "Shake it off, Tommy."
- "Move on, Tommy," right?
- All right, look, I'm not saying--
You have no idea what you're talking about.
You don't know what it's like to be in love, to be married, to raise a son with-- with the woman you love.
And you have no idea what it's like to lose her.
Man, I had to clean out her closet, clean out her bathroom, throw her mouth guard... in the trash.
Do not tell me how to grieve, and don't tell me to open a restaurant without her.
[Dion] We're not doing it without her.
We're doing it with her.
She will live through this restaurant.
No, she won't.
I love you more than anything in the world.
You know that, right?
All right. [smooches]
Sweet dreams. See you in the morning. [metal clanging]
- [Dion screams] - Stay in bed. [grunting] [shouts]
Look, if you're not gonna do a restaurant, then you don't deserve this!
- Hey, let go. - Give it back.
- Let go!
- Get your hands off it!
- Hey, hey, hey! - You're not worthy of it.
You're not worthy! Get off, get off!
[clattering]
You know what? !
You don't deserve any of this! - Oh.
- [plate shatters] Oh, oh!
Throwing plates! - No, none of this!
You must be Greek.
All right, would you stop? ! Hey!
Stop! Hey!
You want this just as much as I do.
You're just too much of a drunk to realize it!
[laughs] The coke head speaks.
This is so you.
I let you crash here, within 24 hours, you're trashing the place.
Oh, trashing the place?
What, this shit hole?
What are you even doing here? ! Just go!
[Dion] Oh, I'm so sorry!
[Tommy] Get out.
Go on!
Take your massive ego with you...
Oh, I'm sorry to interrupt your downward spiral,
- you self-loathing, self-pitying...
- you selfish, narcissistic...
- selfish son of a-- [cellphone ringing]
He's calling to hear Rie's voice on the outgoing message.
Yeah, well, he's not doing so good, T.
Tell me about it.
Yeah, well, then why do you make him live like this?
This place, the way it is, it's like a-- like a tomb of Rie's dream that can never come true.
The way I see it, you either burn it down or you build it up!
- Oh, man, y-- you got to stop.
- No, I don't.
Look, when we were doing the restaurant, when we were coming up with plans for Thirio, you were so amped, man.
You were so alive.
Yeah, I also had a wife.
This isn't about you! Wake up!
This is about your son!
Look, if we do this restaurant and you get that fire back in your belly, you have a purpose again.
And you know how quickly T.J.'s gonna turn around.
He lost his mom.
He doesn't need to lose his dad, too.
[scoffs] We're broke.
Where would we even get the money?
What? No.
No way.
[Tommy] No way.
It's the only way. Tommy, he owes you.
I haven't talked to him in ten years.
You burned down a restaurant owned by Ziggy Woichik and his psycho son, and you not only live, but you get out of prison early?
You must be in really tight with those scumbags.
Eh, you don't know what you're talking about.
Aw, come on!
Oh, and what's this?
If you don't want to go back to prison for 100 years, you better get me some intel on the Tooth Fairy.
Why do you care about him so much?
You already put his father away.
And the Tooth Fairy steps right in, nothing changes, and I get a net gain of zero.
Oh, I'm sorry about that. I really am.
I wish there was something I could do.
Let me be perfectly clear.
No,no,no! [screaming] Oh, God! [grunts]
What the hell is wrong with you!
I am Ahab.
And the Tooth Fairy, that fat piece of shit, is my white whale.
And you... - [breathing heavily] [groans] [car door opens, closes] [engine starts] [tires screeching]
[siren wailing in the distance] [breathing heavily] How'd it go with your dad?
He wasn't home.
Oh, you're kidding.
You sure we can do this?
Yeah, we can do this.
We have to.
[Tommy] Shit.
Yeah, no shit, shit.
[sirens wailing, man laughing] [Tommy] A restaurant in the Bronx.
[Dion] Living the dream.
Emma: No!
Emma, come on, it's time for bed.
I'm putting my foot down.
You gotta put your pajamas on.
No!
What if Daddy gives you a cookie?
Yes!
Congratulations, Emma.
You're already manipulating men at a third grade level.
You're the parent.
You need to stand up to your daughter.
Okay, you know what? Fine.
If you're so good at this, you get her into pajamas.
- All right?
- Okay. Yeah, I will.
All right, Emma.
Listen, this behavior has got to stop.
When I say it's bedtime, it's bedtime.
And when I say it's cookie time, it's cookie time.
Mm, who do you love the most?
- Bon-Bon. - Bon-Bon. That's right.
And Bon-Bon loves you the most.
(theme music playing) ♪ It's amazing how the unexpected ♪
♪ Can take your life and change directions ♪
Danny!
- Who's coming?
- My mom.
Ever since Brad left, she can't be alone.
I don't know if you know this, but she can be kind of annoying.
She hasn't let me out of her sight in over a week, and now she wants to hang out today and tonight.
No! No! Tonight is our special night.
Clash of Dragons is on.
I know. That's why I'm trying to avoid her.
Bonnie: Hey, why is this door locked?
- Oh! - Hey, guys.
I just wanted to...
Oh. Mom... do you mind?
Kind of in the middle of something here.
Sorry.
Yeah, I can come back.
Well, actually, if you're anything like your dad,
I can just wait in the hall for a couple of minutes.
Will you just tell her?
Yeah, you're right.
Mom, there's something I need to talk to you about.
But first, I gotta go to practice, so I'll see you later, okay?
Danny, Danny, Danny!
So... what are you up to today?
I'm just going to work.
I don't suppose you could bring a friend.
- Not really. - Oh.
Oh, Tuck! Hey!
Here's that salad you ordered for Mary.
I know the show's paying for it.
That's why it's a $53 salad.
Finally. Mary's blood sugar's crashing.
Oh, my God. Are there cranberries on this?
These look like cranberries!
Calm down. She can just pick them off like any normal person.
Mary Hart is not a normal person.
Okay?
She's a star.
It's a completely different beast.
Please don't tell anyone you heard me call her a beast.
Dude, you gotta stand up to her once in a while.
Don't let her walk all over you.
Look, Ben, I don't have time.
Look, I don't have time for this right now, okay?
What is wrong with you?
Look at yourself.
- You're a mess. - I'm fine! Okay?
- Look, I'm fine! - (Shutter clicks)
- I'm fi... - Does this look fine to you?
Look, man, we're just... we're all under a lot of stress, all right?
This week, it's our big Mary Hart SweetHarts Special, and everything just needs to be perfect because Mary likes perfect.
Mary: Tucker!
Oh, my God! She's coming! Save yourself!
It's about time.
I didn't realize you actually had to go to a farm and plant the vegetables first.
And could you possibly be more incompetent?
I said I wanted to give away Crock-Pots.
You forgot the "Crock" part of the "Pot".
There's 50 pounds of weed sitting on my loading dock!
And... are these cranberries?
You know how much I hate cranberries.
I know, Mary. I'm so sorry, Mary.
How does this sound to you, Tucker?
Hello, America. I'm Mary Hart.
On tonight's show, the death of a senior producer who gave me cranberries!
Idiot!
How could you not know after all these years together that I hate cranberries?
! I hate them...
Ah, my good Lord Craigmore, bastard son of Leon Ravenhelm, to what do I owe this honor?
Ah, Lady Zelda Dragonbreast,
I have come to avenge thee... and perhaps do some ravaging?
Well, the ravaging will hate to wait because seriously, the show's about to start.
I couldn't find mutton, so chicken wings will have to do.
Bonnie: Open up! It's me!
I found mutton!
What is she doing here?
How did she know?
Well, she either figured it out on her own, or she guilted me into inviting her.
I'm honestly not sure.
Just... just tell her to go away.
Okay, fine.
I'll tell her that it's just us tonight.
Yeah.
I mean, sure. Yeah.
I was devastated when Brad left, you know, but now, I'm just lonely.
You know, and I can't go get all un-lonely because I'm married.
Stupid morals.
Mary: Hello, America. I'm Mary Hart.
On tonight's show, the death of a senior producer who gave me cranberries!
Yeah, thanks for the instant replay, but I'm still picking the cranberries out of my ears, so I'm good.
Dude, I'm trying to show you how pathetic you look.
You know, I wish I had physical proof of my mistakes.
Ben!
Not now, Emma.
Ben, why is this such a big deal?
All I see is a completely normal employee-employer relationship.
Oh?
Oh, is that what you see?
Oh, okay. Then maybe we should take a survey and find out what other people think.
How about I just post it online and get some feedback for you?
- Oh, you do that. - Oh, I will.
- Good. - Here I go.
- I'm waiting. - So doing it.
- So not caring. - All right.
- Three, two, one... - Give it to me.
Nope. No. Stop.
No, no.
Fine. Yes, Mary is a horrible person.
She's also a compulsive gambler and a philanderer, so what's your point?
You're better than this!
You've gotta stand up for yourself, man.
Fine. I'll talk to her.
You're a good friend.
I know.
You're really lucky.
How about I buy you a beer to celebrate, huh?
Come on.
On tonight's show,
- the death of a senior producer - (Tablet beeps) who gave me cranberries!
Idiot!
How could you not remember after all of these years... (Ben laughing)
The kitty doesn't even know the bunny's in the basket.
Cats are stupid.
I think we lost her!
I knew your mom was fast, but she actually scissor-kicked over the subway turnstiles.
You guys are amateurs.
Always run through a bar.
She has to stop.
Wait, wait, wait. This isn't good.
How could you not remember after all of these years of working together how much I hate cranberries? ! What?
No!
Oh, my God! How is this online? !
A million views? !
Oh, my God. I have to warn Tucker.
Oh, no. Come on.
Come on, sweetie. Let's go.
Aah, pick up. Pick up, pick up, pick up, pick up.
Oh, God.
- Aah, come on. Voicemail? - (Elevator dings)
Mom! Hey, perfect.
Can you please take Emma to daycare?
I have an emergency. Mary's about to kill Tucker.
Oh. Yeah. Tell me when that's on.
I want to record it.
Riley: Oh, my God, Danny. Please!
Your mother is driving me crazy!
Danny: Don't get mad at me!
You're the one who invited her over last night!
Uh, yeah. Yeah, that's only because you couldn't stand up to her.
She spent the night at my place and then she went to breakfast with us, and now she's gonna go to the movies with us?
Do not think for one second that she's going to Mary Hart's SweetHart show tomorrow because we only have two tickets and I already planned to give the free Crock-Pot to my mom for Christmas!
Well, what am I supposed to do?
Tell her I'd rather spend time along with my girlfriend than with my own mother?
!
Yes.
Danny, that's exactly what you're supposed to do.
I mean, if you don't stand up to her now, this is only going to get worse.
I mean, today it's a Crock-Pot, tomorrow it's our anniversary.
Wait, tomorrow's our anniversary?
I mean... tomorrow's our anniversary.
Hope you didn't forget.
No, Danny.
I am saying that this is about our future, and I'm not saying that you have to choose between us, but at some point, you're gonna have to choose between us.
Oh, I think we both know how this is gonna end.
Someone is about to get schooled... and it ain't gonna be me.
High five it.
Fist it.
Woogidy woogidy.
Care to explain what this is?
Oh. You know what?
It's basically just a really big phone.
You know what I mean?
No, this.
Oh, no, no, no. This is not happening.
They're saying, "Mary has no Hart."
I wish that didn't sound so evil because it's catchy as hell.
No! No, no, no.
No, of course you have a heart!
No, Mary puts the Hart in heart.
♪ Mary ♪
Right?
Obviously someone is jealous of our close, professional relationship.
Perhaps I overreacted with the cranberries.
I'm... I'm sorry, are you apologizing?
Oh, my God, no.
But seeing this made me realize just how much I... appreciate you.
So, I want to make you an executive producer... as long as you find out who did this, publicly humiliate them, and fire them.
I'm on it.
Thank you, Mary.
Tucker, hey! Whatever you do, don't...
What's up, Mary?
Well, hello there, stranger.
Wait, why do you look so familiar?
I work here.
I'm, um...
I'm Jason.
What do you do here, Jason?
I make the melon balls.
Well, make them smaller next time.
It's bad for my face to chew.
Danny: Mom?
Oh, hey, Ma.
Mamacita.
Best mom in the world.
I was hoping we could have a little chat...
Are you crying?
It's nothing.
I was just sitting here thinking about you, and, you know, how amazing you've been during this painful, awful time.
You're not just my son.
You're my best friend.
And all my friends, you know, they complain that their kids never want to spend any time with them, but not me.
No.
I always say, "I have the best son in the world."
- What about Ben?
- What about Ben?
Listen, honey.
I know that I have been very intrusive lately, but you have honestly saved my life.
You know I'd do anything for you, Mom.
I know.
And you know what would really help me?
Make me feel whole again?
I would just really love to go to that Mary Hart whatever-she-calls-it thing with you.
Wait, the SweetHart Special?
But I've only got two tickets and Riley's got her heart set on it.
I mean, we've got our costumes picked out and everything.
That is a problem... but I know you'll do the right thing.
Look at myself.
Dude, I'm gonna get my own Tucker to scream at!
But don't you still have to find a fall guy and fire someone?
Oh, please. Believe me, I've got a list.
Enjoy your last stolen yogurt, Todd.
Payback for my applesauce, bitch.
What about Jason?
I have the advantage of actually being guilty and I don't actually work here, so no one actually gets hurt.
Yeah!
Yeah, that's genius!
Mary!
After an extensive investigation
I've traced the video to Jason's phone.
Well, Jason, why don't you just take that pretty face of yours and your melon baller and get out?
You're fired!
I can't believe we just got away with that, man!
We're geniuses!
I mean, Mary is kind of a moron, right?
I mean, like, a big, dumb blond.
That thing's not actually on, is it?
No. This?
I'm not an idiot.
Mary: Tucker!
Yeah, I guess it is on.
What flavor do you want your goodbye cake to be?
- No! - No, no, no...
Fired.
Man, I did not see that coming.
You shot the video, your kid posted it online, and it was your idea to fire Jason.
You were in charge of it coming.
Oh, yeah?
Well, I worked in TV for one hour, and even I know how the headsets work.
I know how the headsets work, okay? !
And I also know how friends work.
And if you weren't so busy trying to teach me some stupid lesson, none of this would have happened.
This is my career, Ben.
And you just destroyed it.
Oh, hey. How am I doing?
Funny you should ask. Um, not well.
Because despite my talking about the Mary Hart Special for the last six months,
I am now not going.
Am I supposed to have any idea what you're talking about?
Shiver me timbers!
Who's ready to hunt some dragons?
Tally ho!
No one on Clash of Dragons has said that.
Ever.
Is Danny ready?
This corset's got about four hours on it before m'ladies explode.
(giggles) Thanks for the ticket, Riley.
Your mom stole my boyfriend.
Uh, kind of the one woman I didn't think I'd have to worry about.
Well, Tucker gave me two tickets. You can have 'em.
Really?
Oh, my God!
Well, will you go with me?
Because you can only get in if you're dressed as a famous couple from history.
Please, please, please?
Uh, well, won't me going with you make Danny...
Yeah. Yeah, exactly.
And that's what us girlfriends call a win-win.
No, no, no. I can't. I can't.
Do you have any idea what Mary would do if she sees me?
I mean, after she hits on me of course.
She may not like my melon balls, but she definitely likes my...
You get the point.
You know what?
That's genius!
Yes, yes! I will go with you!
Okay. Yay!
All right, what's a costume that we can do at the last minute?
Um, I've got a black wig and some 60s clothes.
Sonny and Cher?
Yes!
Oh, my God, that's perfect!
Plus, they were great friends after their breakup, and you know, it's... it's just like us!
Yeah, so totally like us! Yeah!
Really?
How was I supposed to know you wanted to be Cher?
Uh, again, I'm gonna go with, "Really?"
Riley?
What are you doing here?
And why are you with my brother?
I don't know, because Ben didn't dump me for his mother?
Because Ben is a true friend.
Because Ben would never abandon me.
Ben's gotta go.
See you later, Riles. Wish me luck.
- Hey, Sonny. - Hey, Mom.
Oh, hey, Riles.
Ever hear the expression,
"Two is company, three is a pathetic girl dressed as Cher with no partner"?
Tucker?
What are you doing?
I found this costume on the couch.
Figured it was the perfect way to get past security.
Don't you work here?
Oh, when I'm done with this show, nobody is gonna work here.
Okay?
It's time I got my dignity back.
Hey, Mary. It's me, Jason.
What are you doing here?
I think we both know what I'm doing here.
I saw how you looked at me before.
Oh, you're here to seduce me just like the real Sonny did in '79.
You bet I am.
Should we lock the doors so your husband doesn't walk in on us?
Please, I've done this 100 times before and he never found out.
He's about as in the dark as the IRS is about my Swiss accounts.
Now... why don't you make a deposit at Infidelity Bank?
- Gotcha! - Mary:
Now... why don't you make a deposit at Infidelity Bank?
What do you want?
I want you to give Tucker his job back unless you want this to get out too.
You know he deserves it.
He does everything to please you and all you've ever done is crush his spirit.
Fine.
I actually need Tucker.
His little revenge video doubled the show ratings.
So he can have his job back?
Sure.
Now put the mustache on and take me back to 1979.
Okay, SweetHarts, let's do this.
Hey, hey.
Where's your partner?
Oh, he was just here.
Sorry, couples only.
Desperate singles is next week.
If you could just give me a minute, he'll be right back.
Rules are rules.
- I swear. - You two, you two, next.
Riley, I am so sorry.
Danny, come on! Hurry up.
The gay pirate boys are taking our seats!
As soon as this is over, I'm going to make it up to you.
Danny, come on! I gave you life!
She's just giving you a hard time.
- Can you give me a minute? - No, Danny. It's fine.
- Yeah, Danny. Not now. - Mom, enough!
You've been controlling, bossy, and honestly, a pain in my neck.
I'm sorry that you're lonely, but you're not the woman that I love.
Riley is.
So, you need to back up out of my life and get your own.
Well, it's about time!
Both: What?
Danny, I have been in your face the last two days, trying to get you to push me away.
No man should let his mother come between him and the love of his life.
And no woman wants to be with a guy who can't stand up to his mother.
Now, if you'll excuse me,
I was right about this corset and my m'ladies are about to blow, so...
Oh, God.
Tucker?
How many times do I have to tell you to stop stealing my clothes?
It doesn't matter. I got great news.
So do I, man.
Look, I finally realized you were right.
This job, this humiliation, it's beneath me.
I am better than Mary Hart.
- I got your job back. - Oh, my God! You did?
!
That's amazing!
I love this job!
Man over speaker: And we're live in five seconds.
♪ Mary ♪
No, no, no, no.
I slipped something to my buddy in the audio booth.
I gotta stop him.
(auto-tuned) ♪ Hello, America ♪
♪ I'm Mary Hart, Hart, Hart ♪
♪ 50 pounds of ♪
♪ 50 pounds of weed ♪
♪ Are these cranberries?
♪
♪ I hate, I hate cranberries! ♪
♪ I hate them as much as I hate you ♪
♪ And that's a lot! ♪
♪ Keep throwing ♪
♪ Keep throwing ♪
♪ Keep throwing cranberries! ♪
♪ Tucker! ♪
Hey, man, uh... how'd you get my job back?
Any chance it'll work again?
I'll be right back.
Hey, Mom, watch this.
Emma, it's time for bed.
Let's go put your pajamas on, okay?
Okay.
(chuckles) Yeah.
Now who's standing up to a two-year-old?
All right, my little monkey.
Come on.
There we go. All right.
Let's get your jammies on.
Okay.
Oh, right.
Sorry.
Here's your cookie, sweetheart.
Previously, on "Brockmire."
Ten years ago, your breakdown in the booth and press conference were like the original viral videos.
Who am I broadcasting to?
You'll be doing exclusive play-by-play to the stadium.
I'm the P.A. announcer?
Here comes the pitch...
Well, that was nothin' if not predictable.
You're starting to look good to me, and you're a goddamn disaster.
A surprise finger in the keister!
And Brockmire is into it.
You think I'm ever gonna be remembered for anything except for the worst moments of my life?
You're "Brutal Brockmire" till the day you die.
"Fun fact, Butterman is"...
Jenny, we got to watch these cards.
Sip.
Yeah?
We need to talk.
Um, all right.
Let's, uh, take a quick break.
Give us the room, please, ladies.
No, I don't want one.
Uh, if we're about to have the conversation I think we are, you're gonna want one.
So, you've seen the pictures?
I have not.
Look, they're blowing it out of proportion.
It was just a Halloween costume.
Six years broadcasting with you in this booth and they want to kick me to the curb over some goofy pictures?
"Goofy pictures"?
You're in goddamn lingerie kissing a woman dressed as a man.
Robbie, that's Kansas City out there, not "Caba-goddamn-ret."
So, you have seen them?
Well, of course I've seen them. Everybody's seen them.
And why'd you have to be so goddamn attractive in them, especially after 9/11?
What's 9/11 have to do with anything?
9/11 has to do with everything. People are still fragile.
They can't handle the confusing feelings brought on by the combination of your delicate features and muscular build.
I know I couldn't.
Look, I'm swallowing my pride, and I'm asking you for help.
Because... frankly, you have an insane amount of power.
And with one word, you can save me.
Come on, Jim.
A broadcast team is still a team.
Look, Robbie, you're too late, all right?
It's already been done.
Who's my replacement?
Well you're looking at him.
Robbie, they offered me a one-man booth.
I mean, can you believe it?
I mean, Red Barber, Vince Scully, and now Jim Brockmire.
I just... I can't get over it.
Look, friend, this'll all blow over soon.
You'll be fine.
Few years from now, they're gonna invite you back for Old Timers Day.
It'll be like none of this ever happened.
Look, I-I just...
I want to thank you for everything...
Vince Scully is a legend.
You're a deep voice in a cheap suit.
People will learn that eventually.
The real you is too ugly to hide forever.
Now, just relax.
The break between a double header is the best time in baseball.
It's that perfect blend of postgame high and pregame jitters.
It's known as the broadcaster's speed ball.
Okay, the only thing dumber than playing two boring-ass baseball games in one day is putting a two-hour delay in between the boring-ass games.
You just have to use the time to contemplate the more important things in life, like rye whisky, for example.
This is the first American...
Hey, pay attention.
... first American booze made by the colonists when rum started to become scarce.
Rye whisky has a quiet dignity about it.
Please, stop. Stop it.
I watch you get drunk all day every day.
Yeah, I just can't bear to hear you describe it.
Can we maybe try to have a conversation?
Okay.
Um, well, do you have any questions for me?
No. I already know everything about you.
You've literally never asked me a question about myself.
Oh, come on. That's not true.
Just yesterday I asked you...
I asked you if my breath still smelled like vomit.
All right, no, point taken. Point taken.
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_ Hey. Make sure and translate what I'm about to say.
- It's important. - For the last time,
I am not his translator.
I am a reporter... hm... Assigned to cover him.
Whatever, man. Just help me out here, okay?
- Fine, fine, fine. - Hey, yo, listen up!
Hey, since we got to kill sometime today before the second game of the double header,
I thought we should do our first kangaroo court of the year, baby.
This is for the new guys. This is how the Frackers do it.
You accuse someone of an offense.
They argue their case, and then we vote.
Hey. You getting all this?
Uh, yes, yes. Hey, Yoshi.
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- Ah?
- "Ah."
Exactly.
If they are guilty, they pay the fine into the kitty.
Now, remember, the kitty is for the beer and the porn website passwords we share, so pay up!
Pay up!
Hey, who wants to start?
- Me! Me! - Right here!
Right here! Hey, hey!
Elton missed a bunt sign last week.
- Ooh! - A-At Slippery Rock?
I thought Coach gave me the swing away.
Hey, what says the room?
Guilty!
Hey! I'd like to accuse Elton again.
What's the offense?
Just, like, being a whiny little bitch.
What are you guys even talking about?
!
Guilty!
- Guilty! - I have someone.
I accuse el hijo de la porra, "Ooshi."
"Unchi da."
"It's Yoshi."
"Unchi." - Ooh. - Oh.
- Okay.
Why do you work for a baseball team when you are so defiantly ignorant about the game?
This team is the only thing that makes our town special.
I plan on getting some experience here, then moving to New York to finally start my life.
Sounds like a decent plan for you.
You'd probably do pretty well in Chelsea if you just bulk up a little bit.
You know, 'cause right now you got the delicate frame of a twink, but you don't quite have the temperament.
Um... What?
I say you have the delicate frame of a twink...
No, I-I heard you.
I just...
I'm not gay, Brockmire.
And why would you think that I am?
'Cause I never seen you with a girl, you're uncomfortable in your own skin, and you tend to hug the walls when you're in public.
See, what you just described is a socially awkward nerd.
That's who I am.
I panic around girls and crowds and people I don't know.
All right, but I also used your computer to look up some naked photos of Ann-Margret...
- Okay, wow!
- ... and I discovered what you called your "inspiration" folder, which is really just a bunch of pictures of handsome men in various states of dress.
What you found was my fashion inspiration folder.
Okay, did you wonder why 90% of those photos were just of shoes?
I just figured that was some kind of a gay black thing.
I need your language skills.
Locker room is about to explode.
I mean, they were speaking Japanese and Spanish so fast
I could barely understand what they were saying.
I've seen my fair share of kangaroo courts, but I've never seen anything like this.
It's all gonna be fine.
It's just the locker room's way of cleansing itself.
It all gets worked out...
Yep. Whoa! Whoa!
Please, just tranquillo, all right? And you guys, uh...
Nobody do anything.
All right, so, here's the deal.
Um, the Latin players all have Uribe's back, but the pitchers all support Yoshi.
All right, but this is okay.
This is just... This is the way the locker room cleanses itself.
Oh, no, no, no.
No matter how this thing shakes out, one half of this locker room is not gonna play with the other, so, no, this is a doozy of a pickle of a shit storm.
Anyhoos, best of luck to you.
Wait a minute.
For some reason, our attendance is back in the crapper.
We can't alienate the rest of the fans we have by canceling the second game.
You have to fix this.
I do?
Me?
Why me?
I-I'm the P.A. announcer.
'Cause nobody else in town speaks both Spanish and Japanese, and you know,
Yoshi's translator's gotten really uppity lately.
You know, I know I could help, but why would I?
Hey, that... No, that's your team, not mine.
You have something better to do?
I do, actually. - I was "pontifidrinking"...
Right now?
- You have somewhere to be? - Okay, how about you help me...
- which is a portmanteau of "pontificating"
... because last night when you knocked on my door at 3:00 in the morning high on speed begging me to be your girlfriend...
Whoa, whoa, hey.
Just because I don't want to wear a condom anymore does not make me your boyfriend.
There was an implicit agreement that you would give back
- as much as I'm giving.
- What are you talking about?
I've been going down on you so much lately
I put your pussy down as my forwarding address.
I'm not talking about giving back sexually, because that should just stay the same or increase if possible.
I'm talking about a favor.
Hey! Hey! Hey!
I'm gonna bring Jim in.
He's gonna help us figure this out.
All right, look...
We all want justice here.
Justice will be if the richest guy on the team pays a $100 fine.
[Players shouting indistinctly
"If you're looking to blame somebody"
for your injuries, perhaps you should not stand
"so close on top of the plate."
"You penis biter." Whoa! Guys.
Look, it's obvious that some kind of a bush-league kangaroo court is not gonna settle this.
So, instead we're gonna do a Major League kangaroo court.
That's actually not a bad idea.
All right. Major League kangaroo court...
So, that means evidence, witnesses, the whole shebang.
Now, Uribe's gonna be the prosecutor, all right?
I will be the defense attorney.
Now, we need a judge...
Somebody who is impartial who's not caught up in all of this baseball drama.
Yo, Drake and Taylor Swift are dating!
Albums, y'all!
What's going on?
What is this trial even about, though?
Uribe wanted Yoshi to throw a pitch and hit a batter on the other team.
Oh. Well, that's easy. Uribe's guilty.
- Mnh, no.
- No. That's a... That's a standard baseball request.
Yoshi's on trial 'cause he didn't do it.
Baseball is a up sport, and I want you to know it. Hey. Every...
Everyone.
Um, uh, Mr. Uribe, do you have any evidence you'd like to...
Oh, sí.
- Oh! - Ooh.
Oh, damn.
Okay.
Okay.
"Rawlings" is spelled out backwards inside the bruise.
Yep, that's a baseball right there.
That's horrifying. Sí. Verdad.
I call my witness... Ryan Stanton.
Mr. Stanton,
What did I tell you after ratreria's pitch hit Uribe?
You told me to tell Yoshi to hurt him...
Then some Dominican gibberish.
- But you understood what I meant.
- Yeah. You wanted payback.
Exactamente!
Payback...
So, did you give him my message?
I made sure it was told.
No more preguntas.
Yoshi... _
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All right.
Um, Mr. Stanton... so you... you didn't tell Yoshi yourself?
I told Coach Pompom to give him the word, then I watched Coach Pompom go over there and tell him.
You watched him, but did you hear what he said?
No.
Okay, so your testimony is that you don't really know anything.
I assumed...
Whoa, knowledge and assumptions, those are like Loggins and Messina.
They seem similar, but time proves one of them to be completely worthless.
Gentlemen, a moment.
Probably just a misunderstanding.
Yeah, Pompom must've called an audible and he didn't tell Yoshi to throw at anybody.
We just got to get Pompom to testify, and, boom, everybody's happy.
Yeah, the only problem is Pompom ran out of here, and I have no idea where he is.
Well, knowing Pompom, he's probably out doing something weirder than shit.
All right, I'm gonna go try to find whatever rock he crawled under.
Can you stall?
Some would argue that's what I do for a living.
You guys seen Pompom?
Anybody? Guys? Have you seen Pompom?
Julia James...
How's my favorite owner?
Uh, not great, Gary.
Not great.
Attendance was really light today, and now I see why.
Can't compete with free money.
Yeah, we're just doing a little positive P.R.
for Pennsylvania Shale.
We got to coordinate on this kind of thing, though, 'cause weekend ticket sales make my nut.
Oh, sorry about that. This one came up kind of fast, you know?
Two or three puppies were born without legs, and everybody plays the blame game.
That's really my job at Pennsylvania Shale, you know, to put out fires.
Oh, you guys gonna finally put out that fire on Euclid Avenue?
Metaphorical fires...
The literal fire on Euclid will be burning long after we've left this earth.
What the shit?
There's one of these events scheduled for every Frackers home game.
I don't have the schedule in front of me, so I'm gonna have to take your word on that.
Jesus Christ, you goddamn piece of shit!
Pennsylvania Shale's trying to ruin the season, and you're helping them!
Jules, I'm not gonna lie to you.
Hey, guess what!
You don't know who you're messing with!
I'm gonna Lucy them right in their asses!
Pompom! - Hm? Hi, Ms. James.
- We got to go. This way.
- Yeah, let's hustle, okay?
- All right. We don't want the kittens to come out of the basket.
So, why did Hitler invade Russia and voluntarily start a war on two fronts?
Well, he was still basically the same reckless man from the Beer Hall Putsch in 1923.
He let impatience overwhelm strategy.
Oh, um, anywhoodles, the point is this.
If you're gonna chew tobacco, don't let it get all over the floor.
That's what Hitler would've done. Uh, quick side bar, then I'm gonna call my final witness.
What?
What's the matter with you?
No, nothing... just Pennsylvania Shale's trying to destroy me, and also Gary's evil.
So, go ahead and gloat.
You were right about him.
Oh, no, no, now, you think I'm the kind of guy that likes to say, "I told you so,"
but that's not true.
I love to say it, and I will be doing so in the days and months ahead at random moments when you least expect it.
We got 20 minutes till the next game.
Can we wrap this up, please?
- All right, a quick question...
- Yeah.
When you and Pompom were walking back, did you talk at all about how I told you so?
And it begins.
All right, I call Pompom.
All right, Stanton has testified that he thought you told Yoshi to bean the pitcher.
But what did you actually say?
I told Yoshi to bean the pitcher. Mm.
Then, I said if he didn't, he might permanently alienate his teammates.
Now, I remember it well because there was a middle-aged woman slowly eating a corn dog in the stands behind him, and I filed the whole thing away in my spank bank.
Compelling testimony.
Look, he says that that conversation, it never happened.
Well, then, Szechuan Sam is lying.
Yoshi says that he refuses to play for any team that calls him a liar.
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- Yoshi, he quits.
- Yoshi!
Yoshi! Yoshi, we can work something out! Oh, boy.
Your best player leaving on the same day that a billion-dollar company declares war on you.
That has got to be a kick in the kitty cat.
I think the important thing here is, though, that I helped.
Why is that important?
Because I didn't have to.
I just don't get how Pompom and Yoshi can have such wildly different versions of the same exact conversation.
I mean, it was just the two of them.
Wait, the...
The three of them, because the translator had to be there, right? Oh! Oh, shit!
Wait. Did I just solve it?
I think that you did, yeah.
I knew it.
I knew I solved it. Look at me on my "Law Order:
SVU"typeshit. Just set me up, and I knocked it out like,
- "These are their stories."
- Yeah, very nice. But for the record, when I tell this story,
I'm gonna be the one that solves it.
It's just it's gonna flow better that way.
Hey, hey, cut the bull... Hey!
Cut the bullshit. Why are you trying to take away Yoshi's last chance?
I had to get him to quit.
I cannot live here.
Just 10 minutes ago, I saw a child who was so fat that he could not get up off his back.
H-He look like a-a tortoise.
Holy shit, is that kid still there?
Oh, yeah. You didn't try to help him up either, huh?
Oh, no, ugh. H-He looked very sticky.
Hai, hai.
- Among other things.
Look, I know you feel the same as I do about this town.
Every game, I listen to you get drunk to deal with the reality that you are trapped here in this place.
No, no, I just have a drinking problem, friend.
But you're not wrong.
This town is... a gaping shit hole.
So... So, why do you care what happens here?
And that was the moment that I realized that I cared.
Why did I care? Because I was finally part of a team.
I didn't mean to join it, but, you know, when you care about one person, then you start to care about who they care about, and on and on that goes until you look around one day and you realize
that there's a group of people you'd actually fight for, and that goes for everybody in this room.
We are all part of a team. Look, I live my life very selfishly.
The last teammate I had, I betrayed him.
Why? Because of ambition and my own very narrow-minded views on sex.
But with age and experience, I've come to realize, fellas, that sexuality is...
Well, it's really more of a spectrum. Yes, it is.
No, it is. Guys, one time when I was in Estonia...
No, no, no, just stay with me on this.
I was hiking through the forest, and I came upon what must've been a cruising spot for gay men.
In the center of this clearing was what could best be described as...
Well, it was a stump...
Ohh!
... worn smooth from years of casual anonymous encounters.
- That is enough of that!
- Guys... guys after guys...
All right, we are already 10 minutes late for warm ups.
Let's go! Come on now!
Yoshi, my friend, are you joining us? Ah.
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- Yeah, he's real happy to be here.
- Ah!
Look, the truth is I speak Japanese at a third-grade level, so you're gonna have
- to get somebody else to translate.
- That's okay.
I am just so glad something finally broke my way today and everything got resolved.
- All right. - No, no, no, no, Miss Jules. Mnh-mnh.
What can I do for you, my friend? I still don't have payback for the Summerville pitcher.
I actually have an idea about that.
Now, your mom didn't say it was an emergency exactly, but it did sound kind of important.
So, just go straight back there.
You'll see a phone. Straight back.
Yoshi Takatsu?
I am a big fan. Whoa!
- Charles. - Mm-hmm?
I just want to say I'm sorry if I went a little overboard on all of that gay stuff, you know?
The truth is everybody in your generation seems gay to me.
But I want you to know... Ooh! - I want you to know, Charles...
- Hm? ... that whatever you become, I think it's gonna be really special.
You know why?
'Cause you're smart - and you don't take any shit, son...
- Hey, whoa!
... and that's exactly what you need to navigate the cold chaos of this world.
Aah! Aaah!
T-Thank you.
You're killing me! Thank you!
- "Ooshi," no!
- We should...
We should... Let's... Let's...
Let's get out of here. Hurry up.
You know, this whole thing has showed me that you and I, w-we're kind of a team, too.
We're kind of like... We're kind of like boyfriend and girlfriend.
Yeah, I know, Jim.
- You do?
- Mm-hmm. How long have you known that?
Mm... when I stopped paying for your hotel room 'cause you were sleeping at my apartment every night.
So, wait. A-Are we living together?
If it offends your delicate sensibilities, you can tell yourself you're squatting.
I need a beer. - I'll grab you one.
- No, that's all right.
Goddamn, you are beautiful.
Lucy?
- I'm Xavier, with an "X". - Your life is so much fun.
- Got to live life while I can. - What does that mean?
Humankind only has eight months and 12 days left on Earth.
- You're serious.
- Yeah, the apocalypse is, um, nigh.
This is my apocalyst.
This is every last thing I want to do before things go kaput.
You in?
Previously on No Tomorrow...
How about number three, talk to Dad?
No. Okay, not ready for that one.
Yet.
Ten grand cash on delivery.
Dude, I don't have that; put my life on plastic.
Francis "Fern" Fernberger.
Cute.
I broke up with my Internet girlfriend.
May I have this dance?
That'll be $245.
Look what I found.
Oh, my God, it's hideous.
I know.
We'll take it.
Come on. Yeah.
- Ow, my arm. - Oh, okay.
She hit and a miss.
Here are your old yearbooks, and there's a couple more boxes for you in the car.
So are you guys like spring cleaning in the fall, or...?
Well, we're renting out our house
- for a few months. - Really?
Why?
Oh, we're just being proactive about finances.
Just at least until your dad's acting career takes off.
Big audition tomorrow, check it out.
From the boardroom to the bathroom,
I'm the kind of man who likes things to go smoothly.
FloMaFill.
For the man with high standards and low flow.
- It's really good. - Yeah.
Wait, where are you guys gonna live when you're renting out your house?
Oh, well, we found a nice little artist's studio near Pioneer Square.
Pioneer Square?
Near the blood bank and the adult bookstore?
It'll be an adventure.
It'll be like...
like our first New Year's together.
Remember?
How we got snowed in at your Uncle Eddie's cabin?
All we had to eat were baked beans and hot dog buns.
Wow.
That sounds...
Awful.
I mean, their new place is an eighth-floor walk-up.
It has a Murphy bed.
Oh, cool.
- Not cool. - Oh, okay. Not cool.
It's still pretty cool.
Should I just let them stay with me?
I mean, I probably should, right?
- I have "repay Mom and Dad" on my list. - _
You know, they raised me, they helped me pay for college;
I owe them something.
Whoa!
What the fig? !
What... Whoa!
What are you doing?
Well, I was burning a letter.
- Why?
- Because I have no intention of ever reading it.
It's from my father.
But... "talk to Dad" is on your list.
So is crash-land on a tropical island, and survive on nothing but guile and wit, but some things are more likely than others.
Don't destroy it; I mean, you might change your mind.
It's an unwanted intrusion.
To be honest, I don't even know how he got my P.O. box number.
Well, now you sound paranoid.
Oh, my God, that remind me, I'm late for lunch with Hank.
Well, you two have gotten tight.
Could we get a couple of coffees?
A double-double and an espresso, please?
- Yeah. - Thank you.
- Sorry.
- So, uh... how are things with Deirdre?
- Something's brewing. - Is it?
Though, technically, that brew could get us both fired.
Well, I'm sure it's nothing you can't work around.
There it is again.
Hank, have you noticed there's a black van with two guys in it over there?
- Where?
- Dude, right over...
D-don't point, don't point.
J-just-just describe the van to me.
Um, just a black van with tinted windows.
Shh!
They could be reading your lips.
Talk without moving them, talk like this.
It's, uh, it's a black van with tinted windows.
Okay, black man with scented Mentos. Got it.
There's... No.
That's not what I...
How did you get that from what I was...
That's exactly what you just said.
- You said...
- I said... there's a black van with tinted windows, and there are two guys staring at the back of your head.
What kind of plates?
There are no plates.
- No plates?
- No.
- Oh, man. They found me. - Who?
- Government goons.
- What?
They've been following my Jade Helm chat room activity.
Oh, thanks.
Thank you.
I have to go to the public restroom.
I'm gonna sneak out through the bushes.
Let me know if they tail me.
All right, yeah. Your credit card was declined.
Oh.
Uh, sorry... here.
- Uh, keep the... change.
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This is so exciting.
Yeah. It's just like old times.
Okay, yeah.
Bye. Bye, bye.
Why do you look so happy?
Because my parents are moving in with me.
Wow. That is sad on so many levels:
That it's happening, that you're excited about it.
Okay. Just the two levels.
Look, speaking of dreaded family time,
I need you to come with me to dinner tomorrow night at my mom's.
My brother's trotting out his new fiancée.
Aw!
You've never introduced me to your family before.
This is so special.
We're going to the next rung on the friendship ladder.
Okay.
Now what I need for you to do, is find a way to take all those words, and put them back in your mouth, because I find them nauseating.
Okay, that was worse.
Look, I'm not inviting you as some sort of friendship-deepening gesture.
I just need backup to get through the excruciating ritual of meeting one of Rohan's basic bitches.
The last one was a professional shopper with a Maltipoo named Chanel.
Maltipoo's are the cutest.
Like little puffy clouds with faces.
Just wanted to remind you of your 3:00 conference call, and, uh, can you sign these papers for me?
You want me to transfer you to a new desk.
I feel I've reached my maximum potential as your assistant, and I'd like to move on.
If you're planning on suing me for sexual harassment, you should know this is not my first rodeo.
You're messing with the wrong cowgirl, Hank.
- I could... - No, no, no, no.
I figured that if I was at another desk, you and I could... develop a different dynamic in our relationship.
And when would you care to commence this new chapter?
I thought... dinner tomorrow night.
I can't wait to experience our combustible chemistry outside the office.
Thanks, again for your generosity.
We promise to pitch in and not be a bother.
Yep, that's right. In fact, you know what?
I'm gonna make dinner tonight.
I hope you gals like ramen.
I got ten packets for ten bucks.
Keepin' it thrifty.
Oh, Mom, let me help.
Oh!
Oh, dang it.
Oh, no.
My aromatherapy diffuser.
Mom, that's okay.
You can get those at Chatchke Palace for, like, ten dollars.
It's not the diffusor.
It's just this whole situation.
I mean, your dad made this huge decision to quit his job, without even consulting me.
And now everything just feels so shaky.
- Have you told Dad how you feel?
- No.
I can't. His aura is burning brighter than it has in years.
It's yellow, Evie; yellow.
Wow.
But, Mom, if this is causing you stress, then...
I just need to breathe through it.
I need you to promise not to say anything to your dad.
Come on, come on, come on, come on.
Hank. Hank, I need your help.
They're not following you, they're following me.
Now, if my suspicions are correct, and the government is trying to silence me
- because my theory is right... - Yeah.
how do I avoid surveillance?
First, ditch the smartphone; flip phones only.
Put tape over the camera in your computer.
Black out your windows.
You should be writing this down.
But then burn it.
Can you just come to my house and help me?
No can do; got my own big thing to prep for.
First date with Deirdre on the books.
As someone who recently had an incredible first date with a dynamo named Francis, here's my advice.
Find out what she's into, and then also be into it.
Francis loves deep tissue massage.
I mean, she loves it. She's like, blah.
So I have been working on my thumb strength.
Whoa!
Can I just, like...
No.
I need to know what her thing is.
It's probably something freaky like... like puppetry or... or poison oak... or cling wrap.
Hmm.
M-Maybe, um, maybe her thing is-is-is the same as your thing.
She did say once
- that she likes noises. - There you go.
I just need to figure out which ones.
No, my mom is the real actor.
She keeps pretending everything's fine.
So just tell your dad what's up.
I can't. I promised I wouldn't say anything.
She doesn't want to seem unsupportive.
So she suffers in silence for months on end only to pull a carving knife on him one day at the family picnic?
I saw it in an episode of SNAPPED.
He bled out.
Yeah.
Okay. So...
Well, they definitely need to start communicating, and I feel like that's how I can repay them for everything that they've done for me.
_
Wow, that sounds so beautiful.
What did she say?
Uh, she asked how spicy you like your chole.
Oh. Regular.
I'm very happy to meet, uh, Kareema's best work friend.
Hank is an unusual name for a girl.
Oh, no.
Hank couldn't make it, so I invited Evie instead.
Well, I am so happy to be here.
I didn't even know Kareema had a brother.
We want to make him and his fiancée feel most welcome tonight.
- Ugh. - So Kareema's going to be nice.
- I'm always nice. - Hm.
Sometimes always nice.
Ah!
- Fine, never. - Hello? Hey.
- Rohan. - Mom!
Hi!
Reems!
Put me down.
Hi! I'm Evie.
I'm-I'm Kareema's
- Nice to meet you. - second best work friend.
Uh, everybody, this... is Sofia.
Hello.
- Hello. - I am so sorry we're a little late.
- Oh... - I was on the phone with my mom.
She's redoing her kitchen, and I had to talk her out of stenciling some cliché on the wall.
Fatal, right?
So fatal.
- Let me take you upstairs. - Oh, yeah.
- Yeah. - Show you your rooms. Excuse me.
Okay?
This way. Careful.
This way.
This is interesting.
I'm not very familiar with Pennsylvania Dutch cuisine.
Best hog maw in all of Seattle.
It's delightfully gamey.
Yeah.
That, uh, sound is deeply irritating.
- Sorry. - Hm.
What are you doing?
Um... just... chewing.
In my ear?
Did you know... that people who are sexually aroused by the sound of balloons popping call themselves...
"looners"?
Balloons are for children and the terminally ill.
Sure, yeah.
These are from my trip to Cameroon.
Oh, so beautiful.
I was bitten by at least 60 different types of bugs.
But it was totally worth it.
You two make a wonderful couple.
Um, I was thinking of checking out this band, Telekinesis.
I heard they're pretty badass. Maybe they could play
- at the wedding. - Yeah.
I-I love them.
I actually know the bassist's, um, boyfriend and girlfriend, if you want me to get you guys tickets...
Well, thank you.
You're so nice.
I'm really not, usually.
But I am.
Scarlet Lotus Spa?
You two need to be pampered.
You've been living in a tent.
I'm not crazy about strangers touching me, Mom.
Whereas it's the foundation of my social life.
Actually, why don't the two of you go?
It'll give you a chance to bond.
But we've already bonded. Right, Kareema?
Yeah. I mean, I already like her more than I like you,
- so... - See?
She's not that nice.
You're so funny.
You know what?
I'm not gonna run from you anymore. So you found me.
You can silence me, but you can't silence all the people I've told...
I've spread my theory far and wide.
I have absolutely no idea what you're talking about.
Yeah, well, of course you'd say that, wouldn't you?
Wait a minute.
You're not with my father somehow, are you?
We're repo agents, sent by Banston Collection Agency.
You're not an easy man to find, Mr. Holliday.
Since you use a P.O. box, we had to tail you.
And now we're gonna repossess your belongings.
Hey. Hey, you can't come in here.
- He can't come in here. - You owe us
$93,000, Mr. Holliday.
Your credit cards have been frozen.
We're taking everything.
Sofia's not the only one bitten by a bug.
Huh?
What do you mean?
Kareema... you like her.
- What are you talking about?
- You're joking around, you're genuinely interested in what she's saying.
You're glowing.
Shut up.
I can't thank you enough.
- That meal was incredible. - Oh.
My mom did most of the cooking, so...
Oh, your tag is out.
Oh, th-thanks.
Sure.
Told ya.
This is bad.
Uh, hey, you guys.
I found some spare lumber underneath the house.
Say hello to your new coffee table.
Or-or wine rack. I don't know yet.
I...
I have some D.I.Y. videos to watch.
Yep, yep, yep, yep.
And, uh... guess how much it costs?
Bupkus!
It's called boho chic.
Or... hobo chic.
I forget, but... it's gonna be chic.
How about you, Mom?
How are you feeling?
Like I need to find a new meditation space.
Do you mind if I use your bedroom, sweetheart?
Well, so you guys don't want to just, you know, chat?
Talk about how we're all doing generally?
Too busy, honey.
This is not how it was supposed to go.
You maxed out 15 credit cards and let them go to collections.
- How'd you think that would go?
- I thought I'd keep living my life exactly as I pleased for the next seven months, and then a giant flaming rock would come and kill us all, and my credit score would be the least of my concern.
Avoidance, man... it's the Xavier way.
What's that supposed to mean?
Didn't you say you haven't talked to your dad in a decade?
And this credit card thing?
Let me guess... you're not gonna tell Evie about it.
No.
But not 'cause I'm avoiding it, because I don't want her to worry.
Look, I want to be a force for good in her life.
I don't want to drag her down with my problems.
I'm gonna have to sort this out on my own.
Great. So what's your plan?
I'm gonna liquidate my remaining assets.
Hello, mate. Um, what's your return policy?
Refunds issued within 30 days of purchase with a valid receipt.
Fantastic.
That's, um...
The items must be intact.
Well, I just asked you to state your return policy, and you didn't mention anything about the intactness of the items.
It's implied.
I can give you $12 back for the retro vintage mason jar mug.
- Okay.
- It'll go back to the credit card used for the original purchase.
Well, uh... hang on.
Uh, scratch that.
I think I'll keep it, then.
Okay. Cheers, mate. Thank you.
_
Anything in there about how to extinguish a spark?
I'm trying to figure out how to help my parents communicate better.
- I'm worried about them. - Worry about me.
I can't sleep, I can't eat... except for sour cream and onion potato chips... and the blood rushes through my ears every time I think about Sofia.
You know, I think you're in love.
I can't be in love.
She's my future sister-in-law.
Well, true, that part is suboptimal, but it's exciting that you're really into someone.
- Your heart works! - Okay, I've been into plenty of people.
Sometimes two or three at a time.
Oh, I'm not talking about sex.
I know love hasn't historically been your thing, but isn't it an exciting feeling?
You know, even if you can't act on it in this particular case.
Just tell me how to get rid of these feelings, ASAP.
Hey.
Aversion therapy.
When I was 12,
I had a huge crush on Mason Deering.
But he was my best friend's boyfriend.
- Nonstarter, right?
- Mm-hmm.
No!
No.
So every time I thought of Mason,
I would make myself smell something really gross.
This brand... is really pungent.
It smells like hot dog water.
Pretty soon I started to associate Mason with things that repulse me.
As crazy as it sounds, the crush eventually faded away.
Hi. I thought you were spending the evening with your parents.
Oh, I was going to, but I needed a break.
And I figured we could just...
- curl up on your couch, and... - Uh-huh.
Wh-Where is your couch?
And... all of your furniture?
I'm trying a new, uh... minimalist thing at the moment.
You know?
Like... simpler is better.
Yeah, well, it... certainly is simple in here now.
Mm-hmm.
Yeah, I just, um... feel like I can breathe again.
Aren't you worried you'll be...
Unencumbered?
Freed from the tyranny of materialism?
I was going to say
- "bored." - Absolutely no chance of that.
Let me prove it to you.
Okay.
Um, a movie.
Uh... Okay.
You're, uh... you're in a tunnel, you're digging, you're, uh, uh...
Someone's blowing at you.
Very hot. You're flying.
You're having a fit. Um...
You're going really fast.
Boxing! Rocky!
You're speeding!
Oh, Speed!
Um, Speed 2: Cruise Control, with the guy who isn't Keanu Reeves!
- Yes!
Yes! - Oh, yes!
- My God. - You were right.
We don't need a bunch of stuff to have fun.
And call me tipsy, but I think we're getting better at charades with each glass of wine.
We're like this.
- Maybe that's what my parents need. - Charades?
- Wine. - Oh.
On a boat. Like Speed 2.
I'm gonna get them tickets for a sunset wine cruise.
That's a really good idea.
When my mom has a couple of drinks in her, she does not hold back her feelings.
- I got to get tickets. - It's the middle of the night.
- Right. Tomorrow. - Right.
- Gonna get tickets tomorrow. - Okay.
For a sunset wine cruise.
Four hours, sailing around the Sound.
You know, the beauty and romance and alcohol will open those communication channels right up.
Welcome, welcome, welcome.
Are you ready for your harbor cruise?
There must be some kind of mistake.
We actually booked tickets for the sunset wine cruise.
Oh. Yeah.
Sorry. We accidentally double-booked it.
All that's left is the pirate cruise.
What do you mateys think?
Want to walk the plank?
- Um... - Yeah?
Yeah, come on, let's go.
M'ladies.
Four more Hold Onto Your Booty rum cocktails for ya scalawags.
So, when do we set sail?
Alas, our vessel is a landlubber forevermore.
- She's not seaworthy, I'm afraid.
- So we're... staying here?
Aye. We are.
Wow.
His commitment to his character's outstanding.
So, is there anything you guys want to talk about?
Well, I'd love to talk about getting another one
- of these delicious booty-drinks. - Sure thing.
Do you mind going and getting us another round while I, uh,
- handle this?
- Yeah, sure.
Thank you.
- They're good. Mm-hmm. - Yeah, very good.
What are ya doin'?
Pillaging?
Why don't we start with a seaweed salad for the table.
And then I would love a Scurvy Sandwich.
And a... a Treasure Chest Chicken Breast for her.
Thank you.
What do you know, he's making a decision for me without asking first.
M...
- Nobody asks Gloria what Gloria wants. - M...
- They just order for Gloria.
- Evie, we might have a bit of a problem.
- No kidding.
- What if I want to order for myself, huh?
What if I don't want
Treasure Breasts Chicken...
Chest?
What if I dance on this bench, huh? !
Or walk on the plank.
- No. - What are you gonna do?
You think you're gonna decide for me whether or not I walk on the plank?
- 'Cause I'm gonna decide, for once, - Be careful.
and I'm gonna...
Gloria! Gloria!
I'm so sorry.
I thought this would be good for you guys.
Oh, sweetie.
It's not your fault that your father constantly makes unilateral decisions on behalf of both of us.
And it's also not your fault that your mother got drunk and ruined an otherwise perfectly civilized stationary pirate cruise.
Cherish these early days of your relationship, honey.
'Cause it's never quite like that again.
So, since it looks like we overbooked our treatment rooms, the couples massage room is all that's available.
- Oh... - Well, we don't mind that at all.
- Right, Kareema?
- Sure. Sure. Why not?
No reason why not.
Great. Your therapists will be in momentarily.
Smells like T-Spirit!
- I thought you were in the bathroom. - I was in the bathroom.
Then I come back to find you making duck lip at your phone.
- I wasn't making duck lip. - You were making duck lip.
- I don't even know what that is. - That was all duck lip.
And duck lip is no way to get a second date.
Well, I've already had the second date.
Oh.
And it was even better than the first.
I haven't felt this kind of a connection since...
- well, you know. - Yeah, yeah.
I really think that this could be the beginning of something... not awful.
Well, I'm happy for you, man.
I'm glad you're more optimistic than I am.
What, things didn't go so well with Deirdre?
- She didn't like any of my noises. - What?
Afterward, I did something I shouldn't have done.
I Googled her. I Googled her hard.
Okay, what'd you find?
- Want to know what I found?
- Yeah.
D.D. Montana. Her pen name.
Take My Dictation.
A self-published erotic business thriller in which Harvard MBA and former underwear model Sebastian Stone helps his tough yet sexy female boss Ariella Strong execute a hostile yet sexy takeover of a billion-dollar corporation.
"Ariella's firm, grapefruit-like bosoms quivered
"as Sebastian's thick fingers slowly unscrewed
"the white corrective fluid and began to drip it all over
- her..." Oh, wow. - Yeah.
She made, like, a dozen of them.
Now you know what her thing is.
You know what to do.
I do?
Oh, yeah.
I was thinking of doing a portrait series in a sauna.
- Oh, that's...
- When people look their most relaxed and beautiful.
Just like you are, right now.
Wouldn't the lens get all steamed up, though?
So that's probably...
I like it steamy.
- Oh.
- Don't you?
I'm actually getting a little dizzy.
I-I should get away...
I... get some air.
I mean, I really just...
- I need to tell you something. - Please don't.
- We're not in love. - I know we're not in love.
- You're marrying my brother. - No, me and Rohan.
We met in Caracas. We became good friends.
He's helping me come to this country to continue my work.
It's a green card marriage.
So you're not into my brother?
No.
I'm into you.
What's this?
A collection agency?
I didn't give my stuff away.
Some very rude men came and took it.
Your stuff got repossessed?
Yeah. I'm in debt.
Why didn't you tell me?
Because I didn't want to burden you.
You know?
You're dealing with enough.
I'm dealing with the fact that my parents don't talk to one another.
Please, let's not be like my parents.
Can we not make a thing out of this right now?
But it is a thing. It's multiple things.
You're not being up-front about your financial situation.
And you still haven't told me anything about your father.
Because these are hard things to talk about, Evie, you know?
They're... complicated and they're painful.
That's the point.
If I've learned one thing from this week with my parents, it's that there are peaks and valleys.
The one constant has to be that we're a team and that we face it all together.
Let's deal with this, okay, one piece at a time.
Okay.
Okay.
Well, um, my financial situation is pretty dire right now.
My credit's shot.
I'm probably gonna have to find a new place to live.
Wow.
That... is a valley.
Look, I'm sorry I didn't tell you, okay?
I'm just...
I didn't want the bloom to come off the rose.
Okay.
Um, look, we will figure out your financial situation.
I'm great with spreadsheets.
And in the meantime... you just helped me figure out how to actually repay my parents.
You again.
Hello.
You guys wouldn't happen to have any New Year's decorations, would you?
It's the middle of October.
Of course we do.
Great.
Aisle four.
Okay.
Shh!
They could be listening.
What are you doing?
The DornaTech merger has hit a roadblock.
I suspect corporate espionage.
Where did you hear the name "DornaTech"?
Don't worry, Ariella.
I've brought the white corrective fluid.
That was my secret creative outlet.
How did you know about that?
I found it online?
You need to go!
I'm sorry. I...
I just wanted to make you feel like how you make me feel, you know, with my ear.
I thought I could be your Sebastian Stone.
I feel like an idiot.
- Thanks, Mom. - Mm-hmm.
Nice having you home, bro.
Mom never cooks this much for me!
Uh, I can't believe you didn't tell me it was a green-card marriage.
Oh, man. Sofia was not supposed to tell you that.
We, uh, bonded at the spa.
Yeah, well, the fewer people that know, the less chance we have of getting caught.
I won't say anything, I promise.
Yeah, you better not.
If she gets deported, I'll honestly be devastated.
Wow. You're a really good friend to her.
It's not just that.
I'm in love with her.
Um... does Sofia know how you feel?
No.
When I first agreed to the marriage, we were just friends, and... then my feelings... evolved.
And it wouldn't be fair to tell her now.
She really needs that green card.
We're just gonna get married, and maybe in time, the right... the right moment will present itself.
Yeah.
I do not know what I'm doing.
I've just never felt this way before.
You know what I mean?
Yeah, yeah, yeah. Yeah, I think I do.
Yeah...
So what are we doing here?
Just go on into the living room, and you will find out, okay?
Go, go, go!
Oh.
Holy time warp.
- Wow! Look at this! - Ah!
It's just like our first New Year's together!
Baked beans and hot dog buns.
Look... we're even snowed in.
Do you remember how we got out of there?
Yeah.
I boosted you through the bathroom window.
- Yeah. - And you shoveled out the front door.
I was so tired, you had to pull me on that saucer sled, like,
- a mile and a half back to town. - Yeah, yeah.
I mean, back then, we didn't have anything, but we didn't need anything.
I miss being a team with you.
Me, too.
I'm sorry that
I didn't talk to you before quitting my job.
I don't want to stifle your dream, but I need to know that we're in this together.
We are.
We're going to say good night now.
Yeah, we, um...
We have a lot of communicating to do.
Please don't pop the air mattress.
- Can't make any promises. - Oh.
Ew.
Evie.
Thank you.
- Oh. - _
It is so lovely, watching you and your family together.
It's a rare thing.
What do you mean?
You're so close, and you take care of each other.
I wish I had that.
Well, maybe you could.
You know, it's your choice.
I'll think about it.
You're so quiet, Hank. Tell us a joke.
What did the hat say to the necktie?
Sebastian Stone.
Sebastian Stone, please report to the janitor's closet.
Where are you going?
You never finished your joke.
Oh, yeah, because I forgot the punch line, and I got to go get it from my desk, 'cause I-I have it on my desk.
I'm gonna go get it.
- We kissed. - Who kissed?
I tried to talk to my brother about it...
- You kissed your brother?
! - No. I kissed Sofia.
Who's only marrying my brother for a green card.
But before I could tell Rohan I like her, he told me he actually loves her.
Whoa.
I almost wish you had kissed your brother.
- That would have been easier to solve. - I know!
Oh! These don't work, by the way!
They get you high, but they don't... work.
This is why I don't do feelings.
Because the feeling you feel when you can't be with the one you want is worse than not feeling the feeling in the first place.
Look, I promise you will feel these feelings for someone else someday.
And it won't come with all this baggage.
But until then, maybe you should limit your time with Sofia as much as possible.
Otherwise, it'll just be torture.
Oh, you're right.
I hate that you're right, but I know you're right.
_
_
T-Jay Max, what's up? !
Oh, just killing time before date number three.
Damn!
You're on a roll!
You sound out of breath. Have you been exercising?
Yup. Lot of reps.
Oh, uh, Fern is here.
I-I...
I got to go.
Wait. Your TrueSoulMate's name is Fern?
Uh, her real name's Francis, but everyone calls her Fern.
Okay?
Later, skater.
Fernberger!
- Hey. - Hi.
So my dad got a part-time job to tide him over between auditions.
You'll never guess where.
I am Handsome Jack.
And I am Wench Wendy Greybeard.
Few men have seen her grey beard and lived to tell the tale.
Oh, my God.
I decided I'm gonna suck it up and get a job, too.
Though not that one.
That's great. What's that?
Uh, that is eighth grade science fair.
Won first place.
My dad helped me build this volcano with, um, you know, like, ammonium dichromate so it actually sparked.
He had his moments.
Sounds like it.
He also drank a fair bit and was hardly around.
And when my mom died, things got pretty dark.
I just realized if I was gonna survive,
I needed to break free of him, so...
I did.
And you haven't been in touch with him since?
No. No, I can't be.
Last time I spoke to him, sent me into a downward spiral for, like, six months.
I've only got seven months left to live.
I can't risk it.
Well, you're also risking never having closure and catharsis.
And this time, you won't spiral.
You've got me.
"Hello, son.
"I won't mince words.
"I wanted you to know I'm not the same man I used to be.
"I suspect you're not, either.
"And I have much to share with you.
"Likewise, I wonder what you might say to me,
"given the chance, and how well I might be able to hear it.
"I'd like to find out.
Until then..."
You okay?
- Yeah. - Yeah?
Yup.
Are you gonna write him back?
One step at a time.
Okay.
Yeah, it's just, um...
it's a process, you know?
I'm proud of you.
And I have a little something for you.
Just come with me.
What are these?
My dad made these for us.
Oh, my God. He shouldn't have.
It's-it's actually pretty...
- Oh! - Oh!
Do you know what?
It was still really nice of him.
I wish you could have seen your f...
I want everything.
How did that son of a bitch get the file?
I don't know.
He just gave me the copies.
Which you were going to publish.
A quarter to six!
Wake up, this ain't a vacation!
Ten minutes for showering!
Get up, people!
Get up, people! Up, I said!
- Gastón!
- Yasolórzano.
Miguel!
Céspedes, Céspedes.
Enrique!
Contreras Vidal.
Stand up.
Button up that shirt, this ain't a party.
One more infraction, and you'll spend a month in isolation.
Joaquín!
Guzmán Loera.
Silence!
Five minutes for breakfast.
One hour in the courtyard.
Eyes down.
Time to eat!
Walk.
Silence!
Four more, go.
Good night, Samuel.
Good night, professor.
Good night, Quique.
Good night, Professor Rubén.
Let's go, bitches.
A quarter to six!
Get up, this ain't a vacation!
Out of your cells!
Backs against the wall, eyes down.
Don't look!
Eyes down.
I heard you've been crying at night.
Answer me!
- No.
- No, what?
No, sir.
If I find out you're crying and the other inmates can't sleep...
I'll make you cry for a month in isolation.
- Got it?
- Yes, sir.
- Got it?
- Yes, sir.
In this prison, you can only eat... sleep... and breathe.
Got it?
Yes, sir.
- Got it?
- Yes, sir!
My daughter told me she had sent more letters.
They never gave them to me.
Sons of bitches.
Is security always this tight?
Everything is forbidden here, Chapo.
Even dying.
One line. Walk.
Empty your bag.
This stays here.
Take off your ring, earrings, and glasses.
Go on.
Next.
- Take off your clothes.
- Excuse me?
Take off your clothes, please.
I've been searched twice.
It's procedure.
If you refuse, there's the door.
Stand there, please.
You can't bring blue pens.
Excuse me?
I said you can't bring blue pens.
Miss, I've done everything you've asked.
Let me see my son.
Time's up.
It's no coincidence they're not letting you see your mom.
It's one of their games, Chapo.
They want to break you.
How are the kids, and how's Mom?
Everyone's fine. They want to know how you are.
Any news on Toño and Chío?
They're in another cell block, but that's all I know.
Did you talk to the person who promised me a bigger cage?
All I can do for you... is move you to another penitentiary.
A friendlier one.
He will keep his promise, but he says you have to wait.
How long?
Years. A few, at least.
JOURNALIST GABRIELA SAAVEDRA MURDERED IN STRANGE CIRCUMSTANCES
Were you looking for this?
On your feet.
Let's take a walk.
Move.
Give me the keys.
Let's go.
What are you looking at?
Where?
Keep driving straight.
Has anyone made a friend here?
Do you mean the guards?
Yeah.
No.
They're watched all the time.
Their schedule changes almost every single day.
What about the doctor?
The cooks?
No.
Same thing. The Lawyer changes their schedule.
Who's the Lawyer?
She's in charge of the prison.
Wait, I thought De Tavira was in charge?
He only handles the administrative stuff.
The Lawyer controls the daily stuff.
She's a criminal protected by the law.
Don't mess with her, Chapo.
All new houses have flaws.
I just need you to find one so I can focus on it.
General Blanco's body was found this morning.
He was one of the most important men in the Federal Judicial Police in our country.
It is believed to be a robbery.
The president is saddened by this tragic event and demands a thorough investigation.
General Blanco was my mentor, sir.
I'll help you find the perpetrators, no matter what.
Thank you, Conrado. Let's keep his family informed.
Of course.
A BRIEF AND MODERN HISTORY OF MEXICO
Hey.
What did you do to end up here?
I didn't do anything.
I'm innocent.
Me, too.
Ask my lawyer if you don't believe me.
And you, Professor?
What did you do?
We blocked a road with my comrades.
We were protesting.
That's it?
The government considers it a federal crime.
They treat us worse than they treat you drug lords.
How long have you been here?
You really don't want to know, Chapo.
Any news?
The new house has got a fat cat.
Do you know him?
The fattest cat?
Yeah.
His kitten's been sick for some time.
They don't have money to take her to the vet.
I can pay for your girl's treatment.
No dinner for Guzmán.
I need sleeping pills.
The doctor used to give us those.
But the Lawyer banned them.
We feel you, Chapo.
We can't sleep either.
But you're new here, Chapo.
With the punch you took, you should ask see the doc.
Maybe he'll give you something.
If they catch you, they'll fuck you up.
Silence!
Good night, Samuel.
Good night, Professor.
Good night, Quique.
Good night, Professor Rubén.
Good night, Chapo.
Good night, Professor.
Out!
Out of your cells!
Get him out.
What is it?
What is it?
Come on.
What is it?
You can't have pills without the doctor's authorization.
Who gave them to you?
Who gave them to you?
You're going to the padded room.
No, please, no!
Please... beat me!
Take my food!
But, please, don't send me there, I'm begging you, please...
I'm begging you, please!
Please, I'm begging you!
Don't do this!
Don't send me there!
Please, don't!
No!
No!
Not that place!
No, no, no!
Samuel.
What's the padded room?
You sent him there.
Son of a bitch!
Watch your mouth, asshole.
Rubén was brave enough to be quiet.
Don't you be the one who snitches.
They'll hear us.
Quique here is scared out of his fucking mind.
What's the padded room, Quique?
The worst punishment, Chapo.
It's the end of the world.
- Lunch time.
- I'm not eating.
Lunch time.
I'm staying here.
Walk!
Get them out.
What's going on?
What's going on?
The Lawyer would like to remind you you have to follow the rules here.
Not eating breaks the rules.
Quique.
Have you ever been where Rubén is?
Just a couple of days.
And I don't ever wanna go back.
If the rooms weren't padded, one would hurt themselves out of desperation.
My daughter got worse.
Mom.
My boy.
Darling...
I'm sitting there.
I've been praying for you every day.
Look at you.
Don't worry, mom.
I'm tough as nails.
Chapo says you owe him.
Good night, Samuel.
Good night, Chapo.
Good night, Quique.
Good night, Chapo.
How long until Rubén is back?
A couple of nights, and the punishment will be over.
Breakfast!
Rubén.
Professor.
Rubén.
Professor.
Professor.
You're loyal.
I owe you.
Rubén.
Professor.
What are you doing?
- Professor.
- What are you doing?
- He's hanging himself!
- He's hanging himself!
Let me die. Let me die.
Put him back in his cell.
Watch him 24/7. I don't want him doing something stupid.
Let me die...
Please...
Take him to the doctor.
Help him like I helped your daughter, asshole!
Open up.
You're such a tough guy...
Take him to isolation.
Subtitle translation by María Pía Rebussone
Wake up!
This is no place to sleep.
Step back, you reek.
If you want me to read you the letter, step back.
It's from your old lady.
She says she really loves you.
But she has needs, and the wait is long.
So she's already fucking some other asshole.
That's life, Chapo.
♪ I'll be back someday ♪
♪ To unleash my return ♪
Let me go!
Where are you taking me?
Wait!
I'm the Deputy Director of this prison.
You've spent a month in the padded cell because I gave the order.
I'll decide whether you stay in there or not.
Let me ask you just one question.
Do you promise to live a different life?
Do you agree that so much luxury, money, and power was a mistake?
You can look me in the eyes to answer me.
Yes, Deputy Director.
I promise I've changed.
Take him back, one more month.
Wait, Ma'am!
I'll take revenge!
Be harsher with your discipline.
Make it clear to him that he's in Almoloya.
No, no!
No!
No, no, no!
No!
Turn it off!
Turn it off!
I have a stomachache.
I have a stomachache!
I have a stomachache.
I have a stomach ache!
Hey...
Deputy Director.
El Chapo has not been eating for several days and he says he has a stomachache.
Take that off and tak a shower.
I left you a clean uniform.
Lay down on your back.
If you tell them it's serious, I'll pay you a shitload of money.
- I can pay you a lot.
- How much?
You set the price.
You just have to convince them to take me back to my cell.
The pain will go away if you eat.
Do me the favor, doc.
All right.
No!
A message from the Deputy Director.
For trying to bribe the doctor, you've just won yourself two more months in here, asshole.
No, please, no!
No!
I'll do whatever you want!
Take me out of here!
Deputy Director, I swear I've changed!
Deputy Director!
Deputy Director!
I swear I won't live like I used to.
Deputy Director!
Keep pressuring Mr. Guzmán.
I want to know everything he says or does.
Understood.
Give me what's in your pockets.
I don't have anything.
No.
It's just a thread.
Do you think you are the first one to try this?
You're counting the days to see when you're out, right?
You just have to ask me.
Chapo... you'll never leave this place, son of a bitch.
Deputy Director, Joaquín Guzmán has once again attacked the authorities of this prison.
Very good, Chapo. Take good care of your plants.
Mr. Pedro will need more opium gum.
Of course.
I think these will do for two more harvests.
Thank you.
You're better at this than your dad.
Mom.
I'll get the same or more with the other two harvests.
Great, my son.
Go hide it.
What's up?
What?
You thought I wouldn't find out about the money from the harvest?
I earned it. It's mine, not yours.
Who taught you how to farm it, you ungrateful punk!
Joaquín.
Joaquín.
Son, go and get your father.
Come on.
Bye.
TAURO HARDWARE STORE
Hey! Get away from the car.
This car needs to be properly cleaned and waxed.
I can do it.
How much?
You can name the price.
I can even clean the interior.
There's some buckets and water there.
Come on!
Okay.
Son of a bitch!
Come on, Pancho!
Get in!
Get out, son of a bitch!
Get out of the car!
Get out!
Come on! Pancho, get in the car!
Come on, punk!
Did you want to steal my car, fucking punk?
No, sir.
I only wanted to go for a ride and see how it felt to drive such a car.
I wouldn't steal from you, Mr. Pedro.
I want to have that same car.
That's why I want to work for you.
You go for a ride in my car, and now you're asking for work?
Yes.
What's your name?
Joaquín Guzmán.
But everybody calls me El Chapo.
You're the one who is taking good care of the poppy field?
- That's right.
- Then you're already working for me.
No, Don Pedro,
I can do much more than just taking care of the fields.
I want to do more.
If you want to join me, you've got to earn it.
Tell me what to do.
What do I have to do to earn myself a place?
There's someone who is stealing money from me.
I can't stand those things.
I want you to kill him.
I bet he won't do it.
I bet he will.
Have you used one before?
You're going to lose the bet, buddy.
Get out.
Damn!
Chapo, what's up?
What are you doing?
Damn it!
You did better than I thought.
You killed him!
Come here.
Boss.
Welcome to my organization.
Tomorrow we'll go to Culiacán.
- You're coming with me.
- Thank you, Don Pedro.
Now go and have some fun.
Enjoy the party.
Hold this.
Take this.
The guys at the back, the ones all dressed up, are the DEA guys.
The guys standing over there are the politicians.
Be careful with them.
They're the real assholes.
Those guys are the military men.
They take care of the fields and watch our backs.
No crooked games with them.
- Your package, boss.
- Let me see.
That's it!
Look!
Fresh from the ocean, just as we like it!
For all of you to eat!
Long live Don Pedro!
Yeah!
More tequila.
- Hurray!
- Hurray!
♪ I know that I'm out ♪
♪ But the day I die ♪
♪ I know you'll be crying ♪
♪ Crying and crying ♪
♪ Crying and crying ♪
♪ You'll say you never loved me ♪
♪ But you're going to be really sad ♪
♪ And sad you're going to stay ♪
♪ With or without money ♪
♪ I always do what I want ♪
♪ And what I say goes ♪
♪ I have no throne or queen ♪
♪ Nobody understands me ♪
♪ But I still remain the king ♪
Long live Mexico, assholes!
Long live Mexico!
When you have money... you have power.
When you have power... everybody wants to be with you.
Your mom says you're going to work for Pedro Avilés in Culiacán.
Don't pack, you're not going anywhere.
Go!
Leave!
You're just going to be one more servant to a drug lord.
Just a fucking servant.
I'm going to have more power than anybody else.
I'm going to become the most powerful drug lord.
Did you get that?
I can swear on that!
Four months locked up.
Surely that was enough.
You've behaved.
Do you promise to live a different life?
Do you agree that so much luxury, money, and power was a mistake?
Yes.
Take him to his cell.
Chapo.
Chapo.
We thought you were dead.
5:45!
Wake up!
You're not on vacation!
Rubén was never himself again.
They took him to a special area.
Chapo.
What'd they do to you?
They keep you all these months in isolation?
Silence!
Enrique.
Contreras Vidal.
Joaquín.
Guzmán Loera.
Permission to speak, sir.
Speak.
Sir.
Is it true that there is community work in the prison?
I'd like to work. Anything is fine.
I tell the Deputy Director who deserves to work and who doesn't.
Believe it or not, it's like a prize.
Yes, sir.
Adrián.
Velázquez Saavedra.
Where should I put the bags?
Container in the backyard.
Joaquín.
I came every two weeks.
They didn't let me see you.
I filed defense statements, but it was useless.
Don't worry. I'm fine now.
Better than before.
- Hello.
- Buddy.
What's up, buddy?
How are they treating you?
Do you remember the party we had for Mr. Palomino?
Yes, of course I remember.
Could you please organize a similar party?
This time is for Lora's wife.
She's a nice girl and she's been helping him out a lot.
Please, help me with that.
That's him.
I won't hurt you, buddy.
On the contrary...
I'll reward you if you do as I say.
I'm going to escape.
Joaquín, unless they transfer you to another prison... escaping is impossible.
I'm going to escape using the trucks that enter though the back gate.
We need a false floor in the truck.
And we need to bribe the driver, the loaders, and the guards.
Ask Ismael for the money.
Joaquín, this is crazy.
I don't care how long it takes me, I'm going to be free again.
C5, keep I3 in red.
Message received.
Are you going to open the door?
Bring him.
I'm going to escape using the trucks that enter though the back gate.
We need a false floor in the truck.
And we need to bribe the driver, the loaders, and the guards.
Ask Ismael for the money.
You're very naive if you think I trust people.
Everything is being monitored, Mr. Guzmán.
That's why nobody can escape from Almoloya.
Take him back to isolation.
No!
♪ You may say you never loved me ♪
♪ But you're going to be really sad ♪
♪ And sad you're going to stay ♪
♪ With or without money ♪
♪ I always do what I want ♪
♪ And what I say goes ♪
♪ I have no throne or queen ♪
♪ Nobody understands me ♪
♪ But I still remain the king ♪
With or without money ♪
♪ I always do what I want ♪
♪ And what I say goes ♪
♪ I have no throne or queen ♪
♪ Nobody understands me ♪
♪ But I still remain the king ♪
Scott, hurry!
The entire fortress is about to explode, we need to clear the area!
For God's sake, who is this man?
How could he have possibly brought this on us?
How could this happen?
Not a single reply in more than one hour...
Where are the others?
I believe them dead, my son.
They must have still been inside when that man...
Come!
Scott!
Tie the strap around your leg...
I'm getting you out of here...
I'm getting you out...
DAD!
Dad...
Dad...
Dad...
That's war.
That's war.
Nooo!
Wolf 004, escort. We return to base, from now you're alone.
Roger that, Wolf 004. Setting course to Daskasan.
Last week, Kepler's Inc. Defense Facility in Birmingham fell victim to yet another terrorist attack, perpetrated by the infamous cell known as "Philanthropy".
We have just entered the Nagorno region.
165 kilometers of air corridor before pullout.
Thank you guys. Keep us posted through the intercom.
Oh, it's almost time for our TV message...
What message?
Otacon's idea. It should be broadcasted... now!
Today, the terrorist group delivered the following message.
We live in an age in which the world has endured the threat of annihilation at the hands of nuclear weapons.
Governments relied on the theory of mutually assured destruction to deter an all-out nuclear war, but this strategy will inevitably fail.
Under no circumstances will we ever stand by while a nation builds Metal Gears or similar weapons.
We shall fight them always, until our annihilation, or theirs.
What we achieved in England turned out to be a critical blow.
According to our informants, all the major defence companies have ceased their activities and the scandal caused by the information we've made public has pushed several Governments to start over and redirect their ambitions.
As a matter of fact, up until about a month ago I though that we were through.
But one last... big problem has emerged.
And it is the very reason why we had to meet in such a hurry at that Russian airport.
We're about to launch you into the Daskasan region, between the borders of Armenia and Azerbaijan.
Your mission is to find and secure Senator Abraham Bishop,
In case you're wondering, the answer is yes, he is my father.
I believe I might have told you about his role in my "decision" to enter politics.
I'll find him, be sure of that!
Make no mistake, Snake. I feel nothing for my father.
There is nothing personal in this objective I'm assigning to you.
Nothing inside of me, with the exception of my DNA, still links me to that person.
Uhm... this sounds familiar.
Abraham Bishop is the only politician to have a strong relationship with the rest of '.
He's been here in Azerbaijan for many years now, but his role here is still unclear.
The most popular theory sees him as an advanced contact in the smuggling of war materials to America-friendly countries, like Georgia.
He must be brought back to the States to stand trial for the bribes he took, a charge Philanthropy is now capable of proving.
Once he's nailed, the only company left on Earth producing Metal Gears will have no one to hide behind.
It doesn't sound so dangerous.
It shouldn't sound so easy either.
The Daskasan region has been through some strange phenomena as of late.
Just what kind of phenomena?
The entire zone located between the borders of Armenia and Azerbaijan has always been hot.
Take the Karabakh zone in the South. It's been at the centre of a ten-year conflict.
But really strange things started to happen just this August.
The inhabitants of the region, who previously hid in their houses in fear of the guerrillas, all turned to the streets in a surge of joy.
Strange news spread through the population rapidly.
Celebration fires were lit just paces away from the corpses of those who were massacred only a few days before.
The combatants of the two opposite factions ceased all hostilities instantly, and went on to build a formidable defensive perimeter in a perfect circle of 30 kilometers around the plateau located right in the middle of Daskasan.
The Washington Post named them "The Overnight Nation".
After a few days of apparent calm, "in the name of Jubal", these people pushed on.
What's that typhoon in the middle of the map?
You'll... see soon enough.
70 kilometers of air corridor. Daskasan is within sight!
What the hell...
That is... quite an unprecedented atmospheric event, as well as being the reason behind the reconnaissance satellites becoming completely useless.
We've had no data, news or images from the operation area for more than two weeks now.
Due to this, we'll have to drop you quite far from the mission area.
This is to be an absolutely secret infiltration mission.
Weapons and equipment OSP. No backup. I know the routine well.
Only not this time.
You'll be armed: this is a regular war zone.
Leaving traces behind will not raise an issue.
And Snake, this time you'll not be alone.
What?
You'll be establishing contact on the ground with two new members of Philanthropy.
The first is Pierre Leclerc, sniper, former member of the Foreign Legion, mercenary at present.
Uhm... not bad for moving through open areas. Who's the second?
Corporal Elizabeth Laeken, former Delta.
Another mercenary?
No. She's been de-listed due to disciplinary reasons.
You have all their folders in your backpack; there, you'll find all the details you need.
40 kilometers of air corridor. Time to go.
All right Snake. It's time.
This mission will last longer than any other you've faced so far.
You'll have to expect almost ten days of extreme conditions, against forces we can't predict.
If you succeed, Philanthropy will cease to exist.
We will have won our battle, and those dreadful weapons will only be a thing of the past.
You've been fighting for this all your life, Snake.
This time, you can finally put an end to it.
I know.
Snake, have you found Leclerc?
I'm looking for him. I'll keep you updated.
Roger that.
Private...
Wait, wait, wait...
What the...
Saved!
Pierre Leclerc at your service, Sir.
Yes, Snake?
Who-is-this-jackass?
Any problem?
No, really. I found him playing with a... a sort of a...
THING!
Thing?
One of those game machines!
Snake, do not worry. He IS one of the best snipers on the market.
He comes from a family of great tradition.
You may have heard of the legendary Leclerc, hero of World War II.
Pierre here is his nephew!
I'm not dragging this nutcase along!
Snake, there are no alternatives. You need Pierre.
Got a feeling I'll be missing my solo missions...
Where to, Big Chief?
Laeken should be here any minute now. I need you to find the guide that will lead us to Imeret.
Name?
Vitalij.
Characteristic traits?
Nasty, filthy, hairy. A local.
Well, look what we have here. Are you a racist or am I just turning your off?
Just relax, Big Chief!
Let's say I want to keep our conversation on a "hierarchical" level a little longer.
Now move your ass and find him. He's the only one here with a Russian name, or so they say.
You shouldn't have any problem.
You want the lady just for yourself, don't you?
What the hell has got into your head?
Nothing! I just thought this wasn't a good way to start a relationship.
You know, all that "you look for the nasty, filthy, and hairy dude. Leave the rest to me" attitude.
Later, Big Chief!
I'm gonna KILL him.
Bye, sister.
And say "Hi" to your next commander!
Elizabeth Laeken?
What was that stone for?
For reasons...
I hope you'll never discover.
Want to explain?
'course you don't...
Where did you find him?
I'd say right under our noses.
Remember that stall to the right of the house where we first met?
Well, that's where he was, staring at the wall.
Staring at the wall?
Yes. You've really got yourself a sensational team here, Big Chief.
Thank God for me!
She knows her stuff.
Who is she?
You haven't briefed me yet.
You're asking yourself whether I can be trusted or not, aren't you?
Well, Big Chief, you have read my profile...
Sure. And it doesn't match with what's in front of me.
Like it or not, we're going to be stuck here for ten days.
I can stand my ground.
Her name is Elizabeth, but they call her "Disgrace". I've read her profile too.
"Disgrace", uhm?
What has she done?
101st Airborne, Ranger course, six years in the Delta.
Four missions abroad.
Goddammit.
I doubt she's been through any deep infiltration mission like this one.
She's stealth, not a pathfinder.
Anyway, she knows how to handle herself in a fight.
Although that wasn't always enough, it would seem...
Meaning what?
All of her commanding officers have bitten the bullet.
Fatal accidents, drowning, friendly fire...
The list is shocking.
Nine Officers.
She's been on leave for some years, but as a civilian she lived the life of a recluse.
No friends. And with that stain over her head, not a hint of a job, either.
I don't believe this sort of shit. But I do know you Americans tend to fall for easy explanations...
I won't let all of this become a burden for her. But she has to keep up.
According to the report, in her last missions she consciously risked her own life without just cause.
She was awarded the Silver Star, but her superiors wanted to get rid of the problem.
And here she is.
I don't need any erratic behaviour from her.
I'm sorry about her situation, but I've got reasons for completing this mission.
If I see her doing anything that might put us at risk, I'll bury her with my own hands.
Now go and get some rest, hero. We wake at 6. We make for Daskasan.
I read your profile.
I don't care about what happened. How you fight, that's what my opinion of you will be based on.
Try to keep this in mind, and stop acting as if you were on death row.
Being my commanding officer makes you feel uneasy, doesn't it?
I'll feel uneasy once you get killed for nothing, or when you act out of despair.
I don't know why you accepted this mission, but I guarantee you...
Nobody will come out of this a hero.
There are no medals for the war we are fighting, nor epitaphs. Only victims.
The objective is more important than any of us involved in it.
Your commanding officers might be dead, Elizabeth, but you have always accomplished your missions.
If that's the outcome this time around, I'll be happy just the same.
Ok, we make camp.
I'm gonna put up some sensors. With those, we'll know if anything tries to get near.
How many died?
A million, maybe more.
It has been one hundred years since now.
A story told by the elders, while the younger generation never seems to have time to learn.
What about the present Government?
You're a democracy.
Democracy is of no use when people are not kept informed.
We have fought for so many years against Azerbaijan in the name of the Karabakh region.
Since then, two other Governments have alternatively risen to power, but none of us really know where they want to go, or what is they do for our country.
And this new war, once again...
They're keeping something from us.
I don't believe Armenia will ever be the country we dream of so much.
The Karabakh region is full of oil...
Yes, that I know.
But Karabakh is far from here, down South.
Daskasan...
Daskasan doesn't count for anything.
I don't understand...
Why do you keep saying you're afraid not to find anyone in Imeret?
It is not just war.
Something different is happening here, something on the mouth of many.
That is?
The fiend of Kalcabar.
To think I'd have laughed at myself before.
I am not superstitious.
I don't believe in anything my eyes can't see.
But my family is over there, my home...
And the stories I've heard...
Entire villages found empty at dawn, and then...
The people are found dead in the forest.
I still choose not to believe, but I can't think of nothing else.
We are in God's hands now...
"If God made the world, I would not want to be that God for the misery of the world would tear my heart to shreds."
Damn, you ARE cool, aren't you?
Seriously. With your dark attitude, the wild beard, the bandana...
You'd make a good videogame character.
No shit man!
A Nintendo platformer, I'd say!
Nah, forget it.
It's just a joke, you wouldn't get it.
You're so OLD, man!
Can't say I'm surprised she's already fallen for you...
She's some woman, isn't she?
And... have you seen her ASS?
This is not the place and DEFINITELY not the time...
We are professionals here! She and I are, at least...
Word of advice, Big Chief... live!
What do you think?
About what?
The boy. You don't dig him, do you?
He's unreliable.
He's one of the best, in his field...
He has no discipline.
You still have to see him in action.
He doesn't take anything seriously!
True... While WE can't take anything with a smile...
I envy him. He still has to grow up.
On the battlefield, either you grow up soon or you don't grow up at all!
We are professionals, the two of us.
Yeah, that we are...
Contact!
Covering 2-7-0.
Sensor's 100 meters away, we've only got a few seconds. Hurry!
How long did the sensor flash for?
About 3 seconds.
It covers a 50 meter sector. It couldn't have been that fast.
An animal?
The sensor is calibrated on human-like thermic masses.
It must have slowed down!
At that speed it would have reached us by now.
Quiet!
What the...
Don't make any noise. Don't move, for any reason.
We'll wait 'till dawn, then we'll leave.
On your feet, you've slept enough.
Don't tell him anything. Prepare the boats, we're leaving.
Snake, everything OK?
Why did you switch your CODEC off last night?
Had a feeling it wasn't a good idea to keep it on. You saw it too, didn't you?
If you're talking about that... thing: yes, we received your thermal scans.
What happened after that?
It left. I have no idea what it was.
Something strange is happening out there...
Agreed. Let's hope your father will be able to shed some light on it.
Here we are. Imeret is just beyond that hill.
You never mentioned a radio tower!
We'll pull up here.
Let's check it out.
My home...
My family...
What's all this about?
Looks like the Senator isn't living in a village of peaceful shepherds, after all.
I was foolish to believe that was even possible.
OK. How do we proceed?
Getting in shouldn't be too hard, but we need to know whether or not the Senator is alive.
This place has seen violent conflict. He could be dead, maybe he dropped his transmitter...
Bishop, what do you think about this?
The bug planted on his transmitter is still responding.
There's a chance he might be hiding in the big structure at the centre of that complex.
By the way, do you have any lead about what this place is?
Your guess is good as mine...
GET DOWN!
Why did he just...
I don't know.
Sniper must be in the main building. There are probably more nearby.
The spotter is changing observation zone. They must think he was alone.
I can see another two soldiers on the lower levels.
There's gotta be more...
And I was just starting to think we'd be able to take the Senator without a fight...
Any idea who they are?
ArmsTech's private army, most likely.
They must be waiting for someone to come and pick them up along with the Senator.
Listen up: according to Bishop, the Senator's transmitter signal is coming from the complex, probably the main tower.
The only way to get there undetected is by going through the railway viaduct.
That will lead us towards the mountains. I need you to provide me with enemy intel.
Once I've found him, be ready to give me and the Senator some cover fire.
Understand?
Not quite.
What is it?
Look, Big Chief, if I were you I would start asking myself some questions:
Vitalij said he had been here a month ago. How could anyone have built that monstrosity in less than a month?
Seven days...
Vitalij was here less than seven days ago.
What?
Why would he lie to us?
No idea. If he was mentally unstable, he certainly didn't show any sign of it before...
Look. None of us know what's going on, but now is not the time to figure it out.
Our main objective is in there. We get the Senator out, then we'll have time to go over the situation.
Who knows, maybe he'll have the answers we're looking for.
We might have been lured here on purpose!
By someone who just took a bullet in the forehead?
I've had enough of your analysis.
We don't have time right now to listen to your theories, so keep them to yourself. That's an order.
Snake! Do you copy?
What?
We've got armed men approaching the complex.
How many?
I can see at least twenty, but if they're coming from other directions, there could be hundreds of them.
JUBAL!
JUBAL!
Snake, there's nothing we can do to help you from here.
Damn...
Try to reach the railway! We'll meet up there.
Oh my God...
What?
Snake, behind you!
Harrison, I've spotted a Metal Gear!
What?
It looked like a tactical unmanned model.
But it was... kinda ridden by a weird guy, some FOXHOUND-like freak.
I didn't have time to take pictures though, and I can't tell you much else at the moment.
Anyway, looks like ArmsTech is much stronger than we thought.
Snake, find my father as soon as possible! We need him to tell us what's going on!
Right. I'm going in.
Elizabeth?
Pierre?
Anyone!
Just like Vitalij said it would be. A war so long no one actually remembers how it started.
This is not just another border skirmish. We're not equipped for a situation like this.
The North side of the complex is quieter.
If we still want to get in, I'd say that's our only hope.
More are coming. It's now or never.
Let's go.
OK, what's your favourite strategy for infiltrating... "giant enemy towers"?
Like in the movies...
SEWAGE SYSTEM
Ok, security will be tighter from now on.
We go stealth.
Control, this is Moebius Three. They're flanking us, we can't hold our position much longer!
Abel, this is Control. Be ready to extract the Senator at any time.
Roger Control, heading for the Senator's room.
That's our man. Come on.
Time to move the old man.
Not again...
Man, we should just leave this fucking place.
Who cares about him?
We do!
Looks like the entire world's dying to protect you, Senator.
Who the hell are you?
It doesn't matter. Take what you need and follow me, I'm getting you out of here.
And where would you be taking me, precisely?
To a safe place, so you can tell us what the hell is going on in this God forsaken region.
Who sent you?
You don't look like a Government agent.
I wouldn't have expected anyone else to get involved in this.
Second wave of attack, coming from the eastern sector!
Fall back to the tower! Fall back to the tower!
We're gonna to get trapped inside!
Damn!
Senator, we don't have much time. The only way we're going to survive is by getting out of here, now!
Alright.
Drop it!
Go, go, go!
Here they are!
Tom!
What are you looking at?
Let's go!
Bring him out!
Wait for my signal.
Wait! This is suicide!
Better to die sooner than later, Senator...
For die we must.
Come on!
Stay close to me.
There's a breach in the outer wall.
It's our only chance.
Cover me.
Go!
Snake! Come on!
Wait here.
Come on!
RUN!
Senator, what was that complex?
Who were those people?
What the hell is going on here?
The complex is owned by ArmsTech Inc. along with everything in this region.
What's ArmsTech doing here?
Daskasan has been the neural centre of ArmsTech's activities for years now.
The Azeri Government is paid handsomely to turn a blind eye to all activities.
This is a deserted region, perfect for testing new weapons.
Like a Metal Gear?
How many others are there?
Where are they being assembled?
You'll find the answers you're looking for there, in Eldridge.
Eldridge?
Yes. That's where my work was taking place. That's were my life took an unexpected turn.
Follow me. There's something I'd like you to see.
This mission just got a hell of a lot more complicated, Big Chief!
Yeah.
The blitzkrieg by this "Overnight Nation" must have something to do with Eldridge.
There's more to these events than just Metal Gears.
Whatever's going on we'll find our answers under those dark clouds.
Wow, look at those fire works over there!
Scott, hurry! The entire fortress is about to explode, we have to... uhm... ehm... take my socks!
For God's sake who is this man?
I dunno who he is.
Check and see if he as a wallet on him...
Oh no that's just his throat.
Been a right while then, what...
We just ...
What was that?
Oh nothing.
Come on!
That's porn.
You couldn't have just thrown it to me?
God it's right in the face...
It fricken stings!
That's poooorn...
Ok, let's check this out...
Wait... this is a guy and a guy...
NOOOOO!
Hey Gary! What's this button do over here?
Don't press it... don't press it!
OH MY GOOOOOOD!
Oh, crap!
And tonight at 10, we'll show you just how cream can...
Acchhk...
Sorry, got a bug in my mouth.
And we'll be continuing on to our news coverage.
Hey Mom, quick question, my edible underwear, where...
Ah, nevermind, I think I found it. Mmm, strawberry, so good.
Just what kind of phenomena?
Ducks signed non-aggression pacts with China.
Plaid became the new fashion.
Snakes organized their own Union in protest of Snake Eater.
And butter was elected to the highest possible office available.
In other words, this shit is fucked up.
Yo, let's get this motherfucking Snake off of this motherfucking plane!
Da fuuuuck.
That is... Quite...
An...
Unprecedented atmospheric event.
As well as being the reason...
OK, fuck this.
There's a typhoon, it's messing shit up, you can't do shit, so... shut up.
And Snake...
You're really pretty cute!
What are you saying! ?
No, she's been delisted due to disciplinary reasons...
*Gasps* Sorry, I forgot my asthma inhaler.
Ok guys, you've been talking long enough...
Get the fuck out!
You've been wanting a movie all your life Snake.
This time... You can finally have one.
Fuck yeah!
AWWGHHH MY EYES!
Won't you let me stand on your head? !
Let's roooooock!
Wanna get laid?
Uhm...
It's hooker time.
Row row row your boat, gently down the stream...
Come on Pierre!
Merrily, merrily, merrily, merrily, life is but a dream...
Elizabeth!
Row row row your boat, gently down the stream...
Come on!
Merrily, merrily, merrily, merrily, life is but a dream.
Come on, Lizzy, come on!
We are in God's hands now.
Did you know that a pig's orgasm can last for over 30 minutes?
That's 30 whole minutes!
How could you do anything else all day?
No wonder they sleep so much.
Word of advice big chief...
Live!
Oh my God hottness, I wanna bang you!
Ok, how do we proceed?
Mm?
Oh sorry I was distracted.
There's a girl with huge... objectives in the lower hand window.
To the mall!
THE MAAAAALL!
YEAHHHHH GET OVER 25% OFF!
Hello?
Yes?
I'm happy with my life insurance!
Snake, could you explain one thing to me?
Yeah?
Why are we standing in front of a window during wartime like this?
Uhm...
Not sure.
Giggidy!
*gasp* Oh my God guys, check it out, it's Santa Claus!
Are you Solid Snake?
You're on my naughty list this year.
You killed 17 people just last month. You're getting a lump of coal.
Don't worry Senator, I have super powers.
For I am... the Flash!
BROADSWOOOOORD!
Garugamesh!
Hey Big Chief, don't you think this is ending a lot like the Two Towers?
Naaaaaah!
Don't worry, Pierre.
It's not like they're gonna end on an upward panning shot...
Against ethereal music.
Ok, bye!
Previously on "The Blacklist"...
- You want to call your daddy?
- Yeah, I want to tell him I'm okay.
Okay.
Lizzy...
Be careful of your husband.
I can only lead you to the truth.
I can't make you believe it.
She's calling herself Jolene Parker.
Elizabeth Keen is not your wife, she's your target.
You have been threatening to tell me the truth about my husband since the day we met, and I'm ready to listen.
Right now, the only thing that matters is the immediate threat...
Your husband...
Finding out who he is and who he works for.
The rest will come.
I promise you.
-
Asset on board. En route.
12 cc epinephrine.
Clear.
- 45 seconds.
-
-
We need more adrenaline.
Cover her mouth.
It's okay. It's okay. It's okay.
Shh!
It's okay. You're okay. You're okay.
Rest. You'll be in America by morning.
We're taking you to Washington, D.C.
Do you know where the prisoner was transported to?
Uh, Washington. Okay.
Yes, we'll take care of it.
Very good.
-
Washington?
Since when did Jolene Parker's case go from missing person to murder investigation?
- And have you seen my keys?
- It's crazy, right?
Yeah, what, uh...
What happened?
The police say they have a person of interest.
Really?
Who is it?
What do they...
What do they know?
They're not sure.
Isn't it possible that she just left town like she said?
Moved to Dayton?
They found blood...
Matches hers.
You see this stuff every day...
You know, people getting hurt and killed... and...
It freaks me out.
Just the thought of that happening to you, you know...
Just promise me you're as careful as you can be when you're at work.
- The desk.
- Hmm?
By the computer...
That's where I saw your keys.
Oh. I'm gonna be so late.
I'm gonna give myself a tardy slip.
Found 'em!
They were under the newspaper.
What would I do without you?
I got to run.
Uh, tonight for dinner, let's check out that new thai place.
He knows something's off.
What makes you say that?
I can feel it. I know him.
Tom is on his heels. He's behaving erratically.
He killed Jolene Parker.
Yes.
You knew?
Why didn't you tell me?
I felt if I told you it would inform your behavior with him.
I found her body, called the police, and reported a missing person.
I was confident, in the course of their investigation, they would reach out to you and Tom, and they did.
Jolene Parker undoubtedly worked for the same organization as Tom...
In what capacity, I have no idea.
If they worked together, why would he murder her?
Perhaps he was ordered to.
Or perhaps he's just...
Out of control, irrational...
Paranoid and reactionary.
He's scrambling for a foothold, and therein lies our opportunity to wait and to watch.
But Tom is not the reason I'm here.
I'm afraid there's something quite timely afoot.
The Pavlovich brothers are back in town.
You're talking about the team from the bridge that grabbed the general's daughter.
They're an extraction team...
Cut their teeth on Milosevic's protective detail during the ethnic cleansing of the Yugoslav wars.
We lost six of our men that day.
To the best of our knowledge, the Pavlovich brothers have no political agenda.
They specialize in snatch-and-grabs ranging from kidnap and ransom to extracting political dissidents.
Reddington says he has a contact.
A money launderer sourced by the brothers claims they're coming after a Chinese scientist named Xiaoping Li.
- What do we know about her?
- 18 hours ago, the agency sent an undercover team to extract her from a clandestine labor camp in the Yunnan province.
- Break her out?
Why? - She's an immunologist...
Specializes in viral and bacterial diseases.
Four months ago, she signaled to one of our assets that she had a willingness to talk about a secret weapons program.
A month later, she was jailed for treason.
She's scheduled to land at Andrews in an under an hour, and we have a team standing by to escort her to Langley
- for a debriefing.
- We got to assume that the Pavlovich brothers already know the route.
Well, then we'll reroute her. Bring her here.
Coordinate the adjustment with Langley.
Echo to tango. Uh, asset at drop point.
Roger. 30 seconds to rendezvous.
- This way. Quickly.
- What's going on?
They said I'd be safe once I arrived.
We have a credible threat you're being targeted.
As a precaution, we've altered our route.
Get her up to the chopper.
Donald Ressler. FBI. Where's the asset?
- Ground transport's been arranged.
- Negative.
Evac's been compromised. Moving to beta proto...
Call it in.
All right. Okay. Copy that.
Anne Arundel county sheriff's department's reporting a downed aircraft burning two miles outside of Crofton.
There's no witnesses on the ground.
We do have units en route. It's got to be the dump site
- on this chopper.
- They knew CIA protocol...
That if the routes were compromised, they'd send in air support.
These guys weren't based domestically. They snuck in, and they're gonna sneak out.
We should coordinate with homeland, get their faces everywhere.
Agent Malik, you want to tell me why the director of national intelligence is calling?
What don't I know about this case?
The program li was working on...
It's germ weaponry...
Banned by nearly every nation on Earth.
It's called Whitefog.
Day before she was jailed, Xiaoping Li sent a message indicating that she had access to the designs.
If she did, and she shared those with us, that would represent the biggest intelligence coup in a decade.
A germ-warfare program?
That's why the Chinese can't turn this into an international incident.
- Where are you?
- Busy.
The brothers...
They took Xiaoping Li.
How do you know?
Do you have a lead?
Something we can...
- Your husband is not in school.
- Wait. What?
Where is he?
Meet me at 9th and Constitution.
Reddington says he has a lead on the brothers. Wants to talk.
Let me know what NTSB says about that downed aircraft.
Called in sick this morning.
Returned home briefly before making a stop at the Radford Bank in Adams Morgan.
He's made three phone calls...
All from pay phones.
He's been sitting at that cart for nearly an hour.
I'm sorry, Lizzy.
Don't be.
This must be difficult.
You want to know what's hard?
Sitting here when all I really want to do is get my hands around his throat.
- Shouldn't we follow him?
- We are.
They all work for you.
Lizzy, wait, wait, wait.
What are you do...
Not now.
The boat...
How long for the boat?
No. No. Please, no.
Tom?
Tom?
I'm in the dining room.
Where'd you get that thing?
I was gonna ask you the same question.
I found it in the basement.
That's where that was. I've been looking for it.
My father gave it to me.
It's beautiful.
It's in great condition, too. It looks almost new.
Why haven't I seen this before?
Your pot is gonna boil over.
You're cooking?
I thought we were going out for thai.
Yeah, well, I just thought it might be nice, you know, to stay home alone...
Just you and me.
How was your day?
It was exhausting.
You know Billy Salter?
He was acting up again 'cause his mom keeps packing these fruit roll-ups, and they give him this satanic sugar high, you know.
Oh, uh, I did stop by the national archives just to maybe book a field trip for the kids.
It's funny. I, uh...
I could have sworn that I saw you there.
There was a woman there, and she looked just like you.
Ah, no, I wish. I was cooped up in the office all day.
Yeah.
Should have known.
Well, whoever she was, she could not have been half as beautiful as you are right now.
All right. Uh, keep stirring.
I'm gonna walk the dog.
Come on, bud. Hey, hey, hey.
Come here.
Hey, hey, hey. Where you going?
Come here. Come here.
Yes, you're a good boy.
Yes, you are.
Yes, you are.
What?
Nothing.
Love you.
- I'll be right back.
Come on, bud. - Come on.
Come on.
Such a good boy.
Bantam finance. How may I direct your call?
Hi. I'm having a problem with my account.
Uh, number Delta, Sierra, 4-5-1.
Line is secure. Proceed.
Mockingbird knows. Requesting immediate evac.
She knows.
He's gone.
My husband is gone.
Your husband never existed.
Lizzy, I understand why you went after Tom today.
The instinct to jump in is...
But it isn't gonna serve you well here.
And from the emotional point of view, this must feel like an extraordinary violation and betrayal.
But for Tom it was business.
Do you know we had sex the other night?
Do you have any idea how filthy that makes me feel?
Unfortunately, Lizzy, you're chest-deep in filth, and you're gonna have to wade through it
- to get to the other side.
- I fell in love with him.
I married him.
We... we were gonna have...
I was excited to have a child with him.
He was the one person I chose in my life who made me happy, who made me feel safe.
What does that say about me?
Everything that we had was just a figment of my imagination...
Worse than a figment...
A lie.
It was right in front of my face, and I didn't see it.
I just... believed it.
All of it.
Time is the only thing that will allow you to find yourself again.
If you tell me to be patient one more time, I swear to God...
I am going to find him, I'm gonna find answers, and I'm going to do it with or without your help.
The case.
I need a lead.
Lizzy, if you want to find where the Pavlovich brothers are, you need to find out where they've been.
The helicopter is key.
The Pavlovich brothers burnt that chopper to cover up evidence...
DNA, fingerprints.
Those things might have identified the brothers, but what about the chopper?
The tail numbers were falsified, and the chopper was repainted.
That's what they did, but where did they do it?
Is there a deeper forensic analysis we can run?
What particulates were in the heat exchange?
Was there moisture in the compressor?
I'll reach out to forensics.
Analyze every drop of fuel. Track every grain of sand.
I want to know where that chopper's been.
That's him.
I'm sorry, man. Not for hire.
Hello, Symir. I'll be brief and to the point.
Yesterday you had a customer...
Picked him up outside the national archives.
Sorry, man.
Ohh, Symir.
You should have taken the money.
Your passenger...
Where'd you drop him?
Calculus.
I can't even think about derivatives without thinking of that tutor in manor hall...
Cindy something-or-other.
Never wore a brassiere; Always a bounce in her step.
Look, I'm talking, cooperating.
You don't need to copy my driver's license, my credit cards.
We just want to make sure we know where to reach you,
Geoffrey P. Seevers, should we have more questions.
So, tell me about the book.
I told you...
I pick up and drop off.
I don't know names. I'm the messenger.
What is it?
Some kind of code?
How many times have you done this... these drops?
This was the fourth.
I need you to write down the location of each drop you've made...
The pickup and the drop location.
Oh, my God. What?
Pagosa Springs public library?
I had a water pump go out in Pagosa Springs.
Bitch of a mountain... Wolf Creek Pass.
Thought I was gonna end up living out there with the hill people until this Teddy bear of a man fixed me up at the local garage.
I'll never forget him. Tracy Woods.
You don't know Tracy, do you?
Leather vest, mustache...
Tracy Woods?
No.
I wonder if he's still fixing water pumps.
Anyway, it'll always be a fond memory.
The list.
S-so, that's it? We're...
What about the package?
You're gonna deliver it or return it or whatever the people you work for want you to do with it.
And as far as you're concerned, we never had this conversation.
Dembe?
A copy, please.
I hope you have nothing pressing.
This may take a minute or three.
You sure you don't know him?
Leather vest, mustache...
Tracy Woods?
Shame.
Hey.
I got something.
Hey.
Okay, I never wanted to know this much about gas chromatography or gear lubricants, but I think Mr. Reddington is onto something.
Look at this.
We pulled the lab reports from the NTSB, and the chopper's engine tested positive for two distinct compounds.
The first is ethephon, which is a ripening agent for tobacco.
- And how does that help us?
- Take a look.
Tobacco production's way down in this area.
In fact, since 1998, the federal government is actually paying farmers not to grow it.
Okay, but there's still plenty of tobacco farms.
I agree, which brings us to chemical compound number two.
This one is used to grow sweet corn.
So we cross-reference the two?
Exactly.
We are looking for a pesticide manufacturer who used to supply tobacco growers but made the transition to corn.
And how many of those are there?
17.
Wait.
Of those, 11 are outside of the fuel range of this chopper.
Uh, of the other six, uh, only one has a structure large enough to get that stolen helicopter out of view and under construction.
Halifax Agro-Chem.
If I had to bet, I'd say that's their staging site.
It's around the corner, half a block up.
I make seven exterior cameras, and those are the ones they want us to see.
And it's on the list of drop sites I gave you?
Yes.
How long has Mr. Keen been inside?
I tailed him here four hours ago.
Lovely. Thank you, Preston.
- You want me to call Sabusawa?
- That would be ideal, but he's working an extraction in Ecuador.
Then how do you plan on getting keen out of that concrete box?
- We have a lead on Xiaoping Li.
- Excellent.
- Tell me.
- We think she's being held at Halifax Agro-Chem in Falls Church.
We're assembling a team.
Lizzy, about Tom...
I don't want to talk about Tom with you.
You have your opinion on how to proceed, and I have mine.
Just don't bother yourself. I'll deal with Tom.
Lizzy, I assure you that will yield no answers and little satisfaction.
Well, I'll find out, won't I?
I wish I could talk you out of this.
You can't.
Well, good luck with Xiaoping...
Good afternoon, gentlemen.
I'm Raymond Reddington.
Hey. Look at this.
What are we looking at?
I have no idea.
Hey!
Get out of here!
Go!
What the hell was that?
Out! Out!
Move!
Move! Move!
Fall back. Asset en route. We're moving to the cars.
-
-
-
-
I mean, it looks like some sort of serial number.
Or an atomic number...
Something from a periodic table.
Why do you think that?
Because the only word I know that contains the letters "v-g" together is avgolemono.
I don't know what that is.
It's a soup.
Chicken stock, egg yolks, and lemon juice.
What?
I cook.
The point is, maybe Xiaoping Li left us a message.
I'll run the letter combination against the DMV registry
- and see if we can get a hit.
- Any luck?
- I can't get ahold of Reddington.
- You told him the location where the brothers were holding Xiaoping Li, right?
- Mm-hmm.
- Don't you find it a hell of a coincidence that we show up there, they're gone, and now we can't get ahold of Reddington?
- We've been played.
- No.
Red put us on to the Pavlovich brothers because he knew it would lead him straight to Xiaoping Li.
That woman's worth millions.
Where are you going?
I'm going to find Reddington, get some answers.
Reddington, I need you to call me, please.
I need some help with the case.
A gift from Reddington. Enjoy.
Two years wasted.
Two years we spent. On what?
Do you care at all what you've done to me...
What you've done to my life?
What has it done to you?
Who could do such a thing?
Finding you, stopping you...
You'd think I'd be happy you're gonna spend the rest of your life in prison.
You'd think I'd get some satisfaction out of that, but I don't because nothing...
No sentence, no punishment, no revenge, could ever come close to making up for what you've done.
- I was doing my job.
- Your job?
That was our life!
We were going to have a baby to...
You begged me to have a baby!
- I was doing my job.
- Stop talking about your job!
You, this...
Everything was a lie!
My life was a lie!
Every feeling, every memory...
Say something to your wife, who's dying in front of you.
Say something.
It was the shoes.
What does that mean?
That's when I knew.
It was those brown leather shoes.
It was our third or maybe fourth date.
You'd come over to my place on Halstead, and we ordered, uh...
Takeout and rented a movie that we never finished because we ended up...
And you had to get up early for work.
And by the time I got up, you were gone.
I remember standing in the closet, half-dressed, reaching for my shoes when I saw that you had drawn this little heart
In the dust on my shoe.
You remember that?
It was the sweetest thing.
And ever since that moment, I just felt...
Sorry for you...
Because I knew...
I knew that I had you.
Part of me didn't want it to work...
But it did.
Archimedes.
Archimedes!
- I beg your pardon?
- Archimedes' formula.
You know, uh, the... the naked guy who shouted "Eureka."
Why would she write down a mathematical formula?
Maybe it's some kind of a code or a language they don't understand.
Archimedes' principle indicates that the upward buoyant force which is exerted on a body immersed in fluid,
- whether fully...
- Aram.
Um, water displacement. Boats displace water.
She's trying to tell us how they're getting her out of the country.
Contact the coast guard.
Get photos of the brothers and Xiaoping Li to every port authority on the eastern seaboard.
What are you gonna tell him?
Hey. What's going on?
Where are we on Xiaoping Li?
They're trying to ship her out of the country.
We're combing through the manifests now. Where are you?
Waiting on Reddington. He still hasn't shown.
I'm telling you, Keen. He used us.
These guys...
The Pavlovich brothers...
You remember what they did.
You were there that day on the bridge.
When we take them down, I want you to be there.
I will be, just as soon as...
I'm gonna have to call you back.
Nice try.
I was thirsty.
Yes?
- Where is she?
- Who?
Xiaoping Li. You took her.
You used the FBI and the Pavlovich brothers to get to Tom and what, get Xiaoping?
Make some bigger deal?
Trade on her secrets?
I have no use for germ warfare.
And as for using the FBI?
I wouldn't be in this relationship if there wasn't a mutual benefit.
- Where is she?
- I don't know.
I tried to bargain for her life, but negotiations went sideways.
It was all I could do to get Tom.
If we don't find her...
If she gets sent back to the Chinese,
- she's gonna die.
- Tell me what you know.
We think they're putting her on a cargo ship. We're not sure.
We're looking over the manifests, timetables,
- and shipping routes.
- She isn't cargo, Lizzy.
She's contraband. This is a smuggling operation.
And nothing gets smuggled in or out of the chesapeake without Rolph Cisco knowing about it.
Have Donald pay him a visit.
What is his obsession with you?
You guys got, like, a, uh, daddy-daughter thing going on?
What's your plan?
Is daddy coming over?
Is he gonna make me talk?
No, he's not.
I am.
Rolph Cisco?
Tell us about the Pavlovich brothers.
Who do you work for?
I have nothing to say.
- Who do you work for?
- Liz, come on.
You don't have it in you.
God! Aah!
Let me out of here! Please!
Get me out! Get me out!
It's okay. It's okay.
Easy, easy. We're the good guys.
Here. Come here.
I'm gonna put you down.
Easy.
You broke my thumb.
Yeah, I did.
If you're looking for sympathy, you might want to start with honesty.
Here's an example of honesty, Tom.
You've been making me pancakes for two years.
- I hate pancakes.
- You want honest?
Here's one.
If you're gonna handcuff somebody, don't break their thumb.
Your handcuffs.
One on the wrist. One on the banister. Do it.
I am not here to hurt you, Liz.
My job was never to hurt you.
I'm one of the good guys.
Reddington...
He's not who you think.
- I will find you.
- I can prove it.
The key in the lamp...
I know you found it.
Take it to radford bank. Box number 3929.
He is not who you think he is.
Goodbye, Liz.
You want me to stop him?
No, we'll just let the tail follow him.
Tell me about Whitefog.
Whitefog was a black project started
By the Chinese government five years ago.
You want to tell me what's going on with Agent Keen?
- Sir?
- Where was she today?
And don't tell me you don't know.
Was it Reddington?
Are there problems?
I think she's having troubles at home, sir.
I lost him.
He's gone.
No.
This whole time, you've never let him out of your sight.
Your people are following him now.
They are.
How is this all gonna end?
This is an end.
And then something new will begin.
You deserve the best in life, Lizzy.
I know that sounds odd coming from a man who has brought you some of the worst,
but it's the reason why Tom had to work so hard to be that for you...
To be kind, to be thoughtful, make you laugh, to make you love him.
Because you deserve that.
And it will come.
What are you waiting for?
Get an ambulance.
Please leave the room, darling.
You know I like to bathe in private.
[Stuttering] Mark, I didn't mean to kill her.
Okay? Okay.
Take it easy! What are you trying to do, break my head?
Say it.
Yes, darling, completely.
You're wasting your time and my time and the department's time.
I left Margaret at home.
Yes?
(Hugh) Margaret?
Is that you, Hugh?
Is, uh, is Mark there?
It's important.
Sorry, Hugh. It's Tuesday. Club night.
I can always tell.
Comes right after Monday.
Monday, Mark works late.
Oh, right.
Um, well, I'll... I'll get him at the club.
Mr. Caldwell, good to see you, sir.
Oh, yes, Charles. Thank you. I, uh,
I'm looking for Mr. Halperin.
Over there, sir.
The usual Tuesday night game, you know?
Mr. Lawrence is having quite a run with the dice.
Simply amazing. I've never...
Hugh, how are you?
It's been forever.
(Hugh) Fine, honey.
(Lawrence) Play it for $3,200, Mark, unless you want to resign at $1,600.
Hi, Hugh.
Hi, Mark.
Byron, I think your dice are about to turn cold.
The Army may have taught you bravery, Mark, but I'm not so sure about your judgment.
You still need doubles to win.
You see, Byron, sometimes a little boldness is exactly what's called for.
Uh, Mark, excuse me.
Could I talk to you for a second?
What's the matter?
I just... I'd just like to see you for a second.
All right. Be back in a minute.
Don't go away, huh. What's the matter?
Nothing. I just want to talk to you for a minute.
Something wrong?
No.
Danny, bring us a double Scotch, will you?
Yes, sir, Mr. Halperin. Right away.
Are you sure she's dead?
Yeah.
It just happened.
We were... we were fighting.
We were screaming at each other.
I was sure she was gonna see somebody tonight.
She came at me, and I must have grabbed her by the throat.
All right. Take it easy. Take it easy.
I didn't know what I was doing.
I just saw her face looking up at me
and then when I realized what I was doing,
I let her go.
And she just fell.
Calm down. Calm down.
Mark, you gotta tell me what to do.
All right.
Now, was there anyone else in the house when this happened?
No, she, uh, she left about 8:15, when I got home.
Right. Right.
Did you call anyone?
Just your place.
Margaret told me you were here.
But you didn't say anything to her?
No.
Or maybe I should call Fred.
He doesn't handle criminal cases, but he must know somebody...
Or maybe I should go to the police.
Mark, I didn't mean to kill her.
Hugh, you can't afford to do that.
Everyone knows the problems you and Janice were having.
Now, listen to me.
It's almost 10:00.
I want you to go in the other bar, there are more people in there.
At exactly 10:30, I want you to call your house.
I'll answer the phone.
You pretend it's Janice.
Make sure the bartender and anyone else in the bar overhears your conversation.
Why?
You want me to help you, don't you?
All right. Do as I say.
All right, Mark. Fine.
Janice, is that you?
Are you in a bar?
Yes, yes, that's right.
Is everything all right?
Everything's just fine.
Now listen to me.
She's gone to bed early, she's not going to wait up for you.
Yes, yes, darling. Of course, you must be exhausted.
Get a good night's sleep, and I'll see you in the morning.
All right.
Say it.
All right, you get a good night's sleep, and I'll see you in the morning, huh?
All right. Fine, Hugh. You're doing just fine.
Now listen to me.
You stay right there in the bar and don't move until the police contact you.
Yes. Yes, dear. Yes.
Yes, good night, darling.
Ah, she's been out all day shopping.
She's exhausted.
Yes, sir.
She's gettin' ready for bed now.
I guess it won't hurt to have another one.
(Margaret) Mark, is that you?
It's me.
Hi.
You're home early tonight, Mark.
Yeah.
I was a little tired.
What's this?
Another one of your bleeding-heart friends get into print?
Did you win tonight, Mark, or is that a silly question?
Oddly enough, I did.
Wonderful. Yeah.
That means I won't have to write you a check this week.
That will be refreshing.
Won't it be?
For both of us.
Did I tell you I'm speaking at the Holcombe House tomorrow evening?
They've named me "Woman of the Year."
Really?
How much is that going to cost you?
Oh, don't be crude.
My, my, "Woman of the Year," that's quite an honor.
Playing queen bee to a motley assortment of junkies, pushers, and losers.
You know, I don't know how much money you've pumped into your assorted charities, Margaret, but it's a lot more than any $10 trophy they're going to hand you.
Not tonight, please.
Darling, if you're embarrassed by all your millions, why don't you just sign them over to me?
They wouldn't embarrass me in the least.
Money is a weapon, Mark, a tool to be used for good, if it's used properly.
Hmm. Properly?
I see.
That means handing it out like Halloween candy to a bunch of grifters who've never done a day's work in their lives?
'Cause nobody has ever given them a chance. Come on, Margaret.
Do you know what it's like to be an ex-convict trying to find honest work?
Margaret, please.
Please don't lecture me on ex-cons.
I wrote that book.
(Mark) Margaret.
(Margaret) What is it?
A man.
I just saw a man running from the Caldwell house.
What?
Yeah.
All the lights are on over there.
I don't like the looks of that.
I don't see anyone.
Uh, do you think the man could have been Hugh?
No, no, I left Hugh at the club.
There's no answer.
I think something's wrong.
Police headquarters.
Sgt. De Maio.
Sergeant, this is Deputy Commissioner Halperin.
Yes, sir. Yes, Commissioner.
Uh, I just saw a man, a strange man, running from a house on, uh... on Fairfax Drive.
I want you to dispatch a unit over there immediately.
Uh, the number is 1278 Fairfax Drive.
Right.
I dropped my cigar.
Is that it there, Lieutenant?
Where?
Under there.
Wait a minute.
I don't want to burn up the Commissioner's car.
I got it. I grabbed the wrong end.
Come here, you little rascal. Okay.
That looks okay.
Officer, do me a favor, huh?
Look under there and make sure nothing's burning.
(officer) All right, Lieutenant.
Uh, everything's okay, Lieutenant.
You sure?
Positive. Look again.
Right, Lieutenant.
(Mark) What's missing?
(Duffy) Just her jewelry.
He never went near the paintings nor the silverware.
There's a vase out there worth a couple of thousand dollars.
He never touched that.
It's the same guy, all right.
All right, I want you to pick up every known burglar in the morning.
If you talked to them before, talk to them again.
If you need any extra men, let me know. Yes, sir.
Columbo, it's about time you showed up.
Yes sir. I'm sorry. It was my car.
The battery went dead.
Commissioner, your car is here now.
Thank you.
Tried to get my wife's car. She was at my sister-in-law's, so I called there...
It's a boring story.
Thank you very much for sending your car. I appreciate it.
It's quite all right.
Duffy will fill you in on what's happened.
It's the same man who's been hitting this area in the past few weeks.
The M.O.'s identical.
I see.
Well, maybe I better look around.
Good looking broad except for the marks around her neck.
Certainly is.
(Columbo) What do you figure happened?
Looks like she was getting ready to hit the sack.
Probably heard the guy down here, came down to see what was goin' on.
Could've just called us, but she's gotta make like a hero, right?
How long has she been dead?
Not too long.
She talked to her husband on the phone about an hour ago.
Yeah, an hour ago.
Okay. It's all yours.
Thank you.
Find anything yet?
(Randall) Just a few smudges on this jewelry box.
But everything else looks pretty clean.
Sergeant, did you dust these handles yet?
(Randall) Not yet, Lieutenant.
Well, let me know if you find anything.
I think you're wasting your time, Lieutenant.
This is the fourth time
I've been in this neighborhood in two weeks.
Now this guy's good. Wears gloves.
Never leaves me a print.
Well, let me know if you find anything.
Right away, sir.
(Mark) We will provide protection for all our citizens, not just those in the inner city or in the so-called problem areas.
Now, the brutal murder, last night, of Janice Caldwell is a scathing indictment of the police department's failure, of our failure, to cope with crime on the most fundamental levels.
The taxpayers of this great city are entitled to the safety of their own homes and I mean to guarantee that safety.
(bartender) What's the matter, Artie?
Don't you believe in law and order?
That guy gives me a pain.
(bartender) I'll turn it off.
I thought we were going shopping.
I told you I have to wait for somebody here.
Well, he'd better hurry up because you're not spending any afternoon in this place.
I hate this place.
And you know I hate this place.
But I like it.
Did you get the tickets yet?
What tickets?
"What tickets?" I told you, we're going to the roller derby tonight.
Hey, are you crazy?
I'm not going to any roller derby.
A month...
You've been out a whole month and you haven't taken me anyplace.
You think you can hang around this place again with your old pals from prison.
What's left of them.
Guess again, Artie.
Hey!
This is my place of business.
You don't have to come in here!
So, don't come in here!
We're goin' out.
That's what you think!
Where have you been?
I've been waiting for you for over an hour now.
I got hung up.
I got the stuff at my joint from the other night.
(Sharkey) Are you kiddin'?
I wouldn't touch any of it.
Not after what happened last night.
Killin' that woman?
Are you crazy?
That wasn't me.
Come on, you've been hittin' that neighborhood pretty good.
The other joints, sure.
But the one last night, that wasn't me.
Okay, have it your way.
But I can't handle your goods.
Not with the kind of heat I'll be getting.
I should've known better than to deal with a punk like you.
Johnny Romano, Carlos Vera, they were men.
Yeah, but they're dead.
Times change.
It's tougher on the outside now.
You know, you spent so much time up in that prison, you don't know how it is any more.
You all through?
Come on, let's get those tickets.
I wanna sit real close.
Come on, let's go. Come on. Come on.
Come on. Come on. Let's go.
Come on. You can walk faster.
Come on.
Will you shut up?
Commissioner, specifically what steps are you taking to offset this rash of crime in the Bel Air area?
Well, I've ordered a double shift on all squad cars, sunset-to-sunrise helicopter patrol.
As a matter of fact, I plan to be in that chopper myself tonight to get a firsthand look at this operation.
We're going to get this man, and we're gonna get him soon.
Whoever he is, wherever he is, he's not going to be able to escape detection indefinitely.
Now, last night he made his first mistake.
My wife and I were in our bedroom when he ran from the Caldwell house.
Well, he's gonna make other mistakes.
When he does, we'll get him, and we'll hit him with a first-degree-murder charge that will stick.
Thank you, ladies and gentlemen.
Now, If you'll excuse me...
Does that mean your wife can identify this man as well as yourself?
Sir, sir, can your wife identify this man?
Ma'am.
You startled me.
Oh, I'm sorry.
What happened?
I tore my...
On the cactus, I...
Oh, I'm sorry.
It was very clumsy of me.
No, no, it was my fault, ma'am. I frightened you.
I'm sorry about that.
L... I know you, don't I?
Yes, ma'am, you do.
L... I was afraid you'd remember.
It was at the chief inspector's dinner last year at the hotel.
I was a little drunk. Lt. Columbo.
Oh, isn't it perfectly awful?
Janice Caldwell had so much to give.
I'm sure she'd have found her way.
Yes, ma'am.
That's what I wanted to ask you about.
You being close friends and all.
Several people have told me that she and her husband were, um...
Well, that is, that she...
Well, they were having problems.
Was she seeing other men?
Is that what you wanted to know?
Uh, yes, ma'am.
Surely that can't make any difference now.
Probably not, but I'd appreciate it if you could give me a few names.
I'm sorry. I never pried into Janice's personal affairs.
Once, last year, I, I did try talking to her.
She became very defensive, almost violent.
Then she was seeing other men?
Yes.
Young men, I believe. Men I didn't know.
Thank you, ma'am. You've been very helpful.
Uh, Mrs. Halperin, one other thing.
Last night, the burglar...
Your husband gave us a description.
He saw him running from the Caldwell house.
Yes, from our bedroom window.
Now, I understand you were also in the bedroom.
So, I would like to check your description with his.
Oh, I... I didn't see him.
By the time I got to the terrace, he had gone.
You weren't at the window?
No.
Where were you?
Well, I was in bed, and then I went to the window.
Thank you, ma'am.
Uh, one other thing, Mrs. Halperin.
The Caldwell house? It's on the next block, is it?
Yes. Right across the street. Number 1278.
Yeah, I know the address. I was there this morning.
I, I was just trying to visualize the proximity.
Thank you.
Excuse me, sir. A police officer to see you.
The same one who was here this morning when you were out.
Yes. Uh, would you ask him to come in, please?
Excuse me, sir. I hate to trouble you at this time.
Lt. Columbo.
Yes, Lieutenant.
My maid said you were here earlier.
L... I'm sorry, I had to make arrangements...
I hate to bother you like this.
Like a cup of coffee, Lieutenant?
No.
(Hugh) I'm afraid I've been drinking too much coffee today, but I didn't sleep very well last night.
Thank you very much.
Is there, uh...
Something wrong, Lieutenant?
Wrong? No, sir.
Not at all.
Couple of things I want to clear up just to satisfy myself.
Satisfy yourself, how?
The way your wife died, Mr. Caldwell.
Couple of small things. Probably don't mean anything.
I spoke to your maid, Mrs. Um...
Fernandez.
She's a nice lady.
I guess she worked very long hours yesterday.
It must have been a big cleaning day.
Well, I really wouldn't know.
Apparently, your wife was out shopping all day.
Mrs. Fernandez left here at, uh...
Oh, it was after 8:00, Lieutenant.
And my wife and I arrived home about the same time.
Your wife was downstairs?
Right. In the living room, having a drink.
Mrs. Fernandez says she was wearing a red dress.
Yes, I believe it was.
I see.
And then you went out? 9:00.
Yes.
Was your wife still wearing the red dress?
Yes, Lieutenant.
Look, we had a couple of drinks. I left.
Now, she didn't get ready for bed until I called her around 10:30.
At the club?
They found you at the bar when the police finally located you.
That's right, Lieutenant.
Look, Janice apparently went upstairs to change.
She put on her nightgown, heard a noise, came down, and surprised this burglar.
I mean,
I should think the facts would speak for themselves.
It's very strange.
See, there's one thing that's very strange.
And what's that, Lieutenant?
Mrs. Fernandez dusted the whole house.
Wax, polish, everything.
Including the bedroom.
Now, the fingerprint people, they checked the handle on the closet door.
Your wife's prints weren't on it.
What I can't figure out is how did she open the door and take out the nightgown without leaving any prints?
That's very simple, Lieutenant.
You see, my wife was in the habit of folding her nightgown every morning when she got up and putting it under her pillow.
Don't you see?
She had no reason to go to the closet.
Yes. Yes. I see.
That would explain it. Yes, it certainly would.
Well, thank you.
No, not at all, Lieutenant.
Excuse me, sir? Sir?
Ma'am? Excuse me, ma'am!
You got some jumpers for a battery?
No.
Listen, there's a gas station up ahead.
Would you drive me over there?
Thank you.
Columbo?
Excuse me, sir. I didn't mean to barge in.
I looked for your secretary.
I guess she's powdering her nose or something.
May I, uh...
I would've been here earlier, but my car broke down again.
I had some more trouble. They're telling me it's the generator...
If you don't mind, Lieutenant, I'm in something of a hurry.
I'm making real progress. So, I thought...
Finish your report?
No, I haven't.
Well, finish the report and I'll read it.
Right now, I've gotta get home and get something to eat.
I'm on that chopper patrol tonight.
I understand, sir.
Just take a minute. I know you're in a hurry.
Before I actually fill out the report, if I could just double-check that description that you had...
It was hardly a description.
I barely got a glimpse of him.
Right.
You did say, uh, dark sweater.
(Mark) That's right.
Dark pants.
And some kind of cap.
And a dark cap.
Dark cap.
That's it, then. Just dark?
It was night, Lieutenant.
And I was a long way away.
Uh, that's too bad.
That's what your wife said.
You spoke to my wife, did you?
I thought you left.
What was that you said?
I say, you spoke to my wife.
Yes, there's nothing wrong?
No. Certainly not.
No, you know, you see, it was just that on the basis of the news conference this morning,
I thought that she also saw the burglar.
That's ridiculous.
He was gone by the time she got to the terrace.
Yes, sir. That's what she said.
But you certainly gave that impression, so I thought...
Look, Lieutenant, if you don't mind,
I've got to go now, my limousine is waiting.
There are a couple of other things...
Give my secretary a call in the morning,
I'll try to find some time for you.
Oh, Mark, you frightened me.
What are you doing home so early?
Oh, I thought I'd get an early supper.
Please leave the room, darling.
You know I like to bathe in private.
Come on, Margaret. Don't be so coy.
You know, you wear those bubbles like a suit of armor.
Come on, Mark. I'll only be a minute.
Have I told you recently, darling, that our marriage has been a constant joy to me?
Huh? Have I?
No, you haven't.
Well, it has.
I think the first thing that appealed to me about you, Margaret, was your... your generosity, that sweet open-handed quality of yours.
Although sometimes your... your judgment's not so good.
You know that, don't you?
[Laughing] What are you saying?
Well, $4.5 million and you're willing to hand it out to anybody who has a sad story and a rumpled suit.
It's my money, Mark. My inheritance.
Wrong, darling.
My inheritance.
Thanks for coming.
Where's Margaret?
She's at home.
A closed casket, huh?
Couldn't bear to look her in the face.
Mark, I don't know how to thank you.
If it hadn't been for you last night...
You'd be facing a murder charge.
If there's anything I can ever do for you...
There is, my friend.
Tonight.
If you gentlemen want to finish paying your respects to the loved one, we will be closing up until 8:30.
I left Margaret at home.
She's lying on the tile floor near the front door.
She's dead.
Good Lord, Mark.
[Whispering] Quiet.
How?
She drowned in the bathtub.
Only, the police are never gonna know that.
They're gonna think the notorious Bel Air Burglar killed her.
And you must see to that.
What are you talking about?
I can't get involved.
You are involved, my friend.
This is the quid pro quo.
You killed your wife and I protected you.
Now you protect me or I'll see to it that you go to jail for the rest of your life.
Yes, perfectly.
All right.
Now, I left some clothes in a pile by the front door.
Here's what I want you to do.
This is Chopper One. This is Chopper One.
Baker Seven, do you read me? Over.
(patrolman) This is Baker Seven.
We see you, Chopper One.
Okay, we're heading east.
10-4.
A little early in the evening for this burglar, isn't it, Commissioner?
You never know, Pete.
Clocks don't mean a thing in an empty house, you know.
Yeah, except last night the house wasn't empty.
That's funny.
What is it?
That's my house down there.
And I saw someone lurking near my wife's car.
He' s disappeared.
Circle around here, Pete, will you?
Yes, sir.
My God, Margaret. Hover over the pool.
I'm gonna try to get out.
Yes, sir.
Help me! Quick!
Please, for God's sake!
What are you waiting for?
Get an ambulance for God's sake.
Margaret. Margaret.
My God, Margaret.
She's gone, sir.
What do you mean?
You're crazy.
She's gonna be all right. Get an ambulance!
Margaret.
Lieutenant, I just heard. Terrible.
The Commissioner, how's he holding up?
They got him in the kitchen.
They're putting some dry clothes on him now.
It's not too bad, I tell you.
The burglar, huh?
Yeah. It's funny, though. Very funny.
What?
There's no sign that he forced his way into the house.
As near as we can figure it, he was laying for her, out in the back by the car.
(Randall) Lieutenant!
Excuse me, Columbo.
Lt. Duffy, sir. Yes, sir.
(Doyle) Just keep circling around.
He's got to be around here somewhere.
Yeah, well, keep looking.
That's right.
(Columbo) What happened, Doc?
See for yourself, Columbo. She drowned.
In a pool?
Guy tossed her in a pool?
That's it.
Wonder why she didn't swim?
Probably couldn't swim.
Well, maybe she passed out, Lieutenant.
What are we gonna do?
He didn't hit her first?
No marks? No struggle?
There might've been a struggle. She gotta tear on her sleeve.
(officer) Hey, Doyle?
Yeah. Yeah.
No, that happened this afternoon.
She tore it on a cactus bush. I was there when it happened.
(officer) This guy just pulled up out front.
(Al) I've come to see Ms. Halperin.
(officer) What about?
Well, she was supposed to come to our meeting tonight and get an award, that's all.
The way things look around here,
I'd like to get out of here.
What did you say? A meeting?
She was supposed to get an award?
Yeah, Holcombe House.
Gonna have dinner at 8:00.
And she was gonna make a little speech and pick up her trophy.
I called her house when she didn't show.
Line was always busy, so I came over.
She was supposed to have dinner with you at 8:00 and make a speech?
That's where she was going when the guy jumped her.
Where were you at 7:30?
I was at the place, setting' up.
Relax, huh. You're making me nervous.
You can prove it, right?
Prove it?
Yeah. I can prove it.
I'll bet you can.
All right, Doyle.
Take this gentleman's name and let him go.
Don't talk to me about manpower allocations!
Now, this man killed my wife and I want him!
Now, you get three units over here and get them over fast.
You're gonna answer to me in the morning.
Excuse me, Commissioner,
I just want to tell you how badly I feel.
And if there's anything that I can do...
No, no, thank you.
Mark, I want you to take those pills...
What?
I want you to take the pills that I gave you...
All right, I'll take the pills.
I'm shocked.
Terribly shocking.
The man is obviously insane.
I mean, to come back here and do this...
Particularly after the news broadcast when you told them about the increased patrols...
Don't you see?
It was the news broadcast that killed her.
It was my fault.
I don't follow, sir.
You mentioned it this afternoon, that stupid slip of the tongue that I made when I said that Margaret and I were in our bedroom when the man ran from the Caldwell house.
He must have thought she could identify him.
That's the reason he came back.
Not to steal anything but to silence her.
Yes, that is a possibility.
The tragedy is, she never saw him.
She couldn't identify him.
You mustn't blame yourself, sir.
He threw her in the pool.
She drowned before I could reach her.
He threw her in the pool?
Are you sure of that, sir?
Of course, I'm sure of it. I was a witness.
Pete Hayley and I were in the helicopter and we saw the whole thing.
Then you had the light on?
L... I thought I saw something.
It was kind of a gut feeling, I suppose.
I told him to go back and to hover over the patio area.
I switched on the lights, and there he was.
The same man holding Margaret in his arms.
Are you sure it was the same man?
Well, assumedly...
Yes, he was wearing the same clothes.
I see.
You must have a lot of those.
What?
Gut feelings.
What are you talking about?
Well, you had a gut feeling last night.
I don't know what you're talking about.
What do you mean?
When you asked for me to report to the Caldwell house.
Yes.
I found out you asked for me when you first called in.
I did.
What I mean, sir, is that the burglar had never harmed anybody before, yet from your bedroom window when you called in, you asked for me.
I was just trying to figure out how you knew that the woman was already dead.
I didn't.
Didn't know, obviously.
Well, I... I did have some kind of a feeling.
I sensed something was wrong.
Well, the lights were on, for one thing.
The man running from the house, the fact that Janice was there alone, I...
You're a policeman, I don't have to explain these things.
Yes, I know exactly what you feel.
I've had that feeling many times.
You know something is wrong, you just can't get a handle on it.
All right, sir.
I'm going to look around the house if it's all right with you.
Columbo.
Yeah, go ahead.
What's the matter, Columbo?
You think he's hiding in the tub there?
(Columbo) Just checkin'.
Yeah?
What did you find?
(Columbo) Clean and dry.
Clean and dry.
Let me ask you somethin'.
How do you figure this guy?
I mean, to me, a burglar is like a hungry alley cat.
He sneaks around after dark, but if he hears something', he runs.
Haven't you ever heard of future shock?
The world's going to hell with itself.
Believe me, Columbo. Times have changed.
Yeah.
Maybe.
But still.
But still, you know what bothers me about the murder last night?
You mean the Caldwell woman?
Yeah.
I, uh, I looked at her body.
Right away I saw on her finger the biggest diamond ring I ever saw in my life.
Now, I gotta ask myself this question.
What kind of a burglar robs a house and leaves a ring like that on the victim's finger?
So that's what's been buggin' you?
You're something else.
Don't you think we thought of that?
It's a phony.
The ring was phony?
Solid glass. A piece of garbage.
A pro would have spotted it a mile away, and this guy's a pro.
Excuse me, one moment, will you?
Yeah, I guess that explains it.
See, here I am,
I've been batting my brains out trying to figure out about that ring and you guys had it all the time.
Glass.
How do you like that?
Listen, Doc, do me a favor. Would you?
When you perform the autopsy, would you check something for me?
This woman apparently drowned in the swimming pool, so when you check her lungs, see if there's any evidence of chlorine.
There won't be.
Chorine dissipates almost immediately in the human body.
Anyway, the fluids would be masked by the effects of pulmonary edema.
So, uh, does that mean that you couldn't tell if this woman drowned, say, in a bathtub...
Sure, if the bathtub were full of gin.
Well, check it anyway, would you?
It's part of the job.
Yes?
(woman) Lt. Columbo, sir.
All right, send him in.
I hope I'm not disturbing you, sir.
No, it's all right. Come in.
This is none of my business.
Stop me if I'm out of line, but nobody expected you to be at your desk today.
I want to be here, Lieutenant.
I want to keep working, keep my mind off...
All right, let's see.
Uh, here's, ahem, here's Lieutenant Duffy's report.
There's no question, it's the Bel Air Burglar, all right.
It's too bad he got away last night without a trace.
Oh, and speaking of reports...
That's what I wanted to talk to you about.
I'm making terrific progress, but, you see, I don't think we should be looking for a burglar.
What?
No, sir.
I think we should be looking for someone who made it seem like a burglary.
What are you talking about, Columbo?
Here, read Duffy's report.
It shows very clearly it's the same man we've been looking for.
I'm sure this is a very good report, sir, but there are a couple of things that don't add up.
Like what?
Oh, for one thing, the fingerprints.
Come on, come on, Columbo, there were no fingerprints.
That's what I mean, sir.
You see, Mr. Caldwell left the house around 9:00.
He called his wife at 10:30 from the bar at the club.
This is what bothers me, sir.
If Mrs. Caldwell spoke to her husband on the phone, why didn't she leave any fingerprints on the phone?
Now that's strange, isn't it?
The maid spent the whole day cleaning, she dusted everything.
Including the phones.
The phone in the upstairs bedroom, that's absolutely clean.
The one downstairs has Mr. Caldwell's prints on it, but it doesn't have Mrs. Caldwell's prints.
All right, what are you implying?
That Caldwell never actually talked to his wife?
Did it ever occur to you that maybe the burglar used the phone after she did and then wiped it clean?
Occur to me that the burglar used the phone after and wiped it clean?
Yeah.
No, sir.
Why not?
Well, because the burglar had to wear gloves.
You see, sir,
There were no prints of his anywhere in the house.
Now there's another thing that's very strange.
Is this bothering you?
No.
Excuse me.
There's something else.
The way this woman's body was dressed in that nightgown.
She didn't do that.
Somebody else dressed her in that nightgown.
Is that a fact, Lieutenant?
Or just some more of your fancy guesswork?
Well, you see, sir, she was wearing a pale blue nightgown which she got from her closet.
And you know something?
There were no prints on the handle of the closet door either.
I don't see what you're getting at.
Unless you're trying to tell me that Caldwell killed his wife and then faked the whole thing?
Oh, no, sir. No. I don't mean that at all.
No. You see,
Mrs. Caldwell, she had a habit whereby she would put her nightgown under the pillow every morning.
I saw a pink nightgown under the pillow.
So, of course, we know that Mrs. Caldwell would not have put on the blue nightgown.
Now, here's what's interesting.
Mr. Caldwell, he knew about the nightgown under the pillow.
So if he had dressed his wife's body, that would be the first place that he would have looked.
No, sir, we're looking for somebody else.
We're looking for somebody... somebody who tried to make a murder look like a burglary.
Like who, for instance?
Well, sir,
I don't like to speak badly of the dead, but, yesterday, your wife confirmed to me that Mrs. Caldwell was seeing other men.
And you think it was one of them?
Yes, sir. I think that's a possibility.
All right, now listen to me, Lieutenant, you're wasting your time and my time and the department's time and it's gonna stop.
look, Columbo, you must understand that no one, no one wants this man caught any more than I do.
Especially now.
But we are looking for a burglar, a man who killed one woman out of fear, who killed another to silence her.
You go on that basis and we're going to solve this case.
You don't think that
I have anything here?
Lieutenant, nobody can be right all the time.
Look for your burglar. There's the killer.
Excuse me, uh,
Mr. Wexler?
He's inside with a customer for the moment.
Oh, thank you.
We can smoke here?
Yes.
May I help you, sir?
No, thank you very much.
No, I am waiting for Mr. Wexler.
Mr. Wexler is servicing a client at the moment.
If there's anything I can do...
No, thank you.
Oh, excuse me, ma'am. Do you happen to...
Do you sell watchbands?
Of course.
I broke this a couple of weeks ago.
I've been carrying it with me.
This is a very good watch, only five years old.
Waterproof and shockproof.
Do you have something for that?
Seven jewels.
We have a large selection, sir, starting at $25.
No, I don't want a watch, just the band.
That is for just the band.
No kidding.
I think I'll do it some other time, thanks a lot.
Oh, uh, Mr. Wexler is free now, if you'd care to see him.
Thank you.
Mr. Wexler?
(Wexler) I'm Bruno Wexler, yes.
Lieutenant Columbo.
If you can spare a moment, it's about Mrs. Caldwell.
I believe she shopped here in your store.
Mrs. Caldwell was a valued client, yes.
Yes. That's what I understood, sir, from going through her papers.
Mostly receipts for jewelry that she bought here.
Of course, that was some time ago.
The most recent receipt that I found was dated six months ago, September.
Well, I would have to check back.
Um, of course, she came in here quite a few times since then, didn't she?
I mean, even though she didn't buy anything.
I've talked to a few people, friends, the maid...
Lieutenant, could you get to the point?
May I sit down?
Of course.
This is the point, sir.
Yes?
It's glass.
I can see that it's glass.
But this appraisal for $8,000 for a 3.6
- Carat, pear-shaped diamond ring with tapered baguettes in a four-prong setting.
This appraisal is for that ring, isn't it?
Well, I never would have charged Mrs. Caldwell $8,000 for a piece of glass.
But that is your work, isn't it?
Yes, Lieutenant.
I arranged with a friend to have this copied for Mrs. Caldwell so that her husband wouldn't realize that she had sold the original back to me.
As a matter of fact, she sold a lot of jewelry back to you.
The woman needed money.
Her husband had cut off her funds.
Then all the jewelry in her house was phony.
Almost all of it. Yes.
Why did she need the money?
Really, Lieutenant...
I understood she had a lot of boyfriends.
Well, Mrs. Caldwell was beautiful and charming for a woman of 36.
But she fancied that she was growing old very slowly.
In fact, hardly at all to judge by the young men from whom she found companionship.
Yes, indeed.
That's a real honey.
You know, we don't get to see many of these around anymore.
Especially in this condition.
Well, I try to take good care of it.
I'm looking for a Mr. Shoup.
I'm Mr. Shoup.
Charlie Shoup.
My name is Columbo.
How many miles you got on it, Mr. Columbo?
20,000? 30,000 tops.
Oh, I got over 100,000 miles on this car.
That's pretty hard to believe.
Well, look, I don't care what the speedometer says,
I'm gonna make you an offer on a trade-in that you just won't be able to turn down.
Police?
Look, I just work here.
The stuff they pull up in the business office is none of my doing.
You got a beef?
Go see the boss.
Good-lookin' watch.
Thanks.
I'm here to talk about a Janice Caldwell.
Did she give you that watch?
Janice Caldwell was a friend of mine, Lieutenant.
Where were you Tuesday evening, Mr. Shoup, between 9:00 and midnight?
That was the night Janice was killed?
Tuesday evening.
I was right here until 9:30, that's when we close up.
As a matter of fact, Janice was supposed to pick me up.
When she didn't show up,
I gave her a call at her place, but there was no answer.
Figured I'd been stood up. So I...
There was no answer?
No, sir.
What time?
Around 9:30.
Go on.
Well, like I said, I figured I'd been stood up.
So I went out with a little bookkeeper we got here, had a couple of drinks across the street, went back to my place.
You can substantiate that?
She's right inside, Lieutenant.
Ask for Shirley.
That won't be necessary. Thank you very much.
You've been very helpful.
Lieutenant?
I'll give you $80 for it in a trade.
Excuse me, Commissioner. I'm sorry to bother you at home...
It's all right. Come in, Lieutenant.
Thank you, sir.
I know I was supposed to have the report at 6:00.
Let me tell you what happened.
My car let me down again.
They let me use another one.
Well?
Well, what?
Where is it, the report?
That's the problem.
I sat down in front of the typewriter and nothing happened.
Look, Columbo, I'm a little bit tired.
If you've come in here to bombard me with more of your screwball ideas...
May I explain the problem, sir?
Just give me a moment.
You've had a lot of experience.
You happen to know this woman
Mrs. Caldwell. She was your neighbor.
I thought maybe you could help me out with this thing.
I'm trying to figure it out.
If you could just give me a moment.
All right. Come on.
Thank you, sir.
You want a cognac?
No, thank you very much, sir. I want to keep my head clear.
This is complicated.
See whether or not you can help me with this.
Janice Caldwell died between 10:30 and 11:00.
Sometime after her husband spoke to her at 10:30 and sometime before you saw the burglar run out at 11:00.
Right?
That's correct.
That's why I can't start the report.
Why?
I get stuck in the beginning, the time of death.
What are you talking about, Columbo?
Janice Caldwell had a boyfriend.
She was supposed to meet him at 9:30.
That's an hour before she was supposed to have died.
She never showed up.
So she stood him up. So what?
Yeah, but the guy called her around 9:30, too, and there was no answer on the telephone.
I have to ask myself the question, why couldn't she answer the phone?
You know what I wrote down?
"Maybe she was dead already."
You follow my thinking?
Maybe she just didn't want to talk to the man.
Did that occur to you?
But she answered the phone later, when her husband called.
You see the contradiction.
If she didn't want to speak to her boyfriend at 9:30, why did she pick up the phone at 10:30?
But did she pick up the phone at 10:30?
Because her fingerprints were not on the telephone.
You see how confusing it gets.
That's why I keep going back to this.
"Maybe she was dead already."
'Cause if she's dead already, that explains everything.
That explains why she doesn't pick up her boyfriend.
That explains why she doesn't answer the phone.
And it explains why her fingerprints aren't on the phone.
Because if she was dead, her husband never spoke to her.
It was a fake call.
I specifically asked you this afternoon if you thought Caldwell had killed his wife.
And you said no, for what I thought was a very good reason.
Because he knew about the folded nightgown under the pillow.
I did say that, sir.
But in the light of these new developments, it occurred to me maybe he had an accomplice.
Listen, why couldn't he go out and hire somebody to run out of the house at 11:00, pretend to be a burglar.
Provide him with an alibi.
[Snickering] I see. I get it.
The next thing, I suppose, that you're gonna ask me to believe is this phantom accomplice, who never killed anybody in the first place, of course, comes back the next night to kill my wife.
Is that right? Is that the next step?
You know, Columbo, I really...
I really do admire your enthusiasm.
The force could use a 100 like you.
But this theory is a crock.
(Columbo) You think so, sir?
We are looking for a murderer who was a burglar, who panicked and killed two women.
Now, that's the theory we're gonna go on.
Is that clear?
That's an order.
Yes, sir.
All right.
Tomorrow morning, I want you to report to Lt. Duffy in the Robbery Division.
I want you to concentrate on his leads.
A little legwork and we'll have this man in a week,
I promise you.
The burglar?
Sir, in that connection,
I, uh, I spoke to a Mr. Wexler today...
Well, you're tired...
Not important.
Good night, sir.
Good night.
(dispatcher) 194. 194.
Come in, 194.
This is 194.
Lieutenant, we have a message for you from the Medical Examiner's office.
Can you patch me through?
Stand by.
Go ahead.
Doc, you wanted to talk to me?
(MacMurray) Columbo, I've got some bad news for you.
I checked Mrs. Halperin's lungs for traces of chlorine.
Just as I thought, no trace at all.
Yeah?
But I did find something that might interest you.
Trihydric alcohol glycerol and palmitic acid.
Say that again, Doc.
Soap, Lieutenant. Soap.
Find out what happened to Frankie Vale. Yes, sir.
Tell that probation guy
I want to see him by this afternoon. Yes, sir.
(Columbo) Lieutenant Duffy.
Oh, Columbo.
I'm having some problems.
Thought you would.
I spoke to the Commissioner last night.
He suggested that I report to you and maybe we could work together.
Well, it's nice to hear you have a little faith in us.
Come on inside, Columbo.
I thought maybe you could give me a line on some of the guys that you spoke to.
You know, the most likely suspects.
Take your pick.
But I'll tell you something, you won't find him in there.
You sure?
Columbo, these guys are like old friends.
Very placid and predictable types.
Now, what we're looking for is a younger guy, a guy with a violent temper.
Let me ask you something.
Leave out the last two murders.
Just concentrate on the first three robberies.
If you had your choice, which of these guys would you pick?
That's easy. The guy on top. Artie Jessup.
Artie's always my first choice when he's out on the streets, which isn't too often.
Take a look for yourself.
In and out of the joint since he was 20 years old.
That's almost 30 years of state hospitality, give or take a few vacations on the outside.
You know, I think old Artie prefers prison life.
He's very nervous out here with us civilians.
What about the M. O?
Fits a lot of guys, including Artie.
We've already talked to him. We can't hold him.
Why not?
Columbo, you said forget about the murders, right?
Artie has an alibi for both nights.
Mr. Jessup?
Do I know you?
I stopped by your place.
Your wife told me you were here.
My what?
My wife.
You got Scotch?
Yes, sir.
You like Scotch?
She wishes.
Give him some Scotch.
Thought maybe you could help me.
Suppose I wanted a few dollars for that.
Where did you find it, in a box of Cracker Jacks?
It's not real.
Come on, pal, what is this, some kind of hustle?
A cop.
I must be getting old.
I'm not from Robbery.
I'm from Homicide.
I'm investigating the killing of those two women in Bel Air.
Oh, no.
Oh, no.
You're not going to hang that one on me.
No way! No way!
Where's my jacket?
You wanna book me, go ahead, book me!
Where's my jacket?
You had nothin' to do with it.
Then what are you here for?
I had nothing to do with it.
You wanna know what I am here for?
Yeah.
Gimme this.
Sit down.
I don't wanna sit down.
May I sit down?
Go ahead.
You had nothing to do with it.
Now, the guys down at the Robbery detail they can't identify the burglar that committed those two murders.
That's what I'm here for.
I can't help you.
You haven't heard anything?
Nothing.
You're sure?
Do you know I'm afraid of Siamese cats?
One meow and I'm out of the door with my pockets empty.
Oh, look, Lieutenant, that guy who killed those women, he scares me.
I mean, he really scares me.
Look, I'm a professional, we both know that, right?
Otherwise you wouldn't be down here.
That guy what killed those women, he gives guys like me a bad name.
Right.
Look, Lieutenant, if I knew who that guy was, you think I wouldn't have called you guys a long time ago?
Right.
Would you rob a thing like this?
Are you kidding?
They'd laugh me off the cellblock.
All right, listen to me, Artie.
I got a problem. You can help me.
Me?
I think I know who killed those two women.
But I can't prove it.
(man) Hey, Artie, it's your old lady.
She says, get your tail home, you're taking her shopping'.
Tell that bag to go...
Tell her I'll be home in a little while.
You know who killed those women?
Come on, Hugh, make sense. Who wants money?
The man. The burglar.
The one who's been robbing all the houses around here.
That's ridiculous.
Mark, he's dead serious.
He's ready to go to the police if I don't pay him.
But how does he know you killed Janice?
(Hugh) I don't know. I don't know.
The point is that he knows.
I should've called the police the moment it happened.
You did call the police, my friend.
How much does he want?
I don't know. I don't know.
Said he'd tell me later today.
When are you supposed to meet him?
Uh, 4:30.
A bar at Fifth and Wall.
All right, meet him.
I'll be waiting nearby.
Find out what he wants, and we'll decide how to... how to deal with him.
All right, no violence.
Why, Hugh,
I'm no more violent than you are.
The cops are trying to pin those robberies on me.
But, you see, I didn't pull that job in your joint.
But I figure you know that already, don't you?
I don't know what you're talking about.
Don't hand me that.
I figure you killed your old lady and tried to pin it on me.
Well, I got news for you, pal, nobody makes Artie Jessup a patsy, you got it?
It's gonna cost you.
You still haven't given me proof.
I don't need any proof.
All I gotta do is go to cops and confess to those first three robberies and, you know what, all of a sudden, they look into the other two where the women were killed.
Now, what do you think?
I think they got you.
Hey, I don't mind one way or the other.
Bein' on the outside isn't all that great.
All my buddies are back there, so going back on a burglary rap,
I won't mind that a bit. Now, come on.
What's it going to be, pal?
Do I go to the cops, or do we work something out?
All right.
How much?
Good.
Well?
He wants $5,000 in small bills. Old money.
Nothing larger than a $50.
$5,000, is that all?
The man has no imagination.
When do you meet him?
Tomorrow afternoon, here.
Same time?
Right. Now, Mark, he's dead serious.
He says he knows your department has him under suspicion for those other robberies, but that they can't prove anything.
He's not a stupid man.
All right, now, I want you to get the money from the bank.
I want you to be here tomorrow at the same time.
Mark, we can't start paying him.
He's just gonna want more.
Just leave him to me.
You keep your mouth shut and don't admit to anything.
We're gonna be just fine.
Both of us.
Oh, Columbo. What are you doing here?
Oh, good morning, sir.
Good morning.
Lt. Duffy is out on call. I'm using his office.
What's the matter with your office?
Well, I was going through these file folders.
These are the prime suspects in the robberies and Duffy didn't want the folders out of his office.
I wanna tell you something.
I'm doing it just exactly the way you suggested.
I'm concentrating my efforts on the robbery aspects of this crime, and you're right.
I think the answer lies right in here somewhere.
Good.
Good.
Okay, well, maybe I'll take a glance at these myself again.
I didn't get a very good look at that man the night he ran from the Caldwell house.
Still you never know, do you?
That's a good thought.
Sometimes something just clicks into place.
Well, on the other hand,
I've been through these a dozen times.
I don't think they can help me any.
That's a good thought, too, sir.
No sense wasting your time on a dead end.
(Mark) You keep at it, though, huh?
If you come up with anything, let me know.
Do you, uh...
Do you mind?
Be my guest.
Easy. Easy.
Under the table.
Gonna count it?
I trust you.
If it's short, you can always make it up in the next payment.
The next payment?
You said...
I said a lot of things, Mr. Caldwell.
One thing I forgot to tell you was that...
I'm a chronic liar.
(Duffy) Sure they're in there, sir?
Positive.
Caldwell is meeting him on my instructions.
Catch this man Jessup with the money, we'll have our killer.
(Duffy) Okay?
(policeman) Okay.
All right. Move.
(Artie) Take it easy.
(officer) You want it the hard way?
(Artie) Take it easy!
What are you trying to do, break my head?
What is this?
(Mark) It's called blackmail, Jessup.
First you rob this man's house, you kill two women, then you've got the gall to try blackmail.
Get out! You don't have any proof.
We'll have it. As soon as we search your apartment.
Which we'll do right now.
Columbo, Duffy, come with me. We'll need one squad car.
Commissioner, we need a warrant before we can search that apartment.
We already got one. You want to check it?
Yes, sir, that's fine.
I think you're making a mistake.
I'll prove to you, I'm not.
All right, take this man down and book him.
Mr. Caldwell will give you his statement.
Let's go.
Commissioner, I believe you are making a mistake here, sir.
I don't believe Jessup killed either of these women, particularly your wife.
(Mark) Don't be ridiculous.
I saw it, he threw her in the pool.
There were other witnesses.
(Duffy) Could you bring the keys up, please?
Right away, huh?
Sir.
(Duffy) He's on his way up, Commissioner.
Thank you.
Sir, I realize that your wife appeared to die in the pool.
Actually she died in the bathtub.
What are you talking about?
Right this way, please. Right this way.
Room 13.
It was the water in her lungs.
Commissioner.
The water in her lungs. There were traces of soap.
Duffy, check that bathroom. You, get the kitchen.
You see, sir, as soon as I saw the body,
I knew right away something was wrong.
You did, huh?
Check behind that stove, get under the sink there.
I knew something was wrong because of her outfit.
What she was wearing, the tear in her dress.
You see, I had asked myself the question.
Why does a woman go to an important testimonial dinner knowing that her sleeve is torn?
Got a whole closet full of nice clothes.
The one thing that I knew, she was not on her way to the dinner when she was drowned.
So, now it follows, she must have been drowned earlier.
Now I find out about the soap.
That places it in the bathtub.
You see, a couple of hours before her body was dropped into the pool, somebody drowned her and somebody dressed her.
The Medical Examiner's report set the time of death at 7:30, Columbo.
Yes, sir.
But that was based on your eyewitness testimony.
Now, I spoke to him.
He said it could just as easily have happened a couple of hours earlier.
All right. Suppose she did die in the bathtub.
Jessup surprised and killed her.
He dressed the body and threw it in the pool to make it look accidental.
No, sir, that's not possible.
You know why?
You see, the bathroom, the bathtub, the faucet itself, everything was bone dry.
Including the towels, not even slightly moist.
That was the first thing I checked, sir.
Now, she had to have drowned before 6:00 maybe even before 5:00, otherwise it wouldn't have been that dry.
Long before Jessup got there.
As a matter of fact, just about the time that you came home for supper.
Commissioner.
I believe you killed your wife.
And I believe you either killed Janice Caldwell or you're covering up for it.
You just lost your badge, my friend.
Come on, come on, keep digging.
(Duffy) Yes, sir.
At first, I thought Mr. Caldwell was responsible, but that didn't work out because of the nightgown business.
And then the next night when your wife was killed, and you had that terrific alibi, it suddenly hit me.
You were in it together and you tried to blame Artie Jessup.
And the truth is that Jessup was nowhere near either house either night.
(Duffy) Commissioner.
He wasn't, huh?
All right, how do you explain these?
Janice Caldwell's jewels.
I can explain it.
You took them from the Caldwell house, you hid 'em, and today you planted 'em here to incriminate Mr. Jessup.
You're crazy, you can't prove anything like that.
Sgt. Randall?
(Randall) Here, sir.
You.
Commissioner Halperin says he found these jewels under your mattress.
That's crazy.
You're a liar.
Hey, I don't even live here.
What?
I can verify that, sir.
He doesn't live here. I live here.
These are my shirts. That's my underwear.
My brother-in-law.
That's my nephew, my niece.
I haven't lived here long. Just moved in.
You see, the apartment was vacant for three weeks.
I just signed the lease.
You looked in the closet.
Those were my pajamas and my bathrobe.
The file folder, the... the report on the desk.
Yes, sir, I'll have to take responsibility for that.
You see, I persuaded Mr. Jessup to telephone Mr. Caldwell, knowing that Caldwell would contact you.
I was sure that once you knew the true identity of the burglar, you'd try and incriminate him.
So this morning, very early, just after I signed the lease,
I made up a new file folder on Mr. Jessup.
Everything was the same except this address.
Only one person, beside myself, knew this address.
That was you, sir.
That's all.
I think once your friend, Mr. Caldwell, understands the situation, he'll fill in some missing pieces.
Papa and his daughter Edna
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SKATING
"I'am having a skate party tonight. Won't you come?"
"You must come to my party and bring a friend."
"An Old Sweetheart"
"I want you to meet my friend, so do come."
"Sir Cecil will be at the party, Papa!"
"The Party"
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"THE CABINET OF DR. CALIGARI" Act 1
"Spirits surround us on every side - they have driven me from hearth and home, from wife and child."
"She is my bride..."
"What she and I have experienced is yet more remarkable than the story you have told me."
I will tell you...
"In the small town, where I was born..." "...a traveling fair had arrived."
"Him..."
"My friend, Alan..."
Come to the HOLSTENWALL FAIR! WONDERS! MARVELS!
"Come, Francis-- let's go to the fair."
"The Town-Clerk is in a bad mood today."
Dr. Caligari
"Wait!"
"Wait!"
"I want a permit to operate my show at the Fair."
"What kind of a show is it?"
"A somnambulist."
Step up! See the amazing CESARE, the SOMNAMBULIST!"
End of Act 1 Act 2
That night the first of a strange series of crimes occurred.
...Murder!
"A stab wound from a strange object caused the death of the Town-Clerk..."
Behold for the first time... Cesare, the somnambulist!
Cesare the miraculous!
He is about to wake up from his rigor mortis... before your very own eyes.
Don't miss this!"
"Wake up, Cesare!
I, Caligari, your master, command you!"
"Ladies and gentlemen! Cesare knows all secrets. Ask him to look into your future."
"How long shall I live?"
"Until dawn!"
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"Alan, we both love her,
but no matter who she chooses, let us remain friends."
Night...
End of Act 2
Act 3
"Herr Francis! Herr Francis! Herr Alan is dead - murdered!"
"The prophecy of the somnambulist? !"
"I will not rest until I have solved this mystery!"
"I shall ask the police for permission to examine the somnambulist."
A murderer!"
"Wake him!"
HOLSTENWALL MURDERER CAUGHT Attempts Third Killing
End of Act 3
Act 4
Anxious about the long absence of her father...
"I swear I have nothing to do with the two murders. So help me god."
"It's true that I tried to kill the old woman..."
"...and I thought they would blame the mysterious murderer again..."
"Is my father, Dr. Olsen, here..."
After the funeral...
Night...
Cesare!
"It can't have been Cesare. I've been watching him for hours, asleep in his box."
End of Act 4
Act 5
"Is the prisoner safe in his cell?"
"Let me see him"
Madhouse
"Do you have a patient named Doctor Caligari?"
"You may want to ask the director of the institute directly."
"But... HE is Caligari!"
While Caligari is sleeping in his mansion...
"He's asleep."
SOMNAMBULISM A Collection from Upsala University Published in the year 1726
"His special studies."
The Cabinet of Dr. Caligari In the year 1703, a mystic named Caligari visited the small towns
Of Northern Italy traveling around with his somnambulist named Cesare.
For months he caused great panic in town after town by repeated occurences of murder committed always under the same circumstances.
He ordered his somnambulist, who he had brought completely under his control to carry out his adventurous plans.
To evade any suspicion, Caligari put a puppet which resembled the somnambulist into the wooden box in which the somnambulist used to sleep.
My diary
March 12th At Last... At last...
A somnambulist was admitted to the asylum this morning.
...Afternoon.
Now nothing stands in the way of my long cherished ambition. At last I can put the Caligari theory to the test - -
I now shall soon know if this patient can be compelled to perform deeds he would shrink from in his normal waking state.
Can he be made to commit murder?
Obsessions.
"I must know...
I must understand his secret.
I must become Caligari!"
You must become Caligari
You must become Caligari
You must become Caligari
CALIGARI
CALIGARI
CALIGARI
End of Act 5
Act 6
"The sleeper has been found dead in the ravine."
"Put down your mask - You are DOCTOR CALIGARI!"
"From this day on this raving madman has not left his cell."
"See, there is Cesare. Do not let him prophesize for you, or you will die!"
"Jane, I love you - will you marry me?"
"We who are of royal blood may not follow the wishes of our hearts."
"You all think I am insane. It is not true. It is the director who is insane!"
"He is Caligari! Caligari..."
"At last I recognise his mania. He believes me to be the mythical Caligari. But I think I know how to cure him now."
THE END subtitles by humankebap
Submission
O Allah, as I lie here wounded, my spirit broken
I hear in my head the judge's voice as he pronounces me guilty.
The sentence I've to serve is in your words:
"The woman and the man guilty of adultery or fornication flog each of them with a hundred stripes;
let no compassion move you in their case, in a matter prescribed by Allah, if ye believe in Allah and the Last Day;
and let a party of the believers witness their punishment"
Two years ago, on a sunny day, while on the souk my eyes were caught by those of Rahman, the most handsome man I have ever met.
After that day, I couldn't help but notice his presence whenever I went to the marketplace.
I was thrilled when I learned that his appearance on the bazaar was not a coincidence.
One day he suggested we meet in secret, and I said, 'Yes'.
As the months went by our relationship deepened.
What is more, out of our love a new life started to grow.
Our happiness did not go unnoticed and before long, envious eyes gave way to malicious tongues;
'Let's ignore these people', Rahman and I said to each other, 'and trust in Allah's mercy'.
Naive, young and in love perhaps, but we thought that your holiness was on our side.
Rahman and I shared affection, trust and a deep respect for each other, how could Allah disapprove?
Why would he?
When I was sixteen my father broke the news to me in the kitchen.
"You are going to marry Aziz;
he is from a virtuous family and he will take good care of you".
My wedding day was more of a celebration of my families than of mine.
Once in my marital home my husband approached me,
Ever since then I recoil from his touch,
I am repulsed by his smell, even if he has just had a bath.
Yet, O Allah I obey his command sanctioned by your words
I let him take me each time I push him away he quotes you:
"They ask thee concerning women's courses
Say: they are a hurt and a pollution
So keep away from women in their courses, and do not approach them until they are clean
But when they have purified themselves,
Ye may approach them in any manner, time or place ordained for you by Allah
For Allah loves those who turn to him constantly
And he loves those who keep themselves pure and clean."
O Allah, most high
You say that 'men are the protectors and maintainers of women, because, you have given the one more (strength) than the other'.
I feel, at least once a week the strength of my husband's fist on my face.
O Allah most high
Life with my husband is hard to bear, but I submit my will to you
My husband supports me from his means, therefore I am devoutly obedient, and I guard in my husband's absence what you would have me guard.
But my husband, maintainer and protector, fears disloyalty and ill conduct on my part;
he accuses me of being ungrateful to him;
He always finds a reason to doubt my loyalty to him
And after a series of threats and warnings he starts to beat me.
O Allah, most gracious, most merciful.
Just as you demand of the believing woman I lower my gaze, and guard my modesty.
I never display my beauty and ornaments; not even my face or hands.
I never strike with my feet in order to draw attention to my hidden ornaments, not even at parties.
I never go out of the house unless it is absolutely necessary;
and then only with my father's permission.
When I do go out I draw my veil over my bosom as you wish.
Once in a while I sin.
I fantasize about feeling the wind through my hair or the sun on my skin, perhaps on the beach.
I day-dream about an extended journey through the world, imagining all the places and people's out there.
Of course, I shall never see these places or meet many people because it is so important to guard my modesty in order to please you, O Allah.
So I cheerfully do as you say and cover my body from head to toe except while I am in the house and with family members only.
In general I am happy with my life.
However, things have changed since my father's brother, Hakim is staying with us.
He waits till I am alone at home and comes to my room.
Then he orders me to do things to him, touch him in places most intimate.
Since he is with us I took to the habit of wearing the veil inside in order to deter him.
That doesn't stop him though.
Twice now he unveiled me, ripped my inner garments and raped me.
When I told my mother she said she would take it up with my father.
But my father ordered her - and me - not to question his brother's honour.
I experience pain each time my uncle comes to see me.
I feel caged, like an animal waiting for slaughter.
I am filled with guilt and shame;
and I feel abandoned, yet I am surrounded by family and friends.
Hakim is gone, now that he knows that I am pregnant.
The verdict that killed my faith in love is in your holy book.
Faith in you..., submission to you... feels like... is self betrayal.
O Allah, giver and taker of life.
You admonish all who believe to turn towards you in order to attain bliss.
I have done nothing my whole life but turn to you.
And now that I pray for salvation, under my veil, you remain silent like the grave I long for.
[ Opening Title ] A picture with a smile - and perhaps, a tear.
Charity Hospital for the wretched poor and downtrodden.
The women - whose sin was motherhood.
Alone.
The Man.
His morning promenade.
Awkward ass.
Pardon me, you dropped something.
What's its name?
John.
Five years later...
Put the quarter in the gas meter.
You know what streets we worked today?
All's well...
Job number 13.
Off duty.
The women - now a star of great prominence. Congratulations on your performance last night.
Professor Guido, impresario.
Read what critics say...
Wonderful! Charity - to some a duty, to others a joy.
Enter - his brother.
You wicked boy.
Go lick im.
If your kid beats my brother, then I'm going to beat you.
Remember - if he smites you on one cheek, offer him the other. A successful retreat..
Oh well, I guess he's not in.
This child is ill.
Get a doctor at once.
I must go now, But I'll return.
The country doctor.
Say Ah.
Louder!
Are you the father of this child?
Well - practically.
Explain yourself.
This child needs proper care and attention.
I'll attend to the matter.
September the 1st - Convalescence September the 4th
Ask him where the kid is.?
Ask him if he's got any belongings. Tell him it's none of his business.
Night.
Management not responsible for valuables stolen.
You don't charge for a baby in arms?
$1000 Reward - lost child wanted.
Boy - age 5 last seen with a little man with large flat feet and small mustache.
If he or any other person will bring the child to Police headquarters the above reward will be paid.
No questions asked. H. Grafton Chief of Police. Dawn.
Dreamland.
Shopping.
Off for a spin.
Sin creeps in.
Welcome to our city.
The trouble begins.
Vamp him.
Innocence.
Getting flighty.
Her sweetheart arrives.
Jealousy.
The End.
A chronicle of the Great Death of Wisborg in the year 1838 A.D.
Nosferatu!
Does not this name sound like the very midnight call of Death?
Speak it not aloud, or life's pictures will turn to pale shadows, and nightmares will rise up to feed on your blood.
I have long meditated on the rise and fall of the Great Death in my home town of Wisborg.
Here is the story:
In Wisborg there lived a man called Hutter with his young wife Ellen...
"Why have you destroyed them - the beautiful flowers?"
"Not so hasty, my young friend!
No one escapes his destiny."
There was also a house agent called Knock, a strange man, and the center of much gossip. One thing was sure: he paid his people well.
"Count Orlok - His Grace - from Transylvania - wants to buy a beautiful house - in our little town..."
"You could make a nice bit of money."
"You will have a marvellous jorney - What matter if it costs you a bit of pain - or even a little blood?"
"He wants a handsome deserted house..."
"That house - just opposite yours.
Offer him that!"
"Leave at once, my young friend.
Have a quick journey into the land of phantoms!"
"I may be away for several month, dear Ellen, away in a country of ghosts and robbers."
Thus Hutter gave the grief-stricken woman into the care of his friends, the rich shipbuilder Harding and Ruth, his sister.
"Do not fear."
From relay to relay, through the dust raised by the stages, Hutter hurried on until the peaks of the Carpathian mountains loomed up ahead.
"My dinner - quickly - I must hasten to Count Orlok's castle!"
"You must leave now! The evil spirits become all-powerful after dark!"
The Book of the Vampires
From the seed of Relial came the vampire Nosferatu which liberty and feedeth on the blood of mankind and abideth, unredeemed, in horrible Darkness, on the cursed earth from the graveyards of the Black Death.
Nosferatu, a name that ringeth like the cry of a bird of prey.
"Drive on!
The sun is setting!"
"We will go no further! Not for a fortune!"
"We will go no further!
Here begins the land of the phantoms!"
And when he had crossed the bridge, the phantoms came to meet him.
"You are late, young man.
It is almost midnight. My servants have all retired."
"Blood!
Your precious blood!"
"Shall we stay up together for awhile? It is a long time until sunrise during the day, my friend, I truly sleep the deepest sleep."
As soon as the sun rose Hutter felt himself freed from the shadows of the night.
Do not grieve because your beloved is far away the mosquitoes are reals pests.
I have been stung at the neck by two at once, very close together, one on each side...
One's dreams are heavy in this deserted castle, but do not fear...
With twilight the empty castle came alive again with menacing shadows.
"Your wife has a beautiful neck..."
"I shall take the house - the handsome deserted house opposite yours..."
From the seed of Relial came the vampire Nosferatu which liveth and feedeth on the blood of mankind and abideth, unredeemed, in horrible Darkness, on the cursed earth from the graveyards of the Black Death.
At night said Nosferatu sinketh his fangs into victim and feeds on the blood that constitues his hellish elixir of life.
At the same hour...
"Ellen!"
"Fetch a doctor...a doctor!"
"Thomas!"
"A harmless blood condition!"
The doctor described Ellen's anxietes as if the had been trifles. But I know that in that night her soul had heard the call of death.
Already, Nosferatu was raising his wings.
And Hutter, far away, had heard her cry of warning.
"Ellen! Ellen!"
The raftsmen little suspected what terrible cargo they carried down the valley.
"The peasants brought him into the hospital yesterday. They said he fell from a mountain.
He is still feverish."
"Coffins..."
Nosferatu was on the way, and with him catastrophe approached Wisborg.
Professor Bulwer, who studied the secrets of nature, later told me about it.
The Empusa was chartered and carried his coffins filled with earth.
The ship must set sail this night.
Cargo for Empusa Destination: Wisborg
At the same time, professor Bulwar explained to his pupils the cruelty of carnivorous plants.
Nature's secrets were revealed to horrified eyes.
Is it not...
like a vampire!
Already, Nosferatus's drawing near seemed to affect Knock, the house agent.
"The patient who was brought in yesterday has gone out of his mind!"
"Blood is life!
Blood is life!"
"And this one..."
"...a polyp with tentacles..."
"Transparent - almost without substance..."
"No more than a phantom..."
"Spiders-"
Ellen was often seen alone among the dunes. Longing for her beloved, she searched the waves and the distant horizon.
One's dreams are heavy in this deserted castle, but do not fear...
I am leaving immediately to return to Wisborg - and to you.
"No I have to get away - reach home by the shortest possible way!"
New Plague Baffles Science
"A sailor has fallen ill below deck. He is talking in a fever."
Like an epidemic it spread over the entire ship.
The first sailor who had shown the symptoms was followed by the entire crew into the dark grave of the waters.
In the light of the setting sun the captain and his first mate said farewell to the last of their companions.
"I shall go down!
If I haven't come up again within ten minutes..."
The ship of death had a new captain
It is a difficult to imagine how young Hutter, his energies sadly dectimated, managed to surmoung the difficulties of his homeward journey.
At the same time, driven by the fatal breath of the vampire, the vessel moved rapidly toward the Baltic.
"I must go to him.
He is approaching!"
The Master is coming!
The Master is here!"
I have given much thought to the notion that Nosferatu travelled with coffins filled with earth.
Then I discovered that vampires draw their shadowy power from the cursed ground in which they are buried.
"I have examined everything - there is no living soul on board."
Varna-July 12.
Crew, apart from myself, the captain-one helmsman, one mate, and five sailors. Departing for the Dardanellas.
2nd day: July 13.
One sailor has contracted a fever. Course: SSW.
Direction of wind:
3nd day: July 14.
Mate has begun to hallicunate, says a strange passenger is below deck. Course: SE.
Direction of wind: NE. Volume of wind:3.6
10th day: 22 July.
Passed Gibraltar - Panic on board - Three men dead already - mate out of his mind
"The plague is upon us! Go home! Shut all your windows and doors!"
All citizens are notified that the honourable magistrate of this town prohibits the moving of plague-victims into hospitals to prevent the plague from spreading through the streets.
Hutter had made Ellen promise not to touch the book which had given him such terrifying hallucinations.
Yet she was unable to withstand its strange fascination.
One can recognize that mark of the vampire by the trace of his fangs on the victim's throat.
"Look!
Every night, in front of me..."
Panic seized the people.
Who was sick or dying?
Who would be stricken tomorrow?
"I shall run over there quickly.
I shall get Sievers..."
Wherefore there is no salvation therefrom except that a woman pure in heart were to make the vampire forget the cock's first crowing.
Of her own free will would she have to give him her blood.
The panic-stricken town was looking for a scape-goat. It chose Knock.
"They saw him escape - he strangled his keeper!"
"He strangled him! The vampire!"
"Bulwer!
Fetch Bulwer!"
"Master!
Master!
Beware!"
"The master...is...dead."
"Thomas!"
And the miracle shall be told in truth.
At that very hour the Great Death ceased and the shadow of the empire vanished as if overcome by the victorious rays of the living sun.
The End
PART ONE
THE MEN AND THE MAGGOTS
"Revolution is war.
"Of all the wars known in history
"it is the only lawful, rightful, " just, and truly
"great war...
"In Russia
"this war has been declared and begun."
Lenin, 1905
Sailors Matyushenko and Vakulinchuk.
We, the sailors of "Potemkin", must support our brothers the workers.
We must stand in the front ranks of the revolution!
The men slept heavily after the watch.
Watchful but clumsy.
It is easy to vent one's rage on a recruit.
There's a limit to what a man can take.
Vakulintchuk.
The time has come for us to speak out.
What are we waiting for?
All of Russia has risen.
Are we to be the last to do so?
On the following morning.
We've had enough rotten meat!
It's not fit for pigs!
Ship's doctor Smirnov.
The meat could crawl overboard on its own!
Those are not worms.
They are only maggots.
Wash them out with brine.
Russian POW's in Japan are fed better!
We've had enough rotten meat!
Stop that talk! It's good meat.
Gilyarovsky, a senior officer.
Boiling soup.
The men seethed with rage.
The ship's store.
The men refused to eat the soup.
Give us this day... our daily bread.
PART TWO
DRAMA IN THE HARBOUR
All hands on deck!
Ship's captain Golikov.
All who enjoyed their soup,
step forward!
The pretty officers.
Step back!
I'll string the rest of you up on the yard!
Call the guard!
Matyusshenko instructed the men to meet by the turret.
To the turret!
To the turret!
To the turret!
Shipmates!
It's time.
Most of the men gathered by the turret.
Halt!
Stay where you are!
The men tried to escape through the Admiral's hatch.
Back!
The hatch is not for the likes of you.
I'll shoot you down like dogs!
Cover them with tarpaulin.
Aye-aye, sir!
Cover them!
Attention!
Bring the unruly to reason, O Lord...
At the tarpaulin.
Vakulinchuck decided to act.
Fire!
Brothers!
Who are you shooting at?
The rifles wavered.
Fire!
Fire!
Fire, you swine!
Take your rifles, mates!
Let those blackguards have it!
Give it to them!
Remember the Lord!
Out of my way!
He's gone to feed the fishes!
We've won, mates!
The frenzied officer pursued the wounded Vakulinchuk.
Vakulinchuk is overboard!
Save Vakulinchuk!
He who was the first to call for an uprising fell at the hands of a butcher.
To the shore.
Odessa.
A tent on the new pier
Vakulinchuk's last moorings.
Killed for a plate of soup.
PART THREE
A DEAD MAN CALLS FOR JUSTICE
A mist spread over the sea.
A rumour spread from the pier...
The news reached town with the sunrise.
There's an uprising on the "Potemkin"...
An uprising!
And a dead sailor
is lying on the shore.
We won't forget!
Killed for a plate of soup.
"People of Odessa!
"Here lies Vakulinchuk a sailor, brutally
"murdered by an officer of the battleship "Potemkin".
"Prince of Tauride."
"Death to the opressors!
"We shall take revenge!
The ship's crew.
Eternal glory to those who died for the revolution!
All for one!
And one for all.
Down with the butchers!
Down with tsarism!
Mothers, sisters, brothers!
Let nothing divide us!
Kill the Jews!
Shoulder to shoulder.
The land is ours!
The future is ours!
Delegates from Odessa.
We must deal the enemy a decisive blow.
Together with the workers of Russia
we shall fight and win!
Odessa followed the progress of the uprising...
PART FOUR
THE ODESSA STAIRCASE
Odessa was with the sailors.
Boats streamed to the battleship.
Suddenly...
Let's go and talk them out of it.
Do you hear that?
!
Don't shoot!
My boy is very ill.
The Cossacks.
The ship's guns roared in reply to the massacre.
The target - the Odessa Opera House.
At the enemy stronghold!
THE MEETING WITH THE SQUADRON
Stormy meetings went on all day.
Odessa awaits her liberators!
If you land, the troops will join you.
The flag squadron is moving on us.
The "Potemkin" prepared To meet the squadron.
Night fell, a night fraught with anxiety.
The squadron approached in the dark.
The men were silent.
Squadron sighted!
All hands on deck!
To action stations!
Full steam ahead!
Meet them head on!
Full steam ahead!
The "Potemkin" was escorted By destroyer 267.
The attack began!
The squadron bore down on the battleship.
Signal to them to join us!
Join us!
The enemy is within firing range!
All against one.
One against all.
Will they... open fire?
Brothers!
Hurrah!
A thunderous hurrah rang out.
The "Potemkin" passed through the squadron, the flag of freedom fluttering over her.
THE END
Subtitles by Ankit Bhageria
In the great Gold Rush, Alaska was the hope and dream of men, the ruthless siren of the Far North, beckoning thousands to her icy bosom.
Beckoning thousands to her unknown regions.
Chilkoot Pass was the great barrier to the gold fields.
Over this Pass men faced untold misery and hardship.
Many lost their lives.
Some fell by the wayside, others lost courage and turned back.
But the brave went on.
Far into the icy north, deep into the silent nowhere, came an undaunted lone prospector.
And somewhere in that nowhere was another lone prospector.
With cheerful optimism our little Columbus descended, then stopped, stepped, slipped and slid.
"Now let me see," thought the little fellow.
"Before I know where I am, I must get there."
There in that frozen wilderness a dream came true, and a lone voice shrieked into the solemn sky,
"Eureka!
I've found it, a mountain of gold!"
But the elements laughed, roared and thundered.
In that raging nowhere was a lone cabin, and another lone man, Black Larson, an unmitigated, predatory scoundrel.
Out of the lashing storm came the Little Fellow to find shelter and perhaps a little hospitality.
There he sat, resting his weary bones as the icy wind howled through the knothole.
"Come here," said Larson.
"What are you doing?"
"Eating, obviously."
"Get out."
"Go on!"
"Get out!"
The wind also was giving Big Jim his troubles.
Big Jim was the noble type. He had suffered.
Oh, how he loved to suffer. He suffered about everything.
"Get out," said Black Larson.
"Or I'll fill you both full of lead."
"Now then, the pair of you, get out!"
"Out!"
That kind of noise Jim don't tolerate.
"I'll stay right here, understand?"
"Right here," said Big Jim.
"Yes, sir, he'll stay right here," said the Little Fellow.
"Understand?
We stay right here."
And stay they did, for days and nights.
Two men walked and never talked, hunger gnawed their bones.
"I must have food!" yelled Big Jim.
"I must have food!"
"What are you eating?" said Black Larson.
"Nothing."
"Open your mouth!"
"Liar!
It's that candle."
"That?" said the Little Fellow. "How revolting."
"If I thought you were holding out on me, I'd slit your gizzard!"
"One of us must brave that storm, if we're to get food."
"Come here, the pair of you."
"We'll cut the cards and the low man goes."
"You're the man," said Jim.
"Goodbye, good luck."
"Don't forget to bring home the bacon."
Somewhere in that nowhere, the law was looking for Black Larson.
Desperate with hunger and here it was Thanksgiving Day.
Nevertheless there was something to be thankful for.
"Not quite done yet, give it two more minutes."
"Come on, come on," said Big Jim.
After scouring the country for food, the Little Fellow had to admit he had seen nothing, not even a field mouse.
From the pangs of hunger,
Big Jim was becoming delirious, hysterical.
In fact he was a pain in the neck.
"Food, food!" he thundered.
"I can put another shoe in the pot."
"No, no, anything but that!"
Poor Jim, he couldn't take it.
"What's the matter?" said the Little Fellow.
"I thought you were a chicken."
"Well, build up the fire," said Big Jim.
"What's the matter with you?" said the Little Fellow.
"Come, my pretty bird," said Big Jim.
"Don't be childish."
"Hey, quit it. Don't be foolish, it's me!"
"You!" said Jim.
"I'm sorry.
I must be crazy."
"You're telling me," said the Little Fellow.
"You go inside.
I'll take the gun in case you lose it."
Chicken or no chicken, the Little Fellow looks appetizing to Big Jim.
Meanwhile Black Larson stumbled onto Big Jim's mountain of gold.
Then came the parting of the ways,
Big Jim to his mine, our hero to his fate.
"Goodbye," said the Little Fellow.
"It's been a great pleasure knowing you."
Treachery awaited Big Jim at his mountain of gold.
Big Jim looked deep into the eyes of Black Larson and saw there the soul of a skunk.
Caught in a maelstrom of desperate deeds,
Black Larson swept on to impending doom.
And out of a dream in that frozen waste, a city grew.
And humanity warmed it with living, loving and desiring.
Georgia.
Jack was a ladies' man.
Georgia was quick and impulsive, proud and independent.
In the evening Georgia worked as a dancehall girl.
Jack had lots of appeal for Georgia.
Perhaps that's why she resented him.
Out of the night came the Little Fellow, towards the dancehall, that beacon light of pleasure, that retreat of lost dreams.
"Georgia, why aren't you nice to Jack?"
"I believe he really likes you," said the girl.
"He likes everybody," said Georgia quite audibly.
"I'm bored with this place," she continued.
"I'd give it all up if I could find someone honest and worthwhile."
"Don't worry, I'll find him someday."
Then she turned and looked and looked and looked.
"Kinda fresh, ain't ya?" thought Jack.
"Get down off that high horse."
"Me and you are gonna dance."
"Hey there, pan out a tune."
"Just a moment, I said we're gonna dance."
"I beg your pardon," said Georgia.
To show her utter contempt for Jack, she picked out the most deplorable looking tramp in the dancehall.
"Hey you, come here."
"Yes, you.
Do you want to dance?"
"You see, I'm very particular about whom I dance with."
And there he stood, the dauntless cavalier, guarding... her sanctuary.
"If you wanna make a hit with your lady friend,"
"you should put your hat on straight, like this!"
"Take that you... Ouch!"
"Huh! Very good."
"Didn't know me own strength," said the Little Fellow.
Hank Curtis' cabin was a stone's throw from the dancehall.
Hank was a mining engineer who lived alone and occasionally went on long expeditions into the Far North.
Hank was kind and human, and our hero cold and hungry, and the beans smelled good and the coffee was steaming hot.
So the Little Fellow devised a way of getting breakfast.
Big Jim recovered from the blow he received from Black Larson but lost his memory.
Hank's partner arrives.
Both are ready to leave on a long expedition.
Hank informs his partner that the Little Fellow is to look after the cabin while he's away.
"Goodbye," said Hank. "And don't forget to feed the mule."
Since that night in the dancehall the Little Fellow hadn't seen Georgia, but an incident was to bring them together again.
There she stood, her loveliness lighting the room, filling his soul with the music of romance for which he was so ill-fitted.
As she introduced her friends, his heart began to sing.
As they warmed up by the stove, he excused himself to get firewood.
And in that cabin his secret was revealed, his love for Georgia.
And the girls giggled and laughed, perhaps in order to hide their pity.
For in the world of the dancehall it wasn't wise for the girls to reveal their hearts.
And so they thought they'd have a little fun with him.
There in the gloaming they sat, their faces alight with mischief, but all the while his heart was singing.
And so she fooled and flirted and stroked his hair.
He knew she was fooling, but he was happy.
For she was near him, holding his hand, smiling at him.
"Nice place you have here," said Georgia.
"I hope you will invite us again."
What if she were fooling?
He was enjoying the warmth of her attention.
And the lady was enjoying the warmth of his chair.
And now she was leaving.
The light of her loveliness would be gone.
And he would be left with an emptiness, to return to his bleak, lonely existence.
"Pardon me," said the Little Fellow,
"But, uh..." He was lost for words.
"Would you really like to come again?"
"Of course," said Georgia. "What do you say, girls?"
"We'll come for dinner New Year's Eve," said the ladies.
"Very well," said Georgia.
"We'll come to dinner New Year's Eve."
Of course at that moment Georgia would forget her gloves!
For the next few days the Little Fellow hustled and shoveled in order to buy that New Year's dinner.
The eve of a new year. New hopes and new dreams.
And there was Georgia, caressing him with her smiles and tender glances.
And the girls called for a speech.
But he was too happy to speak.
All that mattered was Georgia was there.
Georgia!
So he muttered and stuttered and finally said,
"I can't make a speech but I'll do a dance."
And a dance he did, with the rolls.
Should auld acquaintance be forgot
And never brought to mind
Should auld acquaintance be forgot
And days of auld lang syne
For auld lang syne My dear
For auld lang...
In the midst of all their revelry the vague memory of a promise crept into Georgia's mind.
"Let's go up and visit the Little Fellow," she said.
"We'll have some fun with him," said Jack.
"We'll send Georgia in first, then give him a scare."
"Oh, forget it," said Jack.
"How about giving me a little attention?"
A day or so later in the Recorder's office,
Big Jim tried to convince the assayers that he had a mountain of gold.
"Where is this place?" they said.
But Big Jim's memory had failed him.
All he knew was that it was near the cabin.
"The cabin, that's it!"
"f I could find my way to the cabin I could find the mine."
"But I can't remember."
"Hey!" said Jack, "Georgia's been looking for you."
The Little Fellow knew otherwise.
How dare that cad mention her name so lightly?
For two pins he'd give him another thrashing.
However being a little underweight he would ignore the insult.
But it was true. Georgia had been looking for him.
Georgia had written him a letter.
And as he went looking for Georgia, so Big Jim went looking for him.
"You, you!" said Big Jim.
"You!
The very man I've been looking for!"
"The cabin, the cabin!
Where is it?"
"Answer me, I say!"
"Can't you speak, man?
Tell me!"
"Where's the cabin?
Where is it?"
"At last I shall find my mountain of gold."
"To your feet man, quick!"
"You're coming with me!"
"Take me to the cabin and I'll make you a millionaire!"
"Georgia!
Just a moment," said the Little Fellow.
"Georgia, you don't have to explain. I understand."
"I love you. I'll take you away from this life."
"I'm going away, and when I return,"
"I shall come back."
Exhausted and footweary, they arrived at the cabin.
"Ah!" said Big Jim, "it won't be long now."
"Bring in the eats and tomorrow we'll start for the mine.
"Here, take a swig of this. It'll put hair on your topcoat."
"My, this is a heavy lamb chop," said the Little fellow.
Then fate - it's always fate - played its little joke, and again the elements laughed, roared and thundered, but through it all our heroes soundly slumbered.
Then came the dawn.
The Little Fellow awoke, blissfully ignorant of what happened the night before, but feeling definitely conscious of "the morning after".
"Oh well, may as well tidy up and get breakfast."
"This is the worst liver attack I've ever had."
"Feel that rocking?"
"It's the stomach."
"It's not the stomach."
"Let's go to the other side."
"We'll see how far it will go over."
"Something must be missing underneath."
"I'll go outside and see what it is."
"Now," said Big Jim, "don't get excited."
"Take it easy, don't move, don't breathe!"
"I said don't breathe, stupid."
"You can be most annoying at times."
"If you'll only be cool, be calm," said Big Jim,
"We have nothing to worry about."
"Now show a little character! Where's your willpower?"
"Now listen, I've got a very good idea."
"Hold your hands like this, then I can get out first."
"You see what I mean?" said Big Jim.
"Your mind is chaotic. You have no psychology."
"You have no control."
And Big Jim discovered his claim!
"Now we shall be rich," said Jim.
"We shall be millionaires!"
And so they were.
Now they were homeward bound and they were leaving the hardship and toil of Alaska to live in the land of milk and honey.
To live, laugh and indulge themselves in the lap of luxury.
They were famous, and sought after by the press.
In their cabin deluxe they were welcomed and waited upon.
The reporter wanted to write the Little Fellow's life story,
"From Rags to Riches", and he graciously consented.
And Big Jim was manicured.
"Not the nails," said he, "the corns."
The reporter thought of a good idea, to have the Little Fellow pose in his mining clothes.
It would make a human story.
Georgia...
There she was in the steerage. Neither knew of the other's presence.
Georgia overheard the officer say there was a stowaway aboard.
"You!" said Georgia.
"I thought I'd never see you again."
And then she mistook him for the stowaway.
The officer was going to put him in irons.
But Georgia pleaded for him and said she would pay his fare.
"Heck!" said the Captain. "That's no stowaway."
"That's Big Jim's partner, the multimillionaire."
Then of course there were apologies.
The Little Fellow gathered himself together.
James, the valet, was told to prepare for an extra guest.
"Pardon me," said the reporter, "but who's the lady?"
"Oh, you don't say! Well, congratulations."
"This will make a great story, and with a happy ending."
And so it was.
A happy ending.
Neither the original negative nor a copy of the original German version exist anymore.
This reconstruction was based on a fragmented nitrate copy with English information captions from the National Film and Television Archive, London.
It was recopied and the German original information captions were inserted according to the surviving censorcard.
The Magician
Dinarsade
Achmed
Pari Banu
Aladdin
The Witch
The African magician was most powerful.
The Caliph's city celebrated the ruler's birthday.
The great Caliph.
"A magic horse, my most magnificent Caliph.
It flies through the air."
Princess Dinarsade, the Caliph's daughter.
Her brother, Prince Achmed.
"I won't sell the horse for all the gold in the world!"
"Then select from among my treasures!"
"May Is elect whatever I like?"
"By the beard of the Prophet!"
End of Act 1
Act 2
The Story of Prince Achmed
"How can the horse be directed towards earth again?"
"The decoration on the head forces it upwards..."
"the lever at the tail pulls it down to earth."
"Is the Prince aware of this?"
Far, far from home, he finally lands on one of the magic islands of Wak-Wak.
Prince Achmed was young and brave and not afraid of any adv enture.
"Who are you, girls?"
"We serve Pari Banu, ruler of the islands of the spirits of Wak-Wak."
"Stay with us, attractive stranger."
On the neighboring island in the Magic Sea the beautiful Pari Banu and her female companions come to bathe every night.
"Give me my feathers!"
"Follow me to my beautiful home country!"
Thus, Pari Banu was kidnapped from the land of the demons.
The horse carried them to far-away China.
"Don't be afraid of me..."
"I shall serve you to my death."
"You don't know the demons of Wak-Wak!"
"They will kill you!"
"Allah's grace will prote ct us if you be come my wife."
Meanwhile, the magician has been looking for his magic horse.
"We will find our way home and you will forget Wak-Wak."
"I will follow you."
"The Prince is sending you this robe..."
"... I am to take you to him!"
End of Act 2
Act 3
Adventures in China
The Emperor of China
The Emperor's Favorite
This is where the magician took Pari Banu to sell her to the emperor.
The emperor liked the beautiful Pari Banu.
"Kill her or make her your wife!"
"Now brave prince, I will get your sister!"
In this mountain there lived the magician's powerful enemy:
The Witch of the Flaming Mountain.
"How dare you come to my magic mountain?"
"The African magician brought me here."
"Stop!
He is my greatest enemy!"
"And you are my friend!"
The Bridegroom
"H elp me s et Pari Banu free!"
"I am not afraid of the demons."
"With these weapons you can defeat the demons."
The Bride
"Down there, Pari Banu is being married."
"We will interrupt the wedding!"
The demons of Wak-Wak are searching for their ruler.
"Take me to Wak-Wak!"
The gate to Wak-Wak will only open
to the one who
Aladdin's magic lamp shall possess.
End of Act 3
Act 4
Aladdin and the magic lamp
"I am Aladdin."
"Where is the magic lamp?"
"You don't have it anymore?"
"Let me explain!"
"I once lived as a poor tailor in the city of the Great Caliph."
"One day a stranger came to visit me."
This is Dinarsade, the Caliph's daughter."
"You shall have her if you are of service to me!"
"He led me to a high mountain range."
The Magic Lamp
"Fetch the lamp!"
"Hand me the lamp!"
"First, let me out!"
"Then die!
The lamp shall be mine even without you!"
"I suffered for a long time in the dark cave until I managed to light the lamp."
"What is your wish, O ruler of the lamp?"
"I shall serve you,
I and all the other genies of the lamp!"
"Take me home!"
"Now I knew how I could win over the beautiful Dinarsade!"
"Overnight, I built a majestic palace for her."
"In the morning, the amazed Caliph visited the magic building."
"She be came my wife."
"The Caliph is my father and Dinarsade is my sister."
"Tell me what happened next!"
"One day everything had disappeared, the palace, the princess, and the lamp."
"I fled from the wrath of the Caliph!"
"I drifted out to sea."
"A terrible storm ensued."
"And then you found me."
"Do you know who did this?"
"The African magician!"
"He was in love with Dinarsade."
"Hurry, Achmed, and free Pari Banu!"
"The demons want to kill her be cause she followed you."
"The magician stole the magic lamp!"
"Only the lamp can open the gates of Wak-Wak for us!"
"Kill the magician and the lamp is yours!"
"Kill him!"
"I shall try!"
"Your enemy is dead!"
End of Act 4
Act 5
The Battle of the Spirits at Wak-Wak
The demons rose up against their unfaithful ruler.
"Prince Achmed is outside the gates!"
"Release Pari Banu!"
"Come, Aladdin, call the genies of the lamp!"
But the black demons were faster.
The attack was too powerful for Aladdin.
"Woe! The lamp!"
Then the witch entered the fray.
Hordes of good spirits streamed out of the magic lamp.
"Look! The palace!"
"Now, go home and be happy in the land of the mortals!"
"Dinarsade must be in the palace!"
Then the towers of the Caliph's city appeared in front of them.
"Aladdin's palace is back!"
Meanwhile, the call for morning prayers was sounded from the minarets.
The End
who the hell is he?
what the... who are you?
#7:
At the Mercy of My Friends
Who could that have been?
Dr. Tanaka?
Doc? what are you doing?
I'm beat and so hungry.
That interview went on for ever. what a waste of time.
I feel your pain, but dealing with stuff like that is just part of the job.
My brain knows that, but my stomach doesn't. I'm starving.
I said I'm starving.
Masuda!
Tony Stark just passed us!
Are you sure?
Yes, that's his car.
where the heck is Stark going at this time of night?
Do you smell what I smell ?
Sure do!
I love that smell !
It's the smell of a big scoop!
Follow that smell !
All set. I'm ready to shoot.
Make sure you catch those Kodak moments.
You bet!
Masuda, are you okay?
Yeah.
what just happened?
-Not sure. Let's just get out of here.
-Yeah.
Mr. Stark!
He's gone!
where could he be?
Nanami.
Look at that.
That's strange!
I've got a bad feeling about this.
I think we should call the cops.
I agree. It 's getting too dangerous.
This is Nanami Ota from the Tokyo Journal I need to report some...
Dr. Tanaka!
Are you okay?
wake up.
Stark?
where are we?
who knows?
From what I see, I'd say we've been kidnapped.
But if so, why's that door open?
No guards either. It doesn't add up.
well, now, I guess that answers the guard question.
So, Doc, any idea where the heck we might be?
Actually, yes.
I'm guessing we're still near Japan on one of those islands that's used as a landfill .
we've got our very own trash island. Not the best vacation spot.
what's going on?
what the hell is this crap?
Couldn't they just have taken my wallet instead? Never heard of a reactor thief.
Are you all right?
well, that depends on your definition of all right.
I'd be dead in a few minutes without my reactor.
Since I'm still alive, I'm guessing they've replaced my Arc Reactor with this pacemaker.
who could 've done this to you?
Not sure. But whoever it is, they obviously want me to stick around a little longer.
Yinsen!
It's been a while, hasn't it, Stark?
I knew it!
You've been alive this whole time.
well, it depends on how you look at it.
The Yinsen you knew is dead.
what does that mean?
The man you see here now is part of the Zodiac.
I don't believe that. You'd never join Zodiac.
You're the one who told me to use my abilities for peace.
what the...
Yes, I was the one who took this from you. Your life is in my hands.
I gave you life once. why not take it back, huh?
That pacemaker I put in you will only last 24 hours before it stops.
I'll give you till then to decide whether or not you want to join the Zodiac.
what?
Please. No one can create amazing weaponry like you can.
The Zodiac needs someone with such a talent.
Anyway, why not go back to what you're really good at, Tony?
Cut the crap!
I'll never go back to being that person again.
Never say never.
well, then, you've got 24 hours to decide.
I should warn you, don't waste your time trying to escape.
wait!
Mr. Stark!
Mr. Stark!
I can't believe it.
why would Yinsen do this?
I remember you telling me about him before.
You said he changed your life.
He did. He didn't just save my life that day, he saved my soul, as well .
The way I live my life now, I owe that all to him.
He saved me.
The world
needs you, Tony.
Use all of your wealth and knowledge to finish what we've started. It is your destiny.
You see, Yinsen hated violence as a means to an end.
So it's inconceivable that he would join the Zodiac. It makes no sense.
It's best not to dwell on that now. we need to figure out a way to escape.
Right. we need to get back to the Station. I have spare reactors there.
Is that...
Yeah, but it's worthless.
No reception, huh?
But we've got more than just your cell phone here.
Look at all this material we can use.
How resourceful Tethering my cell phone to connect to the Internet, huh?
Yeah, we should be able to connect with the outside world now.
The word, "Impossible " only exists in the dictionary for fools .
We've blocked all wireless signals within a 10 km radius of the island.
Call me when you figure out how to fix that.
Hold on!
Tell me, Yinsen!
what exactly happened to you? why?
I don't think you have time for small talk . your time is precious, make the best of it.
Tony Stark.
You're brilliant when it comes to dealing with any type of situation.
But that will get you to see things as they really are.
Uncover the real you and realize that you are destined to create weaponry.
Just as altering genes can change people physically,
I'll tap into the core of your psyche, Stark.
You'll be back to your old self in no time.
All I have to do is show you something that'll trigger the process.
Mr. Stark, you should rest.
Let's keep going. I'm done for either way.
we have to do whatever it takes to get off this island.
Dr. Yinsen, give me an update.
Everything's going fine. I'm reviewing all the data right now.
I'll send my analsis as soon as I'm done.
What about Stark?
Let's just say that he's running out of time.
All we need now is a bottle of champagne for the launch.
well, Doc, we did it!
Let's get the hell out of here.
It's best you lie down.
I feel weak. I'm sorry.
without my reactor, I feel worthless.
well, that just isn't true. Not based on what I've seen.
what do you mean?
In spite of being weakened, you've kept seeking out solutions.
That's very impressive. I really mean it.
Even more so than when you're successful in everything.
Then I should try to get beaten up more often, shouldn't I?
But that can wait.
So what's next?
I saw a yacht hidden in that cove over there.
It's probably Yinsen's. And that's our ticket home.
But what if we get attacked like last time?
Unless we have a weapon...
Yeah, but I wouldn't create a weapon.
why not?
I have to show Yinsen that I'm not the same man he once knew.
Nanami, wake up!
Nanami!
Look at you two!
I'm sorry...
Pull your self together!
we have a guest!
So not just Mr. Stark?
Dr. Tanaka, too?
That's right. Lab 23 has reported that she's missing.
I'd like for you to tell me everything you saw that night.
Of course.
There was an incident reported this morning about radio interference activity coming from a ship.
Right here. And this is the pier where Mr. Stark's car was found.
Now, do you remember which direction the boat you saw was heading?
well ...
Maybe this might help ?
what is that?
I have no idea, but this thing fell on us when we were following Mr. Stark's car.
Great job!
You were ready for those Kodak moments!
You finally earned my respect!
Thanks, Nanami.
where did he...
That's odd.
He's taking too long this time. what's he up to?
Something's wrong.
Scorpio, fire on Stark.
what the hell has he done?
It's a hologram!
Our cover's blown. Keep running!
He's had his chance. End this.
Once you're cornered, the old you will come back to us again.
Are you okay?
Look at your ankle . Can you walk ?
Mr. Stark, there isn't much time before he catches up to us. Go without me.
I'm not leaving you.
The world really needs you!
You have to survive.
So please go!
I can't. I need to fulfill my dream.
Your dream?
Yes, to live in a world at peace.
A world without violence. That's my dream.
I need your help in order to make that world a reality.
You should be safe here.
I'm sorry.
Not nearly as sorry as I am.
Because of me, you're being chased by that giant scorpion.
No, that's not true.
Because of you, I now have a dream.
well, that's a first. I never heard you talk about your self before.
And I'd love to hear more, but...
Damn Mech!
This could work.
Hey, sweet cheeks!
At last!
The real Tony Stark!
That's it!
Kill your enemy!
Immerse your self in blood,
Stark, so you can revert back into the warmonger you once were!
It's about time we start seeing the real Tony Stark!
Go on, obliterate the enemy!
Blast him to hell !
what?
Don't worry. This was all just a test.
That was quite impressive, jamming the signal against us.
You're definitely not the Tony Stark I once knew.
Next time will be different.
Boy, do I owe you one.
No, on the contrary, I owe you one.
I think we're even.
Captain Sakurai!
So it was you?
If you want to thank someone, you should talk to that reporter that's always chasing you.
Nanami?
I can see it. Look!
It 's our rescue ship!
Tell them to turn around.
I think I'd rather spend a little more time with you.
I've never seen such a beautiful sunset.
It seems so pure because there's no one on this contaminated island.
You know, I wish the whole world could see this one sunset.
That would be another dream of yours?
Yeah.
When you have a bad feeling about something, you hope that it won't come true.
I couldn't believe that Tony Stark got kidnapped!
I've got to find out what happened to him exactly .
Dr. Tanaka was with him.
I must get this interview!
Wait. Who's that little girl standing next to him?
Next time on Iron Man: Daughterof the Zodiac.
Next Episode: #8: Daughterof the Zodiac
Oh, my, is she his secret daughter?
This could be a huge scoop!
The Western and Atlantic Flyer speeding into Marrietta, Ga., in the Spring 1861.
There were two loves in his live.
His engine,
And--
"Fort Sumter has been fired upon."
"Then the war is here."
"Yes, dad, and I'm going to be one of the first to enlist."
"Aren't you going to enlist?"
"Your name?"
"Johnnie Gray."
"Occupation?"
"Engineer on the Western and Atlantic Railroad."
"Don't enlist him.
He is more valuable to the South as an engineer."
"We can't use you."
"William Brown."
"Occupation?"
"Bartender."
"If you lose this war don't blame me."
"Did Johnnie enlist?"
"He didn't even get in line."
"He's a disgrace to the South.
"Why didn't you enlist?"
"They wouldn't take me."
"Please don't lie.
I don't want you to speak to me again until you are in uniform.
A year later.
In a Union encampment just North of Chattanooga.
General Thatcher, and his chief spy, Captain Anderson.
"I Know every foot of this railroad from Marietta to Chattanooga, and with ten picked men I cannot fail."
"We will enter the South as civilians coming from the neutral state of Kentucky to join the southern cause."
"At Big Shanty we will steal the train while the passengers and the crew are at dinner, and proceeding North we will burn every bridge, cutting off the supplies of the army now facing you."
"Then the day you steal the train I will have General Parker advance to meet you."
"As soon as I arrive I will let you know how seriously father is wounded."
"Big Shanty.
Twenty minutes for dinner."
"Three men stole my General.
I think they are deserters."
"I'm afraid they have us greatly outnumbered."
The Southern army facing Chattanooga is ordered to retreat."
In the enemy's country, hopelessly lost, helplessly cold and horribly hungry.
"At Nine o'clock tomorrow morning our supply trains will meet and unite with General Parker's army at the Rock River bridge."
"Then the army, backed by our supply trains, will advance for a surprise attack on the rebels left flank."
"Once our trains and troops cross that bridge, nothing on the earth can stop us."
"This girl was in the baggage car when we stole the train, so I thought it best to hold her."
"We had better stay here until daybreak to see where we are."
"It was so brave of you to risk your life, coming into the enemy's country, just to save me."
After a nice, quiet, refreshing night's rest.
"We've got to get back to our lines somehow and warn them of this coming attack."
"I will get that spy before he reaches the Southern lines.
You follow with the supply trains as planned."
"We must pick up more firewood."
The Rock River bridge.
The Northern division nearing the bridge to meet the supply trains.
"That bridge is not burned enough to stop you, and my men will ford the river."
Heroes of the day.
"Is that your uniform?"
"I had to wear it to get through the lines."
"Take it off!"
"Enlist the lieutenant."
"Occupation?"
"Soldier."
Soon after its premiere, the film Metropolis was severely truncated and alterations were made.
From that time onward, more than a quarter of the film was assumed to have been lost.
Then, in 2008, a virtually complete version of the film was discovered in Buenos Aires.
What had been preserved was, however, a heavily damaged copy of the film that had been printed to 16mm film stock, lacking the full frame of the picture's original aspect ratio.
A considerable amount of the film reconstruction was able to be completed and the correct sequence of its editing established by means of this Argentinian material.
Spanish intertitles have been translated into German with the aid of the censor-cards.
In order to display in their correct position on the image the cropped elements taken from the 16mm negative, the missing portion of the frame has been marked by black.
The intertitles appear with their original graphic treatment.
Those titles which appear in a different typeface (like the one used here) have been added to summarise the content of still-missing scenes as far as is necessary to facilitate an adequate understanding of the storyline.
Shorter gaps are indicated by small segments of black leader.
The personages in the film: Joh Fredersen ― Alfred Abel Freder, Joh Fredersen's son ― Gustav Fröhlich
Epigraph:
THE MEDIATOR BETWEEN HEAD AND HANDS MUST BE THE HEART!
Shift change.
Deep beneath the earth lay the
City of the Workers.
As deep beneath the earth as the City of the Workers lay, so high above it towered the complex known as the "Sons' Club", with its lecture halls and libraries, its theatres and stadiums.
Fathers, for whom every revolution of a mechanical wheel meant gold, had bestowed upon their sons the wonder of the Eternal Gardens.
Which of you ladies shall today have the honour of entertaining Master Freder, Joh Fredersen's son?
Look!
These are your brothers!
Look ― !
These are your brothers!
Who ― was that?
But this was what happened to Freder ― the son of Joh Fredersen, the master of Metropolis ― as he sought out the girl:
To the new Tower of Babel ― to my father ― !
Why is it, Josaphat, that I learn of this explosion from my son, and not from you ― !
Details ― !
What were you looking for in the Machine-Halls, Freder?
I wanted to look into the faces of the people whose little children are my brothers, my sisters...
Your magnificent city, Father ― and you the brain of this city ― and all of us within the light of this city... ―
...and where are the people, Father, whose hands built your city ― ?
Off where they belong off where they belong...?
And if those in the Depths one day rise against you?
The chief foreman of the Heart-Machine, Grot, ― with an important message...
There were two more copies of those damnable plans, Herr Fredersen in the pockets of two men who met with an accident today at the M-Machine...
How is it, Josaphat, that these plans were brought to me by Grot, rather than by you?
Apply to the G-Bank for your remaining wages...
Father, do you know what it means to be dismissed by you? ―
It means: To be sent below! ― Father ― below!
Into the Depths ― !
Do you know what it means to be dismissed like that by Joh Fredersen?
Would you like to come with me, Josaphat?
Go home, Josaphat, and wait for me...
I still have a long way to go tonight...
Into the Depths, ― to my brothers...
From today on I wish to be kept precisely informed of my son's every move...
Brother the Machine!
ME.
Listen to me...
I want to trade my life with you...
Josaphat. 99th Block. House 7, 7th Floor.
Wait for me ― both of you...
Josaphat. 99th Block. House 7, 7th Floor.
In the middle of Metropolis, there stands a strange house that the centuries had overlooked.
The man who dwelled within was Rotwang, the inventor.
Hel
Born to bring me happiness and a benediction to all mankind.
Lost to Joh Fredersen.
Died giving life to Freder, Joh Fredersen's son.
A mind like yours, Rotwang, should be able to forget...
Only one time in life did I forget something: that Hel was a woman ― and you a man...
Let the dead lie, Rotwang... She's dead for you as she is for me...
For me she isn't dead, Joh Fredersen ― for me she lives — !
Do you think the loss of a hand is too high a price for recreating Hel ― ? !
Do you wish to see her ― ? !
Now, Joh Fredersen ― ? !
Isn't it worth losing a hand to have created the man of the future ― the Machine-Man — ?
24 more hours of work ― and no man, Joh Fredersen, will be able to differentiate the Machine-Man from a mortal ― !
The woman is mine, Joh Fredersen!
Hel's son was yours!
And what brings you my way, Joh Fredersen?
I need your advice ― as usual, when all my experts fail me...
Can you decipher for me these plans that for months have been getting discovered in the pockets of my workers?
...at two... once my shift ends!
She has summoned us again...
Father ― !
Father ― !
Will ten hours never come to an end ― ? !
― it's a blueprint of the two-thousand-year-old catacombs deep below the lowest levels of your Metropolis...
I should like to glean what my workers are doing exactly in those catacombs...
Today I shall tell you the legend of THE CONSTRUCTION OF THE TOWER OF BABEL...
The Legend of THE CONSTRUCTION OF THE TOWER OF BABEL
Come! Let us build a tower whose zenith shall reach unto the stars!
And at the tower's zenith we shall write:
Great is the world and its Maker! And great is Man!
...but those who had conceived of the Tower of Babel could not build the Tower of Babel.
The task was too great. So they paid wages to outside hands...
But the hands that built the Tower of Babel knew nothing of the dream of which the head that had conceived it had been fantasising.
The hymns of praise of one man became the curses of others.
The same language was spoken, but these men did not understand one another...
Great is the world and its Maker and great is Man
HEAD and HANDS require a Mediator.
THE MEDIATOR BETWEEN HEAD AND HANDS MUST BE THE HEART!
And where is our Mediator, Maria ― ?
Wait for him! He will surely come!
We will wait, Maria...! But not for much longer ― !
Oh Mediator, have you finally come...
You summoned me ― here I am!
Rotwang, give the Machine-Man the likeness of this woman...
I shall sow discord between them and her!
I shall destroy their belief in this woman ―
Leave me alone now, Joh Fredersen...
You'll find the way back without me...
Now you shall also lose the last remaining thing you still had from Hel... your son...
Until tomorrow, in the cathedral!
END OF THE PRELUDE
INTERMEZZO
Freder witnesses a monk at the pulpit who preaches:
"Verily, I say unto you: the days of which the Apocalypse speaks draw nigh!"
The monk's hand points to the Bible, in which it is written:
"And I saw a woman sit upon a scarlet coloured beast, full of names of blasphemy, having seven heads and ten horns.
And the woman was arrayed in purple and scarlet colour, having a golden cup in her hand.
And upon herforehead was a name written, a mystery:
BABYLON THE GREAT, the Mother of Abominations of the Earth.
And I saw the woman drunken with the blood of the Saints."
You will annihilate Joh Fredersen ― him and his city and his son ― !
GLUTTONY
AVARICE
PRIDE
LUST
ENVY
ANGER
SLOTH
Had you come earlier, you wouldn't have frightened me...
I now beg of you: stay away from me and my beloved...!
Where is the one whose clothes you are wearing?
Josaphat. 99th Block. House 7, 7th Floor.
Would you please wake Georgy up?
He must lead me to the Workers' City at once...
No. 11811, get back to the Machine and forget that you ever left it ― understood?
I have to have someone who's faithful to me, Josaphat, ― otherwise, how shall I attain the end-goal of my path ― ?
I must go on, Josaphat, ― must now, on my own, seek out the person to whom Georgy was supposed to lead me...
Tonight, Josaphat ― tonight when I come back...
Josaphat. 99th Block. House 7, 7th Floor.
So, what price are you demanding for leaving this residence tonight?
You still don't seem to have grasped who sent me here...
CENTRAL BANK OF METROPOLIS
This man doesn't want his son to find you still here tonight!
In three hours' time I shall be calling for you!
Come! It is time to give the Man-Machine your face!
Where is Maria ― ? !
She's with your father...
I'm telling you, she is with your father ― !
"She is the most perfect and most obedient tool that a man has ever possessed!
Tonight you shall see how she holds up before the eyes of the upper hundred.
You shall see her dance, and if only one single person recognises the machine in her,
I will call myself a bungler who never succeeded at anything!
C. Rotwang"
"C. A. Rotwang requests Herr Joh Fredersen to be his guest this evening."
I want you to go to those in the Depths in order to annihilate the work of your prototype!
"C. A. Rotwang requests Herr Joh Fredersen to be his guest this evening."
Verily, I say unto you: the days of which the Apocalypse speaks draw nigh...!
All Seven Deadly Sins, on her behalf ― !
Death overtakes the City ― !
END OF THE INTERMEZZO
The Revelation of St. John Avalun Publishing, Hellerau
I escaped from the Thin Man wearing this attire...
But for ten days your father's bloodhound has been making the Workers' City unsafe...
The only thing keeping the workers in check is their expectation for the Mediator promised unto them...
Even stranger things have been happening, Freder...
On that evening when you fell ill once the best of friends...
but night after night in Yoshiwara...
And this woman, at whose feet all sins are heaped is also called Maria...
That same woman that those in the Depths regard as a saint ― ? !
Many now go to the City of the Dead, to a woman they have judged to be as true as gold.
The Mediator is not likely to miss that occasion...
Whatever happens tonight:
it is my express order to allow the workers to do as they please...
Joh Fredersen wants to let those in the Depths use force and do wrong so that he can claim the right to use force against them...
When you spoke to your poor brothers, you talked about peace, Maria... today a mouthpiece of Joh Fredersen incites them to rebel against him...
She will destroy their belief in the Mediator!
You know I've always talked about peace...
but your Mediator hasn't come...
You've waited long enough! Your time has come ― !
...but I've tricked Joh Fredersen!
Your clone does not obey his will ― only mine alone!
Who is the living fodder for the machines for Metropolis ― ? !
Who smears the machine-joints with their own marrow ― ? !
Who feeds the machines with their own flesh ― ? !
Let the machines starve, you fools ― ! Finish them off ― !
Do them in ― these machines ― !
You aren't Maria ― !
YOU ARE NOT MARIA ― !
Maria talks of peace, not murder ― ! This is not Maria ― !
Joh Fredersen's son ― !
Do him in, the dog, in his white silken hide ― !
Get your women, your sons, out of the Workers' City!
Let no-one stay behind!
Death to the machines ― !
In the attic of his home,
Rotwang displays for Maria his ever-growing intoxication with his triumph over Fredersen:
" ― and twice over did I trick Joh Fredersen ― !
For I concealed from him that his son wants to be the Mediator of your brothers ― and is in love with you ― !"
Maria isn't the only one listening to Rotwang.
On the other side of the attic's window, Joh Fredersen was eavesdropping...
Joh Fredersen breaks into Rotwang's attic. He wrestles with his old rival and overtakes him.
Maria is free.
...faithful after all...
Come, Freder! We still have to go through the Workers' City.
Women and men, let no-one miss out on today ― !
Death to the machines ― !
Not one man ― not one woman has stayed behind ― !
Leave the machines ― !
Let them race to their death ― !
To the Heart-Machine ― !
DANGER
Open the gates!
You have to open the gates!
If the Heart-Machine perishes, nothing in the Machine-District will be left standing ― !
Have you lost your minds ― ?
If the Heart-Machine perishes, the entire Workers' City will be laid to waste ― !
Where are your fathers, your mothers?
Do you have any idea that your son is amongst the workers? !
Yes ― you! You're Maria ― !
To the air shafts ― quickly! Quickly!
The reservoirs have burst!
The city is drowning ― !
We'll take the children to the Sons' Club!
Why are all the lights out?
I need to know ― !
Where is my son? !
Tomorrow thousands will ask in fury and desperation:
Joh Fredersen, where is my son ― ? !
Where are your children? !
The city is drowned, the shafts are totally flooded ― !
Who bade you attack the machines, without which you're finished, you idiots ― ? !
It's the witch's fault ― !
We'll be looking on as the world goes to the devil ― !
Find the witch; this is all her fault ― !
Strike her dead ― !
Now I'm going to take you home, my Hel ― !
The witch ― !
the witch ― ! There she is ― !
there she is ― !
Where are our children, you witch, you ― ? !
Burn the witch. ― To the stake with her!
To the stake with her ― !
Hel ― !
My Hel ― !
Your children... saved ― !
Head and hands want to join together, but they don't have the heart to do it...
Oh Mediator, show them the way to one another...
THE MEDIATOR BETWEEN HEAD AND HANDS MUST BE THE HEART!
Restoration:
F. W. Murnau Stiftung, Wiesbaden jointly with Deutsche Kinemathek ―
Sunrise A Song of Two Humans
This song of the Man and his Wife is of no place and every place:
you might hear it anywhere at any time.
For wherever the sun rises and sets in the city's turmoil or under the open sky on the farm life is much the same:
sometimes bitter, sometimes sweet
Summertime... vacation time
Among the vacationists was a Woman of the City. Several weeks had passed since her coming and still she lingered.
"They used to be like children, carefree... always happy and laughing..."
"They used to be like children, carefree... always happy and laughing..."
"Now he ruins himself for the woman from the city - Money-lenders strip the farm - "
"Now he ruins himself for the woman from the city - Money-lenders strip the farm - and his wife sits alone."
"Tell me!
You are all mine?"
"Sell your farm... come with me to the City."
"...and my wife?"
"Couldn't she get
"Couldn't she get drowned?
"...then overturn the boat... it will look like an accident."
"Leave this behind... come to the City!"
"COME TO THE CITY!"
"...after the boat has capsized, save yourself with these bulrushes."
"The rushes will hold you up.
Scatter them before you reach the shore and tell everyone she drowned by accident."
"We're going for a trip across the water.
I may not be back for quite a while."
"Don't be afraid of me!"
"Don't be afraid of me!"
"God is giving you, in the holy blonds of matrimony, a trust.
She is young... and inexperienced.
Guide her and love her..."
"...keep and protect her from all harm."
"Wilt thou LOVE her?"
"Forgive me!"
"Manicure?"
"You'd look grand with a high polish!"
"Come again!"
"Thank you!
And you must come and see us some time."
"Congratulations! She is the sweetest bride I've seen this year."
"FARMERS!
If you want to sell your home and move to the city--
- We Pay Cash!"
"Hit the hole...
make the little piggy roll!"
"We'll sail home by moonlight... another honeymoon."
"... I couldn't give up hope.
I know the tides... I went around the Point..."
When acclaiming our modern heroes, let's not forget The News Reel Cameraman... the daredevil who defies death to give us pictures of the world's happenings.
And there are other types of photographers.
Take your tintype, Mister?
They make fine ash-trays!
I make them look just like you, Miss.
Do you know who that is?
Maybe it's Lydia Pinkham.
Do you know her?
What are you doin'... giving' me a sleigh-ride?
No charge. It's a present.
I'd like to have you sit for another portrait when you get off.
I wont' be through for three hours.
I'll wait.
I'm a photographer. Could I get a job here?
Get a job here... with that cocktail shaker?
You'll have to buy your own camera before they'll give you a trial here.
Don't close up! I'll be right back!
What are you doing here?
None of your business! I'm waiting to see the boss!
Well, I'm the boss!
Well, make me an offer.
The Grand Central Warehouse is on fire!
You ought to go photograph the fire, too.
They'll buy any good film so photograph anyting that's interesting.
It's your chance to break in!
I'll bust in all right! Watch me!
Where's the fire?
Up there there's a fire down here, the said..
In which house?
No! It's not in a which house. It's in a warehouse!
Now, where is it?
Where's what?
Where's the which house?
I mean, which's the warehouse?
Which warehouse, where?
Within an hour he was photographing everything from soup to nuts.
Mosty the nuts.
Aren't the Yankees playing today?
Sure in St. Louis!
Don't be discouraged.
No one would ever amount to anything if he didn't try.
You must always grind forward, never backward.
I'll make good next time!
Tomorrow's Sunday.
Maybe you'll let me take you for a nice long walk.
I'm sorry, I have a sort of date.
But give me your phone number I may call you.
I'll be waiting.
From the peek of dawn on Sunday morning.
My date's off, and-
I'm sorry if I'm a little late.
This is the young man who is to take Sally walking.
This is my dressing room!
Shut up or it'll be your coffin!
Will you keep out of my undershirt?
Hey! What is this, a suit or a bib?
The Big Sea Lion!
I'll show you some real fancy diving!
Let's get out of here and go walking on the beach.
Help! I've been robbed
Hello, Sally! Come on, I'll drive you home.
But we couldn't have him in here with us.
There's never room for three.
I'm a little damp so I'll go home..
I'm sorry you got so wet.
It was worth it to be near you.
Where do you live and where do you work?
Did you ever find that flame you were looking for?
Oh, she's so beautiful!
I'll try your reflexes to see if you're goofy.
Monday morning.
There'll be nothin' for you! Beat it!
Randall talking.
This Chinese celebration may be interesting.
Send a man down.
Chinatown is celebrating a holiday.
It may be worth taking. Go on down.
I'll make good this time, Sally.
Now, see! You kill-a de monk!
Pay jim for that baboon or I'll run you in!
It's yours. You bought it.
Get it out of the way!
If the Wung Fa Tong stars anything you know what to do!
I took the whole blamed war!
I got some great pictures of that Tong War all right.
Pretty short war!
I guess I forgot to put film in the camera.
Say, how did you get wise to that Tong War?
Miss Sally told me.
Did you give him the tip, young lady?
It's all your fault that this fool has been hanging around here!
Don't leave me because of me.
I'll never bother any of your again.
Tueasday morning.ý The Westport Yacht Club Regatta
Did you change this film box in Chinatown?
Look out you don't get thrown out when I make this turn.
You're awfully brave to have saved me.
What else could a fellow do?
Wednesday morning.
That little cameraman left this film here.
He said you can have it for nothing.
It's the Tong War!
That's the best camera work I've seen in years!
Get that man here quick!
I'll never be able to thank you enough.
Everybody talking about you!
They're all waiting to give you a great reception!
THE CIRCUS
THE CIRCUS
"So you missed the hoop again."
"Father, I couldn't help it."
"For that you don't eat tonight."
"And you're supposed to be funny!"
"Look at that house; empty!"
Around the Side Shows hungry and broke.
"Here you are, sir."
"Count it."
"Is it all there?"
"Say, gimme that money!"
"How d'you get out of here?"
"Rotten!"
"Get off!"
"Where's the funny man?"
"Bring on the funny man!"
The Funny Man.
Meal-time after the Show.
"Father won't let me."
"Do you want a job?"
"Be here in the morning, and we'll try you out."
Early the next morning.
Hungry.
"Run along home!"
"I live here."
"Excuse me, my cane."
The Tryout.
"Go ahead and be funny."
"That's awful!"
"Put on the William Tell act."
"Now then, watch this and see if you can do it."
"Go ahead and try it."
"Put on the barber-shop act."
"Now I must hit you."
"Now hit me!"
"I can't see."
"Just a moment!"
"We haven't talked terms yet."
"Get out and stay out!"
"Show's starting!"
"Aren't you coming in?"
"You're not leaving?"
"You see, we couldn't come to terms."
"Thank you for the egg."
The Show on.
Trouble with the Property Men.
"How about our back pay?"
"Get to work!"
"We quit!"
"They've quit."
"Get anybody!"
"Do you want a job?"
"Don't touch that button!"
"He's a sensation, but he doesn't know it."
"Keep him on as a property man."
The Circus prospered, but not the property man.
And the girl led the same hard life.
"Keep him busy and don't let him know he's the hit of the show."
A Sick Horse.
"Blow this pill down the horse's neck!"
"The horse blew first --"
"Open the door, quick!"
"I told you the lions were dangerous!"
"Where's that pill?"
"Come here!"
"I've got to see a doctor!"
"It's a shame the way they make you work --" "And you the hit of the show."
"Why of course!"
"All the crowds, all the applause is just for you."
"I knew it!"
"If you strike that girl, I'll quit!"
"And what's more I want what I'm worth --"
"I'll give you fifty dollars a week."
"Sixty!"
"I'll double it!"
"Nothing less than a hundred."
The Next Show.
The success of the Tramp made life easier for the girl and himself.
"Oh, Merna, you must have your fortune told!"
"I see love and marriage with a dark, handsome man who is near you now."
A New Added Attraction, Rex, a tight-rope walker.
"Pardon me."
"Go right ahead."
"I'll give you Five Dollars for it."
"It's happened; I'm in love!"
"He's a tight-rope walker."
"Hurry up, you're on!"
The Act Over.
"What's the matter?" "You hardly got a laugh!"
"This is my friend."
"I don't like tight-rope walkers."
Time brought many changes to the Circus; New Hopes and New Ambitions.
His New Ambition.
"Never mind the rope." "You'd better try and be funny again or you'll go!"
The next performance- and not a smile.
"I've had enough of this;" "You get one more chance."
"Where's Rex?"
"Rex, the tight-rope walker, hasn't shown up."
"Is Rex here?"
"You can do the act, can't you?"
"You'll do it or quit!"
"I'll do it; find his clothes!"
"There's the clothes!"
"You follow her!"
"He'll kill himself."
"That's all right;" "I've got him insured."
"Take your time, there's another act to go on."
"Why, what is the meaning of this?"
"I am taking his place on the rope."
"You'll get killed."
"Oh, no, I have a charmed life."
"I'll give you five dollars if you'll do it."
"Not a word to anybody."
"Please don't do this."
"You've forgotten your tights."
"You're on!"
"You're through!"
That Night.
"I've run away from the circus."
"I'll never go back."
"Can't you take me with you?"
"I've got an idea."
"You stay here."
"Have you seen Merna?"
"She's run away --"
"I can do nothing for her -- --"
"Now, there's one way out."
"She's there now?"
"Take me to her!"
The Next Morning.
The Circus ready to leave.
"So you've come back -
- You -- !"
"You're speaking to my wife!"
"Will you go on with the show?"
"-- -- if you take him."
"The end wagon for you."
"Come in with us."
Hello.
- Nice day' isn't it?
- Yes, isn't it!
It's swell.
It's perfect.
- Just like you.
- Ah' shut up!
You know' it's a lucky thing I didn't go out on my yacht today.
- I wouldn't have met you.
- Have you a yacht?
Have I? A regular floating palace!
You know' I had to put straps on it for people to hang on to...
I have so many friends.
I never heard of straps on a yacht.
Well, ya see, I got the idea... when I was going to work every morning... on the subway to Wall Street.
Are you in Wall Street?
Am I!
Say, I've got 80 acres right in the center of the financial district.
Why, if it was out in California, I'd subdivide it... and I'd buy you the whole world.
You're kidding.
- My name's Jim. What's yours?
- Mary.
- I'll bet it's Mary Smith.
- I'll bet it isn't.
Well, Mary... you found your little lamb.
Now I'm gonna follow you wherever you go.
Gee, we're alone!
And our day is almost over.
Oh, it isn't over.
It's just beginning.
- For I'm going to make you a promise.
- Promise what?
That we'll never be lonesome anymore.
If I had known when I first saw you... that you were only a telephone operator instead of a swell...
I'd have proposed to you right on the spot.
And if I had known that you were just a punch presser...
I... I would have accepted.
Gee, it's funny how lonesome a fella can be... especially with a million people around him.
You know, you just can't be happy in a hotel room... especially when all your friends... have homes and kiddies.
All my life I've wanted a little white house... out in the country, with blue shingles.
I don't like blue shingles.
But you like the white house.
And I'd paint the shingles any color you like.
- Lavender?
- Sure!
Or pink?
Oh, Mary, I'd rather have them blue.
Then they'd be just the color of your eyes.
Of course, you could have them black, or brown, or green, or... any color you like, just so long as you're there.
Mary...
Mary.
Gee, that's a pretty name!
- But Sergeant, I —
- Calm yourself, baby!
I'll get to you in a moment.
Now tell me where you found him.
A jane was hurt down at the roller coaster.
This monkey tried to run over me about it!
- Disturbing the peace, eh, kiddo?
- Oh, listen to me, Sergeant.
That's what I was trying to tell this man:
that it was my girl that was hurt.
I was trying to get to her to help her.
So it was your girl that was hurt, eh?
What is her name?
- Mary, sir.
- Mary what?
I...
I don't know.
You see, we only met today.
- Picked her up, eh?
- Oh, no, sir.
You wouldn't say that if you saw her.
She's not that kind of a girl.
She's a good kid, a sweet kid.
That ain't much of a description.
You're officially charged... with picking up girls and resisting arrest.
- Take him away.
- I wish I could make you realize, sir... that you've got to let me go.
I don't know that girl's name, but I love her.
And if I don't get to her, I'll lose her.
And I'm gonna marry her... if she'll have me.
Dear me!
Isn't that thrilling!
- Do go on!
- Yes, I'll go on... and I'll tell you what I think of you.
You don't know when a man's sincere and when he's not.
What a great policeman you are!
You're so used to dealing with lousy, rotten people... you're rotten yourself!
Run along to your little Mary, sonny.
I hope you find her.
Do you — do you mean it?
Sure I mean it.
Don't mind me. I'm just playful today.
Now run along.
Thanks.
As for you, you big ham, you go jump in the lake!
Hey, you go jump in the lake!
I'll be loving you always
With a love that's true always
When the things you've planned need a helping hand
I will understand always
Always Days may not be fair always
That's when I'll be there always
Not for just an hour
Not for just a day
Not for just a year but always
Lonesome me
Poor little lonesome me
So near and yet so far
From happiness
How I pray
We'll meet again someday
To love and laugh
THE PASSION OF JOAN OF ARC.
In the library of the Chambre des députés in Paris is one of world history's most remarkable documents:
The record that was written during the trial of Jeanne d'Arc - the trial that led to her conviction and death
the judges' questions and Jeanne's own answers have been meticulously recorded
reading it you will see Jeanne as she really was - not in helmet and armour, but simple and human a young woman who died for her country
and we are witnesses to a poignant drama - a young, faithful woman fighting alone against a band of blind theologians and skilled jurists.
I swear to tell the truth and nothing but the truth
I was christened Jeanne
at home I am called Jeannette.
How old are you?
Nineteen I think.
Can you say Our Father?
Who taught it to you?
My mother.
Say the Our Father.
You claim to be sent by God?
To save France
that is why I was born.
So you believe that God hates the English?
I know not whether God loves or hates the English
but I know for certain that the English will all be driven out of France
except for those who are going to die here.
You have told that Saint Michael appeared before you what did he look like?
Did he have wings?
Did he wear a crown?
What did he wear?
How were you able to tell if it was a man or a woman?
Was he naked?
Do you not believe that God would have clothes for him?
Did he have long hair?
Why should he have had it cut off?
Why do you dress as a man?
If we give you a woman's dress, will you wear it?
When I have accomplished God's will for me,
I shall again wear omen's clothes.
So it is God who has dictated how you dress?
What do you expect from God in return?
The salvation of my soul.
This is blasphemy.
This is a disgrace
for me she is a saint.
Did God make you promises of any kind?
That has nothing to do with your trial.
I think I will let the judges decide that.
Shall we vote on it?
Well, what has God promised you?
Perhaps he has promised that you will be released from your prison?
When?
I know neither the clay
nor the hour.
If she will not willingly confess, we must try to lure the confession out of her.
Get me a letter with the signature of King Charles.
Write a letter by my dictation.
I have great sympathy for you!
Would you recognise your King's signature?
I have a letter from him to you.
I cannot read.
To our clearly beloved Jeanne.
We have gathered a mighty army and are preparing an attack on Rouen.
We send you this priest, who is devoted to us - have confidence in him.
As Jesus is God's son, you claim to be God's daughter?
Will you now say the Our Father?
Did God promise that you would be released soon?
By means of a great victory!
Has God told you that you will go to Heaven?
So you are certain of being saved?
Do you realise that it is dangerous to answer this way?
Since you are so certain of your salvation, you do not need the Church?
Are you already in a state of grace?
Well, answer! Are you in a state of grace?
If I am, may God so keep me
lfl am not, may God bestow His grace upon me!
Monseigneur
please allow me to go to Mass.
Jeanne, you shall be allowed to go to Mass
but on one condition: That you change your clothing.
So those clothes are clearer to you than the Lord's Mass
it is abominable
it is a disgrace to God.
You are no daughter of God
you are one of Satan's gang!
Let them prepare the torture.
She looks just like a daughter of God, doesn't she?
In the torture chamber.
Look at your judges
do you not believe that these learned doctors are wiser than you?
But the wisdom of God is even greater.
Listen Jeanne, we know that your visions did not come from God
but from the Devil.
How do you distinguish a good angel from a bad angel?
It is the Devil to whom you have knelt, not Saint Michael!
Do you not understand that it is Satan who has turned your head
who has deceived you
and betrayed you.
I think she is ready to sign the abjuration!
The Church is opening her arms to you
if you turn away, she will disown you and you will stand alone
alone!
Yes, alone
alone with God!
Even though you torture my soul out of my body,
I shall confess nothing
and if I should confess,
I shall say afterwards that you forced me to do it!
On no account must she die a natural death she has cost me too much for that.
She is very weak.
She has a fever we shall have to bleed her.
But take good care that she does not do away with herself she is capable of anything.
Go and fetch the Sacrament.
Is there anything you wish to say?
I am afraid that I am going to die
and if I should die,
I implore you to have me buried in consecrated ground.
The Church is merciful
she always takes care of the lamb that has strayed.
Jeanne, we only want what is best for you - look, I have sent for the Sacrament.
I am a good Christian.
Do you realise that it is the Body of Christ you are rejecting?
Do you not realise that you offend God by your defiance?
I love and honour God with all my heart.
You claim that I am sent by the Devil
that is not true
it is you who have been sent by the Devil - to torment me
and you
and you
There is nothing more we can do with her give the executioner his orders!
We will make one last attempt to save this lost soul.
It is to you, Jeanne, I am talking
it is to you I say that your King is a heretic!
My King is the noblest of all Christians.
The arrogance of this woman is incredible
never before in France have we witnessed a monster like her
I have never clone anyone any harm.
If you do not sign, you will be burned alive
behold, the executioner is awaiting you.
You have no right to die yet - your King still needs your help.
Sign, Jeanne and save your life!
We have great sympathy for you.
Sign, Jeanne!
In the name of the Lord, Amen
since you have at last renounced the errors of your ways, the Church opens her doors to you
but as you are guilty of such a sin, we condemn you
to perpetual imprisonment- there to eat the bread of sorrow and drink the water of affliction.
You have clone a good day's work - you have saved your life and your soul.
She has only made fools of you.
Long live Jeanne!
Go and fetch the judges!
I have forsaken God I have lied
hurry!
I have been a wicked person
I have denied God to save my life.
But, Jeanne, you have admitted in front of everybody that you were sent by the Devil.
So you still believe that you are sent by the Lord?
That was a fatal answer.
I have confessed only for fear of being burned.
Have you anything else to tell us?
We have come to prepare you for death.
Now already?
What kind of death?
At the stake!
I will go and fetch the Sacrament.
Tell me, how can you still believe that you are sent by God?
His ways are not our ways.
Yes
- I am His child.
And the great victory?
MV martyrdom!
And your release?
Death!
Do you wish to confess?
"Heretic, Relapsed, Apostate, idolatress."
May the Body of our Lord Jesus Christ preserve thy soul
unto life everlasting, Amen.
Jeanne, gather yourself your last moments are near.
Dear, clear Jesus I accept my death willingly
let my suffering be short
will I be with you tonight in Paradise?
Jesus!
You have burned a saint!
The surrounding flames protected Jeanne's soul as it rose towards Heaven -
Jeanne, whose heart has remained the heart of France
Jeanne, whose memory for all time will be honoured by the people of France.
Buster Keaton in Steamboat Bill, Jr.
Muddy Waters.
The new steamer, King.
J.J. King, owner. (Actor :
Tom McGuire)
The old steamer, Stonewall Jackson.
The owner, William Canfield, better known as Steamboat Bill.
(Actor : Ernest Torrence)
Bill's first and last mate. (Actor : Tom Lewis)
WELCOME KING - STEAMBOAT CO.
River Junction Bank. J.J. king President.
Hotel King.
King
"This floating palace should put an end to that 'thing' Steamboat Bill is running."
"Looks like you'll have to look for a new river."
"I'll run on this river if I'm the only passenger on the boat."
"Telegram from your son.... it's been here four days."
William Canfield Sr. Steamboat Stonewall Jackson, River Junction, Mississippi.
Dear dad, It was mother's wish that when I had finished school to pay you a visit.
I think I arrive Saturday 10 A.M. You can't mistake me.
I'll be wearing a white carnation.
Regards, William Canfield Jr.
"It's from my Willie, I haven't seen him since he was a baby."
"Must be a big lad by now."
"I'll bet he's bigger'n me."
To steamboat Stonewall Jackson. Free Bus to the Stonewall Jackson.
King's daughter, home from school. (Actress : Marion Byron)
River Junction (Train Station)
Bus - The King Steamboat co. (New! )
To steamboat Stonewall Jackson.
Free Bus to the Stonewall Jackson. (Old)
"Any of you boys looking for a father?"
River Junction.
Will Canfield Jr. Boston.
"If you say what you're thinking I'll Strangle you!"
Barbershop.
"Take that barnacle off his lip."
"Why, Willie Canfield ...
What are you doing so far from Boston?"
"My father's here."
"So is mine and you'll love him."
"Is that ...
Steamboat Bill, Junior? "
"Fix him up with some working clothes for the boat."
Working clothes for the boat with her help.
"No jury would convict you."
"If I find him on this boat again, I'll personally wring his neck."
"That's what that's for."
"If anybody else is caught on this boat ... my son'll handle him."
"Show him what makes the boat go."
"Keep your hands off him."
"I'm trying to teach you to run it ... not 'wreck' it."
Eight Bells and all is wrong.
... home. I will be waiting in the Salon.
If you really care for me come tonight.
"I'll pick the young man for you .... and it won't be the son of a river tramp."
"I'll pick the young lady for you .... and it won't be a girl with a father like that."
"What do you mean throwing those .... cocoanut shells on the floor? "
"Back to Boston you go."
Morning.
(Train Ticket) Destination From : River Junction To : Boston, Massachusetts
This is to notify that the steamer STONEWALL JACKSON... is unsafe and hereby CONDEMNED until further investigation.
Signed Public Safety Committee.
Out of Town Papers.
"Are you responsible for this? "
"Well, it ought to be condemned, the first good wind would sink it anyhow."
U.S. Post Office.
"This man not only threatened my life but defied the law."
Western Union Telegraph.
Entrance.
"King will see that he don't get out of here for awhile."
(Train Ticket) Southern Railway Co.
Destination From :
River Junction ...
To :
Boston, Massachusetts (Passenger Name) :
Will Canfield Jr.
(Local Newspaper) WEATHER CONDITIONS Unsettled --- wet and cloudy.
"I've brought my poor father bread."
"Throw both him and the bread out."
"Tell him I made it myself."
"I'll just wait around until he is famished."
The Prisoner's Song.
Oh! I wish I had some one to love me Some one to call me their own;
Oh! I wish I had some one to live with 'Cause I'm tired of living alone. ....
"I guess I better go."
"I've changed my mind ... I want the bread."
"No ....
I don't think you do."
"Come, my boy ... I was only foolin'."
"I know what it is .... you're ashamed of my baking."
"You talk to him, Sheriff."
"After all, the old bum is your father."
"That must of happened when the dough fell in the tool chest."
"Don't let him do that to you, Willie, bust him on the jaw."
"What ... this shrimp hit me? "
"If he'd ever hit you on your jaw, he'd break it."
"No, I might hurt you."
"Take him down to the receiving hospital."
Hospital
(Local Newspaper) WEATHER CONDITIONS Storm clouds in the offing.
"The pier is not strong enough to hold the boat against this wind."
The King's Fish Palace.
Cigars and Tobacco.
Public Library.
Stage Door.
The End. Typed Synchronized By :
Well, we finished earlier than Ike and I expected.
- Are you going anywhere?
- No, I don't think so.
So the next time, I changed to another tailor, but found out that he was no better than the first.
I bought some pretty expensive cloth and took it to him and you should've seen the mess he made of it
I told him I wouldn't pay for the thing, but the trouble is, he's got my material.
Well, I left the suit with him and it's been there ever since.
- Good evening Miss White. And how are you?
- I'm all right, thanks.
- I haven't seen you for a long time.
Have you come to take Frank for a walk.
Yes - That's right. - Well, I must push along.
- Good-night.
- Good-night Frank.
- Well dear.
- I've been waiting here half an hour for you.
- Good-night Sean.
- Good-night Frank.
Good-night George.
- Sorry sir. Full up. You'll have more room upstairs.
I think I told you, there's more room upstairs!
Sorry Sir. Full up here. There's more room up...
HEY!
Frank. I've lost one of my gloves. I think I left it at the other table.
- Yes, thanks.
Thought so, there's a hole in two fingers.
Would you like a pair of nail scissors for Christmas?
- Funny, aren't you?
- Oh Miss, Miss!
It's no good being impatient, you'll have to wait your turn.
What's the matter with you today?
Got out of bed the wrong side?
-I don't like waiting about for you.
Oh, don't you? ... Oh, Miss...
Do you expect the entire machinary of Scotland Yard to be held up to please you?
You and your Scotland Yard If it weren't for Edgar Wallace nobody'd ever heard of it.
Funny, aren't you?
Anyway, what's the hurry? We're only going to the pictures, we've got all evening.
- Well, I don't think I want to go to the pictures.
- Oh, and why not?
-I've seen everything worth seeing.
- You haven't seen "Fingerprints". I'd like to see that.
Still it's about Scotland Yard ... might be amusing. They're bound to get all the details wrong.
I don't see why. I did hear they'd got a real criminal to direct it.
- So as to be on the safe side. - Oh, oh Miss!
Oh, blast...
Well, I've ordered.
- I'll go to the pictures with you, if you like.
- uh, changed your mind.
Have you got an ashtray Miss?
I never seem to get an ashtray where I sit.
Frank, Frank. I've changed my mind again.
- About going to the pictures.
- You mean you don't want to go again? - No, not particularly.
- Why not?
- I don't know , I just don't want to.
- Isn't that enough?
- No, it's not enough ... oy, Miss!
- What are you going to do?
- I'm going to get the bill.
I'm about fed up with you. lf you don't want to go, I do.
- Oh all right, I'll come too.
- oy, Miss!
Oh, don't let's have a row. I'm sorry. I know I've been rather beastly today.
- Miss!
- Frank, I've said I'm sorry.
Here, that will cover it.
Hold on. I live here.
Do you?
Then you needn't come any further.
Oh, no now I said that I'd see you home, and I will.
But I'm only just around the corner. Do you know Whites? The newsagent?
- Yes? In the Kings road? Yes.
- That's my father.
No! Yes.
Now isn't that fine?
Then we're neighbors.
- Have you ever seen an artist's studio?
- No, I'd love to.
- Come up and see mine. - Oh, I can't now.
Another time.
- Why not now?
- Why, it's so late.
- Are you frightened?
- No, course not.
Then why not now?
No, really. Thanks awfully. I must be getting home.
- You are frightened.
- I'm certainly not ... take more'n a man to frighten me.
Yes...that's what I thought....at first.
- What is the time?
- Not very late.
- Come on. What's the harm.
Oh, no harm really. Besides, I always think a girl knows instinctively when she can trust a man.
Yes, of course she does. Do you trust me?
- Alice?
May I call you Alice?
- If you like.
Come on.
- Oh Mr. Crewe. Before you go in, could I...?
- Excuse me, miss.
That chap's nothing but a sponger. Always pestering people up and down this street.
Well, here we are.
I'm right up there. Top! Excuse me a minute, will you?
I say, I'm awfully sorry. I won't be a minute. You start walking up.
That's all right.
Oh good evening. Sorry to disturb you. About this note, did he leave any message?
No, he wouldn't leave any message.
-Have you seen him before.
- Yes, the same gent what called here several times.
Thanks very much.
Bit of a climb, wasn't it?
What a lovely room. Did you do it all yourself?
Hardly. I say, do you feel cold?
I think I'll light the fire.
- I say. That's good, isn't it? - Oh that?
Yes, that's a new one, just finished.
- How do you hold this?
- What?
Oh, that.
That's easy. I'll show you.
Oh Lord, not like that. Let me show you.
You take this and hold it like that, you see...
Then you get the brush and hold it there.
You try.
- Like this?
- Yes.
- Oh, look what I've done.
- Ooo, yes

- Draw something Alice.
- Shall I?
- Yes.
Rotten.
Never mind. We'll finish this masterpiece together.
Now you hold the brush. Steady.
There we are.
You are awful.
Wait a minute.
There. Already a pick ahead of me.
I'll go and get those drinks....
Right you are.
I say, how would I do for one of your models?
That's an idea.
- Let's see it on you.
- Do you mean, put it on?
Yes, why not?
- Oh, it's so strong!
Oh no, I don't think so. Besides I have to go home soon.
I see.
Pity. I would have like to have sketched you in it.
- Would you have really?
- Yes, but perhaps you are right.
I bet it would.
- Shall I really try it on?
- All right.
- Think this will be big enough for me.
- What? - I said, do you think this will be big enough for me.
- Yes, I think so.
- Go on, play something.
- Wait a minute, how does that thing go?
I know.
And that's a song about you my dear.
You haven't said how you like it.
Marvellous.
- I can't do it up. -Wait a minute... where is this trouble?
- I can't do it all up. - Never mind.
- How do I look?
- Wait a minute, it isn't quite right.
Put your hands there.
- I better go.
- I say.
I've got it.
- Please give it to me.
- All right, come on out.
There it is.
Don't be silly Alice. Don't be silly.
No, no, let me go!
Let me go!
No, no.... loud scream!
- Mr. Crewe! - Mr. Who? - No!
It's only b... - All right. Don't you worry.
... seven or eleven?
- 31.
- What?
- 31, I said.
- No, no, 31.
- Ah good. Just take a look around, will you?
- Right you are sir.
- Alice, wake up. Anyone'd think you hadn't been asleep all night.
What do you think! ? There's been a murder last night, round the corner.
They tell me the police are round there now.
We'll all be murdered in our beds, soon, I'm sure we will ... 'cause I don't think the police are what they were.
...morning, Alice. 'eard about the murder?
- Yes, I heard.
- Do you remember Frank's telephone number dear?
- No, but here, you'll find it in the book.
- I mean, some murders are so different to others aren't they?
- ... pushed his lady friends under the water when they was having a bath
What was his name... you remember...
I think that was ever so beastly pure gave me the shivers
...after I read about it, I didn't dare 'ave a bath for a month.
... an' for weeks after that I only used to 'ave a rinse down. What was his name?
... you remember, Smith, wasn't it?
What's wrong Alice? You don't look very cheerful this morning.
-You do look a little bit peeky, I must say.
- Dad, Alice, breakfast. Good-morning, Mr. White.
I couldn't look bak'n in the face after what happened last night ... and under our very noses.
Mind you, I don't think, meself, it's all together the police's fault.
What I mean is, they 'ave to wink at some things. I mean it's one thing to buy chocolates out of hours, but it's quite another to stick a knife into a gentleman.
I must say I feel the same way about that too.
A good, clean, honest whack over the 'ead with a brick is one thing.... ...something British about that. But knives? ... No. ...
Now, mind you a knife is a difficult thing to handle.
I mean any knife (mumble, mumble) knife ... (mumble,mumble) ... knife ...
(mumble, mumble) a butcher's knife... - Alice, cut us a bit of bread, will you?
I mean, in Chelsea you mustn't use a ... KNIFE!
- Dear, you ought to be more careful. You might have cut somebody with that.
Customer.....
- No news of the murder yet?
- No, not yet.
- Thank you.
Good-morning.
- Well, I must be going. I can't stand here gossiping all day like some people.
Chatter, chatter, chatter.... give 'em a chance to talk about other people's business, and they'll take it.
- What's the matter Alice?
Had another row with Frank?
- Another customer Alice.
- Good morning, Alice.
- I say, have you 'eard about our murder?
- Yes, they put me on it.
- Did they?
That's good isn't it?
Well, I hope you get him Frank!
- If they do, that will mean promotion, won't it? - D'you reck'n you'll get him soon?
- Well, uh, I... I don't know.
-Well, I came in here to phone. - That's all right.
Come here a minute will you?
- Well I must be going now. Good-bye, Mrs. White, good-bye, Mr. White.
Now you two.
- Sssshhhh..... Be careful...
What happened last night?
Why don't you tell me?
Look ... you know where I found that?
It's the only piece of evidence that you were there. I'm keeping it back at present.
For God's sake, say something!
- If you're not using the phone...uh, may I?
I ... uh... I want to get on to Scotland Yard.
- I say.
- I want the best cigar in the shop.
Certainly sir. Perhaps you'd like to telephone while I get it down?
- No thanks, that can wait.
- What does he mean?
- Very well sir. Now...uh, what sort of a cigar would you like sir?
I' ve got 'enry Clay or Corona, Corona?
- Corona.
- Any news of the murder.
- No, nothing yet.
- Have you heard anything?
- No, no news.
- Are you ... uh ... quite sure?
- What the hell business is it of yours, anyway?
- You know, I looked everywhere for that other glove last night.
But, of course, you detectives are better trained at finding these things.
- Ah, here we are sir.
- Excuse me, will you?
Thank you. ... Oh, they look good.
- They ought to. I've had ' em for years.
Is it ... all right sir?
- Yes, I thought the top was broken, but it's all right.
- Have you a light?
- Yes, here you are.
- How silly of me, hadn't noticed it.
- Uh ... all right sir?
- Oh, ha...of course ... sorry.
Extraordinary actually........
I say......would you pay for this?
Is this gentleman a friend of yours, Frank?
Well, we're not exactly friends. At least ... not yet.
But we're going to do a little business together, aren't we, Frank?
I'll look after the shop, Father. You go and finish your paper.
What for?
Oh....all right my dear, all right.
Rather unfortunate that poor man died around the corner last night.
Look here you....
Perhaps it's rather fortunate, that your little secret only came into the hands of a man like me.
D'you know, there are some men who would make money out of a thing like that.
What a chance for blackmail. Oh, oh that's awful.
I couldn't do a thing like that.
Morning, Miss. Two of each there.
By the way. You're a detective. Let me give you a tip.
Don't wave important clues in telephone boxes. They've got glass doors.
You know ... uh... detectives in glass houses shouldn't wave clues.
Come on, out with it. What do you want?
What do I want?
Oooooh, well ... uh ...
Couldn't we discuss that over breakfast?
Mother this is a friend of Frank's. Mr. ...?
- Tracy.
- Pleased to meet you.
- Mr. Tracy, would you like something to eat?
- Thank-you.
- Lovely weather, we're having.
- Yes, splendid.
- Who did you say that man was?
- He's a very important friend of Frank's.
I'll get the breakfast for him.
- Here! Aren't we rude? Won't you take my chair?
- Oh, thanks.
- Did you see, or hear anything during the night?
- No, sir.
- What time did you go to bed?
- About half past ten, sir.
- Did you write this?
- Yes.
- How old would you say this man was.
- I'm afraid I couldn't tell you, sir, he had his hat on.
- Did you notice anything particular about his clothes?
- Well, ah ... he had a black hat and a loose kind of collar... 'nd a tie ... and that's about all, I think.
- Was he dark or fair?
- Well, you couldn't say he was a blond and you couldn't say he was a brunette. He was a bit of both, you know, kind of mousey.
- Anything else?
- No.
- Except when he spoke to you, he went like this.
- All right. Give me records.
- Well, bring him along.
Let's hear what he's got to say. - Understood?
-Yes, sir.
- Right, get along with it..
- That'll do to go on with.
- How much longer is that man going to stay?
Don't tell me he'll be here to dinner.
- Don't make things awkward mother. It means a lot to to me and Frank.
- Well, I don't see why they should carry on their business in my parlour.
- I'll take it.
- Very well.
- But I don't like that man ... and the sooner he goes the better.
..., you are very clever. I can see that all right.
- Frank?
Just a minute will you?
A pal of yours at the Yard, said he thought you might be here.
- Oh, all right.
Hello?
Yeah. Yes.
Well, I thought you wouldn't mind if ...
What?
Who?
- Any news Frank?
- Alice ...
lock that door.
As you were saying ... rather unfortunate the way that poor man round the corner... uh... died last night.
On the other hand, perhaps it's fortunate.
For us, that is... that a suspicious looking man, with a criminal record, was seen hanging around the place.
- You....
Look here, don't you try and swing this thing on me. That won't get you anywhere.
- Also rather unfortunate, that Scotland Yard, are at present looking for that man.
- I say, Frank!
- Just a minute Alice.
- But there's one thing you seem to have forgotten....
- Oh, and what's that?
- Before we get to any hanging, I shall have quite a lot to say.
And the first thing I shall say is, that she was there too.
- Oh, you will, will you?
Isn't there one thing you seem to have forgotten, that our word's as good as, or perhaps a bit better than that of a jailbird.
So we'll face that when the time comes.
Meanwhile, we'll just sit quietly here until the squad van arrives.
- That surprises you doesn't it?
- No, it doesn't surprise me in the least.
When it comes, the surprise won't be for me.
- Very well then, we are both satisfied.
- Yes, we're both satisfied.
It's my word, against hers.
- Frank, you can't do this.
- Why not?
- Well, because...
- Now, now, don't interfere, Alice, I know what I'm doing.
You don't, you don't.
- Please Frank.
- Oh, for God's sake, be quiet Alice.
- Why can't you let her speak.
- You mind your own business.
In any case, she'll speak at the right moment.
- Look here Frank. Why can't we, both of us, chuck the whole thing now?
I've got nothing against you. You've got nothing against me.
Except, of course, I ... I had some cash from you, but ... I wasn't serious.
Well, look here, have it back now.
Well can't you see, that she wants to chuck it up too? And so do I, you know.
Look here, Miss. You tell him.
Tell him that he's playing with fire ... and ...
And we shall, all of us, burn our fingers.
I'm not bad really ...
I... only, things have gone wrong lately, and one's got to live, you know.
All right then. It's still my word against hers.
[bell rings]
Oy!
You men meet me in the back, Frank, follow me!
I say, it's not me you want..... It's him.....ask him.
Why his own....
Not very often I see you so early in the day as this.
- Called to see Frank? - No.
No, I want to see lnspector Walls, please.
-Then you'll have to fill out one of these forms, you know. - All right.
- Do you know something about this?
- Yes.
George, just a minute.
Take this along to inspector Walls.
Well I suppose you're going to tell him who did it, Miss.
- You can come along now - Here you are, Miss.
- Come in, please.
Won't you sit down?
You've something to tell us about this case.
- Yes.
- Well, what is it?
Well, you see. I know who did it.
Is this worthwhile sir, now that everything has been cleared up?
Let's hear what she's got to say.
What I was going to say is this...
I'd better say, what I have to say now...
I would rather not wait ...
What I wanted to say is ...
- I was the one ...
- One moment please.
Hello. Yes, yes ...
Yes, hold on ...
Will you deal with this young lady,
I shall be busy for a minute.
Yes, sir.
This way Miss, please.
Alice, whatever made you come here?
I did it.
- I know.
- You don't know.
He tried ... oh, I can't tell you.
It's too terrible. I was defending myself.
I didn't know what I was doing and then...
- My dear.
- Ha, ha! So you found him, Miss. Did she tell you who did it.
- Yes.
You'll want to look out, or you'll be losing your job my boy.
I suppose we'll soon have lady detectives up in the Yard, eh.
And I shall be all right on the dole, won't I.
-Thirty thousand.
- From the Russians?
No, from the French.
From the Russians we capture more than that every day.
Mr. Postman.
War is war and schnapps is schnapps, and business must go on.
You didn't leave the mail yet this morning.
Ah, I'm sorry, Mr. Meyer.
Hello, Himmelstoss. Anything for us today?
- No, no, Master Peter.
- Oh, there must be something.
Here, here you go, young lad.
There.
This is the last mail I deliver anyhow.
- What?
- Tomorrow I change uniforms.
- You're going in the army?
- Yes, I was called.
I'm a sergeant in the reserves, you know.
I'll be called myself, if it doesn't end in a few months.
- It will, though.
- I'm sure you're right, Mr. Meyer.
...defending our country, our fatherland.
Now, my beloved class, this is what we must do:
Strike with all our power.
Give every ounce of strength... to win victory before the end of the year.
It is with reluctance that I bring this subject up again.
You are the life of the fatherland, you boys.
You are the iron men of Germany.
You are the gay heroes who will repulse the enemy... when you are called upon to do so.
It is not for me to suggest that any of you... should stand up and offer to defend his country.
But I wonder if such a thing is going through your heads.
I know that in one of the schools, the boys have risen up in the classroom... and enlisted in a mass.
But, of course, if such a thing should happen here, you would not blame me for a feeling of pride.
Perhaps some will say... that you should not be allowed to go yet, that you are too young, that you have homes, mothers, fathers, that you should not be torn away.
Are your fathers so forgetful of their fatherland... that they would let it perish rather than you?
Are your mothers so weak that they cannot send a son... to defend the land which gave them birth?
And after all, is a little experience... such a bad thing for a boy?
Is the honor of wearing a uniform... something from which we should run?
And if our young ladies glory in those who wear it, is that anything to be ashamed of?
I know you have never desired the adulation of heroes.
That has not been part of my teaching.
We have sought to make ourselves worthy, and let a claim come when it would.
But to be foremost in battle... is a virtue not to be despised.
I believe it will be a quick war, that there will be few losses.
But if losses there must be, then let us remember the Latin phrase... which must have come to the lips of many a Roman... when he stood embattled in a foreign land:
"Dulce et decorum est pro patria mori."
"Sweet and fitting it is to die for the fatherland."
Some of you may have ambitions.
I know of one young man who has great promise as a writer, and he has written the first act of a tragedy... which would be a credit to one of the masters.
And he is dreaming, I suppose, of following in the footsteps of Goethe and Schiller, and I hope he will.
But now our country calls.
The fatherland needs leaders.
Personal ambition must be thrown aside... in the one great sacrifice for our country.
Here is a glorious beginning to your lives.
The field of honor calls you.
Why are we here?
You, Kropp, what has kept you back?
You, Mueller, you know how much you are needed?
Ah, I see you look at your leader.
And I, too, look to you, Paul Baumer, and I wonder what you are going to do.
- I'll go.
- I want to go.
- Me too.
- I'm ready.
- I'm not gonna stay home!
Follow me!
Enlist now!
- No more classes!
- No more classes!
- Don't be a quitter!
- Come on, Behn!
Stick together. That's what we've got to do.
- Let's all stick together.
- Come on, Behn.
All right. All right.
- I'll go. - That's the way!
Let's go!
Hey! Let's sing!
Come on!
- Keep in line there, soldiers.
- Anything you say, General.
Detail, halt!
Left face!
Get into uniform, ready to report.
Fall out!
I betcha a place like this gets you in good condition.
You have to be for the long marches.
I'm gonna get in the cavalry and ride.
No cavalry for me.
Infantry's where you see the fighting.
Where are all the guns?
That's what I want to know.
Oh, you don't get a gun for a long while yet.
If I'm gonna bump off the enemy, I gotta have some practice. Ow!
Bayonet drill. That's what I want.
You won a medal that time, Mueller.
You wait.
In about a month I'll be covered with 'em.
Say, keep your boots out of my face!
Why, it's an honor to have those boots in your face.
They're the best pair in the army!
My uncle gave 'em to me.
Just look at that special imported leather.
Put 'em anyplace you like, except in my face.
Not even a kitchen maid'll look at me in this!
Attention!
Well, for the love of -- It's Himmelstoss!
- So it is.
- And all dressed up.
Hello, Himmie.
You didn't think you'd see me again so soon, did you?
- You see my rank?
- Sure.
Fall back, then!
- Himmelstoss, we certainly are glad to see you.
- What did you say?
- I was going to say--
- Never mind!
- What's the matter with you?
- When you address your superior officer, say "sir"!
- Where'd he get such a nice uniform?
- Any mail for us, Himmie?
- Quiet!
- My dear fellow, you're shouting.
Ah, come on, Himmelstoss.
We know ya. Take off the false whiskers.
- I believe you mean it!
- You'll find out that I mean it.
- But only three days ago you were our postman.
- Silence!
Come back here!
Line up!
Line up!
Get in some kind of a line!
All of you!
Line up, I say!
What a pretty sight that is!
Have you never heard of standing in line?
You make a fine mess of it.
Well, I'll have to teach you.
We'll spend the whole day on it, huh?
You may be stupid, but I'm used to that.
And then there'll be plenty of other things too.
Oh, I'll not neglect you.
Hmm. You're not much to begin with, but I'll do my best.
I see that we have come here with a slight misunderstanding, and we'll correct that, too, won't we, huh?
And the first thing to do is to forget everything you ever knew.
Everything you ever learned, forget!
Forget what you've been and what you think you're going to be.
You're going to be soldiers, and that's all!
I'll take the mother's milk out of you!
I'll make you hard-boiled!
I'll make soldiers out of you or kill you!
Now... salute!
Detachment...
lie down!
Head down!
Keep your head down, Baumer!
Detachment... get up!
Now sing!
Do you call that singing?
Detachment, halt!
So... we have no spirit, huh?
We are in no mood for recreation.
Work is what we want. Good!
Then we'll go back to work!
Detachment, lie down!
Keep your head down!
Now sing!
Men... halt!
Order, arms!
Inspection at 3:00. Dismissed!
Oh, that swine!
That means we get no time off.
It will take four hours to get ready for inspection.
- I'd like to know what's in his mind.
- He hasn't got any!
I'm gonna cut him open sometime and find out!
He's too thick-skinned. He won't cut.
This is the fourth time he's made me disappoint that poor girl.
Order, arms!
Left shoulder, arms!
Squad right. To the right, march!
Follow right, march!
Squad, left march!
Forward... march!
Detachment... halt!
Present arms!
Himmelstoss.
Excellent work. They're going up front tomorrow.
- I recommend leave till midnight.
- Very good, sir.
Detachment...
lie down!
Crawl forward!
He spoiled our leave. I'll never forgive him for that.
- The rat!
- Leave till midnight. Hmm!
It'll take till midnight to dry our clothes.
There goes the filthy ape now.
While we slave over this mud, he goes off to have a few drinks!
Someday I'm going to take one smack at him-- just one.
Me too.
That's gonna be my life's work from now on.
Why only one?
I'm gonna take several.
I might even kick him while he's down. I feel mean.
What are you doing?
You're not going to desert, are you?
What?
Listen.
I've got an idea.
Crawl forward!
Lie down!
Lie down!
Crawl forward!
Oh! What?
- Cover!
- Paul, you all right?
Behn!
Behn!
Behn!
Come on!
Behn, come on! You fool!
Behn!
Get up!
Come on.
- Sounds like more replacements coming in.
Yeah.
Tjaden must have gone home for that wood.
There's some more, fresh from the turnip patch.
I suppose this is where we bunk.
That's me, "l.
Westhus,"
and this is where I live.
- I didn't know!
- Well, you know now!
Yes.
Yes, of course.
- It's all right.
- Here's a bunk, Paul.
- When did we eat last?
- Don't remind me.
- I was fine until you spoke.
- Where are we anyway?
I don't know.
The name on the railroad station's been shot off.
There must be something to eat somewhere.
I'll tell you what I'll do.
I'll ask those fellas.
Sorry to disturb you, Mr. Westhus.
Oh. Meet Detering. A better farmer never lived.
- And Mr. Tjaden.
- Sit down.
You see, we haven't eaten since breakfast.
We thought maybe you could tell us what we ought to do about it.
Eat without further delay.
Well, what's funny about that?
This is a bad town to bring an appetite to, soldier.
We've been here since yesterday morning, living on baled hay and razor blades.
We're willing to buy our food. Where's the canteen?
The only canteen in these regions is out looking for supplies.
- Ever hear of Katczinsky?
- Who?
Katczinsky. He's uncanny.
If there's any food within 25 miles, he'll be the one to get it.
Attention!
- What is this?
- Volunteers for the future generals' staff.
Sometime I'm gonna take one of you volunteers apart... and find out what makes you leave school and join the army.
At ease.
This is no parade ground.
- Hungry?
- Yes.
Wait!
Wait a minute!
That's no invitation.
Can you pay?
I have some money.
No, not money. That's just pieces of paper.
Have you got any cigarettes, cigars,
- or soap, cognac--
- Yeah, yeah.
- Chewing tobacco?
- Yeah, yeah.
Are you crazy?
There ain't enough here for us.
I wish you three would get bumped off.
I'm tired of feeding ya for nothing.
- Bring everything you got.
- I'm so hungry--
- I'd be glad to give you--
- Come on!
- Is this enough, sir?
- Kat! - Hmm?
- You've got the wiring detail tonight.
- Where?
- Past the graveyard.
- With this bunch?
It's quiet tonight. You can teach 'em a couple of things.
Thanks.
I'd rather do it alone.
- These babes get killed off too fast.
- Well, the lorry's waiting.
Last night I was too hungry to sleep, and tonight, when I get the wrinkles out of my gut, they think up wiring duty.
Well, here's your chance, heroes.
For the fatherland!
Come on, get your stuff and let's get out of here.
- Is that any way to drive?
- Let him drive any way he wants.
Suppose he breaks your arm. You get sent home, don't you?
A lot better than havin' a hole in your guts.
If there's any of you left, I'll pick you up in the morning.
Well, if that ride you gave us didn't kill us, nothing will.
- And be on time.
I don't want to miss my breakfast.
- Huh? - You better wait for your army, Papa.
Here, here. Don't be so backward.
Listen, children.
All we got to do is to string a little wire.
We pick it up at the dump and carry it to where we need it.
Now, you're gonna see some shell fire, and you're gonna be scared, see?
It's all right, boy. Get up.
Here. Never mind.
It's happened to better men than you, and it's happened to me.
When we come back, I'll get you all some nice clean underwear.
That kind of shell you don't have to pay much attention to.
Those big fellas just make a lot of noise and land about five miles behind the line.
The things we've got to watch out for are the light ones.
They don't give you much warning.
They go "waa-aa-aah zing."
And when you hear that, down!
Mother Earth.
Press yourselves down upon her.
Bury yourselves deep into her.
Just keep your eyes on me.
When you see me flop, you flop, only try to beat me to it.
Shh-shh. Now listen.
I'll show you how it's done.
Give me a couple of those. That's to kill the noise.
Tjaden.
See that?
- What's that mean?
- Bombardment.
My eyes!
I'm blind!
I can't see!
God!
- My eyes!
I can't see!
- I can't see!
- It's Behn!
It's Behn!
- I'll go get him--
- You'll get killed!
- Let me--
- Lay down and stay there!
He's dead.
- He's dead!
- Why did you risk your life bringing' him in?
But it's Behn!
- My friend.
- He's a corpse, no matter who it is.
Now, don't any of you ever do that again.
Put him over there.
- Mind the wire.
- Mind the wire.
- Mind the wire.
- Mind the wire.
- Mind the wire.
- Mind the wire.
All right, come on.
All right, come on. Get your packs and fall in.
Hurry up!
Come on.
Hurry up. Make it snappy.
Get your packs and fall in.
Kat, what are we doing?
What's happening?
You heard him. Orders to march.
- But where to, for the love of --
- Another party.
And this one is gonna last a long time.
Come on.
Here we go.
Company, attention!
Shoulder arms!
March right, march!
- Take your hands off that!
- Queen takes it!
- Well, if you think that's a queen, look again.
Ah, it's a jack.
- Yeah.
- Honest, these cards all look alike.
It's too noisy!
I can't play.
- I suppose your delicate nerves can't stand it.
- Get up!
That's Oscar.
The son of a--
Look at that!
Don't be so snooty. You may wish you had this back.
About two more days of this... and this rat-bitten end of a piece of bread's gonna taste like a hunk of fruitcake.
It wouldn't-
- It wouldn't last two more days, would it?
Didn't I tell you this was gonna be a bad one?
I don't mind the days so much.
It's keeping up all night--
Ah, two more days makes a week, kid.
Then you can say you've been under fire!
You're not scared, are you?
No.
I was just asking. That's all.
- Wanna play some more?
- Do you?
- Sure.
- All right.
My deal.
You better get your boot back before Oscar eats that!
- The kid's all right.
Behn!
Behn.
Yeah, yeah. Let him sleep.
He's dreamin'.
Oh, God. Can't you see it's Behn?
He didn't want to come to war!
No, no.
It isn't Behn.
It isn't Behn!
It's Kemmerick!
It's me!
Shut up, will you?
It's bad enough in here as it is.
Every--
Everything's all right, Franz.
You're dreaming.
You're just dreaming, I guess.
- Attention!
- At ease.
The barrage is gettin' worse.
The men in two more dugouts gone.
However, we'll do our best to get some food up here by evening.
Stop!
Stop!
Let me out!
- What did you do that for?
- Shut up!
Grab him.
- No.
- Now hold him.
You all right now?
I think so.
I couldn't hold out much longer.
- Oh, God, it's Franz!
- Get him over there!
No, he's been hit in the stomach. He can't have anything to drink.
Get a stretcher.
Where'd they get you, Kemmerick?
- Here it is, sir.
- Take his head.
All right.
Take him out.
- Is it serious, sir?
- I'm not sure.
- Tell the others he's all right.
- Yes, sir.
If we're going to fight, why don't we fight?
Why don't we go over?
You could go crazy staying here.
Let's do something!
- Let's go after 'em!
- Sit down!
If that cook of ours had any guts, he'd try to bring something through.
He's so far behind the lines he can't hear the shooting!
- Here's Kat.
Get anything?
- Any luck?
- We'll have to split this up among us.
- Something to eat!
We need butter too.
Yes.
And dessert. And a feather bed to sleep on.
- Rats!
- Rats!
Get out of the way!
What's that?
- Come on!
Grab your rifles!
Come on!
- Here they come.
- Get your grenades here.
Hurry up. Come on, hurry up.
Let's go!
Let's go!
Back to your own lines!
- Fill it up.
- And hurry up.
I've got other things to do.
I've been waiting for this for three weeks.
When they all get here.
What do you want?
Beans, you homely-lookin' son of a frog's leg.
- What do you think I want?
- We're hungry.
Shut up!
I'll feed you when you're all here.
- We're all here now.
- Only half the company's here.
Get the rest.
- Wake 'em up.
I wish I could wake 'em up.
There's 80 of us left.
The rest is in dressing stations or pushing' up daisies.
Eighty?
And I cooked for 150!
All right.
We'll have enough for once. Come on.
Dish out!
You mean you've cooked beans for 150... and you've got bread for 150... and sausage for 150, and tobacco for 150?
Everything!
It's all wrong. I should have been notified.
What a feast!
- Everyone gets two issues.
- Get back in line!
Get back in line!
- Oh, no!
That won't do.
I can't give 80 men what's meant for 150.
Listen.
You drew rations for the 2nd Company, didn't ya?
Yeah.
All right. We're the 2nd Company.
- I've got my orders.
- Kat's right.
- We're the 2nd Company.
And if only half of us get back, that's our good luck.
- Come on.
Dish it out.
- Come on!
- No! - Hey!
You're the yellowest baboon that ever drew a cook wagon, and you're scared-- it shows.
All we want to hear out of you is one more little yip, and we'll cut ya up and eat ya raw.
Why, you keep your kitchen so far back of the lines, we never get anything to eat until it's cold and we're asleep!
Now, you low-down rat, get out...
- or we wreck the joint!
- Come on!
Give us--
- Attention!
At ease.
What's goin' on here?
He's cooked for 150, sir, and he only wants to give us half.
- Looks pretty good.
- Yes, sir.
- Serve the whole issue.
The men can use it.
- Yes, sir.
- And bring me a plate too.
- Yes, sir.
All right.
Take it all. Take everything.
Give 'em honey. Give 'em what they want.
- Fill it up!
- Fill it up!
-Don't mind me. -Oh, that's all right.
Don't mention it.
You know...
I could do with some more beans.
Go help yourself. There's more over there.
- It's too far.
- I wonder, when are we going back to the front?
- Tomorrow.
It's enough to take away a man's appetite.
You know, if they're gonna march us in again tomorrow, we ought to go see how Kemmerick is.
- That's a good idea.
- Let's do that.
- How far is the dressing station?
- About two miles.
- We could take his things to him.
- Good.
It seemed rotten to think of a thing like that happening to him, a nice fellow like Kemmerick.
Ah, the French certainly deserve to be punished for starting this war.
Everybody says it's somebody else.
Well, how do they start a war?
Well, one country offends another.
How could one country offend another?
You mean there's a mountain over in Germany gets mad at a field over in France?
- Well, stupid, one people offends another.
Oh, if that's it, I shouldn't be here at all.
I don't feel offended.
It don't apply to tramps like you.
Good.
Then I can be going home right away.
- Ah, you just try it.
- Yeah. You wanna get shot?
- The kaiser and me--
Me and the kaiser felt just alike about this war.
We didn't either of us want any war, so I'm going home.
- He's there already.
- Somebody must have wanted it.
Maybe it was the English.
No, I don't want to shoot any Englishmen.
I never saw one till I came up here.
And I suppose most of them never saw a German till they came up here.
- No, I'm sure they weren't asked about it.
- No.
Well... it must be doing somebody some good.
- Not me and the kaiser.
- I think maybe the kaiser wanted a war.
You leave us out of this!
I don't see that.
The kaiser's got everything he needs.
Well, he never had a war before.
Every full-grown emperor needs one war to make him famous.
- Why, that's history.
- Yeah, generals too.
They need war.
- And manufacturers.
They get rich.
I think it's more a kind of fever.
Nobody wants it in particular, and then all at once, there it is.
We didn't want it. The English didn't want it.
And here we are fighting.
I'll tell you how it should all be done.
Whenever there's a big war comin' on,
- you should rope off a big field--
- And sell tickets.
Yeah. And--
And on the big day, you should take all the kings and their cabinets and their generals, put them in the center dressed in their underpants, and let 'em fight it out with clubs.
The best country wins.
Well, now that Kat's settled everything, let's go see Kemmerick.
- Something interesting might happen on the way. - Might cheer him up.
Boys, me and the kaiser want you back in time to march tomorrow.
Don't forget.
- We'll be back.
- Give the boy my regards.
There he is.
- Hello, Kemmerick.
- How's it going?
How are things going?
Are they looking after you all right?
How are they treating you?
Franz?
They're robbers here.
Robbers.
They stole my watch!
I always told you, nobody should carry as good a watch as that.
- They took it while I was under ether!
- Franz, you'll get it back.
Do you feel all right?
- Just look at my hand.
- That's because you lost so much blood.
- Just eat decently and you'll get well again.
- Oh, no.
You must eat.
That's the main thing. It looks good too.
I have such a terrible pain in my foot.
Every toe on my right foot hurts.
Well, how can your foot hurt when your leg's been--
I know what you mean!
I know!
I know now!
They cut my leg off.
Why didn't they tell me?
Why-
- Why didn't they tell me?
- Franz!
Franz!
- Now I can't walk anymore!
You must be thankful that you've come off with only that.
I wanted to be a forester once.
You can yet.
They make artificial legs that are wonderful.
And you're through too. You can go home.
Think of that.
We brought your things for you.
See?
Put 'em under the bed.
That's a marvelous pair of boots.
Look at that leather!
What comfort.
I was just thinking.
If you're not going to be using these, Franz, why don't you leave 'em with us?
What good are they to you?
I can use 'em.
My boots give me blister after blister--
Well, we'll be going, Franz.
Oh, don't go.
Stay just a little while longer.
- I'll come right back.
- We'll be coming soon again, Franz.
- I know you'll be feeling better.
- Bye.
- Good-bye, Franz.
You think he'll last till after mess?
- I don't think--
- Done for.
Boys, you go along. I'll see you later.
Good-bye. All right, Paul.
I'm sorry, Paul.
I wouldn't touch a thing of his if he could use it.
I'd go barefoot over barbed wire for him if it'd do him any good.
Only- - Only why should some orderly get those boots?
I understand, Mueller. We're all alike out here.
And good boots are scarce.
Tell the doctor to come, please.
Doctor, the man in the next bed would like to see you, sir.
I've done everything I can for him. There's no helping him.
Poor little fella.
He says next time, Franz.
Do you think I'll ever get well?
Why, of course.
- Do you really think so?
- Sure, once you get over the operation.
I don't think so.
Franz!
Don't talk nonsense. Why, you'll be as good as new.
They fix up worse things than that.
Perhaps you'll go to the convalescent home... in Klosterberg among the villagers.
Then you can look out of the windows, across the fields... to the two trees on the horizon.
The loveliest time of the year now when the corn ripens.
You can go out without asking anyone.
You can even play piano if you want to.
Oh- - Oh, but, Franz, you must try to sleep now.
O God, this is Franz Kemmerick, only 19 years old.
He doesn't want to die.
Please don't let him die.
Paul.
- Paul.
- Franz.
Take my boots home for Mueller.
Oh, no, Franz, no.
And if...
Paul... you find my watch, send it home.
Franz!
Doctor.
Doctor!
Doctor!
Doctor!
Where's the doctor?
Why isn't there a doctor here?
- Doctor, come quick. Franz Kemmerick is dying!
- Which one is that?
- Amputated leg.
- I've amputated a dozen legs today.
- Bed 26, sir.
- You see to it.
I'm due in the operating room.
One operation after another since 5:00 this morning.
Sixteen dead today, and yours is the 17th.
There'll probably be 20 by the morning.
You're lookin' good.
Very good today.
What's your hurry?
Hey!
I'll bet he stole those boots!
- I got it, Kat. - Hmm?
Listen: "The sum of an arithmetic series... is S = A + L x N over 2."
- lnteresting, isn't it?
- What do you wanna learn that stuff for?
One day you'll stop a bullet and it'll all be worthless.
- I get a lot of fun out of it. - Aah!
My boots!
Mueller.
I saw him die.
I didn't know what it was like to die before.
And then-- then I came outside... and it felt-- it felt so good to be alive that I started in to walk fast.
I began to think of the strangest things, like being out in the fields.
Things like that.
You know-- girls.
And it felt as if there were... something electric running from the ground up through me.
And I started. I began to run hard.
I passed soldiers and I heard voices calling to me.
I ran and I ran.
I felt as if I couldn't breathe enough air into me.
And-- And now I'm hungry.
I don't mind the war now.
Be a pleasure to go to the front in boots like these.
It's a good invention just the same.
If you crack each separate louse, think of all the energy you use up.
Watch.
Burned to death.
- How was patrol? Bad?
- Must've been terrible if they had time to gather the harvest.
We passed a cherry tree and when he saw it, he went crazy.
I could hardly drag him away.
It was... beautiful.
I have a big orchard with cherry trees at home.
When they're in full blossom, from the hayloft it looks like one single sheet.
So white.
- Perhaps you can get leave soon.
- You may even be sent back as a farmer.
A woman can't run a farm alone. That's no good, you know?
No matter how hard she works.
Harvest coming on again.
What's the matter with him?
Got a letter yesterday from his wife. He wants to get back to his farm.
We'd all like to get back home.
I wonder what we'd do if it were suddenly peacetime again?
Get drunk and look for women!
I'd go looking for a Cinderella... that could wear this for a garter.
And when I'd found her, nobody'd see me for two weeks.
I'll go back to the peat fields... and those pleasant hours in the beer gardens.
And there's worse things than cobbling too.
Look.
My family.
I oughta give you a kick in the backside for startin' all this.
It's all right for all you to talk. You've got something to go back to:
wives, children, jobs.
But what about us?
What have we got to go back to?
- School?
- Why not?
You know everything already.
A man can't take all that rubbish they teach you seriously... after three years of shells and bombs.
- You can't peel that off easily.
- They never taught us anything really useful, like how to light a cigarette in the wind or make a fire out of wet wood... or bayonet a man in the belly instead of the ribs where it gets jammed.
What can happen to us afterwards?
I'll tell ya. Take our class.
Out of 20, three are officers, nine dead,
Mueller and three others wounded... and one in the madhouse.
We'll all be dead someday, so let's forget it.
Hurry up!
Get in there!
Hurry up!
Himmelstoss!
What's up?
- What are you, crazy?
- It's Himmelstoss!
Himmelstoss?
There is justice in the army!
Well, well. So, we are all here, huh?
-A bit longer than you, Himmie.
-Since when have we become so familiar?
Stand up and click your heels together!
All of you!
- Take a running jump at yourself!
- Who's your friend?
Would somebody get General Ludendorff a nice, comfortable chair?
I command you as your superior officer!
- Do you want to be court-martialed?
There's going to be a big attack tonight and I'd just love to get out of it.
Will you obey my orders?
Kiss my butt!
It isn't customary to ask for salutes here.
But I'll tell you what we'll do.
We're going to attack a town that we tried to take once before.
Many killed and many wounded. It was great fun.
This time you're going with us.
If any of us stops a bullet, before we die... we're going to come to you, click our heels together and ask stiffly,
- "Please, Sergeant Himmelstoss, may we go?"
- You'll--
You'll pay for this, you--
There it is.
Right on time. Better get ready, boys.
I'm wounded!
I'm wounded!
It's just a scratch, you yellow rat!
Up!
Get out with the others!
- Up!
- No!
No!
No!
You yellow rat!
Stinking yellow rat!
Let the others do it, eh?
Get up!
Get up!
- Aa-aah!
- Get up! Forward!
- Get out here!
- Command... was forward.
Command was forward!
Forward!
Forward!
Forward!
Forward!
Forward!
Counterattack.
I want to help you.
I want to help you.
Stop that!
Stop it, stop it.
I can bear the rest of it. I can't listen to that!
Why do you take so long dying?
You're going to die anyway!
Oh, no.
Oh, no. You won't die.
Oh, no.
You won't die. They're only little wounds.
You'll get home. You'll be all right.
You'll get home long before I will.
You know I can't run away. That's why you accuse me.
I tell you, I didn't want to kill you. I tried to keep you alive.
If you jumped in here again, I wouldn't do it.
When you jumped in here you were my enemy, and I was afraid of you.
But you're just a man like me, and I killed you.
Forgive me, comrade.
Say that for me. Say you forgive me.
Oh, no. You're dead.
You're better off than I am. You're through.
They can't do any more to you now.
Oh, God, why did they do this to us?
We only wanted to live, you and I.
Why should they send us out to fight each other?
If we threw away these rifles and these uniforms, you could be my brother just like Kat and Albert.
You'll have to forgive me, comrade. I'll do all I can.
I'll write to your parents.
I'll write to--
I'll write to your wife. I'll write to her.
I promise she'll not want for anything.
I'll help her and your parents too.
Only forgive me. Forgive me!
Forgive me.
Forgive me.
Forgive me.
Terrible thing happened yesterday.
I stabbed a man. With my own hands, stabbed him.
I know how it is. Your first time.
Never mind.
The stretcher-bearers will find him.
- He's dead.
I watched him die.
- You couldn't do anything about it.
We have to kill. We can't help it.
That's what we are here for. Uh- - Look there, for instance.
Hah! That got him.
You should've seen how he leaped in the air.
That fellow had to shoot with us for today with three hits.
If he keeps it up, he'll have a decoration for his buttonhole this evening.
Don't you lose any more sleep over this business.
Maybe it was 'cause I was out there with him so long, huh?
Sure, that's it.
After all, war is war.
March! Forward!
Forward, march!
Quick there!
Forward!
Company... halt!
Dismissed!
Uncommissioned officers, enlisted men, dismiss!
Hooray! Come on!
Let's get outta here!
- Give me your best sausage.
- Two.
Give me a beer.
One, two, three!
Hey, come on.
A beer.
Hey, get out of here!
Come on. Give me a beer.
A beer.
One b--
Here's hoping we get falling-down drunk tonight.
Here's how it started.
I'd forgotten there were girls like that.
There aren't.
Just look at those thin, little shoes.
She couldn't march many miles in those.
Paul!
Don't speak about marching. You're boring the young lady.
A thousand pardons.
- How old do you think she is?
- Oh, about 22.
No, that'd make her older than us.
She's... 17.
A girl like that.
That'd be good, eh, Albert?
We wouldn't have much of a chance with him around.
- We could take a bath, wash our clothes--
- All right.
and I might even go so far as to get deloused.
Wait a minute!
She's a long way from here now.
Look at the date. May, 1917.
- Four months ago.
- That's true.
Well, here's to her anyway.
Here's to 'em all, everywhere.
Albert,
- we might as well wash up anyway.
- All right.
Personally, I like 'em bigger around.
This conversation was on a high moral plane up to now.
Now we do need a bath.
- A bath?
- For what?
Hm. You wouldn't understand.
This water is freezing. This romantic business has gone too far.
- Ahh, but think of her beautiful eyes! - Oh!
Oh, and her hair.
- Here we are!
- We're not gonna miss a thing!
- What are you doing here?
- Bathing!
They tell me there's some people in this world takes a bath every week!
Women!
Mademoiselle, you want to swim?
Aw, no, girls!
Don't go away!
- Please don't go!
- Don't go away!
Food! Food!
Whoo-hoo!
Halt!
You know you're forbidden to cross.
You fellows stay on this side or you'll get yourselves in a lot of trouble.
- What are they jabbering' about?
- They want us to swing over tonight.
They're expecting us.
- That's fine!
- That blonde's crazy about me.
- But there's four of us and only three of them.
- I was the one that stopped 'em!
That blonde piece of work is mine. You three fight for what's left.
Fight's the word. All's fair in love and war.
Huh? What do you mean?
What're you gonna do?
You'll find out. Au revoir!
She means the door.
Not only modest, but dashing!
A perfect fit.
It might've been made for me. An officer's coat.
We're calling distinguished company.
Merci.
Have another little drink, comrade.
Is this your birthday or mine?
Why?
You've been buying me drink after drink for two hours.
What I'm tryin' to figure out is why.
Why?
Why?
Oh.
I-It's just that the boys... told me to amuse you for a little while.
Oh, nice boys.
Yeah!
They-They said you'd understand.
I've been betrayed!
Yeah, you certainly have.
Take that for a minute!
I'll give you more!
It's too loud.
Suzanne. And I wouldn't even know you if I did.
And yet, I'll remember you always.
Oh, if you could only know how different this is from the women we soldiers meet.
You. That's what I'm talking about. Vous.
It seems as though all war and terror and grossness... had fallen away from me... like a miracle.
Like something I never believed.
Frau Paul.
We're going, Paul.
Have a look. Nice, new coffins. Huh!
For us.
I must say, that's a very cheerful preparation for this offensive.
That's very considerate of them.
But I don't see any long enough for our comrade Tjaden.
Mind you, I'm not speaking to you, you traitors.
- But no coffin's gonna get me.
- I should say not, heartbreaker.
You'll be thankful if they slip a waterproof sheet...
- around that Aunt Sally of a carcass of yours.
Oh-Oh, my side!
My side.
Catholic hospital, Albert.
They say you always get good food and good treatment.
- We're lucky.
- After that rainy dressing station... and 24 hours on the train, we deserve to have some luck.
I'm Hamacher.
Yeah, that's my name.
I got a crack in the head and they gave me a certificate stating,
"Josef Hamacher is periodically... not responsible for his actions."
And ever since then, Hamacher has been having a grand time.
I hope you boys are not too badly wounded.
The others die off so quickly we don't have time to get acquainted.
You'll get to know us...
very well.
Thank you. You too.
I'm sorry, my dear. It's time to go now.
Yes, sister.
Watch.
If they take his clothes away, you've seen the last of him.
- See?
They're taking him to the dying room.
- Dying room?
When you're ready to kick the bucket, they get you out of the way so they can use the bed.
In the corner of the building there's a little room... right next to the morgue!
It's so convenient. It saves a lot of trouble.
But suppose he gets well?
I've seen a lot of 'em go in that dying room, but nobody ever comes back.
Sister.
Sister.
Sister.
- Is that you ringing, Paul?
- Yes.
- Is something going on?
- I think I have a hemorrhage.
The bandage is all wet.
I've been ringing forever and nobody comes.
- I think I'm bleeding.
- Sister, get me a sterile dressing and an ice pack.
- Why didn't someone call me?
- He's been ringing.
Nobody can walk, Sister.
- Sister, is it bad? - No.
No, we'll be all right.
We've got it in time.
What's the matter?
What are you doing?
We must rearrange your bandages.
Wh- - Where are you taking me?
To the bandaging ward.
- No, no!
I'm not going!
I'm staying here!
- Paul! Paul!
- Now, now!
- I'm not going to the dying room!
- We're going to the bandaging ward.
- Why are you taking my clothes?
You're lying to me!
But I'll come back.
I won't die!
I'll come back!
I won't die!
I'll come back!
I won't die!
I'm not going to die!
I'll come back!
Sister Libertine, how is he?
Poor boy. They had to amputate his leg.
Paul.
Paul.
Paul.
Oh, he is... gone.
Gone.
Hello. Welcome home, Albert!
- How do you feel, kid?
- All right.
But I've got such an awful pain.
My foot hur --
Hamacher. Did they cut my leg off?
Of course not!
How many did you have?
You still got 'em!
One, two!
Don't play the fool, Hamacher. Tell me truthfully.
Of course not. And you look fine.
Look.
See?
- I won't be a cripple.
- Now, now.
- I won't live like that!
- Be calm.
- I'll kill myself the first chance I get!
- Albert!
- I won't live!
I won't live!
- Yes, you will.
Albert!
Albert!
Albert, I've come back!
I told you I'd come back. Look, everybody!
I've come back!
- Paul!
Paul!
- That's not where I'm going.
I live over there.
Paul, I'm so happy.
Hamacher, I've come back from the dead!
- It's most irregular.
- Albert, get well quickly... so we can go home soon.
- Everything will be all right now.
- Yes, Paul.
Everything will be all right... now.
Oh! Paul!
Paul!
Paul.
- What's the matter, Paul?
- Nothing.
Nothing.
Paul.
Give me your handkerchief.
- Mother?
- Here I am, Paul.
Here I am.
Mother's ill.
- Are you wounded?
- No, Mother.
I got leave.
Here I am cryin' instead of being glad.
Anna, get down the jar of blackberries.
You still like them, don't you?
Yes, Mother.
I haven't had any for a long time.
We might almost have known you were coming.
- I'm making potato cakes.
- Don't let them burn.
Paul... sit down... beside me.
My Paul.
My baby.
I almost forgot, Mother. I've got some little presents for you.
Look, Mother. Bread, sausage and rice.
- Paul, you've been starving yourself. - Hmm-mm.
Hadn't I better go and tell Father Paul's home?
- Paul could watch the things on the stove.
- No, I'm getting up.
Oh, Paul, you're a soldier now, aren't you?
But somehow, I don't seem to know you.
I'll take these off, Mother.
I'll get your suit.
It's in the wardrobe, just where you left it.
Are you really here, Paul?
You won't--
You won't disappear, will you?
No.
I'm here.
Your things are ready for you, Paul.
- I remember when you caught that one.
- Yes.
And you took it away from me, didn't you?
Yes, I did.
We're behind the lines, but we know how to honor the soldier... who goes on in spite of blood and death.
Gentlemen, my son.
I'm glad to know you, young man, I am glad to know you.
How are things out there?
Terrible, eh?
Terrible.
But we must carry on.
After all, you do at least get decent food out there.
Naturally, it's worse here. Naturally.
But the best for our soldiers all the time.
That's our motto.
The best for our soldiers.
But...
- you must give the Frenchies a good licking!
And, if you boys want to come home, ehh,
let me show you what you must do before you can come home.
Give us a hand there, men.
Now, then, there's the line.
Runs so, in a "V".
Here is St. Quentin. You can see for yourself.
You're almost through now. All right?
Shove ahead out there and don't stick to that everlasting French warfare!
Smash through the johnnies!
And then you will have peace.
When you get in it... the war isn't the way it looks back here.
Oh! You don't know anything about it.
Of course, you know about the details, but this relates to the whole!
You can't judge that.
Of course, you do your duty and you risk your life.
But for that, you receive the highest honor.
I said that every man in the war ought to have the lron Cross.
First, the enemy lines must be broken through in Flanders.
- On to Paris!
Push on to Paris!
- Right.
No, not in Flanders.
I'll tell you just where the break should come.
- Here.
- The enemy has too many reserves there.
- I insist upon Flanders!
- Why should they do that... when they're halfway through St. Quentin already?
Because Flanders is a flat country!
- No mountains, no obstructions!
- There's too many rivers there!
From the farms they have gone;
from the schools, from the factories.
They have gone bravely, nobly, ever forward, realizing there is no other duty now but to save the fatherland.
Paul!
How are you, Paul?
Glad to see you, Professor.
You've come at the right moment, Baumer! Just at the right moment.
And as if to prove all I have said, here is one of the first to go.
A lad who sat before me on these very benches... who gave up all to serve in the first year of the war;
one of the iron youth who have made Germany invincible in the field.
Look at him-- sturdy and bronze and clear -eyed.
The kind of soldier every one of you should envy.
Oh, lad, you must speak to them.
You must tell them what it means to serve your fatherland.
- No, I can't tell them anything.
- You must, Paul.
Just a word.
Just tell them how much they're needed out there.
Tell them why you went and what it meant to you.
I can't say anything.
You can remember some deed of heroism, some touch of nobility.
Tell about it.
I can't tell you anything you don't know.
We live in the trenches out there.
We fight.
We try not to be killed; sometimes we are.
That's all.
No.
No, Paul.
I've been there!
I know what it's like.
That's not what one dwells on, Paul.
I heard you in here reciting that same old stuff, making more iron men, more young heroes.
You still think it's beautiful and sweet to die for your country, don't you?
We used to think you knew.
The first bombardment taught us better.
It's dirty and painful to die for your country.
When it comes to dying for your country, it's better not to die at all!
There are millions out there dying for their countries, and what good is it?
You asked me to tell them how much they're needed out there.
He tells you, "Go out and die."
Oh, but if you'll pardon me, it's easier to say "Go out and die" than it is to do it.
- Coward!
- And it's easier to say it than to watch it happen.
No!
No!
Boys, boys!
- I'm sorry, Baumer, but I must say--
- It's no use talking like this.
You won't know what I mean.
Only, it's been a long while since we enlisted out of this classroom.
So long I thought maybe the whole world had learned by this time.
Only now they're sending babies, and they won't last a week!
I shouldn't have come on leave.
Up at the front you're alive or you're dead, and that's all!
You can't fool anybody about that very long.
Up there we know we're lost and done for whether we're dead or alive.
Three years we've had of it-- four years.
Every day a year and every night a century.
Our bodies are earth and our thoughts are clay, and we sleep and eat with death.
We're done for because you can't live that way and keep anything inside you!
I shouldn't have come on leave. I'll go back tomorrow.
I've got four days more, but I can't stand it here!
I'll go back tomorrow!
Sorry.
Mother, you'll catch cold here. You must go to sleep.
There'll be plenty of time to sleep... when you're gone.
Must you go tomorrow, Paul?
Must you?
Yes, Mother. Orders were changed.
Are you very much afraid, Paul?
No, Mother.
There's something I want to say to you, Paul.
It's--
Just be on your guard against the women out there.
They're no good.
Where we are, there aren't any women, Mother.
Be very careful at the front, Paul.
Yes, Mother, I will.
I'll pray for you every day.
And if you could, get a job that's not quite so dangerous.
Yes, Mother. I'll try and get in the cookhouse.
- That can easily be done.
- You do it then, and if the others say anything--
That won't worry me, Mother.
Now, you must go to bed and you must get well quickly before I come back.
I put two sets of underwear -- new ones-- in your pack.
They'll keep you nice and warm.
They're all wool.
That's sweet of you.
Good night...
my son.
Good night, Mother.
Oh, Mother, Mother.
You still think I'm a child.
Why can't I put my head in your lap and cry?
- Is this the 2nd Company?
- Yes, sir.
- Is this all of it?
- Yes, sir.
We had 150 men, but this is all that came back yesterday.
But now they're going to give us enough to make 150 again.
How old are you?
No use. I couldn't find anything.
- We'll have to eat the sawdust.
Not me!
I'll go hungry first. It makes me sick.
Now it's gonna be a real war again.
Paul!
How's old Paul?
Here I am.
You know, the 2nd Company's getting hard to find. Nobody seemed to know where you were.
I'm glad you found it.
I guess I don't get much of this.
There used to be some food in the sawdust. Now it's all sawdust.
No joke, either. Eats ya up inside.
This doesn't look much like the old 2nd Company.
The replacements are all like that. Not even old enough to carry a pack.
All they know how to do is die.
I guess... some of the old-timers are here yet.
Paul, they're tryin' to invent somethin' to kill me right now.
Where's Westhus?
Messenger dog was wounded. He went out to get it.
- Is it true about the armistice?
- Doesn't look that way back there.
- You mean they want us to go on fighting?
- That's what they say.
They're crazy!
Germany'll be empty pretty soon.
Where is-- Where is Detering?
He got homesick.
You remember about the cherry blossoms?
I guess he never got over that.
He started out one night to go home and help his wife with the farm.
They got him behind the lines, and we never heard of him since.
He was just homesick, but probably they couldn't see it that way.
Where's Kat?
Is he--
Not Kat!
If he were out, the war would be over.
You remember what he always says:
They're savin' him for the last.
- Where is he?
- He's out lookin' for food, something to make soup with.
-Which way?
-Down the road about two miles that way.
I'll see you later.
Kat!
Paul!
Hello, Paul.
- How's the side?
- Oh, it's all right now.
It's fine.
- Have any luck?
- No, the general's staff's been over this country with a rake.
Let's sit down there.
Tell me, Paul...
how was it at home?
Have a good leave?
- In spots.
- What's the matter?
Ohh... I'm no good for back there anymore, Kat.
None of us are. We've been in this too long.
The young men thought I was a coward because I told them that... we learn that death is stronger than duty to one's country.
The old men said, "Go on.
Push on to Paris."
My father even wanted me to wear my uniform around him.
It's not home back there anymore.
All I could think of was, "I'd like to get back and see Kat again."
You're all I've got left, Kat.
I'm not much to have left.
I missed you, Paul.
At least we know what it's all about out here.
There're no lies here.
Push on to Paris?
You ought to see what they've got on the other side.
They eat white bread over there.
They've got dozens of airplanes to our one, and tanks that'll go over anything.
What've we got left?
Guns so worn they drop shells on our own men.
No food, no ammunition, no officers.
Push on to Paris!
So that's the way they talk back there.
I guess we'd better be going.
How I lied to my poor mother.
I told her it wasn't so bad out here because there was always a lot of us together.
Now that I'm with you, I'm beginning to believe that I told her the truth.
Down!
That's another one that missed us. Come on. Let's go.
Wait a minute.
Looks like the old bread wagon's broke down.
- I guess I don't walk the rest of the way.
- Did that get ya, Kat?
Aah, I think it broke my shin.
That's not so bad. Hold it together.
- Just my luck, huh?
- Good luck.
That means the war is over.
Oh, no, sir!
This war don't end till they really get me.
- Aah. - Easy, now.
- Hey! - Easy!
Easy!
Come on.
I'll take you in. Give me your hand.
Easy.
All right.
Well, kid...
now we're gonna be separated.
Maybe we can do something together later on when the war is over.
- Yes, kid.
- You give me your address, I'll give you mine.
You can't get both of us in one day.
Ah, we'll surely see each other again, Kat.
Remember that day when you brought the whole pig into the factory?
And that day in the woods when you taught us how to dodge shells?
And my first bombardment. How I cried.
I was a young recruit then.
Here we are. Here we are.
All right now, Kat.
You could've spared yourself the trouble. He's dead.
Oh, no.
He's just fainted. He was hit in the shin.
He's dead.
Would you like to take his pay book?
- You're not related, are you?
- No, we're not related.
Your deal. Get his name and number?
Yeah, Corporal Stanislaus Katczinsky, 306.
You must get this amount or it will be serious.Your Father
"First call for lunch in the dining car"!
Your handkerchiefs are under your shirts.
Use a clean one every day.
Don't stay out late at night
Don't take up with strangers. Remember we are depending on you to do your best.
Was that the first call for luncheon?
Guess so.
It's the first one I've heard, ma'am.
Maybe I made a mistake sending' Lem to Chicago...alone.
I raise wheat to sell, not to play with!
Every grain counts!
Give us this day our daily bread....
Get to work, Kate... that fan's for the files!
If the files are as hot as I am, they need it!
Can you beat it ?
He's praying !
Betcha two bits he's gonna take a chance on the hash !
I'd like some corned beef hash and coffee, please.
You win!
Gee! I'm sorry!
It was my fault...for putting 'em there.
Minnesota, eh?
Swede ?
No.. pa is Scotch Ma is Canadian and I'm plain American.
Lonesome in the big city, aint it ?
What you doin' here?
I'm down here to sell our wheat crop.
Well, old wheat king, how about some bread pudding for desert?
I always do that at home.
It makesMa's work easier.
Living on a farm must be wonderful!
I'm certainly glad to have met you!
I'm glad too.
CROP ESTIMATE PUTS CORN PRICE UP, WHEAT DOWN.
No letter from Lem yet.
I'm worried, Mother.
Lem's doin' what's right...
You keep forgettin' our boy's a grown man now.
maybe you're right, but I can't help thinkin' of him as a little shaver.
Just the same, if he don't sell right, I'll never be able to make both ends meet!
Hey! How does he rate a private breeze?
How old is this fish anyway ?
Don't ask me Mister!
Look in his mouth!
Figurin' how much it'll cost to take her out tonight, Buddy?
I sold the wheat today...
I hope Pop won't be mad.
He sent you to sell it, didn't he?
But i didn't get his price.
It was droppin' so fast I was afraid to hold out any longer.
I'd rather be deaf than blind, wouldn't you ?
I can see you'd be nice company.
What do you do with your evenings?
You'll never know!
You shouldn't 'a done that!
Fighting over me!
I'd fight anybody who tried to lay a hand on you!
I'm going home....
on the one o'clock train.
Cut short the side order, Kate...
the boss is givin' you the eagle eye!
There's something I wanted to ask..
I wanted to ask...
If you...
If you...
like like..
like living in the city?
Guess one place is good as another.
It's all a wash-out, If you ask me!
Well s'long Kid! Give my love to the cows and the chickens!
I think... I'll wait a minute.
YOUR WEIGHT and YOUR FORTUNE.
If you marry the one you are thinking of all will be well.
I left something behind...
got to get it.
If we get married right away we can be home by morning.
Just married a sweet girl waitress in big resyaurant
Know you will love her. Bringing her home tomorrow.
Your Son
Good girls ain't that free and easy about getting married.
The boy's been roped in!
Oh, Lem, it's wonderful to have a home and a mother and father...
And a man of my own a real two-fisted guy...
Ma ...this is Kate!
This is the prettiest bridal bouquet I ever saw!
You're Marie, ain't you?
If I catch you playin' with wheat again, I'll whip you!
Father... here's Kate.
How much did you get for the wheat?
Didn't I tell you not to sell under $1.15?
If you'd been tending' to my business 'stead of your own, you'd 'a waited.
Change your clothes and get to work!
The harvesters are comin' in the mornin'!
Don't mind Father....
he's upset.
And he never can bear to be crossed.
I want to talk to you!
I'd like to know what you expected to get out of marrying' Lem.
What any other wife expects.
I married Lem because I...
..I love him..
Women like you love for what they can get out of it But you'll get nothing from me!
You certainly smeared it that time! Now I'll never give Lem up! ...
I am going to make a man of Lem Tustine in spite of you!
.. And if you think he'll let me go away without him guess again!
My son does what I say and so will you!
Your... father... hit me!
Kate...
I can't strike my own father!
And this is our honeymoon!
I got some surprise for you!
Lem's went an' married a city girl!
Good looker?
The old man's like a mad bull...
tryin' to bust it up An' last night, she slept in the bedroom alone 'an he slept in the loft!
I'm gonna have first look!
Maybe I'll help the old man bust it up! .
Well, Pa-in-law, where's the blushing' bride?
Get busy!
Do somethin' to earn your keep!
How do you like bein' here?
Bein' here's all right...
I don't think much of the company.
Don't waste any more time...
we got to get started.
Aw, she don't weigh no 187 pounds!
I don't want anything to eat.
Looks like you've popped into a hornrt's nest.
You said it!
There's your chance, Mac... to check up on that weighing' machine!
Kate... we can't go on like this...
I didn't think anybody could ever come between us......
Kate, Let's forget this quarrel and be happy.
I love you... you're my wife.
If you marry the one you are thinking of all will be well.
This aint the bridal suite.
You mind your own business!
that goes for all of you!
And if anyone wants an argument, I got two good ones!
Hailstorm Sweeps Canada
There's a hailstorm comin'!
We'll have to work all night to save the crop!
Divide the men in two shifts, Mac... double pay for overtime! ...double pay for overtime!
HAILSTORM SWEEPS CENTRAL CANADÁ WHEAT CROP RUINED
I cut my hand on the machine.
Say, are you crazy?
A girl like you buryin' yourself in a dump like this!
What's the matter with you hicks?
Don't people ever fall in love out here?
You didn't look exactly lovin' when you ran out of that room tonight.
Why don't you chuck all this... come away with me when we finish the harvesting'...
I'll treat you right...
and that's more than old Tustine will ever let Lem do!
I always knew you wasn't a good woman!
I'm goin' to find Lem now...and tell him what kind of wife he's got
What's the use of talkin' to that old devil?
I know how to get even with him...
The storm'll be here in no time...
I used to think the country was clean, that men out here were decent...
But you're all alike...cheap sports!
You all talk big when you want something!
If that's the way you feel about it, I'll give you somethin' more'n talk!
I don't want anything from you! I can fight for myself!
You agreed to work all night!
We've changed our minds.
We're quitting' now!
My father says he caught you and Mac planning to run away together.
Haven't you anything to say?
Not a thing... you can believe it or not!
If I thought it was true...
Yeah?
What would you do?
Run to Papa?
I'd smash Mac so's he'd never come hanging around my wife again!
You got to learn any man can get a wife!
But it takes more'n a license and a wedding ring to hold her!
I guess our marriage was a mistake.
I'll shoot the first man that leaves my farm!
Listen to me Kate.
I've settled your score with the old man!
I've called the men out... and we're leavin'the wheat to rot in the fields.
I'm leavin' with the men in ten minutes and you're comin' with me...
..If you don't I'll say you put me up to ruining' the wheat!
Are you comin'?
Yes...yes ..but I've got to have time to pack.
Here's somethin' Mac forgot!
We're waitin' for Kate ...she's comin' with me!
I thought I could help you by staying, then you believed that lie about me and Mac.
Mac tried to get me to go with him but I wouldn't.
Maybe with me gone, They'll work and save the wheat
I never loved anybody but you, Goodbye, Kate.
Father... it's Lem!
FATHER!
Son, you know I... I wasn't meaning' to shoot you.
There's some things worse'n shooting. One of 'ems the hell..
...you been putting Kate and me through.
...Now I'm going to find Kate and take her away...
I been wrong, Lem, and I'm sorry Don't leave us!
Let me find Kate and beg her to stay.
No...
I got to find her myself.
I won't try to stop you again, boys.
You can go whenever you want to.
We ain't goin' to leave till your wheat's in!
You're on the wrong road.
There's only more farms like ours that way That's the road to the station.
Let me give you a lift, Kate.
Remember when we first came along this road how happy we were?
When I got your note Kate, I went crazy...
Father, here's Kate.
Can you forgive me... Kate?
Come back with us... to your home.
The scorpion is an arachnid species found in various parts of the world.
Its tail comprises five prismatic joints.
The pincers, recalling those of the larger crayfish are instruments of aggression and information.
Its tail ends in a sixth joint, a sac from which poison is injected by barbed sting.
A lover of darkness, it burrows under stones to escape the glare of the sun.
Antisocial, it ejects the intruder on its solitude.
Such lightning strikes, such virtuosity in attack.
Even a rat, for all its fury, falls prey to it.
Some hours later...
Stop it!
Perhaps I just happened to fall?
No.
We saw nothing.
Is there any news, yes or no?
Yes, the Majorcans are here.
Quick, to arms!
To the rear!
What about Péman?
I'm done for.
So are we, but we're going.
Yes, but you've got accordions, hippopotamuses, wrenches, mountain goats, and...
Bollocks!
Let's go.
...and paintbrushes.
This stone, on the site where the Majorcans died, marks the founding of the city of Imperial Rome.
Once mistress of the pagan world, now secular seat of the Church.
Aspects of its stoutest pillar, the Vatican.
The landlord's terms are very favourable. We can move in at once.
Longing to see you, very soon now. Your loving cousin.
But the hurly-burly of modern life has overtaken the Imperial City.
Sometimes on Sundays...
Various picturesque aspects of the great city.
Bandaged?
Yes, it's been sore for over a week.
Is Daddy home yet, Mummy?
Yes, he's in the dispensary.
Then he'll dress for the party.
We went out together this morning and engaged four of them.
The little moustached one sang like the rest.
Only a pianist is lacking.
But our priest is a fine violinist.
I think the musicians we have will be enough.
Six of them placed near the microphone will make more noise than sixty ten kilometres away.
I know sound gets lost in the open air but we could bring the guests in close.
Get a move on. The Majorcans will be arriving at nine.
Bastard!
Filthy swine!
Keep your trap shut!
Want us to work you over?
Here's a taste of the rough stuff!
Enough is enough! Let me show you who you're dealing with.
Let's have a look, then.
The International Goodwill Society hereby appoints you its special delegate.
This document testifies to our faith in you.
We pray that you will prove worthy of this trust we place in you, and successfully complete your goodwill mission.
On your spirit of self-sacrifice and your proven valour depend many lives.
Children, women, old men
The honour of our Fatherland Rests on the outcome of this noble enterprise
At his magnificent Roman estate, the Marquis of X prepares for his guests.
The Minister of the Interior is on the telephone.
You scoundrel!
You are entirely to blame!
You compromised me, too.
Do you realise that not one child survived?
Many women and old men perished, too.
You're bothering me about a few brats?
Filthy ruffian, you've dragged me down with you!
Dishonoured me!
You can die for all I care!
Then listen to my last words...
Has he gone?
Are you sleepy?
I was just falling asleep.
Where's the light switch?
At the foot of the bed.
Your elbow's hurting me.
Move your head closer, the pillow is cooler on this side.
Where's your hand?
That feels so good.
Let's just sit here and not move.
Are you cold?
No, I was falling.
I've been waiting so long for him.
What joy! What joy in having killed our children.
My love... my love...
Just as these feathers fell, but a long way away, the survivors from the Château de Selliny emerged to return to Paris.
120 days earlier, four godless and unprincipled scoundrels had, driven by their depravity, shut themselves away to indulge in the most bestial of orgies.
To them, the life of a woman mattered no more than that of a fly.
They took with them eight lovely adolescent girls to serve as victims for their criminal desires plus four women well versed in debauchery, whose narrative skills would serve to stimulate their already jaded appetites whenever interest flagged.
Here are the survivors of these orgies, leaving the Château de Selliny.
First and foremost of the four instigators, the Duc de Blangis.
CITY LIGHTS
"To the people of this city we donate this monument; 'Peace and Prosperity'."
Afternoon.
"Did you pick it up, sir ?"
"Wait for your change, sir."
Evening.
"Grandma."
Night.
"Tomorrow the birds will sing."
"Be brave !
Face life !"
"No, I'll end it all !"
"I'm cured. You're my friend for life."
"We'll go home and get warmed up."
"Any news ?"
"Only that your wife sent for her baggage, sir."
"Good !"
"Here's to our friendship --"
"No, I'll live !"
"James - the Rolls-Royce.
We'll burn up the town !"
Early morning; homeward bound.
"Be careful how you're driving."
"Am I driving ?"
"I like your car."
"Then keep it, it's yours."
"Where's my friend ?"
"Let him in, he's my guest !"
"Let's buy some flowers."
"Here's ten dollars."
"I haven't any change, sir."
"James !"
"Take these inside; I'll be right back."
"Thank you for your kindness, sir."
"May I see you home again ?"
"Whenever you wish, sir."
The sober dawn awakens a different man.
"I'm out to everybody !"
"Whoever he is, get rid of him !"
"-- and then he brought me home in his car."
"He must be wealthy."
"Yes, but he's more than that."
That afternoon.
"My friend !"
"Come on home, I'll give you a swell party."
The party.
The morning after.
"I'm sailing at noon, so hurry !"
"She has a fever and needs careful attention."
Determined to help the girl, he found work.
FINAL NOTICE Madam: You are owing $22.00 rent.
Unless paid by tomorrow morning, we shall take possession.
"Grandma, he's coming today !"
"Grandma, what's wrong ?"
"Grandma, I wish you'd meet him; you're never here when he calls."
Lunch time.
"Have you seen the soap ?"
"Be back on time !"
"To play the part of a gentleman without the millionaire was difficult, but he did his best."
VIENNA DOCTOR HAS CURE FOR BLINDNESS
Thousands journey from all parts of the world.
FREE OPERATION FOR POOR
Miraculous Work Of Surgeon Astounds Medical Profession
"Wonderful !
Then I'll be able to see you."
"For me ?
Read it please."
FINAL NOTICE Madam: You are owing $22.00 rent.
Unless paid by tomorrow morning, we shall take possession.
"Now don't worry, I'll pay it the first thing in the morning."
Late.
"You're late for the last time !"
"Get out !"
"Do you want to make some easy money ?"
That night.
"Remember, we split fifty-fifty;
and you promise you won't hurt me."
"Be careful, the boss might hear us."
TELEGRAM
EDDIE MASON MAIN STREET ARENA
GET OUT OF TOWN THE COPS ARE AFTER YOU
JIM
"I've got to beat it; boss !"
"Do you want to fight for a fifty dollar purse ?"
Winner take all.
"You'll fight him !"
"That's my lucky rabbit's foot."
"Let's take it easy and we'll split fifty-fifty."
"Winner take all !"
Still hoping to get money for the girl, he wandered the city.
Back from Europe.
"Now don't worry about the girl, I'll take care of her."
"Will a thousand dollars be enough ?"
"Police !
Help !"
"He has been robbed, search that man !"
"Where did you get this money ?"
"Tell him you gave me that money."
"Who is this man ?"
"This is for the rent."
"And this is for your eyes."
"I must be going."
"How can I ever thank you ?"
"You're not going away ?"
"For awhile."
"But you're coming back !"
Autumn.
"I'd like to order some flowers."
"Why, what's the matter, child ?"
"Nothing, only I thought he had returned."
"I've made a conquest !"
"You ?"
"You can see now ?"
"Yes, I can see now."
THE END
"Among the rugged peaks that frown down upon the Borgo Pass are found crumbling castles of a bygone age."
I say, driver, a bit slower.
Oh, no! We must reach the inn before sundown.
And why, pray?
It is Walpurgis Night.
The Night of Evil! Nosferatu!
On this night, madam, the doors, they are barred, and to the Virgin we pray.
(incantation in Hungarian)
I say, porter, don't take my luggage down.
I'm going on to Borgo Pass tonight. (speaks Hungarian) No, no, please.
The driver, he is afraid - Walpurgis Night.
Good fellow, he is.
He wants me to ask if you can wait and go on after sunrise.
Well, I'm sorry, but there's a carriage meeting me at Borgo Pass at midnight.
- Borgo Pass?
- Yes.
- Whose carriage?
- Count Dracula's.
- Count Dracula's?
- Yes.
Castle Dracula?
Yes. That's where I'm going.
- To the castle?
- Yes.
No. You mustn't go there.
We people of the mountains believe... at the castle there are vampires.
Dracula and his wives, they take the form of wolves and bats.
They leave their coffins at night and they feed on the blood of the living.
Oh, but that's all superstition.
When it is gone, they leave their coffins.
Come. We must go indoors.
But wait...
I mean, just a minute.
What I'm trying to say is that I'm not afraid.
I've explained to the driver that it's a matter of business with me.
I've got to go. Really.
Well, good night.
Wait. Please.
If you must go, wear this.
For your mother's sake. It will protect you. (cries of consternation)
Hey, driver!
I say, driver, what do you mean by going at this... (clanking... door creaks open) (squeaking)
Oh, it's...
It's really good to see you.
I don't know what happened to the driver and my luggage and...
Well, and with all this, I thought I was in the wrong place.
I bid you welcome. (wolf howls) Listen to them.
Children of the night.
What music they make!
The spider spinning his web for the unwary fly.
The blood is the life, Mr Renfield.
Why, er... yes.
I'm sure you will find this part of my castle more inviting.
Well, rather! It's quite different from outside.
Oh, and the fire - it's so cheerful.
I didn't know but that you might be hungry.
Thank you. That's very kind of you.
But I'm a bit worried about my luggage. You see, all your papers were in...
I took the liberty of having your luggage brought up.
Allow me.
Oh, yes.
Thanks. (wolf howls) I trust you have kept your coming here a secret.
I've followed your instructions implicitly.
Excellent, Mr Renfield.
Excellent.
And now, if you're not too fatigued,
I would like to discuss the lease on Carfax Abbey.
Oh, yes. Everything is in order, awaiting your signature.
Look here. Here's the lease.
Oh, I... I hope I've brought enough labels for your luggage.
I'm taking with me only three... boxes.
Very well.
I have chartered a ship to take us to England.
We will be leaving... tomorrow evening.
Everything will be ready.
I hope you will find this comfortable.
Thanks. It looks very inviting.
Oh, it's nothing serious. Just a small cut from that paperclip.
It's just a scratch.
This... is very old wine.
I hope you will like it.
Aren't you drinking?
I never drink... wine.
Well...
It's delicious.
And now I'll leave you.
Well, good night.
Good night... Mr Renfield.
Master, the sun is gone.
You will keep your promise when we get to London, won't you, master?
You will see that I get lives?
Not human lives, but... small ones. With blood in them!
I'll be loyal to you, master.
I'll be loyal.
(men's voices) (first man) Must be a Scandinavian ship.
(second man) Here, now. Here, now. Get back.
Nobody goes aboard this here boat but the authorities.
(third man) Captain dead, tied to the wheel.
Horrible tragedy. A horrible tragedy.
Master!
We're here!
You can't hear what I'm saying, but we're here.
We're safe!
(third man) They must've come through a terrible storm.
(deranged laughter) What's that?
Why, it's come from that hatchway.
Why, he's mad! Look at his eyes.
Why, the man's gone crazy.
Violets!
Violets!
Flower for your buttonhole, sir.
Flower for your buttonhole, sir.
Flower for your buttonhole. Here's a nice one.
And after you've delivered the message, you will remember nothing I now say.
Obey.
- Dr Seward?
- Yes?
You're wanted on the telephone.
Oh, thank you. Well, excuse me, dears...
Oh, Father, if it's from home, will you say I'm spending the night in town with Lucy?
(chuckles) All right, dear.
- Pardon.
- Yes? I could not help overhearing your name.
Might I inquire if you are the Dr Seward whose sanitarium is at Whitby?
Why, yes.
I'm Count Dracula.
I have just leased Carfax Abbey. I understand it adjoins your grounds.
Why, yes, it does. I'm very happy to make your acquaintance.
May I present my daughter, Mina...
Count Dracula.
- Miss Weston...
- How do you do?
- And Mr Harker.
- How do you do?
Count Dracula has just taken Carfax Abbey.
Oh, it'll be a relief to see life in those dismal old windows.
It will indeed. You'll excuse me - I'm wanted on the telephone.
The abbey could be very attractive.
But I should imagine it would need quite extensive repairs.
I shall do very little repairing.
It reminds me of the broken battlements of my own castle in Transylvania.
The abbey always reminds me of that old toast:
"Above, lofty timbers, The walls around are bare,
Echoing to our laughter, As though the dead were there."
- Nice little sentiment!
- But there's more, even nicer.
"Quaff a cup to the dead already, Hurrah for the next to die..."
Oh, never mind the rest, dear!
To die, to be really dead... that must be glorious.
Why, Count Dracula!
There are far worse things...
awaiting man... than death. (music box chimes) (Mina, mimicking) It reminds me...
of the broken battlements... of my own castle in Transylvania.
Oh, Lucy, you're so romantic!
Laugh all you like. I think he's fascinating.
Oh, I suppose he's all right.
But give me someone a little more normal.
Like John?
Yes, dear. Like John.
Castle... Dracula.
Transylvania.
Well, er... Countess,
I'll leave you to your count and his ruined abbey.
- Good night, Lucy.
- Good night, dear.
The fog seems to be closing down a bit, sir.
Another death.
Dead?
Dr Seward, when did Miss Weston have the last transfusion?
About four hours ago.
An unnatural loss of blood, which we've been powerless to check.
On the throat of each victim the same two marks.
- (nurse) Keep your hands covered.
- I don't want to keep my hands covered.
- But you said you would.
- I don't want to.
- Now please do as you said you would.
(manic laughter) (man) No, Martin, please!
Please don't, Martin!
No, Martin, please!
Please, Martin!
No, Martin! Oh, Martin, please!
- Here, give it to me now, I tell you!
- No, Martin, please!
No, Martin. Martin, don't!
Don't throw my spider away from me!
Oh, Martin...
Oh...
Ain't you ashamed now?
Ain't you?
Spiders now, is it?
Flies ain't good enough?
Flies?
Flies?
Poor puny things!
Who wants to eat flies?
You do, ya loony!
Not when I can get nice fat spiders!
All right. Have it your own way.
Read, Dummkopf, where I have marked.
Deinde cum extractum vesiculionis sanguine mixtum est, sanguis puniceo color amisso lactteus fit.
Gentlemen, we are dealing with the... undead.
Nosferatu!
Yes, Nosferatu.
The undead.
The vampire.
The vampire attacks the throat.
It leaves two little wounds, white with red centres.
Dr Seward, your patient Renfield, whose blood I have just analysed, is obsessed with the idea that he must devour living things in order to sustain his own life.
But, Professor Van Helsing, modern medical science does not admit of such a creature!
The vampire is a pure myth, superstition.
I may be able to bring you proof that the superstition of yesterday can become the scientific reality of today.
But, Professor, Renfield's cravings have always been for small living things.
- Nothing human.
- As far as we know, Doctor.
But you tell me that he escapes from his room.
He's gone for hours.
Where does he go? (voice approaches) ..so you won't have to eat flies.
Well, Mr Renfield, you are looking much better than you did this morning when I arrived.
Thanks. I'm feeling much better.
I am here to help you.
You understand that, do you not?
Why, of course. And I'm very grateful.
- Keep your filthy hands to yourself!
- Now now, Renfield.
Oh, Dr Seward, send me away from this place!
Send me far away!
Why are you so anxious to get away?
My cries at night - they might disturb Miss Mina.
Yes?
They might give her bad dreams, Professor Van Helsing.
Bad dreams. (wolf howls) (wolf howls)
That sounded like a wolf. Yes, it did. But I hardly think there are wolves so near London.
He thinks they're wolves.
Me, I've heard 'em howl at night before.
He thinks they're talking to him!
He 'owls and 'owls back at 'em.
He's crazy!
I might have known. I might have known.
We know why the wolves talk, do we not, Mr Renfield?
And we know how we can make them stop. Argh! You know too much to live, Van Helsing!
Now now, Renfield.
We will get no more out of him now for a while.
Take him away, Martin.
On your way, old fly-eater.
I'm warning you, Dr Seward, if you don't send me away you must answer for what will happen to Miss Mina!
- All right, Martin.
- Come along now. Come along.
What was that herb that excited him so?
Wolfbane.
It is a plant that grows in central Europe.
The natives there use it to protect themselves against vampires.
Renfield reacted very violently to its scent.
Seward, I want you to have Renfield closely watched by day and night.
Especially by night. (sobs) (wolf howls)
Master, you've come back.
No, master, please...
Please don't ask me to do that.
Don't. Not her.
Please!
Please don't, master!
Don't, please!
Please...
Oh, don't...
I laid in bed for quite a while... reading.
And just as I was commencing to get drowsy, I heard dogs howling.
And when the dream came... it seemed the whole room was filled with mist.
It was so thick I could just see the lamp by the bed, a tiny spark in the fog.
And then I saw two red eyes staring at me, and a white, livid face came down out of the mist.
It came closer... and closer.
I felt its breath on my face... and then its lips!
Dear, it was only a dream.
And then in the morning I felt so weak.
It seemed as if all the life had been drained out of me.
Darling, we're going to forget all about these dreams and think about something cheerful, aren't we?
- Allow me?
- Oh. Certainly, Professor.
Think for a moment.
Is there anything that might have brought this dream on?
No.
Doctor, there's something troubling Mina. Something she won't tell us.
And the face in the dream - you say it seemed to come closer and closer?
The lips touched you?
Where?
Is there anything the matter with your throat?
- Oh, no. But I...
- Permit me.
- No, please...
- Yes.
How long have you had those little marks?
- Marks?
- Please.
- Mina, why didn't you let us know?
- Do not excite her.
When, Miss Mina?
Since the morning after the dream.
- What could have caused them?
- (maid) Count Dracula.
It's good to see you back again, Doctor.
I heard you have just arrived.
And you, Miss Mina, you're looking exceptionally... (Van Helsing) Pardon me, Dr Seward... but I think Miss Mina should go to her room at once.
Professor Van Helsing, I don't believe it's as important as you seem to think.
Excuse me. Count Dracula, Professor Van Helsing.
Van Helsing. A most distinguished scientist, whose name we know...
even in the wilds of Transylvania.
I had a frightful dream a few nights ago.
I don't seem to be able to get it out of my mind.
I hope you haven't taken my stories too seriously?
Stories?
Yes.
In my humble effort to amuse your fiancee, Mr Harker,
I was telling her some rather... grim tales of my far-off country.
I can imagine.
Why, John!
I can quite understand Mr Harker's concern.
I'm afraid it's quite serious.
My dear, I'm sure Count Dracula will excuse you.
You must go to your room, as Professor Van Helsing suggests.
Oh, but really, Father, I'm feeling quite well.
You had better do as your father advises.
Very well.
Good night.
John.
Miss Mina, may I call later and inquire how you are feeling?
Why, yes. Thank you.
I'm sorry, Doctor, my visit was so ill-timed.
Not at all.
On the contrary, it may prove to be most enlightening.
In fact, before you go, you can be of definite service.
Anything I can do, gladly.
A moment ago I stumbled upon a most amazing phenomenon.
Something so incredible I mistrust my own judgment.
Look.
Dr Seward, my humble apology.
I dislike mirrors.
Van Helsing will explain.
For one who has not lived even a single lifetime... you are a wise man, Van Helsing.
Phew! What on earth caused that?
Did you see the look on his face?
Like a wild animal!
Wild animal?
Like a madman!
What's that, running across the lawn?
Looks like a huge dog!
Or a wolf?
A wolf?
- He was afraid we might follow.
- Follow?
Sometimes they take the form of wolves. But generally of bats.
What are you talking about?
Dracula.
But what's Dracula got to do with wolves and bats?
- Dracula is our vampire.
- But surely, Professor...
A vampire casts no reflection in the glass.
That is why Dracula smashed the mirror.
I don't mean to be rude, but that's the sort of thing
I'd expect one of the patients here to say.
Yes. And that is what your English doctors would say, your police.
The strength of the vampire is that people will not believe in him.
But, Professor, vampires only exist in ghost stories.
A vampire, Mr Harker, is a being that lives after its death by drinking the blood of the living.
It must have blood or it dies.
Its power lasts only from sunset to sunrise.
During the hours of the day it must rest in the earth in which it was buried.
But then, if Dracula were a vampire, he'd have to return every night to Transylvania.
And that's impossible!
Then he must have brought his native soil with him.
Boxes of it. Boxes of earth large enough for him to rest in. (manic laughter)
Renfield?
! What are you doing there?
Come here.
Did you hear what we were saying?
Yes, I heard something.
Enough.
Be guided by what he says.
It's your only hope.
It's her only hope.
I begged you to send me away, but you wouldn't.
Now it's too late. It's happened again.
(Harker) What's happened?
Take her away before... (squeaking)
No, no, master! I wasn't going to say anything!
I told them nothing!
I'm loyal to you, master!
What have you to do with Dracula?
Dracula?
I never even heard the name before.
You will die in torment if you die with innocent blood on your soul.
Oh, no.
God will not damn a lunatic's soul.
He knows that the powers of evil are too great for those of us with weak minds. (woman screams) Oh, Mr Harker!
Mr Harker, it's horrible!
Oh, it's horrible! Dr Seward!
Miss Mina...
Out there, dead!
- Out where?
Thank heaven she's alive. Thank heaven for that!
Alive, yes.
But in greater danger, for she's already under his influence.
Oh, it's horrible, Van Helsing, horrible!
Incredible!
Incredible, perhaps, but we must face it, we must cope with it.
As these attacks continue, she comes more and more under his power. (child cries) "Further attacks on small children, committed after dark by the mysterious woman in white, took place last night."
"Narratives of two small girls, each child describing a 'bootiful lady in white' who promised her chocolates, enticed her to a secluded spot, and there bit her slightly in the throat."
- Ghosts!
- Vampires.
And then, Miss Mina?
What could she know about the woman in white?
- It's bad enough for her to read about it...
- Please, please, Mr Harker.
And when was the next time you saw Miss Lucy after she was buried?
I was downstairs on the terrace.
She came out of the shadows and stood looking at me.
I started to speak to her.
And then I remembered she was dead.
The most horrible expression came over her face.
She looked like a hungry animal. A wolf.
And then she turned and ran back into the dark.
Then you know the woman in white is...
Lucy.
Miss Mina, I promise you that after tonight she will remain at rest, her soul released from this horror.
If you can save Lucy's soul after death, promise me you'll save mine.
Darling, you're not going to die. You're going to live.
No, John. You mustn't touch me.
And you mustn't kiss me - ever again.
What are you trying to say?
You tell him.
You make him understand. I can't.
Professor...
It's all over, John.
Our love, our life together.
Oh, no.
No, no, don't look at me like that.
I love you, John. You.
But this horror...
He wills it.
(Van Helsing) Miss Mina, you must come indoors.
You must.
Do you know what you're doing to her, Professor?
You're driving her crazy!
Mr Harker, that is what you should be worrying about.
The last rays of the day's sun will soon be gone and another night will be upon us. (door opens) Dr Seward, I'm taking Mina with me to London tonight, or I'll call in the police.
- But, John...
- Mina, please get your bags packed.
Seward, I must be master here or I can do nothing.
Quite.
Miss Mina, both this room and your bedroom have been prepared with wolfbane.
You will be safe if Dracula returns.
She'll be safe all right, because she's going with me!
- Mina, I'll be waiting for you in the library.
- Oh, John!
Father, talk to him.
Please don't let him go.
Oh, Briggs.
Miss Mina is to wear this wreath of wolfbane when she goes to bed.
Watch her closely and see that she does not remove it in her sleep.
I understand.
And under no circumstances must these windows be opened tonight.
Very well, sir. (wolf howls) (thud)
You will recollect that Dracula cast no reflection in the mirror.
Yes. And that three boxes of earth were delivered to him at Carfax Abbey.
Quite.
And, knowing that a vampire must rest by day in his native soil,
I am convinced that this Dracula is no legend, but an undead creature whose life has been unnaturally prolonged.
(Harker) Well, Dr Seward, what about it?
Is Mina going with me or not?
If you take her from under our protection, you will kill her.
Now, John, please, please, be patient.
Mr Harker, please, come here.
Well?
John, I know you love her.
But don't forget she's my daughter, and I must do what I think is best.
Mr Harker, I have devoted my lifetime to the study of many strange things - little-known facts which the world is perhaps better off for not knowing.
I know.
But, Professor, all I want is to get Mina away from all of this.
That will do no good.
Our only chance of saving Miss Mina's life is to find the hiding place of Dracula's living corpse and to drive a stake through its heart.
(Renfield) Isn't this a strange conversation for men who aren't crazy?
Renfield! You're compelling me to put you in a straitjacket.
You forget, Doctor, that madmen have great strength.
Dracula has great strength, eh, Renfield?
Words, words, words!
Oh, Martin. Didn't I warn you to keep a strict watch?
What?
What, again?
! Yes, sir. At once, sir.
Yes, sir. Right away, sir.
Here, the doctor's pet loony is loose again.
He came and stood below my window in the moonlight.
And he promised me things.
Not in words, but by doing them.
Doing them?
By making them happen.
A red mist spread over the lawn, coming on like a flame of fire.
And then he parted it.
And I could see that there were thousands of rats, with their eyes blazing red - like his, only smaller.
And then he held up his hand and they all stopped.
And I thought he seemed to be saying...
"Rats, rats... rats!"
"Thousands... millions of them!"
"All red blood!"
"All these will I give you... if you will obey me."
What did he want you to do?
That which has already been done.
Strike me down dead, Doctor!
He's got me going!
Now he's twisted and broken them iron bars as if they was cheese.
- Dracula is in the house!
- In the house?
! Doctor, this time he can do no harm. We are ready for him.
Martin, come. I'll show you where we can put Mr Renfield where he won't escape.
Maybe you're right, but I have me doubts.
Come along, old fly-eater.
Now you mustn't get out of it this time. You've got to stay in your room...
Van Helsing!
Now that you have learned what you have learned, it would be well for you to return to your own country.
I prefer to remain, and protect those whom you would destroy.
You are too late.
My blood now flows through her veins.
She will live through the centuries to come... as I have lived.
Should you escape us, Dracula, we know how to save Miss Mina's soul, if not her life.
If she dies by day.
But I shall see that she dies by night.
And I will have Carfax Abbey torn down stone by stone, excavated a mile around.
I will find your earth box and drive that stake through your heart.
Come here.
Come... here.
Your will is strong,
Van Helsing.
More wolfbane?
More effective than wolfbane, Count.
Indeed? (snarls) (Mina) Open the windows, Briggs, let in some air!
The odour in the room from that horrible weed!
It's stifling!
I can't stand it!
- But the professor gave orders.
- Never mind the professor now.
Now, please, go back to bed at once. I'm going to call your father.
What is it, Briggs?
I don't know, Mr Harker.
I felt strangely dizzy.
And when it cleared away, Miss Mina was up and dressed and out on the terrace.
- And I can't get her to go to bed.
- Well, let me see her. Tell her I'm here.
John?
Oh, John, I'm so glad you're here.
What have they been doing to me, dear?
Locking me in my room!
Oh, and the horrible smell of that awful weed.
It's been like a nightmare.
What's been the matter?
Why are you looking at me like that?
Mina...
You're so... like a changed girl.
Oh, you look wonderful!
I feel wonderful. I've never felt better in my life.
I'm so glad to see you like this.
I've been awfully worried about you.
Mr Harker, you'd better bring Miss Mina inside.
That's all right, Briggs - now that I'm here.
Run along, Briggs. Don't worry.
John... Look, the fog's lifting.
See how plain you can see the stars.
Yes.
Millions of them.
I've never seen them so close.
Why, it looks as if you could reach out and touch them.
Would you like me to get you a ha...
Why, what's the matter?
Oh, nothing. Nothing at all.
Come. Let's sit down.
Van Helsing.
Seward. That which I feared from the beginning has happened.
What?
Dracula boasts that he has fused his blood with that of Miss Mina.
In life she will now become the foul thing of the night that he is.
- But Van Helsing...
- Come, Seward.
There's not a moment to be lost.
Oh, but I love the fog!
I love nights with fog.
Well, only yesterday you said you were afraid of the night.
But, darling, I could never have said anything so silly! I couldn't!
I love the night.
Why, it's the only time I feel really alive.
- There's that bat again! - (bat squeaks)
- Yes? - Shoo!
- Look out. He'll get in your hair. - (squeaking)
Yes?
- My, that was a big bat. - (squeaking)
I will.
You will what?
Why, I didn't say anything.
Yes, you did. You said "I will".
Oh, no, I didn't.
John...
Come, sit down.
There must be some way, some way to save her.
There is only one... (Mina) John, that funny little old professor...
Now I want you to get it away from him and hide it.
But why, dear?
Oh, he'll be wanting to protect me again - from the night, or Count Dracula, or whatever it is.
Well, I don't know. He may be right, Mina.
Your eyes!
They look at me so strangely.
Mina!
- Mina, you're...
- No, Mina, no! (Mina screams)
Give me that! What's the idea? Have you gone crazy?
- Are you trying to frighten her to death?
! - No, I was trying to save her.
Save her?
That's a fine way!
It's all right, darling.
Oh, John, darling!
You must go away from me! (wails) The cross!
After what's happened I can't bear to look at it.
- What's happened?
- I can't tell you.
I can't. But you must. You must tell me.
Oh, John...
You can believe everything he says. It's all the truth.
Dracula, he...
Dracula?
! What's he done to you, dear?
Tell me.
He came to me.
He opened a vein in his arm... and he made me drink. (gunshot)
Who is it, Martin?
It's that big grey bat again, sir.
There's no use wasting your bullets, Martin. They cannot harm that bat.
No, sir.
He's crazy!
They're all crazy.
They're all crazy except you and me.
Sometimes I have me doubts about you.
Yes.
Come, Mr Harker. (creaking) (clanking)
Master, I'm here!
Where else would he be going but to Dracula?
What is it, master?
What do you want me to do?
Look!
Here's an opening.
(Harker) Mina!
Mina!
I didn't lead them here, master!
I didn't know, I swear!
No!
No! (Dracula) Wait!
I'm loyal to you, master.
I'm your slave. I didn't betray you!
Oh, no, don't!
Don't kill me!
Let me live, please!
Punish me, torture me, but let me live!
I can't die with all those lives on my conscience!
All that blood on my hands!
- He'll kill her if we don't get to her!
- (Van Helsing) We must not be too late.
We have him trapped!
Day is breaking!
We have him trapped!
(woman screams)
He's killing her! Mina! Mina, where are you?
Mina!
Mina!
Mina, where are you?
Mina?
Mina?
Mina!
Mina!
Harker!
Harker!
- See her?
- Come.
Where?
Where are you?
Here. Here, Harker. I have found them.
Get me a piece of stone - anything - to help me drive the stake through their hearts.
(banging) Is she...? How does she...?
She is not here.
Then... then she may be alive!
Mina!
Mina!
Mina!
Mina! - (hammer blow) - (groan) Aarghh... (groan trails off into silence)
Mina!
Mina!
Oh, John!
John, darling!
I heard you calling, but I couldn't say anything.
We thought he'd killed you, dear.
The daylight stopped him.
Oh, if you could have seen the look on his face!
There's nothing more to fear, Miss Mina.
Dracula is dead for ever.
No, no, no. You must go.
- But aren't you coming with us?
- Not yet. Presently. Come, John.
How do you do?
Mr. Carl Laemmle feels it would be a little unkind to present this picture without just a word of friendly warning.
We are about to unfold the story of Frankenstein.
A man of science, who sought to create a man after his own image, without reckoning upon God.
It is one of the strangest tales ever told.
It deals with the two great mysteries of creation:
life and death.
I think it will thrill you.
It may shock you.
It might even horrify you.
So if any of you feel that you do not care to subject your nerves to such a strain, now is your chance to, er...
Well, we've warned you.
... dona eis, Domine:
et lux perpetua luceat eis.
Amen.
Down.
Down, you fool!
Now!
Come on!
Hurry, hurry.
The moon's rising. We've no time to lose.
Careful!
Here he comes!
He's just resting. Waiting for a new life to come.
Here we are.
Look, it's still here.
Climb up and cut the rope.
- No!
- Go on. It can't hurt you.
Here's a knife.
Look out!
Here's the knife.
Here I come.
Is it all right?
The neck's broken. The brain is useless!
We must find another brain.
That'll do, gentlemen.
And in conclusion, ladies and gentlemen, here we have one of the most perfect specimens of the human brain ever to come to my attention at the university.
And here, the abnormal brain of the typical criminal.
Observe, ladies and gentlemen, the scarcity of convolutions on the frontal lobe as compared to that of the normal brain, and the distinct degeneration of the middle frontal lobe.
All of these degenerate characteristics check amazingly with the history of the dead man before us, whose life was one of brutality, of violence and murder.
These jars will remain here for your further inspection.
Thank you, gentlemen. The class is dismissed.
Herr Victor Moritz.
Victor.
- I'm so glad you've come.
- What is it, Elizabeth?
- Oh, you've heard from Henry.
- Yes. The first word in four months.
It just came.
- Victor, you must help me.
- Of course I'll help you.
I'm afraid.
I've read this over and over again, but they're just words that I can't understand.
Listen.
"You must have faith in me, Elizabeth. Wait."
"My work must come first, even before you."
"At night, the winds howl in the mountains."
"There is no one here."
"Prying eyes can't peer into my secret."
- What can he mean?
- What does he say then?
"I am living in an abandoned watchtower close to the town of Goldstadt."
"Only my assistant is here to help me with my experiments."
- Oh. His experiments. - Yes, that's what frightens me.
The day we announced our engagement, he told me of his experiments.
He said he was close to a discovery so terrific that he doubted his own sanity.
There was a strange look in his eyes. Some mystery.
His words carried me right away.
Of course, I've never doubted him. But still, I worry. I can't help it.
And now this letter. All this uncertainty can't go on. I must know.
Victor, have you seen him?
Yes. About three weeks ago.
I met him walking alone in the woods. He spoke to me of his work, too.
I asked him if I might visit his laboratory.
He just glared at me and said he would let no one go there.
- His manner was very strange. - Oh, what can we do?
- If he should be ill! - Now, don't worry.
I'll go to Dr. Waldman, Henry's old professor in medical school.
Perhaps he can tell me more about all this.
Victor, you're a dear.
You know I'd go to the ends of the earth for you.
I shouldn't like that. I'm far too fond of you.
I wish you were.
- Victor. - I'm sorry.
Good night, Victor. And thank you. Thank you.
Good night. And don't worry. Promise?
I won't.
- Victor! - What is it?
- I'm coming with you.
- You can't!
I must. I'll be ready in a minute.
Herr Frankenstein is a most brilliant young man, yet so erratic.
He troubles me.
I'm worried about Henry. Why has he left the university?
He was doing so well and he seemed so happy with his work.
You know, his researches in the field of chemical galvanism and electrobiology were far in advance of our theories here at the university.
In fact, they had reached a most advanced stage.
They were becoming dangerous.
Herr Frankenstein is greatly changed.
You mean changed as a result of his work?
Yes. His work.
His insane ambition to create life.
How? How?
Please tell us everything, whatever it is.
The bodies we use now, dissecting them for lecture purposes, were not perfect enough for his experiments, he said.
He wished us to supply him with other bodies, and we were not to be too particular as to where and how we got them.
I told him that his demands were unreasonable, and so he left the university to work unhampered.
- He found what he needed elsewhere. - Oh.
The bodies of animals.
Well, what are the lives of a few rabbits and dogs?
You do not quite get what I mean.
Herr Frankenstein was interested only in human life.
First to destroy it, then re-create it.
There you have his mad dream.
- Can we go to him?
- You will not be very welcome.
What does that matter?
I must see him.
Dr. Waldman, you have influence with Henry. Won't you come with us?
I'm sorry, but Herr Frankenstein is no longer my pupil.
But he respects you. Won't you help us to take him away?
Very well, Fräulein. I've warned you.
But if you wish it, I will go.
- Fritz! - Hello.
- Have you finished those connections?
- Yes, they're done.
Well, come down, then, and help. We've lots to do.
Look out!
Fool!
If this storm develops as I hope, you will have plenty to be afraid of before the night's over.
Go on, fix the electrodes.
This storm will be magnificent.
All the electrical secrets of heaven.
And this time we're ready. Hey, Fritz? Ready.
Oh!
- Why, what's the matter?
- Look.
There's nothing to fear. Look.
No blood, no decay.
Just a few stitches.
And look. Here's the final touch.
- The brain you stole, Fritz. - Yes.
Think of it - the brain of a dead man waiting to live again in a body I made with my own hands.
With my own hands.
Let's have one final test. Throw the switches.
Good.
In 15 minutes, the storm should be at its height.
Then we'll be ready.
What's that?
- There's someone there. - Shh!
Quiet.
Send them away! Nobody must come here.
Here. Cover this.
Whoever it is, don't let them in.
Leave them to me.
Of all the times for anybody to come!
I'll show them, messing about at this time of night. Got too much to do.
Wait a minute! All right, all right!
Wait a minute, I'm coming.
- It's Dr. Waldman, Fritz.
- You can't see him. Go away.
All right, knock! You won't get in.
- Henry! - Frankenstein!
- Henry! - Frankenstein!
Henry!
- Open the door! - Let us in!
Who is it?
What do you want?
You must leave me alone now.
It's Elizabeth!
Open the door!
- Henry! - Frankenstein!
- What do you want?
- Open the door!
- You must leave me alone. - At least give us shelter.
- What's this nonsense of locked doors?
- Henry!
Elizabeth, please, won't you go away?
Won't you trust me just for tonight?
- You're ill. What's the matter?
- Nothing. I'm quite all right. Truly I am.
Can't you see I mustn't be disturbed?
You'll ruin everything. My experiment is almost completed.
Wait a moment. I understand.
I believe in you. But I cannot leave you tonight.
- You've got to leave!
- Henry, you're inhuman. You're crazy!
Crazy, am I?
We'll see whether I'm crazy or not.
Come on up.
You're quite sure you want to come in?
Very well.
Forgive me, but I'm forced to take unusual precautions.
Sit down, please.
Sit down!
You too, Elizabeth. Please.
A moment ago, you said I was crazy.
- Tomorrow, we'll see about that. - Don't touch that!
I'm sorry, Doctor, but I insist.
Please.
Doctor Waldman, I learnt a great deal from you at the university about the violet ray, the ultraviolet ray, which you said was the highest color in the spectrum.
You were wrong.
Here, in this machinery, I have gone beyond that.
I have discovered the great ray that first brought life into the world.
Oh. And your proof?
Tonight you shall have your proof.
At first I experimented only with dead animals, and then a human heart, which I kept beating for three weeks.
But now I'm going to turn that ray on that body, and endow it with life.
And you really believe that you can bring life to the dead?
That body is not dead.
It has never lived.
I created it.
I made it with my own hands from the bodies I took from graves, from the gallows, anywhere.
Go and see for yourself.
You too.
Dead, hey?
Quite a good scene, isn't it?
One man crazy, three very sane spectators.
Yes!
Test the batteries.
Look. It's moving.
It's alive.
It's alive!
It's alive.
It's moving.
It's alive!
It's alive!
It's alive!
It's alive!
- It's alive!
- Henry, in the name of God!
In the name of God?
! Now I know what it...
Henry is well, but he's very busy.
He said he would get in touch with you soon.
Don't worry about him, Baron. He'll be home in a few days.
You two have it all arranged, haven't you?
You think I'm an idiot, don't you?
But I'm not.
Anyone can see with half an eye that there's something wrong.
And I've two eyes, and pretty good ones at that.
- Well, what is it?
- You're quite mistaken, Baron.
What's the matter with my son?
What's he doing?
He's completing his experiments.
Why does he go messing around an old ruined windmill when he has a decent house, a bath, good food and drink, and a darned pretty girl to come back to?
- Baron, you don't understand.
- I understand perfectly well.
There's another woman, and you're afraid to tell me.
Pretty sordid experiments these must be.
Huh!
- Oh, but you're wrong! - And how do you know?
If you please, Herr Baron, the burgomaster.
- Well, tell him to go away.
- But he says it's important.
Nothing the burgomaster can say can be of the slightest importance.
Good day, Herr Baron. Fräulein.
Well, what do you want?
If it's trouble, go away. I've trouble enough.
- Oh, there's no trouble, sir.
- What do you mean, "no trouble"?
There's nothing but trouble.
- I brought you these flowers. - Thank you, Herr Vogel.
Both in my private and official capacities as burgomaster...
Yes, yes, yes, we know all about that, but what do you want?
What I really want to know is when will the wedding be, if you please.
Unless Henry comes to his senses, there'll be no wedding at all.
- But the village is already prepared. - Well, tell them to unprepare.
But such a lovely bride...
Such a fine young man, the very image of his father.
- Heaven forbid.
- But, sir, everything is ready!
I know that!
Don't keep on saying so, you idiot!
There's nothing to cry about.
Good day, Miss Elizabeth. Good day, Herr Moritz.
Good day, Herr Vogel.
Good day, Herr Baron.
And good riddance to you.
There you are. Huh! You see how it is.
The whole village is kept waiting, the bride is kept waiting, and I am kept waiting.
Henry must come home, if I have to fetch him myself.
No, no, Baron.
What about his work?
Stuff and nonsense. What about his wedding?
There is another woman... and I'm going to find her.
Come and sit down, Doctor.
You must be patient.
Do you expect perfection at once?
This creature of yours should be kept under guard.
Mark my words, he will prove dangerous.
Dangerous?
Poor old Waldman.
Have you never wanted to do anything that was dangerous?
Where should we be if nobody tried to find out what lies beyond?
Have you never wanted to look beyond the clouds and the stars?
Or to know what causes the trees to bud?
And what changes the darkness into light?
But if you talk like that... people call you crazy.
Well, if I could discover just one of these things - what eternity is, for example -
I wouldn't care if they did think I was crazy.
You're young, my friend. Your success has intoxicated you.
Wake up and look facts in the face!
Here we have a fiend whose brain...
Whose brain must be given time to develop.
It's a perfectly good brain, Doctor.
Well, you ought to know. It came from your own laboratory.
The brain that was stolen from my laboratory was a criminal brain.
Oh, well. After all, it's only a piece of dead tissue.
Only evil can come of it.
Your health will be ruined if you persist in this madness.
I'm astonishingly sane, Doctor.
You have created a monster and it will destroy you.
Patience, patience.
I believe in this monster, as you call it.
And if you don't, well, you must leave me alone.
But think of Elizabeth. Your father.
Elizabeth believes in me.
My father?
He never believes in anyone.
I've got to experiment further.
He's only a few days old, remember.
So far, he's been kept in complete darkness.
Wait till I bring him into the light.
Here he comes. Let's turn out the light.
Come in.
Come in.
Sit down.
Sit down!
You see?
It understands.
Watch.
Take care now, Frankenstein. Take care.
Shut out the light.
Sit down.
Go and sit down.
- It understands this time.
It's wonderful. - Frankenstein, where is it?
Aagh!
Quiet, you fool!
Get away with that torch.
- Aagh!
- Quick!
Fetch the rope, quick.
Stop pushing.
- Get him to the cellar. - Shoot it!
It's a monster.
Quiet.
Quiet!
Stop that! You'll have the whole countryside on us!
Come away. He has the strength of ten men!
Here, give me that!
Come away, Fritz.
Leave it alone. Leave it alone.
Listen. What's that?
Who's there?
It's Fritz!
Come on, Doctor. Quick, hurry.
Get back.
Come on, quickly.
He hated Fritz. Fritz always tormented him.
Come, pull yourself together.
- What can we do?
- Kill it, as you would any savage animal.
We must overpower him first. Get me a hypodermic needle.
- It's murder.
- It's our only chance.
In a few minutes, he'll be through that door. Come, quick. Hurry.
- Got it?
- Yes, here it is.
- It's very strong. Half-grain solution. - Good.
You stand there. When he goes toward you, I will make the injection in his back.
- Ready?
- Yes.
Get back!
Back!
Dr. Waldman. Dr. Waldman!
- Are you hurt?
- No, I'm all right. It's nothing.
See who's at the door.
What's happening?
Elizabeth and your father are coming to see you.
- Keep them out. - Too late!
They must not see that. Here, quick, give me a hand.
Quick!
Henry, hurry, get that blood off your face before your father and Elizabeth get here.
Well, er...
Pretty sort of place for my son to be in, I must say.
- Is that the front door?
- Yes, this is it.
Right.
I don't like it, but... here goes.
There doesn't seem to be anybody in the place.
God...
What a... What a forsaken place.
Are you trying to burn it down, eh?
What's that for, eh?
Well, what's the matter with you?
You look as if you've been kicked by a horse.
- Where's Henry?
- Why...
- Well?
- He can't be disturbed just now.
Oh, can't he? Huh!
I'll soon settle that nonsense.
Victor, where is he?
This place seems to drive everybody crazy.
Oh, heavens...
What's that?
I beg your pardon. I am Dr. Waldman.
Oh, are you?
I'm Baron Frankenstein.
Perhaps you know what all this tommyrot's about.
I...
I'll be shot if I do!
I advise you to take Henry away from here at once.
Well, what do you suppose I'm here for?
Pleasure?
Nah.
Where are you, my dear?
Oh, there you are.
Let's see what's up the awful stairs.
Leave them alone.
Come in.
- Henry. - Elizabeth.
Henry!
Victor!
Dr. Waldman!
Come quickly.
- My dear, what have they done to you?
- Poor Fritz...
It's all my fault...
Get him on the sofa.
Have you got any brandy?
Quick, quick, quick.
Here, I'll do that.
My boy...
Now, now...
Now drink. Drink this.
There. There, that's better.
I'm going to take you home with me, Henry.
No, I can't. My work. What will happen to the records of my experiment?
- We will preserve them. - And...
I will see that it is painlessly destroyed.
Yes, yes. Leave it all to me.
Poor Fritz.
All my fault.
There, Henry. You can't do any more now.
You must come home until you get well again.
You'll soon feel better when you get out of here.
It's like heaven being with you again.
Heaven wasn't so far away all the time, you know.
I know.
But I didn't realize it.
My work. Those horrible days and nights.
I couldn't think of anything else.
Henry, you're not to think of those things any more.
- You promised. - All right.
Let's think about us. When will our wedding be?
Let's make it soon.
As soon as you like.
For three generations, these orange blossoms have been worn at our weddings.
Your great-grandfather wore this, Henry.
Looks as good as new now, hey?
And here. Here is one to make the best man look still better.
30 years ago, I placed this on your mother's head, Henry.
Today, you'll make me very happy by doing the same for Elizabeth.
And I hope, in 30 years' time, a youngster of yours will be carrying on the tradition.
And now, how about a little drink, eh?
My grandfather bought this wine and laid it down.
My grandmother wouldn't let him drink it. Bless her heart.
Here's to your very good health.
Well, are you all full?
Yes? Come along.
Here's a health to a son of the House of Frankenstein.
A son to the House of Frankenstein.
Here's a jolly good health to young Frankenstein.
Young Frankenstein.
Give the servants some champagne. This stuff's wasted on 'em.
Well, well, well.
It'll do you good. - House of Frankenstein. - To the House of Frankenstein.
Now then. Now be off about your business.
Listen!
Listen to 'em!
The boys and girls of the village are out here.
It's extraordinary how friendly you can make a lot of people on a couple of bottles of beer.
Tomorrow they'll all be fighting.
No doubt!
- They're calling for you, Baron. - Hey-ho.
Well, I suppose I'd better show myself.
Quiet!
Thank you all very much indeed.
I'm very pleased to see you all, and I hope there's plenty of beer.
There's lots more where that came from.
You stay here, Maria. I'll just take a look at my traps.
Then we'll go to the village and have a grand time, huh?
- You won't be long, Daddy?
- Oh, no.
If Franz comes by, tell him I'll be back soon.
Daddy, won't you stay and play with me a little while?
I'm too busy, darling.
You stay and play with the kitty, huh?
- Bye, Daddy. - Goodbye.
Be a good girl now.
Come on, kitty.
Who are you?
I'm Maria.
Will you play with me?
Would you like one of my flowers?
You have those, and I'll have these.
I can make a boat.
See how mine float?
Ohh!
No, you're hurting me!
- Henry.
- Elizabeth!
How lovely you look. But you shouldn't be here.
I must see you for a minute.
Why?
What's the matter?
Could you leave us for a moment?
Why, of course.
- Why, what is it?
- I'm so glad you're safe.
Safe?
Of course I'm safe.
But you look worried. Is anything wrong?
No.
No, forget my foolishness.
It was just a mood.
There's nothing the matter.
Of course there isn't!
Henry, I'm afraid. Terribly afraid.
Where is Dr. Waldman?
Why is he late for the wedding?
He's always late. He'll be here soon.
Something is going to happen.
I feel it. I can't get it out of my mind.
You're just nervous.
All the excitement and preparation.
No. No, it isn't that. I've felt it all day.
Something is coming between us.
I know it.
I know it!
Sit down and rest. You look so tired.
- If I could just save us from it. - From what, dear?
From what?
I don't know!
If I could just get it out of my mind!
I'd die if I had to lose you now, Henry.
Lose me?
Why, I'll always be with you.
Will you, Henry?
Are you sure?
I love you so.
Sure. How beautiful you look.
Henry!
Henry!
What's that?
What's that? !
Henry!
Dr. Waldman!
- What about Dr. Waldman?
- Henry, don't leave me!
- No, darling, you stay here.
- Henry!
Henry!
Dr. Waldman's been murdered in the tower.
The monster.
He's been seen in the hills, terrorizing the mountainside.
He's in the house.
He's upstairs!
It's in the cellars.
It's Elizabeth!
Come on.
Elizabeth!
What is it?
- Don't let him come here. - No, no, no, darling. It's all right.
- Don't let him come here. - It's all right, darling. It's all right.
Oh, look!
That's Maria!
Silence!
Silence!
Silence!
What is it?
Maria.
She's drowned.
My poor man.
Why do you bring her here to me?
But...
But she has been murdered.
Silence!
I'll see that justice is done.
Who is it?
- How is Elizabeth now?
- I don't know.
She's still in a daze. Just looks at me and says nothing. It's maddening.
Easy, old man. She'll be all right.
- Our wedding day. - Steady.
Your wedding will be postponed a day at most.
- A day?
I wonder. - What do you mean?
There can be no wedding while this horrible creation of mine is still alive.
I made him with these hands, and with these hands I will destroy him.
- I must find him!
- I'll go with you.
No. You stay here and look after Elizabeth.
I'll leave her in your care, whatever happens. You understand?
In your care.
Quiet!
Quiet! Quiet!
Ludwig.
You will search the woods. Those are your group.
- We'll get him!
- Quiet!
Herr Frankenstein.
You will take to the mountains. Those are your people.
I... I will lead the third group by the lake.
And remember... remember...
get him alive if you can, but get him!
Quiet!
Search every ravine, every crevasse, but the fiend must be found!
Are you ready?
Light your torches and go!
Stop!
Frankenstein, mountains!
Ludwig!
Lake party, this way!
Come on, boys!
Keep together.
You search there. The rest, come with me.
Look lively!
Come on!
Come on!
Herr Frankenstein!
Herr Frankenstein!
Come on, men!
Quick!
This way!
Which way did he go?
Which way did he go?
Tell me! Tell me!
Over there.
You stay here and take care of him.
The rest, follow me.
Come on!
Come on, quick!
No, come back! This way.
Herr Frankenstein!
Herr Frankenstein, where are you?
I think he's up there.
Come on, follow me.
Quick!
Hello!
Fire.
Fire!
Help!
Help!
- Listen.
- Help!
It's Frankenstein.
That way!
This way!
Come on, hurry!
Hurry!
Look, they're there!
Turn the hounds loose!
There he is!
The murderer.
He's alive.
Frankenstein!
Frankenstein.
Bring him down to the village and let's take him home.
Murderer!
Burn the mill!
Burn the mill!
He can't get away!
Have you got it?
Come on, hurry.
Quiet, quiet.
Well, go ahead and knock.
Well, well, well, what's all this?
What do you want, hey?
What's this?
If you please, Herr Baron, we thought that Mr. Henry could do with a glass of his great-grandmother's wine.
Fine old lady, my grandmother.
Very foreseeing of her to prevent my grandfather drinking this.
Mr. Henry doesn't need this.
As I said before, I say again, here's to a son to the House of Frankenstein.
Yes, indeed, sir. We hope so, sir.
Just you wait, it won't be long
The man in black will soon be here
With his cleaver's blade so true
He'll make mincemeat out of you!
You're out.
I told you to stop singing that awful song!
Didn't you hear me?
That same cursed song over and over!
What's the matter?
I told those kids to stop singing that awful song, but they sing it all day long.
As if we haven't heard enough of that murderer already.
Leave them alone.
As long as we can hear them singing, at least we know they're still there.
Yes, I guess you're right.
10,000 MARKS REWARD - WHO IS THE MURDERER?
Little Kurt Klawitzky and his sister Klara have been missing since June 11th.
Evidence leads us to believe the children were victims of a crime similar to that committed last fall against the Doering siblings.
What a pretty ball you have there.
What's your name?
Elsie Beckmann.
Didn't Elsie come with you?
-No. -She didn't come with us.
Pretty!
Thank you.
A thrilling new chapter, Mrs Beckmann.
Just a moment, Mr Gehrke.
Tell me, Mr Gehrke.
Have you seen little Elsie?
No. Didn't she just come up the stairs?
No, she's not home yet.
She won't be long now. Goodbye.
Goodbye, Mr Gehrke.
Extra! Extra!
Extra!
Extra!
No, I can't give change! Extra!
Makes you afraid to send your kids to school!
Who is the murderer?
Because the police did not publish my first letter,
I am writing now directly to the press!
Proceed with your investigations.
All will soon be confirmed.
But I'm not done yet!
10,000 MARKS REWARD
-Christ, here we go again!
-This is horrible!
The print's too small.
You in front, read it out loud!
-Let him read!
-Hey! Quiet!
"The terror in our town has found a new victim."
Louder!
We can't hear a word!
"Certain evidence leads us to believe that this is the same murderer who has already claimed eight victims from among our city's children.
We must emphasize once again that it is, now more than ever, every mother and father's sacred duty to alert their children to this ever present danger and to the friendly guise it is likely to assume.
A little candy, a toy, or an apple can suffice to lure a child to his or her doom."
Very true!
Keep reading.
"Anxiety among the general public is heightened by the police's failure to apprehend a suspect.
But the police are faced with the almost impossible task of catching a criminal who left not the slightest clue behind.
Who is the murderer?
What does he look like?
Where is he hiding?
No one knows him, yet he is among us.
Anybody sitting next to you could be the murderer."
Yes, that's very true.
-Why look at me when you say that?
-You know very well.
What do I know very well?
Think about it. It'll come to you.
What are you saying?
I saw you follow that little girl from the fourth floor up the stairs.
You're crazy, you dirty swine!
Who's the swine?
Me, or a man who chases little girls?
You bastard!
Murderer!
Gentlemen!
I'll see you in court!
I'll have you locked up!
Slanderer! Trying to ruin my reputation!
Damn slanderer! Besmirching a man's good name!
And the police fall for it!
A search warrant!
How awful! What a disgrace!
Searching a man's house based on an anonymous letter!
Mr Jäger, please calm down. We're only doing our job.
As if it weren't enough that we're in constant fear for our kids!
You see? That's why the police must follow up every lead.
Any man on the street could be the murderer.
Can you please tell me what time it is?
Yes, my child.
Now you must hurry home. Where do you live?
What's it to you where the kid lives?
What do you want with that kid?
Absolutely nothing!
What do you want with me?
I'll show you what I want!
Let me go! This is an outrage!
-What's going on?
-This is an outrage!
-What does Four-Eyes want?
-Don't get so excited.
-First chatting up children...
-Punch him in the face!
...then acting like a big shot!
Will you let me go! I didn't even speak to the child!
-Get her alone, eh?
-And kill her like the others, right?
-He's the murderer! -Hold him!
Call the police!
-Never around when you need 'em! -Officer!
Make way, gentlemen. Let us through.
Sure, you can catch pickpockets! Why don't you catch the murderer instead!
What?
Is he the murderer?
Break it up! Come on, move along!
-The murderer! -The monster!
Get him!
Tackle him!
MURDERER WRITES TO THE PRESS
This is a terrible scandal!
Imagine the effect such a note will have on the public, Commissioner!
This is simply irresponsible!
Mr Secretary, we cannot stop the murderer from writing to whomever he wishes!
This severely pathological man probably takes great pleasure in seeing his crimes covered in the press.
We immediately got in touch with the newspaper and had them send us the original letter.
The lab's working on it right now.
Of course, you can't get good fingerprints from a postcard that's passed through so many hands.
Nevertheless, we will leave no stone unturned.
We'll painstakingly compare the results against our archives in hopes of finding something that can be used to solve this case.
Then we'll send the letter to our graphologist.
"The aforementioned diamond-shaped and swelling sweeps, clearly seen in the word 'soon', third line from the bottom..."
-You got that?
-Yes.
"...attest to the strongly pathological sexuality of this sex offender."
Full stop.
The partially disrupted and uneven style of his other letters is, in its interpretation, a form of acting which may manifest externally as indolence or even lethargy.
The writing as a whole displays elusive yet unmistakable signs of madness.
Yes, of course, Commissioner.
I have no doubt you're doing your job, and your men as well.
But we need results!
Results!
Mr Secretary, my men haven't gotten 12 hours' sleep in an entire week!
My riot squads don't get a moment's peace.
They report for duty almost more fatigued than when they were dismissed.
because the painstaking nature of their work wears on the nerves, and 80%, if not 90%, of our leads are false.
The homicide squad doesn't even get time to change clothes.
They're constantly on call, always tense and alert.
ever ready to spring into action, to follow even the slightest lead, as it just might be the one that solves the case.
Mr Secretary, just consider the search of the crime scene.
To give you an example, in the bushes just behind a picket fence, a small, white, crumpled paper wrapping was found.
It apparently once contained inexpensive sweets.
In the outermost corner were found traces of fruit drops and particles of powdered sugar.
We've tried to trace the origin of this wrapper in every candy shop and grocery store within a radius of a mile and a half, but all to no avail.
With each passing day we expand the area searched.
But, of course, after such a long time, no one remembers anything that could serve as a lead.
Despite all these setbacks, we're forced to press on in our investigation, always in uncertainty and with little chance of success in bringing the case even one step closer to its conclusion.
What good is all this?
Commissioner, I'm aware you're not dawdling, but that doesn't change the fact that an unknown killer is terrorizing four and a half million people!
And the police are getting nowhere!
Mr Secretary, you don't seem to have a clear picture of the enormous obstacles confronting our forces.
Do you realize, for example, regarding the route the child took home, that there are fifteen conflicting eyewitness accounts alone?
Let me give you a random example:
"Testimony 1,478 in the Beckmann murder case..."
-You've got no clue. -More than you, mister!
Gentlemen!
You must at least know the color of the cap the little girl wore whom you say you saw with the stranger!
Of course, Inspector.
It was red!
-It was green!
-Red!
Stop! This is pointless!
-Thank you, gentlemen.
Next witness.
If you rely on a color-blind man for clues, don't be surprised if you get nowhere!
In their hunt for this unknown killer, the police have tracked down more than 1,500 detailed leads.
The files in this case fill 60 thick volumes.
We've dispatched all our forces to systematically comb the area adjoining the city.
Every piece of undergrowth is scoured, every thicket searched.
every bush examined, since any bush or hollow could harbor some object that could finally set us on the right track.
We called in police dogs.
We set the best trackers on the faintest of traces, but they lost the scent and failed to pick it up again despite all efforts.
Since the first murders, the police have searched homeless shelters night after night, subjecting everyone in them to thorough scrutiny.
This does not, of course, make the police very popular, nor does it reduce the general public's anxiety.
Railway stations are kept under surveillance around the clock.
Still, the investigation has not yet yielded the slightest results. nor have nightly raids in the criminal districts.
The cops!
Let me go, you dirty bastard!
Let me go, you son of a bitch!
Goddamn bastard!
Put me down!
Let me go!
Let her go, you filthy pig!
Quiet!
Quiet!
Police orders:
nobody is to leave this establishment.
Get your papers ready.
Please!
Well, if it isn't Tubby Lohmann!
Quiet!
That'll get you nowhere.
-Go after the murderer instead! -Right!
Quiet!
Be reasonable now!
Let's go! Come on, let's see those papers!
-I haven't got any. -Let's see your papers.
Please let me go, Inspector!
Have your papers ready!
-Haven't we met before? -Yeah. So?
Off to the precinct again!
Anyone without papers goes down to the precinct!
I tell you, I'm innocent, really!
Stop talking nonsense!
-Show your papers! -Where's the paddy wagon?
Don't push.
Everyone will get their turn.
Have your papers ready!
Your papers.
Inspector, I can't carry my birth certificate around with me everywhere!
-Quit your bellyaching, child.
The precinct for you!
You make me puke!
Shoddy work, my friend.
-Precinct. -See you, Willy. Ta-ta!
Lay off!
Next.
Stuck-up snob.
What's wrong?
-Papa Lohmann... -...nabbed him!
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We'd better take you down to the precinct too.
What do you mean?
My papers are in order.
Move on.
Move on!
Tough luck!
Next.
-Papers.
-Don't got none.
To the precinct.
Just my luck.
Next, come on.
You're ruining my business, Sarge.
These raids every night.
No one can get a moment's peace!
They're human beings too.
You think we stay up all night just for the hell of it?
No.
But you're drivin' away my clientele, and you won't find the guy you're lookin' for here anyway.
If you knew how steamed they are at the guy who's causing these raids.
Especially the girls.
Sure, they solicit. Business is business.
But believe me, in every one of them beats a mother's heart!
I know a lot of toughs who get all teary-eyed just seein' the little ones at play.
If they ever get their hands on that monster, they'll make toothpicks out of him!
Ready to leave, Sergeant.
So long.
They hit the Crocodile Club today.
Two paddy wagons.
What's keeping Safecracker?
Is it 3:00 yet?
I'll find out.
The exact time, please, miss.
2:58.
Thank you.
2:58.
The cops are crawling the streets like ants again.
Green coats wherever you spit.
They're on your back even if you're with a broad.
They've gone nuts, got this murderer on the brain.
My old lady has a little six-year-old girl, and every night I have to check under the bed to see if the murderer's hiding there.
You can't do business anymore for tripping over cops everywhere.
There's no privacy anymore.
I'm fed up with it.
What else is new?
-Where the heck is Safecracker?
-Think they might have nabbed him?
That guy? Come on. Scotland Yard laid a trap for him once on a bank job he pulled in London.
There he was, hands up, back to the wall cops all around him.
Seconds later there were three men dead on the ground, but he wasn't one of them!
No one better from Berlin to San Francisco.
They've been after him six years and they've yet to get him.
Not yet. But put enough dogs on the fox's tail...
Can it!
Damn it!
I can't take this!
He was always right on time before.
-Thank God!
-Finally.
Morning!
Are you nuts?
Close those blinds!
Gentlemen, I hereby open this meeting.
I declare all division leaders of this organization present.
I assume you're authorized to make binding decisions for your divisions.
We'll dispense with the preliminaries, as we all know why we're here.
An outsider is ruining our business and our reputation.
Measures taken by the police and the daily raids to catch this child murderer are hampering our activities to an almost unbearable degree.
We can no longer tolerate the fact that we're not safe now in any hotel, bar, café or even private home from the clutches of the police.
Very true.
This state of affairs must end.
Things must return to normal or we'll go under.
Our coffers will soon be depleted.
If we can't get funds to support the wives of those members who currently enjoy room and board at state expense,
I don't know where we'll find the money to carry out our plans.
Our reputation is suffering as well.
The police seek the murderer in our fold.
Gentlemen, when I run head-on into an officer from the squad, he knows the potential risks, and so do I.
If either dies in the line of duty, fine. Occupational hazard.
But we must draw a firm line between ourselves and this man they're looking for!
We conduct our business in order to survive, but this monster has no right to survive!
He must be killed, eliminated, exterminated!
Without mercy or compassion!
Gentlemen, our members must be able to go about their business again without frantic cops in their way at every turn.
I invite your views, gentlemen.
Step up ID checks, comb the entire city, and raids, relentless, ever tougher raids!
We need informers!
We must know the police's plans almost before they do themselves!
The girls gotta work the cops more!
How often has one of us been nabbed because his girl ratted on him to the cops? Now they can rat on the cops!
Every resident, every landlord, every property owner must be forced to consent to meticulous searches of his property for the slightest of clues.
What if we... We have our connections.
What if we put an article in the papers that our syndicates, I mean, our organization, doesn't wish to be lumped in together with this pig, and that the cops should look for this guy somewhere else.
He's not even a real crook!
This man may well be, when not engaged in the actual act of killing, a harmless, upstanding citizen who wouldn't hurt a fly.
In his right mind, perhaps he plays marbles with his landlady's kids or plays cards with friends.
Without what I'll call the innocuousness of these murderers' private lives, it's inconceivable that someone like Grossmann or Haarmann could have lived right next door to their neighbors for years without arousing the faintest trace of suspicion!
This is where we must focus the public's attention. The public must cooperate.
I'll tell you about public cooperation!
Just thinking of it makes me puke.
I beg your pardon, Commissioner.
But ain't it the truth?
What the devil has public cooperation gotten us so far?
Piles of letters full of the most outrageous slander!
Very true.
They alert homicide whenever a chimney sweep walks by.
But when you really want reliable information from them, then they suddenly haven't got a clue.
Why, they just can't seem to remember a thing. There's your public cooperation for you!
I believe you're exaggerating a bit, Lohmann.
It can't really be that bad, can it?
But it is, Commissioner!
Most of the public still takes the position, "How does this concern me?".
The idea that each individual is responsible for what happens to the poorest, most anonymous child on the street hasn't even dawned on the public at large!
I've got another idea. There was this magician.
Te... Tele... I can't remember what you call it.
Anyway, he could conjure up hidden pennies out of handkerchiefs.
The reward is still far too little money.
The man who leads us to the murderer should get a fortune.
None of this is anything new.
This is all leading nowhere.
So we just wait for the police to catch the guy instead?
The difficulties in solving crimes of this nature are, in my experience, often insurmountable, since perpetrator and victim are often brought together by mere chance.
The instincts of the moment drive the murderer's actions.
The victim is found and identified, his or her last known whereabouts are determined, and then... then comes the big question mark.
These children vanish without a trace.
And when they're found...
Well, we all know the state in which we've found them.
And the perpetrator...
It's a fact well-known to all of us that murderers like this rarely leave a clue behind.
That's what makes our work so hard, our successes so few.
The police have been after this murderer for eight months now.
-They'll only get him by accident now. -We can't wait for that.
No, we'll go broke by then.
What, then?
We have to catch him ourselves.
Yes, that's what we must do.
There is perhaps one other way.
I'm quite certain that information on the individual in question must already exist somewhere.
Being the severely pathological case that he is, he has no doubt already had some kind of contact with the authorities.
That's why all health care facilities, prisons, clinics and insane asylums must be encouraged to cooperate with us unequivocally.
We specifically need information on those released after being deemed harmless to society but who, due to their inclinations, could be the murderer.
We must cover the city with a net of informers. Every square mile must be under constant surveillance.
No child in this city must take a single step without us knowing it.
-Fine, but how? -And who?
It must be people who can go anywhere without causing a stir, follow anyone without attracting attention, follow any child to any house without arousing suspicion.
In short, people whom the killer would never suspect.
-But who?
-There are no such people!
-Who could do that?
-Who?
The beggars.
The organization of beggars!
Blood pudding's on the upswing.
God, this cheese stinks so good.
Take that, you sons of bitches!
Hey, stop snoring.
You'll wake up the lice.
Two, four, six...
SANDWICHES
All right. Now come the courtyards.
Yes, from number 1 to 88.
Next.
You're responsible for the courtyards on Hauptstrasse from 1 to 88.
Got it.
What's next?
Hauptstrasse, from number 89...to 196.
Hauptstrasse, number 89 to 196.
-Member number?
-3795. Emil Dustermann.
Well, Emil, maybe you'll win the 15,000.
Knock on wood.
My heartfelt thanks, ladies and gentlemen.
Thank you.
In searching homes, be on the lookout for any clue which could establish the origin of the murderer's letter to the Courier.
Be on the lookout as well for an old wooden table...
Idiot!
...or red pencil...
Come in.
... or writing paper of the type used by the killer.
Inspector, here are reports on mental patients who've been released as cured or deemed harmless over the last five years.
Reports from every private and public institute, as well as from municipal hospitals and asylums.
And here's a list of their present addresses.
Good day. Does a Mr Beckert live here?
-Pardon me?
-Does a Mr Beckert live here?
I'm afraid I don't understand. I'm a bit hard of hearing.
You don't say. Does a Mr Beckert live here?
Mr Beckert, yes, he does.
But he just stepped out.
I had hoped to speak with him.
I'm from the tax office.
The tax office. Oh, my Lord!
Perhaps you'd like to wait for him...
Yes, thank you.
-Please have a seat. -Thank you.
-Perhaps you'd like something to read.
-Thank you. Most kind.
Tell me, Mrs Winkler, does Mr Beckert subscribe to any newspapers?
Mr Beckert?
No, he always borrows mine.
I see. Thank you.
Mummy!
I wanted to meet you halfway!
Child, you mustn't do that.
You know why.
Good day. What would you like?
Coffee.
No, a vermouth.
No, a cognac.
Here you are.
Another.
The bill.
Two cognacs...
That's 1.65, please.
Thank you very much.
"Number 24:
Beckert.
Doesn't take the Courier.
Table: polished mahogany, with tablecloth.
No traces of red pencil. In fact, no writing materials of any kind.
Printed matter found in wastebasket:
cigar ad and a postcard with flowers and 'Regards, Paul' on it, but no address of sender.
An empty cigarette pack, Ariston brand, a bag of candy..."
Just a moment.
Ariston?
What was that?
I'd like the file on the Marga Perl murder case.
Thank you very much.
That's odd.
I've heard that before.
It was...
It was...
Hey, Heinrich!
What is it?
-What's wrong? -Listen. Someone's whistling.
Can't you hear it?
There.
Now he's stopped.
Did you see the guy who was whistling?
Yes, I can still see him.
Heinrich, he's talking to a little girl and walking her down the street.
-After him, quick, and don't lose him! -Why?
The day little Elsie Beckmann was killed, a man bought a balloon from me.
He was with a little girl and he whistled just like that!
Damn it, man!
Are you crazy, throwing orange peels on the ground?
A man could slip and break his neck!
Unbelievable!
I should report you to the police! Outrageous behavior!
Hey, mister.
Here it is.
"In a 150-foot radius of the crime scene, three cigarette butts of the Ariston brand were found." There you have it.
Yes, it may be the same brand of cigarettes, but there was no old wooden table.
Of course, he could have written that letter somewhere else.
Good God! The window ledge!
You're right.
Just a minute.
Red pencil.
My God, finally!
We're finally on his trail.
What?
They're on his trail?
-Did they find him?
-The beggars found him.
-His whistling gave him away.
-They put a mark on him.
Shut up!
What did you say?
They're following the mark. He isn't out of sight for a second.
His every move is being watched.
-Mister. -What is it?
-You got some white stuff on your coat.
-Where?
On your shoulder.
Here, I'll wipe it off.
-What's the matter?
-Come on. We're leaving.
He didn't come out this way. We would've seen him.
Out of the question!
-Well, he didn't turn back. -He has to be somewhere, damn it!
Maybe he's hiding inside the building.
Closing time!
We can't let him get away in the crowd!
If he slips through now...
They're starting to come out!
Out in the street, and keep your eyes peeled!
Turn off the light.
He'll get suspicious if he comes home and sees it on.
What time is it, anyway?
Almost 6:30.
He's gotta still be inside!
He definitely didn't come out with the office crowd.
No, just a moment.
The beggars have called for backup and surrounded the whole building.
They figure the guy's hiding in the building.
What sort of building is it?
What sort of building is it?
Nothing but offices.
I don't know what's in the basement.
There's a branch of the local savings bank on the ground floor, and the second to sixth floors are nothing but offices.
Above that is the attic space.
This is unbelievable.
Anyone still in there?
Anyone still in here?
What the devil!
Anybody still in here?
Damn carelessness!
All that trouble for one door.
Seems the guy's cornered now.
I think we should tip the cops off right away.
-I agree. -Let's not waste time!
Stay by the phone and call back in a few minutes.
What is it?
Are you crazy or something?
The police?
No!
We're gonna get this guy ourselves!
Listen, the time now is... 8:00.
All right. 9:00, 10:00... At 11:00!
Evening. Did you know your gate isn't closed?
What?
That's impossible!
Why I just... Wait, it is!
Open up, quick!
And not a sound!
Come on!
Move it!
Let's go!
Come on, move it!
How many other watchmen are in the building?
Don't want to answer?
Very well.
There are still two watchmen on their rounds.
Goddamn it!
Damn piece of crap!
Goddamned lock!
Damn it to hell!
Shit!
Careful where you shine those lights!
And don't stomp around like elephants!
He's not in the basement.
We went through it all and found nothing.
Two men are still going through the boiler room.
Hold it!
This is the last one.
Go up and join Emil. He needs help.
Safecracker sent me.
All right.
Listen carefully.
This is a new type of time clock.
Here's a general diagram.
If they're not set at exactly the right minute, an alarm automatically goes off at the nearest police station.
You got it?
-I'm not an idiot! -Well...
He's not in the boiler room or the coal room.
We turned over every piece of coal.
Hey! Are you nuts?
What if the doors are wired? You want the police here in five minutes?
We gotta get in if we're gonna search the whole place!
But not through the door, you idiot!
Go through the ceiling of the office above!
Nothing.
All right. Down we go.
Hey, what's up?
Hey! What is it?
Wait a minute! Answer me, damn it!
-What's going on?
-I heard some banging!
-Where are you off to?
-Why are you running?
Wait, damn it!
I've gotta see Safecracker!
He's in the attic, I tell you!
I heard him knocking!
Quiet!
Go on! He has to be in there!
Here's the light switch.
Force the locks.
Come on.
Hurry up!
Got him!
I found the guy! He's in the attic!
I heard someone banging, and I told Safecracker.
He's up there with eight men.
They'll get him any moment now.
Just came down to fill you in.
If I hadn't been alert, we could've looked for him for hours!
The watchman!
Three...one...four.
314.
-Everybody out! -What?
-The cops will be here in five minutes.
-Damn it!
Who called them?
-The watchman rang the alarm.
Hold it!
Quiet down!
Five more minutes, six more storage sheds.
Move it! Get going!
Not like that!
Out of the way!
-He's not in here. -Next door!
Come on!
Faster!
-He's not here either.
-Move on! Next door!
Quickly!
We've only got three minutes left!
No padlock on this one...
He must be here!
Open it!
-Something's jammed inside. -Let me do it!
Hurry!
Only one minute left!
There he is, the dog!
Come on!
Move it!
Everybody out!
Get out while you can, damn it!
Move it!
For Christ's sake, get going!
-What's keeping the others?
-They're coming!
If not, they might as well stay here, with or without the guy!
What in the hell is keeping them?
Finally! Thank God!
Quick now! Go!
Make it snappy!
He's not down here.
Hey! Who pulled up the rope?
Hey, who pulled up the rope?
Bunch of morons!
Hello there.
Hands up!
How can I put my hands up when I'm holding on to the rope?
Come out of there!
I'm really innocent this time like a newborn babe.
This may surprise you, Franz but I believe you.
Then everything's in order, and I can go now, right?
Just a moment.
Cigarette?
Uh-oh.
I'll take your word for it, Franz, provided you can tell me
who the man was that you were looking for and that you found in that building.
I don't understand, Inspector.
A man, you say?
I know nothing about that. There must be some mistake.
I know nothing. Nothing at all.
Of course.
There's just one thing I don't get:
why you're covering up for the gang who left you in the lurch.
Fine friends, running off when things heat up, leaving you right in the fire.
Phooey!
That ploy won't work with me, Inspector.
Listen...
What can happen to me anyway?
Maybe a little property damage, so what?
Nothing was pinched!
But something was pinched, my friend!
What?
Something got pinched?
How much?
Tell me what you know and I'll do the same.
I already told you. I know nothing.
Very well.
Give it some thought, Franz.
Leave a man alone for a couple hours and a lot comes back to him that he couldn't remember before.
Take him away.
Send the night watchman in.
Mr Damowatz.
Please sit down.
Now then, you said in your statement...
Listen carefully, in case you have to testify under oath later.
You clearly heard one of the burglars say to the guy guarding you,
"We got him. I found the guy. He's in the attic."
-Is that correct?
-Yes, Inspector.
Yes, I'll swear to that anytime.
Good.
Go home now and recover from your ordeal.
But please remain available for further questioning.
Of course, Inspector.
Good morning, Inspector.
Tell me, is Inspector Lohmann in the building?
He's talking to someone?
No, it doesn't matter.
I'll come over myself.
What?
I see.
Hasn't come home yet, eh?
Did you keep an eye on the old Winkler woman too?
Come in.
Come in!
Listen, the whole block is surrounded.
If he decides to go home, he has to run into us.
So just keep on waiting.
If anything happens, I'll be here at the precinct.
Damn it!
What do you want?
I wanted to ask a favor of you.
Dishwater again!
I wanted to ask you...
Read this first.
-A statement?
-Yeah.
An office building was broken into.
Bennostrasse?
That's a respectable part of town.
Perhaps not that respectable after all.
Hell, this is getting serious!
What the... Did they mean to empty the brothel?
What could they have been looking for in the coal?
Incredible!
Unbelievable!
I'll be damned!
This is madness!
So they were after the savings bank!
Good God! What could this mean?
I don't understand at all.
They didn't even touch it?
Must've been a bunch of real idiots!
I'll be damned!
Isn't that something?
Nothing stolen, but a man was carried off.
God knows where they took him.
That's just great.
And Franz isn't talking.
He's afraid, of course.
Guys like him would rather jump out the fifth-floor window than be mixed up in a murder rap.
What if we could get at him from that angle?
Lohmann, if you'd be willing to help me out...
Very clever. I see the wheels turning.
Let's send for this Franz.
You're wanted for questioning.
What?
They sent four guys for me?
-What's this about?
-Move it!
"Homicide squad.
Inspector Karl Lohmann."
What do you want with me?
What have I got to do with the homicide squad?
Yes, young man, your case has been turned over to me.
But why?
Why?
You boys did your work a little too well.
One of the watchmen...
Dead?
Accessory to murder.
Nasty business.
Inspector, I've had enough!
I want no part of this!
I'll tell you everything I know!
Very sensible, but, unfortunately, too late.
It can't be too late!
It can't be!
I'll tell you everything!
Even what we were looking for in that damn building.
Well...
The child murderer!
What?
Who?
The child murderer, Inspector.
Just a moment.
This had to happen to me!
Me, of all people.
Come sit down, my boy.
We're gonna level with each other, got it?
Certainly, Inspector.
And God help you if you pull something.
Now then, what have you boys got to do with the murderer and where was the guy taken?
Well, Inspector you know the old Kuntz Ley distillery?
The one that went belly-up in the Depression?
That's the one.
Since then, the building's stood empty, and no one gives a damn about it.
Get out here!
Let me go!
What have I done to you?
You swine!
Let go of me!
Bastards!
Swine! What do you want from me?
What do you want...
Help!
Help!
Let me out of here!
I want out!
Let me out of here!
You'll never get out of here.
Gentlemen, I beg of you! I don't even know what you want with me.
I beg you, let me go.
This whole thing must be a mistake!
A mis...
No. No mistake. Out of the question.
No.
No mistake.
You recognize this?
You bought a balloon just like this for little Elsie Beckmann.
Just like this one.
No!
Where did you bury little Marga Perl, you bastard?
But I never...
I never even met her!
You never even met her!
I suppose you never met her either?
Or her?
You never met her either?
-Stop him!
-Grab him!
-Stop him!
-Don't let him escape!
Watch out!
The door!
-Let me out!
-Punch him in the face!
Let go of me!
-You have no right to treat me this way!
-We'll show you we do!
You have no right to hold me here!
Right?
There's only one thing right for a man like you - death!
-Right!
Kill him! -Kill the rabid dog!
-Ice him! -Let him have it!
Quiet!
Kill him!
You spoke of right just now.
We will be your right.
Everyone sitting here is an expert in the rule of law!
From six weeks in Tegel prison to 15 years in Brandenburg.
They'll make sure you get your rights.
You'll even have defense counsel.
Everything according to the letter of the law.
Defense counsel?
I need no defense counsel! Who's gonna prosecute me?
You, perhaps?
Hey, you.
If I were you, I wouldn't make big speeches.
Your head's at stake here, in case you hadn't noticed.
And just who are you?
I have the dubious pleasure of serving as your defense.
Though I'm afraid it won't do you much good.
Do you all want to kill me?
You want to just wipe me out?
We simply want to put you out of commission.
And we'll only be sure of that when you're dead.
But you can't murder me just like that!
I demand to be handed over to the police!
I demand to be brought before a real court of law!
That's a good one!
-You'd like that, wouldn't you? -Look who's talking!
So you can plead insanity and spend the rest of your life being cared for by the state.
And then you break out of the asylum or receive a pardon, and you're happy as can be, free to kill with impunity, protected by law on grounds of insanity and you're back to chasing little children!
No, no more of that!
You must be taken out of action!
You must go!
But I can't help it!
I can't...
I really can't...help it!
We know that one!
Before the judge, we all "can't help it".
What would you know?
What are you talking about?
Who are you anyway?
Who are you?
All of you.
Criminals.
Probably proud of it, too.
Proud you can crack a safe or sneak into houses or cheat at cards.
All of which it seems to me you could just as easily give up if you had learned something useful, or if you had jobs or if you weren't such lazy pigs.
But me?
Can I do anything about it?
Don't I have this cursed thing inside me?
This fire, this voice, this agony?
So you mean to say you have to kill?
I have to roam the streets endlessly, always sensing that someone's following me.
It's me!
I'm shadowing myself!
Silently...but I still hear it!
Yes, sometimes I feel like I'm tracking myself down.
I want to run, run away from myself!
But I can't!
I can't escape from myself!
I must take the path that it's driving me down and run and run down endless streets!
I want off!
And with me run the ghosts of the mothers and children.
They never go away.
They're always there!
Always!
Always!
Except when I'm doing it.
When I...
Then I don't remember a thing.
Then I'm standing before a poster, reading what I've done.
I read and read...
I did that?
I don't remember a thing!
But who will believe me?
Who knows what it's like inside me?
How it screams and cries out inside me when I have to do it!
Don't want to!
Must!
Don't want to! Must!
And then a voice cries out, and I can't listen anymore!
Help!
I can't!
I can't!
The accused has stated that he can't help himself.
In other words, he must commit murder.
With that he has pronounced his own death sentence.
Right!
A man who claims that he's compelled to destroy the lives of others, such a man must be extinguished like a bonfire!
Such a man must be obliterated!
Wiped out!
May I address the court?
Counsel for the defense has the floor.
My learned colleague who just spoke, who is, if I'm not mistaken, wanted by the police on three counts of manslaughter...
That's irrelevant here.
...has claimed that the fact that my client was acting compulsively warrants the death sentence.
That's right!
He is mistaken, because the very nature of compulsion warrants an acquittal!
Get outta here, will you?
Are you nuts, or plastered?
It is precisely the nature of compulsion that relieves him of responsibility for his actions!
And a man cannot be punished for that for which he is not responsible!
-Ridiculous! -You mean this monster should go free?
That he should live?
I'm saying that this man is sick, and you turn a sick man over to a doctor, not an executioner.
-Will you guarantee his cure?
-What does the state build asylums for?
-What if he breaks out?
-Or he's declared cured and released?
And one fine day the killing starts all over?
Another month-long manhunt!
Once again the insanity clause, once again the asylum!
Another breakout or possible release!
And again "must kill"!
Is this supposed to go on indefinitely?
No one has the right to kill a man who cannot be held responsible for his crimes!
Not even the state, and all of you least of all!
The state must ensure that this man is rendered harmless so that he ceases to be a danger to society!
You never had kids, did you?
Then you never lost any either.
But if you wanna know what it's like when a little child is taken from you, just ask the parents whose kids he took away!
Ask them about the days and nights not knowing what had happened, and later, when they finally found out...
Why don't you ask the mothers?
You should ask the mothers!
Think you'd get mercy from any of them for murdering their kids?
-The woman's right!
No mercy for the killer!
-Let him have it!
-Slaughter the bastard!
-Kill the monster!
-Kill him!
-Put the animal to death!
-Kill him!
-Waste him!
-Get rid of him!
-Annihilate the monster!
I will not let you shout me down!
I will not allow a murder to be committed in my presence.
I demand that this human being...
That's not a human being!
...that this human being be afforded the same protection under the law rendered the common criminal!
I demand that he be handed over to the police!
The police!
Of all the dumb...
In the name of the law...
In the name of the people...
This will not bring our children back.
One has to keep closer watch over the children!
All of you!
This way?
Thank you.
- What can I do for you?
- I'd Iike to see Mr Hardy.
oliver NorviIIe Hardy.
Room 1 4. Next to the solarium.
Thank you, Doctor.
Did you wish to see someone?
- I want to see Mr Hardy.
- Oh, he's in room 1 4 on the top floor.
could you tell me where room 1 4 is, please?
Right down to the end of the hall.
Is that the room next to the aquarium?
Aquarium?
Oh, you mean the solarium!
Come in.
How do you feel?
Fine.
I didn't expect to see you here today.
well, I didn't have anything else to do, so I thought I'd drop in and see you.
Thank you!
You're welcome.
What have you got there?
I brought you some hard-boiIed eggs and some nuts.
Now, you know I can't eat hard-boiIed eggs and nuts.
If you wanted to bring something, why not bring a box of candy?
They cost too much.
What has that got to do with it?
You didn't pay me for the Iast box I brought you.
- Have one? - No.
I'd rather not.
Hard-boiIed eggs and nuts!
Don't put your hand in there, I have to drink that water!
Ah!
Good morning, good morning, good morning!
And how is my little patient today?
Just fine, thank you, Doctor.
This is my friend Mr laurel.
I hope I find you well.
Thank you, ma'am.
See...
Miss Smith, give this to the patient in room 22.
Yes, ma'am.
How long do you think I'II be in here?
(Doctor) Oh, at Ieast a couple of months.
(OIIie) Gee, that's great. This is the first time I've had such a wonderful rest.
Put that down!
Oh! Oh! Get me...
Get me down! Oh! Oh!
help! Get me down! Oh!
Oh, my leg! Aah! Oh!
Oh, my leg!
Oh!
Oh, my...
Oh, my leg! Get me down!
Hey!
Hey, do something to help me!
- (yells)
- Aah! Get me down!
Oh, my leg!
Oh!
(OIIie, yelling) Don't let go! Look out, hold it!
Oh-ho!
Get me...!
Oh!
Hey, do something to help!
(OIIie) Don't let go!
Don't let go!
Put that there.
Look what you've done!
Why, Doctor!
You may go.
Get out of here!
Most embarrassing!
As for you, get your clothes on and get out of here at once! Do you understand?
You had nothing else to do, so you thought you'd come around and see me.
Here I was for the first time in my Iife, having a nice, peaceful time,
and you had to come and spoil it.
Get my clothes.
Hard-boiIed eggs and nuts!
You know you can't get them over that foot!
Get the scissors and cut the leg off.
The leg of the pants!
Get me the scissors.
Hind to front.
congratulate me, Hardy, old thing.
The doctor says I may go home.
That's great.
I'm going home too.
How perfectly ripping!
Oh-ho-ho!
Give me those scissors!
I'm all a-fIutter.
- Hardy, old bean, what do you think?
- What?
I have on your trousers by mistake.
Oh, I say!
Excuse me.
Miss wallace, will you refill this, please?
The visitor in room 1 4 sat on it.
He'II sleep for a month.
Wait a minute.
I'II drive.
Wait a minute.
I'II stay right here.
well, well?
Come on, Iet's get going.
Just there...!
Oh!
Why don't you watch that...!
Mind that one.
Keep on that side.
Look thataway!
Brake!
Turn around there.
- (Horn blaring) - Look where you're going!
Aaah!
No!
Hey!
Get that car out of here!
Get that thing out of here and pull over there.
I wanna talk to you!
pull over there!
We didn't lie to you, folks.
We told you we had living, breathing monstrosities.
You laughed at them, shuddered at them... and yet, but for the accident of birth... you might be even as they are.
They did not ask to be brought into the world... but into the world they came.
Their code is a law unto themselves.
Offend one... and you offend them all.
And now, folks, if you'll just step this way... you are about to witness the most amazing... the most astounding living monstrosity... of all time.
Friends... she was once a beautiful woman.
A royal prince shot himself for love of her.
She was known as the peacock of the air.
She's the most beautiful big woman I have ever seen.
Why, Hans, how you talk.
I should be jealous pretty soon.
- Don't be silly. - Don't be silly?
I've seen these women making eyes at my Hans.
Of course, I ain't jealous.
Frieda, my dear...
I have eyes for only one woman... the woman I asked to be my wife.
Fräulein Frieda?
Are you laughing at me?
- Why, no, monsieur. - Thanks.
I'm glad.
- Why should I laugh at you?
- Most big people do.
They don't realize I'm a man with the same feelings they have.
Thank you.
You are so kind, monsieur.
- Nice. - Don't.
You must come to see me sometime, and we'll have a little wine together.
Thank you, Fräulein Cleo.
You're getting old, Jean.
Probably, last night you had too heavy a dinner, and now your imagination is...
But, Monsieur Duval, at first I could not believe my own eyes.
A lot of horrible, twisted things, you know, crawling, whining, laughing...
Be done, Jean.
What were you drinking last night?
Nothing, monsieur, I assure you.
Monsieur, there must be a law in France to smother such things at birth...
- or lock them up. - All right, Jean.
If there's anything like you say on my grounds, we'll have it removed.
- Come on, let's go. - All of you!
Tout de suite!
Go away, all of you!
Don't you know trespassing is the same as stealing?
I'm sorry, monsieur.
I am Madame Tetrallini.
These children are in my circus.
Children?
They're monsters.
Your circus. I understand.
So you see, monsieur, when I get a chance...
I like to take them into the sunshine... and let them play like... children.
That is what most of them are.
Children.
Please forget what was said, madame.
You are welcome to remain.
Au revoir.
Come, Jean.
Thanks a thousand, monsieur.
A thousand thanks, monsieur.
Shame!
How many times have I told you not to be frightened?
Have I not told you...
God looks after all his children?
- Good evening, Madame Tetrallini. - How are you, Madame Tetrallini?
Big crowd tonight.
There she goes, taking them out to exercise.
Nurse to a lot of mangy freaks.
"Just as they are represented on the banners...
"you will see them on the inside.
"Living, breathing monstrosities.
"Josephine Joseph, half-woman, half-man."
Have a cigar, Joseph.
You dropped your lipstick, Josephine.
Don't get her sore, or he'll bust you in the nose.
Come on.
Hurry up.
That's a boy.
You're all wrong.
I didn't do it.
What are you trying to do, be funny?
You just don't understand.
A Roman lady...
Getting off the bull and scratching yourself.
Can't a Roman lady itch?
- Why don't you take a bath?
- I did, but it's the bull that needs the bath.
I think she likes you... but he don't.
Those flowers you sent to me, they were beautiful.
But not much beautiful as you.
Thank you.
And Hans, I don't like to ask... but may I have the loan of another 1,000 francs... until my money from Paris arrives?
- With pleasure, Fräulein. - Thank you.
I'll bring it to your wagon tonight.
Forget it.
- Maybe I was just fooling. - Fooling?
"Come, little girl, I want to take care of you."
And I fell for that.
Forget it.
So, you're quitting.
Is that it?
Maybe I'm only fooling.
You are not quitting me!
Because I'm kicking you out!
No, you don't.
I gave you this.
Why, you cheap...
Don't you come around crying tonight, trying to get back in.
I'm through wasting my time and money... on things like you.
Yes. Your time, but my money.
Ungrateful little tramp.
That is fine.
What are you staring at?
Didn't you ever see a lady move before?
I guess you've been listening to every word he said.
That's it.
Go ahead and laugh.
It's funny, ain't it?
Yeah. Women are funny, ain't they?
They're all tramps, ain't they?
Yeah.
Except when you can get money from them.
I'll be...
Who do you think you are, shooting off your head?
This is Phroso you're talking to.
Not any of those thugs you've been chasing around with.
- Now, you listen to me. - I didn't mean you.
- I had to take it out on somebody. - Yeah, you dames are all alike.
You're sharpshooting, you're cheap... and how you squeal when you get what's coming to you.
Easy, kid.
Cut it!
It's my own fault.
What gets me so cockeyed sore at myself... is that I fell for that big hunk of beef.
So you finally got wise to yourself, did you?
The funny thing about you women is most of you don't get wise soon enough.
You wait until you're so old, nobody wants you.
Nobody does, most of the time.
You ought to be tickled to death you're washed-up with him.
You're not so hard to look at.
Give yourself a tumble. You'll make the grade.
- Your breaks is coming. - Coming?
Gone, you mean.
Now you'll sit there feeling sorry for yourself.
No, I ain't.
Don't you ever accuse me of that.
All right.
But one thing, don't go out filling your hide with booze, celebrating... 'cause fun what's got that way never done no one no good.
Get me?
I got you.
You're a pretty good kid.
You're darn right I am.
You should have caught me before my operation.
- Hello, Phroso. - Well, well, well.
- Tomorrow night's the big night, Daisy?
- Yes, the sister's getting married.
- And I'm thrilled to death. - She thrills at anything.
- Roscoe's a good kid. - She's only joking.
She'll like him lots after she knows him better.
That reminds me.
Close your eyes, Violet.
Go ahead, close them.
- What did I do?
- Pinched Daisy's arm.
What do you know about that?
Her master's voice is calling.
Getting fresh?
I don't like it one...
Come on, you'll have to hurry.
We haven't much time.
So you were flirting with that cheap clown, were you?
- No, I wasn't. - He was doing a trick with me.
You shut up.
I'm marrying your sister, not you.
- I saw him getting familiar with you. - Come on, Daisy.
No, you don't.
She's going to stay right here.
No, she isn't.
I got to go.
You're always using that for an...
For an alibi.
Where are you going?
You don't look at others so much, do you?
Yes, I have seen you.
So that's how it is.
You got to be caught.
Well?
Come on in.
Help yourself to a drink.
That is fine.
Feel like eating something?
Always.
Prosit.
How many?
I'm not very hungry.
About six.
How do you like them?
Not bad.
But you are strong.
You are squeezing me to death.
And you'll like it.
You are taking my breath away.
You...
Now, here's something for your eye.
But, Hans, my Liebchen, you have not been listening... to a word I have been saying.
- Hans. - Yes, Frieda?
- You have not been listening to me. - Yes, I have, Frieda. I have.
Then what was I saying?
You were saying...
What were you saying?
I was saying, tonight you must not smoke such a big cigar.
Your voice was very bad at tonight's show.
Please, Frieda, don't tell me what I do.
When I want a cigar, I smoke a cigar.
I want no orders from a woman.
This is the first time since we have been engaged... you have spoken to me so.
Why is it?
Friedchen, I'm sorry.
I...
- Here's our coffee. - There it is.
- Five lumps of sugar in each. - What?
Five lumps?
The little ape sent to Paris for this?
Yes, Paris.
We're doing very well.
But I don't like fruit.
You should eat a lot.
It's good for you.
Next time, I tell him I like champagne.
- Who is it?
- It's Hans.
- Who?
- It's Hans.
My darling, your basket of fruit was lovely.
But I am... taking a bath now.
- Can't you come back later?
- Yes, Fräulein.
Thank you, dear.
You'll spoil everything if he hears you.
What's the matter?
You ain't singing as usual.
This morning I have such a big washing to do.
How's Hans?
I said, how's Hans?
Hans is fine.
Danke, he's fine.
Frieda, something's wrong.
What is it?
Nothing.
Only...
That Cleopatra woman...
My Hans...
- I cannot tell it. - She's still after Hans, ain't she?
Yeah.
Always she's smiling by him.
Well, if she smiles by somebody I know... she'll have to buy herself a new set of teeth.
Why is it we women always has got to worry?
It's always been that way.
I guess it always will be.
Yeah.
And, by me, she has no shame.
Always, when I can hear it, she says to him:
"Many thanks, my darling, for the flowers.
"Thanks, my darling," for this... and "Thanks, my darling," for that.
Always something he has given her.
Don't you worry, Frieda.
He doesn't love her.
That big horse.
Yes, but she keeps after him.
That's why I worry.
Why not pink tights?
You know.
With spangles all around.
It will show her figure off more.
Nein.
No tights.
Without tights.
You know, that soft, flimsy, what-you-call-it stuff.
Where the figure shows through.
Why not like Lady Godiva?
Ja, that's it.
And I'll hire her to ride the back of my bull.
Dummkopf!
What have you on your shoulder for heads?
Swiss cheese?
- What's the matter, Cleo?
- I think I strained my shoulder last night.
Give a rub, will you?
Farther.
Down.
Over.
It's so good to be rubbed.
- Our cards, lady. - What for?
A couple of rubbers from Berlin.
That reminds me. I had a swell dream about you last night.
- You did? - Yeah.
You were standing in a bathing suit on a rock.
You know, like a statue.
The wind was blowing through your hair, the waves were washing around you.
And your figure.
How it stood out.
It looked great.
Say, you have got a good figure.
Do you think so?
- Sure. - Phroso.
Did you try that gag I told you about?
Yeah, I did, and it was a wow.
Get up here, Johnny.
I'll show it to you.
I did what you told me, and it laid them right in the sawdust.
Watch this, Venus.
- Hello, Venus. - Hello, Johnny.
Phroso, what else did you dream?
Then the dream changed.
We was in Paris.
- Paris?
- Yeah, at the opera, right in the front box.
- We were all dressed up. - What did I have on?
And did I look swell.
Everybody was pointing at me.
They were saying, "That's Phroso, the clown."
And was I embarrassed.
- Did they say anything about me?
- Sure.
- What did they say?
- Hit me.
Go ahead.
Hit me.
On the head.
Hit me.
That's how it is.
You don't think it's funny.
It's sad, is it?
It will just panic them, that's how sad it is.
No.
When?
Come on!
Come on, Venus.
The bearded lady's baby's born!
- Ain't it cute?
What is it?
- A girl.
Oh, boy, that's great.
And it's going to have a beard.
- How's the proud father?
- Fine.
- What was it?
- A girl.
Better luck next time. You may get a couple of Smith Brothers.
I'm trying.
Please, Violet, don't quarrel with him anymore.
If he's going to say anything, let him say it.
Don't let him "p-p-p" for an hour.
You're going to do as I say.
I'm the boss of my home.
- Half of it, you mean. - Please, Violet.
Listen here.
I don't want those tramps you go with... hanging around my wife.
Be quiet.
Hook up our dress.
If it isn't your dress I'm hooking up, it's something else.
And another thing.
You got to cut out getting drunk every night, too.
- Is that so?
- Yeah.
I'm not going to have my wife laying in bed half the day with your hangover.
Daisy, let's get out of here.
No, she don't.
She's going to stay right here.
Come on.
I got to go.
You're always using that for an...
For an alibi.
Cleopatra ain't one of us.
Why, we're just filthy things to her.
She'd spit on Hans if he wasn't giving her presents.
Let her try it.
Let her try doing anything to one of us.
You're right.
She don't know us, but she'll find out.
There you are.
I peeked out of the corner of my eye... and caught Madame Tetrallini giving us the once-over.
I guess she knows she's got a good act. One of the best in the business.
It isn't only our act that gets them.
We've got personality.
We know how to sell the stuff.
Same way in the last town.
Never heard such applause in your life.
Let me tell you something that everybody around here don't know.
We're only killing time with this circus.
We've got bigger time to follow, and we can do it, too.
Catch our act tomorrow night.
We got something new.
Yeah?
Can you do anything with your eyebrow?
Schlitze, what a pretty dress.
How beautiful you look tonight.
You're just a man's woman.
You know what I mean?
You.
If you're a good girl, when I get to Paris I'll buy you a big hat... with a long, beautiful feather on it.
- Hello, Elvira. - Hi.
Hello, Jennie Lee.
Look.
Hasn't Schlitze got a beautiful dress?
Isn't that pretty?
When I get to Paris, I'm going to buy her a big hat with a long feather on it.
And if you're good girls, I'll buy you a hat with a bigger feather on it.
Why, Schlitze, what's the matter?
I'm sorry, Schlitze.
Did you see him?
He was out there again tonight.
He followed you from the last town.
I know it, and if Eddie sees it, there'll be a fight.
- It ain't your fault. - There you are, Frances.
- Thought you'd gone to bed. - Hello, Rollo.
Hear that crowd out there again tonight?
I bet you thought the tent was on fire.
Well, it wasn't.
Just the Rollo Brothers panicking them again.
But then, we do it in every town.
We're so used to it, it's getting monotonous.
You want to take a look at our act tomorrow night.
Careful.
Don't waste any of it.
- Look how it sparkles. - Like your eyes.
Dancing, gay, like bubbles.
It's delicious.
Nice.
It comes by the finest vineyards of France.
And you sent for it especially for me?
For the most beautiful woman in all the world.
Darling.
Hello there, baby.
Where have you been so long?
You're a funny guy, Phroso.
- Sometimes, you panic me. - Don't I know it?
I panic the world because I use my noodle.
I think up funny gags.
I make the world laugh.
With me, clowning is an art.
Why the hat?
The head cold?
- Thought you and me had a date to go out. - I forgot all about it.
Well, I'm into this now.
I've got to go through with it.
Make it snappy, will you?
I'm all dolled up for the occasion.
Sorry, kid.
Can't do it now.
We'll make it some other time.
Don't feel that way about it.
I just got this idea all of a sudden.
I've got to finish it.
- Funny gag, isn't it?
- Yeah, I'm laughing myself sick.
Come on.
Honey, come on.
Now, now.
That's much better.
That's the first time you've ever done that.
- Ain't the first time I felt like doing it. - Yeah?
I don't mind telling you I've wanted to do this for a long time.
- We're all set now, Venus?
- Yeah.
- All set now. - Yeah.
Please do.
Don't you want to make me happy?
- Yes, but I don't know what to say. - Just say yes, dear.
Will you?
- Yes. - Violet.
What are your kicking about?
You've got a good wife.
You're happy.
It's that sister-in-law of mine.
She wants to sit up half the night, reading.
- That's tough. - Tough?
You...
- Good night, darling. - Good night, Fräulein.
Cleo's gone on a diet.
- It's awfully sweet of you to say that. - And I know Violet will be happy.
Here's Roscoe.
- Hello. - Roscoe, this is Mr. Rogers.
Glad to meet you.
- Violet and he are engaged to be married. - Yeah?
Yes, and you must come to see us sometime.
Thanks.
You must come to visit...
Come to see us sometime, too.
I certainly will.
Thanks.
Who is it?
It's Frieda, Hans.
May I come in?
Yes, Frieda.
Now that I'm here, I don't know how to say it... how to make you understand.
If you knew how I feel, Hans... to come to you about her.
Frieda, I'm so sorry.
I don't want to hurt you, but ich kann es nicht helfen.
If you could be happy, Hans...
I would not care.
But I am happy, Frieda. Never in my life was I so happy.
No, Hans.
You think it only.
For you, she cannot bring happiness.
Frieda, you don't know.
But I do, Hans.
You think because she's so beautiful and I'm just...
Don't, Hans.
Please.
To me, you're a man.
But to her, you're only something to laugh at.
The whole circus.
They make fun by you and her.
Let them laugh.
The swine.
I love her.
They can't hurt me.
But they hurt me.
Frieda, I have been a coward.
I should have come to you in the beginning.
Please forgive me.
Yes, Hans, I forgive you.
It is only that you should be happy I want.
You won't worry now, will you?
No, I won't worry.
Nice.
Very nice.
It's platinum.
Say, where do you think that little polliwog is getting his money?
Listen at him. Getting so particular.
What do you care where the money comes from?
How much it's worth?
We got $500 for the bracelet, but this looks like thousands.
I think next time I'll take a fur coat.
Say, that little ape's got ideas about you.
- Jealous?
- Me?
I'd squish him like a bug.
That's his knock.
I'll get rid of him.
Go quickly.
Come in.
What do you want?
It's about Hans.
Well? I'm listening.
It's behind his back.
Everybody's laughing because he's in love with you.
Go on.
I know you just make fun... but Hans, he does not know this.
If he finds out... never again will he be happy.
What makes you think that I am just making fun?
You're big.
So beautiful...
And Hans is so little... so cute.
Well, maybe I'm going to marry him.
If you marry, it will be at you they laugh and stare.
That's good.
Nothing like being different.
Cleopatra... queen of the air, married to a dwarp.
- A dwarf. - A dwarp!
Then it's not for Hans you care.
- It's the money. - Money?
You little mind reader.
He has told you of the fortune he has inherited.
Always he swear to me... to tell no one until after we leave the circus.
A fortune?
And fancy you knowing about it, too.
Well, I can't be angry at him for that.
No.
You cannot do this.
You wait and see.
Please.
You can't.
A fortune.
I bet the little ape's worth billions!
A fortune.
Can you beat that?
A fortune.
And I have him like that.
Shrewd little Hans.
He knew enough to keep his mouth shut.
I could marry him.
Yes, he would marry me.
Midgets are not strong.
He could get sick.
How?
It could be done.
Done.
I know it.
Come on, my little precious. Come on, let's drink.
Big, happy drink.
Come on.
Quiet! Please be quiet.
Hey, Koo Koo, give somebody else a chance.
All right!
All right, professor.
A waltz, please.
Show him up, volcano.
Burn him up.
Our wedding night.
What a thrill.
Never before did I think I should be so lucky.
Lucky?
I am the lucky one.
My little Hans.
My Cleo's happy.
- Happy. - Happy?
I am so happy.
I even could kiss you, you big, homely brute.
My little green-eyed monster.
My husband is jealous.
He loves me.
Come, my little lover.
Drink to the happiness of your loving wife.
Attention!
We'll make her one of us.
A loving cup.
We accept her, one of us
We accept her
One of us
They're going to make you one of them.
My, big luck.
We accept her!
One of us!
They're going to make you one of them, my dear.
You dirty... slimy freaks!
Get out of here!
You!
Out!
Get out!
You heard her!
Get out!
You filth!
Make me one of you, will you?
Well, what are you going to do?
What are you, a man or a baby?
Please.
You make me ashamed.
Ashamed.
You?
Holy jumping Christmas!
What must I do?
Must I play games with you?
Must mama take you horsy-back ride?
That's it.
Horsy-back ride.
Come, my little flyspeck.
Mama is going to take you horsy-back ride.
- Come on. - Giddyap.
Forget it, Hans.
She is sorry.
I'm sorry.
Didn't I told you she was drunk?
Didn't I told you we was only having a little fun?
Please.
I understand.
- Everything. - No, you don't.
I tell you, there's nothing between me and Cleo.
Be quiet.
Haven't you done enough damage for one night?
Don't you realize what I'm being accused of?
I ain't going to be blamed for something I have not done.
I don't blame you, Cleo.
I don't blame Hercules.
Only me.
Myself.
Now you're talking.
- Talking like a man. - You fool.
Always I should have known... you would only laugh at me.
My sweet, I'd rather fall from the trapeze and break my neck... than hurt your feelings.
Do you understand now?
It was only joke.
Our wedding... a joke?
Now I know how funny it is.
Hans the midget.
Hans... the fool!
Tell the divorce court.
They'll laugh.
Everywhere, they're laughing.
- You give him too much. - No, I haven't.
I know what I am doing.
Come on, pick him up.
Doctor, what is it?
What caused it?
Poison.
A very bad case of ptomaine poisoning.
Doctor, did I do wrong, then?
Giving him mustard water?
No.
Probably saved his life.
Never before did he drink like that... but she kept making him, and making him.
Drink?
You better get Cleo to tell the doctor what she put in that wine last night.
- What you're talking about?
- The stuff she put in the wine.
You're crazy.
You can't get away with it.
I'll tell the coppers.
So, tell on your own people?
My people are decent circus folks.
Not dirty rats what would kill a freak to get his money.
You dirty little...
Your imagination's getting the best of you.
Yeah, maybe it is.
But coppers don't have imaginations, so I've been told.
Don't make me have to go to them.
- Cleo. - Yes?
It has been a week tonight... since we have been married.
A week, since I have said...
- all those things to you. - Don't!
Never can I forgive myself for what I've said.
I've forgotten it.
Nothing matters except for you to be well.
So good you are by me, Cleo.
I must fix your medicine, or I'll be late.
I'll be soon back, my little.
Don't be lonely.
I'll never forget what you are doing for me, Cleo.
But it's what I want to do, my darling.
Now I must hurry.
- Cleo. - Yes?
Will you leave the door open, please?
Yes, my darling.
- Tonight. - They will be ready.
All right.
You come to my wagon.
"I must hurry now and fix your medicine, my darling...
"or I will be late."
"Dirty...
"slimy freaks."
- He's waiting. - Fine.
Soon we go.
- You're imagining things. - No.
Then I hear Hercules tell Cleo:
"Venus knows too much."
- Hercules?
Venus?
- Yes.
Thanks, Frieda.
My little, you must go to sleep.
Your friends better go now.
- I like them here. - No, Hans.
They can come back tomorrow.
I will give you your medicine and get you off to sleep.
Go on, all of you.
Quick.
- What's this?
- Give me that little black bottle.
Bottle.
You got this bottle of poison... to kill.
Phroso!
Get out, Venus!
Do I have to bust you in the jaw to make you get out?
Get out, Venus!
Help me!
Mrs. T!
Help!
Please, help!
How she got that way will never be known.
Some say a jealous lover.
Others... that it was the code of the freaks.
Others, the storm.
Believe it or not, there she is.
But, sir, they insist on seeing you.
In all these years, I've seen no one.
Have I not told you that?
- Send them away. - Very good, sir.
- I can't see no one. - Excuse me, sir.
You can't come in.
- No, sir.
I have my orders. - Who's going to stop me?
I'm in, ain't I?
Yes, you can, Hansie, old boy.
There's someone you've just got to see.
Why did you come here?
Please, Hans.
Don't be angry.
Venus and Phroso have been so kind by me.
Please go away.
I can see no one.
But, Hans, you tried to stop them.
It was only the poison you wanted.
It wasn't your fault.
Don't cry, Hans.
Come to me, my Liebchen.
Don't cry.
Don't, Hans.
Don't cry.
I love you.
Hey, pipe down, you mugs.
Sorry to break up the game, boys... but the old man's having bunk inspection in an hour.
Give me my bones!
This man's army ain't been nothing but just one inspection after another.
If ever I get back to Texas on that range again... the first man who says "inspection" to me... he's going to be S.O.L., because he'll hear from my six-shooter.
And I mean sure enough, too.
There'll be no inspection where I'm going.
Where's that?
Why, back into vaudeville with my old lion-taming act!
I wonder if Oscar and Minnie will know me when I step back into the cage.
You better hope they do.
I know what I'm gonna do. Get me some kind of construction job.
I didn't know that was your line, Sergeant.
It wasn't, but it's going to be.
Being in the Engineering Corps has been swell experience... and I'm making the most of it.
Well, we'll be reading about you in the newspapers, I'll bet.
"Mr. James Allen is building a new Panama Canal." Or something.
You can bet your tin hat Mr. James Allen won't be back in the old grind of a factory.
Do you think he'll be wearing his medal?
Why, of course he will.
-Mom ! -Jim !
It's good to have you back.
You're a little thinner, Jim.
Your cooking will fix that up.
Clint! Well, you haven't changed a bit.
But, Alice, I wouldn't have known you.
She's grown up, hasn't she?
She certainly has.
And you look different, too.
I think it's the uniform I miss.
It made you look taller and more distinguished.
I got a regular welcome-home party here, haven't I?
Mr. Parker, it's nice of you to be here.
You have a lot to thank Mr. Parker for.
That's nothing.
He feels after all you've been through, we owe you something.
Mr. Parker is going to take you back into the factory.
I've saved your old job for you.
You've done your bit and your boss isn't going to forget you.
Well, I have--
I'm so glad to have you back.
I guess we'd better go home, don't you think?
All right, I'll take this.
I'll see you later, Jim. Goodbye.
The old place hasn't changed a bit.
Well, let's sit down and have a talk.
Tell us all about the war.
I won't live that long.
What did you think of Mr. Parker being at the station?
Say, Clint. Speaking of Mr. Parker, will you do something for me?
Sure. What is it?
Well, will you talk to him for me and tell him I'm not going to take that job?
And why should I tell him that?
It's kind of hard to explain.
But you see, the Army changes a fellow.
It kind of makes you think different.
I don't want to spend the rest of my life... answering a factory whistle, instead of a bugle call... or be cooped up in a shipping room all day.
I want to do something worthwhile.
Jim, how can you talk like that?
He's tired, Mother. Excited.
You don't know what you are saying.
But tomorrow morning, after a good night's sleep... you'll be ready to take up where you left off at the factory.
A soldier of peace instead of a soldier of war.
I don't want to be a soldier of anything.
You see, Mom...
I want to get out.
Away from routine. I've had enough of that in the Army.
You found another job?
Not exactly, Mom... but you see, I've been doing engineering work in the Army... and that's the kind of work I want to do now.
A man's job.
Where you can accomplish things.
Where you can build, construct, create. Do things!
That sounds very nice.
But after all... a job in the hand is worth two in the bush.
I don't want to tell you what to do, Jim... but when you were in the war... every time I passed the factory...
I was wishing for the day my boy would be working there again.
We've moved things around quite a bit.
This is a lot nicer than the old shipping room, isn't it?
You'll sit by this window and check the shipments.
The job's just about the same.
Before you know it, you'll be doing it again with your eyes shut.
They're excavating. I shouldn't think that would scare you.
I was looking for the nearest dugout.
You'll hear lots of those explosions.
They're building a new bridge over there.
Better get busy and file those bills of lading.
Yes, sir.
It might do some good if you had another talk with Jim.
I certainly intend to.
Parker's given him a job anyone in town would grab, and what does he do?
Checks in day after day late from lunch.
Loitering around that new bridge for no reason at all.
He'll come out of it... but it worries me, too.
Is that you, Jim?
It's me, Mom.
Maybe you could speak to him now.
-Hello, Clint. -You're quite a stranger here.
-Had your supper?
-No, I'm not hungry.
-But you should have a bite of something. -I can't, Mom. I don't feel like it.
Well, anyway, sit down. I want to talk to you.
Jim, Mr. Parker's very disappointed in you.
You haven't shown him anything.
You know your duty is to your job.
I know it, but I just can't help it.
Maybe you're not well, dear.
It isn't that, Mom. I'm all right.
I try my best when I get there, but I just can't concentrate.
It's not the kind of work I want to do.
I said so when I came home. It's too monotonous.
But you don't seem to realize--
That's it, realize. No one seems to realize that I have changed. I'm different now.
I've been through hell.
Folks here are concerned with my uniform, how I dance.
I'm out of step with everybody.
All this while I was hoping to come home and start a new life, to be free... and again I find myself under orders.
A drab routine, cramped, mechanical. Even worse than the Army.
And you, all of you trying your darnedest to map out my future... to harness me and lead me around to do what you think is best for me.
It doesn't occur to you that I've grown... that I've learned life is more important than a medal on my chest... or a stupid, insignificant job.
-Appreciation. Why, you've-- -Clint.
What would you do, son?
Where would you go?
Somewhere. Anywhere, Mom, just where I can do what I want to.
If that's really in your heart...
I think you certainly should follow it.
I knew you'd understand.
Before we know it, he'll be leaving us again.
That doesn't matter.
He's got to be happy. He's got to find himself.
You're a peach, Mom.
I know where there's a lot of construction going on. Up in New England.
Hey, Allen! Allen!
Calling me?
Yeah, knock off a minute. I want to see you.
-Well?
-Bad news for you.
We're cutting down and the new men will have to go. Sorry.
All right.
-You the boss here?
-Yep.
Think you could use a good man?
Last week I could have used you, but I'm full up now.
-You're new here, ain't you, buddy?
-Yeah.
Just filling in for a couple of days.
Believe me, I'm glad to be working.
It's my first job in four months.
What can I do for you?
How much can you give me for this Belgian Croix de Guerre?
Come here, mister.
Look.
How about some poker to see who bums the handout?
No, I'm afraid not.
I'm new in this town and not on to the ropes.
-Been on the road?
-Yeah.
I took to walking the ties when my Rolls-Royce broke down.
-What's your name?
-James Allen.
James Allen? That'll do, I guess. Mine's Pete.
-Glad to know you, Pete. -Glad to know you, Allen.
I'm hungry. What would you say to a hamburger?
What would I say to a hamburger?
I'd shake Mr. Hamburger by the hand and say:
"Pal, I haven't seen you in a long, long time."
I think I can mooch a couple in the lunch wagon down the street.
The guy who runs it is a pretty soft egg.
What do you say?
Boy, I hope you ain't fooling.
How about giving me and my friend a handout?
I was hoping you'd left town.
No, I've incorporated. Meet my partner.
Say, I've been laying off you for a couple of days. Come on, be a sport.
All right. You guys sit over there.
What do I owe you?
Fifteen cents.
Business is pretty good?
Yeah, pretty good.
How good?
Hey, what is this?
Put your hands on that counter and lean over like we're talking.
Get that dough out of the register.
-Listen-- -Go on, do as I say.
Go on.
How much is it?
Around $5.
There ought to be more. Where is it?
No, that's all.
Put it in your pocket and come on. Move!
And don't start yelling for the cops.
You don't have to yell, Mike.
Put them up.
Thought you'd get away?
I didn't do nothing.
-Oh, no?
-No.
I see no reason for leniency since the money was found on your person.
Furthermore, upon detection, you attempted to escape... which would, of necessity, increase the seriousness of your offence.
I therefore, in accordance with the laws of this state... sentence you to 10 years of hard labor.
1, 2, 3, 4, 5,6... 7, 8, 9, 10, 11, 12, 13.
A nice lucky number.
What's this for?
To put in your nose.
All right.
Follow me.
All right, pick them up.
Come on, pull them through.
All right, turn off.
That'll learn you to sit up and hold on to this.
All right, you guys, get going there. Get those shoes on and get up.
All right, come and get it.
Come on, hurry it up.
Pick up that chain.
Come on, move on.
Here, take that.
Grease, fried dough, pig fat and sorghum.
And you better get to like it... because you're going to get the same thing every morning, every year.
You can't get better food on any chain gang in the state.
Yeah, and you can go all over the world and you won't find worse.
How can anybody eat a mess like this?
Why do you take that slime if you're going to spit it out?
I'm practicing.
The last day of my year here, I'll spit it right in the warden's kisser.
Yeah?
You'll blind him for life.
Hurry up, come on, let's go.
Come on, move on!
-Come on, there. You, get in there. -Get in that line.
Hurry up. Come on, by me.
Line up, there. Come on.
All right, load the trucks.
Come on.
Hurry up.
Get your rings up.
All right.
All right, take them out.
Are you up here for murder, kid?
No.
I heard that a guy that killed four people was being sent up here.
Nordine's always worrying about losing his spot here as high man.
He only killed three.
More than anyone else in this here chain gang.
His wife, his sister-in-law, and his mother-in-law.
Killed them in one night with an ax... so as not to disturb the neighbors.
What are you taking the rap for, kid?
For looking at a hamburger.
Come on, tell us. You're among friends.
All right, let's go.
On your feet.
Come on.
Getting out here.
All right, get out in there.
What's the idea?
He gets two minutes to brush his teeth.
Look at that big buck swing that sledge.
He never misses.
You can lay down a nickel... and he'd knock the buffalo's right eye out.
They like his work so much... they're gonna keep him here the rest of his life.
Come on, get up, quit your stalling.
I was just wiping the sweat off my face.
Well, you got it knocked off.
That won't do no good.
You got to ask their permission to wipe the sweat off.
Wiping it off!
All right, Bomber, wipe it off.
Like that.
In the first place, you've got to get their permission to sweat.
Come on, get to work there.
I gotta quit. My stomach is--
You get to work or I'll kick that bellyache up around your ears.
Come on. Move on, there.
Come on, get up.
Pull it through.
Spread them out.
Come on, get out of here.
So this is the washroom?
Yeah, come on, there's plenty of room.
No, thanks. I forgot my bath salts.
All right, boys, show me the men that didn't give us a good day's work.
Ackerman hasn't been on the job today, Warden.
Is that so?
Come on.
Anybody else?
This guy, Red, tried to pull a faint on us today.
Pulling a faint?
I don't care what you do to me. It doesn't matter.
So that's the way you feel about it?
Take a look at that.
The skunk.
You're next.
Take his stinking shirt off.
A loudmouth?
All right, let him out.
Stand over there.
Well, Barney's gone.
Goodbye, Barney, old boy.
Don't forget to write, kid.
I'll see you in two or three years.
Goodbye, kid.
Don't forget to write, Barney.
-So long. -So long.
See you soon.
-Good luck. -You need it.
The lucky rat.
At least it proves something. You really can get out of here.
Sure you can. And I'm counting the days. They ain't gonna cheat me out of nothing.
-When is your time up?
-I got it figured out exactly.
Four days, two weeks, seven months and 12 years.
Let me see. Four weeks from 10 years.
Nine years and 48 weeks.
You can't count those away.
Red's leaving today, too.
All right, hurry it up.
Let's go.
Well, there's just two ways to get out of here.
Work out, and die out.
Might as well grab a ride into town with us.
Yeah, I can't walk very good without them chains on.
Doesn't a man ever break loose?
You mean, hang it on the limb?
There's too many breaks against you.
You've got to beat the chains, the bloodhounds... and a bunch of guards who'd just as soon bring you back dead.
It's been done... but you got to figure out some perfect scheme.
You gotta watch.
You gotta wait.
Maybe one year, maybe two.
Then... hang it on the limb.
-Sebastian. -Yes?
Can you hit my shackles hard enough to bend them?
-You thinking about-- -Been thinking about it for months.
If you can bend my shackles just so I can slide them off my foot--
I don't want to get in no trouble, but I'd like to see you get away.
The heat's got the guards down.
-All right, you keep an eye on them. -I am.
I'll keep my foot here, and you hit it whenever you can.
You gotta promise not to yell, no matter how it hurts...
-or they'll give me the works for it. -I promise.
Hold still. If I hurt your leg, your foot will drop off with the shackle.
Again.
Now the other one.
Again.
Once more.
When you gonna do it?
-Monday. -That's good.
You can rest up for it on Sunday.
-Got any dough? -A little.
Here's $7.
When you get to Stanton, look up Barney. Here's his address.
-He'll take care of you. -Thanks, Bomber.
-Nervous? -A little.
No matter what happens, it's better than this.
What do you think?
Looks pretty good to me.
Getting out here.
All right, get out over in there.
Hey, boss, we need some more help here.
Some of you boys give Bomber a hand.
All right, Allen. Get back to work.
Bring those dogs over here! He won't get far.
Stand where you are.
Where do you suppose he's gone?
Let's try these woods over here.
You look like a new man.
-Now show me something in a cheap hat. -Yes, sir.
How did you get the scratches?
Lumberjacking, up in the hills.
Is that a fact?
I know many of them fellows up there. Funny I ain't seen you before.
-Look out. -I'm sorry.
How do you do?
Well, if it ain't old John Law himself.
-How's the rheumatism?
-Good.
If they don't take me off nights and put me on days, I'm gonna...
I'll...
What's the use?
What's new? Anything?
Nothing.
There was a break on the Merritt County chain gang this morning.
They say he's headed up this way.
What's the guy look like?
He's about 5'10", heavy black hair... brown eyes, stocky built, around 30 years old.
Name is Allen, James Allen.
-Get us a hot towel, will you?
-Coming up.
Hope it's hot enough for you.
Those guys haven't got much chance getting away with it, have they?
No. We've got the depot and all the highways out of town covered.
They can get this far and no farther.
Thanks. Come in again.
How was it?
Close enough?
Plenty.
So you hung it on the limb?
It's good to see you, kid.
-Well, how do you suppose I feel?
-What? How?
Bomber tipped me off where you were.
-All right for Bomber. -Say, you got a place I can hide out?
-Sure, come on. I'll fix you up. -That's great.
How are all the boys on the chain gang?
No, but I had to keep my eyes open every minute.
Do you think I'll be safe here tonight?
It's a cinch, unless the cops pull another raid.
But don't worry about that.
They're probably too busy looking for you to raid any joints like this.
All I need is some sleep. I'll lam out of here early in the morning.
Make yourself at home.
We got everything you dream about in the chain gang.
Here. I guess you still know what this is good for?
Thanks. I got a tough day ahead of me tomorrow.
Well, I got a tough night ahead of me.
I got to beat it now, Jim. But the place is yours.
Wait a minute.
I'll get somebody to see that you're comfortable.
Linda, come here.
This is Jim Allen, a pal of mine from the chain gang. He's just escaped.
-Listen, never mind the advertising. -It's all right with Linda.
Take good care of him, babe. He's my personal guest.
-So long, Jim. I hope you make it. -Thanks.
You've got plenty of what it takes to pull an escape from that place.
I'm not safe yet. Not until I'm out of the state.
If there's anything I can do to help you, just say the word.
Thanks.
There's nothing you can do.
-How about a drink?
-No.
-You don't mind if I take one, do you?
-No, go right ahead.
Here's to you.
A guy with your nerves got the breaks coming to him.
I know what you're thinking.
I understand.
You're among friends.
You have about 35 minutes to wait. The train is late.
-You want everything on this one, too?
-Yeah, same as the first one.
Well, look who's here.
Chief of police, in all his glory.
Must be looking for somebody important.
All right, boys, keep your eyes open.
All aboard!
There he is!
Did I get your ticket?
Here it is.
Booneville? You must have got on without me seeing you.
They were chasing somebody. I guess you were watching.
-They were after an escaped convict. -Catch him?
No, the guy they caught turned out to be a hobo.
They're still looking for the convict.
I guess we can use you. What's the name?
-Allen. -Is that the first or last name?
Yeah, the first name.
The full name is Allen James.
-Report 8:00 tomorrow morning. -Yes, sir.
Say, James... that's a swell idea you had about the bend up there.
-I told the boss it was your suggestion. -You did?
That's very nice.
I don't think you'll be swinging a pick much longer.
This is the room that's for rent.
Very nice room. What are you asking for it?
-$25 a month. And that's very reasonable. -Very.
But it's more than I feel I can pay.
I'm sorry, because I like the location.
It's not far from the bridge I'm working on.
I'm sorry, too... because I'd like to rent this room to a gentleman like yourself.
But you don't know anything about me.
I can tell. You look like you'd be friendly. Not like a stranger around the house.
-How much would you be willing to pay?
-Really, it's out of the question.
Well, suppose I made it $20.
That's silly. You can easily get your price for it.
I'm willing to let it go for $20. To you.
Well, it's a mighty nice room.
You'll like it.
-Hello, honey. -Hello.
-All you do every night is study. -I'll never get anywhere if I don't.
Anyway, that's not so. We were out last night.
-I don't think you like me anymore. -Of course I do.
We can't always be playing around.
Anyway, what's that got to do with it?
I don't know, but you don't act like you used to.
-Now I don't seem good enough for you. -You're imagining things.
No, I'm not. When you were first here you weren't this way.
You've grown tired of me.
I was silly enough to believe you when you said you loved me.
I said I loved you?
Now, Marie, you know that's not so. I never said that.
You're just trying to put me in a spot.
And you know it wasn't love just as well as I do.
So that's the way you feel?
You can't make me out cheap and get away with it.
I know what I'm talking about, see? And someday you're gonna be sorry.
Come in.
Well, so you really think you're leaving?
I'm moving to a bigger place. I can afford it now.
In other words, that means we won't see each other anymore.
No, I guess we'll see each other sometime.
You don't mean that.
Marie, I appreciate all you've done for me, but I couldn't love you.
I can't change my feeling towards you any more than...
I can change the color of my eyes.
I know I'm speaking bluntly, but frankly... this will save us both a lot of misery.
And is that your only reason for leaving?
-That's a pretty good one, isn't it?
-Not very.
Of course, when a fellow wants to ditch a girl he'll do most anything... providing it doesn't land him back in the chain gang... where he probably belongs.
Here.
It's from your brother.
-You wouldn't...
-I wouldn't tell... if I had a reason to protect you.
-I wouldn't tell... if you were my husband.
-Well, it means plenty of work. -I'm used to that.
Yes. On the other hand, all work and no play...
Makes Jack.
How about knocking off and having a little recreation?
We're giving a party tonight at the Club Chateau.
How about joining us?
-I'd like to, but-- -Fine. And that includes Mrs. James.
Well, I don't know. I'm not sure that she can come.
-I'll ask her. -Right.
-Anyway, we'll expect you. -Fine.
See you later.
Here's the revised budget on the King's Highway Bridge.
By the way, while you were out, your wife called.
Any message?
She won't be home until Wednesday. She's gone to the country with her cousin.
I see.
She also said her account was overdrawn. About $600.
She's got to stop it.
The same thing happened last month.
All right, make out a check for the amount... and deposit it in her bank when you go to lunch.
Yes, sir.
-Good night, Mr. James. -Good night.
Hello.
Hello, yourself. Is Marie there?
That's funny. Where do you think she is?
She had a date with me and she's giving me a stand-up... and it's the first dame that ever gave me a stand-up.
You can tell her that Sammy called... and you can tell her where she can go with little Sammy's compliments.
Tell her that, will you?
And listen... not a word to her husband, understand?
-Don't you dance?
-Not if I can get out of it.
That makes two of us.
I don't care much for dancing in such a crowd.
-I don't like crowds anywhere. -What do you like to do?
Build bridges, roads for people to use... when they want to get away from things.
That sounds interesting.
But they can't get away. Nobody can.
You're a strange person.
Don't pay any attention to what I say.
You'd like to get away from here right now, wouldn't you?
You don't like this party.
I like it better now.
Well, I was on the verge of sneaking home.
I'm not so sure I want to now.
We might make a getaway.
I don't think they'd miss us. How about it?
Come on.
Well, here we are.
Tell me some more about your work. It sounds fascinating.
Why talk about work?
That's what interests you, isn't it?
No. There are other things that interest me, too.
Do you mind if we stay here a while, or must you go home?
There are no musts in my life. I'm free, white and 21.
-You're lucky. -Why?
You can go where you want, when you want.
Can't you?
Yes. And no.
You're a strange, moody person.
You need somebody to pull you out of those doldrums.
Are you applying for that job?
-I might consider it. -You're hired.
-When do I start?
-You've started, several hours ago.
Don't you see, Marie?
If you get a divorce, I'll give you anything you want.
I swear I will.
What's the use of arguing?
I told you I was satisfied with the way things are.
-Can't you see that neither of us is happy?
-I'm happy!
I'm taking no chances of letting you go.
You're going to be a big shot some day, with plenty of sugar... and I'm going to ride right along.
Get that?
I'm no fool. I'd be a sucker to let you go now.
But I'm in love with another woman.
That's just too bad.
Why don't you play the game square?
Square?
So that you and your sweet mama can give me the grand go-by?
Be yourself.
If you don't listen to reason, I'll find some way.
You do, and you'll serve out your time.
It's no worse than serving out my time with you.
You'll be sorry you said that!
Now, listen.
You've held a sword over my head about long enough.
It's about time you called it quits.
You've been bluffing me, and I've been fool and coward enough to fall for it.
You filthy, good-for-nothing convict!
A bluff?
You'll see.
-You'll see. -Put that down.
-Give me the police station. -Put that down!
You don't think you'll stop me, do you, now that I've made up my mind?
We'll only take a minute of your time, Mr. James.
In view of your marvelous achievement on the new Stevens Bridge... the Chamber of Commerce would like you as their principal speaker at their banquet.
Thank you very much.
I feel highly complimented.
There's two detectives coming through, Mr. James.
I told them you were busy but they wouldn't wait.
I'm sorry.
I'm afraid you'll have to excuse me.
Mr. James or Mr. Allen or whatever your name is...
I have a warrant for your arrest.
-And we can quote you literally?
-Certainly.
Everything I've said are facts.
I want this rotten chain-gang system exposed.
Print it all!
How about a special signed story for our Sunday supplement?
Sure, I'll write it. Gladly.
How long were you on the chain gang before, Mr. Allen?
Governor Baxter has not yet signed the extradition papers.
Until he does, I cannot turn Mr. Allen over to the custody of your state.
In view of Allen's record here since his escape... our state has authorized us to assure you... that if he'll return voluntarily... and pay the state the expense it's been put to... he'll be pardoned in 90 days.
Why is it necessary for my client to return at all?
Why mete out punishment to a man who has proven himself a useful... and honorable citizen?
Merely a technicality.
No prisoner is eligible for pardon until he's served 90 days.
Does that mean that I'll have to serve 90 days?
-Back on the chain gang?
-No.
You'll be given some clerical job in one of the camps.
Well, it rests entirely with my client... but I'd advise him to stay right here.
Gentlemen, there's someone else I'd like to consult on the matter...
-if you don't mind. -Certainly.
They've promised me a full pardon within 90 days if I go back.
Can you trust them?
I don't see why not.
I'm giving myself up voluntarily.
Besides, I want to get it all cleaned up now... so that nothing will stand in the way of our happiness.
I think it best, darling.
Why, they can't fail to pardon you.
And then, when you come back, you'll be free. For always.
And we'll be together. Always.
These stories you've been hearing, gentlemen, are absurd.
Why, our chain gangs are beneficial to the convicts... not only physically, but morally.
Gentlemen, I've decided to go back.
Voluntarily.
On your assurance of a pardon.
And you won't regret your decision.
I presume, Mr. Allen, your Chicago attorneys informed you... that I would be in complete charge of your case down here?
Yes, he did.
Let's get the financial end straightened out first.
Your capture and return cost the state... $350.
My fee will be $2,500.
$1,000 now, and $1,500 when you get your release.
This is for the state.
You know, of course... that you'll have to go to a prison camp for 90 days.
-There's your check. -Thanks, Allen.
There's no reason to believe that after the 90 days...
I won't get my pardon then, is there?
This is a funny state and the Governor's a little peculiar.
You see, all that publicity you gave out about the conditions here... didn't help any.
But I'll get my pardon?
They'll give you the pardon.
But that clerical job they promised you isn't so definite.
They might want you to work for about 60 days.
This is the guy that all that fuss was about.
And if he tries to escape this time, shoot him !
Escape?
I'm supposed to be a trustee here.
Haven't you had orders from the Prison Commission?
Sure, I got orders... that if you get away from here this time, I lose my job.
And that goes for all of you. Get me?
-Now take him out of here. -Come on.
Go on. Find yourself a bunk.
Go on down the line.
How did you get to this little bit of heaven, kid?
It's a long story.
Sit down, make yourself at home.
If you can.
Boy, if you think those other chain gangs are tough... wait till you get a load of this joint.
These are the guys that were too tough for the chain gangs.
Now give us the story. How'd they snatch you back?
They didn't. I came back.
He just got lonesome.
They promised me a pardon if I'd come back for 90 days.
What's a pardon?
These boys up here ain't never heard that word.
Neither has the Prison Commission.
What'd you do to get sent up here, Bomber?
I decided to hang it on the limb, so I socked a guard with a sledge.
I aimed at the rat's head, but I missed.
I can't figure a guy walking back into this... just because they promised to spring him in 90 days.
They just wanna make it tough on me, I guess.
But I'll get the pardon, all right--
Listen, kid, they ain't thinking of handing out pardons when you land in here.
This is the last word.
You might say it's "it."
Come on, get to work down there!
The case of James Allen.
-Is Mr. Ramsey present?
-Ready, Your Honor.
Please be brief. We have a great many of these cases this afternoon.
I should first like to introduce... the convict's brother, the Rev. Robert Allen.
Your Honor...
I shall leave the legal technicalities of the case to Mr. Ramsey... and shall present the story of James Allen as a human being.
A man of essential fineness and integrity of character.
A man who was decorated for bravery in the World War.
A man who committed a crime... but only when forced to at the point of a gun.
His first and only offence.
A man who showed his true character by rising from less than nothing... to become a prominent and honored citizen.
...and in conclusion, I need not remind you... that James Allen has kept his part of the bargain.
He has returned voluntarily to this state... and has paid all the expenses demanded of him.
I cannot believe, in the light of all this evidence... and in the name of justice... that you will bring yourselves even to consider any other alternative.
First, I feel it is my duty... to answer the malicious and unwarranted attack upon the chain-gang system... which we have heard here this afternoon.
Crime must be punished.
The men who commit crime are hard men... and their punishments must be hard.
But the brutality of which we hear is a gross exaggeration... born of the fancy of the misinformed.
The life of a convict in a chain gang is one of hard labor.
The discipline is strict... but there is no brutality.
The purpose of prison is not only to punish crime... but to discourage it.
And there is less crime in this state... in proportion to her population... than in 40 other states in this Union.
Finally, as evidence of the chain gang's value... as a character-builder, I have but to present to you... the very case that has been presented to us here today... the case of James Allen... who entered the chain gang as a worthless tramp... and who left it to become one of a great city's... most worthy and respected citizens.
The Commission will take the case of James Allen under consideration.
Five minutes, Allen.
They refused to pardon you.
They refused?
The state's promise didn't mean anything.
It was all lies!
They just wanted to get me back... so they can have their revenge.
To keep me here nine more years!
Why, their crimes are worse than mine.
Worse than anybody here!
They're the ones that should be in chains, not me!
You don't have to stay here nine years.
The Commission voted that if you were a model prisoner for one year... they would concede that you had paid your obligations in full.
It's only nine months, Jim.
Nine months of this torture?
I won't do it!
I won't do it, I tell you!
I'll get out of here!
Even if they kill me for it!
It's still better to be honorably free.
And in those nine months, we'll be working for you night and day.
But you've been working night and day!
It didn't do any good.
But, Jim, we'll have the whole country behind you then... and the state will be forced to release you.
All right.
I'll wait nine more months.
I'll be a model prisoner... if it kills me.
Finally, not only has James Allen been a model prisoner... patient and uncomplaining for a whole year... but we have presented letters from countless organizations... and prominent individuals... beseeching you to recommend his pardon.
I think it only just, Your Honors... that he be given his freedom while there is still time... for him to regain his former position in society... of prominence and universal respect.
We've just had a final report on your new hearing.
Well?
They've suspended decision. Indefinitely.
-Which one did you say it was?
-This one here.
Get up, you lazy skunk!
-Driver! -What's on your mind?
-You better come take a look back here. -I gotta get to the quarry.
You'll never make the quarry in this truck. Your spring's broken.
Spring's broken?
-Where?
-There it is.
Thief! He's stealing my truck!
Stay where you are!
Keep driving, boy.
Throw that box out.
Nix, it's full of my favorite candy.
We're making it, Jim.
We'll make it yet.
Rip it, boy. Go on.
Keep going, kid.
That's once I didn't miss.
Getting out here.
Helen.
Jim !
-Why haven't you come before?
-I couldn't.
-I was afraid to. -But you could have written.
It's been almost a year since you escaped.
But I haven't escaped. They're still after me.
They'll always be after me.
I've had jobs, but I can't keep them.
Something happens, someone turns up.
I hide in rooms all day and travel by night. No friends, no rest, no peace.
-Oh, Jim ! -Keep moving, that's all that's left for me.
Forgive me, Helen.
I had to take a chance to see you tonight.
Just to say goodbye.
-It was all going to be so different. -It is different.
They've made it different.
I've got to go.
I can't let you go like this. Can't you tell me where you're going?
Will you write?
Do you need any money?
But you must, Jim. How do you live?
I steal.
The channel's here on the chart.
So are the marking lights.
Then what's wrong with them?
Those lights don't seem to be in just the right place.
They're both a bit out of position, according to this.
Two light buoys mean a safe channel between the world over.
"Safe between the world over" doesn't go in these waters.
Look here.
You'll see the water shoals on the island side... while the deep soundings run to the mainland.
Have any of you seen the captain today? - No.
He wasn't down for dinner.
- No, and he wasn't down for lunch.
He hasn't left the bridge since you decided to come through the channel.
What are you driving at?
Ever since you gave him those orders yesterday to cut through these waters... he's had the jitters.
There's something wrong. I...
Hey, I'm getting nervous myself.
Doc, what do you recommend for nerves?
- Give him a shot of scotch.
- Give the whole bottle. - No!
I've got nerves too.
- Here you are, Doc.
Just what you need.
- Well, maybe you're right.
- And how, boy.
- Good evening, Captain.
- Good evening, sir.
- May I speak with you?
- Why, certainly. Go ahead.
We're heading straight for the channel between Branca Island and the mainland.
- Good.
- But the lights are just a bit off, according to the chart.
The charts are never up to date in this part of the Pacific. You know that.
I know, sir, but...
Doesn't Branca Island mean anything to you?
- Well, not a lot.
- Perhaps if I spoke with Mr. Rainsford...
Bob's not a sailor. He's a hunter.
He's made many of these trips. He's young, but he has judgment.
I'll call him.
- Oh, Bob. Bob!
- What is it?
- Come up here, will ya?
- Just a minute.
What's bothering you, Captain?
There are no more coral-reefed, shark-infested waters in the whole world than these.
Boy! Just take a look at these.
You didn't turn out so hot as a hunter, Doc, but oh, what a photographer.
If we'd had you to take pictures on the Sumatran trip... they might have believed my book.
If you'd had me on the Sumatran trip, you'd have never had me on this one.
Say, here's a swell one of the ship, Skipper. What's the matter?
These old sea dogs tell yarns to kid each other... and end up believing it all themselves.
I think that Mr. Rainsford should know... that the channel lights aren't just in the position given on the charts.
Oh. Well, what do you think, fellas?
I think we should turn back and take the outside course.
We'll go ahead.
Very well, sir. It's your ship.
"It was the schooner 'Hesperus,' and she sailed the wintry sea."
Now, wait a minute, fellas. Let's talk this over.
- There's no use taking any chances.
- Chances?
That's fine talk... coming from a fella who just got through slapping tigers in the face.
Get an eyeful of this.
And he talks about taking chances.
Here's the doc charging the enemy with an unloaded camera.
Get the expression on Doc's face, Bill.
He looks more frightened than the tiger.
- He is.
- What'd you have on your mind, Doc?
I'll tell you what I had on my mind.
I was thinking of the inconsistency of civilization.
The beast of the jungle killing just for his existence is called savage.
The man, killing just for sport, is called civilized. - Hear!
Hear!
- It's a bit contradictory, isn't it?
Now, just a minute.
What makes you think... it isn't just as much sport for the animal as it is for the man?
Take that fellow right there, for instance.
There never was a time when he couldn't have gotten away.
He didn't want to. He got interested in hunting me.
He didn't hate me for stalking him... any more than I hated him for trying to charge me.
As a matter of fact, we admired each other.
Perhaps, but would you change places with the tiger?
- Well, not now.
- Mm-mm!
Here comes that bad-luck lady again.
Third time tonight. - Here.
Let me shuffle them.
- Wait a minute. Don't evade the issue.
- Yeah, speak up.
- I asked you a question.
- You did? I forgot.
- Oh, no, you didn't.
I asked you if there'd be as much sport in the game... if you were the tiger instead of the hunter.
- Come on.
- What's your answer now, Bob?
That's something I'll never have to decide.
Listen here, you fellows.
This world's divided into two kinds of people... the hunter and the hunted.
Luckily, I'm a hunter. Nothing can ever change that.
Hang on!
Hello! Hello, down there!
Hello, Engine Room!
- The panel is flooded!
- If the water hits those hot boilers...
Help!
Help!
You trying to drown me?
Where are the others?
See anybody?
Nobody left but us two and... that fella.
Doc! Help!
- Look!
- Shark!
Ohh! It got me!
Hello! Is anybody here?
Anybody around, I say.
Oh, hello. Is this your house?
I'm not trying to break in, but I've been in a wreck.
Our yacht just sunk with all hands.
I got ashore and found your place here by accident.
I'm not trying to intrude, but I'm in sort of a jam.
Don't you understand any English?
Ivan does not speak any language.
He has the misfortune to be dumb.
Oh, hello.
Are you the owner here?
Yes. Welcome to my poor fortress.
- Fortress?
- It once was.
Built by the Portuguese, centuries ago.
I have had the ruins restored to make my home here.
I am Count Zaroff.
My name's Robert Rainsford. Glad to meet you.
Very glad.
Ivan is a Cossack.
I am afraid, like all my fellow countrymen, he is a bit of a savage.
Smile, Ivan.
I was trying to make him understand there'd been a shipwreck in the channel.
But how appalling!
And you mean to say that you are the only survivor?
Yes, I'm afraid I am.
You're certain?
I'd have never left the spot if I hadn't been.
The swellest crowd on Earth...
my best friends.
- It's incredible. - Such things are always incredible.
Death is for others, not for ourselves.
That is how most of my other guests have felt.
Your other guests?
You mean this has happened before?
My fellow, we have several survivors from the last wreck still in the house.
It would seem that this island were cursed.
That's just what the captain said.
Only he thought it was uninhabited.
We Cossacks find our inspiration in solitude.
- Well, it's a break for me, anyway.
- My house is yours.
Oh, by the way. You'll want to change those wet rags immediately. Yes.
They look about the way I feel.
Yes.
I have some loose hunting clothes which I keep for my guests... that you can possibly get into.
Ivan will show you to your room.
- Thank you.
- You'll find a stiff drink there also.
Thanks a lot.
All pleasure is mine.
Come in.
- Ready, Rainsford?
- All set.
I'm afraid we have finished dinner.
But I have ordered something for you.
Thanks. I don't feel like eating, though.
Oh.
Well, perhaps later.
Now, then, what do you say to coffee... and most charming company?
It is hard to forget your comrades' fate, I know... but our feminine guest is easily perturbed.
If I could beg you to put a good face upon the matter.
A-Assume a cheerfulness you may not feel.
- Why, sure. Of course.
- Thank you.
Miss Trowbridge, may I present Mr. Robert Rainsford.
- Miss Eve Trowbridge.
- How do you do?
- How do you do?
- And her brother, Mr. Martin Trowbridge.
How are you, old chap?
Pretty well shaken up, I guess, huh?
- Coming out of it now, thanks.
- We know how it feels, don't we, Eve?
Indeed we do.
Perhaps Mr. Rainsford would like some hot coffee.
Oh, yes, of course. Mr. Rainsford, please sit here.
Vodka, that's the stuff!
One shot'll dry you out quicker than all the coffee in Java.
Have to toss it off, though. Like this.
Now, Martin, you don't have to drink it all tonight, do you?
Don't be ridiculous, sis. We are victims of circumstance.
Same as Mr. Rainsford.
And if anyone has a right to his liquor, it's a victim of circumstance.
- Isn't that so, Count? - Of course, yes.
- You were in a shipwreck too?
- Yes.
Our lifeboat was the only one saved... my brother and I and two sailors.
The count found us on the beach with nothing but the clothes on our backs.
Those channel lights must have been shifted.
- I wonder it hasn't been reported.
- Well, we'll report 'em... just as soon as we get back to the mainland.
You see, the count has only one launch... and that's under repair.
Russians are not the best mechanics.
I'm afraid we'll have to be patient a few days longer.
It's all right with me.
I feel as if I were living on borrowed time right now.
Speaking of that, perhaps now you'll tell us... a little bit about who you are.
Just sketchily, you know...
born, married, why I left my last job.
No, no, no, no. One moment, please.
Mr. Rainsford need never explain who he is in my house.
We entertain a celebrity, Miss Trowbridge.
Wait a minute, wait a minute.
Don't tell me.
Let me guess.
I know. Flagpole sitter.
- I know.
He wrote some books.
- No, he lived some books.
If I am not mistaken, this is Mr. Robert Rainsford... who hunts big game so adventurously.
Yeah?
Here's to ya.
- I've lugged a gun around a little.
- "I've lugged a gun around a little."
No, I have read your books. I read all books on hunting.
- A papiroso?
- Thank you.
Only in yours have I found a sane point of view.
- What do you mean, "sane"?
- Cigarette?
- Hmm? Yeah. Thanks.
- You do not excuse what needs no excuse.
Let me see. How did you put it?
"Hunting is as much a game as stud poker... only the limits are higher."
- You have put our case perfectly.
- Then you're a hunter yourself?
We are kindred spirits. It is my one passion.
He sleeps all day and hunts all night.
And what's more, Rainsford, he'll have you doing the same thing.
We'll have capital sport together, I hope.
Don't encourage him.
He's had our two sailors so busy... chasing around the woods after flora and fauna... that we haven't seen them for three days.
But what do you hunt here?
I'll tell you. You will be amused, I know.
I have done a rare thing.
I have invented a new sensation.
Yeah, and is he stingy with it.
What is this sensation, Count?
Mr. Rainsford, God made some men poets.
Some He made kings, some beggars.
Me, He made a hunter.
My hand was made for the trigger, my father told me.
He was a very rich man... with a quarter of a million acres in the Crimea, and an ardent sportsman.
When I was only still up high he gave me my first gun.
- Good for him.
- My life has been one glorious hunt.
It would be impossible for me to tell you how many animals I have killed.
- But when the revolution...
- Look out.
Oh, I'm so sorry.
Count Zaroff was so interesting...
I didn't realize the danger.
Oh, it's all right now. What were you saying about the revolution, Count?
Oh, merely that I escaped with most of my fortune.
Naturally, I continued to hunt all over the world.
It was in Africa that the Cape buffalo gave me this.
That must have been a close call.
Yes. It still bothers me sometimes.
However, in two months I was on my way to the Amazon.
I'd heard that the jaguars there were unusually cunning.
No, no, no. No sport at all.
Well, conditions are bad everywhere these days.
One night, as I lay in my tent with this... this head of mine... a terrible thought crept like a snake into my brain.
Hunting was beginning to bore me.
Is that such a terrible thought, Count?
It is, my dear lady, when hunting has been the whip for all other passions.
When I lost my love of hunting...
I lost my love of life...
of love.
Well, you seem to have stood it pretty well.
I even tried to sink myself to the level of the savage.
I made myself perfect in the use of the Tartar war bow.
Tartar which?
Tartar war bow...
That one up there.
It's cute.
Even to this day I prefer to hunt with it... but alas, even that was too deadly.
What I needed was not a new weapon... but a new animal.
- A new animal?
- Exactly so.
You found one?
Yes.
Here on my island...
I hunt the most dangerous game.
"The most dangerous game"? You mean tigers?
Tigers?
No.
The tiger has nothing but his claws and his fangs.
I heard some queer beast howling back there along the water. Was that it?
It's no use, Rainsford.
He won't tell.
He won't even let you see his trophy room... till he gets ready to take you on a hunt of the great whatsit.
My one secret.
I keep it as a surprise for my guests... against the rainy day of boredom.
You let me in on that game... and I'll bet you I go for it.
You know, Rainsford, he hasn't failed yet.
If he says a thing is good, it is good.
He's a judge of liquor, wizard at contract... plays the piano...
anything you want.
He's a good host and a good scholar, eh, Count?
Yes, yes.
You want me to go hunting?
You just say the word. We're pals.
We'll have a big party, get cockeyed and go hunting.
A completely civilized point of view.
I tell you what you do.
You come to my place in the Adirondacks, see.
We'll have a private car, liquor and gals on the trip... and the guides will make the deers behave.
I think we'd better change the subject.
All right. Change the subject.
Oh, I know!
Play the piano, huh?
If you wish.
Good idea. Play the piano. Leave it to me, and I'll fix everything.
Perhaps the count doesn't want to play.
There you go, sis, throwing cold water.
Leave me alone. I know where the piano is.
I'm perfectly sober.
Charming simplicity.
"Completely civilized," did you say?
He talks of wine and women as a prelude to the hunt.
We barbarians know that it is after the chase... and then only that man revels.
It does seem a bit like cocktails before breakfast.
Of course, yes. You know the saying of the Ugandi chieftains...
"Hunt first the enemy, then the woman."
That's the savages' idea everywhere.
It is the natural instinct.
What is woman...
even such a woman as this... until the blood is quickened by the kill?
- Oh, I don't know.
- "Oh, I don't know."
You Americans.
One passion builds upon another.
Kill!
Then love.
When you have known that... you will have known ecstasy.
Oh, Martin!
Here you see Zaroff, the keyboard king... in his Branca Island hour.
Come on, Count.
Now, you show them.
- What do you suggest?
- Oh, just a good tune.
But not highbrow, like last night.
- Just a good tune, see?
- I see.
Oh, his hunting dogs.
Keep your voice low and listen.
It isn't true about the launch needing repairs.
I heard it leave the boathouse last night. It returned this morning.
You mean he's keeping you from returning to the mainland?
Yes.
Well, perhaps he enjoys the company of two very charming people.
Two, maybe.
There were four of us a week ago.
- The other two have disappeared.
- What do you mean?
One night after dinner, the count took one of our sailors... down to see his trophy room... at the foot of those stone steps.
- That iron door?
- Yes.
Two nights later he took the other there.
Neither has been seen since.
Have you asked him about them?
He says they've gone hunting.
Oh, be careful. He's watching us.
Will you smile, as if I'd said something funny?
Now look here.
You must be mistaken.
Not now.
Applaud.
- Attaboy!
Attaboy!
- Thank you.
What did I tell you?
Smacks a mean ivory, eh, Rainsford?
It was splendid. Don't stop, please.
I'm afraid we have failed to hold the full attention of our audience.
Well, I expect it's rather difficult for Mr. Rainsford... to concentrate on anything after all he's been through.
My dear lady, you are pleading for yourself.
I can see the drooping of those lovely eyes.
Excuse me.
You know, the count's worse than a family governess.
Every night he sends us off to bed like naughty children.
Oh, no, my dear.
No.
Charming children.
There, you hear that, sis?
Now trot along upstairs and don't bother us grownups anymore.
Well, after that I guess...
I guess I'll have to go.
- Good night, Mr. Rainsford.
- Good night.
We'll be seeing each other at breakfast.
- Good night.
- Good night.
Good night, sis. We won't be seeing each other at breakfast.
Oh, my dear Rainsford, I have been most inconsiderate.
You must be feeling the need of sleep too.
- Yes, I am just about all in.
- Then Ivan will show you to your room.
Oh, Martin, turn in early, please?
Don't worry. The count'll take care of me, all right.
Indeed I shall.
- Well, good night.
- Good night, sir.
Sleep well.
Oh, uh, well, here's to long life.
A long life.
Tell me, Mr. Trowbridge... are you also fatigued?
Tired?
Me?
You know I'm not.
You know, Rainsford, we two are just alike.
Up all night and sleep all day.
Well, good night.
Well, what are we gonna do, huh?
What's the big idea?
I thought that perhaps... tonight you would like to see my trophy room?
Your trophy room?
I'm sure you will find it most... interesting.
Say, that's a great idea.
Ho-ho.
Now we're pals.
No more secrets now, huh?
- We'll make a night of it.
- I hope so, Mr. Trowbridge.
Just you and I... pals.
We'll have fun together, huh?
Precisely, yes.
Fun together.
Attaboy, County, old boy, old boy, County.
Please let me come in.
I'm sorry to disturb you, but I'm frightened.
- What was it?
Those dogs? - My brother.
I've been listening for hours for him to come upstairs.
I've just gone to his room. He isn't there!
- He's probably somewhere with the count.
- That's just what I'm afraid of.
Count Zaroff is planning something...
about my brother and me.
You don't really think anything has happened to your brother?
Oh, I don't know, but we've got to find him.
Won't you help me?
Why, of course I'll help you.
- Where do you think he's gone?
- Where did the others go?
The iron door.
I'll meet you downstairs in five minutes.
Thank you.
That's queer.
It's unlocked.
Zaroff!
He's coming down.
Back here, quick!
Where is my brother? Where is my brother?
You killed him!
You killed my brother!
You!
Why, you...
Come, come, my dear Rainsford.
I don't want to treat you like my other guests.
You and I, we are hunters.
So that's your most dangerous game.
Yes.
My dear fellow, I intended to tell you last night... but you know, Miss Trowbridge...
You hunted him like an animal.
I know what you think, but you are wrong.
He was sober and fit for sport when I sent him out.
An hour or two strapped up in here brought him to his senses.
You raving maniac!
Yes, yes, yes.
I'll take it off...
when we've finished.
The stupid fellow tried to escape through the swamps of Fog Hollow.
You see, when I first began stocking my island... many of my guests thought I was joking... so I established this trophy room.
I always bring them here before the hunt.
An hour with my trophies... and they usually do their best to keep away from me.
Where do you get these poor devils?
Providence provided my island with dangerous reefs.
But there are light buoys to mark the safe channel.
They do not always mark it.
- You shifted them.
- Precisely right.
Too bad your yacht should have suffered... but at least it brought us together.
You take half-drowned men from ships you've wrecked... and drive them out to be hunted.
I give them every consideration... good food, exercise... everything to get them in splendid shape.
- To be shot down in cold blood.
- Oh, no, no.
Oh, I admit, with this annoying fellow... but usually I give them hunting clothes... a woodsman's knife and a full day's start.
I even wait until midnight to give them the full advantage the dark.
And if one eludes me only till sunrise... he wins the game.
Suppose he refuses to be hunted.
Ivan is such an artist with these.
Invariably, Mr. Rainsford, invariably they choose to hunt.
And when they win?
To date I have not lost.
Oh, Rainsford, you'll find this game worth playing.
When the next ship arrives, we'll have gorgeous sport together.
You murdering rat!
I'm a hunter not an assassin.
Come, Rainsford. Say you will hunt with me.
Hunt men?
Say you will hunt with me!
No?
What do you think I am?
One, I fear, who dare not follow his own convictions... to their logical conclusion.
I'm afraid in this instance, Mr. Rainsford... you may have to follow them.
What do you mean?
I shall not wait for the next ship.
Four o'clock. The sun is just rising.
Come, Mr. Rainsford. Let us not waste time.
Ivan.
Your fangs and claws, Mr. Rainsford.
Bob!
Bob!
Ivan.
Bob!
Bob, what are they going to do?
- I'm going to be hunted.
- Oh, no. No, Miss Trowbridge.
Outdoor chess.
His brain against mine.
His good craft against mine.
- And the prize?
- The prize?
You may recall what I said last evening.
Only after the kill... does man know the true ecstasy of love.
Suppose you lose.
If I do not...
What shall I say?
...
find you... between midnight and sunrise tomorrow, freedom for both of you.
- I'm going with you.
- No. He'll kill you too.
Not at all.
One does not kill a female animal.
If you lose, I can easily recapture her alive.
All right. I'll take her with me then.
We'll set him a trail he'll remember.
It's only fair to advise you against Fog Hollow.
Outdoor chess, Mr. Rainsford.
Don't lose your nerve.
We'll beat this thing.
- The others didn't.
- We will.
Come on.
Let's get going.
It seems as though we've come miles.
Yeah, but three hours doesn't take you far in this jungle.
Come on.
Let's keep going.
Come on.
Just a little more of this, then easy downhill going.
We'll soon be safe.
No wonder he was so sure.
This island is no bigger than a deer park.
Oh, Bob!
Come on, now.
What are we going to do?
We didn't each live through a shipwreck to let this crazy man hunter worry us.
I shouldn't have come with you. You might beat him if you were alone.
Alone?
And leave you here with that savage?
Not a chance.
Now we've got to think of something to worry him.
You'd never get near him. He'd shoot on sight.
Weapons aren't everything in the jungle.
Say, did you notice that leaning tree down there?
- The one we just passed? - Yes.
I want to show you something.
You see?
If that supporting branch were cut away... this fallen tree would make a perfect Malay deadfall.
A Malay deadfall?
What's that?
A man-killing contraption the natives use.
It would stop that madman, all right.
Trouble is, it takes quite a few hours to build.
He said he wouldn't follow till midnight.
That's right.
If you help me, I think we'll have time.
Come on. We'll cut some strong vines.
There.
Almost ready.
This bracelet of yours makes a fine guide ring for my necktie.
He'll have been on his way almost an hour now.
Look out! Don't touch that trip line.
You'll have a two-ton tree down on your back.
- Jungle wood's as heavy as iron.
- Will it really work?
I've never known a living thing to get by one yet.
Look here. You touch that trip line... it'll pull that trigger free.
Once that's loose, there's nothing to keep the log from coming down.
It'll crash down and kill anything underneath it.
Look.
We're ready. Let him come.
Give me that knife.
Come out, Rainsford.
Why prolong it?
I'll not bungle this shot.
You'll never even feel it.
But surely you don't think that anyone who has hunted leopards... would follow you into that ambush?
Oh, very well.
If you choose to play the leopard...
I shall hunt you like a leopard.
Wait.
Maybe it's a trick.
Eve.
Why did he go?
He's playing with us...
like a cat with a mouse.
What do you mean?
You heard him say he'd hunt us as he'd hunt a leopard.
That means he's gone for his high-powered rifle.
His rifle?
Oh, Bob, we must get away from here!
- Run, quick!
- Eve, wait.
- No, I tell you, no!
- Don't stop! No!
Wait.
That's Fog Hollow ahead.
- Fog Hollow?
- The swamp where he caught the others.
We haven't a chance of keeping ahead of him there.
- But there's no place else to run.
- That's just what he's counting on.
We've got two hours till dawn.
We've got to use our brains instead of our legs.
But he'll have his rifle.
And we'll have a man trap.
Look.
It makes me dizzy.
Cover this over.
When Mr. Zaroff falls down there, he'll be all through hunting.
Quick.
Gather some leaves and grass.
I'll cut some branches.
Yes. Very good, Rainsford.
Very good.
You have not won yet.
Look at your watch.
Are you looking at it?
Still half an hour till sunrise.
Swamp or no swamp, we can keep ahead of him that long.
As you are doubtless saying, the odds are against me.
You have made my rifle useless in the fog.
You cannot blame me if I overcome that obstacle.
Those animals I cornered...
now I know how they felt.
Achmed, Miss Trowbridge... bring her here.
Now!
My dear Rainsford, I congratulate you.
You have beaten me.
Not yet.
Oh, but of course.
I insist.
Why, you're...
You're not even wounded.
You hit the dog not me.
I took a chance and went over with him.
A clever trick, Rainsford.
I cheerfully admit defeat.
Here's the key of the boathouse.
The door is in the trophy room.
You and Miss Trowbridge may leave at once.
No!
Ohh!
Bob!
Eve!
The boat! Quick!
Impossible.
Now, look here. That's a river. Water.
Ganges.
Is that the Mutier escarpment?
What river is that?
No one ever crosses that river... because beyond that is the Mutier escarpment.
I'm afraid you're wasting your time with him.
He's working himself into a juju.
All right, Riano. Take him away.
Very helpful, I don't think.
Always the same old tales.
Mutier escarpment too strong, too high.
What they mean is if the elephants have a burial place... that's the elephants' business, and we've no right to butt in.
- Perhaps we haven't. - What?
And let a million pounds of ivory go to rot under the earth?
Just how keen are you on this idea?
It means escape from this cursed hole.
- I'm keen, all right. - So am I.
Excuse me, miss. Can I help you?
I'm Mrs. Cutten.
Mrs. Dr. Cutten. How do you do? Thank you so much.
I'm looking for my father.
I can't think why he isn't here. I cabled him.
My name's Parker.
Jane Parker. - Excuse me.
Did you say Miss Parker? - Yes.
How exciting.
What a good chance we came down here.
Why, this is Mr. Holt, your father's partner.
- How do you do? - What marvelous luck.
How do you do? He's still here, my father?
- He hasn't gone away or anything?
- No, he hasn't gone.
You caught him just in time.
Shall we walk along together this way, then?
- What about your baggage? - It's here.
- I'll take care of it.
- I forgot my sketching paper.
- Will you bring it along?
- Yes, of course.
Shall we start now?
It's just a few steps along.
You see that big building on the right?
- How is my father?
- He's very well.
He's always well. - You're not letting your hair grow again?
- I beg your pardon.
I didn't hear you.
I wonder if I could get that haircut, but the doctor hates old fashions.
Here we are. I don't want to butt in.
- Lf you'd rather see your father alone...
- Yes, I would. I see.
If there's anything that you want, let me know.
- In a community like this...
Perhaps I shall see you this afternoon. Come over to have a cup of tea...
Hello.
Jane. Whatever...
What on earth.
Darling, don't ask questions.
Don't do anything. Just be glad to see me.
What's this mean, dear? You're crying.
You mustn't do that.
No, but you're going to have to wait till I get through.
There.
There.
Let me look at you.
You're just the same.
Yes, but a bit more grizzled and moth-eaten.
That's only because you've been missing me.
- You have been missing me, haven't you?
- Missing you, my darling.
That's better.
Now say you're glad to see me, or I shall go right back.
I'm afraid you'll have to do that in any case.
Shall I?
Listen, Dad, from now on, I'm through with civilization.
I'm going to be a savage just like you.
We'll talk about that later. Now let me have a look at you.
Attractive.
Mighty attractive.
I don't know how I managed it.
Cable for you, sir. Just came in by the boat.
Hello, Beamish. See who's arrived.
It isn't. It is.
Knock me for a row at ninepins if it isn't little Miss Jane.
Hello, Beamish, old boy.
But I say, what brings you to this awful hole?
That's a perfect criticism of Africa.
- What's the cable, darling?
- From you to say you arrive today.
I call that perfect service. Hello, Holt.
What do you say to this for a surprise?
- My daughter, Mr. Holt.
- We have already met.
He was kind and got my baggage. Did you find it?
- I did. - Tell them to bring them in here.
- Here?
- Yes. I'll show you where to put them.
Boy, put this down here.
The dressing case down there.
And put those trunks somewhere around here.
That's grand.
Look, you can just leave those there, anywhere.
- Yeah, that's fine. - Good heavens.
I told you I'd come to stay.
But what have you got in there in all that?
Just the necessaries of life.
Can I get you a nice cup of tea, miss?
Isn't that English?
I come 6,000 miles and all I'm offered is a cup of tea.
What's wrong with a drink?
All right, I'll get you one.
- Shall I send the rest of the baggage?
I like your Mr. Holt. He's nice.
- What?
I was talking about Mr. Holt.
Yes, he's a nice fellow.
We get along splendidly.
He hates Africa, too.
- Hates Africa? - Yes.
- I don't believe it. - Why not?
He's too strong and sturdy-looking, like you.
- I don't like Africa, either. - I don't believe that, either.
Yes, I think I'd better be...
Darling, don't be silly. You're not embarrassed by me.
Why, you've bathed me sometimes... and very nearly spanked me, too, several times.
Very nearly.
Perhaps if you actually had, I wouldn't be so obstinate.
And I am very obstinate.
- What are you trying to do?
- Clean my face.
- But what's wrong with soap and water? - Everything, darling.
Must preserve that schoolgirl complexion.
What's that?
Who are they?
The Wakumbas.
- The ones with the big hats, who are they?
- No, they're Kabaranda.
There are a couple of hundred ostrich feathers... in each of those headdresses.
What you might call putting a feather in your cap with a vengeance.
- What are they doing here?
- They come to trade.
All right, let's trade them.
You're butting into my business.
Butting in?
You're mistaken. I'm managing it.
Beamish, bring me my hat.
Do they always sing like that when they come to trade?
That's not a song.
They're invoking their gods to give them the best of the bargain.
I don't blame them.
Darling, you've done far too well out of one small store.
I don't think it's quite nice.
Look, here, young lady.
I resent that.
I must see your lady customers.
It looks as if their shopping's been successful, anyhow.
How women suffer to be beautiful.
I see you're breaking into society. These are our very best people.
I know. I feel quite out of fashion.
Now let me show you what the well-dressed men are wearing.
Those markings on the shield mean they're the foremost warriors of the tribe.
Not really?
Why, that little fellow there, he seems quite harmless.
If you read his shield, it shows that he's killed five lions. - Really?
- Or men.
Yes, over here we have the Wakumbas.
You'll notice that their dress is entirely different.
And these natives here, are they of the same tribe?
Yes, they are.
Here's your hat. You'll be catching your death of sun.
Thank you.
Bit early for him to start dancing, isn't it? - Who?
- The baby.
Look at him.
Jane, suppose we get a move on.
- You do think I'm a child, don't you?
- No, I've ample proof that you're not.
Look, every man his own feather duster. Who are they?
The council of the Aloas.
Say, Parker, there's old Chief Oomtelli.
Possibly he can tell us about the Mutier escarpment.
Not a chance, Holt. I've been trying him for years.
Darling, what is this Mutier escarpment?
When they get past this falderal... let's hope they'll be in a mood for substantial trading.
- Come on. - Let's get along.
Father, you still haven't told me about the Mutier escarpment.
Remember my telling you a fairytale about the elephants? Hundreds.
Which one?
The one about why one never finds a dead elephant in the jungle.
Let me think.
Why, of course.
I remember.
An elephant can always tell when death is coming for him... and when he hears the call... there's a secret place to which he wanders.
A place where he can lay his bones with his ancestors.
- A place of rest. - That's it.
The secret graveyard of the elephants.
Somewhere to the east, there's a mysterious barrier of mountains... called the Mutier escarpment.
And the natives won't say where that Mutier escarpment is.
It's sacred. Taboo.
If one of them is found even to have looked at it... he's put to death by the witch man of the tribe.
Now, Holt and I believe... that beyond that Mutier escarpment somewhere... lies the burial place of the elephants.
You do? But why?
Of course. Ivory.
Enough ivory to supply the world.
There's £1,000,000 for the man who finds it.
- And how much do I get for helping you? - You're not going to help.
You can't.
Mr. Holt, I know you'll understand.
I do want to go so terribly.
I think if she wants to go as much as all that... she won't be a hindrance.
I think you're probably the nicest man I ever met.
Anyone's nice who gives in to you.
You disagreeable old darling.
I'm mad about you.
Leave me alone. I'm not used to this.
Can you shoot?
Like an angel.
Riano, let me have that rifle.
- Beamish. - Yes, miss?
Hat.
Satisfied?
Quite.
I'm tired. I'm going to turn in.
Good night, Holt. Good night, my girl. - Good night, Dad.
- Sleep well.
Tell me, am I a nuisance?
Do I get in the way at all?
Not in the least. You've shaken down to it marvelously.
- Better put this around your shoulders. - Thanks.
The altitude plays funny tricks with the temperature.
I'm not cold.
You may think you're not.
- You're very silent. - I feel very silent.
You know, Jane...
I'm not a romantic sort of a person or anything like that... but if we get through this all right... is there any kind of a chance for me?
With me?
I don't know. I haven't thought about it much.
Will you?
I thought I hated this country.
Since you're here I almost love it.
Do you, Harry?
- I'm very glad. - Are you?
Glad you like Africa.
Oh, poof.
Now you're laughing at me.
A little bit, perhaps.
But very tenderly.
- Old man hyena sounds pretty lively. - Horrible noise, isn't it?
Yet, I don't know. It's part of it all.
- Love it, don't you? - Love it. Who wouldn't?
Look.
Isn't it marvelous?
And the funny part is I feel so completely at home.
Really?
Good night, Harry.
Funny little hand... so capable and so strong... and yet, so soft and so white.
Don't crush it, Harry.
I might want to use it again. I'm sorry.
Good night, dear. Sleep soundly. Soundly?
With all this noise?
Isn't he grand?
So proud, so fierce, and yet, so infinitely soothing.
Why, there's another one quite close.
Yes, much too close.
Keep a man on the fire all night. Keep them going.
Yes, bwana.
Hello.
Must be a village near here somewhere.
That drum doesn't seem stationary. It seems to be coming closer.
- It is. - Help, bwana!
What was that?
Didn't sound like an animal.
Hold it there.
Get him some water.
- He say he look at Mutier escarpment.
- Mutier escarpment? Make him tell you which direction.
Did you get that? We have to get him under cover.
Head back to your fires.
- What's the matter?
- They're after him. They're close.
What did he say?
He's looking for some fellow that's broken the big law of the tribe.
No man's passed here. We should have seen him.
I told him that.
- Those are the Ubangis... one of the most feared and courageous tribes.
Yet they're afraid of the Mutier escarpment.
It may not be fear.
It may be superstition. To some of them, the elephant is sacred even alive.
How much more so in death?
- Have they gone?
- Far enough.
One good turn deserves another.
He'll tell us now.
Come on, get up.
He's dead.
Anyone would die who look at Mutier escarpment.
Poor fellow.
- He died too soon. - Did he? I wonder.
He was crazy with fear, yet he managed to point.
And that's the direction in which he pointed.
And that's the Mutier escarpment, eh?
Yeah, and all we've got to do now is climb it.
Mother Earth must have some very particular secret up there... putting up a wall like that.
Here.
- Why? Is this going to be dangerous?
- No.
All has to be done according to Hoyle, though.
Look out back there.
It's a bit tricky here.
You all right, Jane?
At the moment.
Be careful.
Steady, Jane. Don't lose your nerve.
We're all right.
What was in that pack, Parker?
Medicines, trade goods.
Poor devil.
That's too bad. I don't suppose it could be helped.
You all right, now?
Yeah, I'm all right.
How are the rest of the boys?
- All right, bwana. - All right. Start them going.
Now, Jane, take it easy.
Easy now.
Give me your hand.
Hold her, Holt!
- Parker. Riano. - Yes, bwana.
Quiet, now.
All right.
- Give me your hand. - Easy, now.
Give me your hand, dear.
Good girl!
Aren't I a fool, Harry? I'm sorry.
I'll promise to forgive you if you don't do it again.
Would you like to sit down and rest for a while?
No, really. I'd rather go on.
- You're quite sure?
- Sure.
Good girl.
Come on.
- How are the rest of the boys, Riano?
- All right, bwana.
I don't think we need this anymore. Let me help you.
Darling, you mind if I flop for a little while?
It'd do us all good to flop for a little while.
Anything you want?
Yes, a nice hot bath.
What was that?
Can't say.
- What do you make of it, Riano? - Maybe hyena, bwana.
Maybe.
Come on.
- That was a human cry. - Human?
Say, Parker, how do you feel about...
- going on?
- I've had enough.
I know why you're saying that.
And I'm not going to be made an encumbrance of.
I'm not frightened of a few weird cries.
Now let's get that ivory.
- Riano, come on. - Yes, master.
- All right, Riano, come on. - Yes, bwana.
- What's the matter?
- Boys scared, bwana.
You've got your whip. Give them something else to think about.
- Let's be on our way, come on. - Quick.
Another barrier.
Does that mean we lose the elephant tracks?
Yes, but with good luck we'll pick them up on the other side.
Hold on.
My gun.
They may be tough customers.
Father, without prejudice... would you say that was a friendly noise?
I'm afraid we're intruding.
- Riano, you better get the boys back. - Yes, bwana.
Gently, dear. Slowly.
Look out. We're in for it.
Gently, Jane. The river's alive with them.
The dying elephant has to swim this.
Look there.
I'll feel much better when we've put all this behind us.
Rafts?
- Riano. - Yes, bwana?
Cut wood for rafts. Two.
Father, look.
How's that for a touching domestic scene?
You can't tell me she's dangerous.
Dangerous?
I'd hate to interfere with that child of hers.
- How are they getting on?
- All right, I guess.
Come on, Riano. We can't be here all day.
And the long one. There we are.
- Come here. - Give me your hand.
- All right, Riano. Push off. - Yes, bwana.
Harry, aren't you coming with us?
The boys will need a little firsthand persuasion... in order to keep going.
We'll be close all the way across.
All right, Riano. Come on.
Watch the end here.
I don't think we'll be able to pole a straight course.
I'm willing to detour. After all, they live here.
Get in the middle of the raft, Jane, and stay there.
All right.
I think they're just curious, don't you?
I hope so.
- Riano, gun. - Yes, master.
- Getting nervous, Jane?
- No, not a bit.
Don't shoot wildly, Jane.
Get them around the ears, otherwise you just tickle them...
- then they're dangerous. - I know, Harry.
- Get him? - I think so.
I hope so.
- We'll take the lead, Riano. - Yes, bwana.
Come on, boys. Pole faster.
- Still like it, Jane?
- I'm crazy about it.
No, I'm crazy to have brought you here.
Why, Father, they look just like catfish on a rainy day.
Good girl!
Kill him, Holt. I missed him.
Stop poling. Hold up, Parker. They're getting too thick.
Stay, boys, stop poling now.
What's the matter?
- Fire, Harry, fire. - I can't. My gun's jammed.
Get him, Holt.
Get going before he comes back.
All right, now. Hurry.
Come on, boys. Push this.
Harry, look out! He's going under your raft! Watch out, Holt.
He's coming up underneath you.
Hurry, boys. Pole quicker. Pole away to the other end.
Never mind me. Help this boy here.
Is he on?
It's too late to do anything about him.
Look out, boys. Here comes the herd.
Pole for shore. Come on.
Let me have your hand, Jane.
- Again, Holt. - Right.
Here we are now.
Father, come on.
Give me a hand.
Get back in there.
Come on, Riano, let me have a gun.
They're still coming, Parker. Don't shoot. They'll stampede.
That was friendly of someone.
- Riano, who else is gone?
- Musaki gone, bwana.
- That cry we heard from the river. - Yes, it must have been.
You get the boys to make camp here. I'll go see if I can pick up the trail.
- Harry, don't get lost. - I'll try not to.
Thanks.
Tooch, you come along with me.
Come on, Jane. We'll get a little bit further from the river.
Make way, boys.
- Good. We'll camp here, Riano. - Yes, bwana.
Put one tent there... a couple here.
- You boys can camp up there. - Yes, bwana.
What was that?
Ape.
Look.
White, too.
Father, that cry.
Father, look.
Hello there.
Come down.
Riano, you speak to him.
He can't understand.
Call one of the boys. Try another dialect.
Come down, I tell you, or I'll shoot.
I don't think he even knows what a gun is.
After him, Riano, or we'll have the whole tribe on us.
Where'd they go, Riano?
Jane, you'd better stick close to us.
Jane, where are you?
Answer me, Jane. - Parker.
- Why don't you answer?
- Jane, where are you?
- Parker.
What's the matter, Parker?
- Jane. He's taken her. - What are you talking about?
Don't let me go.
Hold onto me.
He's come to get me!
Don't let him take me!
Let me...
Don't. Let me go.
Let me go, you wild beast!
Get off me! Let go!
Stop!
Let me go, you brute.
Take your hands off me.
Take him away.
Thank you.
- Thank you for protecting me. - Me?
I said, thank you for protecting me.
- Me. - No.
- I'm only me for me. - Me.
No. To you, I'm you.
You.
No.
I'm Jane Parker. Understand?
Jane.
Yes. Jane.
You?
- Tarzan.
That's right.
Please stop. Let me go. I can't bear this.
What's the use?
Yes. I am hungry.
Hungry.
Tarzan, where are you going?
Tarzan, don't go without me. I'm afraid of her.
Tarzan, take me with you.
Wait. I'm coming.
Jane!
Father, here I am! Here in the tree! I'm here.
Father.
Hold it.
Father, here I am. Here in the tree.
Bwana, look there.
All right, Jane. We're coming.
We're coming. Keep still now.
Don't come down, dear.
Stay where you are. We'll help you down.
- Quick, Riano. Get up the tree. - Yes, bwana.
Go, Riano. Look out for that big ape.
Harry, don't shoot!
There now.
It's all right, dear.
Get the boys together, and let's get away from here.
Wait a minute, Parker. He may come back.
No, let's go quickly, please.
Hurry.
All right. Come on, boys.
You're in a queer mood, Jane. Yes, I know.
It must have been a terrible shock.
I've been reproaching myself all the time.
Reproaching yourself? Why?
My dear, you don't need to.
What is it?
- Were you very frightened?
- At first.
I thought he was a savage.
Now I find out he wasn't. That's all.
I can't make it out. How did he get here?
What does it matter?
He's happy and...
At least he was until...
Father, did you hear his cry when that ape was shot?
- He'd probably never been unhappy before. - My dear, he's not like us.
He's white.
Whether white or not, those people, living a life like that... they've no emotions.
- They're hardly human.
He's human, all right.
Riano, send some of the boys out for firewood.
Am I interrupting anything serious?
Jane's got a theory that you were wrong in killing that ape.
- Wrong?
- Cruel.
To whom?
To him.
Why do you laugh, Harry?
Isn't that the best thing to do?
- Is it funny? - Funny?
Extremely.
That you should be considering the feelings of a man-ape.
It's a pity I didn't put two bullets into him and finish the job.
I wouldn't talk like that.
Don't you think it's being melodramatic and absurd?
- Absurd?
- Extremely.
Bwana, Mohammed dead in water. - How did it happen?
- Riano find man's footprint in mud.
You better call the rest of the boys back into camp.
You don't think he did it?
I don't know.
Harry, you can't do that.
- He isn't a wild animal. - He's a murderer.
So were you to him when you killed that ape.
We can't stay here and do nothing while he picks us off one by one.
We've to make him understand we mean him no harm.
- I could make him listen to me. - You can't even talk to him.
I know I could make him understand me.
Please let me try. - It's ridiculous. - Please let me try.
Shall we risk it?
- Perhaps if you think it's all right. Yes. - All right.
You mustn't do that. You promised. Harry, let me speak to him.
Harry, you mustn't.
Bwana.
Blood. I got him.
Tarzan.
Jane?
I wish you'd knock before you enter my boudoir.
I suppose you know that's going to make your head worse.
- Head?
- Yes, head.
Head. That thick bit under your hair.
No, Tarzan.
Oh, dear.
I really can't make you any more bandages.
You'll get dizzy. You'll fall.
You'll hurt yourself. Stop it at once. I'm not a bit amused.
Tarzan. You see, you'll fall.
Tarzan, where are you?
Come up. Where are you?
That wasn't a bit charming. It was just like a nasty, little boy.
- Boy? - Yes.
- Go? - Yes, go.
No.
Don't let me go.
Tarzan, don't.
I didn't say dunk. I said don't.
Tarzan, don't.
Nice Tarzan.
Take Jane bank.
Yeah. Bank.
Fooled you that time.
Tarzan! Watch out!
Help! Tarzan, save me!
What was that?
Where are you going?
Don't take me up. Stop.
Help, Tarzan. Don't.
I think you're the most horrible man I ever knew.
What color are your eyes?
Yes, I know.
The color of the forest. Gray-green.
I wonder what you'd look like dressed.
Pretty good.
You'd be a great success in London... and I believe you'd love it.
Or would you?
Women are such fools.
They'd spoil you.
I don't think you'd better look at me like that.
You're far too attractive.
I love saying things to a man who can't understand... who doesn't even know what kisses are.
Love it.
I daresay you would.
I think we'd better land.
Bank. Land.
Let go, Tarzan.
Go under.
Where are my boots?
I do wish you wouldn't be so playful.
Give me those boots.
Tarzan, please give me those boots.
Tarzan, let go of my foot.
That hurt me.
Don't be so funny. Now let go.
All right. When you've quite finished, I'll put my boots on.
Tarzan, you're tickling. Stop.
- Love it? - No such thing.
You can't get round me like that.
There's quite a difference, isn't there?
Do you like that difference?
You've never seen anyone like me before, have you?
Tarzan, where are you going? Don't go.
Tarzan, please.
- What's going on here?
- Boys tired, bwana.
Tired?
Give me that thing.
You tired?
Is anybody else tired?
Come on.
Tarzan... what am I doing here... alone, with you?
Perhaps I better not think too much about that.
Just be here... be happy.
And I am happy.
Not a bit afraid.
Not a bit sorry.
I wish I could make you understand.
Perhaps I can. Gradually.
Come here.
What are we going to do about us? - Us?
- You and I.
Darling, you got that right.
Tarzan. Jane.
Hurt me. Boy.
Love it.
Jane.
Darling, that's quite a sentence.
Tarzan, what is it?
- Yes, bwana.
- What? You're not fit to go on.
It's time you had a rest. - I'm the best judge of that.
- Rest today. Go on tomorrow. - What's the good of tomorrow to me?
- Tomorrow good like today.
You can do what you like. I'm going on. Come on now, Parker.
Just 10 minutes will refresh you. Come on.
Please.
Just 10 minutes, but no more. - All right.
Riano, some water.
- Yes, bwana.
Those are tears, Tarzan.
You've never seen tears before, have you?
You know why they're there?
We must say goodbye.
I must go to him.
Yes, I must.
I can't do it. He loves me. Love?
He loves me, too.
I'm all he's got.
- Goodbye? Yes.
Tarzan, don't look at me, not like that.
If you do, I shan't be able to go, and I must.
Don't you see?
Goodbye, my dear.
Why, he's brought me back.
Daddy.
There. You're all right, dear.
Don't go!
Come with us. We'll all go back together.
Jane, dear, you belong to us, and he brought you back.
Now you must let him go.
- He belongs to the jungle. - Not now.
He belongs to me.
No, my child.
Stay where you are.
Not a move out of anyone.
Can't stay here and be taken.
If we resist, we'll be butchered.
- Hand over your gun, Riano. - Yes, bwana.
If we do nothing, we stand a better chance of getting away. Perhaps you're right.
Are these pygmies?
No, they're dwarves.
Ready, Jane?
Yes, I'm ready.
- We're getting nearer. - Nearer what?
- I wish I knew.
Go to Tarzan, Cheeta!
It's dark in here. - It is dark, isn't it?
- Don't show any fear.
I'll try not to.
Father, stay close.
Harry, look!
Bwana!
Why have we stopped? Is something wrong?
Tarzan, what is it?
Look, he's wounded.
He wants them to change mounts.
No, we must go on.
But, Daddy, he's dying. I know.
Our one chance...
The elephants' graveyard.
If he's dying, he'll take us there.
But, Daddy, you can't. You're hurt.
No, I'm all right.
He's our one chance.
Tarzan, we must go, too. Understand?
Tarzan, with him.
It's beautiful.
Solemn and beautiful.
We shouldn't be here.
It's riches. Millions.
Parker, it's true.
We knew, didn't we?
Father, what is it?
We came this way once before.
There's something sad about retracing.
You've been very brave, Jane.
He found what he was looking for.
I know that somewhere, wherever the great hunters go, he's happy.
I can't bear to let you say goodbye like this. Goodbye?
You'll be coming back, Harry.
I can see a huge safari with you at the head... bearing ivory down to the coast.
Only this time, there'll be no danger... because we'll be there to protect you every step of the way.
A SHOCHIKU FILM
A PICTURE BOOK FOR GROWN-UPS
I WAS BORN, BUT...
Original Story by JAMES MAKI
Screenplay by AKIRA FUSHIMI
Production Design TAKASHI KAWANO
Screen Adaptation GEIBEI IBUSHIYA
Directed by YASUJIRO OZU
Director of Photography and Editor HIDEO MOHARA
Assistant Directors AKIRA KIYOSUKE, KENKICHI HARA
Art Direction TAKEJIRO TSUNODA, YOSHIRO KIMURA
Set Decoration SHINTARO MIMURA, TSUNETARO INOUE
TATSUO SAITO MITSUKO YOSHIKAWA
HIDEO SUGAWARA TOMIO AOKI aka Tokkan Kozo
TAKESHI SAKAMOTO TERUYO HAYAMI
SEIICHI KATO SHOICHI KOFUJITA
SEIJI NISHIMURA ZENTARO IIJIMA
SHOTARO FUJIMATSU MASAO HAYAMA
MICHIO SATO KUNIYASU HAYASHI
AKIO NOMURA TERUAKI ISHIWATARI
You go on ahead. Tell your mother I went to see Mr. Iwasaki.
Mr. Yoshii stopped in to pay his respects to the boss.
That's why he's a manager. You could learn from him.
Go call somebody.
Welcome to the neighborhood. Need anything from the liquor store?
Not today, thank you. We still have some we brought with us.
Please feel free to ask our houseboy to help with your move.
A funny-looking kid's just moved in.
He's always getting into mischief.
All young boys should have a little mischief in them.
Look at him. He's got a face like a bug.
"Upset tummy. Please don't feed him anything."
Who made my brother cry?
Where did you move here from?
Azabu.
I'll give it to you good at school.
This is our new home.
You need to get along with the local kids.
MORNING...
You like your new school?
We like the walk there and the walk home.
But the part in between isn't much fun.
Aren't they coming to school?
You must get Es for "excellent" at your new school.
I got an E in every subject, including calligraphy and arithmetic.
School's already started.
He's mean.
It's early, but let's eat lunch anyway.
I forgot my chopsticks.
I'm supposed to get an E in calligraphy today.
How's life in the suburbs?
Very quiet. Good for the children too.
Mr. Iwasaki would like to see you.
"Good for the children," he says.
More like good for scoring points by living near the boss.
There's no grade on it.
Are you any good at writing?
Can you write an E just like the teacher does?
I got an E.
Then maybe your father will buy you something special.
That worked well.
Sissies!
Too scared to come to school?
Say that again!
We'll save him for later.
The teacher!
I thought they were going to school every day.
Well, I'm glad to hear he's not sick.
Your younger son's teacher was worried too.
I'll give them a good talking-to.
Ryoichi got an E today.
Dad, you must be tired from working hard all day.
What school did you go to today?
Where did you write that?
Why are you boys skipping school?
Don't you want to become somebody?
Yes, but some bullies at school pick on us.
They can't if you just ignore them.
But they'll still beat us up.
THE NEXT MORNING...
We wouldn't have to go to school if we couldn't get across.
Dad said to ignore them.
But if we do, they'll beat us up for sure.
I wish they'd ignore us when we hit them.
May I use the bathroom?
It's a sparrow's egg.
Why did you bring it to school?
NOT TO BE OUTDONE...
If you eat it, you can be as strong as him.
He ate it. Now he'll be a great fighter.
You know why Mom's so happy?
It's payday for Dad.
I found a sparrow's nest.
I think my mom will buy some beer today.
Would you care for any beer today?
Bring half a dozen bottles, please.
So now will you beat up that bully Kamekichi for us?
My lucky day.
You ought to turn it in to the police.
They'd let me keep it if it were something smaller.
You want change?
Wait here. We'll be right back.
Pick on those two again and you'll hear from me.
Tell him off too.
He's a good customer. His folks buy more than yours.
Who made my kid cry?
His father can look really scary.
That's nothing. You should see what mine can do.
A caramel, Dad?
Can your dads take their teeth out like my dad?
My dad's got lots of suits.
That's 'cause he's a tailor.
My dad's the most important.
That's my dad's car.
So my dad's more important than yours.
My dad's car is fancier.
That's 'cause it's a hearse.
DAYS LATER, THE SPARROW'S EGG HAS AN UNEXPECTED EFFECT...
It's not distemper.
His hair's falling out. Might be something he ate.
Try giving him this.
Maybe you'd better take some too.
Why won't you lie down?
I've got my best clothes on. We're having company tonight.
They're going to show home movies at his place.
I gave you a sparrow's egg, so let me come.
No, you can't come. You didn't give me an egg.
THAT NIGHT...
I brought an egg. Let me watch the movies.
You boys are here too?
It's like the lion on the toothpaste tube.
Which end does the toothpaste come out of?
The tail end.
Are they black stripes on white or the other way around?
Black stripes on white.
No, white stripes on black.
If you're going to be so noisy, go home.
You'd make a good comic actor.
It wasn't fair of you to take those.
Your father's funny.
You think Dad's an important man?
I guess so.
Stupid! He's not.
Oh, you boys are home already.
You tell us to become somebody, but you're nobody!
Why do you have to bow so much to Taro's father?
His father's a big executive in my company.
Why don't you become a big executive?
It isn't that easy. I'm one of his employees.
He pays my salary.
Then don't let him pay you.
Yeah!
You pay him instead!
If he didn't pay me, you couldn't go to school.
You couldn't eat.
Let's not eat anything starting tomorrow.
Why is Taro's father a big executive and you're not?
Because he has money.
Does money make him important?
Some people without money are important too.
Are you important?
Why are you pestering me with these questions?
See?
He's not.
I'm not afraid of you.
You're a weakling.
A yellowbelly.
Be good boys and stop your crying.
I'm stronger than Taro, and I get better grades.
If I have to work for him when I grow up, then I'm not going to school anymore.
You got a spanking.
Just 'cause he spanked me doesn't make him important.
I give up.
I need a drink.
Couldn't you have explained it to them a little more gently?
I know how they feel.
But what else could I have said?
Do you think they really understood?
It's a problem kids these days will face all their lives.
I don't cozy up to the boss because I enjoy it.
Are you kidding?
But we're far better off now than we were before.
I know that.
Will they lead the same sorry lives we have?
Don't become miserable apple-polishers like me, boys.
THE NEXT MORNING...
Hurry up, before your father scolds you.
We're not eating.
We don't want anything.
Make them some rice balls.
How about growing up to be even greater men than your father?
I'm counting on you both to be big successes!
What are you going to be when you grow up?
A lieutenant general.
Why not a full general?
He says I can't. That's what he's gonna be.
AND SO, AS USUAL...
You better go say good morning to him, Dad.
Who's got the best dad, you or us?
You do.
No, you do.
THE END
'Ecstasy'
'Welcome'
Telegram
Berlin: 'Our most heartfelt congratulations.'
The Schmidt Family.
Cry, when love broke your heart...
Flowers bloom and wither to then grow again, when the sweet song of the birds is heard in the fields and woods.
Like a man's love comes back with wanting and regrets, like the blood runs back to the heart, that's how life circulates.
Cry, when love broke your heart.
Cry, why shouldn't you?
And laugh, like youth and beauty do when life still promises joy and happiness.
Cry, when love broke your heart.
Cry, why shouldn't you?
Eva!
Eva!
Eva!
Hello?
Dad...
Telephone.
Come.
Hello.
No.
No.
What?
Yes.
Good night.
Why did I have to lie?
So that I have my peace.
So that you have your peace.
What happened?
Nothing, Dad.
Nothing? !
As if I could hear your mum talk.
You still have your whole life ahead.
Yes, that's exactly why.
Good night.
Daddy!
I have never understood you, neither you nor your mother.
...Eva Hermann, Defendant, Emil Hermann.
Asking for divorce of their marriage because of unmendable differences.
Put that in the next paragraph and use stamps 5 and 10.
The request for divorce, because of unmendable differences caused by the defendant, is based on the following reasons, hyphen...
This horrible cold!
My marriage was a mistake.
The very first day of it, I realized that we didn't have anything in common at all.
Perlod.
Where is my handkerchief?
From the very first day on, the defendants behavior...
No, the defendants egotistic and careless behavior... behavior...
Is it gonna be much longer?
I need more paper.
Three more pages.
Loni!
Loni!
Okay, this evening.
But into town I have to drive alone...
Because of the people.
Where have you been?
We have been waiting for you, the whole night.
What more do you want from me?
You.
It's too late.
Are you driving into town?
Would you take me along?
A glass of water, please.
Of course.
Some change, please.
Some change, please.
Change, please...
Some change please...
There you go.
Six cylinders?
Nice car.
I'm happy that I have met you.
Today I wouldn't wanna break my neck.
I have...
I also will buy a car.
Also a two-seater.
Why should I drag along a third person?
Isn't it?
Don't you feel well?
May I take you to a hotel?
You have to take a rest.
It's the heat.
It's okay.
You will see, tomorrow you will feel a lot better.
I think so, too.
Good evening.
Do you have another wish?
No.
'My dear Mother!
Today, it is... '
Terrlble...
And I'm partly responsible.
What...?
You know who that is?
No.
I don't know...
We came here together.
I should have seen it in his eyes.
And I could have prevented it...
If I consider that he had also loved someone.
So you don't know it?
Come...
We will wait at the train station overnight.
Excuse me.
Do we now have a connection to Berlin?
No, first there is one in the other direction, but the next one has a connection.
Thank you.
There you can still sleep for a long time.
Your son had an accident. Please come immediately.
Tell him...
No...
Don't tell him anything.
(chanting work song)
(work song continues)
End
Cast
Eva's father
- Leopold Kramer
Worker
- Eduard Slegl Antonin Kibovy
Dancer
- Jan Svitak
Director
- Gustav Machaty
Assistant Director/scene designer - Alexander Hackenschmied
Scrlpt
- Gustav Machaty and Frantisek Horky
Camera
- Jan Stallich Hans Androschin
Architect
- Bohumil Hes Stepan Kopecky
Musik - Giuseppe Becce
Musical arrangement - Franz Schimak Walter Kiesow
Song lyrics - Hedy Knorr
Song arrangement - Walter Kiesow
Production - Gustav Machaty for Elektra Film AG
Producer - Gustav Machaty
Editing - Antonin Zelenka
Sound - Josef Zora
Studio
- AB Vinohrady, Prague Schonbrunn Atelier, Vienna
Film Remasterlng
Technician
Scientific Director
LAND WITHOUT BREAD
This film was shot in 1932 soon after the founding of the Spanish Republic.
The region we are going to visit is called Las Hurdes.
It's barren and inhospitable and man is forced to fight for subsistence.
The first road to las Hurdes was built only in 1922.
Before that, it was unknown to the rest of the world and even in Spain.
On the way to Las Hurdes, we pass La Alberca.
It's a bit more prosperous, but still feudal.
Almost all the inhabitants of Las Hurdes are in debt to this town.
The church at La Alberca.
Two skulls in their niches symbolise the town's destiny.
Most homes have three storeys.
This is rare in Spain and gives the streets a medieval aspect.
Many homes have a religious text over the door:
"Ave Maria, conceived without sin."
The day we arrived, the women were dressed in their finery.
Why were they dressed so beautifully?
They said they were going to the plaza for an annual ceremony that's strange and barbaric.
Newly wedded men gather.
Each must take up the head of a rooster.
A rope extends across the street.
On it hangs a rooster tied by the legs.
The men gallop by and try to catch a head.
After parading in triumph with the heads the grooms offer everyone wine.
It's a time for enjoyment.
In the crowd, a baby adorned with silver medals.
They are like amulets from Africa or Oceania.
By 7 pm almost everyone is drunk.
3 kilometers away, from a hill top we look down on the 52 villages of Las Hurdes.
They have a total population of ten thousand.
Down steep slopes to the valley of the Batuecas inhabited by a solitary monk and his maid.
For centuries this has been home to monks of the Carmelite order.
They preached Christianity in the villages of Las Hurdes.
Batuecas has a rich prehistory.
Skilful cave paintings representing men, goats and bees.
Toads, snakes and lizards are now the only inhabitants of these ruins.
Rich vegetation with more than 200 species of trees.
Yet 5 kilometres from this fertile valley there are almost no trees.
Just a few fruit trees, rockroses and heather.
The convent is surrounded by an 8 kilometer wall.
It protects from attacks by wolves and wild boar.
Inside are the scattered ruins of 18 hermitages.
Each is marked by a cypress or two.
Beyond here... .. lies Las Hurdes proper.
We are entering the barren lands of Las Hurdes.
The village of Aceitunilla is in one of the poorest valleys.
The white building is the school, built recently.
On its sloping streets we encounter daily life.
Strange, but we never heard anyone singing in Las Hurdes.
A miserable rivulet runs through the village down from the hills.
In summer, water in scarce.
The villagers are obliged to use this filthy water.
Strange things go on here.
The rivulet serves many purposes.
Three children eat a slice of bread dipped in water.
Until recently bread was almost unheard of here.
It was given them by their teacher who makes the children eat in his presence fearing their parents will take it from themif they take it home.
The children are summoned to school.
These ragged, barefoot urchins receive the same education as children the world over.
Clothing is brought back by Hurdanos who leave each summer for Castilla and Andalusia.
They go there mainly to beg.
When they return, they exchange clothing for potatoes.
These hungry children are learning algebra.
In some villages of Las Hurdes most of the children are orphans.
They are abandoned children whom the women of Las Hurdes bring back from Public Assistance in Cuidad Rodrigo a two-day walk away across the hills.
The women raise the children in exchange for 15 pesetas a month.
This miserable sum is enough for an entire family... .. until the not-so-distant day when the practice is outlawed.
An unexpected and shocking picture we saw in the school.
Who could have made this absurd engraving?
We opened at random a book of maxims we found on a table.
One of the best students writes on a slate one of the book's maxims.
It's the same the world over: "Respect other people's property!"
In this relatively fertile valley there are some walnut, cherry and olive trees.
This is the village of Martilandran.
The shapes between the trees, resembling the shell of some mythical animal are just the roof tiles of the village.
Entering the village, we are greeted by a chorus of coughing.
Most of the villagers are ill.
It's a scene of devastating misery.
The principle disease here is goitre.
Look at this woman with her goitre:
She's only 32 years old.
We visit the village in the company of the mayor.
On an empty street we see a girl.
We ask the mayor what's wrong with her.
He tells us the girl's been there 3 days without moving.
She must be sick.
One of us goes up to her to find out what's wrong with her throat.
He asks her to open her mouth.
Her gums and throat are inflamed.
Sadly there's nothing we can do for her.
Two days later we returned to the village.
We asked after the girl and were told she had died.
What do the people of this sterile land eat?
Almost the only food here is potatoes and beans,and then not always.
Especially in June and July there's not enough food.
The only meat is pork.
But only the wealthier families have a pig.
Once a year a pig is slaughtered. The meat lasts three days.
Olive trees grow in more fertile spots.
But the olives are usually eaten by insects.
The best animal for such infertile land is the goat.
Its milk is reserved for the gravely ill, who mop it up with bread brought from afar by the beggars, and given only to the sick.
Goat meat is only eaten when a goat dies.
This happens from time to time on the steep slopes.
The main industry in Las Hurdes is apiculture.
But most of the hives don't belong to the Hurdanos.
And the honey the bees get from heather is very bitter.
The owners of the hives are from La Alberca.
They only let the Hurdanos have the hives in winter.
It's milder here than in the neighbouring province of Salamanca.
In spring they take the hives to Castilla.
Then, it's common to see pack animals laden with hives heading for Castilla.
One day, we came across a donkey laden with hives.
Two Hurdanos are taking it to Salamanca.
Later, while we were eating, we were asked for help.
The donkey was tied up and one of the hives had fallen.
It was being attacked by bees.
It tried to defend itself but more hives had fallen.
And swarms of bees had descended on it.
An hour later it was dead.
A month before our arrival three men and eleven donkeys had died the same way.
May and June are the hardest months in Las Hurdes.
The potatoes have run out.
The villagers eat unripe cherries.
It gives them dysentery.
This is when the exodus begins.
All the able-bodied men who don't have a fever head for Castilla or Extremadura to find work in the fields.
We came across several of these caravans: of 10, 30, 50 men.
They were carrying only a blanket.
They have neither money nor bread and they are going on foot to find work.
We came upon another group several days later.
They were returning as they'd come, without money or bread.
How do the Hurdanos prepare the land to grow their crops?
First they choose a spot close to the riverbank.
Then they cut down the rockrose and heather.
Their tools are rudimentary: pickaxe and shovel.
These are the only tools they have.
The plough is almost unknown.
Once the plot has been cleared they put up stone walls, without mortar.
The wall will protect the plot from winter floods.
One the wall is up, they have to look for fertile soil in the hills.
They put it in sacks and carry them through the brambles to their plots.
This usually takes several weeks.
A thin layer of fertile soil now covers the plots.
The first year sees an abundant harvest, but then the soil is exhausted.
There's no nitrogen and it turns sterile.
All the plots in Las Hurdes are thin bands beside a river.
Winter storms can destroy the work of a whole year.
A characteristic winding river in Las Hurdes with tiny plots beside it.
With no money or domestic animals .the Hurdanos have no fertiliser.
They have to go up into the hills to look for it.
That's what this family is doing.
The way is hard and footwear is scarce.
The best fertiliser is made by the Hurdanos themselves from the dry leaves of the strawberry tree.
They fill their sacks with the precious leaves.
But there are many snakes hereabouts.
This villager was bitten a few days ago while collecting leaves.
The bite itself is hardly ever mortal.
But, by trying to cure themselves, the Hurdanos sometimes die.
Having collected their leaves the villagers return home.
They spread out the contents of their sacks indoors.
People and animals alike sleep on the leaves.
The leaves gradually decompose. And, several months later:
...they can be used as fertiliser.
A house in Fragosa.
A bed of leaves extends from the doorway.
Every home in Las Hurdes is like this.
A typical interior.
The utensils are primitive and few.
The smoke escapes where it can. There's no chimney or windows.
In summer the water courses run almost dry.
This leads to malaria brought by anophelese mosquitos.
Almost everyone in Las Hurdes has malaria.
A battle against the disease is being fought by doctors in the three "Trading Posts" of Las Hurdes.
The larvae have to rise to the surface to breathe.
If it stays parallel to the surface it's anophelese.
If it stays perpendicular, it's a culex larva: and harmless.
The adult anophelese is found in every home.
See how it rests perpendicular to the wall.
The outcome of an anophelese bite.
This man has a fever.
We encounter many sick people in the streets.
This sick woman on a balcony is unaware of our presence.
Balconies are rare in Las Hurdes.
There are many dwarfs and cretins in Las Altas Hurdes.
Their families usually employ them as goat herds.
Some are dangerous.
They flee from other people or attack them with stones.
They are found at nightfall in the hills as they return to their village.
We found it very hard to film them.
The realism of a painting by Zurbaran or Ribera is nothing to reality itself.
The degenaration of these people is caused mainly by hunger lack of hygiene, poverty and incest.
The shortest person here is 28 years old.
An older cretin.
We were only able to film these virtual savageswith the help of a friend from Las Hurdes, who acted as intermediary.
One day we saw a group of people in front of a doorway.
A child has just died.
The mother.
A death is one of the rare events in these miserable villages.
The women gather at the house of the deceased.
It's hard to transport a corpse.
Most villages don't have a cemetery.
They have to take this child to the cemeteryin Nunomoral.
We decided to follow.
The body was placed on a trough and carried for several miles through the thickets.
If the dead person is an adult the body is tied to a ladder and carried to the cemetery.
It's a journey that can take hours.
Crossing a river with a corpse.
Despite the misery in which the Hurdanos live their moral and religious sense is the same as anywhere else in the world.
Each grave is indicated by a cross.
Or by a piece of wood.
The only luxuries in Las Hurdes are the churches.
This is in one of the poorest villages.
A better-off home.
Father, son, daughter-in-law and two grandchildren.
The paper cut-outs on the wall add a touch of interior design.
In some villages, a woman roams the streets at night.
She announces deaths.
She rings a bell and stops to pray.
Everyone lives in a single room.
But this home is a little more comfortable.
There's a stable on the ground floor and upstairs a kitchen and living space.
There's even a bed.
In winter, the Hurdanos sleep fully clothed.
The wear their clothes until they wear out.
This woman says:
"Nothing keeps one awake more than thoughts of death...
"Or reciting an Ave Maria for someone's soul."
We left after two months in Las Hurdes.
The misery shown in this film is not without remedy.
Elsewhere in Spain, hill people, peasants and workers have achieved better conditions through mutual self-help.
They have made demands of the authorities for a better life.
...will give impetus to the coming elections and lead to a Popular Front government.
The military rebellion backed by Hitler and Mussolini seeks to bring back the privileges of the rich.
But the workers and peasants of Spain will defeat Franco and his cronies.
With the help of anti-fascists from all over the world civil war will give way to peace, work and happiness.
And the miserable homes you saw in this film will disappear for ever.
Previously On "Ugly Betty"...
I Got It. Here It Is.
Who Is That?
You Surprise Me,Betty.
Breaking Into My Apartment?
I Was Just There For The Book.
I Didn't Mean To Hear Anybody Having Sex. Dwayne And I Are Dear Old Friends.
That Had Nothing To Do With Bradford.
Keep Your Mouth Shut And Your Old Man Comes Home.
So Lie To Daniel?
Not Lie, Just Don't Say Anything.
That Crack House In The Bronx. I Want To See My Children.
Look,They're A Family. Let's Go To Italy.
I Object!
Edyou Wait Till Now To Tell Me?
You're Fired.
That Woman Doesn't Love You. Get Out Of My Way.
From This Day-
Dad!
Someone Call 9-1-1.
Don't You Dare Die!
This Is Suzuki St. Pierre With More Meade Madness.
While There's No Actual News To Report On The Condition
Of Publishing Tycoon Bradford Meade,
There's Plenty Of Gossip And Innuendo,
And That's Good Enough For Me.
Oh,My God,Alexis.
How Are You? How-How's Your Dad?
He's,Uh... He's Still Unconscious.
It Was A Massive Heart Attack.
Alexis,The Doctor Wants To Talk To Us.
Hey,Thanks For Coming.
Of Course,Daniel,I-
It Means A Lot To Me To Have You Here. Of Course.
Come On.
I Don't Think He Saw You.
No,He Saw Me.
He Hates Me.
I Really Am Fired.
What Are You Gonna Do Now?
Clean Out My Desk.
Um,Hello?
Oh,Hey.
I Know You. Betty Suarez.
I'm L'amanda. Weekend Security.
La-Manda?
That's Funny,'Cse,Uh, The Girl Who Normally Sits Here,
Her Name Is A-Manda. Well,I'm Better.
So,Uh, I See You The Girl
That's Datin' That Henry Grubstick.
You Know,He Sometime Come In Here On Saturday']
Yeah,I Mean,I Guess He's Kinda My Boyfriend.
He Sure Is Sweet. I Call Him Sugarstick.
Like To Lick Some Of That. You Ever Try?
Um,Well,We Kiss...
And Other Things.
Wow,Uh,It's Quiet Here On The Weekends.
Just Like I Like It. Why Are You In Here?
Oh,I'm Cleaning Out My Desk.
I Got Fired.
Rough. Sugarstick Know?
No,Actually, I Haven't Told Him.
Oh,Well, I May Have A Shot.
Men Like A Woman With A Job.
Okay,I'm,Uh,Gonna...
Well,Take Care Of Your Business,Sister.
You've Had A Rough Year At This Place,Too.
Hey,That's My Bunny.
Oh,My God,It's Me.
You're... Me.
I... I Don't Understand.
Are You My Ghost?
Am I Dead?
They Buried In My Poncho?
No,It's My First Day Of Work,And-
Hey,You're Me In The Future.
Tell Me What Happens. Am I Running The Magazine?
No. You Get Fired And Leave In Disgrace.
Yeah,Right. That's Funny.
Hey,I've Been Looking For That.
I Thought Amanda Took It.
I Just Met Her. She Seems Kind Of Mean,
But Maybe Shs Just Having A Bad Day.
No,She's Mean. But I Need That Back.
I'm Packing All My Things Up. Hold On.
You Mean You Actually Got Fired?
How Did That Happen?
I Lied To Daniel, And He Found Out.
You Lied?
I Had To.
Wilhelmina Caught Me Breaking Into Her Apartment
To Steal The Book. Whoa,Wait.
You Broke Into An Apartment And Stole Something?
Look,I Was Just Doing My Job.
Wow. What's Happened To You? I Mean,You've Changed.
I Barely Even Recognize You Except For The Braces,
And God,When Are We Getting Those Off?
Look, I Have Not Changed,
And Gosh,You Ask A Lot Of Questions.
Well,Only Because I Can't Imagine
How You're Doing The Things You're Doing.
We're Just Not That Kind Of Girl.
Look,You're A Sweet Kid,Okay?
But You're Young And Naive,
And It's A Lot Trickier Than You Think.
Well,I Don't See What's So Tricky About It.
I Mean,If It's So Hard To Be A Good Person In This Place,
Well,Then Maybe It's A Good Thing We're Leaving.
Betty.
Christina,Are You Real?
Are We Done With This Game Then? Yeah.
I Came To Help You Pack Up Your Things.
I Thought This Might Be A Bit Hard For You.
Christina,Have I Changed...
Since I First Started At "Mode"?
Well,I Think It's Hard Not To Change.
I Don't Know. It's This Place.
It Does Something To You.
Can You Believe This Is Even Happening?
Bradford Seemed Fine.
No,And He's Still Handsome
In,Like,A Sean Connery Kind Of Way.
Why Is It Always Sadder When Tragedy Strikes Hot People?
No,I Want You To Get The Hell Out Of Here!
Daniel, Let's Not Make A Scene. Intensive Care Is For Family Members,
And Since You Never Married My Father,
You're Not Part Of The Family. Stay Out.
I'm Sorry You All Had To See That.
I Caught Him Poking Around The Morphine Drawer.
I Swear,Underneath It All, He's Still A Good Boy.
Marc,Get The Car. On It.
All Right,People, Get Out Of The Way.
I Got A Very Important Person Here.
Come On,You Wanna Earn The Badge? Let's Go.
Out Of The Way, Looky-Loos.
My Name Is Marc St. James,
And I'm Playing A Part In This Drama.
Bradford Meade's To-Die-For Cavalli Suit
May Have Been Just That.
The Publishing Tycoon Was Rushed
I'm Just Wanna Check On The Football Score. Football?
Bradford Meade Is In The Hospital.
I'm Sure All The Games Have Been Canceled.
Hello. Any News On Mr. Meade?
They Still Haven't Found The Suit. No,I Mean, How Is Mr. Meade?
Well,He's In A Robin's Egg Blue Hospital Gown
They Say He's Still Unconscious.
What Is That?
Uh,My Things From The Office.
Oh,My Baby.
I'm So Sorry.
I Know How Much This Job Meant To You.
It's Okay,Dad. I'm Okay.
Give Me Daniel's Number.
I'll Tell Him The Only Reason You Lied To Him
About Wilhelmina's Affair Was To Get Me Home From Mexico.
Dad,No. Look,It's - It's Probably All For The Best.
Good For You,Honey.
Next,You Join A Gym And Get Smoking Hot.
Then When You Run Into Daniel,
He'll Be Begging You To Come Back.
That's The Way I Always Play It.
Mija, You Okay?
I've Just-
I've Been Thinking About This Last Year,
And... Dad,I've Done Things That I Never Thought I'd Do.
And I Was The One Person Daniel Trusted.
I Let Him Down.
Hello,Betty. So Much For My Nap.
Mrs. Meade,You're Alive And In My Bedroom.
Actually, In Our Last Hideout,
We Had Separate Rooms And A Fireplace.
Um,Okay,Uh,I Don't Even Know Who You Are,
But You Can't Be Here.
Betty,I'm Leaving The Country Tonight,
But I Need A Favor.
Um,No. No,I-I Can't Help You Get Out Of The Country.
You're A Felon. You Could Get Us All In Trouble,
And My Father Just Became A Citizen.
Here,I Can Give You A Hat. What About This Sweater? I Like This.
It's Not For Me. It's For My Children.
I Told You, They Gon' Be Fine.
They White.
I Need To Find Out If Bradford's Changed The Will.
If Wilhelmina Got To Him,
He May Have Left Her The Company.
And I Can't Disappear Without Knowing
My Children Are Taken Care Of.
How Am I Supposed To Know Anything About Bradford's Will?
I Will Tell You Where It Is And How To Get It.
It's Right In His Office.
No. I Don't Know. Mrs. Meade,I Don't Know.
I Mean This Is Exactly The Type Of Thing
I Need To Stop Doing.
Why Would You Stop Helping People You Care About?
I Thought You And Daniel Were Friends.
You're My Only Hope.
Fine.
Fine,I Will Do It, But For Daniel.
I Owe Him This.
I Just Spoke To Amanda.
No Change. Bradford's Still Unconscious.
It Was A Beautiful Wedding, Willie,
Right Up Until The Heart Attack.
Yes,And Thanks To His Inconvenient Collapse,
Now My Future Is In Limbo.
Oh,I Know You Don't Like The Limbo
Or The Electric Slide Or Any Forced Party Dancing.
I Was Supposed To Walk Into That Building On Monday
As Mrs. Bradford Meade, Owning Half The Company.
Without That Ring On My Finger, I Don't Know Where I Stand.
I Know He Changed The Will.
I Just Don't Know What It Says.
For All I Know,
He Could Be Leaving Everything To... Charity.
Marc,I Think You Know What We Need To Do.
Find This Chity Person And Kill Her.
We Need To Get Our Hands On The Will.
Yeah.
Hey,L'amanda.
I Just Forgot One Thing. I Need To Scoot Back To My Desk.
Sorry. Aah,Excuse Me?
You Are No Longer Permitd In These Offices.
Now I Have Received Word You Are No Longer An Employee.
You Received Word From Me. I Told You That.
If I Hadn't, You Wouldn't Know. Suarez,I Have A Gun,
And I Will Not Hesitate To Use It.
They Give You A Gun?
No,Girl, They Didn't Give Me No Gun,
But I Swear To You, I Will Jump Out This Circle Desk
And Tackle You. It'll Just Be A Second.
Okay,Here I Come, 'Cause See,You - Okay,Okay,Okay.
I'm Going. Get On Outta Here.
That's Right,And Trust Me, You Don't Want To Mix Up
With The Weekend Security, Suarez.
Respect Yourself And Get Outta Here.
I See U,Suarez!
Hey,Are You Okay?
Oh,Yeah,My Father's Upstairs Fighting For His Life.
I'm Taking It Out On This Vending Machine.
He's Gonna Be Okay,Daniel.
You Told Everyone That Yourself.
Come On,Amanda.
It's Just...
You Always Think You're Gonna Have More Time With Someone.
I Never Told Him I Loved Him.
Do You Love Him?
Yes.
Yes.
We Were Just Never One Of Those Families.
We Never Said It.
Look,Daniel,
You May Never Have Gotten His Love Or Approval,
But At Least You Got His Jawline.
Daniel,He's Not Gone.
He's Right Upstairs,
And You Can Still Go Tell Him Anything You Want To.
Hey,L'amanda.
Hey,Cutie-Pie.
You Just Missed Your Girlfriend,Betty Suarez.
Ugh. Girlfriend. Please.
I Don't Know How Many Times I Have To Tell That Girl,
That Is Not The Way I Roll.
Oh,Really?
Oh,No.
I'm Sweet Like Sugar, Soft Like Suede,
But Unlike A Piano, I Never Get Played.
Ooh,Honey,Listen,
I Will Play You Like Stevie Wonder
Sugarstick, Where You Been All My Life?
Math Camp.
Mm,Well,1 Plus 1...
Is 2.
I Knew That.
I Knew You Knew That.
I'm Glad You Knew That I Knew That You Knew
That I Knew That.
Betty?
Who The Hell Are You?
Uh,Cable Company.
I Didn't Let Anyone In From A Cable Company.
The Cable Company.
Seriously?
Mrs. Meade?
How Many Homes Did You Break Into
Before You Got Caught?
The Cable Company.
You Tell Me That I'm Stupid...
Why You Got To Be Bustin' Me Out Like That In Front Of People?
Fish,Don't Do This, And Fish Don't Do That. I Told You This Was Not A Good-
You Know Exactly What You're Doing... Everybody Believes Somebody Came...
Mr. Suarez, So Nice To See You Again. Hi.
I'm Just Saying,
You Looked A Little Too Into The Whole Sugarstick Thing.
Hey,I Let You Slip Past L'amanda
So You Can Get The Key To The Executive Floor.
It's Kind Of Nice Having The Sweetness Recognized. I Call You Sweet All The Time.
I Know. I'm Just Playin' Ya. Don't Do That.
Sorry. Okay,I'm Gonna Go In And Look For The Safe.
You Be Lookout. Oh,No,I Wanna Look For The Safe.
No,You're Lookout. Okay,You're Acting Sort Of Bossy.
Oh. Oh,God,I-I Am.
I Used To Just Be A Liar And A Thief,
And Now I'm Bossy,Too.
Sweetie,If It Makes You Feel Any Better,
You've Always Been A Little Bossy. Oh,Thank You, Sugarstick.
If I Ate Lunch,
Now Would Be The Time To Lose It.
What Are You Two Doing Here?
I Imagine E Same Thing You're Doing Here.
You're Looking For A Memento
To Remember Your Dying Husband?
Oh,Um, Technically Fianc?
That's One.
Yes,Uh,We Are Here Looking For A Memento,Too.
Yeah,Mr. Meade Meant A Lot To Me,
Being My Girlfriend's Boss' Father.
Well,Don't Let Us Stop You.
Or Us You.
Nope.
No Memento There.
Nothing In Here,Either.
What Is It?
Everyone's Salaries.
Nice,Willie.
Oh,Let's End This.
I Can't Stand Another Minute In This Room
With Tweedledee And Tweedle Diego.
Obviously,You Want To Find The Will For Daniel.
I Don't Know What You're Talking About.
Oh,Betty. We Both Want The Same Thing.
Why Don't We Agree To Find The Will,
Read It,Shake Hands,
Wash Our Hands And Go On With Our Lives?
Please, Do You Really Think
I Enjoy Scheming,Lying, And Scurrying About
Like Some Rat With Great Cheekbones?
Yes,I Think You Do.
Mm,Maybe A Little.
But Seriously, I Am Tired Of The Drama.
So Much Drama.
The Will Is In The Wall Safe.
I Have The Combination.
I low Ouyou'ren Trble,Mrs. Meade,
But I Don't Like It.
My Betty's Doing Things She Shouldn't Be Doing. I Did Not Force Her To Do Anything.
She Said She Wanted Do It For Daniel.
Daniel? After The Way He Treated Her?
Why?
What-What Happened?
I'll Tell You What Happened.
Papi.
It's My Other Daughter. Hide.
She Won't Like This.
Are You There?
What Are You Doing Lying On Betty's Bed?
Oh,Nothing.
Putting Away Some Clothes And Got Tired.
Who's She?
Exterminator.
Unbelievable.
Mrs. Meade?
You Are The Worst Fugitive In The World.
Okay,Just So We're Clear, We Read The Will,
And No Matter Who Wins, We Respect Mr. Meade's Wishes.
Agreed.
I Just Want To Be Done Here
And Go Back To Mourning My Late Husband.
Um,He's Not Dead Yet,
And,Once Again, You're Not Technically Married.
That's Two.
Just Know,People Don't Make It To Three.
Okay,Uh,Here We Go.
Oh,Al Capone's Vault. It's Empty.
The Boat Takes Us To Naples, We Clear Customs,
We Start A New Life In Italy. If You Make It.
We Gon' Make It.
You Have Passports?
Ooh,Darn, We Forgot The Passport-
Yeah,We Got Some Passports. Show 'Em.
I Have The Travel Documents.
She Has The Puzzles.
Are You Out Of Your Mind?
What?
Well,She Kinda Looks Like The Picture
On Her Fake Passport,
But,Um,You Don't,
And You're Claire Meade.
Your Face Is Everywhere.
If You Wanna Be "Maria Elena Sonzoni"...
You Gotta Look Like Maria Elena Sonzoni.
I'm Sorry,But I Just Haven't Had Time For A Makeover.
Oh. Well...
Lady Fugitive,You Have Come To The Right Place.
The Will's Supposed To Be In The Safe.
I Don't Understand.
Damn Bradford.
Always So Paranoid. Everything Was Such A Secret.
Secret. Secret?
Secret Room! Secret Room!
What Room?
What Are You Talking About?
What's Going On?
Oh,Betty,There's Something On Your Glasses.
Really?
Oops. Sorry.
Oh,My God, That Actually Worked.
Come On,Curly. Right Behind You,Moe.
Marc! Marc! Marc,No!
No,No! Marcmarc!
So What Do You Think?
Sweet.
You Know,You Could Do A Lot Of Business
In The Escapee Community.
You Look Like Chita Rivera.
What?
No,No,No, That's A Compliment.
It's Okay,Dad.
You Don't Have To Fight Anymore.
Just Know That I Love You.
If You're Ready, You Can Go.
What Are You Doing?
I'm Helping Him.
Go. Go Towards The Light.
No,Dad. Don't Go To The Light.
Light Bad. No Light,No - Will You Stop?
The Doctors Practically Told Us
He's Not Going To Come Out Of This. Dad-
He Is T Gonna Die. Stay Away From That Damn Light,Dad.
Daniel,I Am Trying To Help Him Find The Light. Listen To Me.
What Are You Doing?
You're Not Helping Him. Yes,I Am Helping Him.
You're Sending Him To The Light. He's Not - Will You Two Stop Fighting?
Dad? You're Awake.
Dad,Can You Hear Us?
Dad. See? Ow.
Mr. Meade And Fey Sommers Had A Secret Sex Room?
Yeah. I Know About It. Marc Knows About It.
That's Where The Will Has To Be.
Does Anybody Else Know About It?
Um,Yeah,Christina. Oh,And I Think Amanda.
Oh,So Apparently Everyone Knew
About The Big,Fancy Sex Room, Except For Me.
What Is Going On? I Keep Calling
Your Girlfriend L'amanda To Get Us Out Of Here,
And She's Not Answering.
Oh,Yes.
What?
What Are You Looking At?
That Grate.
It Gets Us Into The Vents And The Vents Go Everywhere.
This Could Be Our Way Out.
Hold On,Agent Bauer.
We Are Not Wriggling Through A Heating System.
Do You Want To Get That Will Or Not?
Now Come Over Here.
I'll Climb Up First, And Then I'll Pull You Up. Wow. Now Who's The Bossy One?
You Know You Love It. True.
Wow. I Can't Believe This Even Exists,
That Bradford Was Even Into This.
He Never Invited Me Down Here.
I Can Do That.
Ooh,I Like This.
Ooh,I Got It. I Got It. I Got It.
I Got It. I Got It. I Got It.
What Does It Say?
Well,Give Me A Minute.
I Haven't Read That Many Wills Before.
Oh! Okay,Uh,Uh,
"And Wilhelmina Slater Will Share My Estate"...
"Including, But Not Limited
To The Holdings Of Meade Publications"... I'm Getting A Good Feeling.
"Upon The Pronouncement Of Our Marriage. "
And There Goes That Feeling. It's Over. We're Sunk.
Upon Pronouncement Of Our Marriage.
Oh, I'm Gonna Have To Go Back
To Dancing In A Cage In My Underwear.
Hold On.
Perhaps There's Another Option.
Oh,Thank God, Because To Be Honest With You,
I Only Had This One Move. Ow.
There Still Might Be Another Way
To Legally Become Mrs. Bradford Meade.
'Cause I Think I Smell A Plan Brewing.
We're In A Vent.
Can You Believe This?
We Are Actually Crawling Through A Vent.
My Mother Never Even Let Me Put My Feet On The Sofa.
I Can't Believe You're Enjoying This.
I'm Hot,And I'm Sweaty, And I Give Up.
Betty,Come On. Tap In To Your Inner Action Hero.
Okay,Mexicans Don't Have Action Herry.
H Weave A Speedy Little Mouse.
Oh,Wait,Wait. We're Coming Up To It.
Oh,Thank God. If I Didn't Think We Were Running Out Of Oxygen,
I'd Kiss You. Now You Said That The Secret Room
Is Right Behind The Closet,Right? Uh-Huh.
We Went 30 Yards At A 40-Degree Angle
From The Elevator.
Well,If My Calcations Are Correc..
Found It.
Ooh,L'amanda. Yes?
I Couldn't Stay Away.
When There's Chemistry, There's Chemistry.
L'amanda-
You And I Are Like Water And Magnesium.
E - Explosive.
I Am Gonna Learn So Much From You.
No! No.
L'amanda,I Can't Do This. I'm A Dog.
I Will Break Your Heart. Let's Never Speak Of This Again.
No,But-
But I Like Dogs.
Daniel?
Yeah,It's Me,Dad.
I'm Glad You're Here.
Yeah,Me,Too.
Alexis Just Went Out To Get You Some Water.
Look,Uh,There's Something...
I - I've Been Wanting To Say To You.
And It's,Uh, Just,It's Hard For Me.
I Mean,We Talk...
But We Don't Really Talk.
I Don't Know Why.
You're Gonna Be Okay.
Listen...
I'm Just Gonna Tell The Doctor You're Awak
I Love You,Too,Son.
Mrs. Meade,It's Me.
I Found The Will.
And?
Daniel And Alexis Are Okay.
Oh,Thank You. Oh,I'll Never Forget This.
Can We Please Get Out Of Here?
Because I Am Really Starting To Lead L'amanda On.
I Just Need To Do One More Thing.
I Need To Leave A Strongly Worded Note
To That Jerk Marc. Okay.
"Dear Marc" - No. "Marc. "
Good.
Yeah.
Please Thank Betty Again For Me.
Now I Can Leave In Peace.
Yeah 'Cause Crossing The Atlantic
Was Gon' Be A Bitch If She Was In One Of Her Moods.
Hey,Can I Eat Dinner In Front Of The Tv?
They're Doing An Interview On Christina Aguilera
About The Meade Wedding. I Am Such An Ag-Hag.
You Look Familiar.
She's Just An Old Friend Of The Family.
Can't Quite Place The Face. A Little Chita Rivera,Right?
So Can I Eat And Watch?
Sure,Honey.
Thanks. Love You,Mom.
I Love You,Too.
You,Uh... Have A Very Sweet Boy.
Thank You.
I Can't Do It,
Not Without Seeing My Children.
I Have To Get To The Hospital. Would You Please Take Me?
Fish,No.
Now You Walk Up In There,You Caught.
I'll Be Okay. Now Wait Here.
We Are Going To Italy.
But If I'm Not Back By 8:00,
Promise You'll Go Without Me.
"So In Conclusion,
You Are A Weenie. "
You're Taking A Writing Class?
I Repeated My Thesis. He Is A Weenie.
And Now I'm Gonna Put It Where He Can't Miss It.
You Know,Wilhelmina Also Locked Us In There.
Yeah, But She Scares Me. Ah.
What Is This?
It Looks Like Marc's Been Ordained
To Perform Weddings.
For Who?
Oh,God.
?
We May Be Able To Perform Surgery In The Morning.
Thank You,Doctor. Oh,This Is Good.
I Told You Not To Count Out Bradford Meade. He's A Redwood.
I Guess You're Right. He's Stronger Than I Thought.
Remember When He Spent Eight Hours
Trying To Catch That Marlin Off Of Portugal?
God,That Was A Great Vacation.
Yeah, I Wish He'd Taken Us.
Excuse Me,Daniel,I-
Mr. Suarez, What Are You Doing Here? Come With Me,Please.
It's About Your Mother.
They're Gone. Perfect.
I Now Pronounce You Man And Wife!
Oh,Will You Stop That? You're Ordained,Not Magical.
Do You Have The Papers? It's All Right Here.
Okay,Well,We Need A Witness,So Find Someone.
Oh,Bradford.
Bradford,My Love, I'm Here.
My Darling.
You're Awake. I'm So Happy.
And I Have Some Wonderful News.
You And I Can Still Be Married.
I'm Leaving Tonight.
Mom,You Can't.
Please Stay. We Just Got You Back.
We Can Find Someplace For You To Hide.
I Can't Live Like That, Sweetheart.
They'll Give Up Looking For Me Eventually,
And We'll Meet Up Somewhere.
Now Just Remember,
You Two Need Each Other.
You're All You Have.
Mom,How Is It That You're Here?
How Did This Happen?
Betty And Her Family.
And,Daniel, You Need To Know
Why Betty Didn't Tell You About Wilhelmina's Affair.
"Do You,Bradford Meade, Take Wilhelmina Slater"-
Wait,Wait.
Bradford What Is It? You All Right?
Danielold Me That You Slept With Your Bodyguard.
That's Ridiculous.
You're Not Making Any Sense.
Now,Sweetheart, I Just Need You
To Say Two Words, "I Do",
And Then We'll Get You Some Pudding.
I Need You To Look Me In The Eye
And Tell Me You Didn't Do It.
I Never Slept With Him.
You Never Loved Me, Did You?
Now,Bradford-
Go On. Get Out Of Here. I Wa To See My Family.
Go On.
Excuse Me.
Mr. Meade, What Happened?
Tell Me You Didn't Marry Her.
Oh,No, I Came To My Senses.
I Was A Silly Old Fool.
Wilhelmina Never Loved Me.
Only Pson Who Ever Loved Me Is My Wife Claire.
Why Am I Telling You This?
Would You Like To Tell Her?
Mrs. Meade,It'setty.
Um,I'm Here With Your Husband.
He Wants To Talk To You.
You're In The Elevator?
Mom, You Can't Be Serious.
I Am Doing This.
I Would Rather Spend The Rest Of My Life In Jail
Than Give Up The Chance To See My Husband One Last Time.
We'll Walk You In.
No,I Want To Do This Alone,
And I Don't Want Him To See Me Like This.
Isn't That Claire Meade?
Claire, Come Get A Picture!
Claire.
You Can't Be Here.
I Don't Care.
I'm So Sorry.
I Didn't-I-
Shh. Don't Talk.
Let's Just Sit Here.
You Know, On Our Wedding Day,
When I Was Waiting To Walk Down The Aisle To You,
I Remember Thinking,
Someday That Son Of A Bitch Is Going To Break My Heart.
And I Did.
But I'd Take That Walk Again Tomorrow
If You Could Promise Me Another 35 Years.
I've Never Loved Anyone More Than You.
Thank You For Giving Me The Greatest Life.
I'll Give You Guys A Minute.
Look,I Know Why You Couldn't Tell Me
About Wilhelmina's Affair.
Daniel, All I Care About
Is That You Know I'm On Your Side...
Always.
I Know.
I - I Just...
Felt Betrayed.
Betty,I Would Love For You To Come Back To Work.
That Means So Much.
But I Don't Think I Can.
What?
Daniel,This - This Last Year At "Mode,"
I - I Wouldn't Trade That For Anything.
I Mean,You Took A Chance On Me,
And It Opened Up A Whole Different World.
It Totally Changed My Life,
But,I Think,Too Much.
I'm Changing Into Someone That I - I Really Don't Want To Be.
So You're Leaving?
I Think I Have To.
It's Your Life,Betty.
You Do What You Have To Do.
Oh! Please Let Me Go See Him One More-
She's Not Resisting. Don't Hurt Her. Come On.
I'm Not Fighting You. Daniel,Alexis!
Betty,Can You Please Stay With My Dad? Don't Hurt My Mother.
Claire?
No,Uh,She Left. It's Betty.
Betty,Come Here.
Do You Need A Nurse?
Are You All Right?
I Need You To Do Something For Me.
What?
Take Care Of Daniel.
I Won't Be Here,And-
No,Mr. Meade. You're Gonna Be Fine.
I Remember Seeing You
Walk Into The Building That First Day.
I Had A Feeling About You.
You're The Only One Who's Ever Been Able
To Keep Daniel On His Path.
He'd Be Lost Without You.
Now I Need Some Water.
Mr. Meade.
Mr. Meade?
Excuse Me,Miss. We Need To Get Through.
Watch Your Back. Excuse Us.
There's No Pul.
Bradford Meade,
Chairman Of E Meade Publishing Empire,
Passed Away At 10:14 P.M. This Evening,
Just A Few Minutes After His Fugitive Wife,
Claire Meade, Was Dramatically Captured
Outside His Room At St. Gavan's Hospital.
Mrs. Meade Has Been Missing
Since Fleeing A Prison Transport Van
Six Months Ago.
Is This Bradford Mea's Body?
You Look Like A Young Doctor
Fresh Out Of Medical School.
You Must Have Some Loans.
I Have A Proposition You Might Be Interested In.
PASSING FANCY
"A geisha says she loves her client"
and he lies saying he'll come again
I fell for your honesty at first sight I was so shy!
It's a shame to miss the main attraction
Story-telling for a kid is stupid
"Geisha Takao will come next month Takao, in March"
Look at the barber
Forget your business, old man
"That was the true love of Takao a geisha"
"Men yearn for love Love is an emotional boat"
It's a wise remark
I hate girl-trouble
I hate money-trouble, but welcome girl-trouble
Love is so elusive
Trust me and get married just once
You'll enjoy it
Have the bill charged to me
You must have been beautiful before
And now?
I can't be frank when I owe you money
Stop being curious, old man
Anywhere here I can stay?
Of course
I have a child, but no wife
Mind your son!
Homeless when you're so young?
I was at a spinning mill until yesterday
Fired?
No relatives?
That's an old trick, huh?
Young men have no pity
What are you going to do?
She can stay here Will that be any trouble?
If so, I'll handle it
Dad!
Your work!
Don't nag your father
Always be filial to your parents
Don't your teachers tell you that?
Did you know why a hand has five fingers?
With only four it wouldn't fit into a glove
Very funny
Thanks for last night
I spoke to her and decided she'll work here
I was drunk. Did I force her on you?
She's very nice
I'm a good judge of people
Sorry, but I choose only people I like
Everyone is so kind to me
You hear that?
How sweet!
What grade are you in?
My name's Tomio Kimur I'm in third grade
My son Tomio is very intelligent
With better manners he'd top his class
Yes!
He's too good for a dumb father like you
I'm not as dumb a father as they say
Doesn't Tomio need lunch?
The school feeds him He's a "stupid" without lunch
You'd be a "dunce" without lunch
How can I go to grade school with kids?
He'd be the school's prize dunce
I forgot to ask your name
It's Harue
What was that?
Harue
She reminds me...
I mean Harue
She looks exactly like her
Who?
The woman who jilted you?
No, not her
Who?
That little slut?
Act your age
Age doesn't matter
I'll get an advance from him
I want to buy a gift for her
Don't ask too often
If he refuses, so what?
How stupid he is!
Where did you find the girl?
She's like my daughter
You're one to protect your treasures
How could you keep her?
Anyone who harms her dies You understand?
For whom does she powder her face?
Ah, how very sweet!
It's a terrible waste!
Let's get going
No, not today
I have a stomachache
Drop the act!
No one appreciates your play
I forgot it
My safety charm
I don't dare go anywhere without it
May he get to the factory in a hurry
My stomach hurts so I prayed for recovery
I'd better be going now
You're dressed up, Kihachi
Where's the funeral?
You think I'm going to a funeral?
How ominous!
Not going to work?
I bought it for you
Keep it a secret
She gets jealous
Do you like me?
You're so very kind to me, uncle
Don't call me uncle
Do you prefer me to Jiro?
He sort of scares me
But he's nice when you know him
On second thoughts I'm even better
This one really costs a lot
But the world is highly complicated
May I have this?
Do you like soldiers?
High ranking ones?
Let's go to Jiro's place
It was messy, so...
How kind you are!
Don't act so friendly, huh?
No more photos of you in uniform?
She wants some
You're shrewd
You made the kid say sweet words
My friend is at your shop
Go back quickly
You won't return evil for good will you?
I'm not jealous but don't ridicule the man next door
He has a reputation, too
I'm not so mean a woman
He's so kind to me that I regard him as my uncle
Why not regard him as a husband?
You'll never be able to know ...the way I feel
I'm afraid I don't have time for guessing games
"But now, ever since the accident..."
Come to the restaurant
The madam hasn't seen you for a long time
I don't want to be with that Harue
I want to talk about her, do you mind?
Talk, I'm listening
I'll come to your place later. Wait for me
You look quite modern recently
It's the times
Do I look twice as handsome as I used to?
Go somewhere and play
I'm busy studying now
Don't interrupt me
Just go out and play, will you?
It's a kind of filialness
Waiting is torture
There was no need for a gift We can be informal
Actually, it's about Harue
She's so nice. I feel as if she's one of the family
For that reason I must think about her age
It's a pity to leave a girl her age alone...
With grown men like Jiro around
I'd be pleased if Jiro decided to marry her
Did he make love to her?
I don't know But be keeps away from her
She's too good for him
It's natural
I was wrong
She's too young for me
Did you fancy her as your wife?
Things like that can happen
It's so hot
I'm asking you, for old times sake to convince him
You have my trust. Please try
Whatever you may think I'm picky about my woman
Oh? Frankly, she's too good for you
Then you marry her
It's good luck to be loved by a young girl
I must have let down my guard with her
You sure are stubborn!
But then, so am I
I'll match you, that's for sure!
However, to Kihachi this is a great tragedy
Why brood?
Why not tell a story?
Young man
You call me young?
Do I really look so young?
Don't flatter me
I've got news!
This boy's dad is stupid
No, he's not."
He can't even read, can he?
He just looks at cartoons
He doesn't go to the factory Only to restaurants
Who did it?
I did. Me
I always tell the truth
George Washington cut down a cherry tree
You cheat by saying what I don't know
Even the truth can't make you a magician
You can't re-create the tree
What a dumb!
You don't work, you're always drunk
You trying to lecture your dad?
Drunk or sober, I'm still your dad
You're so dumb!
You can't even read, huh?
Newspapers you sell to junkmen
Son!
Forgive me, son
Something is wrong with me
I'm a dumb old dad, but don't hate me
"Then, the following morning..."
That matter... how is it?
Don't be so hasty. Just leave it to me
Behave yourself at school and be attentive
Be patient and study and you'll get an education
I'm patient and go to the factory So it pays me
50 sen
Buy whatever you want
How funny!
You can't live as a pauper's son
Examine it well. It's milled
You can polish your nails
Very funny
How extravagant today!
I haven't taken care of him properly
I want to act like a good father
50 sen is a lot to a boy his age
Like 10 yen to us
Not ten. You mean a thousand!
I want him to feel as if he's rich just once in his life
About Jiro...
It's time you accept, Jiro
It's time you quit nagging me
You're to go home. Your son is ill
My son can't possibly be ill
But he could get hurt
Why did you get sick so suddenly?
He ate his fill in one go
You spent it all?
It's difficult for a poor man's kid
You did it. You gave him too much
Nurse him carefully
A mere stomachache
Have a drink and go to sleep
This wine is very mellow
I was worried. I left work early
It's serious. So do something
Don't shock me
He's my son. He can't die so easily
Have a doctor examine him
Get ready, old man
Then, 48 hours later
We'll try our best
This charm is very effective
It's terrible
We may have to hold a funeral
I'm glad I have formal summer wear
Don't tempt Fate
Don't worry.
Your son won't die
You say that because he's not your son
I'm sorry, but I have to go now
I'll leave Harue
If she can help, just ask her
Your son's teacher is here
I can't talk to a teacher
Will you greet him for me?
You must be very worried
You have the ball game?
We beat Class Three's team
What's the problem?
50 sen's worth of candy all at once
Orange pop, jelly cookies, fried cake toffee and watermelon...
I guess it was all my fault, huh?
I gave him cold wine, too
Not only that, he ate bananas
What's his illness called?
An acute intestinal catarrh
Your pals want you to get well and return to school
Tomio's a bright boy He'll be a great man some day
Be a good boy and get well
Hear what he said?
He's very kind
So now you must get well
I have only you
So don't die before I do
Do you know why a hand has five fingers?
I'll never forget that one
Can't even make 5 yen
It's a shame to be uneducated
I made my son ill and can't pay the bill
The factory won't give me an advance I can't get money
I have a bad habit of spending every penny
Don't do that, old man
The doctor wants to talk to you
What's the big problem?
How can I pay the hospital?
How much money do you need?
Maybe forty or fifty yen
I'll raise the money
I'm sure I can
Now is the time I can repay your kindness
What a wonderful girl!
Such a young girl trying to save a man!
Hearing your works I could even lose Tomio
He would gladly die, too
I'll bring the money soon
Don't be so proud!
I may be poor but I won't depend on you
Hurry up and go to the hospital
I want to talk with her for a while
Stay put in your place
Do you think you can shame the two of us?
But this is my chance to pay back his kindness
That's an excuse. People would think we made you sacrifice
What happens to a young person who tries to raise lots of money?
Who cares what happens to me?
Who cares about me?
I'll raise the money
Haven't you any idea how I feel?
Don't say anything.
Just obey me
I know a place where I can get money
Why do you need so much money?
I can't tell you.
Just lend it to me
We're old friends.
I know you'll pay me back, but
When will you repay me?
"Hokkaido Needs Men!"
After I get to Hokkaido
I was only kidding
Thanks to warm-hearted people...
Know why sea water is salty?
To salt salmon with
Very funny
Give me another fifty sen and try
Don't pester people. You should've died
Wanted to eat funeral cake, did you?
You told me a lie
This water is salty but there's no salmon. Why?
Suddenly Jiro is going to repay me
All this brat does is cause trouble
It's not goodbye forever. Don't cry
When you finally understand me we must part
I don't think I'll ever be happy
Don't be pessimistic
Be patient for a while
I'm going willingly
I hate sad farewells
I'll come back, I promise
Are you going to Hokkaido?
I've no right to complain but you might have told me
Let me go to Hokkaido
You have Tomio, old man
Kids don't need parents
Tomio will flourish without care
You have a great future, Jiro
People will be relying on you
I leave at ten. Don't stop me
I didn't mean to
Don't hate me
I'm going there
Take care of Tomio
I can give up the money knowing it saved the boy's life
You needn't go so far away leaving your son behind
Your sincerity moves me. It's enough
Accept his kindness You can work and repay him
We must help one another
The barber talks like a saint
It's nice to live long I've never felt any better
Remember to obey your teachers at school
Don't eat too much candy
Will you be back?
What a silly question!
I'm taking a vacation
Know why a hand has five fingers?
If we had only four it wouldn't fit a glove
What's that land?
America?
We've just left the port
My son is a bright boy at school
With better manners, he'd be top
No!
No!
Won't this boat stop?
Is that land linked with Tokyo?
Of course it is
I'm sorry, but I'll go home
Why is sea water salty?
To salt salmon with
Very funny
Say, is this the moving-picture ship?
The Venture?
Yeah.
- Are you going on this crazy voyage? - What's crazy about it? I don't know.
But everybody is talking about that crazy fella running it.
- Carl Denham? - Guess that's the name.
He ain't scared of nothing.
If he wants a picture of lion he just goes up to him and tells him to look pleasant.
Why all this talk about this voyage being crazy?
Everybody around the docks is talking about the cargo, for one thing.
And I never did see a ship this size with such a crew.
- Not enough men to handle her? - Not enough!
Three times more than the ship needs.
I don't see where they're gonna have room enough to sleep.
Hey, down there.
What do you want?
- Denham aboard? - Who are you?
My name is Weston, the theatrical agent.
Well, why didn't you say so?
Come on aboard. Denham's getting wild.
I hope you've got some good news for him.
Well, Mr. Denham, you know the reasons for hurrying as well as I do.
Insurance company found out we're carrying explosives.
Marshal will be aboard tomorrow or next day.
If we make a legal case of it, we'll be tied up for months?
With enough ammunition to blow up the harbor. What do you think the marshal will say to these new gas bombs of yours?
According to you, one of them is enough to knock out an elephant.
We've got to get where we're going before the monsoon starts.
- Trust me to see you through a blow.
- Oh, now, don't get sore, skipper.
You can't run into the rainy season when you're trying to make an outdoor picture.
Months wasted, money gone and nothing to show.
Still you always bring back a picture. And everybody says, "There's only one Carl Denham."
Weston, I was just going ashore to call you.
If I'd known that, I would have waited.
This is the skipper. Weston, the theatrical agent.
I guess you met Driscoll, the first mate.
Well, Weston, how about the girl?
- It can't be done, Denham. - What?
It's got to be done. Now, look here, Weston.
Somebody's interfered with every girl I try to hire.
Now all the agents in town have shut down on me.
All but you.
- You know I'm square. - Everybody knows you're square.
But you've got a reputation for recklessness that can't be glossed over.
Then you're so secretive.
You said it.
Even skipper and mate don't know where they're going, what.
There you are. I've got a conscience, Denham.
I can't send a pretty girl such as you ask on a job like this without telling her what to expect.
- What is she to expect?
To go off on a trip for no one knows how long to some spot you don't even hint at the only woman on a ship with the toughest mugs I ever looked at.
I mean the crew.
Good Lord, you talk as if I never brought anybody back alive.
The skipper and Driscoll have stuck to me on two trips.
- They look well enough.
- Sure, we're healthy.
But it's a different thing taking a girl into danger.
I suppose there's no danger in New York.
Listen, there are dozens of girls in this town that are in more danger than they are with me.
Yeah, but they know that kind of danger.
You never had a woman in any of your pictures.
- Why do you want one? - Holy mackerel!
Do you think I wanna haul a woman around?
- Then why?
- Because the public, bless them must have a pretty face.
Sure, everybody likes romance.
Isn't there any romance or adventure without having a flapper in it?
Well, Mr. Denham, why not take a picture in a monastery? Makes me sore.
I go out, sweat blood to make a swell picture then the critics and the exhibitors all say:
"If this picture had love interest, it would gross twice as much."
The public wants a girl, and this time I'm gonna give what they want.
- Don't know where you'll get her.
- I've gotta get her, Weston. We've gotta leave by morning.
- We've gotta be gone by daylight.
Well, there's a good reason.
Everything I hear about it makes me like it less.
I'm glad I didn't get you a girl.
You are, eh? Well, I'll show you.
Do you think I'm gonna give up because you can't find me a girl?
I'm going to make the greatest picture in the world.
Something that nobody's ever seen or heard of.
They'll have to think up a lot of new adjectives when I come back.
- Where you going? - Going out and get a girl for my picture.
- Stand aside, please.
Get your case later.
Say, lay off the shoving, will you?
- Oh, I didn't mean to shove you.
- Excuse me. What do they give you in this joint? Soup tonight.
I catch you, you stealer.
Now, I get you cop. You like that, huh? No, no.
Let me go. I wanted to, but I didn't.
- Had enough of these stealers.
- Dry up. Kid didn't take any.
- Truly I didn't.
- Three people this week...
- Here... Here's a buck.
Hey, taxi!
Feeling better?
Yes, thank you.
- You're very kind.
- Don't you fool yourself.
- How'd you ever get into this fix?
- Bad luck, I guess.
There are a lot of girls like me.
- Not many with your looks.
- I can get by in good clothes all right.
- But when a girl gets too shabby...
Supposed to have an uncle someplace.
Did you ever do any acting?
I used to do extra work now and then over on Long Island.
The studio's closed now.
- What's your name?
- Ann Darrow.
I've got a job for you.
Costumes on the ship will fit you.
If the shops are still open, I can get clothes for you.
- Come on.
- But... - But what is it?
- It's money and adventure and fame.
It's the thrill of a lifetime.
A long sea voyage that starts at 6:00 tomorrow morning.
No, wait. I don't understand.
You must tell me.
I do want the job so but I can't.
- Oh, I see. No, you've got me wrong.
- I only wanted...
- Sure. Sure you did. I got a little excited and I forgot you didn't understand.
Listen, I'm Carl Denham.
Ever heard of me? Yes, yes.
You make moving pictures in jungles and places. That's right.
And I pick you as lead in my next picture.
We sail at 6.
- Where to?
- A long way off. And listen, Ann, I'm on the level.
No funny business. - What do I have to do?
- Just trust me and keep your chin up.
Hey, you men on that winch down below on the deck and help with these hatches.
Hurry this line forward.
Forward, you farmer and up here!
What are you doing up here?
- I just wanted to see.
- Oh, you just wanted to see. Well, I'm sorry.
Make that line fast!
You're that girl Denham picked, aren't you? Yes. I think this is awfully exciting.
I've never been on a ship before.
I've never been on one with a woman before. I guess you don't think much of women on ships?
No, they're a nuisance.
- I'll try not to be.
- You've been in the way already.
Bring that ladder aboard!
Well, you better stay below.
What? The whole voyage?
I'm afraid I didn't apologize for hitting you.
- Well, we're off.
Say, how many potatoes do you think you've peeled in six weeks?
Too many.
Sailors eat an awful lot, don't they? All time eat.
Someday me go back China.
- Charlie, isn't the ocean wonderful?
- Very pretty. Pretty soon you be all same sailor, only no eat so much.
I'd like to be.
Only, of course, it wasn't so nice up north when it was cold and rough was it?
Ocean very nice when you order weather or some eggs for breakfast.
- Hello, Ann.
- Hello, Jack.
Where you been all morning?
Trying on costumes for Mr. Denham.
He's gonna make some tests of me here on deck if the light is right.
- Tests, why? Oh, to see which side of my face looks best and all that.
Both sides look all right to me.
Yes, but you're not the movie director.
If I was, you wouldn't be here.
Well, is that a nice thing to say.
This is no place for a girl. You can't say I've been one bit of trouble to anyone have I?
It's very mean of you. Anybody would think I'd been a lot of trouble.
I haven't.
- Sure you have.
Sure you have. - I don't see...
Well, how? Just...
Just being around is trouble. Oh, dear, and I thought everything was going so nicely.
Oh, you're all right.
But women just can't help being a bother.
- Made that way I guess.
- Well, anyhow... I've had the happiest time of my life on this old ship.
That's...
Say...
Did you really mean that, Ann? Of course. Everyone's so nice to me.
Dr. Denham and the skipper... Don't you think the skipper is a sweet old lamb?
I'd hate to have him hear me say that.
Iggy's nice to me. Iggy likes me better than he likes anybody onboard.
Don't you, Iggy?
- That's right.
Of course you do.
- Beauty and the beast, eh? Well, now, I never thought I was good-looking.
Put on one of the costumes.
The light's right for those tests now. All right, Mr. Denham.
I won't be a minute. Beauty and the beast.
Mr. Denham I'm gonna do some butting in.
- What's your trouble?
- When do we find out where we're going?
- Pretty soon.
Will you tell us what happens after?
How can I?
I'm not a fortuneteller.
You must have some idea what you're after.
What's the matter?
You going soft. Oh, you know I'm not.
Not for myself.
- For Ann.
- Oh, you have gone soft on her, eh? I've got enough troubles without a love affair to complicate things.
- Better cut it out, Jack.
- Love affair.
- Think I'm gonna fall for any dame?
- I never knew it to fail.
Some big hard-boiled egg gets a look at a pretty face, bang he cracks up, gets sappy.
- Who's going sappy?
I haven't run out on you? No.
You're a pretty tough guy. But if beauty gets you, you...
I'm going right into a theme song here.
- Say, what are you talking about?
- It's the idea of my picture.
The beast was a tough guy too. He could lick the world, but when he saw beauty, she got him.
He went soft, he forgot his wisdom and the little fellas licked him.
Think it over, Jack. Mr. Denham, skipper wants you up on the bridge.
- He says we've reached the position.
- Good. Come on, Jack. You're in on this.
There's our noon position.
Two south, 90 east. Now, you promised some information when we got here.
- Way west of Sumatra.
- And way out of any waters I know.
I know the East Indies like I do my own hand but I've never been here.
- Where do we go from here?
- Southwest.
- Southwest? Well, there is nothing for thousands of miles.
Keep your shirt on, skipper.
We're not going thousands of miles. Here's the island we're looking for.
Well, that position.
Let's have the big chart. You won't find that island on any chart.
That was made by the skipper of a Norwegian bark.
- He must have been kidding.
- No, he wasn't. Listen, a canoe full of natives from this island was blown to sea.
When the bark picked them, there was one alive.
He died before they reached port, not before the skipper had a description of the island and got an idea of where it lies.
- Where did you get it?
- Singapore, two years ago.
Skipper knew I'd be interested.
- Does he believe it? - I don't know.
But I do. Here. Here's what the island looks like.
There's a long, sandy peninsula.
The only possible landing place is through this reef.
Rest of shoreline's sheer precipice, hundreds of feet high.
And across the base of the peninsula, cutting it off from the rest of the island, is a wall.
- A wall? - Built long ago.
People who lived there slipped back, forgotten the high civilization that built it.
That wall is as strong today as it was centuries ago.
The natives keep that wall in repair.
- They need it.
- Why? There's something on the other side of it.
Something they fear. A hostile tribe.
Did you ever hear of Kong?
Why, yes.
Some native superstition, isn't it?
A god or a spirit or something.
Well, anyway, neither beast nor man something monstrous, all-powerful.
Still living still holding that island in a grip of deadly fear.
Well, every legend has a basis of truth.
I tell you, there's something on that island that no white man has ever seen.
- And you expect to photograph it?
- If it's there, you bet I'll photograph it.
Suppose it doesn't like having its picture taken?
Well, now you know why I brought along those cases of gas bombs.
Oh, you've put on a beauty-and-beast costume, eh?
It's the prettiest.
All right. Just stand right over there.
I'm sort of nervous. Suppose I don't photograph well?
You don't have to worry about that.
If I hadn't been sure I wouldn't have brought you around the world.
- What will I do?
- Well, we start with the profile.
When I start cranking why, hold it a minute, and then turn slowly toward me.
You see me. You smile a little, then you listen.
Then you laugh.
All right. Camera.
- Looks kind of silly, don't it?
- Pretty dame, huh? You think maybe he like to take my picture?
Them cameras cost money. Shouldn't think he'd risk it.
Now, that's fine, Ann. Now we'll try one with a filter, eh?
Do you always take the pictures yourself?
Ever since a trip I made to Africa.
I'd have got a swell picture of a charging rhino but the cameraman got scared.
The darned fool. I was right there with a rifle.
Seems he didn't trust me to get the rhino before it got him.
I haven't fooled with a cameramen since.
I do it myself. - Think he's crazy, skipper?
- Just enthusiastic.
Ann, in this one you're looking down.
When I start to crank, you look up slowly.
You're quite calm. You don't expect to see a thing.
Then you just follow my directions.
Camera. Look up slowly, Ann.
That's it. You don't see anything.
Now look higher still higher.
Now you see it. You're amazed.
You can't believe it. Your eyes open wider.
It's horrible, Ann, but you can't look away.
There's no chance for you, Ann, no escape.
You're helpless, Ann, helpless.
There's just one chance, if you can scream but your throat's paralyzed.
Try to scream, Ann, try.
Perhaps if you didn't see it, you could scream.
Throw your arm across your eyes and scream. Scream for your life.
What's he think she's really gonna see?
This infernal fog. Sure of your position, skipper?
Last night before this fog shut down, I got a good sight.
We should be near the island.
If we don't see it when this fog lifts, we never will.
We've quartered these parts.
Can't see your hand in front of your face.
Hey, Charlie, I wish you'd make your soup as thick as this.
No bottom at 30.
The Norwegian skipper must've been guessing at the position.
How will we know it's the right island?
- The mountain that looks like a skull.
- Oh, yes, I'd forgotten. You told me.
- Skull Mountain.
- By the deep 20.
Shallowing fast. Mr. Briggs, dead slow.
Dead slow, sir.
- Confound this fog.
- By the deep 16.
- What'd she draw, skipper?
- Four.
Why don't he heave to until it clears?
'Tain't the old man. It's that crazy guy, Denham.
Listen, you hear anything?
No.
- Breakers ahead.
- Let go.
That's not breakers. That's drums.
Skipper, now the fog's lifted, do you see anybody?
- Not a living thing.
- Funny they haven't spotted us.
I'd think the whole population would be on the beach.
Listen.
Maybe they have spotted us and are signaling.
Well, skipper, do you believe me now?
There it is.
Skull Mountain, the wall.
Everything just like on my funny little map.
- Come on.
Let's get started.
- All right. Twelve men go with you. The rest stay aboard.
Have you got a good man with those gas bombs?
I think you better go along.
You may be able to talk to these birds.
All right.
Mr. Adams. Aye, sir.
- You'll take charge of the ship.
- Aye, aye, sir. - I'm going ashore with you, aren't I?
- You bet.
I don't think she should until we know what's there.
Wait a minute. Who's running this show?
I found out from experience to keep my cast and cameras with me.
You never can tell when you'll want them.
- But you're crazy to risk...
- Jack run along and get the rifles and ammunition.
And get me a couple of huskies to carry my stuff.
And, Jack, don't forget the costume box.
If we're lucky enough, we may get a swell shot right away.
Come on, Ann.
All right, boys, let's go.
- Take it easy with that camera.
- Okay. - Plenty of ammunition for those guns?
- Yes, sir.
Be careful with those bombs.
All right, Briggs, now we'll get a look at Denham's island.
Stand by to lower away.
You with the camera, stick close.
- Okay.
- Who's got the bombs?
- I have, sir.
- Watch your step.
There's enough trichloride to put hippos to sleep.
Aye, aye, sir.
- What queer-looking boats.
- Yeah, outrigger canoes.
Driscoll, I want two men left here to guard the boat.
- All attended to, sir.
- Good.
We all ready, then?
Come on.
Not a soul in sight.
The people must all be gathered up ahead.
That wall, skipper. What do you think of that?
Colossal.
It might almost be Egyptian.
But what's on the other side of that wall?
I wanna know.
Who do you suppose could have built it?
Oh, I was up on Angkor once.
That's bigger than this, and nobody knows who built it.
Oh, boy, what a chance. What a picture.
Come on.
Hear that?
They're saying, "Kong, Kong."
Hope you talk their lingo, skipper.
- You catch any words yet?
- I'm not sure.
Sounds something like the language Nias Islanders speak.
What do you suppose is happening?
They're up to some of their heathen tricks.
But don't go rushing out to sea.
- All right. But isn't it exciting?
- Sure.
- I wish we'd left you on the ship.
- Oh, I'm so glad you didn't.
Wait. Easy, now. Wait till I see what goes on.
Holy mackerel! What a show.
Hey, skipper, come here and get a load of this.
Did you ever see anything like that before in your life?
Boy, if I could only get a picture before they see us.
Hey, you with the camera. Come here.
I wanna see.
Come on, but be careful.
- Too late. They see us.
- Let's...
Let's beat it.
- Hey, what are you running for?
- No use trying to hide now.
Everybody come out in plain sight.
- Say, let's scram out of here.
- Stand still, you fool.
Steady, boys, bluff them.
Come on, skipper. Make him a friendly speech.
He understands you, skipper. What's he say?
- He's telling us to get out.
- Well, talk him out of it.
Ask him what goes on.
He says the girl there is the bride of Kong. Great.
Find out what they're gonna do.
- What's that?
- He must be the witch doctor.
He says the ceremony is spoiled because we've seen it.
Well, calm the old boy down. What's the word for friend?
Steady with those rifles, boys.
- What's that?
- He says, look at the golden woman. Yeah.
Blonds are scarce around here.
- A gift for Kong, he says. - Good Lord!
Wants to buy her.
He's offering to trade six of his women for Ann.
You got her into this, Denham.
I'm gonna take her back to the ship.
We'd better get out of here before they think to cut us off. Guess so.
But tell him we'll be back tomorrow to make friends.
Get going, Ann. Don't be scared. Everything's all right.
Smile, Ann, and talk to Jack.
Keep your chin up.
- Say, why aren't you in bed? - Oh, I can't sleep.
The sound of those drums makes me nervous, I guess.
I think Denham's off his nut taking you ashore today.
Well, I was a little scared.
- I guess you weren't the only one.
- I wonder what we do next.
That's just what's worrying me.
Denham's a fool, there's no telling what he might ask you to do for this picture.
After all he's done, I would take any chance for him.
Don't talk like that.
I'd say he's crazy enough to try anything.
Well, I won't go back on him.
When I think of what might've happened today, if anything had happened to you...
Then you wouldn't be bothered having a woman onboard.
Don't laugh. I'm scared for you.
I'm sort of...
Well, I'm scared of you too.
Ann...
I...
Say...
I guess I love you.
Why, Jack, you hate women.
Yeah, I know. But you aren't women.
Say, Ann...
I don't suppose...
I mean...
Well, you don't feel anything like that about me do you?
Mr. Driscoll, are you on deck?
Yes, sir.
Will you please come up on the bridge?
You go on. I'll wait here.
Yes, sir.
There, that's about it.
We'll make absolutely sure tomorrow noon.

Oh, must be almost midnight.
Hey.
Look at that.
Torches going through the village.
Yeah, looks like the night before election. Listen to them.
Wonder what's up. Wish I could take pictures by firelight.
- I'd sneak ashore and get a scene now.
We're lucky to be all safe aboard tonight.
Yeah, I guess so.
- Charlie, have you seen missy? - Me no see one, two hours.
When we leave this place?
Me no like.
Ann.
Ann.
Everybody on deck!
Everybody on deck!
All hands on deck!
Everybody on deck!
Everybody on deck!
- What's the matter?
What's happening? - What's going on?
- What's the matter? - I'm out here.
Me find on deck. - A native bracelet.
- Crazy black man been here.
What is it?
Who turned out the crew?
- Look. Someone's been aboard.
- Where's Ann?
- In her cabin.
- No, she isn't.
I just looked. - What's the matter, Mr. Driscoll?
- Search the ship.
Find Miss Darrow.
Aye, aye. - Ann.
Oh, Ann. Did you see her? - No.
I'll look below.
- Can't find her forward.
- She's not below.
- Can't find her aft.
Ann's gone!
Serve out the rifles.
Man the boats.
Take this ammunition outside. Come on, you fellas.
Grab these guns.
Take these bomb cases and be careful with them.
Pass those rifles up over the side.
Start packing those bombs. Me likey go too.
Me likey catch missy. This is no job for a cook.
Get out of here. Come on. Shove her off, men.
We're going over the side. Give way, gentlemen.
Right over there. They've taken Ann.
Hurry. Hurry up. She must be up ahead here.
- Come on, men. - Come on, boys.
Has anybody seen her?
Get this gate open. Quick!
Get up there, men. Pull that thing back!
Pull that bar back. He's got Ann.
Heave. Heave.
Heave. Heave.
- Who's going with me? - I'll go.
You stay with half the men and guard the gate.
- Don't let them close it.
- We'll take care of it.
No telling which way he went in this darkness.
He's been through here.
- Look at these broken branches.
- Yeah, look at that. Keep up, fellas.
It ought to be sunup about now.
Yeah, just listen to those birds.
It's dawn all right.
- What's that?
- Holy mackerel!
Yeah, that's his track. Look at the size of that thing.
He must be as big as a house.
He's headed this way.
Come on, fellas, and keep those guns cocked.
Hate to have that thing wrapped around me.
Here's another one. We're on his trail.
Sure, sure. I know that. Come on.
Hey, look at that!
Keep quiet. He doesn't see us.
Give me one of those bombs.
Look, it's gonna charge.
Keep quiet.
Come on.
Give him another one.
Look out!
Look out.
He's still alive.
Shoot.
Come on. That got him.
What do you call this thing?
Why, something from the dinosaur family.
Dinosaur, eh?
Yes, Jack a prehistoric beast.
Say, just look at the length of that brute.
If I could only bring back one of these alive.
- Watch that tail!
He's still alive. - Come on, looks like he's standing up.
He's through.
Come on. Come on, men.
Boy, one swipe of that.
- Hear that?
- Yeah.
What is it? That's him, boys.
Here. Here's his mark again.
- There's water ahead.
- He's down in that fog somewhere.
Yes, that's him splashing through.
Come on. Be careful.
Now, watch the step-off, boys.
Must have swum across.
Yeah, it'll be tough for us with these guns and bombs.
- What about these logs for a raft?
- Good idea. Come, fellas.
Get busy. Put those guns down on the bank and get going.
Move!
Come on with those poles.
All set, everybody?
Shove off!
- Hear anything?
- No, he's miles away by now.
We'll be able to pick up his trail all right.
Listen.
Quiet.
What was it?
Hang on, men.
Look out. Here he comes.
Come on.
Come on.
Hey, Jack. Jack Driscoll.
- Hey, Jack.
- Denham.
- It didn't get you, huh?
- No, I got to cover, same as you.
- Think we're safe?
- There are two of us left alive to save her.
- I can't get across now.
Don't want you to.
Lam back and get more bombs.
Why, you wouldn't follow that beast alone.
Someone's gotta stay on his trail.
I'll get a chance, sneak her away.
I'll figure a way to signal you where he's taken her.
- I guess that's our only out. - Sure it is.
Get going.
Don't get killed till you see Englehorn. Okay, Jack.
Good luck.
Skipper, this Kong is the biggest thing in the world.
He shook those men off that log like they were flies.
All those men lost. It's incredible.
Driscoll said he'd try and signal us if he found Ann.
- We'll never see them again.
- Don't give up.
- There's chance for Driscoll. - Wait for daylight.
We'll bridge the ravine.
Where's that case of bombs? - Here, sir.
- This...
This monster you've seen, you think your bombs will stop him?
If we can get close enough to use them, you bet they'll stop him.
- Had any trouble with the natives? - Yes, after you left.
- What happened?
- We fired volleys over their heads, they ran like rabbits.
Gunpowder's new in their lives?
- They're terrified. - They haven't shown up.
Take a man on the wall, keep your eyes peeled.
We leave at dawn, if we get a signal or not. Yes, sir.
Hey, look.
Captain Englehorn. Mr. Driscoll and the lady, they're coming back.
Come on, fellas.
Pint, Jack. Here.
I'm all right. What happened? How did you do it?
- Came down the river.
- Oh, Jack.
There, there, you're safe now.
We'll have you back on the ship in no time.
What about Kong? Well, what about him?
We came to get a movie, and we found something worth more than all the movies in the world.
- What? We've got those gas bombs.
- Lf we can capture him alive...
- Why, you're crazy.
He's on a cliff where a whole army couldn't get at him.
- Yeah, if he stays there but we've got something he wants.
Yeah, something he won't get again.
Hey, look out. It's Kong.
Kong's coming.
I got him. He'll be out for hours.
- For anchor chains and tools. - What will you do?
A raft to float him to the ship.
The whole world will pay to see this.
- No chains will hold that. - We'll give him more than chains.
He's always been king of his world, but we'll teach him fear.
We're millionaires, boys. I'll share it with all of you.
In a few months, it'll be up in lights on Broadway:
"Kong, the Eighth Wonder of the World."
It better be good after all this ballyhoo.
Heavens, what a mob.
Well, you would come.
These tickets cost me 20 bucks.
It hurts my eyes. This is not a moving picture, madam. What?
Mr. Denham makes those pictures of those darling monkeys and tigers and things.
This is in the nature of a personal appearance.
Well, I never. I thought I was gonna see something.
- Say, what is it anyhow?
- I hear it's a kind of a gorilla.
Gee, ain't we got enough of them in New York?
It makes me think of that awful day on the island.
I wouldn't have brought you, but you know how Denham insisted.
We had to come when he said it would help the show.
Do you think we'll make a lot of money?
Well, enough to pay him back for these clothes anyway.
It's the first time I ever had on one of these open-front suits.
Hello, there. Just in time. Gee, Ann, you look great.
I'm glad I dressed you up for this show.
Well, Jack, $ 10,000 in the box office. - Not bad for one night.
- That's a lot of money.
We're gonna do that every night.
- Look at the size of that.
- I hope he's tied up tight. Sure he is.
Denham's taking no chances.
Here are the press. Come in, boys.
- This is Ms. Darrow and Mr. Driscoll. - How do you do?
Mr. Driscoll saved you from the ape?
Yes.
He was alone too. All the sailors with him had been killed.
- How did you ever tackle that baby?
- Well, Mr. Denham got him.
The rest of us were running scared.
He had the nerve to stand there and chuck bombs.
Oh, so you're the hero. Come on, give us a story.
Here now, wait a minute. Lay off me, boys.
Miss Darrow is the story.
If it hadn't been for her we couldn't have gotten near Kong. He followed her.
- Beauty and the beast, huh? - That's it.
Play up that angle, beauty and the beast.
Kong could have stayed safe but he couldn't stay away from beauty.
- That's your story, boys. - That's a lead story, all right.
- How about some pictures?
- Just a minute. Come on the stage.
Take pictures in front of the audience.
I'll make a speech and tell them about Kong, Darrow
Driscoll. When I call you, come take pictures.
- Okay. - That's fine.
Stand by, Ann, when I call you.
Now, now, it's all right.
We've knocked some of the fight out of him since you saw him.
Ladies and gentlemen, I am here tonight to tell you a very strange story. A story so strange that no one will believe it.
But, ladies and gentlemen, seeing is believing and we, my partners and I have brought back the living proof of our adventure.
... an adventure in which 12 of our party met horrible deaths.
And now, ladies and gentlemen, before I tell you any more
I am going to show you the greatest thing your eyes ever beheld.
He was a king and a god in the world he knew but now he comes to civilization merely a captive a show to gratify your curiosity.
Ladies and gentlemen, look at Kong.
The Eighth Wonder of the World.
And now I want to introduce Miss Ann Darrow the bravest girl I have ever known.
She has lived through an experience no other woman ever dreamed of.
And she was saved from the very grasp of Kong by her future husband.
I want you to meet a very brave gentleman, Mr. John Driscoll.
I will ask the gentlemen of the press to come forward so that the audience may see them take the first photographs of Kong and his captors.
Stand in front of Kong, Ann.
- Okay.
Shoot.
Those chains are made of chrome steel.
- Get them together, boys.
- They're going to be married tomorrow.
- Put your arm around her, Driscoll.
- He thinks you're attacking the girl.
- All the roaring, swell picture.
Kong has escaped.
It's like a horrible dream.
It's like being back on the island again.
Don't worry.
I'm gonna stay right here with you.
Anyhow, you know they're bound to get him.
- He's got Ann. He's taken her up.
How can we follow him?
What'll we do?
Fire department searchlights on the roof.
Kong is going west.
Stand by for further reports.
- We won't get near him.
Kong is climbing the Empire State Building.
That is all. That licks us.
- One thing we haven't thought of.
If he should put Ann down and they fly close to pick him without her...
You're right.
Call the field.
- They'll get him.
- They'll be shooting.
Ann, hang on, dear.
My name is Denham. Just a moment.
Oh, lieutenant.
- Lieutenant, I'm Carl Denham.
Denham?
Oh, that's the man that captured the monster.
Well, Denham, the airplanes got him.
Oh, no, it wasn't the airplanes.
It was beauty killed the beast.
Come children. On your way to school.
- Good morning mother Goose. - Good morning.
Here you are, balloons. All colors of the rainbow.
Boys! Boys!
Oh these kids will be the death of me.
Bo Peep.
I'm coming mother.
Oh you children will be the death of me.
Ah, mother, do you really mean that?
Of course I don't.
Now you run right along and tend to your sheep.
And don't go losing them again.
I won't.
Come on fleecy, come on curly, come on wooly.
- How do you do my dear Mrs. Peep.
- How do you do, Mr. Barnaby?
And how is your charming daughter, Ms. Bo Peep?
Very well thank you. Then, may I be permitted to pay my respects?
Sorry, but she's out tending her sheep.
Thank you.
Thank you.
Good morning my pretty little butterfly.
Good morning Mr. Barnaby!
I bring you a little bouquet, A fragrant token of my deep devotion.
Thank you very much Mr. Barnaby.
- And now I have to leave you sir.
My my sheep...
- Nay! I have long admired you.
Deep with wonder on your sweet and maidenly virtue.
Marveled at your tender loveliness.
In short... I'm asking you to become my wife.
I...
I'm sorry Mr. Barnaby and I hope you won't think me ungrateful but...
I'm a very rich man my dear.
Please! Think carefully, child.
Lest I revert to other means.
That would be an ugly way to win a pretty wife.
I wouldn't marry you if you were young, which you can't be, if you were honest, which you never were and if you were about to die tomorrow which is too much to hope for.
We shall meet again my pretty little buttercup.
And then you will sing a different tune.
Fleecy, Curly!
I came back to remind you that your little financial obligation...
- You mean the mortgage?
- ...is due today.
Couldn't you give me just a little more time?
I'm sorry. The law must take it's course.
I shall be back shortly.
Come boys.
You'll be late for work.
We're coming.
- Good morning, mother Peep.
Will you come on. It's almost 8 O'clock.
Why, I thought I left you upstairs in the bedroom.
- Well how'd you get down here?
I fell out the window.
Good morning mother Peep.
God morgen Stannie. Good morning Ollie.
God morgen Stan never mind good morning.
Come on and let's go! Wait a minute.
I forgot something.
Will you come on.
Do you want us to be late for work? Don't forget your lunch, Ollie.
What's the matter, mother Peep?
I've got bad news for you.
Bad news?
I'm afraid you two boys will have to find some other place to live.
Well what do you mean?
That old stingely Barnaby holds the mortgage against this shoe.
It's due today and I haven't got the money to pay him.
And we'll all be cast out into the street.
Stannie.
Go upstairs and get my money box.
Eh? Go get my money box.
What are you going to do?
I'm going to give you all of my savings.
And I'll get the rest of it from our master the toy maker.
No ones going to throw you out of this shoe.
Oh I can't let you do such a thing.
Tut, tut, tut, tarut! One good turn deserves another.
Now smile!
That's it... that's it.
I owe you 1.48.
I borrowed it.
I know you borrowed it. But what did you borrow it for?
Well you see I had to buy some more Pee wee's.
I lost three of them playing with little Jack Horner.
Had to buy some more Pee Wee's.
Well don't you mind, Mother Peep I'll get the full amount from the toy maker.
Oh you boys musn't go into debt on my account.
Listen, when the toy maker finds out that Barnaby's up to his old tricks again he'll give me the full amount without any problem.
- Oh, can I depend on that?
- Why of course you can.
You know the toy maker and I are just like that.
Aren't we, Stannie?
- Are you?
- Why certainly. - Which is you?
- Why this one right... never mind!
- Good bye.
Don't forget your lunch.
And don't you worry.
No I won't.
Good bye boys.
Just a moment.
What is this Pee Wee business you've been spending all my money on?
Would you like to see it? Certainly I'd like to see it.
After all the money it's cost me I think I'm entitled to know what it's all about.
Alright,...
What do you think of that?
Piffle!
That's the silliest thing I have ever seen.
Try it. - I don't want to try it!
- Why, can't you do it?
Well certainly I can.
What do you mean, can't I do it
Give me that! Get over there.
It's a certainty that anything you can do, I can do!
What for instance?
Just a moment!
Thank you!
Come on, we'll be late for work.
Say listen, when you get that money from...
- ...the toy maker will you borrow a little extra for me?
- What for? Well I lost me Pee Wee and I'll have to get some more.
Get in here now, will you.
Pee Wee!
- Good morning, master.
- What do you mean, good morning?
You know you're half an hour late!
If this happens again, it will mean instant dismissal.
Get to work!
Say, aren't you gonna ask him about the money to pay off the mortgage? I can't ask him now.
Don't you see what a bad humor he's in.
Well if we don't get that money, Mother Peep's gonna be turned out of the shoe, and she won't have any place to sleep.
We can't let her do that.
Why if I ask him now, he'll jump right down my throat.
But I thought you and he were just like that.
We are!
Well why don't you ask him?
Why don't you ask him?
Well I can't ask him.
Why?
- Well he and I are just like that.
- Oh, don't be silly.
- He likes you better than he does me.
- Does he? Yep. He told me he did!
- Did he?
- Yeah!
Oh master.
What?
Ollie wants to speak to you.
Well, what is it?
Well could I speak to you privately please sir?
I've got a very important question I want to ask you.
Don't bother me now!
Can't you see that I'm busy? ! Go on with your work!
Well if you knew how important it was, you'd see me privately because if...
Will you shut up and go on with your work!
Fleecy... fleecy!
Wooly...
Snowball?
No, I haven't seen them!
Oh, Tom Tom.
I don't know what mother would do if they were really lost.
Oh, don't worry.
They'll be found.
You've lost them before, haven't you?
As a matter of fact, last month you lost them five times!
Oh I couldn't have.
Yes you did.
And four times the month before that!
You see, you're getting worse.
What you need is someone to help you look after the darn things.
Who, for instance?
Oh, he'd have to be most unusual.
Energetic... resourceful... and with any amount of patience.
A fellow sort of... well...
like me!
Not interested?
Then I'll just keep you there until you are interested!
- Nice? ...
Interested?
Oh look, Tom Tom, they found them!
My dear friends... and citizens of Toyland.
I want you all to meet
Hello mister toy maker.
Well, how's my order coming along?
Everything is in fine shape.
- Yes, just a moment. Alright.
Hello everybody.
How's everything? - And how are my two boys?
- Hello Mr. Santee.
Can't wait until you see the wooden soldiers we made for you.
The finest piece of work we've ever turned out.
- Splendid!
- Yes. Ollie!
Go and bring one of them in. Yes sir. You'd better help me.
They're heavy. We'll have them right out, Mr. Santee.
You'll get the surprise of your life!
Don't try to lift it. All you have to do is press the button in the back
And it walks out by itself.
Isn't it wonderful?
It does everything but talk.
Wonderful yes.
But not what I ordered.
What do you mean? I ordered 600 soldiers at one foot high.
What?
You took that order.
What was it?
I thought you said 100 soldiers at six foot high.
You got the order all wrong.
I couldn't give those things to my children to play with.
Put it back in the box and get out of here.
- Here's another mess you've gotten us into.
- Well I couldn't help it. If you had been watching what you were doing, you wouldn't have gotten us into
Come out of there.
Put that thing back in the box!
Stop it! Stop it!
Come out of there!
Why didn't you stop it, you blithering idiots?
- Now get out and stay out!
Aren't you gonna ask him about the money for the mortgage?
What's that? ! Just skip it.
Oh mommy.
I'm so happy!
Tom Tom has asked me to become his bride.
My child.
And with your permission, we'd like to be married.
Why of course darling.
My blessings are with you. And may nothing ever happen to mar your happiness.
Ah, thank you mother.
Mr. Barnaby!
When you enter my house, I'll trouble you to knock.
Your house, my good lady?
Did you say your house?
Yes, my house! Not until this little debt is fulfilled.
Why mother, what does it mean?
It means my dear that unless this mortgage is paid
You will all be thrown out into the street.
Of course
We could compromise.
- Compromise?
- Yes.
Should your daughter reconsider my generous offer... to become my wife, we could forget this little matter.
And it could be her wedding present.
Mother? ! Don't worry darling nothing like that will ever happen.
Then, let us get down to business.
Mr. Barnaby!
You can make out your receipt.
You'll be paid in full, right now!
Well, here you are boys.
Just in time.
This wretched man seems to think that we haven't got... the money to pay off the mortgage.
But we have, haven't we!
Haven't we boys!
Why what's the matter?
Didn't you get the money?
No, you see Ollie made a mistake.
A mistake?
He and the toy maker are not like that.
Then I take it madam,
You cannot meet your lawful obligation?
In which case, I shall bid you good day.
Foreclosure papers will be served in due course.
Oh, your not really going to throw us into the street?
Much as it pains me, I'm sorry.
Big bait catches big rats!
Oh mother, what shall I do?
what shall I do? If only he didn't have that mortgage.
Don't you worry, Mother Peep
Stannie and me will find a way to get the mortgage from that old buzzard!
He sure is an old buzzard.
You know, if he thinks he's gonna throw this shoe into the street, he's mistaken.
He certainly is.
- You know what I'd like to do.
- What? I'd like to put on this shoe and kick him right in the pants.
Then I'd kick...
- What happened?
Open that window.
- Ollie?
- What?
We're outside. Good!
Now what do we do?
Take me over to Barnaby's house and be sure no one sees you.
Ok.
And be careful!
- We're here.
- So far, so good.
It wasn't so far.
- We just came across the street.
It wasn't so far!
Who is it?
It's me.
What do you want at this hour of the night?
Well you see, Ollie and I are sorry for what happened this afternoon
And just to show you we're not mad at you, we brought you a Christmas present.
It's from me, and from Ollie.
Christmas present, in the middle of July?
Oh yes, you see we always do our Christmas shopping early.
If you'll open the door I'll bring it right in for you.
I'll be right down.
- He's coming down.
He's going to let us in.
- That's fine.
Now don't forget when he goes to bed you give me the signal.
And I'll get out of the box, open the door and let you in.
Then we'll get the mortgage.
So far, so good.
What is it?
- I couldn't tell you.
- Couldn't tell me? No.
You see it's a surprise. And it musn't be opened til Christmas.
See.
Do not open, until Christmas.
Well, that's very nice of you.
- Well, good night Mr. Barnaby.
- Good night Mr. Dum.
You can go to bed now.
Thank you
Mr.
Dum.
Merry Christmas.
A merry Christmas to you.
Good night.
Good night!
Good night Ollie!
Good night Stannie!
Where as Ollie Dee and Stannie Dum have been found guilty of burglary they will be dunked and thereafter exiled to bogey land forever!
Good night Ollie!
Your majesty, what are we waiting for?
Oh yeah... proceed with the dunking!
Come on!
Your first. Come on!
- Ollie! - What? - Here.
You better give me your watch. I'll hold it for you until you come out.
Thanks. Now take good care of it because I wouldn't have anything happen to that.
- I will.
- Good bye. Good bye.
- Come on!
Splendid!
- Is it cold?
- Yes!
I'm smothering!
- Keep your nose closed! - I will!
Hurry. He'll die of ammonia!
This is terrible. Hold your nose, Ollie! Bring him up, bring him up.
How do you feel?
You know how I feel!
Here, have a drink of water. That'll do you good. Thank you.
- Haven't I had enough water? !
- I was only trying to help.
Mr. Barnaby. Can't something be done to stop this? Why yes.
Consent to become my wife.
And they will go free.
All right, Mr. Barnaby.
I consent.
With your majesty's permission, I wish to withdraw my charges.
Withdrawn they shall be.
Residents of Toyland,
I want you all to meet...
The future Mrs. Silas Barnaby.
You may go.
Thank you sir.
- Does that mean we're free?
- Yes. And from now on, you and I are going to be very close friends.
- Does that mean that he won't be dunked! ?
- Isn't that nice?
- What? He and I are just like that.
- And I don't have to get wet.
- Ollie!
- What?
Here's your watch.
Run over and tell the bride that all is in readyness and her lover is waiting.
Mumsy, what did Tom Tom say?
He understands.
Now you see. If you hadn't said good night Ollie, this wouldn't have happened.
Where are you going Mother Peep?
I'm going over to Barnaby to make a final plea.
Surely there must be one spark of kindness in that phony heart of his.
That's a good ideia. But I don't think it will do any good.
You're right Ollie. You can't turn blood into a stone.
What do you mean?
What do you mean?
Well her talking to Barnaby, is just a matter of pouring one ear into another and coming out the other side.
It can't be done.
I'm sorry Bo Peep that you had to choose me for the best man.
Why I'd rather do anything in this world than to have to give you away.
Why Stannie is so upset, he's not even going to the wedding.
- You are upset, aren't you!
- Upset? ! I'm house broken.
Not house broken.
He means heart broken.
House broken huh!
Come in.
Mr. Barnaby. Don't force my daughter into this dreadful marriage.
I'm an old woman. Pleading for her daughter's happiness.
Oh don't do this dreadful thing.
Mr. Barnaby. I'll do anything you ask!
Work for you. Slave for you.
Only don't, please don't.
Woman, you're a fool!
The bargains made, and you'll abide by it.
Master, the bride is here!
Welcome to Barnaby Hall.
Shut that door!
- Come, come judge. Let's waste no time. - Have you the ring?
Your name is Silas Barnaby?
It is.
- And your name is Little Bo Peep?
- It is.
Do you take this woman for you lawfully wedded wife?
I do.
And do you take this man for your lawfully wedded husband?
I do.
I now pronounce you man and wife.
And now, to kiss the bride.
Just a moment.
Haven't you forgotten something, Mr. Barnaby?
Oh yes. The mortgage.
My wedding present.
Now, you may kiss the bride.
What is the meaning of this? !
Big bait, catches big rats!
The king shall hear of this!
Tom Tom.
Oh my boys!
- That sure was a good ideia of yours.
Well... good bye!
And good luck.
What do you mean, good bye?
- Aren't I going with you?
- Why no.
You have to stay here with Barnaby.
Your married to him.
I don't want to stay here with him.
Why?
I don't love him!
Well don't worry. Old Barnaby will never bother us again.
- Because I'm going to take you away.
- Where?
Tricked! Cheated! Laughed at in the streets!
Fools!
So they think they can outwit old Barnaby, eh.
I'll show them.
There must be a way.
There must be some way!
Dolt! Imbecile! Pig!
Pig!
Get me a nice red juicy apple. I'll steal one of the three little pigs.
And the evidence will be placed in Tom Tom's house.
You know the penalty for pig-napping?
Banishment to Bogeyland!
Sit still!
Take this evidence and place it in Tom Tom's house.
Master.
Why the sausage? That will prove that he not only stole the pig, but that he also ground him into sausage.
And now little Elmer
We shall see.
Whereas Tom-Tom Piper has been found guilty of pignapping
He will be immediately banished to Bogeyland.
Poor Tom Tom.
I'm sure glad we didn't have to go to Bogeyland.
So am I.
What happens to you in Bogeyland?
Oh it's a terrible place.
Once you go there, you never come back.
Why?
Well, when the Bogeyman gets you, they eat you alive!
What do they look like?
Well I've heard that they're half man, and half animal.
With great big ears, and great big mouths.
And hair all over their body.
And long claws, that they catch you with.
Scat! Go on!
Tom my boy, you knew the penalty for pinapping. Why did you do it?
But I didn't do it!
I don't even know what you're talking about.
How can you say that, in view of this evidence, found in your house.
Take it away.
Your majesty. You made a horrible mistake.
Tom Tom knows nothing about this.
He's been with me all day. Hasn't he mommy!
That's right your majesty.
Why not let the law take it's course, your majesty?
Watch that until I come back!
What does that mean?
Exhibit B.
That means that the pig sausage, is part of the evidence.
Doesn't taste like pig sausage to me!
What does it taste like?
Tastes like pork.
Try it.
Why that's neither pig nor pork!
- It's beef!
I smell a rat!
Barnaby's got a hand in that.
I believe that little Elmer is still alive!
Come on, we'll find out!
You've got to listen to me your majesty, you've got to hear me.
Tom Tom knows nothing about this.
The little pigs are friends of ours.
Why should he want to hurt them?
The violin and hat were in the house when we got home.
He's innocent, I tell you, innocent!
It is with deep regret that I have to enforce the law of our kingdom.
I tell you I'm innocent! I tell you I'm innocent!
I didn't steal the pig!
Tom Tom, Tom Tom
You see child, it was folly, wasting your affections on a common pignapper.
Let me go! Tom Tom is innocent and you know it!
I hate you!
Just a minute! Just a minute!
Silence!
Mr. Majesty. Tom Tom is innocent!
We found little Elmer in Barnaby's cellar!
Let's get him!
I'll give 50,000 Guineaus for the capture of Barnaby dead or alive!
- Dead or alive?
! - Dead or alive!
Can't you make up your mind which way you want him?
Take me to my tower.
Let's go around the back way. We'll get him!
Alright Mr. Barnaby.
There's no use hiding! We know where you are!
You better come out, because if you don't we're gonna stay right here until you do.
Even if it takes all night!
Are we gonna stay here all night?
No! We're gonna make him think we are.
Tom Tom!
- Tom Tom! - Bo Peep!
Stan and Ollie found little Elmer, alive!
Where?
In Barnaby's cellar.
I knew he had something to do with this!
Oh if I ever get my hands on him.
Come on. We'll find our way out of here.
Oh Tom Tom, we'll never find our way out of here! Oh yes we will.
- Did he come up? - No!
Are you coming up?
You better come up, dead or alive!
How can he come up dead when he's alive?
Let's drop a rock on him, then we'll make him dead when he's alive.
Now your talking sense.
- Look out! - Don't tell him to look out!
- It might have hit him. - That's what I wanted to do!
Did it hit you?
- Not a sound. - It must have got him.
Go down and bring him up.
You go down and bring him up.
Do you mean to tell me that you're going to let 50,000 Guineas slip right thru your fingers?
Well I'm scared!
There's nothing to be afraid of.
You and he are just like that!
Well that was before we were married.
All right. I'll compromise. We'll both go down.
That's better.
Go ahead.
Wait a minute go ahead!
I'll teach you... I'll teach you to trifle with Barnaby Silas!
- You know what?
- What?
He's not here.
I can see he's not here!
- Oh look! Maybe he went through this way.
- I'll bet he did. Let's go see.
I wonder where he went?
We'll soon find out. Let's go that way.
There he is!
Mr. Barnaby! You're going back with us
Oh the Bogeymen!
I can't get help!
They've escaped me. But I'll get them if I have to destroy all of Toyland!
To the rafts!
Stand back! Here comes the king.
Why all the commotion?
Have you no reverence for my beauty sleep? !
Sorry your majesty, but we were celebrating the rescue... of Tom Tom and Bo Peep, from Bogeyland.
Splendid news!
And who had the courage to do this?
They did, sir.
Did you get Barnaby?
No sir! He was running so fast, we couldn't catch him.
- He was scared to death, wasn't he?
- He sure was!
Well tell me all about it.
Stannie and me chased Barnaby and the Bogeyman so far, they'll never come back!
- What do these Bogeyman look like?
- Oh they're terrible looking things!
They're half man and half animal!
With great big ears, great big mouths, and long claws,
- Come back! - You don't have to run away!
- Nothing to be afraid of! - You're not scared now!
They're not half as bad as they look!
There they are!
Follow me!
Break in the door!
- Here!
- What are you going to do?
We'll fix those Bogeymen!
Come on, now!
- Say, you know what!
- Let's load them in the cannon!
Get some more darts!
- You know what! - What?
The wooden soldiers!
Let's get the cannon and give them a parting shot!
Hunger strike?
How long has this been going on?
She hasn't had a thing yesterday or today.
- Sending meals up to her regularly?
- Yes, sir. Why don't you jam it down her throat?
It's not that simple, Mr. Andrews.
I'll talk to her myself. Have some food brought up to her.
Yes, sir.
I won't eat a thing until you let me off this boat.
Come now, Ellie. You know I'll have my way.
Not this time, you won't! I'm already married to him.
You'll never live under the same roof with him.
I'll see to it.
Get it through your head, King Westley and I are married!
Definitely, legally, actually married! It's over, it's finished.
There's not a thing you can do about it. I'm over 21 and so is he.
While you've been onboard I've arranged to have your marriage annulled.
Annulled. I'll have something to say about that and so will King.
I expect him to.
The vittles.
Come in. I told you not to bring any food in here.
Now wait a minute. This isn't for you.
Put it down here.
Smart, aren't you?
So subtle. Strategy, my dear.
Was it strategy sending those gorillas to drag me away from the Justice of the Peace?
Your idea of strategy is to use a lead pipe.
I've won many arguments that way.
Besides not liking him, you haven't got a thing against King.
- He's a fake. - He's one of the best flyers in the country.
He's no good. You married him because I said not to.
You're always telling me what not to do.
Because you've always been a stubborn idiot.
I come from a long line of stubborn idiots.
Don't shout so. You may work up an appetite.
I'll shout if I want to! I'll scream if I want to!
All right, scream.
Let me off this boat or I'll break every piece of furniture in here!
Here, now.
Have a nice piece of juicy steak. You don't have to eat it.
Just smell it. It's a poem.
Lower the boats! Catch her!
Come on, men!
She got away, sir.
Of course, she's too smart for you.
Send a wireless to the Lovington Detective Agency.
"Daughter escaped again.
"Watch roads, airports and train stations in Miami."
Palm Beach, Savannah, Jacksonville New York, Philadelphia.
We're wasting our time. Imagine Ellie Andrews riding on a bus.
I told the old man it was bunk.
Ticket for New York, please.
- Here's your ticket.
- Thank you very much.
Thank you.
What's going on here?
I'd like to use that phone.
Go away. This is history in the making.
- What?
- There's a man biting a dog in there.
Heel, boy.
I can't stand this any longer.
In a pig's eye, you will.
Listen monkey face, when you fired me, you fired the best news hound your filthy scandal sheet ever had.
You wouldn't know a newspaper story if it kicked you in the pants.
I got all your copy.
Why didn't you tell me you were gonna write it in Greek?
I'd start a new department.
That was free verse, you gas house palooka.
What was free about it?
It cost this paper a gob of dough.
And it's not going to cost us any more!
Gordon.
Did you know he reversed the charge?
What?
Why you....
When you get back to New York, you keep far away from this office.
You're fired. You don't work here anymore and you never will.
What'd he say?
So, you're changing your tune?
You're late with your apologies.
I wouldn't go back to work for you if you begged me on your hands and knees!
I hope this'll be a lesson to you.
Did we tell that baby?
- We don't need anymore of his lip.
- You told him, Pete.
I guess he knows now, how I feel about his job.
I bet he does, too.
Is my chariot ready?
Your chariot awaiteth withouteth, mighty King.
- Lead on, sire.
- Make way for the king.
Make way for the king.
Long live the king.
Philadelphia, all aboard!
Step down Marty, King is back.
On the rack in the back.
It's your goodbye chariot.
Make hams of you and scram!
Two thousand miles is a long trip.
Make yourself comfortable with a pleasant pillow.
Pillow, sir?
Driver! If you'll be good enough to move those newspapers, I'll have a seat.
Hey, wait a minute!
What do you think you're doing?
The papers. What's the idea of throwing them out?
The papers?
It's a long story, my friend.
I never did like the idea of sitting on newspapers.
I did it once, and all the headlines came off on my white pants.
It actually happened. Nobody bought a paper that day.
They followed me all over town and read the news off the seat of my pants.
A fresh guy. What you need is a good sock on the nose.
Listen partner, you may not like my nose, but I do.
I always wear it out in the open so if anybody wants to take a sock at it, they can.
Yeah?
Now, that's a brilliant answer. Why didn't I think of it?
Our conversation could have been over long ago.
Yeah?
If you keep that up, we won't get anywhere.
Yeah?
You got me. Yeah!
Excuse me, lady. But that upon which you sit is mine.
I beg your pardon?
Now listen, I put up a stiff fight for that seat.
So, if it's just the same to you, scram.
Driver, are these seats reserved?
- No. First come, first serve.
- Thank you.
These seats accommodate two people, don't they?
Maybe they do, maybe they don't.
Thank you.
Move over.
This is a "maybe they do."
If you'd ask me real nice, I might put that bag up there for you.
Next time you drop in, bring your folks.
Get some! Come on, everybody!
Hot dogs, folks!
Rest station, 15 minutes. We'll only be here 15 minutes.
Red hot coffee!
Right around there.
Get the red hot coffee! Hot dogs!
Can't enjoy the ride unless you eat!
He got away.
I found myself in the middle of brush and no sign of the skunk.
I don't know what you're raving about, young man.
- Furthermore, I'm not interested.
- Well of all the....
Maybe you'll be interested to know your bag is gone.
My heavens! It's gone!
I knew you'd catch on eventually.
- What am I going to do now?
- Don't tell me your ticket was in it.
No, got that all right. But not my money. All I have here is $4.
You can wire home for money in Jacksonville.
No, I can't.
- Yes, I guess I will.
- I'll tell the driver about your bag.
Thank you, I'd rather you didn't.
Don't be a fool. You've lost your bag. The company should pay for it.
- What's your name?
- I don't want it reported!
That's silly. The company will take care of it.
Can you understand English?
Would you please keep out of my affairs?
I want to be left alone.
Why, you ungrateful brat.
Board!
All aboard!
Jacksonville, 30 minutes for breakfast.
Only 30 minutes for breakfast.
Just 30 minutes. That's all. No more.
Read all about it!
I'm so sorry.
Silly, isn't it?
Why, everybody's gone!
Thank you for that, very much.
- We're in Jacksonville, aren't we?
- Yes.
That was foolish of me.
Why didn't you shove me away?
I hated to wake you up.
You look kind of pretty asleep.
How about some breakfast?
No thank you. No, I'm going to the Windsor Hotel.
Windsor?
You'll never make it in time. We leave in a half an hour.
No, they'll wait for me.
Driver, I'm going to be a few minutes late. Be sure to wait for me.
Yeah?
Yes.
Where's the bus to New York?
It left about 20 minutes ago.
But that's ridiculous. I was on that bus. I told them to wait.
I'm sorry, miss, but it's gone.
Good morning.
Remember me?
I'm the fellow you slept on last night.
Seems to me, I've already thanked you for that.
What time's the next bus?
8:00 tonight.
8:00?
That's 12 hours.
Sorry, miss.
What's wrong?
Wouldn't the old meanies wait for you?
Why are you so excited? You missed it, too.
Yeah, I missed it too.
Don't tell me you did it on my account.
I hope you haven't any idea that what happened last night is....
Young man, you needn't concern yourself about me.
I can take care of myself.
You're doing a pretty sloppy job of it.
Here's your ticket.
My ticket?
I found it on the seat.
Thank you. It must have fallen out of my purse.
You'll never get away with it, Miss Andrews.
- What are you talking about?
- You won't get away with it.
Your father will stop you before you get halfway to New York.
You must have me confused with someone else.
Quit kidding. It's all over the front page.
I've always been curious to know what kind of a girl would marry a front-page aviator like King Westley.
Take my advice. Grab the next bus back to Miami. That guy's a phoney.
I didn't ask for your advice.
That's right. You didn't.
You're not going to notify my father, are you?
What for?
You probably could get some money out of him.
I never thought of that.
If you promise not to do it, I'll pay you as much as he will.
You won't gain a thing by giving me up.
I'm willing to make it worth your while.
I've got to get to New York without being stopped.
It's very important to me.
I'd pay you now, only all I had when I jumped off the yacht was a watch.
I had to pawn it to get these clothes.
I'll give you my address. You can contact me in New York.
Never mind.
I had you pegged right from the jump.
Just the spoiled brat of a rich father. The only way you get anything is to buy it.
You're in a jam and all you can think of is your money. It never fails, does it?
Ever hear of the word "humility"?
No, you wouldn't.
It never occurred to you to say "Please, Mister, I'm in trouble.
That'd bring you down off your high horse.
I'll tell you something to ease your mind.
You don't have to worry about me.
I'm not interested in your money or your problem.
You, King Westley, your father. You're all a lot of hooey to me.
You send telegrams here?
I'm just fine, thanks.
And how are you?
"To Joe Gordon, in care of New York Mail, New York.
"Am I laughing. The biggest scoop of the year just dropped in my lap.
"I know where Ellen Andrews is." No, do you really?
Go on. Send the telegram.
"How would you like to have the story? You big tub of...."
Mush.
"Tub of mush. Well, try and get it.
"What I said about never writing another line for you still goes.
"Are you burning?
Peter Warne."
That'll be $2.60.
- Send it collect. - Collect?
Collect.
Bus leaving for Savannah, Charleston, Columbia, Greensboro, Richmond Washington, Baltimore, Philadelphia, New York....
Hi, sister. All alone? My name's Shapeley.
May as well get acquainted, it's a long trip. Gets tiresome.
Especially for somebody like you.
You look like you've got class.
Yes, with a capital "K". I'm the guy that knows class when he sees it.
Believe you me. Ask any of the boys. They'll tell you.
Shapeley sure knows how to pick them.
Shapeley's the name and that's the way I like them.
You made no mistake sitting next to me.
Most girls you meet on the bus ain't nothing to write home to the wife about.
You gotta be awful careful who you hit it up with.
You can't be too particular, neither.
What's the matter, you ain't saying much?
Seems to me you're doing excellently without any assistance.
That's pretty good. "Seems to me you're doing excellently without any assistance."
Well shut my big, nasty mouth.
Looks like you're one up on me.
There's nothing I like better than to meet a high-class mama that can snap back at you.
The colder they are, the hotter they get.
That's what I always say.
Yes, sir.
When a cold mama gets hot, boy how she sizzles.
Now you're just my type.
Believe me, sister, I could go for you in a big way.
"Fun-on-the-side Shapeley," they call me. With accent on the "fun". Believe you me.
Believe you me, you bore me to distraction.
Looks like you're two up on me now.
Hey, you.
- There's a seat over there for you. - What's the idea?
I'd like to sit next to my wife, if you don't mind.
- Your wife?
- Yes.
Come on.
Yeah. Sure, excuse me.
You know, I was just....
Sure. Excuse me, miss. I was just trying to make things pleasant.
Excuse me, I....
I didn't mean anything, Doc.
- No offence, Doc. - No.
If you promise not to snap my head off, I'd like to thank you.
Forget it. I didn't do it for you. His voice gets on my nerves.
What'd you do all day?
Ran in and out of doorways. Trying to keep out of the rain.
Your clothes are all wet.
Here.
You're as helpless as a baby.
Thank you.
Here you are, folks. Cigars, cigarettes, chewing gum, candy, magazines.
Here, boy.
- Yes, ma'am. - A box of chocolates, please.
- Never mind. She doesn't want it. - But....
- Of course, I do. What do you mean?
- Beat it.
Well, you've got your nerve. Here, boy!
$1 .60.
You had $4 last night.
How will you get to New York at this rate?
That's none of your business.
You're on a budget from now on.
- Just a minute.
You can't-- - Shut up.
- What's the matter, officer?
- Bridge washed out.
Looks like we can't get through till morning.
If any passengers want a place to sleep you'll find an auto camp up yonder a piece.
- Where?
- Right over there. See those lights?
Dyke's Auto camp.
All right, thanks. Hey, brat.
Are you talking to me?
Yeah. Come on, we're stopping here for the night.
Hey! Come on, we're all set.
Good evening. Hope you and your husband rest comfortable.
Come on!
What are you going to do, stay out there all night?
Darn clever, these Armenians?
Yeah, it's a gift.
I just had the unpleasant sensation of hearing you referred to as my husband.
Yeah. I forgot to tell you about that. I registered as Mr. and Mrs.
You did?
What am I expected to do?
Leap for joy?
I kind of half expected you to thank me.
Your ego is absolutely colossal.
Yeah, it's not bad. How's yours?
You know, compared to you, my friend Shapeley's an amateur.
Just whatever gave you any idea I'd stand for this?
Now wait a minute. Let's get this straightened out right now.
If you're nursing any silly notion that I'm interested in you, forget it.
You're just a headline to me.
A headline?
You're not a newspaper man, are you?
Chalk up one for your side.
Now listen. You want to get to King Westley, don't you?
All right, I'm here to help you. What I want is your story.
Exclusive. A day-to-day account. All about your mad fight to happiness.
I need that story. Between you and me, I've got to have it.
Isn't that just too cute.
There's a brain behind that face of yours, isn't there?
You've got everything nicely figured out for yourself. Including this.
This?
Well, that's a matter of simple mathematics.
These cabins cost $2 a night.
I'm very sorry to inform you, wifey dear but the family purse won't stand for our having separate establishment.
Thank you very much, sir. You've been very kind.
It's all right with me. Go on out in the storm.
But I'm going to follow you.
Yeah.
And if you get tough, I'll just have to turn you over to your old man. Right now.
Savvy?
That's my whole plot in a nutshell.
A simple story for simple people.
You behave yourself, I'll see you get to King Westley.
If not, I'll just have to spill the beans to Papa.
Now, which of these beds do you prefer?
This one? All right.
That, I suppose, makes everything quite all right.
This?
I like privacy when I retire. Yes, I'm very delicate in that respect.
Prying eyes annoy me.
Behold the walls of Jericho.
Maybe not as thick as the ones that Joshua blew down with his trumpet.
But a lot safer.
You see, I have no trumpet.
Now to show you my heart's in the right place I'll give you my best pair of pyjamas.
Do you mind joining the Israelites?
You don't want to join the Israelites?
All right. Perhaps you're interested in how a man undresses.
There's a funny thing about that. Quite a study in psychology.
No two men do it alike.
I once knew a man who kept his hat on until he was completely undressed.
Now he made a picture.
Years later, his secret came out. He wore a toupee.
I have a method all my own.
If you'll notice, the coat came first. Then the tie. Then the shirt.
Now, according to Hoyle, after that the pants should be next.
There's where I'm different.
I go for the shoes next.
First the right. Then the left.
After that, it's every man for himself.
Still with me, brat?
Don't be a sucker.
A good night's rest will do you a lot of good.
Besides, you got nothing to worry about.
The walls of Jericho will protect you from the big bad wolf.
"Who's afraid of the big bad wolf?
The big bad wolf
"The big bad wolf
"She's afraid of the big bad wolf Tra, la, la, la, la"
Would you mind please, putting out the light?
No, not at all.
I wish you'd take those things off the walls of Jericho.
Excuse me.
By the way, what's your name?
What's that?
Who are you?
Who, me?
I'm the whippoorwill that cries in the night.
I'm the soft morning breeze that caresses your lovely face.
You've got a name, haven't you?
Yeah, I got a name. Peter Warne.
Peter Warne.
I don't like it.
Don't let it bother you. You're giving it back to me in the morning.
Pleased to meet you, Mr. Warne.
The pleasure is all mine, Mrs. Warne.
- Another message, sir. - What is it?
What is it?
It's from Charleston.
"Checking every northbound train.
"Also assigned 20 operators to watch main highways.
"No sign of her yet. Will continue to do all possible.
"Signed, Lovington Detective Agency."
It's just the same as all the others.
- Yes, sir? - I said I was in a hurry to get to New York.
- What are we crawling for?
- I got it wide open.
- All right, step on it. - Yes, sir.
I hope she's all right.
All right?
Of course, she's all right. What could happen to her?
- Nothing, sir. - Then shut up about it.
Hello?
Hey, mister.
Hello.
What's the matter, you not up yet?
- What time is it?
- 8:00. Here.
It's a toothbrush, thanks.
My dress, you had it pressed.
Come on. Breakfast will be ready soon.
You sweet thing. Where'd you get it pressed?
I'll count to 10.
If you're not out of bed by then I'll drag you out myself.
- One, two, three, four, five....
- I really think you would!
I'm out! I'm out!
You'll find the showers just behind the second cottage.
Outside?
All the best homes have them outside.
I can't go out like this.
- Like what?
- Like this. I have no robe.
Here, use mine.
Thanks.
Make it snappy.
Wait, it's not my fault. You got the sleeve.
- Here are my puppets. - Thanks.
Where'd you say the showers were?
Here's a towel.
Thank you.
You're kind of little, aren't you?
Where's the shower?
Your hair's cute like that. You should never comb it.
I'll find it myself.
Are the showers in there?
They ain't out here.
Thank you.
Can't a body have a little privacy around here?
You want a shower around here, you'll stand in line.
Hi, sister. You remember me, Shapeley?
Say, I'm sorry about last night.
Didn't know you was married to that guy. You should've told me right off.
High time you got back.
I met some very interesting women at the showers.
We got chatting about this and that. You know how time flies.
Come on. Sit down.
My, my. Scrambled eggs.
Egg.
One egg. One donut, black coffee. That's your ration till lunch.
Any complaints?
No. No complaints.
I'd have cream for your coffee, but I'd be buying a whole pint.
You don't have to apologise to me.
You don't know how much I appreciate all this.
What makes you so disgustingly cheerful this morning?
Must be the spring.
I thought maybe "believe you me" told you some more snappy stories.
No. He apologised for last night. Said he didn't know we were married.
Just shows you how wrong a guy can be.
- Donut?
- Thanks.
You think this whole business is silly?
Running away and all.
No. Makes too good a story.
Yes, you do. You think I'm a fool and a spoiled brat.
Perhaps I am. Although, I don't see how I can be.
Spoiled people are used to having their way.
I never have. On the contrary.
I've always been told what to do and how to do it and when and with whom.
Can you believe, this is the first time I've ever been alone with a man?
Yeah.
It's a wonder I'm not panic-stricken.
You're doing all right.
Thanks.
Nurses, governesses, chaperones, even bodyguards. It's been a lot of fun.
One consolation, you can never get lonesome.
It has its moments. It's become a sort of game, trying to outwit father's detectives.
I did once. Actually went shopping without a bodyguard.
It was swell. I felt absolutely immoral.
It didn't last long, they found me in a department store.
I was so mad, I ran out the back way and jumped into the first car I saw.
Guess who was in it?
Santa Claus?
Ghandi?
King Westley was in it.
- Is that how you met him?
- Yes.
We rode around all afternoon. Father was frantic.
By 6:00, he was having all the rivers dragged.
Where'd you learn to dunk, in finishing school?
Now don't you start telling me I shouldn't dunk.
Of course you shouldn't. You don't know how.
Dunking is an art. Don't let it soak so long. A dip and sock, into your mouth.
You leave it in too long, it gets soft and falls off.
It's all a matter of timing. I'll write a book about it.
Thanks, professor.
Just goes to show you. $20 million, and you don't know how to dunk.
I'd change places with a plumber's daughter any day.
How do I know who you are?
I never saw you before.
You can't go around bothering my tenants. There's no girl by that name here.
How do I know you're detectives?
Show him your credentials, Mac.
Detectives.
That's father at work. Peter, what'll I do?
Maybe I can jump out of the window. They won't see me.
Get yourself all mussed up.
Get your hair down over your eyes and undo your buttons.
I got a letter from Aunt Bella last week.
She said if we don't stop over in Wilkes-Barre, she'll never forgive us.
What are you talking about?
The baby's due next month. They want us to come.
She saw your sister on the street the other day. Said she's looking swell.
Come in.
I hope Aunt Bella has a boy, don't you?
Grandma says it's gonna be a girl. She hasn't missed calling one in years.
Man here to see you, sweetheart.
Who, me?
You wanna see me?
What's your name?
- Are you addressing me?
- Yeah. What's your name?
Wait a minute.
That's my wife you're talking to.
What do you mean coming here?
What do you want?
- We're looking for somebody. - Fine, but don't come busting in here.
This isn't a public park.
I got news to take a sock at you.
- Take it easy. - The men are detectives.
Even if they're the whole police department they can't bust in here, questioning my wife.
Don't get so excited. He asked you a simple question.
Is that so? How many times have I told you not to butt in?
You don't have to lose your temper!
As usual. Every time I try to protect you.
At the elks dance, when that big Swede hit on you.
He did not! I told you a million times.
He kept pawing you all over the dance floor.
He didn't. You were drunk.
Nuts! Just like your old man.
Once a plumber's daughter, always a plumber's daughter.
There ain't an ounce of brains in your family.
Peter Warne, you've gone far enough!
- Shut up! - You see what you've done?
Sorry, but you see, we've gotta check up on everybody.
We're looking for a girl named Ellen Andrews.
Daughter of that big Wall Street mogul.
Too bad you're not looking for a plumber's daughter.
Quit bawling!
I told you they were a perfectly nice married couple.
You weren't bad, jumping in like that.
- You've got a brain. - You're not so bad, yourself.
We could start a two-people stock company.
Things get tough, we'll play to small town auditoriums.
We'll call this one, "The Great Deception."
What about "Cinderella" or a real hot love story?
No, too mushy.
I like mushy stuff.
Quit bawling!
Bus leaves in five minutes!
- What?
- Your bus leaves in five minutes.
Holy smoke, we're not even packed yet.
I'm starting to think you couldn't find your way home.
This is the last session....
- Yeah?
- Telegram for you.
- Bring it in. - Another wire from Peter Warne.
Warne?
Throw it in the wastebasket. Wait a minute. What does it say?
"Have I got a story. Stop. It's getting hotter and hotter.
"Hope you're the same."
- Collect? - Yes.
- If you accept another one, you're fired.
And that gives me an idea for all of you.
I want action, Lovington, action.
- We can't do the impossible. - It isn't impossible.
She's somewhere between here and Miami. I want her found.
- I put extra men on, the whole way. - That's not enough.
Send in Clark and Brown.
- You sure she isn't with King Westley?
- No.
He's being trailed 24 hours a day.
He can't even get a phone call we don't know about.
I'm worried. After all, something might have happened to her.
I don't think so.
Brown, arrange a radio broadcast.
Coast-to-coast hook up.
Offer a reward of $10,000 for information on her whereabouts.
Clark, send the story to all of the newspapers.
Some out-of-town papers may not have a picture of her.
Wire this to them. I want the story to break right away.
Now we'll get some action!
Fine, that's fine.
You know that one about the man who flew on the trapeze?
Yeah.
"Once I was happy but now I'm forlorn
"Like an old coat that is tattered and torn
"Left in this wide world to weep and to mourn
"Betrayed by a maid in her teens
"This maid that I loved she was handsome
"And I tried all I knew how to please
"But I never could please her one-quarter so well
"As the man on the flying trapeze
"He flies through the air with the greatest of ease
"The daring young man on the flying trapeze
"His actions are graceful, all the girls he does please
"And my love he has stolen away"
I know the second verse there.
"Now he'd play with a miss like a cat with a mouse
"His eyes would undress every girl in the house
"Perhaps he is better described as a louse And still people came just the same
"Now he smiles from the bar on the people below
"And one night he smiled on my love
"She blew him a kiss
"And she hollered bravo And he hung by his schnozzle from above
"He floats through the air with the greatest of ease
"Daring young man on the flying trapeze His actions are graceful
"All the girls he does please And my love he has stolen away"
Do you mind if I take the third one?
"I wept and I whimpered I simpered for weeks
"While she spent her time with the circus' freaks
"The tears were like hailstones that rolled down my cheeks
"Alas, Alack and Alaska
"I went to this fellow the villain, and I said
"I'll see that you get your deserts
"His thumb to his nose he put up with a sneer
"He sneered once again and said no
"He flies through the air with the greatest of ease
"That daring young man on the flying trapeze
"His actions are graceful The girls he does please
"My love he has stolen away"
- Everybody keep your seats. - Thank the man for me, Peter.
It's the first comfortable position I've been in all night.
"She flies through the air with the greatest of ease
"The daring young--"
What's the matter with you? Somebody help.
Something happened to her.
Look how pale she is.
Let's give her a chance to snap out of it.
Don't worry. She'll be all right.
We ain't ate nothing since yesterday.
What happened to your money?
Ma spent it all on the tickets. We didn't know it was gonna be so much.
We shouldn't have come, I guess.
But Ma said there was a job waiting for her in New York and if we didn't go, she might lose it.
She'll be all right when she's had something to eat.
The next time we come to, you buy some food. Now come on.
I shouldn't ought to take this. Ma'll get mad.
Don't tell her. You don't want her to get sick again.
No, but you might need it.
Come on.
I got millions.
Here.
- Thanks. - Come on, go back.
Better phone for some help.
Go phone if you want to. The nearest town is 10 miles away.
Yeah?
Say, buddy. Like to take a look at my paper?
Travelling like this, you lose track of what's going on in the world.
Take that story there, for instance.
If I was to see that dame, you know what I'd do?
No.
I'd go fifty-fifty with you.
Why?
Because I don't believe in hogging.
A bird that figures that way always ends up behind the eight ball.
That's what I always say.
What's on your mind?
Five G's or I crab the works.
Let's get away from here and talk this over privately.
I knew she wasn't your wife all the time.
Lucky thing, my running into you. Just the man I need.
- You made no mistake, believe me. - I can use a smart guy like you.
- When you're talking to old man Shapeley...
Huh?
A gat. A rod.
- Got any fireworks on you? - No.
I got a couple of machine guns in my suitcase. I'll give you one of them.
May have trouble up north. Have to shoot it out with the cops.
If you manage, those five G's are as good as in the bag. Maybe more.
I'll talk to the Killer, he'll take care of you.
Killer? Yeah.
The big boy. The boss of the outfit.
You're not kidnapping her, are you?
What else, stupid?
You don't think we're after that penny-ante reward?
$10, 000? Chicken feed.
Now listen, we're holding that dame for a million smackers.
Say, I didn't know it was anything like this. You see, I've got....
What's the matter?
You getting yellow?
I'm a married man. I got a couple of kids.
I can't afford to get....
Pipe down your mug before I....
What are you trying to do, tell the whole world about it?
Listen, you're into this thing and you're staying in, get me?
You know too much.
I won't say anything, honest I won't.
How do I know that?
I got a notion to plug you.
- Why should I take a chance with you?
- Trust me, mister. I'll keep my mouth shut.
Yeah?
What's your name?
Oscar Shapeley.
- Where do you live?
- Orange, New Jersey.
Got a couple of kids?
Yes, sir. Just babies. A little golden-haired girl.
- You love them, don't you?
- Yes, I do.
You wouldn't.
You're not thinking of--
- You keep your trap shut, all right? - Sure.
- If you don't.... - I'll keep my trap shut. I will.
You ever hear of Bugs Dooley?
Bugs Dooley? No.
He was a nice guy, just like you.
And he made a big mistake one day.
Got a little too talkative.
- You know what happened to his kid? - No.
I can't tell you.
But when Bugs heard about it he blew his brains out.
That's terrible.
He had it coming to him. He talked too much. I never talk.
I never say a word. Word of honour.
I wouldn't want anything to happen to my kids.
Okay. Just remember that.
Now beat it.
Sure, mister. Thanks. I always knew you guys were--
Come on, scram. And stay away from that bus.
Sure. Anything you say.
- You wouldn't shoot me in the back?
- If you don't beat it....
I'm going.
What's wrong?
Why do we have to leave the bus? Come on.
Don't ask so many questions.
Why?
Poor old Shapeley. You shouldn't have frightened him like that.
At the rate he's going, he's probably crossed two state lines by this time.
Why did we have to leave the bus?
When Shapeley stops running, he's going to start thinking, isn't he?
I've been doing a little thinking myself.
The next town we come to, you better wire your father.
What's the matter, are you weakening? No.
I was just thinking of you. A starvation diet may not agree with you.
Did you give that child all your money?
I gave him nothing. You were the big-hearted gal.
All the money I had was that ten spot.
So I've been thinking you better wire your father.
No, sir. I started out for New York and I'm going to get there if I have to starve all the way.
Okay.
What is this strange power this man Westley has over you women?
Here, take these.
- Hold on to them. Get up on that log. - That?
Get up on the log.
I wish you'd stop being playful.
So sorry. You know, this is the first time in years I've ridden piggyback.
This isn't piggyback.
- Of course it is. - You're crazy.
I remember distinctly my father taking me for a piggyback ride.
- And he carried you like this?
- Yes.
Your father didn't know beans about piggyback riding.
My uncle has four children. I've seen them ride piggyback.
I'll bet there isn't a good piggyback rider in your family.
I never knew a rich man who could piggyback ride.
You're prejudiced.
Show me a good piggy backer. I'll show you a real human.
Take Abraham Lincoln for instance. A natural born piggy backer.
Where do you get off with that stuffed-shirt family of yours?
My father was a great piggy backer.
Here, hold this a minute.
Thank you.
How long does this keep up?
My feet are killing me.
This looks like the best spot.
We're not going to sleep out here, are we?
I don't know about you, but I'm going to give a good imitation of it.
Peter?
What?
I'm awfully hungry.
It's just your imagination.
No it isn't.
I'm hungry and scared.
You can't be hungry and scared both at the same time.
Well, I am.
If you're scared, it scares the hunger out of you.
Not if you're more hungry than scared.
All right, you win. Let's forget about it.
I can't forget it. I'm still hungry.
Holy smoke! Why did I ever get mixed up with you?
If I had any sense, I'd be in New York by this time.
What about your story?
Taking a married woman back to her husband.
I turned out to be the prize sucker.
All right, come on. Your bed's all ready.
I'll get my clothes all wrinkled.
- Then take them off. - What?
All right, don't take them off.
Do what you please, but shut up about it.
You're becoming awfully disagreeable lately.
You just snap my head off every time I open my mouth.
If being with me is so distasteful to you, you can leave.
You can leave any time you see fit.
Nobody's holding you here.
I can get along.
Peter?
Peter!
- What's the matter?
- I was so scared!
What's got into you? I left for a minute to find you something to eat.
I know but....
Here, eat your head off.
I don't want it now.
- I thought you said you were hungry. - I was, but--
But what?
I was so scared, it scared the hunger--
Holy jumping catfish. You drive a guy crazy.
It's liable to get chilly before morning.
Better use this.
What are you thinking about?
By a strange coincidence, I was thinking of you.
- Really?
- Yeah.
I was just wondering what makes dames like you so dizzy.
What did you say we're supposed to be doing?
Hitchhiking.
You've given me a very good example of the hiking.
Where does the hitching come in?
It's a little early yet. No cars out.
If it's the same to you I'm going to sit right here and wait until they come.
You got a toothpick?
- What's the matter?
- I got hay in my teeth.
No, I haven't got a toothpick. Here, I got a penknife, though.
Now hold still.
- Be careful. - All right. Where is it?
All right, now hold still.
Here. Get it?
Thanks.
You should have swallowed that. You won't have any breakfast, you know?
You needn't rub it in.
- What are you eating?
- Carrots.
- Raw?
- Want one?
No.
Why didn't you get me something I could eat?
That's right, I forgot. The idea of offering a raw carrot to an Andrews.
You don't think I'm going around panhandling for you, do you?
Have one of these. Best thing for you, carrots.
I hate the horrid things.
I wish you wouldn't talk so much. Now we let a car get away.
And suppose nobody stops for us?
They'll stop all right. It's a matter of knowing how to handle them.
And you're an expert I suppose. Expert.
And I'll write a book about it. Call it "The Hitchhiker's Hail."
There's no end to your accomplishments, is there?
- You think it's simple? - No.
Well, it is simple.
It's all in that old thumb, see?
Some people do it like this. Or like this.
All wrong. Never get anywhere.
The poor things.
But that old thumb never fails. It's all a matter of how you do it, though.
Now you take No. 1, for instance.
That's a short jerky movement, like this. That shows independence.
You don't care if they stop or not. You got money.
- Clever. - No. 2, that's a little wider movement.
Smile goes with this one, like this.
That means you got a brand-new story about the farmer's daughter.
You figured that out all by yourself?
That's nothing. No. 3, that's a pip. That's the pitiful one.
When you're broke and hungry, everything looks black.
It's a long sweeping movement like this. Gotta follow through, though.
That's amazing.
But it's no good, if you haven't got a long face to go with it.
Here comes a car. Okay.
Now watch me. I'm gonna use No. 1.
Keep your eye on that thumb, baby, and see what happens.
I still got my eye on the thumb.
Something must have gone wrong. I'll try No. 2.
When you get to 100, wake me up.
I don't think I'll write that book after all.
Think of all the fun you had, though.
You mind if I try?
You?
Don't make me laugh.
You're such a smart aleck. Nobody knows anything but you.
I'll stop a car and I won't use my thumb.
What are you gonna do?
It's a system all my own.
Aren't you going to give me a little credit?
What for?
I proved once and for all that the limb is mightier than the thumb.
Why didn't you take off all your clothes?
You could have stopped 40 cars.
I'll remember that when we need 40 cars.
So, you're just married? That's pretty good.
But if I was young, that's the way I'd spend my honeymoon.
Yes, sir. "Hitchhiking down the highway
"Of love on a honeymoon
"Hitchhiking down the highway, down"
Aren't you afraid you'll burn out a tonsil?
Tonsil?
Me? No.
Me burn a tonsil? "My tonsils won't burn"
All right, let it go.
"Turn"
How about a bite to eat?
- That would be lovely. - No thanks, we're not hungry.
Young people in love are never hungry.
No.
"Young people in love
"Are very seldom hungry
"People in love are very seldom hungry"
What were you going to do?
Gold dig that guy for a meal?
Sure, I was. No fooling, I'm hungry.
Eat a carrot.
No.
I'm going in to ask him.
You do and I'll break your neck.
Come on, let's get out of here. Stretch our legs.
I'm sorry....
That's all right.
Hey! Come here!
You've got my suitcase!
What happened to you?
I was worried. - Get in.
- Look at your face! You've got a cut!
Well, what happened? A road thief.
Picks people up, runs off with their things. What a racket.
How'd you get the car?
I gave him a black eye for it and had to tie him up to a tree.
Can't be much gas left in this thing.
Gotta start promoting some.
Better take the things out of the pocket of that coat.
That'll be good for ten gallons.
I haven't changed my mind, Westley. I want you to understand that.
I don't like you. Never have. Never will.
Now that's clear enough, isn't it?
You've made it evident by your threats of annulment.
It hasn't worried me for a minute.
Ellie and I got married because we love each other. She's proving it.
As far as I'm concerned, there's going to be no annulment.
You've got hold of a good thing and you're going to hang on to it?
All right, you win.
I'll just have to get used to you.
I admit, I'm licked.
But it's only because I'm worried.
If I don't find her soon, I'll go crazy.
I could have helped if it hadn't been for you. I've been watched so closely-- I know.
Well, you can help now.
I've got a room full of reporters in there.
Now, I want you to make a statement.
Say that we've talked things over and come to an understanding.
And that if she returns I won't interfere with your marriage.
- All right?
- Yeah, that's quite all right.
Okay.
I hope you and your wife spend a pleasant week with us.
So do I. Thank you.
Goodnight.
Goodnight.
- All right, brat. - Any luck? Yeah.
He finally agreed to let us have a cabin.
What about the money?
I talked him out of that idea. He thinks we're staying a week.
- I must think something up before morning. - That's swell. Yeah?
I'm glad you think so. If you ask me, I think it's foolish.
I told you there's no use in staying here. We can make New York in three hours.
I thought you were in a hurry to get back.
Whoever heard of getting in at 3:00 in the morning?
Everybody will be asleep.
Okay.
Cottage no. 6.
There you go, trusting people again. How many times did I tell you--
But he looked like a nice, upright young fellow, Ma.
We're on the last lap.
Tomorrow morning, you'll be in the arms of your husband.
Yeah.
You'll have a great story, won't you?
Yeah.
Swell.
Thanks.
We certainly outsmarted your father.
I guess you ought to be happy.
Am I going to see you in New York?
Nope.
Why not?
I don't make it a policy to run around with married women.
There's no harm in your coming to see us.
Not interested.
Won't I ever see you again?
What for? I've served my purpose!
I brought you back to King Westley.
That's what you wanted, wasn't it?
Have you ever been in love, Peter?
Me?
Yes.
Haven't you ever thought about it at all?
It seems to me you could make some girl wonderfully happy.
Sure, I've thought about it.
Who hasn't?
If I could ever meet the right sort of girl.
Where are you gonna find her?
Somebody that's real. Somebody that's alive.
They don't come that way anymore.
Have I ever thought about it?
I've even been sucker enough to make plans.
I saw an island in the Pacific once. Never been able to forget it.
That's where I'd like to take her.
She'd have to be the sort of a girl who'd jump in the surf with me and love it as much as I did.
Nights when you, the moon and the water all become one.
You feel you're part of something big and marvellous.
That's the only place to live.
The stars are so close overhead you feel you could reach up and stir them around.
I've been thinking about it.
Boy, if I could ever find a girl who was hungry for those things.
Take me with you, Peter. Take me to your island.
I want to do all those things you talked about.
You better go back to your bed.
I love you.
Nothing else matters. But we can run away.
Everything will take care of itself.
Please, Peter I can't let you out of my life now.
I couldn't live without you.
You'd better go back to your bed.
I'm sorry.
Did you mean that?
Would you really go?
All I'm asking is enough gas to get me to New York.
That bag's worth $25.
I got a bag.
I got one for Christmas--
Here's what I'll do.
I'll come back in the morning and buy it back from you with a $10 profit.
- What do you say?
- I ain't got a hat.
- What?
- I ain't got a hat.
Well, you got one now. Come on, fill her up.
Where you been all this time? Everybody's been asking about you.
Get me one drink. Nobody disturbs me for the next half hour.
Sure, boss.
Hello, Agnes. - Don't.
He'll shoot you on sight. - Haven't been shot at in days.
- Get out of here!
Get out! - Now listen, Joe.
Don't "Joe" me.
All right, Joe. Listen.
You know I've always liked you.
Anytime I could help you, ran across a good story I came running to you with it.
I got one now.
The wires were on the level. The biggest scoop ever.
- It's yours. - About the Andrews kid?
I've got it all written up, ready to go. All I want is a $1,000. A $1,000?
Get out of here before--
Don't get sore.
You gotta do this for me.
I need a $1,000 and I need it quick.
I'm in a jam.
What's the $1,000 for?
To tear down the walls of Jericho.
Never mind.
If I told you that Ellen Andrews will annul her marriage?
- She'll marry somebody else. - You're drunk.
Would such a story be worth $1,000 to you?
- If it was on the level.
- I got it, Joe.
- Who's the guy she's gonna marry? - I am.
- You? - Yes.
Now I know you're drunk. I'm going home.
Don't annoy me anymore.
For heaven sakes! Stop being an editor for a minute.
We know each other. You ought to know when I'm serious.
This is on the level. I met her on a bus from Miami.
I've been with her every minute. I'm in love with her.
You gotta get me this money now, quick.
Minutes count.
She's waiting for me outside Philadelphia.
I gotta get right back. She doesn't even know I'm gone.
A guy can't propose to a gal without a cent in the world, can he?
What a story.
On her way to join husband, Ellen Andrews--
That's it.
Let me see that a minute.
Zeke!
I told you, you couldn't trust him.
He's gone.
Who?
The fella who was gonna stay a week. He skipped and took the car with him, too.
We wouldn't have known till morning if I hadn't took that magnesia.
Get up, don't lay there. Let's do something about it.
There ain't nothing we can do if he's gone.
See that? They're gone.
Looks like it, don't it? What's this?
Here's the woman.
- What's the matter? - Where's your husband?
- Husband?
- Yes, if he is your husband.
- Isn't he here?
- No, he ain't.
The car's gone, too.
You got any money? - No.
- Then you'll have to git! Yeah.
You'll have to git.
Please, may I use your phone? I've got to call New York.
You ain't gonna stick me for no phone call.
Go to the sheriff's office, a quarter mile down the road. They'll fix you up.
And listen, next time you better not come back here.
I run a respectable place.
- Thanks, you saved my life.
- Okay. So long kid and good luck.
Goodbye.
You're beautiful. All women are beautiful.
For my dough, he's still the best newspaper man in the business.
Get Hank, quick.
Boy, what a yarn.
Hold up the morning edition.
Break down the front page. We'll have a new layout.
Send in a couple of rewrite men. And Hank, listen.
Don't do a thing.
I've got a story that'll make your hair curl. Wait a minute.
Don't annoy me, I'm busy.
Agnes, send Mike in here!
Dig up all the pictures on that Andrews kid.
And Hank, listen, get Haley out of bed.
I want a cartoon and I want it quick.
Westley's in it. He's waiting at the church with tears on his face.
The bride didn't show up.
Old Man Andrews is laughing his head off.
Everything exaggerated. Snap into it. What is it?
Ellen Andrews?
You're crazy. I'm not.
She phoned her father from an auto camp asking him to come.
He's getting a police escort and Westley's going along.
Yes, she's been travelling by bus.
When she found out her father and Westley made up, she phoned.
Okay, grab a car and stay with them. Get Hank again.
Agnes, get me a doctor, I'm gonna have a nervous breakdown.
Hank, forget what I told you. I'm having a nightmare.
Agnes, you call the police department. Tell them to find Peter Warne.
Send out a general alarm.
I want that dirty crook pinched. You want us?
Change the front page!
Ellen Andrews just phoned her father. She's going home.
She found out Dad withdrew his objections.
She gave herself up. Spread it all over the place! Play it up big!
Major league!
"Love Triumphant." Go on, hop to it.
Okay.
Come on, baby. We gotta get there before she wakes up.
Can't you drive any faster?
"Young people in love are never hungry"
Come on, baby. We've got a police escort.
Come on, baby. They can't make a sucker out of us.
All right, come on.
Step back.
Give them room.
Come on, step back.
How about a picture for the paper, Mr. Andrews?
Wait till she gets home. Later, boys. Later.
"He floats through the air with the greatest of ease
"The daring young man on the flying trapeze"
Get that thing out of the way!
Keep your britches on, we'll get it out.
Hey, you darn fool!
Ellen Andrews is going to marry that Westley guy again.
Gordon's out back some place.
When he comes in, give him this.
Tell him I was just kidding.
- You can't get a thing done around here. - Peter was just in. - What?
- He left this money.
- He said he was just kidding. - Where is he? - There he goes.
- Hey, Pete!
I'm sorry, it was just a little gag. I thought I'd have some fun with you.
Yeah, sure you had me going for a little while, too.
- It wouldn't have made a bad story at that. - No, great.
But that's the way things go.
You think you've got a great yarn and then something comes along and messes up the finish.
And there you are.
Yeah.
Where am I?
When you sober up, come in and talk to me.
Thanks.
Ellie?
Hello, Dad.
I knocked several times.
I'm sorry.
I must have been daydreaming.
Everything's set. Creating quite a furore, too.
Great stunt King is going to pull.
Stunt?
Yeah, he's landing on the lawn in an autogyro.
Yes, I heard.
Personally, I think it's silly, too.
You look lovely, child.
Are you pleased with the gown?
Ellie?
The gown.
Yes, it's nice, isn't it?
What's the matter, child?
What's wrong?
Nothing.
You haven't changed your mind about King have you?
No.
Because if you have, it isn't too late.
You know how I feel about him.
Well, you gave me such a scare when I couldn't find you.
You know, the old pump isn't what it used to be.
I'm sorry, Father. I wouldn't hurt you for anything in the world. You know that.
What's the matter, child?
Aren't you happy?
I thought so.
I knew there was something on your mind.
There, now.
What's the matter?
You haven't fallen in love with someone else, have you?
Have you?
I haven't seen you cry since you were a baby.
This must be serious.
Where'd you meet him?
On the road.
Now don't tell me you've fallen in love with a bus driver?
Oh, no.
Who is he?
I don't know very much about him.
Except that I love him.
If it's as serious as all that, we'll move heaven and earth to--
No, it's no use.
He despises me.
Come now.
Yes, he does. He despises everything about me.
He says that I'm spoiled and selfish and pampered and thoroughly insincere.
Ridiculous.
He doesn't think so much of you, either.
Well, I--
And he blames you for everything that's wrong with me.
He says you raised me stupidly.
And now that's a fine man to fall in love with.
He's marvellous.
What are we going to do about it?
Where is he?
- I don't know.
- I'd like to have a talk with him.
It wouldn't do any good. I practically threw myself at him.
Under the circumstances, don't you think we'd better call this thing off?
No, I'll go through with it.
But that's silly. Seeing the way you feel about him.
No, it doesn't matter.
I don't want to stir up any more trouble.
I've done it all my life.
I've made your life miserable. And mine, too.
I'm tired, father. I'm tired of running around in circles.
He's right, that's what I've been doing ever since I can remember.
I've got to settle down.
It doesn't matter how, where, or with whom.
You've changed, Ellie.
I can't walk out on King now. It would make us all look so ridiculous.
Anyway, what difference does it make?
I'll never see Peter again.
Is that his name?
Peter Warne.
Peter Warne.
Why, do you know him?
Why, no.
Father, you haven't heard from him, have you?
- Don't be silly, of course.
- Please, what's that?
I guess that was his only interest in me, wasn't it?
- The reward.
- I'm sorry you read it.
- Are you going to see him? - I suppose so.
Certainly.
Pay him off.
He's entitled to it. He did an excellent job.
He kept me thoroughly entertained. It's worth every penny he gets.
Thank you, Mary. That's just what I needed.
Mr. Westley's on his way up.
Fine, have him come in.
I'll be going.
If it isn't the bridegroom himself. You're just in time, King.
How are you, Ellie?
You happy?
Happy?
Why shouldn't I be happy?
Here we are, let's drink.
It's up to you now.
I want our life to be full of excitement.
We'll never let up, will we? Never a dull moment.
We'll get on a merry-go-round and never get off.
- Promise you'll never let me get off. - Whatever you say, darling.
It's a promise.
Who?
Why can't I see you at your office?
I'm leaving for Washington tonight. I may be gone several weeks.
I thought, perhaps, you'd like to get this thing settled. Yeah.
But I don't like the idea of butting in on your jamboree.
Between you and me, those things give me a stiff pain.
You don't have to see anybody. You can come directly to my study.
No.
Why do I wanna--
Hey, wait a minute.
Maybe I will come over. Yeah.
I'd like to get a load of that three ring circus you're pulling.
I wanna see what love looks like when it's triumphant.
I haven't had a good laugh in a week.
Mr. Warne?
Yeah.
- Sit down. - Thanks.
I was surprised to get your note. My daughter hadn't told me anything about you.
About your helping her.
That's typical of your daughter. Takes those things for granted.
Why did she think I lugged her from Miami?
She thinks you're entitled to anything you can get.
She does?
Isn't that sweet of her?
You don't, I suppose.
Well, I don't know.
I'll have to see on what you base your claim.
I presume you feel justified.
If I didn't, I wouldn't be here.
I got it all itemised.
"Cash outlay, $8.60.
Top coat, $15.
"Suitcase, $7.50. Hat, $4.
"Three shirts, $4.50.
Total, $39.60.
"All of the above items had to be sold to buy gasoline."
And I sold some shorts and socks, too. I'm throwing those in.
- Yes, I know.
- What's the matter?
Isn't it cheap enough?
Trip like that'd cost you a $1,000, maybe more.
Now, let me get this straight.
You want $39.60 in addition to the $10,000?
What 10,000?
The reward.
Who said anything about a reward?
I'm afraid I'm a little bit confused.
I assumed-- All I want is $39.60.
If you give me a check for it, I'll get out of this joint.
It gives me the jitters.
- You're a peculiar chap. - We'll go into that some other time.
The average man would go after the reward.
Did anybody ever make a sucker out of you?
It's a matter of principle. You probably wouldn't understand.
When anybody takes me for a buggy ride, I don't like paying for the privilege.
Were you taken for a buggy ride?
Yes.
With all the trimmings.
So how about the check, do I get it?
- Certainly. - Thanks.
Here you are.
Thank you.
Do you mind if I ask you a question, frankly?
Do you love my daughter?
Any guy in love with your daughter should be examined.
Now that's an evasion.
She picked herself a perfect running mate, King Westley.
The pill of the century.
She needs a guy that'd sock her once a day whether it's coming to her or not.
If you were wiser, you'd have done it yourself long ago.
Do you love her?
A normal man couldn't live with her without going nutty.
She's my idea of nothing.
I asked you a simple question! Do you love her? Yes!
Now don't hold that against me!
I'm a little screwy myself!
Here's to the merry-go-round.
Perfect.
Now you look natural.
- I hope you got your money. - You bet I did.
- Congratulations. - Thanks.
Same to you.
Stay around and watch the fun. You'll enjoy it immensely.
I would, but I've got a weak stomach.
- I just had a long talk with him. - I'm not interested.
Now just a minute, Ellie.
I don't want to hear another word about him.
Come on, folks.
King Westley has arrived.
Here they come, boys.
Turn them over.
You're a sucker to go through with this.
That guy, Warne, is okay.
He didn't want the reward. All he asked for was $39.60.
It's what he spent on you. Said it was a matter of principle.
You took him for a ride.
He loves you, Ellie.
He told me so.
You don't want to be married to a mug like Westley.
I can buy him off for a pot of gold.
And you can make an old man happy.
And you won't do so bad for yourself.
If you change your mind, your car's waiting at the back gate.
Dearly beloved, we are gathered together here in the sight of God and in the face of this company, to join together this man and this woman in holy matrimony.
If any man can show just cause why they may not lawfully be joined together, let him now speak or else, hereafter forever, hold his peace.
King, will thou have this woman to thy wedded wife so long as you both shall live?
I will.
Ellen, will thou have this man to thy wedded husband so long as you both shall live?
Ellen!
Ellie!
What happened?
I haven't the slightest idea.
Don't want to talk to you. Don't want to talk to anybody.
Don't want to see anybody.
But it's King Westley on the phone.
Hello, my would be ex-son-in-law. I've sent you a check for $100,000.
That's the smartest thing you ever did, Westley, not to contest that annulment.
That's satisfactory, isn't it?
It ought to be.
I'm not complaining.
Not complaining.
It was dirt-cheap.
Don't fall out of any windows!
There's another wire from Peter. They're in Glen Falls, Michigan.
"What's holding up the annulment, you slowpoke.
"The walls of Jericho are toppling."
Send him a telegram right away. Just say, "Let them topple."
- Funny couple, ain't they?
- Yeah.
If you ask me, I don't believe they're married.
They're married, all right.
I just seen the license.
They made me get them a rope and a blanket, on a night like this.
What do you reckon that's for?
Blamed if I know. I just brought them a trumpet.
A trumpet? A toy.
They sent me to the store to get it.
What in the world do they want a trumpet for?
Don't know.
I wouldn't trust myself in that jungle if it was me, sir.
Well, I will.
We'll leave as soon as we can after Arlington gets here.
- What time is it?
- 2:30 p.m.
What?
Then I've got to go down to meet the boat.
Mr. Arlington can have this room when he arrives.
I'll use the lean-to.
Righto.
Blimey.
I remember the last time I was given those orders.
It was when Mr. Parker told me to get that room ready for Miss Jane... the day she arrived.
She stood right in front of that mirror, putting cold cream on her face.
Right where you're standing now.
Beamish, I want you to get Saidi to fix up a bath for Mr. Arlington.
Yes, sir.
- He'll want one as soon as he gets here.
- Righto.
Thank you.
- These are my private quarters.
- Sorry, we didn't mean to intrude.
There was nobody in the store, so we came here.
If you want to buy anything, Beamish will handle it.
Yes, indeed, we have some lovely things.
Mrs. Cutten was mad about them.
No, we just dropped in for a chat.
That's rather a large safari you're organizing for a hunt.
I haven't time to talk about it now.
I've to meet the boat.
- Sorry.
- Later, perhaps.
Perhaps.
- Couple of nice lads.
- Yes, very.
Keep your eye on the store, Beamish, while I'm away.
You can depend upon me, sir.
- Hiya, Mr. Holt!
- Hello, Edward.
Where's Mr. Arlington?
This is his luggage, but I think he's in his cabin.
- Have some boys take it to the store.
- This minute, sir.
Thanks.
Say, boy, which one is Mr...
- Martin!
- Well, Harry, you old devil!
I thought you'd never get here.
- Easy.
- Softening up a bit?
Wait till I've been here a week, man.
Lip rouge.
Better go back in your room and clean up a bit.
Just a minute.
That's not my room.
This is my friend Mr. Holt.
- Madame Feronde, Harry.
- How do you do?
- Charmed, sir.
- Here it is!
- Monsieur, I found your bag.
- Thanks very much.
This is Madame Feronde's husband.
My friend Mr. Holt.
How do you do?
Any friend of Monsieur Arlington, we are so pleased to meet.
My wife says she will never forget the funny stories he's told her.
- Goodbye.
Hope you have a nice trip.
- Thank you.
Goodbye.
Goodbye, Mr. Feronde.
Goodbye, Madame.
Au revoir.
- I'm having your things sent for.
- Good.
- Au revoir.
- Goodbye.
Charming fellow.
- How was the trip?
- It had its moments.
- Same old Arlington.
- What do you mean, old?
- Mr. Arlington, I presume.
- Yes.
- This is Henry Van Ness.
- This is my friend Tom Pierce.
How do you do?
Mr. Holt tells us you're going after a leopard.
Yes, and some rhino, too.
A bit of hunting, anyway.
- Van Ness and I got some leopard lately.
- We'll drop in and talk about it sometime.
- If you don't mind.
- No, not at all.
Tomorrow night.
You're not leaving before then?
We'll still be here.
Come along, Martin.
Who are they?
They got wind of what we're after, and they wanted in with us.
Four white men might be better than two on this trip.
You don't know those fellows, Martin.
If four of us start out and we found the ivory, only two would get back... and they wouldn't be us.
- That kind?
- Exactly.
- What'd you tell them?
- I played dumb.
Said that you were wealthy and financing a hunting trip.
- Anyway, the wealthy part was true.
- Think so?
I'm dead broke, Harry.
- So is the Bank of England.
- No, really.
I'm stony.
I've staked my last penny on this pipe dream of yours.
- It had better be good.
- You're not serious!
I am.
I've lost everything.
It's left me with an obsession to get it all back.
Anyhow, as long as I get it.
But when I do...
I'm going to sit on top of the pile with a gun and watch it grow.
Never thought I'd be in the same boat as you financially.
You had to go broke to get me there.
- Quite a place you have here.
- How do you do, sir?
- This is Beamish.
He runs the store.
- How do you do?
- Welcome, Mr. Arlington.
- Thank you.
Come this way, sir. I've fixed a nice bath for you.
I fancied you could use one.
Amazing foresight, Beamish.
I could use three baths.
Well, well!
- Fresh from the Folies Bergère?
- That's enough water.
A ceremonial dance.
Something to do with fertility.
- Personal or agricultural?
- Both, I think.
They'll be heading backcountry tomorrow.
Did you bring the dresses and things that I wrote for?
Everything.
And a few extras.
I suppose you thought I was crazy.
So your lady turned you down for a sort of a wild man from Borneo?
It's a bit fantastic, isn't it?
A well-bred English girl living in the treetops...
- with a glorified native ape-man.
- Tarzan's as white as we are.
She's Parker's daughter.
She stayed behind when he died up there.
She's hit you pretty hard, hasn't she?
I'm in love with her, if that's what you mean.
- Where shall I put these things?
- Over by the table.
Go on over there.
Put it down easy, now.
Come on, now.
I'm beginning to understand why you wanted Paris gowns.
Charm her back to civilization?
It's foolish, maybe... but I thought if she saw some of the latest dresses... got the feel of silk, scent of perfume...
Women are funny about things like that, you know.
Might remind her.
She's been up there nearly a year now.
Look here, Harry...
I've got everything I have in this.
Did you drag me out to Africa to go after ivory or a woman?
Ivory.
- But if I can get the girl...
- Well, if that's the way...
I don't mind helping you kidnap your lady as long as we get the other first.
- I'll get it for you, sir. Just a moment.
- Thanks.
You know, if you have money, women aren't hard to get.
No harm intended, sir.
How much ivory is there really up there?
More than the largest safari can carry back.
Strange instinct that leads elephants to one spot to die.
- Fortunate one for us, though.
- I'm not complaining... if you're sure you can find the burial ground again.
I made a map of it on the way back.
14-day trek, you say?
With luck, to the foot of the Mutia Escarpment.
What's that?
The Mutia Escarpment, I mean.
It's a mountain barrier that divides the Africa we know... from a country that no white man has ever seen and come back, except myself.
Natives hold it sacred.
- Taboo?
- Deadly.
It's the Juju of the Masai, the Wakabaranda... and all the tribes from the east to the west coast.
We came across a Zulu warrior once that had been killed by his tribe... because he tried to climb it.
What about our safari?
How will they feel?
They're mostly village boys.
They'll be frightened.
But I got one safari across.
- How many did you get back?
- Myself.
Promises to be something more than a pleasure jaunt.
Yes, indeed.
Yes, Saidi.
Need safari boy, bwana. Make new pick.
What are you saying?
We have 50 first-class boys.
The chiefs have promised 200 more runners once you drum out the call.
- Fifty boy "mulu," bwana.
- Gone?
All boy gone make safari with Bwana Pierce and Bwana Van Ness.
- Pierce and Van Ness?
- What's the matter?
The map!
- Beamish!
- Coming, sir.
- They looked like slippery customers.
- That they were.
- Were Pierce and Van Ness in here again?
- Only for a moment, sir.
Saidi, send out the runners, drum up the tribes.
Get 300 boys.
- How long ago did they leave?
- Sun here, bwana.
Three, four hours.
- How soon can we get started, Harry?
- With equipment, six hours.
They'll have 10 hours' start.
Let's go without safari.
We'd be outnumbered and wouldn't have a chance.
Suppose we don't catch them.
What happens then?
I think I can find the barrier again.
But above that, Tarzan is our only hope.
- Come on, Saidi, keep them going.
- Yes, bwana.
- Saidi!
- Yes, bwana.
Give me a hand here.
Here we go, boy.
Take him over here.
Take that box.
Tell the boys to take a rest.
- What's the trouble?
- Bearers are done in.
I thought we'd better give them a breather here.
Tell those boys to keep the ammunition boxes out of the water.
Yes, bwana.
- How many men have we lost?
- Eight.
We figured 10 for the whole trek.
We didn't figure this pace.
Look at the condition they're in.
What is it?
They came across a white man's campfire a few hundred yards ahead.
A white man's campfire?
Pierce and Van Ness.
- He says it's still warm.
- Still warm?
- Come on, let's have a look.
- All right.
Go ahead.
- My gun.
- No.
If they're close, they'll hear us.
Easy, Martin.
How old do you think it is?
Take cover!
- Pierce and Van Ness?
- Couldn't be anyone else.
- Notice the delayed sound?
- About 500 yards off, I'd say.
- Shall we have it out?
- We'd better not.
The base of the Escarpment's clearer.
Rather meet them there.
All right.
You know the country better than I do.
- We'll parallel their trail.
- Right.
No use in walking into an ambush.
All right, boys, come on.
Saidi, get them on their feet, and we'll swing off a bit to the left.
Yes, bwana.
I don't like the sound of that chant.
I've hated it for days.
This is different.
They're frightened about something.
What's with them?
- What's the matter, Saidi?
- Mutia.
What?
It is the Mutia.
- It isn't any too soon to suit me.
- And a day ahead of schedule!
Juju, that's why they're frightened.
We can't lose time just because they're afraid.
- Come on, Saidi, get them going!
- Yes, bwana.
Boys, get on your feet.
There's nothing to be frightened of.
- What's the matter with him?
- He afraid of Mutia.
- Not go, bwana.
- Get into line.
- Drop that spear and get into line!
- No!
Anybody else that doesn't want to go?
- Saidi, take the lead.
I'll stay back here.
- Yes, bwana.
- Whip would have done just as well.
- Perhaps you're right.
He could have carried 150 pounds of ivory.
- What's the matter, Saidi?
- Van Ness safari boy, bwana.
Gaboni kill.
- Gaboni?
- Yes, bwana.
Gaboni all time arrow here.
Couldn't be Gabonis.
They wouldn't leave the body here.
- Why not?
- They're cannibals.
First make kill.
Bye, embark, come back.
The wound looks pretty fresh.
They can't be far away.
The map.
Pierce must have it.
I wonder if he got...
Is this it?
The part we don't need.
If they'd made the Mutia, no tribe would've followed them.
Sacred ground.
- What's that?
- Drum.
Gaboni, bwana.
It's pretty close.
- We'd better make a run for it.
- Right.
Come on, Saidi, get them going!
- Make a stand?
- No, that's what Pierce and Van Ness did.
All right, come on!
Bwana, Mutia!
The Escarpment!
Come on!
- Here they come.
- They'll never follow.
The Mutia is sacred.
- He was on the Mutia!
- Lucky superstition for us.
We're out of range now.
What about a breather here?
We've got to make the top before dark.
Come on.
- Keep them going, Saidi.
- Yes, bwana.
- What's the trouble, Saidi?
- Too hard, bwana.
Let them stay where they are and pass the loads to the man ahead.
Yes, bwana.
- I hope we've got the worst behind us.
- We have.
Saidi, send the men for cover!
That's Tarzan!
He's calling them off.
Come along.
No use in starting a riot, Martin.
Kill one, and we'll have to kill all.
Am I glad to see you!
You got here just in time.
That's it, Harry.
I told you I'd come back.
- Come back?
- How's Jane?
Man.
Yes, Tarzan.
This is Martin, my friend.
Martin my friend.
You don't know how glad I am to see you, old fellow.
Harry, Martin, my friend...
- Tarzan.
- That's right.
But where is Jane?
Where is she?
How is she?
How are you?
Very well.
Thank you.
- Has anything happened to her?
- Much man.
Yes, Tarzan, that's our safari.
But...
There she is now.
Cheetah!
Cheetah baby.
Harry, I'm so glad you came.
Jane, I was so worried about you.
- When I saw Tarzan alone...
- You're not wounded?
- No.
- I was frightened.
- We came as fast as we could.
- You knew we were coming?
Tarzan heard there was a battle, and I thought it must be you.
- He was coming to help you.
- Martin my friend.
Jane, this is Martin Arlington, my partner.
I thought you were a myth, and I'm still not sure.
I think I can understand that.
I hope this means I'm accepted in polite society.
- Yes, you're one of our set now.
- Did you think I was never coming back?
I knew you'd be back.
But, you know, it's been a year!
It's been a long year, too.
There were times I thought we'd never make it.
- Tarzan will guide you the rest of the way.
- He will?
- I promised Harry.
- That's perfect.
Jane, I want to talk to you for hours.
But some of my men are hurt.
I should take care of them first.
- Is there any water here?
- Yes, there's a stream over there.
- He says he'll help you with your men.
- That's fine.
Come along.
You know... even if there wasn't any ivory, I'd be glad I made the trek now.
You'll be much gladder when you see how much ivory there is.
Well, I can't say I don't care about a fortune.
You're hurt.
- It's nothing, a Gaboni arrow.
- They're poisonous.
- Careful, Tarzan, it's hot.
- Hot?
Yes, it's coffee.
I don't think you'll like it, darling.
- Like it?
- You never drink anything hot?
- Never.
- Don't you miss it, Jane, things like this?
I must say, it is rather nice to have a cup of coffee for a change.
Yes, Tarzan.
- Where is he going?
- To build a house.
- Build a house?
- It doesn't take Tarzan long.
We have a mansion in every glade.
You can't spend the rest of your life camping out.
- Don't you ever want to come back?
- No, Harry.
Wouldn't it be nice to live where there's a lot of other men around?
Just to remind the number one boy that there's a number two?
And possibly a number three.
But on the other hand... there are no other women here to make a fool of my number one boy.
- Yes, I've noticed the scarcity of women.
- That's not very flattering to me.
Meeting you is what made me conscious of it.
Like a hungry man outside a restaurant window.
- Don't you miss the fun you used to have?
- I have fun.
Those June nights in England, Murray's Club at Maidenhead.
- Moonlight on the Thames?
- Dance.
A glass of champagne... sitting with real people and listening to the music.
Real people.
I wonder.
Well, at least the men are civilized.
- Does that make them any better?
- For women.
Men never get a proper sense of values until they've been about a bit.
Look at Cheetah.
There's your civilization for you.
Come on, where's your vanity?
Wouldn't you like to get all dressed up again?
Not that I have any complaints on that score.
Why, I had this specially designed for me.
You haven't completely lost your interest in clothes?
- What woman ever does?
- No smart one.
Good.
Come along.
Why, Harry?
What is it?
- Harry's got a surprise for you.
- Surprise?
You wait and see.
They're lovely!
- I'm glad you like them.
- Like them?
Harry, they're gorgeous!
- You are a darling!
- Give me a little credit.
I shopped all over Paris to get them for you.
Look at this little thing.
It isn't much bigger than a postage stamp, is it?
But it's smart.
You look like the Jane Parker I used to know.
Makes me feel like her.
- Not much good for climbing trees.
- Not much.
These are rather sheer, I think.
Give them to me.
There's no jungle flower with a perfume like this.
Eyebrow pencil, lipstick...
Indelible.
Doesn't come off when you're kissed.
I brought all the allurements.
For two bachelors, you seem to know a great deal about what women wear.
I've done my share of shopping.
Lovely.
Well, now I'd better find a dress.
This one is the same color... as the one you wore that night at the dance at Mrs. Cutten's.
How sweet of you to remember.
The effect seems to be to promise to show something... that's never quite shown.
- It's lined.
- They're like that now.
- They are?
- Yes, London's gone leg-conscious.
I'm glad you haven't.
I like you just as you are.
How styles have changed, haven't they?
I wouldn't have believed it possible in such a short time.
I probably wouldn't know how to wear this anyway.
- Try it on.
- Yes, we'll clear out of your boudoir.
A gramophone?
Are we going to have music?
These records are four months old, but they'll probably be new to you.
I'm going to try these on.
But I want you to understand...
- it's not going to make any difference.
- Difference?
- You want me to go back.
- You must go back.
- Why?
- You can't stay here.
Supposing anything happened to him.
You couldn't live.
- I don't think I'd want to.
- That's nonsense.
- Suppose he were to die.
- Why should he?
Anything can happen in this place.
Where would you be then?
Where would he be if I went back?
We'll let him come along, too.
Tarzan over there?
Then he would die.
- Come on.
You're holding up the show.
- Right.
Run along.
I won't be a minute.
Go on.
She's priceless.
A woman who's learned the abandon of a savage... yet she'd be at home in Mayfair.
- She's not interested in Mayfair.
- Nonsense.
She's weakening already, you lucky pup.
- I don't think so.
- You'll get her back.
This is raw nature, old man.
Survival of fittest.
Up here, the fittest means Tarzan, and he wouldn't let her go.
If she wants to go how can he stop her?
Good heavens, Martin, he's...
He's not an animal.
- Please, bwana?
- Yes, Saidi.
Moko bad sick.
Needle bad.
All right.
I'll give him a hypo.
Where is he, Saidi?
Get out of there!
Come on!
- What was that?
- Safari boys, curious about the music.
I love it.
Need any help?
- Do you always help ladies to dress?
- When they're lovely enough.
Voilà.
How's that?
Perfect.
And I thought improvement impossible.
You see?
Woman's greatest weapon is man's imagination.
Very becoming, too.
- Where's Harry?
- Sick native.
He'll be away for a few minutes, I hope.
Thank you.
Funny, isn't it?
You're the first woman I ever had to coax into an evening gown.
I imagine that isn't your usual practice.
Well, everything seems to go by opposites here.
- I believe I have this dance, Lady Jane.
- Oh, yes.
I really promised this dance to the Duke of Riverbotham... but as the old fogy isn't here, we'll let him wait.
Thank you.
You know, you're a fascinating little savage.
Forgive me, please.
I forgot myself.
You're so lovely.
- I blame myself as much as you.
- Please don't.
We'll forget about it... if you'll remember that there's only one man that means anything to me.
And that's Tarzan.
- There's nothing in there.
That's music.
- Music?
Music, like the natives make on their tom-toms.
This is a little bit more civilized.
Look.
That's right.
You'll be the talk of the town.
It's thrilling, isn't it?
Music still hath charms to soothe the savage... but I know a greater fascination.
Yes, the jungle does grow on one, doesn't it?
Only very lately on me.
Don't forget, Martin, there are dangers in the jungle, too.
Adds to the fascination.
These are clothes.
Women wear them because they hope men will like them.
That's why I wore these, Tarzan.
I thought you'd like them.
- Like them?
- Those are stockings.
Like them.
Something provocative about the feel of silk.
Always was.
Same curiosity he had about the phonograph.
It's perfume.
I think Tarzan approves.
- No go.
- No, Tarzan.
- Harry, can't you and I have a dance?
- Most assuredly.
No go.
Harry, perhaps it is getting a little late.
I'm sorry.
You're a bad boy.
Good morning.
I love you.
You never forget, do you, Tarzan?
- Never forget I love you.
- Love who?
- Love you.
- Love who?
Love Jane.
Love my...
My wife.
Go on now, lazybones. Go on and get my fruit juice.
So you've been out shopping early?
Or did you spend the night at the club?
Now, you can't get around me like that.
Are you sure there isn't another woman?
Woman.
Man.
That's the way it should be, Tarzan.
I love you.
Happy.
And Harry wants to send you to London... get you all dressed up in tight shoes and an old high collar.
If you wanted to see a tree, you'd have get a little watering can... and sprinkle it to make it grow.
- Then you'd be unhappy.
- Unhappy?
That's a word, Tarzan, I hope you're never going to know the meaning of.
What?
- Swim.
- All right.
Just a minute.
Now, you mustn't grumble, dear.
Swim.
You don't know how lucky you are compared to other husbands.
The poor things have to wait hours every morning...
- for their wives to get dressed.
- Swim.
Darling, I have to put on clothes.
There are other people here and they'd think I was immodest.
I love you.
Good morning, early bird.
Did you get your worm this morning?
That's fine.
Cheetah certainly deserts us when we get near water, doesn't she?
Wait, Tarzan!
Darling, you're very...
Throw that down to me, Cheetah.
Give that to me.
Cheetah, that isn't funny.
Throw it down to me, Cheetah.
Can't you see I've got nothing on.
Give it to me.
That's a good monkey.
Darling, come here.
They're not bad ones, anyway.
- Jane, are you all right?
- Of course.
Why wouldn't I be?
Hello, Harry.
- What is it, Martin?
- Sure we're going right?
Tarzan said a perfectly straight line.
There must be an easier way.
This is like trying to shovel quicksand.
What's the use of a guide if you don't follow him?
I might, if he'd quit yodeling and help us out.
- Saidi, have we been going straight?
- Yes, bwana.
I'm going to try a detour.
Cut off to the left where it's not so thick.
Afraid we'll lose our direction.
Anything's better than this continued hacking.
Come on, swing over, you blighters.
Martin my friend.
While there's clothes, there's hope with a woman.
You're off the track.
We'll be hours cutting our way through in a straight line.
Tarzan has taken care of that.
That's all right, Harry.
Tarzan's called the elephant to clear a trail for you.
That's fine.
Thanks.
Down, Cheetah.
Cheetah will let us know if you have any trouble.
You should reach a clearing when the sun is at the treetops.
About an hour.
That's an excellent idea.
Cheerio.
Going through the jungle is play for them.
Stop it!
They're just playing?
I wonder what they do for exercise.
No, Tarzan!
Don't!
That's no way to treat a lady.
- Fun is fun, but...
- Fun.
Stop it!
Wait till I get my breath.
You're going to carry me from now on.
Now, that wasn't fair.
If you do that again, I'll never speak to you anymore.
How much further is it?
I'm glad that's over.
Jane learn.
Jane learn Tarzan.
Tarzan learn Jane.
Well, I must have graduated today.
Graduated.
They can make camp here.
And I want a nice house with a river view.
It's good to rest here.
Thank you, darling.
Now, lazy, get up.
You've got work to do.
Go on and see what's happened to the safari.
Good Cheetah.
Cheetah, look out!
I'm all right, dear, but Cheetah...
Good Cheetah.
Hello!
A rhino do that?
She got in front of it to save me.
She's gone, Little Cheetah.
And there's nothing you can do, nor I, nor anybody.
There, there, Cheetah.
The hurt will die down.
It has to.
Otherwise none of us could stand life.
Come back!
Tarzan doesn't want you to go there.
I'm only shaken up.
But you, are you all right?
Very well, thank you.
Tarzan, no.
We have to get the safari started.
Come on.
Good morning.
We've been up for hours.
- Would you like some coffee?
- No, thank you.
Jane, tell me.
Could Tarzan really call more elephants?
- A whole herd?
- He won't believe me.
- Yes.
Why?
- We can use them as a pack train.
Carry tons more ivory away.
Of course.
Why, that's a grand idea!
I don't know why I didn't think of it.
Tarzan, we want you to get more elephants.
No, dear.
All the elephants.
Every one.
Yes, dear.
They need the elephants to get the ivory, the tusks.
They load it on the elephants and take it back with them.
- Back?
- Yes.
Mahowoni sleep.
That's why they're going to the burial ground.
To get the ivory.
It will make them rich.
It's no good to us just lying there.
Mahowoni sleep.
I promised them, Tarzan.
Mahowoni sleep.
What does he think we wanted to go there for?
I hadn't thought.
You see, Tarzan has no objectives.
He just goes somewhere because he wants to.
- And then my father's buried there.
- He went with us before.
- You didn't try to take away any ivory.
- Can't you persuade him?
I'll try, Harry.
Are you sure you don't know the way yourself?
No, not without him.
Did he guide you before?
- No, we followed a dying elephant.
- A dying elephant?
Yes, I told you about that.
It's elephant's instinct.
If they feel death coming on, they head for the burial grounds.
- Dying elephant.
- What did he say?
He'll take you back, but he won't go on.
But he's got to understand.
Every penny we've got in the world is tied up in this.
Tarzan knows nothing about money.
That wouldn't mean anything to him.
What's the harm?
They're all dead.
It's as though somebody asked you to rob a graveyard back home.
But these are animals.
They're not humans.
This is different.
Not to him.
I know how you feel... but I think I know how he feels, too.
You're going to let him stop you from keeping your promise?
I had no right to promise for him.
Tarzan is the only law here:
the jungle's and mine.
Won't you let us guide you back?
I'm going on.
I've got too much at stake.
- I'm sorry, Harry.
- But didn't he understand...
If I can't have one guide, I'll have another.
Martin, wait!
Hold up!
Stop it!
Don't, Tarzan!
Put him down.
- Bad Martin my friend.
- You just don't understand, darling.
Tarzan, wait.
- Harry, we're leaving.
- You won't come back with us?
I belong with him.
Goodbye.
I'm here for ivory.
What about you?
I'm with you.
- All right, Saidi.
We'll follow its trail.
- Yes, bwana.
Where's she heading for now?
Straight through the waterfalls.
That's the way we went before.
- Through them?
- Yes.
All right, Saidi.
I was afraid she wouldn't last long enough to get here.
They always do somehow.
God, it's like a city paved with gold!
Let's pack out as soon as we can.
Next trip, we'll bring 1,000 men.
Let's get started.
There's something about this place that seems to get me.
- Elephants' ghosts?
- No.
Jane's father is buried over there.
- Saidi.
- Yes, bwana.
Load up the tusks.
We'll pack right out.
Everyone carries ivory, even the spearmen, understand?
- No exceptions.
- Yes, bwana.
What are these boys doing with boxes?
Boys carry food.
Eat, bwana.
Come on, boys.
What are you doing with that shield and spear, boy?
Everybody carries ivory.
We don't need any spearmen. Come on.
We'll be trampled to death.
- Dead men can't give orders.
- Yes, they can.
Tarzan, wait!
Tarzan, I've got to talk to them first.
You must wait.
- Wait?
- You must.
Won't you give up this idea?
You're my people.
I don't want to see you buried here with my father.
- Perhaps, after all, we are wrong.
- What?
The elephants are Tarzan's friends.
I realize we're violating something he holds sacred.
That's generous of you.
- Tarzan will guide us back now, won't he?
- Yes.
They won't take the ivory.
They understand.
Yes, of course.
Perhaps we can stay here for tonight.
The boys are dog-tired...
- and there's no hurry now.
- Of course.
I suppose it's safe enough with these elephants here... but the boys will be uneasy.
Tarzan will send them back.
Tomorrow, when the sun is there, we'll start back.
- Saidi, have the boys start a fire.
- Yes, bwana.
Lantern, Saidi.
Thank you.
Her father's grave.
This was my father's.
I want you to wear it always.
Always.
Good morning.
I love you.
Always.
Yes, darling, always.
Hurry back to me, Tarzan.
Back?
Not a trace.
We've beaten every inch of the riverbank for miles.
He can't be gone.
Jane, you must face facts.
They're cruel, but you must.
Why, he's fought a hundred crocodiles.
He didn't see it.
I shouted.
He turned, but there was nothing he could do.
- He might have got away.
- Jane, you've got to look after yourself.
- Did you find any...
- Sorry.
But there must be some traces.
Even if he were...
He said, "Always."
Wait.
Take me away.
- You're dead-tired, aren't you, Jane?
- I'm all right.
We could make a litter and have some of the boys carry you.
The walking helps.
You're very brave.
No.
If I were, I should be back there.
With Tarzan's memory.
Answer me honestly, Jane.
Would you feel better if we didn't take the ivory?
If we carried it back?
Martin, that's sweet of you... but nothing matters anymore.
Supposing she had said, "Take it back."
Strange about that croc.
I never would have believed that Tarzan could have been caught off guard... if you hadn't told me.
I thought you'd gone.
Well, she didn't desert you after all.
- In the jungle, fidelity goes to the living.
- Everywhere.
There, there, Cheetah.
That's all right.
You can go with me.
What is it?
Better tie a rope on her so she won't run off again.
What is it, Cheetah?
She's trying to tell me something.
Perhaps you should leave her here in freedom.
They die in captivity.
Tarzan's alive.
What?
He's alive.
Tarzan's alive.
- I wish he were, but...
- But he is.
- She wants to take me to him.
- It's impossible.
- Do you believe this, Jane?
- I know it.
- Harry, I've got to go to him.
- Then we'll go with you.
Saidi, halt them.
Jane, you're chasing a shadow.
- He's alive, somewhere.
- We'll follow Cheetah.
Juju drums.
Where?
Behind and over there.
- Juju, bwana.
- What tribe?
New country, bwana.
No tell.
All right.
Get them started.
Straight ahead.
But Harry, we've got to get through to Tarzan.
That way.
It's blocked.
We'll save ourselves first.
Cheetah can show us the way after.
Come back here, you!
Pick up that ivory.
Pick it up.
- Ivory doesn't count now.
- I'm holding on.
If we could get to those rocks, we could hold them off.
We might rush them.
The moment we raise a gun, they'll be on us.
They've never seen a gun.
We can get past.
All right, we'll try it.
Saidi, tell the boys to bring the ammunition boxes up.
Saidi, pass the word that when we fire, everyone runs for the rocks.
Ready, Martin?
Now!
Get the ammunition box.
I wish we had that box of ammunition.
- Cover me.
- Wait a minute.
- You're a better shot than I am.
- Yes, I know.
I'm a faster runner, too.
Don't waste your ammunition.
We can't kill them all.
Cheetah, come back!
Deserting us?
No, she isn't.
She's going to get Tarzan.
Go on, Cheetah!
She'll make it.
Cheetah, go on!
I know who they are.
Tarzan calls them "the men that eat lions."
Eat lions?
They roar to call the lions, then they spear them.
This time they're going to let the lions do the hunting.
They're staking Saidi out.
- Come back, you can't save him.
- Harry, come back!
Stand guard on the ledge.
I've always thought when you were faced with death, nothing would matter.
What does?
You.
Always gone.
No, dear.
Always is just beginning for you and me.
Ladies and gentlemen..
with your kind attention and permission..
I have the honor of presenting to you..
one of the most remarkable men in the world.
- How remarkable?
- He's sweating.
Can you be surprised at that, gentlemen?
Every day he commits to memory 50 new facts..
and remembers every one of them.
Facts from history, from geography, from newspapers..
from scientific books, millions and millions of them.
Think of the strain involved by his prodigious feat.
His feet ain't half as big as yours, cully.
I'm referring to his feats of memory.
Test him, please.
Ladies and gentlemen, ask him your questions..
and he will answer you, fully and freely.
Mr. Memory.
I also add, ladies and gentlemen, before retiring..
that Mr. Memory has left his brain to the British Museum.
Hurray!
A question, please.
Ladies first.
Where's my old man been since last Saturday?
- On the booze!
- ln quod!
Out with his bit!
A serious question, please.
What won the Derby in 1921?
Mr. Jack Jool's Humorist with Steve Donoghue up.
Won by a length at odds 6 to 1.
Second and third:
Craig-an-Eran and Lemonora.
- Am I right, sir?
- Right.
What won in 1936?
Come back in 1937, and I'll tell you.
How far is Winnipeg from Montreal?
What won the Cup in 1926?
- Cup?
Waterloo, football or tea.
- Football, silly.
- When did Chelsea win it?
- 63 B.C. in the presence of Nero.
- What causes pip in poultry?
- Don't make yourself so common.
Our fowls have it, haven't they?
How many races did Mick the Miller win?
How old is Mae West?
When was Crippen hanged?
Who was the last British heavyweight champion of the world?
- Henry V III !
- My old woman!
Bob Fitzsimmons.
He defeated Jim Corbett..
heavyweight champion of America at Carson City, Nevada..
in October, 1897.
He was 34 years of age.
Am I right, sir?
How old is Mae West?
I know, sir, but I never tell a lady's age.
Next, please.
What causes pip in poultry?
- How far is Winnipeg from Montreal?
- Miss Winnie Who, sir?
How far is Winnipeg from Montreal?
A gentleman from Canada.
You're welcome, sir.
Winnipeg, the third city of Canada and the capital of Manitoba.
Distance from Montreal:
1,424 miles.
- Am I right?
- Quite right.
How old's Mae West?
How old's Mae West?
Hey, you!
How old's Mae West?
Gentlemen!
Please, you're not at home!
Hey, you!
What causes pip in-- causes pip in po-- po--
Hey, come on!
For God's sake, play something!
Stop them from running!
Here we are.
May I come home with you?
What's the idea?
I'd like to.
It's your funeral.
Come on, there's a bus.
- You don't stay here always?
- No, I've taken a furnished flat.
I'm only here from Canada for a few months.
By the way, am I allowed to know your name?
- Smith.
- All right.
Do you want to know more about me?
What do you think I do for a living?
- Actress?
- Not in the way you mean.
- Chorus?
- No.
- l'm sorry.
- l'm a freelance.
- Out for adventure, eh?
- That's right.
This way.
My sitting room is all upset.
I haven't decorated.
I'll find the switch.
Not yet.
Now.
Mr. Hannay, would you be kind and turn that mirror to the wall?
You'd be happier if there were curtains over those windows.
- Yes.
- l'm sorry.
There's the telephone.
Just a minute.
- Don't answer the telephone.
- Why not?
Because I think it's for me.
Please don't answer.
Just as you say.
- Won't you sit down?
- Would you kick that footstool to me?
You needed that.
I did.
Thank you.
- l owe you an explanation.
- Don't bother about me.
- l'm nobody.
- We cannot talk here.
All right.
Just a minute.
- Okay?
- Mm-hmm.
- Cigarette?
- No, thank you.
- There's our friend again.
- Take no notice.
Would you think me very troublesome if I asked for something to eat?
- l've had nothing all day.
- Sure.
- You like haddock?
- Yes, please.
I suppose your name isn't really Smith.
It depends on where l am.
- You may call me Annabella.
- Annabella Smith.
A clergyman's daughter, I presume.
Hello.
Nervy?
Upset by those shots tonight?
I fired those shots.
- You what?
- Yes, to create a diversion.
I had to get away from that theater quickly.
There were two men there who wanted to kill me.
You should be more careful in choosing your gentlemen friends.
- You don't understand.
- You don't make it easy for me.
Beautiful, mysterious woman pursued by gunmen.
Sounds like a spy story.
That's exactly what it is.
- Only I prefer the word agent better.
- "Agent"?
- For what country?
- Any country that pays me.
- What is your country?
- l have no country.
Born in a balloon?
We'll let that go.
I suppose you've come here..
to dig up some great big state secret.
I am here to save a secret from being divulged.
A very important secret for this country.
Not because I love England, but because it will pay me better.
- Thank you.
- The very brilliant agent..
of a certain foreign power..
is on the point of obtaining a secret vital to your air defense.
I tracked two of his men to that music hall.
Unfortunately, they recognized me.
- That's why they're after me now.
- That was too bad.
You ever heard of a thing called "persecution mania"?
- You don't believe me?
- Frankly, I don't.
Go and look down into the street then.
You win.
- Are they there?
- Yes.
I'd hoped I'd shaken them off.
I'm going to tell you something which is not very healthy to know.
But now that they have followed me here..
you are in it as much as I am.
How do you mean?
- Have you ever heard of the 39 Steps?
- No.
What's that, a pub?
Never mind.
But what you were laughing at is true.
These men will stop at nothing.
I'm the only person who can stop them.
If they are not stopped, it's only a matter of days, perhaps hours..
- before the secret is out.
- Why don't you phone the police?
Because they wouldn't believe me any more than you did.
If they did, how long do you think it would take to get them going?
These men act quickly.
You don't know how clever their chief is.
- Clever and ruthless.
- Who is he?
What's his name?
He has a dozen names and he can look like a hundred people.
But one thing he cannot disguise:
this.
Part of his little finger is missing.
If ever you should meet a man with no top joint there..
- be very careful, my friend.
- Thanks. I'll make a note of it.
Meanwhile, what are you going to do?
First, I'll eat my haddock..
then, if you are not going to turn me out onto the street..
- have a good night's rest.
- You're welcome to my bed.
I'll get a shakedown on the couch.
Anything else I can get you?
- A map of Scotland.
- Why Scotland?
There's a man in Scotland whom I must visit next if anything is to be done.
Are the 39 Steps in Scotland, by any chance?
Perhaps I'll tell you tomorrow.
Clear out, Hannay.
They'll get you next.
What you were laughing at just now is true.
These men will stop at nothing.
There's a man in Scotland..
whom I must visit next if anything is to be done.
It is only a matter of days, perhaps hours..
before the secret is out of the country.
The police will not believe me any more than you did.
I tell you, these men act quickly.
Quickly.
Quickly.
Good morning, sir. You're up bright and early this morning.
Could you use a pound note, brother?
- What's the catch?
- l want to borrow your cap and coat.
- What's all this?
What's the big idea?
- l want to make a getaway.
- To a bunk?
- Yes.
- What have you been up to?
- l'll have to trust you.
There's been a murder up on the first floor.
- By you?
- No, by those two men out there.
I see. I suppose they're waiting there for a copper to come and arrest them.
It's quite true.
They're spies, foreigners.
They've murdered a woman in my flat, and now they're waiting for me.
Come off it.
Funny jokes at 5:00 in the morning.
All right.
I'll tell you the truth.
- Are you married?
- Yes, but don't rub it in.
- What's the idea now?
- l'm not. I'm a bachelor.
A married woman lives on the first floor.
- Does she?
- Yes. I've just been paying her a call.
- Now I want to go home. - What's preventing you?
One of those men is her brother, the other's her husband.
Now do you see?
Why didn't you tell me before?
I only wanted to be told.
Trying to keep me with tales about murders and foreigners.
Here, put this on.
Put on my hat.
There you are.
- Take the pound.
- No, sir, you're welcome to it.
You'd do the same for me one day.
Lead the pony around the corner.
- So long, old sport.
- Good-bye.
Thank you.
Oy! The empties!
Papers, magazines, chocolates, cigarettes.
There he is.
For one thing, they're much prettier than they were 20 years ago.
- More free.
Free and easy.
- You're right there.
I could never understand how people used to put up with the old-fashioned sort.
the old-fashioned sort.
All bones and no bend.
- The old-fashioned did last longer.
- l don't know.
Mine last about a year.
Here, I'll show you.
Big demand for these now.
- The old-fashioned sort.
- Brrr! My wife.
Now look at these.
- Our new Streamline Model Number 1.
- Anything go with it?
I should say so.
This.
Put a pretty girl inside those and she needn't be ashamed of herself.
- Bring it back to me when it's filled.
- l will.
What's this?
Edinburgh, Waverley.
We're getting on.
- Pardon us for talking business, sir.
- Certainly.
- Good day.
- Good day, sir.
Good day.
- Good day.
- Broad-minded old geezer.
Bet he's very good at charades.
- l wonder what won the 2:00 at Windsor.
- l don't know.
Let's get a paper.
- Paper.
- Say, son, speak the English?
Dispatch.
- Hello.
- What won it?
There's been another woman murdered in a West End flat.
- What?
- "Woman murdered in West End flat."
These sex dramas don't appeal to me.
What won?
- Bachelor Bud.
Seven to four odds.
- Good.
Not so good.
Portland Mansions, Portland Place.
By the BBC.
That's a nice, quiet place to put someone to sleep.
- "Good night, everybody."
- That's a good one.
What was she like?
One of the usual?
"A well-dressed woman of about 35 with a knife in her back.
The tenant, Richard Hannay, is missing."
You surprise me.
"At 7:00 this morning, the charwoman, Elizabeth Briggs--"
If that isn't the blasted limit.
- What's the matter now?
- ls there no honesty in this world?
I ask you. "The new Bodyline rubber panty corset.
On sale today.
McCutcheon Brothers, Princess Street.
Price: 17 and 9.
Brassiere to match:
4 and 11." You get that?
The Body line.
One and three cheaper than our Streamline.
No use going to Aberdeen now.
- Might I have a look at your paper?
- Certainly.
- Thank you.
- Quite all right.
There's enough evidence there to hang any man.
What can I do for you, sir?
Can you tell me what station the train stops at next?
Do you think I'm a railway porter?
Go find out for yourself.
- l can tell a better one than that.
- You couldn't.
That was very funny.
You liked it?
Have you heard the one about the young lady of Bulgar?
- l can't remember them all.
- You must hear that.
- There was a young lady of Bulgar.
- Yes, we--
- Taking tea, sir?
- Yes.
Thank you.
Darling, how lovely to see you!
Young man having a free meal in there.
I was desperate.
I'm terribly sorry. I had to do it.
My name's Hannay.
They're after me.
I swear I'm innocent.
You've got to help me. I've got to keep free for the next few days.
Have you seen a man pass in the last few minutes?
This is the man you want, I think.
- But when we passed just now--
- He told me his name was Hannay.
- ls your name Hannay?
- Are you coming into tea, sir?
I'll be right along.
Pull that cord!
Stay away.
Go on, men.
Go down there.
Get on with it.
Heel!
Why did you pull the communication cord?
- To stop the train, you old fool.
- lt's against all the regulations..
- to stop the train on the bridge.
- A man jumped out.
He's a murderer.
We've got to take him.
- Which way did he go?
- He must have jumped off here.
- l can't see him.
- Are you sure he jumped?
- l cannot wait here any longer!
- There he is, getting on the train.
- No, that's a passenger.
- lt's him, I tell you!
Come on, then.
- Hannay escapes!
Paper!
- Hannay escapes!
Paper!
Extra special!
Hannay escapes from police!
Paper!
Extra, extra!
Paper!
Correct.
Height: about five foot ten.
Small moustache.
Last seen wearing a dark suit..
but he may have obtained a change of clothing.
- Good day.
- And to you.
-What'll your business be?
-l'm a motor mechanic looking for a job.
- You'll find no work here.
- Are there no big houses around here?
Only Sir Andrews.
He won't be wanting you.
He's had the same chauffeur for 40 years.
I didn't know there had been cars that long.
He was coachman besides when he was a boy.
I see.
What's that?
That's the manse.
But the minister has no motorcar.
Are there no newcomers?
Aye.
There's an Englishman, a professor.
- A professor?
- He lives in Alt-na-Shellach.
- Where?
- On the other side of the loch.
- Would that be near that village?
- lt would.
Thanks. I'll try there.
- You won't try tonight. lt's 14 miles.
- Could I get a lift in that van?
No, it's going the other way.
I guess you're right.
Could you put me up for the night?
- Free?
- No, I'll pay.
- All right.
Can you eat herring?
- l could eat a half dozen right now.
- Can you sleep in a box bed?
- l can try.
- Two and six.
- Take it now.
Thank you.
Go in with the gentleman.
He'll stay with us till tomorrow morning.
- Your daughter?
- My wife.
- Will you now come in?
- Thank you.
Here's your bed.
I'll lift these things.
- Could you sleep there?
- You try and stop me.
You'll be tired.
I'll say I am.
I'm on the tramp, looking for a job.
Won't you sit down while I go on with our supper?
Thank you.
- Have you been in these parts long?
- No, I'm from Glasgow.
- Did you ever see it?
- No.
You should see Sauchiohall Street with all its fine shops..
and Argyll Street on a Saturday night..
with the trams and the lights..
and the cinema palaces and their crowds.
And it's Saturday night tonight.
You certainly don't get those things out here.
No.
You miss them?
Sometimes.
I've never been to Glasgow, but I've been to Edinburgh..
and Montreal and London.
I'll tell you all about London at supper.
- John wouldn't approve of that.
- Why not?
He says it's best not to think of such places and the wickedness there.
Why not listen now before he comes back?
What do you want to know?
is it true that all the ladies paint their toenails?
Some of them.
- Do London ladies look beautiful?
- They do.
But they wouldn't if you were beside them.
- You ought not say that.
- What ought he not to say?
I was saying I prefer living in town than the country.
God made the country.
- ls the supper ready, woman?
- Aye.
- Do you mind if I look at your paper?
- l don't mind.
Thank you.
- You did not tell me your name.
- Hammond.
Well, Mr. Hammond, if you'll put down that paper, I'll say a blessing.
Of course.
Sanctify these bounteous masses to us miserable sinners.
O Lord, make us truly thankful..
for them and for all Thy manifold blessings.
Continually turn our hearts..
from wickedness..
and from worldly things..
unto Thee.
Amen.
I forgot to lock the barn.
There are cars coming. lt'll be the police.
You best be going.
- Thank you. I was having a grand sleep.
- Don't let them catch you.
All right. I'll never forget you for doing this for me.
- Which way do I go?
- l'll show you.
Aye. I might have known.
Making love behind my back.
- Get out.
You too.
- Just a minute--
- Get out of my house before l--
- Aye. Go.
- And leave you like this?
- lt's your chance at liberty.
You don't understand.
You're all wrong about this.
She was only trying to help me.
Aye, to bring shame and disgrace upon my house.
She was helping me to escape from the police.
- The police?
- Yes, they're after me for murder.
- What?
- They're here.
She was only warning me.
I had to tell her last night.
Don't let them in.
Say I'm not here.
I'll make it worth your while.
- How much?
- Five pounds.
Have you got that much?
Give it to me.
After they've gone.
Get back into bed.
Shut him in.
Hide him.
- Not there. I do not trust him.
- But he took the money.
He could not resist it.
Here.
Have you seen a stranger about here?
What kind of a stranger?
I was right.
He's asking if there's a reward if you get catched.
He'll argue about it for a moment longer before he lets them in.
Now's your time.
Your jacket's terrible light-colored.
I'm a-feared they'll see you.
- You best take this one.
- ls this your husband's coat?
His son's, but never mind.
They must not see you.
- What will happen to you?
- l'll say I couldn't stop you.
- He'll not ill treat you?
- He'll pray at me, but no more.
- What's your name?
- Margaret.
Good-bye, Margaret.
I'll never forget you for this.
There he goes!
Spread out in a line.
- ls the master in?
- What name should I say, sir?
He wouldn't know my name.
Ask if he knows Miss Annabella Smith.
- Would you wait here while I inquire?
- Yes. Go on.
We'd better make inquiries here.
Somebody may have seen him through the windows.
- There's been a couple motorcars here.
- Aye.
Murderers do not make calls in motorcars.
- Good day, dear.
- The same to you.
Have you seen any strangers this morning?
There's a few callers upstairs now, but they're not strangers.
You haven't seen any suspicious-looking bodies outside the windows..
- or calling at the house?
- No, sir.
There hasn't been anybody near here for the last half hour.
- You're from Annabella Smith?
- Yes.
We're just having a few drinks to celebrate my daughter's birthday.
Give me five minutes, then we can talk.
- Of course.
- Come meet my wife.
Louisa, my dear.
I've another guest for you.
This is Mr.- l forgot to ask your name.
- Hammond.
He's come to see me on business, all the way from London.
There's a police inspector at the door.
He wants to speak to you.
At the door?
All right.
I'll deal with it.
- Take him in, my dear.
- Come and meet my daughters.
- This is Patricia.
- How do you do?
Mrs. Bailey.
Mrs. Hutchins.
Hilary, my dear, this is Mr. Hammond.
- He just arrived from London.
- How do you do?
Forgive the orgy.
We've been to church and the sermon lasted 45 minutes.
- This is Captain and Mrs. Ogilvey.
- How do you do?
- Have a drink?
- Thank you.
This is Derek Stewart.
And this is Sheriff Watson.
You've got to be polite to him.
He's our Sheriff Substitute.
Scotch for a local beak.
He'll give you six months hard as soon as look at you.
It's all right.
Don't worry.
I've sent them away.
Come and look at the view from this window.
We're rather proud of it.
- When will you catch that murderer?
- What murderer?
The man that stuck a carving knife into that woman last week.
- He's here in the district.
- How exciting.
Where?
Somewhere about.
He's been on the moors.
Sheriff Ames, why don't you catch him?
You wouldn't like me to be stuck in the back with a carving knife.
It's no business of mine to catch him.
You catch him, and I'll convict him.
- ls there a reward?
- lt's nearly 1 :00.
We must leave.
- The professor wants his lunch.
- There's no hurry, my dear.
Still, if you must go-- Pat, ring for Captain Ogilvey's car.
Yes, sir.
Are you coming out?
Come show us your new car.
- Come again another time.
- Good-bye.
We'd love to.
Whenever you catch him, you'll find me at the Sherif Court every morning.
- Bring him along.
- Good-bye.
Louisa, if you'll excuse us..
Mr. Hammond and I want to have a chat before lunch.
Now, Mr. Hannay-- l suppose it's safe to call you by your real name now.
What about our mutual friend, Annabella?
- She's been murdered.
- "Murdered"?
The Portland Mansions affair.
Why our friends outside are looking for you.
- l didn't do it.
- Of course you didn't.
But why come all this way to Scotland to tell me?
I believe she was coming to see you about some Air Ministry secret.
She was killed by a foreign agent who was interested too.
- Did she tell you what he looked like?
- There wasn't time.
One thing:
Part of his little finger was missing.
- Which one?
- This one, I think.
Sure it wasn't this one?
- Lunch is ready, dear.
- l'm coming right away.
I've been guilty of leading you down the garden path.
Or should it be up?
I never can remember.
It seems to be the wrong garden, all right.
Well.
- What are we going to do?
- That's just the point.
What are we going to do about it?
I live here as a respectable citizen.
You must realize that my whole existence would be jeopardized..
if it became known that I'm not what I seem.
Mr. Hannay, why have you come here?
Why have you forced me into this difficult position?
I can't lock you up in a room or anything like that.
There's my wife and daughters to think of.
I don't know what to think.
Really, I don't.
Making it doubly important that I shouldn't let you go is..
I'm about to convey some very vital information out of the country.
Yes, I've got it.
Poor Annabella would have been too late.
- That's fair.
- Yes.
What about it?
- What about what?
- Yourself.
- lt seems there's only one way out.
- What's that?
Supposing I left you alone with this revolver?
Tomorrow's newspapers would announce that the Portland Place murderer..
- had taken his own life.
- l thought you were coming directly.
We've all been waiting.
- Will Mr. Hammond be staying?
- l don't think so, dear.
Well, what do you think, Mr. Hannay?
I'm afraid you leave me no alternative.
I cannot find my hymn book.
- Where did you leave it?
- ln the breast pocket of my overcoat.
It was hanging here.
I'm afraid I gave it to that gentleman who was staying here that night.
Cigarette cases, yes, but I've never seen it happen to a hymn book before.
And this bullet stuck among the hymns, eh?
I'm not surprised.
Some of those hymns are terrible hard to get through.
I've stuck in them myself before now.
I'm not complaining, Sheriff.
"Hymns that have helped me."
That's a good one!
That's fine.
And to think I was drinking his champagne only half an hour before.
It's a lesson to us all: not to mix with doubtful company on the Sabbath.
And how did you escape?
If you look through the window, you'll see.
They put the body in the dressing room.
When I came to, I borrowed this suit and pinched his car.
I don't want to hurry you, but shouldn't we take steps?
This is serious.
Otherwise, I wouldn't put myself in your hands..
- with a murder charge hanging over me.
- Never heed the murder.
You'll be able to convince Scotland Yard of your innocence..
as easily as you've convinced me.
I'll need a short statement I can forward to the proper authority.
I have someone coming from the police station to take it down.
Thank you.
- Are you wishing to see me?
- indeed, I am.
Do you think I enjoy playing for time with a murderer?
- "Murderer"?
- Certainly.
You're under arrest on the charge of willful murder..
of a woman unknown in Portland Mansions, London on Tuesday last.
- Take him over to the county jail.
- Every word of my story is true.
We are not so daft in Scotland as some smart Londoners may think.
Do you think I believed your cock-and-bull story about the professor?
He's my best friend in the district.
Get me Professor Jordan.
If the professor didn't shoot me, where did that bullet come from?
That's easy.
From one of your pursuers on the moor.
- lsn't that so, Inspector?
- l had a shot at him myself.
I demand you allow me to telephone the High Commissioner for Canada in London.
You better do that from London.
You'll be there soon enough.
It'll save you the cost of a trunk call.
That's the professor's car.
Hannay must be inside spilling the beans.
- Stop him!
- My God!
How do you do?
We're all waiting for you.
Pamela's gone to meet you at the station.
This way.
Leader and standard-bearer himself.
I welcome this opportunity of discussing with you..
another question vital to the import of our country..
at this critical and momentous hour.
But first of all, as a preliminary to this..
- l shall occupy your time--
- You've occupied too much time already!
We've had enough of you!
Ladies and gentlemen, I'm now going to call upon the speaker of the evening.
- Speak up!
- There's no need to say who he is..
or to speak of his brilliant record as a soldier and a statesman.
He's a son of Scotland who has crossed the border and conquered England.
He is now one of the foremost figures..
in the diplomatic political world in the great city of London.
I'm, therefore, going to ask him to tell you something- lt's about time too.
- How important it is..
to this constituency that at this crucial by-election..
our candidate should be returned by an adequate majority.
I now ask for Captain Fraser.
Ladies and gentlemen, I apologize for my hesitation in rising just now..
but I'd entirely failed while listening..
to the chairman's flattering description of the next speaker..
to realize he was talking about me.
As for you, may I say from the bottom of my heart..
and with the utmost sincerity..
how delighted and relieved I am to find myself..
in your presence at this moment.
Delighted because of your friendly reception..
relieved because so long as I stand on this platform..
I am delivered from the cares and anxieties..
which must always be the lot of a man in my position.
When I journeyed up to Scotland a few days ago..
traveling on the Highland Express over that magnificent Forth Bridge..
that monument to Scottish engineering and Scottish muscle--
That is to say, on that journey I had no idea that in a few days time..
I should find myself addressing an important political meeting.
I had planned a very different program for myself.
A very different program.
You'd be for the moors to shoot something.
Or somebody.
I'm a rotten shot.
Anyhow, I little thought I should be speaking tonight..
in support of that brilliant, young statesman.
That rising--
The gentleman on my right..
already known among you as one destined to make..
no uncertain mark in politics.
In other words, your future member of Parliament..
your candidate, Mr--
McCrocodile.
He doesn't know the candidate's name.
I know your candidate will forgive my referring to him..
by the friendly nickname by which he's already known..
in anticipation, mark you..
at Westminster.
Now, ladies and gentlemen, we'll discuss some topic.
What shall it be?
- The herring fisheries!
- Unemployment!
- What about the idle rich?
- That's an old-fashioned topic..
especially for me because I'm not rich and I've never been idle.
I've been pretty busy all my life, and I expect to be much busier soon.
Have you ever worked with your hands?
Indeed I have. I've known what it is to feel lonely and helpless..
and have the whole world against me.
Those are things that no man or woman ought to feel.
I ask your candidate..
and all those who love their fellowmen..
to set themselves resolutely to make this world a happier place to live in.
A world where no nation plots against nation..
where no neighbor plots against neighbor..
where there is no persecution or hunting down..
where everybody gets a square deal and a sporting chance..
and where people try to help and not to hinder.
A world from which suspicion and cruelty..
and fear have been forever banished.
That is the sort of world I want!
is that the sort of world you want?
Fine!
That's all I have to say.
Good night!
- l kept them going as long as I could.
- You're a difficult man to follow.
I suppose you think you've been damn clever.
- Tell your prisoner not to insult me.
- Try and stop me.
- Come along with me.
- l was speaking the truth.
You must have seen I was genuine.
Whether you believe me or not, will you put a telephone call through..
to High Commissioner for Canada in London?
- Tell him an important secret--
- That will do now.
An important secret is being taken out of this country by a foreign agent.
I can't do anything myself because of this fool of a detective.
- Has that penetrated?
- Right to the funny bone.
- Now tell me another one.
- Haven't you any sense at all?
Put that call through!
I beg of you!
Refer them to me.
- Will you do this?
- No.
Good night.
I beg pardon, miss, but we should like you to come too.
- Whatever for?
- To identify the prisoner formally.
- Will you come to the police station?
- What?
- lt's only for a few minutes.
- lf it's necessary, let's get it over.
Now you.
- Must I sit next to this man?
- lt's only for a short time.
Be as quick as you can.
All right.
Isn't that the police station?
We're running past it.
- Tell the man.
- You must have misunderstood me.
We're not exactly going to this police station.
- Where are we going?
- To lnverary.
- Inverary?
- Yes, miss.
This man is to be questioned by the Sheriff Principal.
- We have orders to take him there.
- You have no orders to take me.
No, miss, but I'm afraid you must go.
I'll see you're sent back as early as possible.
- How far is it to Inverary?
- Forty miles.
- Keep quiet.
- Sorry.
- We'll be there in less than two hours.
- l'm spending half the night with you?
It looks like it.
Isn't the man going the wrong way?
Surely that's the way to Inverary.
There's a bridge fallen down on that road.
We shall have to go around.
The man knows the way.
- Might I see your warrant?
- Shut your mouth.
You'll see it soon.
Would you like to have a small bet with me, Pamela?
All right, I'll have it with you, Sherlock.
I'll lay you 100 to 1 that your Sheriff Principal..
has the top joint of his little finger missing.
What about it?
I win.
What are we stopping for?
It's a whole flock of detectives.
They're all over the road.
Get out and clear them away.
- What about him?
- l'll soon fix that.
There, miss. Now you're a Special Constable.
- What's the idea?
- As long as you stay, he stays.
Yes, and as long as I go, you go.
Come on.
Stop them!
They got away!
- Come on.
- l won't!
Won't you?
- You're hurting me.
- Shut up.
See if they've gone down that way.
Where could they have gone?
Help!
Let me go!
One yip out of you, and I'll shoot you first and myself after.
There's nobody down here, I tell you.
Come up here, blast you, and don't waste any more time.
Spread out and find them.
They must be a mile away by now.
Don't do that.
Do stop whistling.
You can't possibly escape.
What chance have you got tied to me?
That question's for your husband. I'll admit you're the white man's burden.
I know, and I can't tell you what comfort that thought gives me.
What's the use of this?
Those policemen will get you as soon as it's dayligh as soon as it's daylight.
They may get me, but they're not policemen.
- When did you find that out?
- You found that out yourself.
I should never have known that was the wrong road to Inverary.
They were taking us to their boss, and God help us if they ever catch us again.
I see.
You're still sticking to your penny novelette spy story.
Oh!
There are 20 million women in this island, and I'm chained to you.
Listen, once more.
I'm telling you the truth.
I told you once in the train. I tried to tell you after the election meeting.
I'm telling you now for the third time.
There's a conspiracy against this island and we're the only ones who can stop it.
only ones who can stop it.
Think what you've seen happen right under your very nose.
The gallant knight to the rescue.
All right, then I'm just a plain, common murderer..
who stabbed an innocent, defenseless woman in the back not four days ago.
How do you come out over that?
I don't know how innocent you may be..
but you're a woman, you're defenseless, and you're alone..
on a desolate moor in the dark, manacled to a murderer..
who'd stop at nothing to get you off his hands.
If that's the situation you prefer, have it, my lovely, and welcome.
I'm not afraid of--
For all you know, I may murder a woman a week.
So listen to a bit of advice.
Do every single thing I tell you to do, and do it quick.
You big bully.
I like your pluck.
Come on.
- We're going in there.
- What for?
That's my business.
Remember what I said: the civil tongue or else.
We're going in there, and you'll back me up on everything I say or do.
- Has that penetrated the ivory dome?
- Only just.
Pull yourself together.
Put your hand in my pocket and look in a hurry.
Come along.
Come in.
The young lady's terrible wet.
We had an accident with our car a few miles back.
- You'll be staying the night?
- Yes.
We've just the one room left with the one bed in it.
- But you'll not be minding that.
- No, quite the reverse.
- You're man and wife, I suppose?
- Yes.
Uh, yes.
- Have you any luggage?
- We left that behind in the car.
Maybe I could lend the young lady a nightgown.
Will you please to register?
James, the book.
- Aye.
- l'll light the fire for you.
- Will you be needing supper?
- No, thank you.
Just a whiskey and soda and a few sandwiches.
- And a glass of milk.
- Very well, sir.
Can't write with my left hand, but I can shoot with it.
You can guess what's in this pocket.
You sign, darling.
The sooner you get used to your new name, the better.
Off we go. "Mr. and Mrs. Henry Hopkinson, The Hollyhocks, Hammersmith."
I'll be back in a minute, chaps.
Off with that wet skirt and I'll have it dried in the kitchen.
Don't bother. lt'll dry in front of the fire just as well.
Thanks all the same.
No doubt the gentleman will take care of you.
Good night, sir. Good night, ma'am.
Good night.
Good night.
- ls he married to her, do you think?
- l do not care.
They are so terrible in love with each other.
I'm going to tell them the whole story.
You want to hang me for a murder I never committed?
As long as they hang you, I don't care whether you committed it or not.
Let me go!
Do you think I'm going to spend the night with you?
- Of course.
What else can you do?
- Can I come in?
Come here.
Come in.
We were just getting warm before the fire.
I can see that. I thought you'd like this in your bed.
Thank you very much.
You'd like a hot water bottle, wouldn't you?
Say yes, darling.
- Yes, darling.
- Very well.
- Please don't go.
- Why not?
is anything wrong?
Of course there's nothing wrong.
She just wants to tell you something.
- We're a runaway couple.
- l knew it.
They're after you?
You won't give us away, will you?
Please.
Of course we will not give you up.
A good night to you both.
- You'll not be disturbed.
- But--
Thank God for a bite to eat.
Come along.
There you are.
What's the next item on the program?
- Get these things off. - Right.
How will we set about it?
Anything in that bag of yours that will help?
- A pair of scissors or a hairpin?
- Do you think a nail file would help?
Easily. lt'll take about ten years, but we can try it.
Let's make ourselves comfortable.
What about that skirt of yours?
It's still pretty damp.
I don't want to be tied to a pneumonia case on top of everything else.
- Take it off. I don't mind.
- l'll keep it on, thank you.
And that is that.
My shoes and stockings are soaked.
I think I'll take them off.
That's the first sensible thing I've heard you say.
- Can I be of any assistance?
- No, thank you.
Sorry.
- Hold this.
- Yeah.
Half a minute.
- Thank you.
- Don't mention it.
- Do you like your milk now?
- No, thank you. I'll wait a little.
All right.
Cheerio.
That's better.
- Are your feet quite warm again?
- Yes, thanks.
Come on.
Will you kindly place yourself on the operating table?
Nobody's gonna hurt you.
This is Armistice Day.
- Let's get some rest while we can.
- l'm not going to lie on this bed.
So long as you're chained to me, you'll lie wherever I lie.
- We're the Siamese twins.
- Don't gloat.
Do you think I'm looking forward to waking up in the morning..
and seeing your face beside me, unwashed and shiny?
What a sight you'll be.
Give me that nail file.
Let's have a go at this.
Thank you.
There I go again.
I wish I could get that damn tune out of my head.
I wonder where l heard it.
- You sound very sleepy.
- Sleepy?
I'll say so.
Do you know when I last slept in a bed?
Saturday night, whenever that was.
Then I only got a couple of hours.
- What made you wake so soon? Dreams?
- What do you mean "dreams"?
I've always been told murderers have terrible dreams.
But only at the first.
Got over that a long time ago.
When I first took to crime, I was quite squeamish about it.
- l was a most sensitive child.
- You surprise me.
Used to wake screaming, thinking the police were after me.
But one gets hardened.
- How did you start?
- Quite a small way, like most of us.
Pilfering pennies from other children's lockers at school..
then a little pocket picking, then a spot of car pinching..
then smash and grab and so on to plain burglary.
Killed my first man when I was 19.
In years to come, you'll be able to take your grandchildren..
to Madame Tussaud's and point me out.
- Which section?
- lt's early to say. I'm still young.
But I'll be there, all right, in one department or another.
You'll point me out and say, "Chicks, if I were to tell you..
how matey I once was with that gentleman, you'd be--"
- What's the matter?
- This handcuff is pinching my wrist.
Sorry.
Talking of Madame Tussaud's, that's how it all began.
- What began?
- My career of crime.
All hereditary.
Great Uncle Penruddock.
- Who was he?
- My girl, where were you brought up?
Never heard of my Great Uncle Penruddock, the Cornish Bluebeard?
-Got it all from him.
- l thought your family came from Canada.
No, that's where they went after the Penruddock incident.
He murdered three wives and got away with it.
His third mother-in-law got the goods on him and tried to have him arrested.
Did she succeed?
No, he was too quick for her.
Took her for a walk to Land's End and shoved her into the Atlantic Ocean.
He's in Madame Tussaud's.
There's no doubt about his department.
You must go down and see him sometime.
Can't mistake him.
Third on the left as you go in.
Red whiskers and a harelip.
That, lady, is the sad story of my life.
Poor orphan boy who never had a chance.
Are you still set on giving me up to the police?
You're sure everything's going to be all right?
Bound to be.
He can't have much time.
As soon as I've picked up you know what, I'll clear out of the country.
Be careful.
Wire to me.
- Good-bye, my dear.
- Good-bye.
is that Professor Jordan's house?
Can I speak to Mrs. Jordan then?
is that Mrs. Jordan?
He's gone to London already?
- lf you manage, I'd like hot whiskey.
- l'll get the hot water.
No, he ducked down a side street, the police went the wrong way.
The girl handed him over to us, thinking we were detectives.
We had to take her as well because he told her everything.
Very good, ma'am. I see.
Yes, ma'am.
- Well?
- The old man's got the wind up.
- He's cleared out already.
- Whatever for?
He thought it too dangerous with Hannay on the loose.
He's warning the whole 39 Steps.
- Has he got the-- you know?
- Yes.
He's picking up our friend at the London Palladium on the way out.
Here's toddy.
That will be half a crown.
- And the phone call?
- We'll say a schilling.
- ls this a hotel as well?
- Aye.
- Do you have people staying here?
- Aye.
- You get a few this time of year?
- Aye.
- Did you have anyone in tonight?
- Aye.
They weren't by any chance a young couple?
James, do not finish!
What kind of a silly creature am I married to?
Do you want to get us all jailed?
- How much did you take for these?
- Half a crown.
Out, the pair of you!
Do not let on to anybody that you got a drink here after hours.
Ohh!
You old fool.
Would you give away a young couple?
Good morning.
What's the idea?
How did we get out of these?
You didn't. I slipped out of mine last night and camped out here.
- Why didn't you run away?
- l did, but just as I was going..
I discovered that you've been speaking the truth.
I decided to stay.
May I ask what earthquake caused your brain to work at last?
Those two men were in here last night.
I overheard them telephoning.
- What did they say?
- A lot of stuff about the 39 Steps.
- You-
- Go on.
- What?
Someone's going to warn them.
How can you warn steps?
- Never mind.
Go on.
- Yes, and there was another thing.
Someone got scared and is clearing out and--
Yes, I know.
And is picking up someone at the London Palladium.
London Palladium?
What the devil?
is that the professor with half of the little finger missing?
What does he want to go there for?
I feel such a fool, not having believed you.
That's all right.
We ought to get a move on.
- What room are those two men in?
- No room.
They went as soon as they telephoned.
- They what?
- Didn't I tell you?
You let them go after hearing what they said?
- You button-headed little idiot.
- Don't talk to me like that!
Four or five precious hours wasted!
Why didn't you wake me up at once?
Even you might have realized what they said was important.
Why not leave well enough alone?
Let well alone?
Good girl, I'm accused of murder!
Can't you realize the only way I can clear myself is to expose these spies?
You still can.
The man's going to the London Palladium.
Really?
First or second house?
I'll get there five hours late!
- Fine!
The show will suit you.
- What's that?
Crazy Month!
You're quite right, madame.
The Air Ministry has got a new thing a lot of people are interested in.
But they are positive that no papers are missing about it..
that would be of any use to a spy.
I'm certain about it.
A man is leaving the country tonight with something.
Since you phoned us from Scotland this morning..
we've made the minutest inquiries.
It's obvious I'm wasting my time here.
Just a moment, miss, please.
There's one thing you haven't told us.
Where's Richard Hannay?
I haven't the faintest idea.
Look here, miss, you can't--
- You're in the telephone book?
- Yes.
If anything crops up, we'll give you a ring.
That will be all now.
Thank you.
Tell Archer and Seagrave to get another taxi and follow that girl.
She'll lead us to Hannay.
Love is a flower that blooms
Cover every exit, and on no account let anyone leave the building.
You two men go in the orchestra pit.
Ladies and gentlemen, we shall now sing.
Come on.
Move along there, please.
Come on, sir.
- No one's allowed to leave the theater.
- Can't a mate go out and have a drink?
- Ticket, please.
- l'm just looking for someone.
- Can I go through, please?
- Very good.
She's seen him.
She's on her way down to the stalls.
May I borrow your opera glasses, please?
Excuse me.
May I take your place, please?
What are you doing here?
I found him. He's up in that box.
You can't do anything about it.
I've been to Scotland Yard.
Nothing has been stolen from the Air Ministry.
They're certain about it.
You heard those men say he got in there.
There he is.
Shall we take him now or wait till the interval?
What you going to do?
There's nothing missing.
There's an end to it.
Hear that tune?
That's that damn thing I couldn't get out of my head.
Now I know where l heard it before.
Of course, that music hall.
Annabella's--
Ladies and gentlemen..
with your kind attention and permission..
I have now the honor to present to you..
one of the most remarkable men in the world.
- That's the same man.
- Every day he commits to memory..
50 new facts, and remembers every one of them.
Facts from history, from geography..
from newspapers, from scientific textbooks..
millions and millions of them down to the smallest detail.
Test him, ladies and gentlemen.
Ask him any question.
I've got it!
Of course there are no papers missing.
All the information's inside Memory's head.
Mr. Memory.
- l still don't understand.
- Don't you see?
The details of that Air Ministry secret were borrowed, memorized by this man.. memorized by this man..
and then replaced before anyone could find out.
That's why he's here: to take Memory out of the country after the show.
- Surely--
- Some gentlemen want to speak to you.
Question, please.
Question, please.
- Where's the boat race?
- When did Florence Nightingale die?
- How tall is the Empire State Building?
- Are you Richard Hannay?
- There's something you should know.
- Come along quietly.
- That man on the stage--
- Don't cause any trouble..
- and spoil people's entertainment.
- What date did General Gordon die?
What are the 39 Steps?
Come on, answer up!
What are the 39 Steps?
The 39 Steps is an organization of spies..
collecting information on behalf of the foreign office of--
Keep your seats, please!
There is no need for alarm, no cause for alarm.
- l'm all right.
- Sure you are.
I don't want a chair.
Let me rest here.
- l'm all right.
- Take it easy now.
- Take it easy.
- l'm all right.
Get the girls on straightaway!
The girls' introduction right away.
Mr. Memory, what was the secret formula..
you were taking out of the country?
Would it be all right, me telling you, sir?
It was a big job to learn it..
the biggest job I ever tackled..
- and I don't want to throw it all away.
- lt'll be quite all right.
The first feature of the new engine is..
its greatly increased ratio of compression..
represented by R minus l over R to the power of gamma..
where R represents the ratio of compression and gamma--
Seen in end elevation, the axis of the two lines of cylinders--
Angle of 65 degrees.
Dimensions of cylinders as follows--
This device renders the engine completely silent.
Am I right, sir?
Quite right, old chap.
Thank you, sir. Thank you.
I'm glad it's off my mind, at last.
Get up. Get up. Come on.
Get up there, get up there.
Come on there.
Now push hard. Get up. Push hard.
Come on. Come on, there. Come on, there.
Blimey.
Hey, Joe, what o'clock is it?
It must be nearly 11.
Eleven, and we ain't atop of Shooter's Hill yet?
- Push.
- Come on, now.
Hey. Come on.
Aye, Joe.
What do you say it is, Tom?
Well, I'd say it's a horse coming up at a canter.
Well, I say it's a horse coming up at a gallop.
Gentlemen, in the king's name, on guard, all of you.
Dover mail?
Are you the Dover mail?
Never mind what we are. What are you?
I'm a messenger from Tellson's Bank.
Stand! No nearer.
I wants Mr. Jarvis Lorry.
I've got a message for him from his bank.
Here I am. Is that Jerry Cruncher?
Right you are, sir.
Stop! Keep where you are.
It's quite all right.
Then step over and speak to him if you must, but don't let him come no nearer.
You never know these days.
What is the message, Jerry?
The message is to wait at the Royal George for mademoiselle.
She'll be at Dover.
Give this reply to the office, Jerry:
"Recalled to life. "
"Recalled to life. "
Right you are, sir.
- Did you hear the message, sir?
- I did. - What did you make of it?
- Nothing at all.
That's a coincidence too. That's what I made of it myself.
Now then, gentlemen, all together, please.
- Hot gravy, sir?
- No, no.
The young lady you were expecting, sir Miss Manette...
- Yes.
- She has arrived, sir.
- Good. It's business.
Strictly business. Of course, sir.
I'm from Tellson's Bank in London, and it is business.
Quite, quite.
I am Mr. Jarvis Lorry Jr. Of Tellson and Company, bankers.
Your humble servant, miss.
Yes, I...
I received a letter from the bank, sir informing me that some intelligence, some discovery...
The word is not material, miss, either one will do.
- Are you quite a stranger to me, sir?
- Miss Manette, I am a man of business.
Pay no more attention to me than if I were a machine.
- I am not much else.
- But I know you. I'm sure I know you.
Yes.
When you were a little girl I was instrumental in bringing you and your mother over to England.
No romance. Business, you know.
- No room for sentiment in business.
- Yes. That was 17 years ago.
Yes. I speak, miss, of that time.
Our business today has to do with your father, Dr. Manette.
- You knew him before he died?
- Before...?
Yes. Yes, he was a client of Tellson and Company's Paris bank.
I am an arm of that bank.
That is how you will regard me.
A mere mechanical arm of Tellson and Company.
Mr. Lorry, what have you come to tell me?
Now, let us suppose that your father had not died.
- Suppose...
- Don't be afraid, child.
Mr. Lorry, please do not keep me in suspense.
What is it?
If your father had not died.
If he had suddenly and silently disappeared.
If he had an enemy who caused him to be imprisoned...
I entreat you, sir. Pray... Pray, tell me.
No, no. Don't kneel, child.
In heaven's name, why should you kneel to me?
For the truth, oh, dear, good, compassionate, sir.
For the truth.
Mr. Lorry, is my father alive?
Yes, child.
- Where is he?
- You will find him greatly changed.
A wreck it is probable, though we will hope for the best.
My father.
My poor, poor father.
Now you know the best and the worst.
You will see this poor, wronged gentleman then with a fair sea voyage, and a fair land voyage...
What is the matter?
Miss Manette, my dear child.
What are you doing to my Ladybird?
I was just... I...
I... I had to tell her some news.
You took a fine manner of doing it.
You in brown, why couldn't you tell her without frightening her to death?
See what you've done to her.
You call that being a banker?
- I tried to break it as gently as I could.
- Gently?
I'd like to see you break things roughly.
Oh, my pretty. My sweet.
Pross is with you now.
No one can harm you.
My darling.
- I assure you, madam, I had no intention... - I am not "madam. "
I'm Miss Lucie's companion, and I'm Miss Pross.
But, madam, I assure you that...
- I'm all right.
- Of course you're all right.
It was a shock.
The man has no sense blurting out whatever he was blurting out as if he were calling coals.
Please, Miss Pross.
Where is my father?
He has been imprisoned at the Bastille 18 years.
Eighteen years.
Gracious creator of day.
To be buried alive for 18 years.
But I entreat you, sir, where is he now?
An old servant of his, De Farge, is taking care of him.
- But where?
Where? - In his wine shop in Paris.
You must take me to him at once.
Well, why do you stand there like a nincompoop?
You hear, don't you?
She wants to be taken to her father.
Isn't it natural she should want to see her father?
Well, I will, but...
A toast to the king's health.
- There's mud in it.
- There's food in it.
Drink, little one. Never mind the taste.
How can men bear such poverty?
Bear it?
Look, they live within the very shadow of the Bastille.
They have to bear it.
Don't do that, Jacques.
Well, there'll be blood flowing in these streets before long, De Farge.
Yes, but keep that thought in your heart, Jacques.
Don't waste it on the walls.
You're right, Jacques.
Jacques, where do you want this wood?
In the loft? Jacques, 116 from Bordeaux.
Welcome, Jacques. Come inside.
A hundred and sixteen from Bordeaux, my wife.
Well, Jacques, do you see the way the spilt wine is being sucked up?
Every drop.
Not often those poor beasts know the taste of wine or of anything but black bread and death.
It is so throughout all France.
Has he seen our tenant upstairs?
Not yet, but I'll show him.
Eighteen years imprisoned in the Bastille.
Wait till you see him.
The sight will burn into the souls of all of the name of Jacques.
Strangers. The rose.
Madame De Farge?
Recalled to life.
Yes, yes. We have some very fine old wine upstairs.
My husband will show you.
Come.
You were too young to remember me.
I was his servant.
Where...? Where is he?
Is he greatly changed?
Changed, mademoiselle.
Changed.
You lock him in?
Why? He's lived so long that way, that an open door would...
Is it possible?
All things are possible in France today just as all things will be possible later.
Don't come in to him yet.
Let us go first.
Still hard at work?
Yes, I... I'm working.
These shoes must be done.
You have a visitor, you see.
A visitor.
Show your work to monsieur.
It is a lady's shoe.
It is a young lady's walking shoe.
It is in the present mode.
I never saw the mode.
I did it from a drawing.
Dr. Manette, do you remember me?
Come, come, now. Do you remember an old friend in Tellson's Bank in London?
No.
No.
Who are you?
Who are you?
It is the same but how can it be?
It is the same but she is dead.
Yes.
My mother is dead, but I am...
Can't you feel who I am?
She had laid her head on my shoulder and when I was brought to the North Tower they found hair like this on my sleeve.
How was this?
Was it you?
I'm Lucie, her daughter.
Your daughter.
Do you think he's fit to make a journey to England?
Get him out of France for his sake, and for the sake of the Jacquerie who rescued him.
- What is this Jacquerie?
- One day you will know.
All France will know.
You're coming with me, Father.
Wait.
Wait.
Where is the place?
The brick was here by the bench.
It's gone.
- What's he looking for?
- Something he wrote in the Bastille.
And it was left in his cell?
No, we found it.
A reminder of such horror, it's better he should never see it again.
Father, dear, we shall find it.
You're coming with me now.
Home.
No one saw a coach leave here, you understand?
Eighteen years in a cell without a trial because an aristocrat chose to brush the good doctor from his path.
Too bad we don't know which aristo it was.
But I do know.
I have cause to remember.
His outrages against my own family would never let me forget.
Then you have his name on your register?
He has the place of honor.
The Marquis St. Evremonde.
Killed.
Dead.
The child is dead, Excellency.
It's extraordinary to me that you cannot take care of yourselves and your children.
One or the other of you is forever in the way.
How do you know what injury you might do to my horses?
Drive on, faster.
Irritating episode.
The marquis drives fast.
We'll drive him fast to his tomb.
My dear nephew, what goes forward here?
I'm leaving. I'm going to England.
Really?
Monsieur Gabelle, when you were my nephew's tutor you shouldn't have encouraged him to be so petulant.
You've made the name Evremonde the most detested in all France.
I can't endure your cruelty.
There is a sickness these days which labels itself humanitarianism.
You have no pity for those who suffer.
Pity, my dear boy, is a diseased variety of sentimentality.
Do you pity the swine whose flesh we eat?
The peasants are not swine.
That, my dear Charles, is where you and I differ.
I'm very much afraid, that you have taught my nephew to take the new philosophy of equality seriously.
Now, I enjoy Monsieur Voltaire and these other modern philosophers, but I...
I take them lightly, and merely as an exercise for the mind.
Most of our lands are stolen.
I intend to see them returned to the peasants.
Really?
Thank your stars that you're related to me, or you might find yourself in the Bastille.
Monseigneur, I pray you overlook the impulsiveness of youth.
- I'm not frightened of anything you can do.
- Charles, I beg of you. I'm not at all sure that it wouldn't be the patriotic thing to imprison you, Charles in spite of the pain it would cause me personally.
By the bye, if you should run into any difficulties in England, let me know.
The prisons, even in that utopia, are very uncomfortable, they tell me.
A pleasant journey, Mr. Darnay.
What did he mean by that?
The steel hand in the velvet glove.
- But he's capable of anything.
- I'm not troubled, Gabelle.
Charles, let me go with you.
I can't take you now but some day we'll be together.
God bless you, Charles.
On the boat to England, you say, Morveau?
Do you think it can be done on the boat to England?
Darnay will be arrested the day he lands.
You are ingenious, Morveau.
I like your plan.
- Proceed with it.
- Very well, Your Excellency.
The boy is capricious. He needs correction.
Yes, Your Excellency.
Here we are, Dr. Manette, safe in England and you've borne the voyage like a seasoned traveler.
It's been a pleasant voyage.
Your kindness has done me good, much good.
It's nice to be one's self again.
Believe me, Miss Manette, I'm sorry the voyage is ending.
And I... I can't tell you how glad I am your hatbox fell into the water at Calais.
Really, Mr. Darnay.
Oh, I only meant that rescuing it gave me the opportunity to meet you and your father.
And it gave me the opportunity to hear your instructive discourse on George Washington and the rights of man.
Now you're making sport of me.
Oh, no, Mr. Darnay, it was most edifying.
Ahoy, ashore.
- All right, hand me my luggage, my bag.
- Get back. Sorry.
There we are. Hurry up, lad. Good, that's it.
Bon voyage.
Barsad.
Now to find the carriage, and then for London, eh, doctor?
I wonder, Miss Manette, if I may presume to call upon you at your home?
On such short acquaintance?
Oh, Mr. Darnay.
Certainly a crossing from Calais in this fog cannot be called short acquaintance.
Do let me see you again.
Lucie, dear, ready?
Yes, Father.
Thank you, Mr. Darnay, for all your kindness.
- Goodbye then until Sunday.
- Sunday? I told Father I was inviting you to sup with us on Sunday at our house in Soho.
Goodbye.
Goodbye, young man, until Sunday.
Which one is Evremonde?
That's him there.
But he calls himself Darnay, Charles Darnay.
I tell you, the marquis is going to make it well worthwhile for the both of us.
Really, not working yet, Carton?
This is too much.
You've got to put your mind on this case.
No, not possible.
They've got this Charles Darnay up for treason.
I don't know Charles Darnay.
I hate treason, I hate Frenchmen... For that matter, I hate Englishmen.
Yes, but Lorry sent this case on to us with a special request for all my consideration.
It's not my consideration he wants, it's yours.
Why don't you give it to him.
Of course, I count on you for a little help.
You don't need me.
You're the great barrister Stryver.
Stryver of the King's Bench Bar.
Well, if I am, it's due to perseverance.
I had to get into the front rank.
I wasn't born there, was I?
I use my brains.
- You use mine, you mean.
- Well, if I do, I pay you for it.
Well, not enough to justify your interfering with my drinking.
But this is a treason case.
It's a matter of life and death.
Well, so is everything else.
What of it? Carton, I beg of you, have a look at this brief.
Really, with a man's life in your hands, how can you hesitate?
- I don't hesitate.
- But I tell you, Darnay is lost.
We have to find a way to counteract the evidence of these witnesses, Barsad and Cly.
Barsad and Cly.
Cly and Barsad. Barsad and Cly.
A case like that could be tried on mere sound.
What are you talking about?
Well, Barsad and Cly or Cly and Barsad by the very sound of their names, by the build of their syllables are manifestly villains.
Just as the other fellow... The... The defendant, what was his name?
Darnay. Charles Darnay.
Equally, manifestly a gentleman.
But you can't convict a man on syllables, on the sound of his name.
Barsad.
Barsad.
I seem to know that name.
Wasn't he involved in a treason case once before?
Barsad. Yes, he was.
I believe we've uncovered something here, Carton.
Well, Mr. Darnay, fate and Mr. Barsad have it that I should handle your case.
Your life is in my hands.
I may lead you to fortune or the grave.
Who knows, and who cares?
I wish you'd stop drinking, or I wouldn't give much for Mr. Darnay's fortune.
You know, I shouldn't wonder but that Cruncher Jerry Cruncher, knows this fellow Barsad.
I think I'll call on Jerry.
I can't have you hobnobbing with a fellow like him.
Why, he's a grave robber.
Now, a man who employs me shouldn't be a snob.
But he's a grave robber.
You don't discern the facts. The very pith and marrow escape you.
Do you know the most interesting thing to me?
Saving an innocent man from a horrible death.
No. It's that Cruncher probably knows the tavern that Barsad drinks at.
That means I can pursue this case in a congenial atmosphere.
You're in luck, Stryver.
I'll lay you a wager. I'll drink you a victory.
Oh, dear Lord, don't let him be a grave robber.
Have mercy on us. Don't let him be a grave robber.
Oh, dear God...
Bust me if she ain't at it again.
Flopping yourself down and praying against my prosperity.
Oh, Jerry, how can I keep from praying now that I know what your real business is?
Listen, Aggerawayter, I won't have me wittles blessed off me table by your praying.
A grave robber.
Don't say that word.
I'm a resurrectionist, that's what I am.
Doing a service for the medical profession, besides making a bit of money for myself.
So that's why your fingers is always rusty, Father.
Quiet, you.
You're an unnatural wife and an unnatural mother, praying against me.
I wasn't praying against you, I was praying for you.
And I tell you I won't be took the liberty with.
You've got a fine mother, you have praying that the bread and butter be snatched out of the mouth of her child.
Father, I think she's flopping again.
- What, more flopping?
- No, no, no. I was meditating.
And I won't have you meditating neither.
Prayed against and meditated against in me own home.
Jerry.
- How are you, Mr. Carton?
- Not rusty, huh?
- Oh, no, sir.
- Good. - You'll never see them rusty again.
- Jerry, do you know a man called Cly?
Cly?
No, I don't believes I do, sir.
Know anybody called Barsad?
Oh, Barsad.
I knows him, sir.
- A great fellow for bowling.
- Where do I find him?
You might find him bowling down at Puffey's.
Good.
But if you're going to meet him you won't be keeping very good company.
Neither will Mr. Barsad.
- Hey, whose idea was it?
- Mine. I did all the brainwork.
Oh, I see.
Told them where to hold up the coach and when to shoot the coachman.
And after doing all that for them, what do you think they did, Barsad?
Run away with the swag?
Oh, oh, Barsad, where did you learn so much of human nature?
In a really hard school of experience.
I don't believe in nobody, and I don't trust nobody.
That's right. Made up my mind, same thing.
Nobody. Never trust nobody.
But them swine, did you get back at them?
Did I get ba...?
Did I fix something up on them.
- Did you plant something on them?
- Plant... Oh, you got a brain, Barsad.
- You got a brain.
- What did you plant on them?
If I tell you where I last saw them maybe you'll guess what I planted on them.
Where did you see them?
Outside Newgate Prison.
Newgate?
With my own eyes.
First hung up and then quartered.
Drawn and quartered?
Like animals, drawn and quartered. You guessed it, Barsad.
Now, let that brain of yours work out what I planted on them.
Treason. You got them for treason.
You're a great man, Barsad. You guessed it.
- Treason, eh?
- Now, Barsad, match that if you can!
Right. I will match it.
If you'll take the trouble to go to the Old Bailey tomorrow you'll have the pleasure of seeing a Frenchman by the name of Darnay, up for treason.
Put there by no other than your humble servant.
No. Oh, if that's true, I take my hat off to you, Barsad.
Then doff it right now.
- Wait till I tell you how I did it.
- No, another drink first.
- There's plenty of time.
- No, no. Now, let me tell you.
Now, Mr. Barsad, will you please tell us, in your own way just what happened on the boat, just how your attention was attracted to the prisoner.
Well, sir, I was strolling about having a bit of exercise when I passed a cabin door which happened to be open.
I looked down, and I noticed some papers on the floor.
I thought they might be valuable.
So, thinks I to myself:
"Here's my opportunity to do a good turn for some poor chap. "
You know, I... I likes doing that sort of thing.
Do not delay, my good man. Just get to the incriminating facts.
Yes, milord.
I picked up the papers, and imagine my astonishment when I discovered that they were lists of His Majesty's forces, God bless him.
And what was your motive in turning these papers over to the police?
- My duty, sir.
- Your duty to your country?
- Yes, sir.
- Your duty as a patriotic Englishman.
Your duty as a shining citizen.
I say, milord, that were statues decreed in Britain as they were in ancient Greece and Rome to public benefactors this noble citizen would most assuredly have one.
Your Honor, I protest.
Must we have a statue or would you be satisfied with just a bust?
Silence in court.
No levity, gentlemen.
That's all, Mr. Barsad.
Your witness.
"No questions now.
Later on, if you're not too silly, we'll... "
No questions now. Beg pardon, milord.
Here are the lists, if you care to examine them.
Have these been in the prisoner's possession?
- Yes, milord.
Can't be too careful, you know.
Jail fever.
Very prevalent.
I now call Miss Lucie Manette.
Miss Manette, have you seen the prisoner before?
Oh, most unhappily, yes.
Answer the questions put to you. Make no remark upon them.
Where did you first meet him?
- When the gentleman came onboard, I...
- If you mean the prisoner, say the prisoner.
The prisoner noticed that my father was in a very weak state of health.
He was very kind and good to my father.
To us both.
I hope I won't repay him by doing him harm today.
It's your duty to tell the truth, the whole truth and nothing but.
The prisoner understands that, or should.
The prisoner was overheard to make some remark about America.
What was it?
Be particular.
He tried to explain to me the quarrel between England and America and said that it might have been avoided had England been more understanding.
- Oh, he made treasonable remarks like that?
- There was no harm in the way he said this.
- It was said only to beguile the time.
- We'll leave that for the jury to decide.
That will be all, Miss Manette.
Your witness.
No questions, milord.
With your permission, milord, I'd like to call the witness, Barsad, again.
Mr. Barsad, did you discuss this case with Mr. Cly last night?
Last night?
Why, sir, I... I haven't seen Mr. Cly since last Sunday's services.
Services.
My guess is he stole the collection box.
Where were you last night?
At home. Working.
Working, Mr. Barsad?
Just what is your profession?
- Gentleman.
- Retired, of course.
And on what do you live?
On my property.
Where is it?
Well, I... I haven't any just now.
Oh, then at present you're not living.
Silence in court.
Really, Mr. Stryver, I don't see that these questions are at all relevant.
- Mr. Barsad, have you ever been kicked?
- Certainly not.
Come, come, Mr. Barsad.
Weren't you one time kicked down stairs?
Well, once I was kicked at the top of the stairs but I fell down the stairs of my own will and volition.
Wasn't that kick the result of your stealing a silver teapot?
I was maligned about a mustard pot, but it turned out to be only plated.
Oh, I see. You were maligned.
Do you know a French marquis?
- No, sir.
- No?
A relative of the prisoner's?
- No, sir.
- No?
And now, Mr. Barsad, I want to ask you the vital question.
The attorney general has told us that his whole case rests upon the identification of a certain man whom you say is the prisoner.
A man whom you saw enter the cabin on the Dover boat.
Now, I want you to be very, very careful.
After all, all we want is the truth.
Now, are you quite certain that the man you saw was the prisoner?
- Yes, sir.
- Couldn't have made a mistake?
No, sir.
Couldn't have mistaken him for me, for instance?
- Oh, no, sir.
- Or his lordship, perhaps?
Piffle.
No, sir.
Well then, could you have mistaken him for my learned friend here?
Why...
Now you seem to think otherwise.
Will milord bid my learned friend lay aside his wig for a minute?
I don't think it's necessary, but if he doesn't mind and won't catch cold in his head.
Now, Mr. Barsad couldn't you have mistaken the prisoner for Mr. Carton there?
No, I...
Well, sir, come to think of it, as a matter of fact it was not the prisoner at all, sir.
That's all, milord.
As far as I'm concerned, it's quite sufficient.
Gentlemen... the jury will retire and consider their verdict.
I'll never understand how you got him to change his evidence.
I just have a way of getting at the essence of the facts.
- The pith and marrow, as it were.
- Oh, really? Oh, yes, quite so, quite so.
Oh, Mr. Carton, if you'll excuse me.
Charles...
Mr. Darnay will be acquitted, won't he?
If the jury understands evidence, Charles... Mr. Darnay will be acquitted.
Mr. Stryver's defense was brilliant.
Wonderful.
If he does get off it'll be entirely due to Mr. Stryver, won't it?
Nothing to it. Mere professional claptrap.
Young sir, give credit where credit is due.
Mr. Lorry, I would like Charles to know we wish him well.
- Would you tell him for me?
- No, I better. It wouldn't do for respectable businessmen, especially bankers to be seen talking to the prisoner.
- Might tell against the prisoner.
- Yes. Upstart.
Silence in court.
Gentlemen of the jury, have you agreed upon your verdict?
- We have.
- What is your verdict?
Not guilty.
The prisoner at the bar, the jury has found you not guilty.
Prisoner dismissed.
I'm so glad.
So very glad.
Charles. Charles, my boy.
- Glad to have got you off with honor.
- You saved my life. Never any other outcome possible.
Barsad and Cly. Cly and Barsad.
I could have told from the sound of their names from the very run of the syllables, that they were...
Well, anyway, it was all very simple, really.
Well, Mr. Stryver, shows you can't tell brains by appearance.
Barsad.
As between fellow artists, why not try another country?
Yes, sir. Yes, Mr. Carton, I think I should love to travel.
Perhaps France.
Or you might like to go even further, say, China.
Never trust nobody.
- Goodbye.
- Goodbye, Miss Manette.
My boy, never for a moment did I doubt your innocence.
So, Mr. Lorry, respectable men of business may speak to Mr. Darnay in public now he's acquitted.
- You mentioned that before.
We men of business must think of the house we serve more than ourselves.
Yes, yes. Banking, of course, imposes its own restrictions and silences.
And indeed, sir, I don't know that it is any of your business.
- I have no business.
- And if you had, sir perhaps you would attend to it.
- Lord, love you, no, I wouldn't.
Mr. Darnay, you're a very fortunate young man.
I beg your pardon, sir.
Well, it's not long since you were well advanced on your way to another world.
I'm... I'm very grateful to Mr. Stryver and to you.
Would you...?
Would you care to dine with me?
No, I don't dine, but I'll wine with you.
Well, Mr. Darnay how does it feel to belong to this terrestrial scheme again to taste, to feel, to be alive?
It's very agreeable.
- I'm glad you find it so.
- Why, don't you?
I?
Matter of fact, Mr. Darnay, I care for no man and no man cares for me.
You seem to be rather bitter today.
I suppose you were up all night.
- All night.
- No sleep, I'll wager.
- Not a wink.
- Just drinking.
Very sad.
Just drinking.
For no reason?
For no reason.
Well, pardon me, but... But why do it?
You are smug, Mr. Darnay, when you ask why people drink but I'll tell you.
So that they can stand their fellow men better.
After a few bottles I might even like you.
You've been kind to me, and I'll not reward you by taking offense.
There's a good fellow.
A toast then. Let's drink a toast.
Drink to the person that's nearest your heart.
- To the person...?
- The one you're thinking of.
- But I don't know...
- Come now, man it's on the tip of your tongue.
Very well. To Miss Manette.
Miss Manette.
There's a fair young lady to hand to a coach in the dark.
There's a fair young lady to be pitied by and wept for by.
Must be worth being tried for one's life to be the object of such sympathy and compassion.
Well, Miss Manette.
Oh, waiter, glass.
Tell me, Mr. Darnay, do you think I particularly like you?
- I've not asked myself that question.
- Well, ask it now.
I thought you did, but you're acting now as if you don't.
I begin to have a better opinion of your understanding.
Waiter.
There is nothing to prevent my settling for the dinner.
- Oh, nothing in the world.
- Let me have the record.
- You call the...?
The whole dinner?
- I do. In that case, waiter, another bottle.
- Thank you.
- Good night, sir.
Good night.
And don't let your sober face elate you.
You never know what it may come to.
Why treat the fellow like that?
Is it because he shows you what you have fallen away from what you might have been?
Change places with him.
Would you have been looked at by those blue eyes as he was?
Come on, Carton, you're jealous.
Have it out in plain words. You hate the fellow.
I've got to be getting home.
Christmas, you know.
Where can you better find the spirit of Christmas than a good old English tavern?
But a tavern ain't a home.
No, at home you bicker and quarrel.
And here, it's all peace on Earth, good will to men.
Drink up, gentlemen. Good will to men.
Merry Christmas!
Really, what can be keeping Mr. Darnay?
A man who would be late for Christmas services would be late for his own wedding.
Charles told me he had to see Mr. Lorry about something.
Important indeed.
Anything can be more important to a young man than going to church.
For myself, I'm very sorry to see Mr. Darnay go into Mr. Lorry's bank.
You all think it was a great kindness on Mr. Lorry's part, but I don't because I think Mr. Lorry is an atheist.
- Good evening, Mr. Darnay.
- Good evening.
- Merry Christmas, Charles.
- Merry Christmas, Lucie.
Merry Christmas, Miss Pross, Dr. Manette.
Merry Christmas.
We've been waiting for you.
Will you forgive me if I don't go to church?
I must speak to your father about...
- About something that has arisen.
- You're worried. Oh, it's nothing serious, Lucie.
- Lf only I could speak to Dr. Manette.
- Certainly.
Mr. Lorry has sent Jerry Cruncher to light you to the church.
We'll come back directly after the service.
You'll wait for us? - Yes, I...
- Well, come along, Lucie.
Not going to church, indeed.
Atheist. Bankers and Frenchmen, all atheists.
May I remind you that the port on the sideboard is for the party after services and not for haphazard consumption.
Oh, Pross, do come along.
Won't you sit down, Charles.
I will not delay disclosing to you what I have to say, Dr. Manette.
I have just learned from Mr. Lorry something that distresses me deeply.
It is a bitter irony, sir that this man, who did you such a dreadful injustice should be my blood relation.
I'm very sorry.
Can you understand that I...? That I had to tell you?
Yes, I understand you had to tell me.
I am an Evremonde, but I love you and yours.
For you and Lucie I would give up my life, if necessary.
Dr. Manette, can you find it in your heart to forgive me?
You showed character, Charles, in coming to me.
And I have no blame for you.
In suffering, one learns many things.
Among them, not to punish the innocent.
I shall never forget your kindness.
- But you must promise me one thing.
- Anything. - You must not tell Lucie. - But I must.
That would be...
You must let me tell her in my own way, in my own time or you may spoil not only your own happiness, but hers.
Trust me, Charles.
I don't like Mr. Lorry sending dozens of people to look after us we don't want.
If he's so anxious about us, why didn't he come himself?
Oh, no, not himself, the old atheist.
Now, you know perfectly well Mr. Lorry is the soul of kindness.
- Mr. Cruncher is his odd-job man.
- Odd-job man, indeed.
From what I can gather, he's the oddest of odd-job men.
Wait.
Good evening, Mr. Carton.
- Merry Christmas.
- Thank you, Miss Manette.
Miss Pross, merry Christmas.
I'd say merry Christmas to you, Mr. Carton if it weren't plain to see that you'd already had it.
Were you going to midnight service?
We're going. Do come with us.
Why not? Thank you, Miss Manette.
It's dangerous taking him to church, Miss Pross.
He'll forget where he is and call for a round of drinks.
Hold your tongue and hold that lantern higher, or I'll bash you with this umbrella.
I'll light a candle for you.
Go along, my man. And I hope you mend your ways in the future.
Lucie, my pet, your father's waiting for you.
And as you know, he doesn't like crowds of people about especially on Christmas Eve.
Please tell him I'll come in in just a moment.
Won't you come in too?
- We're having a little Christmas celebration.
- Oh, I'm afraid not.
- Thank you, Miss Manette.
- You'll be very welcome.
I must tell you, Miss Manette, that when you met me, I wasn't on my way to church.
I know.
My usual Christmas Eve, going from tavern to tavern.
Well, I know, but... Well, we... We can't always be at our best.
Won't you please come in?
Not like this.
If I may come some other time.
Please do.
I'd love to have you for a friend.
So... So would Father.
Merry Christmas.
You're making quite a tea drinker out of me, Prossie. Aren't you ashamed?
I am Miss Pross. And as for being ashamed, why should I be ashamed?
For giving you a decent home to come to, I suppose.
For saving you from the gallows, practically.
- Ashamed... indeed.
- Oh, Miss Pross don't you think, at times, you're inclined to exaggerate just a trifle?
One of Prossie's most endearing gifts.
That's why I love you.
I'll have you know, I'm not one of those flibbertigibbeties you can take liberties with.
No more liberties, Prossie.
And I'll thank you to call me Miss Pross or not address me at all.
You know, I believe you've completely captivated Pross.
She's part of the flavor of this house to me.
I couldn't imagine it without her, no more than without these paintings of yours.
- It's beautiful.
- Please don't look at it.
I know it's dreadful, but I do it.
That's like my drinking. I know it's dreadful, but I do it.
There hasn't been quite so much of that lately, has there?
With your influence...
Your visits here have meant so much to us, to Father and me.
What do you think it's meant to me, being able to come here and see you?
- Oh, if we've helped you, I'm glad.
- It's you. It's you who have done it.
I've always felt in you such hidden possibilities.
- It seems such a pity to...
- To waste them?
Don't be afraid to say it.
I have wasted them and myself.
It's only now, after knowing you that I've told myself that perhaps it's not too late.
I'm sure it's not.
After all, you're young. Your whole life's before you.
- Anything you want to accomplish...
- Do you believe that?
Oh, I do.
- It makes it worth the trying.
- Thank you, Sydney.
That completes my happiness.
I wonder if you know how much your happiness means to me.
Oh, of course I do.
You're my very dearest friend.
I must tell you.
What?
- Can't you guess?
- Guess?
I'm going to be married.
Charles Darnay.
Yes.
Aren't you going to wish me happiness?
Happiness, yes.
Yes, of course.
All that you deserve.
Amen.
I join you together in marriage in the name of the Father, and of the Son, and of the Holy Ghost, amen.
And now, for the first time, Mrs. Darnay.
All my congratulations, Dr. Manette.
Dear, dear.
This is an occasion that makes me speculate on all I may have lost.
To think there might have been a Mrs. Lorry any time these 50 years.
You were a bachelor in your cradle.
You were cut out for a bachelor before you were put in your cradle.
I may have been so in my cradle, but since then, let me tell you there have been occasions...
- Mr. Lorry. This is not the time or place for such confidences.
But...
- Charles, have you seen Sydney?
- Why, no.
Well, I wonder why he didn't come to my wedding.
Why, Sydney, why didn't you come to the wedding?
Pleasant ceremonies, weddings.
You know, Sydney, come to think of it, you ought to get married.
Find yourself someone to take care of you some respectable woman with a little property.
Landlady, lodging-house keeper.
Marry her against a rainy day.
Oh, must I spend my life listening to that eternal blithering, pompous voice of yours?
Drives me mad.
You certainly are a funny fellow. Never know how to take you.
Suggest marriage to you, and you fly up.
If you'd only seen the joy in Lucie's eyes...
Why should that surprise me?
Why shouldn't she be happy?
Why shouldn't she be?
You are destined for more, Gaspard, than revenge for the murder of your child.
You may light a spark that will kindle all France.
I go.
He goes.
- "Henri Dupont, 42 francs, quit rental. "
- Not enough, Gabelle.
With what I get from these peasants, I can hardly afford to pay my perfume bills.
- What about Roulet? Has he paid his rent?
- No, Your Excellency, nor will he.
Roulet died last week.
Now, that was impertinent of him. He died with his rent unpaid.
- Oh, what did he die of?
- Hunger. Hunger is an indulgence with these peasants as gout is with us.
It is an indulgence they would gladly dispense with, Monseigneur.
Oh, I keep forgetting, Gabelle. You're a... You're a humanitarian, aren't you?
You think that one person is as good as another.
A naive notion, so contradicted by the facts.
But speaking of...
Speaking of humanitarians what has become of your disciple, my nephew in the year since he left my tyrannical roof?
- Do you hear from him, Gabelle?
- Oh, yes. He is very happy.
He has taken a post at Tellson's Bank.
Frightfully bourgeois.
If it weren't that my sister, Charles' mother, were quite beyond reproach I should suspect that Charles had tainted blood somewhere.
His conduct is so strange.
It's quite mystifying.
What was that, Gabelle?
What, Your Excellency?
I thought I saw somebody at the window.
Certainly.
There was nothing, Monseigneur.
Gentlemen.
Monsieur Gabelle.
Your forgiveness, gentlemen.
I'm certain you wouldn't have me put promptness before gallantry.
It's of no consequence.
Believe me, no consequence.
Monsieur Gabelle here has been trying to frighten us with hobgoblins, werewolves and mythical revolutionists.
Proceed, Monsieur Gabelle.
You may laugh, gentlemen, but revolution is in the air.
Yet there is still time to remove the cause of this unrest.
All the people ask is justice.
Only the Jacquerie, the extremists are spreading the doctrine of violence and bloodshed.
And what do you suggest, Gabelle?
That we double the police force?
Double the police?
No. Give the people bread.
Reduce their taxes.
Oh, I... I beseech you, gentlemen, correct your errors or the flood will come a flood that may sweep us all away forever.
His terror is genuine, gentlemen, even if his philosophy is not.
Remember your own terror five years ago when my master met his death?
And remember also, gentlemen, that the Jacques who killed him is still at liberty.
Enough of this, Gabelle.
I have a new agent in Paris a smart Englishman, who will ferret out this murderer.
Our gracious king also has seen the necessity for stronger measures.
He has brought German hussars and Swiss infantry into Paris to give your Jacques' a good drubbing, Monsieur Gabelle.
Mercenaries to fight Frenchmen?
More delicate than to slaughter them ourselves, don't you think?
Shall we rejoin the ladies, gentlemen?
How I loathe intellectuals like this fellow, peasants who read.
I think he's right about the peasants.
How many thousands of these foreign soldiers are they bringing in?
It doesn't matter how many.
It will do them no good. It'll do them no good.
The starving people of Paris might wait a long time before rising up to fight French soldiers.
But against hired foreign troops any day, any hour.
- Any minute.
Want this wood in the loft?
Aristo spy. Used to be with Evremonde.
Name is Barsad.
Good day.
Cognac, the very best.
Never mind the cost.
These foreign soldiers are gonna fi...
They march well, don't they?
Very well.
You knit with great skill, madam.
What sort of things do you make?
Everything, mostly shrouds.
Shrouds?
- Business seems bad.
- Business is very bad.
People are so poor.
The unfortunate, miserable people.
And so oppressed too, as you say.
As you say.
Certainly it was I who said so but of course, naturally you think so.
- I think?
All we think here is how to live.
Good health, Jacques.
My name is Ernest De Farge.
De Farge?
Didn't you used to work for Dr. Manette?
- Yes.
- You know, I met him in England.
He has a charming daughter.
Little grandchild now too.
- Grandchild?
- Oh, yes. His daughter married Charles Darnay.
You must remember him.
He's the nephew of the Marquis St. Evremonde.
You must have known the marquis.
No. Why should I?
Well, when the marquis was killed some years ago his death was applauded in this neighborhood.
You remember that, Jacques?
You make a mistake when you call my husband Jacques.
His name is Ernest.
I don't want to make a mistake in your name.
Are there two Ds in Barsad?
I don't believe it.
It can't be true what he said of Mademoiselle Manette.
- No. If he has said it, it's probably false but it may be true.
- No, no, it's not true.
If it is, I hope for her sake that destiny will keep her husband out of France.
Her husband's destiny will lead him to the end that is to end him.
- That is to end him.
- I can't understand the doctor permitting such a marriage.
- Or forgetting what the Evremondes did.
The doctor may forget, and the doctor may forgive, but I don't.
We don't.
I don't believe there will be a terror in France.
I count on the people's sanity and good temper.
Well, the trouble is, the aristocrats weren't firm enough.
They should hang hoodlums and that's all the revolution there will be.
That's the kind of talk that cost us the American colonies.
No comparison at all that I can see.
None. We lost the colonies because they fell under the spell of that upstart Washington.
Well, the time may come when the upstart Washington will be a better remembered Englishman than George III.
Oh, stuff and nonsense.
You businessmen never read anything but your ledgers.
You're badly informed.
- Oh, bless my soul.
- And as for the French aristocrats they're so blind they can't see the lightning in front of their eyes.
You mustn't make the mistake of thinking that all aristocrats are alike.
- They differ as other classes do.
- I agree.
We of the younger generation of Tellson's Bank have been studying the French situation closely.
- And we have come to the conclusion...
- Oh, Miss Pross may I congratulate you on the dinner.
I know I express the sentiments of all when I say that the roast tonight...
Is not up to your usual standard.
I suppose it not as good as the taverns you are used to.
From what I hear, none of you are strangers to taverns.
Mr. Carton, the infant has expressed a desire to say good night to you.
The infant's desire shall be gratified immediately, Prossie.
I suppose it's none of my business but I wouldn't allow that fellow to handle a child of mine.
As to that, you haven't got one.
And by the looks of you, you're not likely to have one.
Excuse me, gentlemen.
She wanted so badly to say good night to you, but she fell asleep.
You're her favorite, Sydney.
And she's mine.
She accepts me without criticism.
Never asks me where I've been or what I've been doing.
Doesn't even object to my drinking.
The perfect friend.
You know, Sydney, sometimes it's the part of a friend to criticize too.
Well, when there's any hope of reformation, yes.
But with me it's hopeless.
I don't believe it. I refuse to believe it.
Oh, I admit that once when...
When I first knew you, the sight of you and your home stirred old shadows that I thought had died out of me.
I had unformed ideas of striving afresh beginning anew, fighting out the abandoned fight.
A dream that ended in nothing, but you inspired it.
Must it end in nothing?
I'm afraid so.
But for that inspiration and for that dream I shall always be grateful to you, Lucie.
I feel in you still such possibilities.
No, they'll never be realized.
I am like one who died young.
I'll never give up my hopes for you, Sydney.
Never. I know myself better.
But this I know too:
I would embrace any sacrifice for you and for those dear to you.
Will you hold me in your mind as being ardent and sincere in this one thing?
Think now and then that there is a man who would give his life to keep a life you love beside you.
Thank you, Sydney.
God grant it may never be necessary.
Look at the crowd rushing to escape the storm.
Listen to the echoes.
You know sometimes I've sat here of an evening until...
Until I've made the echoes out to be the echoes of all the footsteps that are coming by and by into my father's life and mine.
- Meat.
- Yes, meat.
- Stop it.
- Stop it.
Why do you endure it?
Why do you have to endure it?
Why?
Why?
Careful.
- Aristos.
- Children of aristos.
- Evremonde's lackey.
- Living on the blood of peasants.
It's not true.
I've always fought for the people.
I taught Charles Darnay to love the people.
Ask him. - Then why isn't he here?
- Why isn't he here to testify for you?
Citizen Gabelle we know Citizen Darnay's views, that he's a friend of the people.
- His word could save you.
- But he's in England.
Why doesn't he return to testify for you?
Lf, as you say, you have taught him the views he holds he should be willing to do that for you.
Write him.
His answer will be the test.
He will come.
I'm sure he will.
Pen. Paper.
Thank you, Citizen Gabelle.
Thanks for giving us an aristocrat.
His last will and testament.
I congratulate you on your ruse, citizens but I beg of you, I implore you no matter what you do to me, spare Charles Darnay.
He is your friend.
The revolution will need friends.
Remember a child that was killed by the coach of your master the Marquis Evremonde?
Why, yes.
Was that your child?
- My child.
- Oh, that was a dreadful thing, citizen.
Do you see this hand?
This is the hand that struck your master down.
- Well, you can't blame me.
- You lived with him. You're his friend.
I see.
I'll not plead for justice for myself but I implore you not to send that letter.
Charles Darnay is your friend.
He feels your sufferings.
He will feel them better and so will you.
Hurry up, you.
Come on here with that there mail.
What's been keeping you?
What's all the row, Father?
Lots of foreigners about today.
Frenchies over here to save their heads and skins.
From what I hear, France would be a fine place just now for a resurrectionist.
You're developing too fast, me lad.
And stay off my stool.
So we landed here without a silver...
- Letter for you, Mr. Darnay.
- Thank you, Jerry.
Where do I arrange for a loan?
Understand, I want this loan on the house in the Rue St. Germain.
Everything will be attended to, but it takes time.
- You can't hurry this house.
- I demand immediate action.
My dear sir, young Mr. Tellson will see you, but you'll have to wait.
- I want to see old Mr. Tellson.
- No, no, no.
Mr. Tellson Sr. Hasn't seen anyone in 15 years.
But here comes Mr. Tellson Jr.
Mr. Tellson, sir. Aren't you going to pay any attention to my loan?
Indubitably.
- Good morning.
- Good morning, sir.
If you advise the bank to loan money to these aristocrats you'll ruin Tellson's.
- This is the best opportunity for business in years.
These people are so anxious to get loans, they'll put up twice the value for security.
Seems twice the value to you, but it's no security at all.
This business in France is a real revolution.
These people are putting up securities they won't own.
I was thinking along those same lines myself.
- Well, Darnay.
- Hello, Carton.
- Lucie still in the country?
- Yes, yes.
You seem upset.
Is everything all right?
Yes, of course.
Mr. Stryver, you see we are besieged for loans.
Our Mr. Lorry is in Paris reviewing the situation.
Advices are delayed.
Shall we advance any money at all, Mr. Stryver?
I shouldn't.
This is a real revolution in France, Mr. Tellson and these securities, in my opinion, are no securities at all.
- Don't you think so, Carton?
- Indubitably.
Well, Mr. Carton, even though you do agree with Mr. Stryver I shall still risk his judgment.
Good day, sir.
- Jerry.
- Yes, sir?
- When does the coach leave for Dover?
- In half an hour, from the Golden Cross Inn.
- Does it meet the packet for France?
- Yes. - Reserve space for me immediately, will you?
- Yes, sir.
"I know you will understand my obligation to my old tutor.
His life is at stake and I cannot deny his appeal. "
Isn't that just like Charles to drop everything and go to the aid of...
Father, what is it? What's the matter?
I should have told you before, perhaps, Lucie.
- What?
- About Charles.
He is an Evremonde, nephew of the notorious Marquis St. Evremonde.
The man who...?
Father, the same man who...?
Yes, it was Charles' uncle who had me imprisoned in the Bastille.
Why didn't you tell me?
That is all past.
It is the present that troubles me.
- Charles' danger.
- Danger?
I heard only today that they've passed a new law in France that the lives of all aristocrats who return to France are forfeit to the revolution.
What are we going to do?
- We must follow him. - Yes. Yes, of course we must.
Miss Pross.
- Father, I'm frightened.
- Yes, madame?
- Send Miss Pross to me.
- Yes, madame.
You needn't be frightened.
As a victim of the aristocrats, I shall be welcome in France.
Yes. Yes, of course you will be.
How strange that I, who suffered by an Evremonde must go to save an Evremonde.
Come, Father.
Charles Darnay?
Pass, Evremonde.
- Take Evremonde to La Force Prison.
- Take him away.
Wait. Prison? Under what law?
For what offense? We have new laws, Evremonde, and new offenses since you were here.
But isn't there...?
Will you...?
Will you permit me to communicate with Mr. Lorry of Tellson's Bank who is now in Paris?
I will do nothing for you.
Take him away.
- Can he see us, Father?
- I'm sure he can.
You may kiss your hand towards that highest row of windows up there.
I do so, and I send my soul with it.
Goodbye, my dear. I must go now and try to arrange for Charles' trial.
If he sees us, why doesn't he come down?
He will, darling if we wait long enough.
Mummy, something white up there.
Yes, darling, he sees us. Wave.
Former Count D'Etournelle, anything to say in your defense?
Nothing I could say would make any impression on you.
I prefer the dignity of silence.
He prefers the dignity of silence.
Vote, jury.
- Guilty.
- Guilty.
Guilty. Death within 48 hours.
Buy a guillotine?
Guillotine?
Buy a guillotine?
- What is your profession?
- I am a seamstress, citizen.
You are accused of consorting openly with Pierre Cot who spoke slightingly of the revolution.
He was my friend, citizen.
I grew up with him in the country.
You shouldn't have such friends, citizeness.
Vote, jury.
- Guilty.
- Guilty.
- Guilty.
- Guilty.
Death within 48 hours.
The Marquis St. Evremonde, called Darnay suspected as an enemy of the republic.
Let him have the guillotine.
You're accused under the decree which forbids the return of all aristocrat emigrants under pain of death.
I am not an emigrant in that sense of the word.
- Why not?
- I relinquished my title before the revolution began.
For what reason?
I felt I would rather live on my own industry in England than on the already overburdened people of France.
A lot he cares about that.
Then why did you come back to France?
I came to save a friend of the people, who was unjustly accused.
I hope that is not criminal in the eyes of the republic.
No. No.
And the name of that citizen?
Citizen Gabelle.
- Is he here?
- I don't know.
Citizen Gabelle!
Citizen Gabelle!
Citizen Gabelle.
He's not here.
- Well, why is he not here?
- L... I don't know.
Did you hear that, jury?
The man he came to save isn't here, and he doesn't know why he's not here.
Have you any other proof of equal value?
Dr. Manette will speak for me.
I'm sure he'll be able to influence them.
Dr. Manette, we all know you as one of the sufferers under the old regime.
What do you know of this prisoner?
You all know of my long imprisonment how I was released by the aid of my good friends, the De Farges.
Citizens, I know the prisoner well.
The last few years, we became very close friends.
I know where his sympathies are they are with you, the people, they always were.
He is a true citizen of the republic.
- Words are easy.
- What better proof can I give you than when he asked for my only daughter's hand in marriage I gave my consent gladly.
Bad judgment.
- He wants to spy on you.
- No doubt about that.
Citizens, for 18 years I suffered unspeakable tortures in the Bastille.
Could I have given my only daughter to a man whose sympathies are with those who tortured me?
No. No. No.
There is very little left for me in this life, citizens only my daughter's happiness which is now in the hands of the prisoner.
I have suffered enough from my enemies.
From you, who are my friends, to whom I owe my liberty may I not ask a final blessing?
May I not ask the liberty to enjoy what is left in peace?
Free.
- Not guilty!
- Not guilty!
- Stop.
- Silence.
Citizeness, you're out of order.
- I defy the bell.
- What?
I accuse the man, Evremonde, one of the family of tyrants who used their privileges for the oppression of the people.
- Your witnesses?
- Three. - Ernest De Farge, Therese De Farge...
- Yes?
Yes? ...and Dr. Manette.
I protest, it is a lie. Who dares to say that I denounce this man?
I do, that you denounce him in words that can never be taken back.
Look, citizens the record of Dr. Manette's sufferings in the Bastille and the cause of them.
- I make no accusations.
- How can you say that when it is there in black and white?
Let me read it. Look.
"For all that the Evremondes made me suffer for all that they have made the people suffer I, Alexandre Manette, do, on this last night of the year and in my unbearable agony, denounce the family of Evremonde them and their descendants, to the last of their race. "
- When was that written?
- This was written in prison by Dr. Manette himself, in scrapings of soot and charcoal mixed with his own blood.
Cut his head off.
Dr. Manette has told you that he spent 18 years in solitary confinement in the Bastille.
This letter tells you why.
It tells how, as a young doctor, he was summoned to the bedside of a dying girl dying because she'd been outraged by the Evremondes.
It tells how her young brother was cut down for daring to come to the defense of his sister.
It describes the agonies of those two innocent, young people.
That boy is dead. That girl is dead.
All that peasant family but one died through the cruelty and oppression of the Evremondes.
All but one, a sister.
That sister was hidden from them and she lives.
She lives today.
I am that sister!
And I demand the life of the last of the Evremondes! I demand it!
- But this boy had nothing to do with that.
- Citizens!
Vote. Guilty.
Guilty.
Guilty.
Guilty. Guilty.
Guilty.
The accused is found guilty of being an enemy of the republic.
Citizen president, the citizens of the republic demand the death of the prisoner.
Granted.
Death within 48 hours.
Charles! Charles!
Charles! Charles!
Now, my good doctor, save him if you can.
Oh, merciful Creator, have pity on thy servant Charles.
He came here to save a life save his.
"Louis Bach, merchant of Metz. " Pass.
"Maria Fontanni, singer. "
Singer.
Pass.
"Sydney Carton, English advocate. " Pass.
Right. Pass.
But it's incredible that the De Farges should have turned against Manette like that.
He regarded them as his best friends in Paris.
Every revolution breeds fanatics like Madame De Farge but how anyone could be cruel to Lucie I cannot understand.
Tell me, how is she?
How do you imagine she is with her husband condemned to die?
Why do you take up my time asking these questions?
What...? What good are these questions?
Forgive me if I notice you are affected.
I shouldn't respect your sorrow more if you were my own father.
From that misfortune, however, you are free.
Indeed, that is one thing to be grateful for, I suppose.
When is the...?
The execution to take place?
Within 24 hours.
You're remaining long in Paris?
No, I've done all the good I can do here.
You're going to Lucie's, I hope.
She must be very desolate tonight.
And she has such a strong attachment to you and reliance on you.
I'll be going directly.
I shall venture to go and see her later.
Perhaps there is something she would like me to do for her.
There's nothing for you to do that I can see.
I shall let her tell me so.
Perhaps we shall meet at Lucie's then.
Perhaps.
Hello, Mr. Carton. How are you?
Hello, Jerry.
Better than the stool I had in London, eh, Mr. Carton?
Belonged to a duke, they say.
I paid two shillings for it.
- What are you doing here?
- I arrived with documents for Mr. Lorry.
So I'm going to stay here and do his errands like I did at home.
I suppose you heard about Mr. Darnay?
- Yes.
- Very sad.
You know, that couldn't happen in England, Mr. Carton.
The other day, I was talking about this case with an old friend of yours, Mr. Barsad.
- Is he here in Paris?
- Is he here?
And very important.
He goes in and out of prisons as if he was high and mighty.
- He goes in any place.
- He does, does he?
If you ask me, I think he's a sort of official a spy of the prisons.
And he's very prosperous, is Barsad.
Whatever you say about him, he's talented.
Put him anywhere, he'll get along.
You say a spy on prisons, what prison, for example?
- Mostly La Force Prison.
- La Force.
That information may be useful.
- Good, sir.
- All right, Jerry.
Glad to see you sitting on the last throne left in Paris.
- Very fitting.
- Thank you, sir.
I implore you to have pity on me. You have such power.
It is still not too late for you to help me.
As a wife and mother, I appeal to you.
We are wives and mothers, and did they think of us?
All our lives we suffered, and our children suffered poverty and nakedness, hunger, sickness, death.
No one showed us mercy.
Why should the troubles of one wife and mother mean anything to us now?
But I am not an aristocrat.
I'm the daughter of a country doctor.
- I'm one of the people, just as you are.
- I don't trust those members of the people who marry aristocrats.
I see that I can hope for nothing from you.
You have no pity, no pity.
No, citizeness, none.
I'll thank you to leave the child alone.
And what's more, don't grin at me, boldface.
Yes, there are still Evremondes.
Here, Ladybird, drink this.
No.
Sydney, there is still hope, isn't there?
- You think so, don't you?
- Of course there's hope.
But Father's been gone for hours.
It might take a long time to see a man so important as Danton.
- He would be able to see him, wouldn't he?
- Sure. Your father's reputation would affect that easily.
And Danton could save him if he wanted to, couldn't he?
Yes, Danton could save him.
Where did you get this, Lucie?
A nice old lady gave it to me at the wine shop.
What wine shop is the child talking about?
The D... The Defarge's. We went there to...
You mean to say that the De Farges saw the child?
Merciful heaven.
What is it?
Why are you whispering?
Father.
Father.
Have you...?
Have you seen him?
Have you seen Danton?
What...?
What name did you say?
Dan...
My work...
What have you done with my work?
My bench, tools, thread.
- Haven't you any thread?
- Father have you seen him?
You left to see Danton.
How can I make my shoes if you don't give me any thread?
Father. Don't you know me?
Charles. You left to save Charles.
It's no use, my dear.
He doesn't understand you.
I'll take him to his room.
Not just now.
Say it.
Why not say it?
There's no hope now.
Where is Father?
Didn't you say he was going to bring back Father?
He's been delayed.
He'll be here soon.
I want my father.
Come with Pross. Come, come.
I want my father.
It's going to seem such a long time, Sydney.
Afterwards...
If only I could see him.
Just once.
I can't even do that.
Lucie, your father's calling for you.
Is there nothing we can do?
I think... I know I can get to see Charles once.
You can?
How? Oh, I know of a man.
A way we drinking fellows have, we always know of a man.
I spent the afternoon with him.
But what earthly good would it do if you did see him?
You have your permit to leave Paris?
Yes.
And Lucie and the doctor, Miss Pross and Jerry, they have theirs.
Oh, you'd have to move fast.
But why?
These passes are valid for any time.
- Until canceled.
- Canceled?
From what you've told of Madame De Farge the permits will be canceled.
- But the doctor, Lucie, they're in no danger.
They are in great danger.
The doctor is suspected. His behavior at the trial.
It's death for anyone to sympathize with the condemned.
And to that tiger, Madame De Farge, even the child...
Little Lucie?
It's unthinkable.
Take the doctor's permit and the others.
And here's mine.
Keep it for me until tomorrow.
- I don't understand.
- Do as I ask. Take the word of a drinking man for once.
What do you want me to do?
At 8:00 tomorrow have your horses ready.
Start definitely at 8.
If Lucie hesitates, you must force her.
Tell her that it's Darnay's wish that she leave Paris before the execution.
Do I wait for you?
Wait for nothing but to have my place occupied.
And then for England.
You don't wish to tell me anything more?
Carton if I've misunderstood you before, believe me, I regret it.
You never misunderstood me, sir.
You were right.
Yours is a long life to look back on, Mr. Lorry.
I'm 78.
Long life. Useful one.
Solitary bachelor.
Nobody will weep for me.
Wouldn't she weep for you?
Yes, thank God. I didn't quite mean what I said.
It is a thing to thank God for, isn't it?
Tell me, if you looked back on that long life and saw that you had gained neither love gratitude nor respect of any human being it would be a bitter reflection, wouldn't it?
Why, yes, surely.
Would you mind if I borrowed that coat?
Certainly not.
Don't let anything she may say change your plans.
I hope to do my part faithfully.
And I hope to do mine.
- Good night, Louis.
- Good night. Sleep well. Pleasant dreams.
Hey there.
You work late, Mr. Barsad.
Now, Mr. Carton, what is it you want, sir?
You know what I want.
Mr. Carton, I told you this afternoon that it can't be done.
No one's ever escaped from one of them prisons.
- It can't be done.
- Yes, yes.
I believe that but there is something that can be done.
You can get me an interview with the prisoner.
One interview is all I want.
And what good will that do you?
You leave that to me.
I'll tell you that presently.
Well, Mr. Carton, you know I don't like getting mixed up in things.
You can't trust these foreigners.
They'll cut your head off quicker than you can say Jack Robinson.
How long do you think your head would stay on your shoulders if I told the Committee of Public Safety you were a spy of the Marquis St. Evremonde?
Don't say that.
I won't provided you do what I tell you now.
I'll do as you say, Mr. Carton but remember now, we can't trust nobody.
Very well. Now...
Oh, Citizen Barsad.
Citizen Victor.
The... The Evremonde cell, which is it?
Third on the left.
- Ten minutes, no more.
- Right.
Wait.
Carton. Of all people on earth...
You least expected to see me.
- What are you doing?
- I bring a request from Lucie.
She begs you to do exactly as I say.
Yes, but...
Carton, I don't know what you have in mind, but it's useless to attempt any form of escape.
It will involve all of you.
I have a plan that won't.
Now, write what I dictate.
Hurry. You will remember the words that passed between us on a certain occasion.
- No, no, write, quickly.
- What occasion?
- Never mind.
I am grateful the time has come when I can prove them.
That I do so is no subject for regret or grief.
- What's that?
- Nothing. Something queer, queer smelling.
- No, take the pen and finish.
Hurry.
- L... - I'm faint.
- No. Quick, write.
I said that if ever I could do anything for you or those dear to you...
Carton...
Citizen Victor. Twenty-one, eh?
Looks like that sharp female, La Guillotine is going to have a very busy day tomorrow.
- Tell me, what's Evremonde's number?
- Evremonde is 23.
Twenty-three.
Tell me, Citizen Victor what time do you take them to the room for the last call?
Early in the morning.
Aristos have a good time in there.
They play cards, have mock trials.
- It's just like a club.
- Club? That's a club that I don't wanna join.
Barsad.
It looks like my friend is ready.
Here, Citizen Victor, hop it and buy yourself a bottle of cognac.
I'm afraid we're not going to pull this through, Mr. Carton.
Do as you're told, and we will.
There's got to be a number 23 here in the morning.
There will be. Now help me.
Mr. Carton, you couldn't pay me to do what you're doing, sir.
I dare say you've got your price for even this.
Oh, no, not me, Mr. Carton.
Now remember, you must get him to Mr. Lorry's by 8:00.
Very good, I will.
Wait.
Now help me to get him to his feet.
All right, call your friend.
Victor. Victor, come on. Give us a hand here.
- What's this?
- He's fainted.
- Take hold of his shoulders. - I noticed he staggered a bit as he came in.
Yes.
When he saw Evremonde had drawn a prize in the lottery of St. Guillotine, it bowled him over.
Well, let's get him out.
- Mr. Cruncher. Mr. Cruncher.
- Aye.
Come up and help carry Mr. Darnay down.
Hurrying, Miss Pross. Hurrying.
Today, citizeness, your years of waiting end when Master Evremonde spits in the sack, eh?
It is not the end.
He is not the last of the Evremondes.
The wife must follow the husband.
The child must follow the father.
I'll go to them now.
They'll be frantic.
They'll denounce the justice of the republic and then...
And then:
Take this.
Have it ready for me at my usual seat by the guillotine this afternoon.
You can stop wind and fire, but not her.
And don't let anything delay you, Miss Pross.
I pray he gets my Ladybird and her family out of France.
- Mr. Cruncher, don't daily.
- Don't beat the willing horse, Miss Pross.
If I ever get out of this here crisis alive I'll make a vow I'll never stop me old woman from flopping.
- She can even meditate when convenient.
- I am not interested in your family situation.
I must go fetch the other two small bags from the house.
Citizen doctor.
- Oh, no, you don't.
- Let me pass. Never. I know what you want.
I know what you're after.
I thank heaven I'm put here to stop you, for stop you I will.
- In the name of the republic, I...
- In the name of no one, you evil woman.
You've killed many innocent people.
No doubt you'll kill many more.
But my Ladybird you shall never touch again.
No?
Do you know who I am?
You might, from your appearance, be the wife of Lucifer yet you shall not get the better of me.
I'm an Englishwoman.
I'm your match.
Pig, get out of my way or I'll break you in pieces.
I don't care an English tuppence for myself and I know that the longer I keep you here the greater hope there is for my Ladybird.
You're sick. I'll give you your just dessert.
God save the king.
English pig.
"Citizen doctor, Lucille Manette and child, Sydney Carton, advocate. "
Seems overcome. "Mr. Lorry, banker. " All in order. You may go.
Pleasant journey.
Citizen Evremonde.
Come with me.
- Evremonde, 23.
- Evremonde, 23.
Citizen Evremonde, do you remember me?
I was condemned the same day you were.
They accuse me of plotting.
But is it likely?
Who would think of plotting with a poor little seamstress?
I have nobody in all Paris.
No friends even.
Can you help me, Citizen Evremonde?
Can you explain to me how the republic can profit by my?
My death?
I don't understand.
I don't understand.
My poor child.
It isn't understanding we need now, it's courage.
Oh, you're not...
You're going to die in his place.
He is my friend.
You're so brave, and...
When we go to the guillotine, will you let me hold your hand?
That might give me courage too.
Yes. I'll hold it to the last.
To the last.
"One, the Vicomte de Maillet. "
"Two, Monsieur Rochefoucault. "
"Three, the Vicomte de Bovez. "
But I... I don't want to die. Why must I die?
Come, man, assume an air.
Don't let the rabble see us like this.
You're right. You must forgive me.
Oh, my dear. My dear, we must be brave, as your father would have wanted.
"Thirteen, the Duchesse de Richelieu. "
And forgive them their outrages, even though they fail to forgive ours.
"Twenty-two, Mademoiselle Fontaine, the seamstress. "
"Twenty-three, the Marquis St. Evremonde. "
Twenty-three. Twenty-two. Hurry.
Steady.
I'm not afraid now.
But I have a sister in the south, and she knows nothing of this.
Wouldn't they let you write to her?
I never learned how to write.
Well, perhaps that's a blessing. Isn't it better that she doesn't know?
I love her so.
- Will it seem long to me to wait for her?
- No.
No, there's no time there.
And no trouble.
The guillotine, Evremonde, the guillotine.
- Don't, citizen, don't.
- Why? He's going to pay the forfeit.
In just a few minutes, it'll be paid.
Let him be at peace.
Therese.
Therese De Farge, where is she?
She's not here.
- And they're up to 17.
- And Evremonde will be up soon too.
- His number's 23.
- Yeah. - She never missed before.
- She'll not miss it. This is her day.
Therese.
I dropped a stitch.
Cursed aristocrats.
Keep your eyes on me. Mind nothing else.
I can bear it, so long as I am near you.
But when I go, will they be quick?
They will be.
You're not afraid.
The others are only pretending, but you...
It's almost as if you welcomed it.
Perhaps I do.
Perhaps in death I receive something I never had in life.
I hold a sanctuary in the hearts of those I care for.
Twenty-two.
Goodbye.
God bless you.
Twenty-three.
It's a far, far better thing I do than I have ever done.
It's a far, far better rest I go to than I have ever known.
Oy! What's happened here.
- Sand! - Sabotage!
- Wreckers! - Deliberate!
- What's at the back of it?
- Who did it?
I know how the law stands. You broke a contract, therefore you broke the law.
But it's everywhere. Look at the street.
I pay my money to look at the pictures.
Just a song at twilight when the lights are low.
- If I want to sit in the dark, I can do it at home. - Yes. – Yes.
- Yes.
I think it's a blinking shame robbing the poor people like that.
We got to have our money back.
It's an act of providence, like an earthquake or a thunderbolt.
- Or a baby. - Would you kindly not interfere?
- We got to have our money back. - So sorry I'm late, Mrs Verloc.
But I had a heck of a time trying to eat my egg on toast in the dark.
Half of it's in my ear now.
They want their money back. We can't afford it.
I do wish Mr Verloc would come.
Rotten lady, I can't even see the movie!
- They're getting nasty. - Nasty? Leave them to me.
Hey you, what's all this about?
Lend me a flashlight please. Thank you.
Is it our fault if the light fails?
Supposing you were a policeman, got hit over the nut.
Do you think the government would ask for their money back?
I paid for my seat!
Yes, and what about the one you put your feet on?
- Karl, when did you get home?
- I haven't been out.
You weren't in 20 minutes ago. I came and called up the stairs.
I was asleep.
Why are you shining that torch on me?
Can't you switch on the light or something?
We can't. It's failed.
What?
The fuse gone down?
No, it's everywhere, in the streets and the tram. And the audience downstairs wants their money back.
They're making a terrible row about it.
Well, give it back.
We ... we can't possibly afford it.
Oh, yes we can.
You must be crazy. It'll clear us right out.
You're always saying, we don't cover expenses.
That's alright. It doesn't pay to antagonise the public.
I've got some money coming in. Go on.
Well, it's for you to say.
If we're going to be generous, let's do it properly.
Come on downstairs and make a speech about it.
No no, they're used to you. You do it.
Alright. I still think you're crazy.
It's an act of God, I tell you!
And what do you call an act of God?
I call your face one, and you won't get your money back on that!
Now if a plane were to come along and drop a bomb on you...
That would be an 'unfriendly act' within the meaning of the act.
But if the juice dries up of its own accord, that's an act of providence.
As laid down in the Act of William the Fourth, where an act is defined as "any activity actuated by actual actions".
No wonder the blinking lights went out!
It's a moot point.
- I'll moot point 'em! Make 'em pay! - That's right ma'am!
- Yes. - We want our money back!
And how are you going to get it?
Apply sanctions?
Are you familiar with the details of the covenant?
If you'd studied Article 257, paragraph 24, line 6, section B, it says definitely "No".
Yes, you didn't know that, did you?
You're all ignorant.
Now if you take my advice, you go off home, because there's nothing doing here. - Now go on.
Get off. - What do you think you're doing?
- Just lending a hand. - I thought I told you not to interfere.
I've been delivering a little counter-attack. Look, they're on the run.
Well, they can come right back.
Listen, ladies and gentlemen!
You're going to get your money back.
- Don't give in now. I'll stand by you. - Oh, before you go, stand by your apple stall.
Ladies and gentlemen, I've been speaking with Mr. Verloc.
And since you are all regular patrons and good friends
- he's going to let you have your money back. - There'll be no money back, I tell you.
- Go on. Get off. - Please, don't pay any attention to him.
Actually, you're crazy. I had it all fixed.
Will you mind your own business.
Of all the obstinate people —
If you don't go away, I'll call the police.
Renee, start refunding the patrons their money.
Oh hey, none of that! You haven't been here before. Hop it!
Thank you for your trouble. I'm sure you meant well.
Not at all. I like trouble.
- How many?
- Two seats, please.
- How many?
Two shillings? Right. - Wait your change, please.
The vegetables is all ready for dishing up. Please tell Mrs Verloc, Miss.
Oh there you are ma'am.
I've got to hurry home now, because me husband's having trouble with his kidneys again and I can't leave him for long.
Your young brother's looking after them.
- What, the kidneys?
- No, the vegetables.
Oh Stevie!
Have you done all this by yourself?
Oh come on, don't be so modest.
Well, we didn't have to pay them back their money, after all.
Always that woman, Mrs. Jones manages to make the cabbage brown.
I'm always telling her you like them green.
I'll make you a salad.
Stevie, run next door and get a nice big head of lettuce.
Long or round?
I like long best.
Whichever's freshest. Tell them to charge it.
We very nearly wouldn't have been able to afford that if we'd paid them back.
You didn't seem very interested when I told you.
I mean, why were you so keen to pay them back at all?
No, it's not that. Only — anything for quiet!
I don't like attention being drawn to us like that.
Good evening, Mrs Verloc.
Forgive me for butting into your private affairs, but this bright specimen didn't appear to know whether he wanted long, round, square or oblong lettuce.
I distinctly said, long ones. You know, I did!
- Did you?
I thought you said long ones. - I said long ones!
Oh, good evening, Mr. Verloc. So you came home just in time to see the trouble, eh?
- Me?
I've been in all the afternoon. - But I could have sworn
- I saw you come in just about —
- Well you were wrong.
I didn't know anything about it until you woke me, did I?
No. He was lying down upstairs. I had to call him.
Sorry. My mistake, I suppose.
Well here we are ...
I thought someone was committing a murder.
Someone probably is ... on the screen there.
Stevie hop on a chair and fix that fan light.
Look out George Arliss doesn't bite you, Steve. Well, goodnight all.
Do you mind if I pop off early tonight, guv?
- OK, Ted - Thank you.
Good night boys.
That fellow seems to get off whenever he likes.
Alright, we'll put someone onto that.
So Sergeant, you saw what happened tonight?
- Yes sir. - Anything your end.
I'm not certain, but I could have sworn I saw Verloc come back in the middle of it all.
Later, when I challenged him, he said, he'd never been out at all.
- His wife confirmed it. - Naturally.
She would, if she's in it.
You'd better find some way of talking to her.
Now listen, Spencer, the Home Office have — something worse than tonight's job may happen.
What the idea, sir?
What's the point of all this wrecking?
Making trouble at home to take our minds off what's going on abroad.
Same as in a crowd, one man treads on your toe, and while you're arguing with him, his pal picks your pocket.
Who's behind it?
Ah, they're the people you and I will never catch.
It's the men they employ that we're after.
- Don't you know, that's very dangerous?
- What?
Leaving the stuff like that lying about!
Supposing you or me was to break our leg on that.
You'd be very pleased with yourself, I suppose.
That would depend whether it was your leg or mine.
Oranges Hello guv.
Going to the pictures?
As a matter of fact, I'm off to a trade show.
Well, pick us a good one then. You know, plenty of murders.
Hmpf. This love stuff makes me sick.
Hmm? The women like it though.
He's just going!
Well then, tell him not to come back too late, because we're going out.
I'm to tell you not to come too late. because we're going out.
I'll be back as soon as I can.
Penny pineapples. Pineapples a penny.
Penny pineapples. Pineapples a penny.
Penny pineapples. Pineapples a penny.
What's them bubbles, Dad? The fish got hiccups?
You'd have hiccups, if you had to live on ant's eggs.
- They're funny looking things. - Yes, they're funny looking things.
It'll take three like that to make soup for the Lord Mayor's banquet next Saturday.
Think of that! They say it's digestable.
There's a thing with a moustache.
I hope you're satisfied with last night's show.
It wasn't as easy as it looked.
- I had to spend money, too. - No doubt.
A neat job though. The sort of thing to make people sit up.
I think you'll agree, I've earned my money.
I hope you didn't mind my asking for it in pound notes.
You made London laugh.
When one sets out to put the fear of death into people, it is not helpful to make them laugh.
We are not comedians.
- It's not my fault if they're such fools. - Londoners are not fools.
They laughed because they realised what happened last night was laughable.
They had a right to laugh — this time.
- What do you mean?
- Mr Verloc, you will be paid.
I don't follow.
My dear Verloc, I once read a sign in Piccadilly Circus:
I think you'd better pay a visit there in a couple of days time.
Leave a small parcel in the cloakroom of the underground station.
What sort of a parcel?
Oh, I don't know.
Let's say, a parcel of fireworks.
I couldn't.
I'm not going to be connected with anything that means loss of life.
You'll have to get somebody else. I won't touch it.
Very well then, Mr Verloc, if you think you're so well off ...
You know I'm not. You know my position.
Alright then, you'll be paid your money when ...
When you feel that you're so fussy about doing it yourself.
Surely you have some kind friends who would help you.
Now don't be silly.
Go and see this man.
He's a very nice old gentleman, who makes lovely fireworks.
I'll try and see him.
Don't forget the date: Saturday next.
Lord Mayor's show day. Lots of people.
Do you want me to come and report?
Thanks, no.
If your report itself is loud enough, it won't be necessary.
Which is the way out, please?
Thank you.
This bivalve's rate of fertility is extremely high. After laying a million eggs,
- the female oyster changes her sex. - Hmpf. I don't blame her.
- Excuse me, can I help you? - Yes.
Thank you.
Isn't it fat!
You'd be fat too, if you were fed corn and bits of bread all day long.
- Why, if it isn't Stevie and Mrs Verloc! - Oh it's Ted! Look!
- Yes, it always is. - Fat, isn't it? Ought to eat more fruit, eh?
- You and your fruit! That's our lunch today. - Why is that all?
How about a nice juicy steak with me? What about it?
- I'm all for it. - Stevie! - Good.
Where shall we go? - I'd like to go to Simpson's.
Well, I know Uncle's been there once.
Don't be silly, Stevie, we going to the corner house or a tea shop.
Oh don't be too hard, Mrs V. Let's make it Simpsons.
Come on.
- Have you ever been here before?
- No never.
Stevie, look what you're doing. You are pulling the table.
I saw a picture once, where a chap snatched the table cloth off the table and left everything standing on it.
- You ought to try that at home one day. - He did.
- All this is very expensive, isn't it?
- Yes, it looks like it, doesn't it?
- I've got a pound note, if you want it. - It's alright.
Now Steve, putting aside the steak for a moment, we have here before us oysters, caviar, smoked salmon, fried, grilled or boiled sole ...
- I'll have — - roast saddle of mutton, Kentish chicken pudding ... chopped steak, grilled kidneys or roast duck.
I think, Stevie would like a nice poached egg on toast and I'll have a mixed salad.
Here, drink this.
Poached egg here at Simpsons?
Why that's enough to make the roast beef turn in its gravy.
Three bullocks roasted whole, and a cup of coffee.
Sirloin to number 8.
When did you come over from America?
About a year ago. Business wasn't too good over there.
That's funny!
People used to go over to the States because business wasn't too good over here.
How are things working out now?
- Not too good, mmm?
- Not terribly.
Thought I hadn't noticed you turning people away.
It's hard to make a one man business pay these days unless you run a sideline.
Has Mr Verloc a sideline?
No, we're all quite satisfied with things as they are.
Just one happy little family.
Just one happy little family.
Mr Verloc is very kind to Stevie.
And that means a lot to Stevie's sister?
It means everything.
- Here we are! - Good morning, sir.
No fat for you as usual. You see, I don't forget.
Haven't seen you for a long time.
- Do I look as though I don't like fat?
- What's the big idea?
- What idea?
- First, pretending you hadn't been here before.
Second, affording to come here on your salary.
That's what everyone would like to know. There's a mystery about me ...
Come to think of it, there's a mystery about most people. Haven't you got some terrible secret?
Never mind about that.
What goes on after hours in that cinema of yours?
Deeds of darkness.
Does your husband go on mysterious journeys?
- He does, wearing false whiskers. - Ah ha! That means, there's another woman in his life.
- What's the joke?
- You ought to know him.
He is the kindest, most harmless, home-loving being.
Well.
What luck with Mrs Verloc?
- She knows nothing, sir. Nothing at all. - What makes you think so?
She has a straight answer for everything. Besides, her manner.
Pretty woman?
- What's that got to do with it?
- Oh I know.
I'm too tender-hearted, myself, especially where women are concerned.
- What about Verloc?
- I'm not certain, but if he is mixed up in this, he's not giving himself away.
I'm not so sure about that.
- Your assistant, um what —
- Hollingshead.
Hollingshead was signaled by you this morning to follow this man.
- Yes sir. - Well, just reach me that paper, will you.
This is his report. Telephoned from a call box about 10 minutes ago.
Verloc went to the zoo aquarium evidently by appointment and met a certain foreign individual, who handed him a paper.
He then proceeded to 465 Liverpool Rd, Islington, which is a bird shop.
I'm waiting for him to come out and will report again later on.
- Islington?
- Exactly. Doesn't mean much to me, either.
But, I can't understand, madam. One of my best songbirds! It sang all day before you purchased it.
Perhaps in a few days, it will settle down.
Nothing will make it settle down. I've tried all ways:
Whistling to it, clapping me hands, frying bacon.
No use. It just sits there and makes me look silly.
- It's not the bird's fault, I assure you, madam. - Isn't it?
I'll have my 2 and 9, please, and there's your bird back.
- I want a canary for company. - Perhaps I can make him sing.
- There now. - Are you sure, it was him?
Listen again.
- I see his beak open. - Of course you did.
There's a good boy. Now don't forget: plenty of watercress. And you must whistle to him.
Me whistle?
Perhaps you'd like me to sit in the cage and him do the housework.
Yes of course, you want something from my other department. Don't you?
Mmm-hmm? This way.
My daughter.
Much better than having a stranger doing for you. Strangers are too inquisitive, you know.
Now, where's my key?
How very careless!
She oughtn't to let the child play out here.
Very dangerous.
There you are: no father, no discipline.
What can you expect?
- The little girl's father's dead?
- I don't know.
Might be.
I don't know. Nobody knows.
My daughter would like to know too. But there you are.
It's her cross, and she must bear it. We all have our cross to bear.
- Everything there looks pretty harmless. - You are right, my friend.
But if I were to mix, say, a little tomato sauce with some strawberry jam, then ...
I gather from our mutual friend that Saturday is the day and the hour, 1:45.
How do I start the mechanism?
Oh, you leave that to me. By the time you receive it, everything will have been set in motion.
You seem a little nervous. Don't be afraid.
Say to yourself, there is one man who envies you.
- Envies me?
- I've been a fighter always until now.
But alas, I'm no longer wanted in the frontline.
I must keep the fighters supplied but I would rather be in your shoes.
My dear!
Just look here!
Yes yes, perhaps you're right. I must have put it there myself.
There, there. No harm done.
Well, I think, everything is quite clear.
Slap me hard!
Granddad's been very naughty.
- Look there!
What's he doing?
- He might be watching me.
Why not?
They probably know too much already. They'll raid you one day.
I shall give them a nice warm welcome if they do.
He didn't see me.
On Saturday without fail, sir. Two canaries in a nice cage with a very deep tray.
Don't forget, Saturday at 1:45.
Good day, sir, good day.
That child again ...
- And now, sir?
- I want a nice singing canary.
A canary, you say. My dear little birds at £1/6s themselves ...
Of course, I realise, he wasn't really a greengrocer's assistant at all.
I mean a greengrocer's assistant can hardly afford lunch at Simpson's can he?
He's really quite well off, and he's there to learn the business.
It's one of a big chain, that shop. If you ask me, I believe he's the son of the man who owns them.
How would you like a job selling fruit, Stevie?
I wouldn't mind with Ted. He makes it all sound fun.
Wouldn't it be grand to have steak whenever you like.
- Crumbs, I'd have it three times a day. - You'd soon get sick of it.
Bet I wouldn't.
Don't see how you could get sick of things you eat.
- Except poached eggs. - What's the matter with poached eggs?
I think they're the worst things in the world. I bet Ted doesn't eat them.
- Well, sure he does. - I bet he doesn't.
They're beneath his dignity.
- I don't think, Ted's so terribly dignified. - Well, he's too dignified to eat eggs.
- Hey, I've seen it bunching up. - Oh now, it's alright.
Do you think, Ted will come with us and sail it?
- He might, if you ask him. - He's more likely to, if you ask him.
Sailing boats is fun.
I like it. But Ted knows about all sorts of things ... gangsters and burglars and everything.
- How does he know?
- He reads about them.
He says, gangsters are not nearly so frightening as you think.
Some of them are quite ordinary looking, like you and me and Mr Verloc.
Perhaps he's right.
After all, if gangsters looked like gangsters, the police would soon get after them. Wouldn't they, I mean.
Six penny, please.
Thank you.
- Is Mr. Verloc in?
- Was he expecting you?
- Yes. - Do you know your way through?
- Yes, I think so ...
Thank you. - Pass one, Jack.
- I have an appointment with Mr Verloc. - Do you know your way through?
- No. - You go right through the theatre.
- Pass one, Jack. - Thank you.
- Apples a pound there. Apples a pound there. - Lady there, Ted.
- A pound of those apples, please. - I have to slip away in a minute.
Maybe I won't be bothering you anymore again after tonight.
Thank you.
Keep an eye, Jim, will you.
One balcony, please.
Pass one, Jack.
- Oh, he doesn't talk through loud speakers.
- That's what's in there?
There's only the screen: not much to look at.
Where does that lead to?
- To our front-room.
Well, I don't see anything against it. I'll call in tomorrow about 11 o'clock.
And afterwards
I'll settle with you, when you've done the job.
Of course, if the Arsenal lose to Birmingham on Saturday, I shan't be so pleased.
- Arsenal?
I don't follow. - No. I know you don't follow Arsenal but they're a good bet, believe me.
Don't forget that I filled in about 10 coupons.
Stan here did about 15 bob. So I'd better ...
Why, I know him.
What were you doing up there?
- Who is he?
- Well, he's from the grocery next door.
- I know him, alright, but ...
- What happened?
I was showing Ted the back of the screen and the loud speakers.
Wasn't that alright?
I hope I didn't hurt you. You never know, you know.
Well, Mr Verloc, no harm done I hope.
I must be getting back to shade of the old apple tree.
Sorry.
Good night all. Good night.
That was Detective Sergeant Spencer of Scotland Yard.
- But who's he after?
- You're having us on.
- But what are we going to do about it?
- But, he's connected with the fruit store, next door, I tell you. Spencer got me my last stretch. The one I'm on licence from now.
- What are we going to do about it?
- One thing.
This job is: off, out, finished.
- We go quick from here and scatter! - And keep scattered.
And if he comes here again, tell him you don't know where we live. Say, we've gone abroad, anything you like.
Yesterday, at Simpsons, when you had lunch with that fellow
With Ted, you mean?
Remember what he said to you.
Did he ask you any questions about yourself?
About me?
None that I can think of.
Because he's a detective from Scotland Yard. That's why. Spying on us, on me, through you.
But why should he?
What is there to find out?
I'm alright.
It must be one of those fellows who came here tonight.
But you said, he was spying on you.
No, not me. This place I'm in.
But, if he has anything against anybody, why didn't he come straight to you. You'd help him.
- I'll talk to Mr detective Ted. - No no, I'll speak to him myself.
- Come and clean all that.
- Where's Ted?
- Gone.
- Has he gone to Scotland Yard?
- I'm sorry Mr Verloc.
Of course, I didn't like the idea, but I couldn't refuse. It was official.
But why?
What's wrong.
- Did they say what it's about?
- Not so far as I know.
You must have been showing some funny sort of films, I dare say.
You know, perhaps a bit too hot.
Was he there?
Post.
I was trying to get hold of him since first thing this morning.
- Wasn't there anybody there to answer?
- No.
Well it's too late to stop him now. He's gone out with an order.
Alright.
Alright.
An old man just left this. I thought he must have made a mistake.
No, that's alright.
It's only a pair of birds for Stevie. I was just phoning about it.
You are terribly good to him.
Not to you?
You're good to him. You're good to me. You know that.
Yes, I know.
- What made you think of it?
- Oh, someone made the suggestion.
Go and call him, will you.
Stevie!
What are you doing up there?
- There's a surprise for you inside. - What is it?
Go and see.
There was no one on the door. Forgive me for busting in like this.
We're getting used to it. I'm afraid we've nothing showing at this early hour.
I'm sorry Mrs Verloc, but I'm here on business.
Same business as last night?
- Mrs Verloc, there's nothing personal in all this. - Isn't there?
You had us fooled alright, trying to make Stevie and me think you were a friend.
- Do you think I enjoyed it?
- Then why did —
Listen, I asked to be take off this job this morning.
You can guess why. But it's not as easy as that. In my job, you have to do as you're told.
Well, what have you been told?
Is it about the men who came here last night.
My husband has nothing to do with it.
You've got to realise that. Speaking their own business about the cinema.
That's just it, you've no idea what their business was.
Whatever it was, I'm sure my husband hasn't done anything wrong.
I hope you're right.
Why do you say it like that?
Because we believe there's something going on here connected with sabotage.
- Sabot — ?
- That blackout the other night do you remember?
My husband hasn't anything to do with sabotage.
He told me that night, he'd been in all evening.
That wasn't true.
I saw him come back with my own eyes.
- I don't believe you. - You're making things very difficult for me.
I afraid I've go to ask you a lot of questions. Now about those men —
But I've told you before, he's the most harmless person in the whole world.
He wouldn't do anything to —
Did these men arrive together or one by one?
Did you recognise any of them?
Are you quite certain you didn't know one of them, yesterday.
Stevie!
- They're beauties.
Which one's the hen?
- I think you'll have to wait until one of them lays an egg.
Wouldn't it fool everybody, if one day the gent laid an egg. Gosh, wouldn't that be funny.
You are right.
Oh, by the way, has that spool reel gone over to the Canterbury yet?
Well, there's plenty of time.
Mmmm. I was just wondering: maybe you could take it along now, because there's another little job I want doing at the same time.
You know, kill two birds with one stone.
- Not my birds! - No no. They'll be here when you come back.
No it's ah — that ah — projector gadget that wants seeing to.
Harris out at Watford says he'll do it cheaper than they will in town.
But he can't come right over here and fetch it so what they do is this.
You leave it in the cloakroom of Piccadilly Circus and Harris picks it up at half past one.
But can he get it without the ticket?
Oh that's alright, you leave the ticket with the man.
Harris knows me. We've done this before.
- You better get along now. - Oh, there's no hurry.
- You'll have to walk all the way. - Walk?
What for?
You know you can't take film tins in public vehicles.
Oh yes, I forgot.
You needn't tell your sister that you're going as far as Piccadilly.
You know what she is.
Always thinking you are going to get run over.
Oh, she needn't worry.
Heads, I wash; tails, I don't.
Tails it is!
For God's sake, why don't you go?
I mean, hurry up.
You might be late.
Don't forget, it's got to be there by 1:30 at the latest.
- Hello Steve. What have you got there?
- I'm taking a two-reeler over to the Canterbury.
Hmm. "Bartholomew the Strangler". That sounds a juicy one. Have you seen it?
- Fourteen times. - Quite a wrench parting from it.
- Well, so long, Bartholomew. - So long.
- Careful of the crossings. - I can look after myself, can't I?
- Oh Steve, is Mr Verloc in?
- Yes, I just left him.
I'm afraid I've had to impose on you, Mr Verloc. I couldn't afford to let you in on this.
Now I can put my cards on the table.
I've come here to ask your help, nothing more.
I see.
About those men who were here the other night when I dropped in myself.
I've been instructed to get a little information about them. We'd be very grateful if you'd help us.
Well, any help I can give them of course ...
About yourself, Mr Verloc, when did you first come to this country?
- Can I get you a drink or something?
- Not now, thanks.
We'll I've got to think now, let's see ...
Perhaps, it would be better if you put it down on paper. Just a formality.
Would you find a pen and ink.
We could start right away.
You know, "I, Carl Anton Verloc — "
Now, ladies and gentlemen.
Now let me give you just a little demonstration.
- What is it, causes teeth to fall out?
- Why, a punch in the jaw!
Process of decay, inevitable in all human organisms.
But decay can be arrested, instantaneously arrested.
And by what?
- A copper. - Yes, exactly.
But if I may say so, by rather more than one copper, by a few coppers.
I have here in my hand, a tube of that remarkable preparation, Salvodent, derived from two Greek words:
"Salvo" - no more and "dent" – toothache.
Sixpence a small tube, and a shilling for the large tube, containing four times as much.
Now if somebody — Ah!
I see here a young gentleman who will, I'm sure, be happy to assist me.
- No, I wouldn't. - Yes, you would. Come on, bung him up.
- In the chair, sir, if you don't mind. - But I ...
- Allow me to relieve you of this toffee, eh. - It isn't toffee and I —
Alright, alright, alright. Stay where you are. Don't get excited.
Now then, here we are. The first thing to do is take the tube in the left hand and remove the cap.
Like so.
Then we pick up a toothbrush, and we squeeze some of the Salvodent along the bristles, like so.
Then, I want you to observe, ladies and gentlemen,
- that the young gentleman's teeth are very dirty. - They are not.
Yes they are. Now come on. Open your mouth.
Now we now proceed to use the brush.
Now with your ordinary commercial dentrifices, what happens?
It is either too gritty and takes all the enamel off, or it ain't and it don't take nothing off.
But with Salvodent, that's the happy medium.
Neither too strong, nor too weak. It performs the functions that nature forgot.
It cleanses the teeth, refreshes the mouth and removes all traces of halitosis.
- Hali ... what?
- Bad breath, to you sir.
- Same to you. - Thank you, I don't need it.
Come on. There you are, now.
Now ladies and gentlemen, you will observe that I have unfortunately disarrayed the young gentleman's hair.
But that is easily attended to.
Now I have here, a bottle of Glosswell. A shilling for that size.
But I have a large size, four times the size, which is only 18 pence.
I will now give you a demonstration of how it's used.
You put it on the hair like that, see.
It's a remarkable substance, which is guaranteed to give the appearance of patent leather to the human thatch.
You are now groomed for stardom as they say.
Go on, buzz off, you little basket.
What do you want? Go on hop it!
Stand around for the Lord Mayor's show!
Hey, where are you going?
Go on back to your place!
Go on. Go on.
Go on.
Go on son, step right back.
Here they come.
I say, do you think, we'll get to Piccadilly Circus by 1:30?
Yes, 1:30 in the morning.
You got to meet a young lady there?
Here, you can't bring those there in a public vehicle. They're films, ain't they?
- Yes. - Then they're flammable. Go on hop off, big boy.
I've got to get to Piccadilly. Can't I leave them out on the platform or somewhere?
Ah, it's "Bartholomew the Strangler".
Oh well, if it's you Bartholomew, old fellow, you can stay as long as you promise not to set about me or any of the passengers.
Thank you.
Well, now everything seems to be alright. Would you have your drink after all?
No thanks.
Come in.
Oh, excuse me. Will you ring up Whitehall 1212?
May I use your phone?
Put me through to Superintendent Talbot, please.
Spencer here, sir.
A whole busload of people have been blown up in the West End.
- How awful. - What time?
Why do you ask?
Well, after all I can't be in two places at the same time, can I?
I suppose not.
I may be back later on.
- Got on to anything?
- I am not sure.
Well, make up your mind. What is it anyway?
"Bartho — ", "Bartholomew" something.
Well, that's a film tin isn't it?
I thought you said, Verloc hadn't been out since this morning.
- He hadn't. - Well, you'd best go back there and
- see if that's one of their films. - You want me, sir?
Yes yes. You'd better join Hollingshead at the bird shop.
- Yes sir. - Don't go inside. Just keep your eyes open.
- Aye aye, sir. - Alright, Spencer, cut off.
Is that anything to do with it, Mr Spencer?
"Bartholomew the Strangler".
That's a film tin, isn't it?
No. Sardines.
Late extra news!
Street bomb sensation!
He's all right. He can take care of himself. You've got nothing to worry about.
Late extra news! Street bomb sensation! Big bomb sensation.
- Give me a penny. - Late extra news! Street bomb sensation!
- Look at that. - Look, the lady's fainted.
I want Mr Verloc.
I want to see Mr Verloc.
I didn't mean any harm to come to the boy.
Come on, we've got to think of tomorrow.
You'll need all your wits about you, if they get on to me.
You must answer a fellow.
Do be reasonable.
What would it have been if you had lost me?
That swine in the aquarium, silly jeering dangerous brute with no more sense than —
You didn't know. Quite right too.
I'm not the chap to worry a woman that's fond of me.
You have no business to know.
You'll have to pull yourself together, my dear.
What's done can't be undone.
You go to bed now.
What you want is a good cry.
I know how you feel.
Do you think it doesn't touch me?
Do you think I fixed it so that he'd be killed?
No, but I'll tell you who did.
Your Scotland Yard friend from next door, Ted. Blame him.
I'd have carried the thing myself, but he was hanging around watching, spying.
I couldn't get away.
Look now ...
come now ...
And there's the future —
Perhaps — I don't know.
Perhaps if we had a kid of our own.
[Movie:] Who killed Cock Robin?
[Movie:] Who killed Cock Robin?
I've fixed the stuff. Young Stevie ain't into that leg problem.
Well, I'm getting along now.
[Movie:] Who who who who whooo killed Cock Robin?
[Movie:] Who killed Cock Robin?
[Movie:] Who killed Cock Robin? [Movie:] Who got him with a shot and put him on the spot? Pull yourself together a bit.
Pull yourself together a bit. That's better.
Never green.
Why can't that woman cook green stuff any better?
Surely she's been long enough here to know how fond I am of that sort of thing.
I don't think I want any cabbage.
Couldn't we send next door for some —
Ah, don't!
Stevie!
Okay. - You heard? - Yes.
I'm terribly sorry.
I do not know what to say.
- You know why I'm here. - Yes.
I have to arrest him.
Yes.
I'll help him if I can, of course. For your sake, if not for his.
I'd do anything for you. You know that don't you.
Very good of you, Ted.
There isn't anything you can do for either of us.
Things aren't as bad as that.
The evidence is against him, I admit. But nothing's going to happen to you.
I know this isn't a very good time to tell you.
I shouldn't tell you at all, I suppose but before I take him along, I want you to know that what happens to you means to a lot me.
I didn't want to see you hurt but there it is.
I guess I better get my coat if we're going.
I can't stop shivering.
- For God's sake, what happened?
- He killed Stevie.
- I feel warmer now. Let's go. - Go where?
- To the police, of course. - No. Hold on!
Do you realise what this means to you?
- Listen to me. You can't go through with this. - Ted, let me go.
You're not guilty. I know it was an accident. Anyway, you're only going to hang yourself for it.
- Please, let me go. - I know the facts and no one else does.
What chance would you stand with a judge and jury?
I don't care anymore.
You're telling me you've nothing more to live for. Is that it?
Look at me.
- Ted! - My dear, we're going to get out of all this. Clear out.
- No. It's no good. You'd just ruin yourself.
It's Saturday night. We don't need passports for the continent if we ask for weekend tickets.
The train leaves at 9:00.
Would someone try and get in that room?
Mrs Jones or anyone?
Mrs Jones comes in at 8 o'clock in the morning.
8 o'clock, and you say we've got no chance.
Why we've 12 hours start, Before anyone can find him.
You shut up. I don't want to hear another word from you.
Now, go straight to that cinema and bring that birdcage right back before the police get there and find it.
How could you be so mad as to do such a thing?
- A birdcage with a bomb in it. - My dear, I couldn't help ...
Well, you can help now. Here's your hat and your coat.
- My dear, but what of the risk —
- Risk?
Who to?
You?
What about me and the child?
Haven't our lives been one long risk for months?
Now go on. Get into that taxi. And get that birdcage!
Bijou Cinema, Penfork Road.
Follow that taxi.
Put this through the Yard.
- Police van ...
What's our number?
- UDC4768.
Reporting: the man under observation just left the shop and is making to the Bijou cinema in a taxi, which we are following.
Any instructions?
Reply is: "Arrest man and Verloc on arrival at cinema.
Chief Inspector coming from Yard."
- I'm alright now. I just —
- You mustn't look as though you've been crying.
- I'm alright. - Come on.
Ted.
Whatever happens —
Is Mr Verloc in?
What is that?
- Police. - Come on.
- Not that way.
- Are you in charge?
- Sorry, no time now, madam.
- But I'm Mrs Verloc. - Oh! Where have you been, Spencer?
- Look here, sir — - He was just taking me along to the police station.
Oh. Oh I see. Does Mrs Verloc know we want to question her?
Yes, he's explained all that. I told him I wanted to make a statement.
- Statement, eh?
What kind of statement?
- Mrs Verloc, you can make your statement later at the station.
Alright Spencer, I'm in charge of this. Is the statement to do with your husband?
- Your man's gone through to the back, sir. - Right, I'm coming over.
You wait here. Your husband will be along in a minute.
- It's no —
- But Mrs Verloc.
Yes, no time now, I'm afraid. Later. You stay by the car, Spencer.
How many men have gone round the back?
Mr Verloc?
- Mr Verloc. - Come on then, boy. Open up.
- It would save a lot of trouble. - You open that door, I'll blow the place sky high!
- Perhaps he's got a bomb. - Half a tick. Better clear the cinema!
- I'll look after the old man. - No, you ain't. I'm staying here.
- You've got a wife. - All the more reason why I should stop.
Ha Ha. Go on. Get the audience out.
He's gone to the back. He's got a bomb. Says he's going to use it.
- Bomb?
Is Verloc inside too? - I don't know.
Perhaps something's happened to him.
Ladies and gentlemen, I must ask you all to leave the cinema ...
- Mrs Verloc, is your husband inside there?
- She knows nothing.
- Why do you keep interfering, Spencer?
- Yes, he's inside.
The old man's got a bomb.
What's your husband's nerve?
Can he control him?
- No. - He can't?
He's dead!
The roof's gone. The whole of the back of the place, clean blown up.
- Anybody —
- All the audience was clear, thank goodness.
God, I saw some things in the war, but —
- Is there enough left to identify?
- I wouldn't say so. No.
You'd better get a First Aid man to attend to that head of yours.
Spencer.
You'd better look after Mrs Verloc. Her husband's dead. Blown to glory.
You can break it to her.
There'll be a few enquiries later.
There's nothing against her, so far as I can gather.
Yes, sir.
- Make way there. - That's queer.
Is that girl psychic?
She said that Verloc was ...
Dead sir?
You don't need second sight in a case like this.
But she said it before.
Or was it after?
I can't remember.
Is this a carjacking?
- Are you carjacking me?
- I'm the devil.
Before you were born, your mom and I sold your soul to the devil.
- You gonna tell Andi?
- I'm not gonna tell Andi!
If she knows, she'll never go out with me.
You could make her go out with you, Damien.
You're just gonna bring escaped souls back to hell. That's cool, right?
- How am I supposed to capture 'em?
- This will help... a vessel, hand-crafted in the bowels of perdition by the iniquitous and the vile.
- That'll work. - A word of caution...
I don't accept failure.
You finally found the one thing that you're good at.
You sent an escaped soul back to hell.
- Come on, come on.
- All right!
Those are huge on you.
- All right, feel that?
- Nope, not a thing.
This is gonna work great.
- All right! Now run, rabbit.
- All right, wait, give me a head start.
Steady...
Oh, Sock!
- Below the waist!
- What did you say?
Say... let's try again. Here, here.
This 2 pants thing doesn't work!
You sure about that?
Let's try again here.
Sock, you're makin'me mad!
Wait, wait.
Oh, my god, mom!
- You're back!
- Hi, sweetheart!
Oh, ribs, sweetie! Ribs, ribs.
Oh, sorry. How was Vegas?
Mom, did you see me shoot Ben in the butt?
I did. Good shootin', Bert.
- Very good shot. - Hey, Ms. Wysocki.
Um, mom...
Who's the, uh, cowboy?
Um, Bert, there's something I have to tell you.
Uh, this is Morris.
And we have some wonderful news.
Will you stop checking the time?
Am I that boring?
No, I told you I have to leave in 10 minutes.
I'm gonna be super late. And it's definitely not boring.
I'll tell you when 10 minutes is up.
What...
Hey, what?
Oh, my gosh, this is beautiful!
You were gonna give it to me as a present? That is so sweet!
Yeah.
Yeah, you... you like it?
I love it. It's perfect.
Put it on.
There you go.
Oh! Thank you, thank you, thank you!
- What's up?
- Sock, what are you doing?
I need you to get rid of this, OK?
Sock, are you all right?
My mom came home from Vegas today.
You shot your mom with a BB gun?
No, Sam, of course not.
I might have shot an Asian cowboy, though.
What?
Yeah. And I think I punched him in the eye.
I don't know. It's all a big blur.
- Will you rub my head?
- Yeah.
Thank you. That feels good.
Sock, what the hell is going on?
My mom get married.
And now I have nobody, except for you two.
Would somebody get me a six pack?
It's what my mom would have done.
Oh, hey, you're up.
Sock, why is my alarm clock going off at 4:30 in the morning?
Yeah, I couldn't sleep, either.
But, um, since we're both awake, do you want to talk?
Do we have to do this now?
Can you believe she married a guy named Morris?
Morris, Sam.
I mean, I don't even think he's a real cowboy.
You know, I mean, how long has she even known this guy, a week?
Now she's going to shack up with a total stranger.
Yeah, good idea, mom.
She's absolutely going to regret this.
Oh, blue tie. Definitely better than the red.
Sometimes, if you love somebody enough, you have got to let them hit rock bottom.
Even though I might want to kick Morris' ass to the curb right now,
I'm not gonna do it.
I'm gonna stand strong, and I'm gonna be firm.
Hello?
You know, my mom and I are a team, and teammates do not go out and get married behind each other's backs.
That's one thing I know.
So I'm gonna take the one thing away from her she loves the most... me.
I'm not gonna move back in until she admits she made a mistake.
I can't do it.
I can't work. I'm too upset.
Sock, come on, it'll be good for you. It'll take your mind off of things.
OK, but I need a push.
Sam, I am a wall of misery, all right?
You're gonna have to do a little better than that. Let's go.
Sock? !
Oh, my god, Sock, are you OK?
Hey, did you just fly in here?
Sam moved me with his mind.
The devil must be screwing with me.
What do you think it means?
It might have something to do with the soul.
That... was wicked.
Let's do it again. Ben, help me with the tree.
Sam, get back over there.
Hey, do you know where Sock is?
I need him to fake a seizure for me.
That is an unusual request.
Yeah, well, Ted saw Sock fall into the Christmas tree.
He's terrified of a workman's comp lawsuit.
Terrified Ted is always a good time.
- Sock's in house wares.
- Great, thank you.
There's something about the sea air.
- You know?
- Yeah.
Maybe it's because all of life came from the sea.
It's primordial. Clean, fresh.
And almost entirely covers up the stench of that decomposing corpse down there.
- Who is that?
- A vagrant, I think.
No one of consequence.
Where's its head?
Removed, and partially eaten by one Phillip Carmona.
Hell's latest overachiever.
- Eaten?
- Yeah.
In life, Carmona was a cannibal.
Had a predilection for eating the brains and the heart.
- So the soul ate its heart, too?
- No, I don't think so.
He got scared away.
Look, he always finishes his meals and he always eats at night.
Now you just follow the corpse, you'll find your soul.
Excuse me a moment.
What's up?
You're gonna be sorry when I'm famous, Rachel.
Rachel, how can you date an accountant?
- Great titles, man.
- Thanks.
They're about my ex.
Her name was Rachel.
Really?
Not a nice girl, I take it.
She left me for following my dream, the dream of rock and roll.
You're probably drinking a lot more than usual.
You gotta numb the pain, bro.
Jerry Belvedere.
AR for popblast records.
Ryan Milner. My stage name's Ryan.
- No last name.
- Ryan.
You know, Ryan, I bet you and I can make a deal that'll be extremely beneficial to the both of us.
Mr. Belvedere, can I talk to you for a second?
What are you doing?
What does it look like?
You're setting that guy up so you can buy his soul.
Come on, just leave him alone. He's pathetic enough as it is!
Oh, wow, Sammy, maybe you're right.
If I'm hearing you correctly, you're basically calling me a morally bankrupt, evil being.
Yes, more or less.
Then this makes perfect sense.
Hey, uh, I gotta get going.
Wait, wait, wait, is that her?
Yeah, yeah, she's just... We're gonna hang out.
Oh, OK, well, bring her over here. What's the big deal?
I mean, we're friends, right?
So, why can't I meet your girlfriend?
I mean, unless you're trying to hide her from me.
- Why would I do that?
- Too late.
- Hi, cutie!
- Hey.
- Hi, I'm Cady.
- Hi.
Uh, Andi.
I've heard a lot about you.
- Yeah, all good things.
- Oh, good to hear.
That's a nice necklace.
Oh, thank you. Sam got it for me.
Yeah, actually, he showed it to me... once.
Andi used to play soccer in high school, like you.
- You guys... did that...
- Well, enjoy your lunch.
And your necklace.
She hates me.
- No, she doesn't hate you.
- Come on, Sam, it's obvious.
Did you guys have a thing?
Yeah...
Let's sit down.
All right, this... this is my fault.
All right, the necklace you're wearing was actually one I had originally bought for her.
When?
- Uh, a few weeks ago?
- And then you gave it to me?
Yeah, but to be fair, I didn't plan on giving it to you.
I... I just, I got caught when you found it and I made a rash decision. I...
So why did you keep it?
I... I don't have an answer.
That's weird, Sam.
- Cady...
- Don't follow me.
Next time I buy a present for a girl...
I need you to punch me in the junk. Hard.
- That's the only way I punch.
- Not now, Sock!
- What's the problem?
- Cady's mad at me,
Andi's all pissed off. I don't...
Will you listen to this guy?
Oh, wah, I have 2 chicks fighting over me!
What am I gonna do?
Why am I so loveable?
Shut up.
Enjoy it, Sam.
Or at least, you know, try and flip it into a three-way.
- That's what I'd do.
- Hey, this guy Ryan's pretty lame.
This CD is for all the dreamers who dream of the rock and roll dream, so dream on.
I gotta... I gotta side with the devil on this one.
- Some people just belong in hell.
- No, I feel bad for him.
The devil's gonna sucker him into a deal and he'll be just as screwed as I am.
What can you do?
I mean, if the guy wants to sell his soul to the devil,
- it's not your problem.
- But I could at least warn him.
If somebody had stepped in before my parents sold my soul...
Whatever.
Devil says something about the soul eating after dark.
- Don't we have to get to the morgue?
- No, we have time. We can stop
- at the marina along the way.
- Then can we swing by my mom's house, too?
I kinda want to egg her bedroom window.
Well, this is where he was.
Maybe he's playing in another spot.
Yeah, but know where?
I mean, we can't look on every corner...
I think I know where he might be.
Looks like the devil got to him first.
Pike Arena?
That's huge.
Damn it.
Devil said follow the body.
Carmona only feeds at night.
Pretty good, right?
- Look it.
- Jose Miller. Not bad, yeah.
How'd you get Josie to give you her ID badge?
It's part of some memory trinkets I stole from her.
She took so much and gave back so little. So Jose Miller it is.
Well, as long as that thing gets us into the morgue,
- where the body is, who cares?
- It's almost 6:00.
We need to be ready when the soul comes back to feed.
Let's see what we're saddled with this time.
Nice. A spear gun. Very James Bond.
You say this job isn't cool.
Evening, lieu-tective.
Just gotta get these experts in for a dental match on a certain Jonathan Deere.
All right?
So he always finishes his meal?
Yeah, we gotta find the headless body.
Which one do you think it is?
It's gonna be this one.
Yeah, well, Carmona didn't come back for seconds.
Excuse me.
What are you doing here?
Oh, uh, we're from, uh, downtown.
Downtown branch, and we're actually taking over the case.
It's a jurisdictional thing.
- Juris... jurisdictional.
- What case are you talking about?
Actually, that is a need to know.
We wish we could do something about it, but we can't.
It's just... whoa.
This ID is expired.
And the picture is pasted on.
What...
- OK, but could I possibly have the ID back?
- I'm calling the police.
- No, I... keep it!
I thought you said that jurisdiction thing always works.
Why do you always have to point out my flaws, Ben?
So what do we do now?
We'll just stop the soul before he ever gets to the body.
There's only 2 ways in.
Let's seal up the doors so we know which way Carmona's coming.
OK, good one.
All right, come on, Carmona.
Whoa, sorry.
Oh! It's my mom.
Hurts, doesn't it?
All right, be cool. All right, be cool.
You guys, look.
Look, it's him, it's the soul. It's him.
Go, go, go!
On three! 1, 2, 3!
Where is he? Where is he?
Oh, damn it!
It's locked, it's locked.
Go, go, go.
Boy, you spook easily. Huh.
- It's just rubber.
- So it was you, right?
Use your words, Sammy. What was me?
This.
- You got Ryan a concert.
- Oh, wow, this came out pretty sharp.
Yeah. The umlaut was my idea.
- You made him sell you his soul?
- Not yet, but I will.
It's a classic "first taste is free" gambit.
Ryan gets his gig, tastes a little fame, and then while he's on that endorphin high,
I slap that contract right in front of him.
- Never fails.
- That really works?
We're talkin'about rock and roll, man.
The devil's music. Comin'down the crossroads.
Sell your soul for rock and roll, baby.
It's not funny. He's gonna spend eternity in hell!
Oh, you're right, you're right. It's never a laughing matter, Sammy.
But, hey, let's talk about you.
What's up with that cannibal of yours?
Why haven't you caught him?
- I don't know where he is.
- Talk to the mother.
- Carmona has a mom?
- Yep.
And you know moms.
- They love talkin'about their kids.
- Even when the kid's a people eater?
Well, it's just more to talk about.
Hi, Mrs. Carmona.
We were wondering if we could talk to you about your son.
Wait, wait, wait, you don't understand!
Why don't you vultures leave me alone!
But we're not vultures, Mrs. Carmona.
My son didn't do any of the things they said.
- He was a good boy.
- Oh, I'm sure he was.
He was our favorite camp counselor.
You knew him at Camp Soaring Arrow?
Yes, we did know him at Camp Soaring Arrow.
The memories are flooding in.
You know, toasting marshmallows and panty raids and learning how to use your...
- Archery.
- Bow and arrow.
You like my son?
Yeah, we thought your son was great.
- Would you boys like some pie?
- Sure.
Here's the picture of Phillip in the school play one Thanksgiving.
He's so cute.
- He's the kid dressed in brown?
- Oh, yes.
He played gravy.
Oh, here he is in the pee wee football.
And this is Phillip in his high school graduation.
Such a sweet boy.
- You and your son were close, huh?
- He was my best friend.
That's nice. That's how it's supposed to be.
Yeah, it's true. Yep, you're right.
So what was Phillip like away from camp?
Where did he like to go?
Was there any special place he liked to hang out?
- Or hide out, maybe.
- Well, not really.
Mostly he liked to hang out with me.
Sometimes right after the sun goes down, I imagine I see him, out there at the end of the driveway, or over in the backyard.
The other night,
I could have sworn I saw him sitting on the swing.
It seemed so real.
Bye bye, Mrs. C. Have a good day.
All right.
He just comes here to hang out with his mom.
Well, can you blame the guy?
I mean, that... that, my friends, is a real mom.
A beautiful, selfless, kind-hearted woman who built her entire life around her son.
Even though he was a crazy-assed convicted cannibal.
Gets me, right here.
Right... right here.
Is it... where's your heart?
OK, Ryan, sound check on mic.
- Tommy, how was that?
- Great, Ryan, let's take five.
All right. Thank you, gorgeous.
- Hey, from the record company, right? - You're friends with Jerry?
Yeah, yeah, that... that's me.
- How ya doin'?
- Awesome.
Listen, Ryan, did you sign any contract or make any promises...
I can't believe it. Tomorrow night, every seat's gonna be filled.
Ryan!
Did you sign anything?
What... no, man.
I didn't get any paperwork yet.
But don't worry. When I do, I'll sign it. No questions.
No, no, I'm trying to tell you to not sign a contract with... with the record company.
- Dude, what are you talkin'about?
- This isn't what you think it is.
Did Jerry mention anything about what you might sacrifice for this deal?
But I'll do anything.
Jerry is the devil, and he's trying to get you to sell your soul, OK?
Get out of here, man, are you crazy?
How did you sell out this entire arena when nobody's even heard you before?
Maybe...
- they like my songs.
- How did they even hear your songs?
I mean, come on, doesn't it bother you that this all happened so easily?
He's the devil, and if you go through with this, you're gonna spend eternity in hell when you die.
- Who cares?
- Who car... are you insane?
Hey, look.
Yesterday, I was nothing. My wife left me.
My friends thought I was a failure.
But today, I'm a rock star, man.
You got it?
I'm a rock star!
They were wrong.
They were all wrong.
I'll worry about my soul when I'm dead.
What do you want?
I just wanted to see if this car had heated seats.
I always wanted to try heated seats.
- Please get out of my car.
- Fine, fine.
After the way you helped me out with Ryan, I owe you one, buddy.
How did I help you out?
Well, you remember when I told you that that first time is for free gambit never fails?
Usually the sticking point is when I reveal that I'm the devil.
You know, that freaks some people out.
But this time I mixed it up a little bit. See, I had you deliver the news.
You're utterly unthreatening.
When you say "devil", it sounds sorta cute.
So now that he's over the initial shock, I can step in and close the deal.
I just wanted to tell you that I appreciate it.
Just thanks again, buddy.
Hey, Josie.
You are coming with me.
Why were you at the coroner's office?
I got a call from my grandmother.
She thought my uncle Hector was hit by a car.
Turns out, he's OK, the whole thing was a false alarm.
Write it down.
You guys just happened to go to the morgue the same night my old ID badge shows up.
Inexplicable, but true.
Why would I want to use your ID, Josie?
I look nothing like you.
Where were you when you heard about your uncle?
I was at Sock's house playing nintendo.
- You sure about that?
- Positive.
Nintendo at Sock's. Ben was racking up points.
He almost didn't take the call about uncle Hector.
And you didn't use my ID to get into the morgue?
Why would I use your ID?
I look nothing like you.
I... sorry, I...
Uncle Hector, Nintendo, I look nothing like you.
- Booya.
- "Booya."
What does that mean?
That means you're not gonna fool us with any of your lawyer mumbo jumbo legalese.
What would I want to trick you about?
What is it that you're so excited to be throwin'in my face?
The truth.
I get very excited about confirming the truth. It sets me free.
The truth that you three tell in exactly the same words,
- exactly the same way.
- Yep.
Why?
I'll find out what you're up to.
Then I'll show you "Boo-yah."
Oh, do it.
I dare ya, show me your booya!
- Hey, I wasn't sure you'd come.
- Yeah, me, either.
- Thanks for the flowers.
- Yeah, of course.
I don't know what to say to you, Sam.
You don't have to say anything. I'm a jerk.
You saw that necklace and I freaked out.
I'm sorry. I should have just told you the truth.
It wasn't about the necklace, Sam.
What do you mean?
Look, I can get over the fact that you bought a present for another girl.
It's just... I don't know that you can get over it.
Yeah, I can.
It just seems to me like maybe you still have feelings for Andi.
And if you do, just tell me.
Yeah, I'm gonna be sad, but
I'm not a consolation prize.
Cady...
I don't think that about you, all right?
I'm with you. Not her, OK?
- OK.
- OK?
Oh, come on, man. Just answer the phone.
It's like 6 times she's called already.
Seven.
Just talk to your mom!
What if she's trying to apologize?
She's not calling to apologize, Sam.
All right, she's calling to get me to accept her dumb decision about Morris.
And I don't accept him.
I reject him. Right, until she rejects him, too,
- we got nothin'to talk about.
- What if she never rejects him?
I mean, have you thought about that?
I mean, you might not have a choice here.
I do have a choice, Ben. I have a very good choice.
- Sock, what are you doing?
- Starving, Sam.
I'm gonna go in there, I'm gonna talk to Mrs. Carmona.
Sweet little Mrs. Carmona, see if she has any more pie.
What about the soul?
The soul's supposed to show up any minute now.
Hello?
Mrs. Carmona.
Hi, it's Sock. Remember me?
I was just, uh, driving by, and I thought I smelled some of that delicious pi...
Pie?
Oh, no. Mrs. C?
You... sicko, sociopathic, bastard.
- How could you?
- I was hungry.
All she had was pie.
She loved you... through everything.
She supported you completely!
And you killed her because you didn't want to eat delicious pie?
Come here!
No, no!
You could have eaten anyone!
She was loving, and sweet, and you chewed her up like she was nothing!
Nothing!
I'll go get a table.
- I'm sorry.
- I'm sorry.
Listen, I should never have given anyone that necklace.
That was a mistake.
No, listen, I'm the one that should be apologizing, OK?
I was a jerk. I deliberately provoked that fight, OK?
I should have just... kept my cool.
Good. We both can admit we're awful people.
I don't think I'm awful.
What was that?
Nothing.
We just... cleared up the whole necklace incident.
We're all going to be friends, yay.
Do you want to be friends?
'Cause that's not what it sounds like.
You know what, you need to let that go.
He's seeing somebody else. I'm not getting in the middle of that.
I wouldn't let you get in the middle of it, Andi.
That just serves as further proof that we can't trust a word out of Sam Oliver's mouth.
Liars. All three of 'em.
You're just mad 'cause they outsmarted you.
They did not outsmart me. And I'm not mad.
- I'm furious.
- Yeah.
- Would you look at this? - Promotional coasters.
The devil's really doin'it up.
OK, guys, can we get a toast here?
To Mrs. Carmona.
Loving mother who deserved much better than being eaten.
You're right.
You're right.
I gotta say, cannibal soul, scariest soul we've ever captured.
- Oh, really?
- Yes.
Cannibal soul vs. fire soul, fire soul wins every time.
Well, maybe from a distance, yeah.
But, you know, get them in a cage match, cannibal soul gets in close, face is gone.
OK, cage match.
Cannibal soul vs. crazy dog monster soul.
That's interesting, man. I like that.
And cannibal soul wouldn't eat the dog, 'cause it's a dog, obviously,
- and it's not a man, so...
- But, I don't know, Benji.
If I got hungry enough, I would definitely eat a dog.
Would you eat a man?
It depends on what man we're talking about.
I mean, if we're talking about George Clooney, then, yeah.
Because he's gorgeous and I hate him.
So that proves my point right there. Scariest soul of all time,
- cannibal soul.
- Yeah, I agree.
How bad do you think he'd scare this guy?
- Doh, Sam!
- Sorry.
- That hurts.
- Sorry.
Come on, come on, come on.
OK, OK, OK. Safety meeting first.
Sam, make sure you release the soul from the vessel.
- Sock brings Ryan down here.
- Bet your ass I will.
I'm gonna dangle this bacon. I'm gonna make sure that guy turns into a crazy eating thing.
Rock star poops his pants out of fear, refuses to sign his soul over to the devil, we all go home happy.
All right, bring it.
Yo, Ry-on.
Is that how you say it?
Ry-on?
- Rian.
- Rian, all right.
Hey, listen, Ryan,
I came to the show tonight with 10 very open-minded young ladies who are just dying to meet a real star.
- Well, let's go!
- All right.
There's a star right here!
Just under here.
Hey, Ryan.
Where are... all the open-minded ladies?
We're about to show you what's going to happen if you sign your soul away to the devil.
You see him?
He's actually an escaped soul from hell, and in a second, he's going to turn into a monster.
You guys are nuts.
- No, whoa, whoa.
- Come on, let me out.
Listen to me.
You sign that contract, you're gonna spend the rest of eternity with monsters like this.
- Why isn't he eating the bacon?
- We should have cooked it.
Benji, get it right in his face.
You're making us look bad.
That's Canadian back bacon!
Don't be a jerk!
These people kidnapped me. You need to call the police.
- Shut up, and eat the bacon!
- Hey, hold on, relax.
- Everybody just relax, all right?
Move out of the way.
- You don't scare me.
Performing in front of thousands of people tonight, now that's scary.
By the way, did you catch the show?
I thought it went really good.
- I need you to move.
- Fellas, listen.
Tonight, the audience and I were like one.
We connected.
Just like I'm gonna connect with you, because my music has a simple message...
Oh, sweet muscular Mary!
Oh, my god, my hand!
- My hands!
- Sock, call 9-1-1!
I'm gonna go after it!
- No, don't...
Sammy!
- My hand!
Well, that worked.
Hi.
Brought you flowers, 'cause...
Didn't know what else to get you. Hey, they put it back on, that's great.
Yeah, great.
- You... in pain?
- I can't feel my hand, bro.
In here, wreckage.
Listen, Ryan, I want to apologize.
Things got way, way out of hand back there. And I...
Dude, what are you talkin'about?
- Your hand.
- I was in shock.
I don't remember what happened to my hand.
I don't remember anything after the second encore.
Doc says a bear probably chomped it.
Listen, Ryan...
About the contract...
Dude, I can't even get Jerry on the phone.
I killed at that concert last night, and today, nothin'.
Like I don't even exist.
You're right, man. He is the devil.
Now I got nothin'.
Rachel!
- Are you OK?
- What are you doin'here?
I called her.
You came back?
You forgive me?
Actually, I just wanted to make sure you weren't gonna die or anything.
So...
OK.
No, wait!
I'm out of the life, baby.
I can't rock out no more.
I don't need crowds of adoring fans anymore, Rachel.
I just need you.
Concert of one.
I just don't know if I can believe you, Ryan.
You've told me a thousand times you were gonna give up rock and roll for me.
Yeah, but now I have no feelings in 4 out of my 5 fingers.
- Really?
- Yeah.
- Really numb?
- Bear chomp.
- Mum.
- Bert.
- Morris.
- Howdy.
I'm just gonna get this all out, OK?
Cards on the table.
I may... have reacted poorly... before.
I thought that you were being impulsive by getting married, and I wanted you to see that you were making a mistake.
OK, but now I can see that maybe that is something you need to be happy.
So I am willing to accept Morris into this family... and forgive you
for marrying him without my blessing.
- OK?
- Thank you, bert.
Great. All right, let me go unpack my schnibs.
Oh, Bert, you can't unpack.
No, I have to. I have a ton of laundry for you to do.
No, Bert...
Only Morris and I are going to live here now.
- What?
- Bert,
- you're a man now.
- Yes.
You're 25.
You need to leave the nest.
No, mom, that is not you talking right now.
That is him, all right?
You are not my dad, guy!
This isn't Morris talking.
Now, this time apart has made me realize that we'd both be happier if there was some distance between us.
It's hard, but I know it's what's best for us.
It's what's best for you.
You listen to me.
I am going to go into my room and give you a few minutes to cool off.
When I return, you'll have come back to your crazy senses.
You turned my room into a pottery studio?
- Hi.
- Hi.
- Oh, um, sorry.
- No, no, no problem.
OK. Thank you.
Uh, Sam said you wanted to talk to me.
Yeah, listen,
I just feel like you and I got off on the wrong foot, and, I don't know, I kinda feel like I'm getting this... vibe, I guess from you, like, who is this chick hanging out with my friend Sam?
I don't blame you, 'cause... 'cause you don't know me.
Right...
So let me tell you this story. When I was in high school,
I had this boyfriend, and we were madly in love.
And then he suddenly dumped me for this other girl.
Totally broke my heart.
So I...
Well, I didn't take it very well.
Yeah, I got this giant knife and I went to this girl's house and was gonna find her, but she wasn't there, so I just slashed her tires.
But I've been through therapy, and I have found a way to control my emotions, pretty much.
So anyway, hope that lets you know a little bit more about me.
And one of these days,
I'd really like to hear one of your stories.
There you go.
Hey, big shot.
Hey.
That's you,
Feelin'pretty good about yourself, huh?
- You really put one over on me.
- I don't know what you're talking about.
Oh, Ryan's soul.
I had it all lined up.
Primed to take it, then you stole it right out from under me.
You beat me to the punch.
I underestimated you, Sammy. Big time.
You're quite the sly fox.
Oh, come on.
I know you want to gloat about it right now.
Admit it. I won't be mad.
Yeah, it feels pretty good.
Send an evil soul to hell, save a good soul from being damned, I like it.
Yeah, there you go, see?
Plus, you got the best of me.
Now, don't tell me that doesn't give you a rush.
Yeah, it does.
I guess you can't win 'em all.
Oh, yeah. I guess not.
You said you wouldn't be mad!
No, this isn't me mad, Sam.
This is me disappointed.
You should see me when I'm mad.
It's really something.
Thanks to Raceman for the transcript
This is the day!
Yes yes Loo! I'm up!
Quiet! Quiet! You'll wake father!
Here friend!
And eat a little bit more for once!
Morning medley!
Morning! Morning!
So today's the day!
The day! Hay hay!
Tomorrow's another world's waters
Another!
I know! I know! Who does it!
ShouZheng! Where's my hot water?
My lungs are cold!
It's ready father
I'm too old to wait for my food like this
Tomorrow a woman will bring food to us both
Yeah she'll eat food too and there's little enough for any of us
Until the harvest and if the rain don't come there won't be a harvest!
Tea?
Have you lost your mind?
Tea is like eating silver!
But this is the day father, if the woman brings us luck, we may never go hungry again
Tea! Waste!
You think she'll be an ugly woman?
Hum! If things go on like this
Someday the bridegroom would want to see the bride before they marry them!
Well then I won't have a pock mark woman!
Or the one with split lip!
Now then are you a farmer's son or not?
Your woman must work as your mother did
And bear children like she did, 6 sons like mine!
Your tea will be cold.
True! True!
5 sons dided in the years of flood and famine
Your mother worked on with me until she died
Now I know that she was the one, the best a man could have
But I'll tell you one thing, your woman is not deformed
Thank you father!
Now there it is! Water enough to bring a crop to fruit
Must you waste it?
I haven't wash my body all at once since the new year!
That won't do starting a new woman like this!
Tea in the morning water in all this wasting!
Father? Well what is it? What is it?
I'll be grateful to you if it would please you to ask my friends for a feast tonight?
No! A very small feast?
It's only this once?
No no no no no!
Good morning father Wong!
It's going to rain!
It is unlucky to mention it!
I haven't said it would rain!
I haven't said it!
Here's some very bad wine for the bridegroom
This gift is much too good for my son
Oh is miserable wine!
Where's the bridegroom?
He's washing his whole body!
Is that my friend Wong Loong?
Shing! That's my son!
Wasting good water before the rains come!
Uh but the rains will come!
And what's on the top of the water to you, a man who lives to see his grandson
Young men and fools are alike, until the gods teach them wisdom
And asking your few friends for a feast tonight
A very small feast, if you'll come my son will be honoured
You were boys together. Shing!
Ha ha ha ha!
This is the day!
Chickens! Good buy! Eat!
Good your blood and pure your liver!
Peaches, 6 for 2 coppers!
Now then what?
I'm Wong Loong, the farmer
Well, and Wong Loong the farmer what?
I'm coming... I'm coming...
Are you seeing that?
I see you a fool!
There's a woman to be...
Ha ha ha! So you're he!
You're the bridegroom! I thought you're the peddler!
Why do you bring a basket?
Are you gonna carry that the whole day?
The bridegroom! He comes!
The bridegroom! He comes!
The bridegroom!
He's here! The bridegroom!
He's here! The bridegroom!
You fool, get up!
Your farmer's come, he smells like a stable!
Nobody giggles!
Is all wreck crack yours?
Open it! Open it!
To see what's in it
There's a thief in every kitchen
When did you steal these?
My mother gave'em to me
Save it for your own brats!
Pick up your eggs! Hurry!
This dress, the kitchen slave
This woman came into my house when she was a child
Her parents were farmers but during the famine they sold her to me for food.
She has a strong body, and will work for you in your house and your fields.
Take her and use her well!
Oh Lang! Over him! And bring him many sons
Bring the first son for me to see
Well? Go go go go!
Take the box!
Peaches! Fresh peaches! Good peaches are the friend!
Good your blood and pure your liver!
Peaches! Fresh peaches! Thank you!
Peaches! Fresh peaches! They're yours!
Eat for yourself
A tree will grow from the seeds
Hey, hey! Let him be!
For very silent says she's a good cook!
An excellent cook!
I am an old man and I have never tasted such food before!
Oh no it's very poor food!
Very badly prepared, the woman can't cook at all!
My friends, my poor farm barely produces enough to keep my family alive
But tonight, I rejoyce that my brother's son has been favoured by him
Are you, you, how beautiful it is, and how pretty, nephew?
Ha ha ha ha ha ha!
Forgive me!
Poor Zon!
He faked and shaved and hope we will all go home!
No no no no!
Your presence delights him!
Then we'll all stay till cockcrow!
May you have many grandsons!
And she might beg for the first one!
You want my old bones!
Brother, your joy is mine!
Now that the woman will work in the house, you might help your old uncle in the fields?
Alas I...
Good night! Good night!
Good night! Good night!
Good night! Night! Night!
It will grow!
This is good land!
An old one, my ancestors came here long ago!
And they sleep in it!
My father ploughed it, and it's mine!
The best the man can have!
Now it belongs to us both!
It's raining!
Why did you put up your hand?
Were you afraid?
Afraid of me?
Were they cruel to you in the Great House?
No one will be cruel to you here!
I am with child
Enough for the day,
We'll tell old father
Why have you left the field?
She is with child already!
Hey hey! She want me to be a grandfather
I shall go prepare food
Yes food food food!
I know nothing of these things, when the child is born you need a woman.
Perhaps here's a woman in the Great House
Someone you knew in the kitchen!
Not in that house!
Well, We're all men here!
There must be someone in the Great House...
I'll never go back, in that house
It will be with my son in the house
I'll have a red coat on it, and a red flower trousers, and a hat with a buddha and tiger, and I'll go back to the kitchen where I spend my days as a slave
And into the great hall where all the mistress sits with their pipe and I'll show myself and my son to all of them
Well, well I haven't heard you speak so many words since you came into this house!
Now then, why are you not in the fields today?
The wheat must be cut!
Today I shall not go into the fields
Look! Dark clouds!
Rain? We'll loose the harvest!
We'll starve this winter!
Bring the others!
Hey hurry with the wheat!
There's hail in that storm! Let's go!
Help me load the cart!
What is it?
Is it the child?
I get a woman
No! Go back to the wheat!
I play my king correctly!
No you didn't!
You lost every game correctly!
Of course! How did I know what he had?
You might have looked over his shoulders
But I didn't!
You gave me the wrong sign!
Hey! What did I tell you?
And you made me play another game while this was happenning!
Is it a man? Is it a man?
A man! A man-child has been born!
Behold we have a son!
A man-child! A man-child!
I'm a father!
And you're a grandfather!
Hey Hey!
I never could get my wife to work the way that woman did, with a child about to be born
If it weren't indignified,
I'd tell her that she's a good wife!
Nephew! I rejoyce with you!
It's nothing that I lost my own wheat helping with the child, nothing!
Hear him! Huh huh!
I'll get eggs, and dye them red for the whole village
Everyone must know I have a son!
Ha ha ha ha ha!
Oh my son is very pleased!
Oh it was a dismal noise!
No no! Very good noise!
Now then! Those cakes are not to be eaten!
Well! And I am poor but at least I can be honest!
My dear nephew, please add this fowl to the little coloured eggs which you hadn't offered me!
But they are gift for the Great House!
Very bad for the stomach, only fit for rich people, if they are not too rich to accept them
Those people are not as rich as you think!
They are feeling pinch this year
I've heard that they are selling land
Land? Selling land?
I heard it yesterday from their agent,
At the gambling tea house
Well, am I asked to fill my cup in this house of properity?
Huh... please please!
Ha ha ha ha ha!
What have I not thought of...
A good new year, a triumphant new year!
Good night! Good bye!
We could buy land, from the Great House!
Rice land!
Now then, if we lost our wheat we'll have no money
But we haven't!
But how close it was!
Between this money and nothing
Not even food!
When a man has 2 fields, or 3 fields he can loose his wheat and still have food
That rice land is sure!
Had to be sure again I'd even go to the Great House and buy it!
Do you think They'd kill me?
Well, well! I'm not afraid!
I go to the Great House to say, to tell'em I've got an important business
Money is concerned
What is a fair price, I have it in my hand!
Well it was a good thought
But what use is a good thought then?
If no one agrees with it?
And the child! A beautiful child!
A beautiful boy! Boo boo boo boo!
Ha ha ha ha ha!
Here's the son of Wong Loong!
Here's the son of Wong Loong the farmer!
He's a man-child!
He's a man-child!
Miss Oh Lang, Wife Wong the farmer and her son you will announce them to ancient one
And you say her child would be a female ha ha ha ha!
A female!
Quiet! I'll cut off your own hands!
Um! He has a sickly look
Very pale and green
Let's hope he won't die before Spring!
Ha ha ha ha ha!
Stop that cackles!
Hurry woman! Must I waste the whole day?
Hey hey hey!
He's a beautiful child!
He's a beautiful child!
Hey hey hey!
You won't believe she laughed!
And say he's a beautiful child!
She said those words "a beautiful child"!
Well she said no more than the truths!
And I saw not one slave in all that house with a new coat like mine!
And why should you go about like a wife of a common fellow?
I can afford a piece of cloth I think!
Now I have 2 fields!
I bought it today from the Great House!
The land?
They said it was less than an inch
And took all that silver as if it were nothing!
And the foolish clerks who don't own a foot land laughed the goose clack at me 'cause I couldn't write my name!
But I'll buy again and again!
Until my land is more than an inch!
Even in a house of a prince!
Look here farmer! Someday all this will belong to you!
And you'll be a prince too!
And I'll buy more land and more land and...
What a pity! We're so poor!
We have nothing! Only a female, and covered with small pox, as well!
Yes yes! Is less than nothing!
And it's only a female, and it's covered with small pox as well!
Yes yes!
You mighty gods! You wise gods!
You've been good to me, for many years you've been good to this humble person;
I had only 1 field, now I have 5!
I had only 1 child, now I have 3!
My eldest son planted his first rice today!
My youngest son is big enough to lead the ox!
My third child is only a female, but I won't reproach you for that!
Excuse me!
Now we haven't forgotten you!
We brought you fine new rogues of red paper so you won't forget me!
You send me rich harvest this year also and you persuade my uncle, to work a little now and then.
And not ask for money so often
And if he does, please allow my husband to refuse him!
I'll do that anyway!
Very gracefully!
Wong Loong! Come up!
Wong Loong come up here!
Wong Loong!
Wong Loong will know, he'll know what it is!
Wong Loong! How would he know?
He is as slow witted as my woman!
Hey hey! Well! And what now?
Look! Look!
An army!
No! Virgins perhaps? So many?
People from the North! But why?
There must be famine in the North!
They're going south where there's food!
Famine! ? Ha ha ha!
What ideas you have!
The woman is right!
I have seen it before!
That's what happens when a man has only 1 field!
But I have 5!
We must thank the gods for giving me so much foresight!
What talk is this! ?
Forgive him! My son he's young and stupid and talks too much!
It was famine that made me a slave!
It dries even if we carry it!
Well if the vines starve, we'll all starve!
The wheats' gone! And the rice!
The more my fields I have only this handful of beans!
Mother! Mother!
You know we're not thieves!
But the ox is mine!
We're hungry! Our children are hungry!
You should help us!
If I have money I would help you!
My nephew! You can sell your land!
Sell my land?
Yes!
But then the money is gone, and the land!
At least we could live well through the famine!
What good is this land now?
You're young, you don't know what a famine is like!
My father knew years of famine, but he kept the land
I must keep it for my sons!
The earth is good, if we work it would feed us
But how am I to live?
How am I to live?
Work! As I do!
I'll not rob my sons to feed you!
You you! Must we go hungry while you have land?
This land that you won't sell!
I'm not selling my land
It's my life, it's mine!
I'll never sell it, I'll dig up the earth first and feed it to my children
Yes! And you'll bury them in it!
He's my friend, my friend
We're not hungry!
Mercy on me you powerful ones!
I starve and my woman starve, and there's no one to give me a handful of rice!
There's one who has plenty, but he's a rich man!
And rich's hardened the heart, soften his heart o powerful ones, that he may give me a little out of his abundance!
Would not a man sell his lands unless he has foods to give his children?
He has food! And I starve!
He has food! And these good men starve!
Well, what?
You have food! We're starving!
You have food! Food!
I have nothing! I dig for roots, for my children
You have food hidden! Food and silver!
Food?
Find it!
He's got it he's got it!
Wong Loong has food!
I told you, he has food!
But... it's earth!
It takes hunger, and it's warm
Ching! Hunger makes man mad!
Come come! You're little man now!
You won't cry! Look! Your sister doesn't cry!
Little one she never cries now
What is it?
Why?
If you could have a little food you'd have the strength to bring the child
I'll find it.
Tomorrow I...
When have you had food?
There's a thing in me that hurts, and not hunger, that a man has no words
No words, but I know!
Oh Lang, the earth has forgotten us!
The earth... I hate it! I'll sell it!
No! For a constant length! No!
No not the land! Not the land!
We're ready nephew
Are you safe?
Yes, safe
Huh! Another mouth to feed.
My poor man!
For the sake of your children, we'll give you a better price for your land than you can get anywhere else in these times
We'll give you 12 pieces of silver
What?
12 pieces?
For all my land?
Huh! I paid a 100 times that much!
But who was starving then?
Please! Please!
And well you know I must sell
No! Not the land!
We'll not sell the land
We'll keep it, we'll go south
And when we return we'll still have the land
But I've arranged it!
I brought these men here, you must sell!
Is it your land?
Did you buy it bit by bit?
The land is our life and it's better to go south, or die walking, than to give it to you, for nothing!
What a pity! What a pity!
How can you walk anywhere? With the child?
The child is dead! Dead?
But I heard it cry?
The child is dead!
What do you say father?
Shall we ride in this fire wagon?
It ain't safe for your old back
He said it crawls on these iron poles!
Grandpa says it's a god of fire!
These wagons chained together
Do it again find a thing?
We sit in it while it walks off!
With these mats we can build a home
Well then get to work!
Get to work all of you!
You'll look at me and listen!
Take the bowel in your right hand so and hold it out to everybody that passes and cry out to them:"
A heart good sir! A heart good lady!
A good deed and you shall prosper!
The small cash, a coin you throw away!
Feed us starving child!"
Have a kind heart! A good deed that bring you fortune!
The small cash the coin you throw away give for the child died!
Have a kind heard! A good deed to bring you fortune!
The small cash feed the starving child!
Feed the good fortune! Bring you a good heart!
Small cash for starving! Poor little child!
Feed the good fortune! Bring you a good heart!
Small cash for starving!
Hey hey!
No work of any kind!
For things a beast should do, there were a 100 men, fighting!
It would have been better to starve, in our own land, than to come to this great city, where there's no work for a man's hands!
It will come!
Now then must I wait for my meat any longer?
Meat? Hey hey hey!
It's the only meat we have since we killed the ox!
You must have begged from a prince today!
It's mine!
Where did you get meat?
I took it from an old woman!
You stole it? You thief!
Thief! Thief!
Meat is meat
Do we have to steal or beg for it to live?
A man can't stand it here!
Our land is all in the north!
In times like this, my parents found a way to go back;
they sold me to the old mistress in the big house
You could sell little one?
I would sell her, to take you back to the land
If it wasn't for me, you would die before you'll sell her!
We won't sell her, not if I spend my life in this wilderness
What is it?
What happened?
He was pulling timber, he fell and died!
Where did he work? Where did he work?
At the great market!
Where are these soldiers going?
They say there's a revolution coming!
Revolution?
What is a revolution?
I don't know, but it has something to do with food!
Things are growing again
You were a farmer?
I own land in the north!
So did I! 10 years ago!
Why don't you go back?
You gotta have an ox! You gotta buy seeds!
You gotta live, till you make the crop
I tried saving up for 10 years,
I'll never get back, and neither will you!
I'll get back!
If I can pull that thing I can pull a plough;
ox or no ox!
Listen my brothers! Before the peasants close my mouth!
In a few days China will be a free country;
the day of tyranny is over!
The revolutionary army is on its way;
they've been marching 30 miles a day!
Fighting in the rain in the north
Hey!
You hear him?
Yes!
But what does it all mean?
It's raining in the north!
Everyday in the south as come to revolution!
All of China will soon be free!
Don't let them drag you from your homes;
that famine has driven you off course!
Soldiers! Soldiers!
Run! Soldiers!
What is it? What is it? Why you shouting?
It's free! The revolution's here!
China's a republic!
Republic? What is a "republic"?
Hey what do they want?
Where are they going?
Into the great house of Lang!
It's all over the city, a man can do what he like!
Aim! Fire!
No! No! I was hungry!
No! I was hungry! Mercy!
Aim! Fire!
Captain! Prepare to march!
Follow in!
Let them be a warning to you!
Free publicans are not bandits!
Order must be maintained throughout the city!
You may go, but remember anyone caught looting will be shot!
What haven't I seen? What have I not seen!
I could never tell you!
Such things! Crowds! Oh I got through!
The city is mad! They're robbing the rich!
Killing'em and burning'em!
The soldiers have come down from the north!
Huh! It's well you were here, it's well you were here!
Look! We can go back, we can go back to the land!
Home, home! We are home! Home!
Come! Hey! Down with you!
Run to uncles home, tell'em Wong is home!
Tell all our friends, tell'em I have great hungs!
Away with you! Ha ha ha ha!
This is yours! Thank you! Take what you need!
Please! Take it all! The sack!
AII! There's food for all until the harvest!
We'll have more crops!
Thank you! Bye!
If you need more, come back! We have plenty!
Ching Wong Loong!
I see no face in the city like yours, my friend!
These belong to you; I kept'em in our house
Kept them?
But it was starving!
Why don't you sell them?
I have no ploughs to...
But keep it!
Tomorrow I'll bring my ox and'em, to help plough your field!
I have no field, I had to sell it!
Sell them?
Well you can come and work for me!
I've had luck in itself, I have the mind to buy more land!
Will you come?
I'll come gladly
Nephew! Brother! My loved ones!
I predicted it! I predicted it!
I always said if those southeners had anything, my nephew would bring it home with him
But it's too late to help me,
I've had to sell my daughters
Well uncle, anything you want and I have...
Nothing, nothing, still if you could let me have a few pieces of silver, 2 or 3, or 4?
4? Why?
Take 10!
15! 20! Why not?
I have this and more! I have jewels!
Jewels!
A handful! All colours!
Red ones white ones, come!
I want to feel my toes in the earth again!
But there's something...
Well?
Are you going to sell the jewels?
To buy the land?
Sell them? Why of course!
And what else would I do with them?
If I could have 2, only 2 small ones, 2 white ones...
The pearls? You?
No I wouldn't wear them, I'm much too plain-Iooking
Oh I've never noticed it
But I could hold them in my hands, sometimes
Thank you! It's nothing! Nothing!
After all you, helped to find them
And you must wear them, yes and you must be dressed in ways becoming to them, not as a poor farmer's wife!
We'll see to that!
We'll look after you!
We'll come and live with you!
We'll rebuild the house!
No this house is enough!
But no we must make it bigger!
We must have rooms for a household!
No no we were happy here!
We'll be happier!
We'll have men in the fields, slave in the house
No slaves! Nothing!
But you must have a slave until you're well again
I'm well now, see!
It's cured me; coming home
But you shall rest and have everything!
We'll live well and in comfort,
We'll be safe from hunger as long as we live
Longer! Longer!
My nephew you're rich!
You can live like a great lord!
Why you can even pick a second wife!
Listen to him! Listen to him!
But why not?
You have 2 oxens?
No! No but come along!
Second wife.
It is further agreed that the above named seller,
Wong Lung, shall deliver to the respected merchant,
Liu Fong Kee, the set wheat as and when same harvested
Cost of transportation to be born by the seller
It is agreed between the above mentioned parties, that the price of this wheat is to be as follows:
"For each bushel of wheat, 4 pieces of silver
In the event of damage to the crop, from storm, pest or other cause, the worthy purchaser, Liu Fong Kee, shall be held free of any liabilities to accept this wheat"
Read that last paragraph
Um Mr Wong, I'm delighted to pay you such a high price for your wheat, even though my profit might be slight
Very kind of you to buy my rigid grain
The contract's ready father
Well it is time
But this contract is wrong!
This is the radical for wood, it should be the radical for water
Change it then
We'll not put our names to anything wrongly written!
Um Mr Wong, 2 clever sons like these, are the better half of your wealth!
They're stupid worthless preachers,
If anything was driven to their big bright skulls it was by beating them!
Hee hee hee!
I told that teacher to beat them!
He beat them so well, that this one's going to the universit
Indeed! If I'm not too unworthy
I hope to win a degree in agriculture!
A degree! ? Agriculture!
That's somekind of paper that will make it rain just enough
But not too much! Hey hey hey!
And you?
You going too?
No sir!
I'll stay on my father's land, when my brother returns he'll show me what more can be done with it than we have done!
Now then that's talk enough, take the money home
My ignorant daughter!
A beautiful girl!
Oh she has a wretched appearance!
Now you 2 might mix your blood in one bowl!
Oh but your daughter is much too good for my son
Oh no! But you would never come decend to such a marriage!
Oh but I couldn't presume to look so high!
It's impossible! Quite impossible!
But, it might done
Yes indeed, if you'll be good enough to consider it in due time
I should think of it night and day, good bye!
It would be modest of me to say that this idea was mine, Good bye!
Ah! What a beautiful day!
It seems to draw me inspite of myself!
I'm not used to these places
Eh? I have no clothes!
I'm only a farmer!
I have work to do...
Work? Work!
You must learn to enjoy yourself!
There's more in the world than earth and crops, there're songs and dancing!
And girls who do these things elegantly!
Watch!
That must be the stairway!
Yes, shall we see what it feels like?
No no no!
No! I've never been off the ground all my life!
She's like a dream person!
Stop it! Stop it! Stop it!
Quiet!
I told the thing not to wake me till this time
Another feast?
The dragon feast, woman!
It's my duty to observe the old customs
My nephew insisted on it
Old customs indeed!
There's more than that with your nephew!
When the farmer buys silk, robes and washes his whole body everyday, there's a woman that should work!
But the rich man may have 2 wives!
But the wife must cling to her husband, that is as it should be
That's right! A woman of love and one is mistake!
Of course!
Now then, it is said you may see a tea pot with 4 tea cups, but did you ever see a tea cup with 4 tea pots!
It is also said, do you ever see 2 spoons in the same bowl that do not nod against each other! ?
Well What is it? What is it?
Excuse me father, but you look like the lord of the Great House.
Well! And that is not as strange as you think!
I just... tell your mother I wish to see her
Yes father, can you spare me a moment?
I must know what seed to prepare for the Summer planting
Why trouble me about it?
Prepare the seed my son gives you!
These flowers are dead, Little One!
Your sister knows only happiness
Mother! Is it a letter from your brother?
No mother! Father wishes to see you.
Oh! Forgot how chilly it was!
Are you well?
Your pain, is it bad?
No it's nothing!
You sent for me?
Well, there's a thing I've done,
I bought the Great House!
The house of Loo!
Courts and land!
I'm the new lord there
Well? Have you no thanks?
I thought it would please you to be mistress in that house, where you lived as a slave
Our sons were born here...
They must have wives!
We'll have grandchildren, there's room in that house to all!
You'll have a high place with money to spend for slaves.
You must make yourself becoming to it!
Look at your hair! Your clothes!
You disgrace me!
One would think you're still the wife of a common labourer!
Wear the pearl you have
The pearls? I have them!
You would never wear them
Why I look at them sometimes
I need them, give them to me
I know that I'm ugly, and not to be loved
All that we have now came from you
That is the truth and I say it
But, but now...
But now?
There's a woman, not such a one as you;
not as good as you, it's like a sickness!
When I'm with her, it's not enough!
When I'm not with her, there's nothing!
Even the land is nothing!
Then it will be better when she's in your house
You'll say that?
Is it your wish?
Yes
Let it be then!
Ou lang, what is there more to say?
Nothing
Who is it?
Nothing
Who is that man going out the gate?
He look something like my son, Lung!
Now then what?
I'm Ching the farmer
Well Ching the farmer what?
I have business with Wong the farmer
Wong the farmer?
This is the great house of Wong!
He's the lord here!
There's a bad woman in the house!
There's a bad woman in the house!
Bad woman!
Father hush!
It's his second wife
I say it's a bad woman!
I had but 1 woman... and my father had but 1 woman, and we farm the land!
Come father, it's he and his second wife!
I'm tired, I want my tea
The old man is childish, nobody listens to him, but he shall be kept away!
I'm hated in this house, how can I be happy here?
But, what can I do?
I have to sit here, shut in all day, if I stood out there they whisper and look at me hatefully!
Where can I walk in the evening?
If I had the garden, if I had the garden all mine;
with singing birds in the pavillion, the fountain with fish.
But the money...
Then it's money that you love
No no! Little Flower!
But it will not be easy until the harvest
I must see, I must see, my younger son keeps the accounts
But these're few little things
If you love me, if I please you
It shall be done! Anything! Anything!
Becareful! My pearls!
I may come in?
Does my music disturb you?
Oh no! No I like it!
I listen sometimes
I play it because I'm lonely
I have so much to talk and laugh, but there's no one
I'm sorry, I'm very sorry!
You must excuse me I have some business with the grain merchants
If you'll please I must go!
Then you'll pass by the shops
Yes?
Would you mind giving him these for a bottle?
With silver?
Why um yes! Yes!
But you won't misunderstand
Why should I?
When a woman gives her slipper to a man?
But I shouldn't tell you
Oh no please!
Well then it means he's taking her fancy
But you ask me to have it guilded?
But the bottle doesn't need guilding, it's pure silver!
Here's a letter from your brother, will you read it to me
Of course mother!
Now then, we'll hear what our scholar has to say
"First, I am ashamed of my ignorance.
But I am not ashamed to inquire of my teachers.
Each day I learn new ways of bring about nature's facts in case nature herself should fail us."
What does he say?
He says he's learning many things to help us.
But is he happy there?
Does he say he need anything?
No mother
"I miss my beloved father and mother deeply.
And I'm eager to share the happiness of our new home."
Mother, I want to go away too!
Go away?
To the wars! I'll be a soldier!
Now then what madness is this?
Well I've heard stories of war and plunder and battle, and I hate this house!
And I'll go!
I wish she'll stop that music!
Now this house is full of silences
I was reading mother a letter from the older brother
Would you like to hear it?
If he's well it can wait!
But there's more in your face than the letter!
He'll be a soldier
A soldier!
Now then, men don't take good iron to make an ail, nor a good man to make a soldier
It would be a disgrace to me a man of serving land to have a son who's a soldier!
But I'm nothing in this house!
If you're lost in this house go back to the land!
Help Ching until the harvest
Put an alert on yourself!
That's good for any man!
Well if the land isn't fit for you anymore it isn't fit for me!
Now all these stuff I don't know
He's come to the age of tempers and weeping
When I was a lad I had no such tempers!
You worked on the land;
but he's like a young lord!
And he's been alone here
And you worry his age to have a bride
But I was given a sla...
My marriage cost my father nothing!
The boy's our son!
He would be better dead than here with this woman!
What?
You're dreaming!
Even she hears it who has nothing else;
it feels all this house the woman of cause she's bored and your son is young...
Enough!
Gossip! Kitchen gossip!
That's where you came from!
Where you wished to live, live there then!
Eat 'n sleep we will, but between you and me there's nothing!
Nothing!
The man is loon here
What are you doing in the house?
There's work to be done in the fields
But, what is it?
You're weeping, and you must do it and man can be sorry
But why do you weep?
There's food for everyday
And fire!
Sometimes a man gets a longing for his fields
Well, if it pleases you to come up again and working them, they're yours!
No it's better for my son to come;
in the house he pulls against the yolk
He has all the freedom here he wants!
Where is he today?
He comes and goes!
Sometimes 1 day, sometimes 2
I thought you knew
I knew nothing!
I spend my time in town!
Why don't you tell me you slow witted ox!
Why should I tell you what everyone's been saying?
For weeks!
What?
Well speak!
If you have eyes and ears you'll know
Know? Know what?
That the second wife and your son is...
Liar!
Get off my land.
Well, it's been a long time with us
Take what belongs to you and go
I came to you with nothing,
I'll go with nothing
Good day master! Good day!
Ah! Father!
Get out! Out of my sight!
Good bye mother
Mother you're ill, you should have a doctor
It's nothing
Where you go you ought to tell me
They say there's a war in the north
Sometimes in wars there are those who die
Well if that's best, let it be!
When I'm gone, you must see to the harvest we almost did it already, the clerk will tell you how much
I will see to it
If you must go, there's a thing to be done
Speak to your father
No no I can't!
You're his youngest son
Father father!
I am going away
I only want to tell you that I... how I... if you could forgive me
But go!
Nephew! We're ruined! Everything's gone!
And I predicted it! I predicted it!
What's happened?
I knew it, I ran miles to tell you
What is it?
I forgive everybody
What is it?
This!
Locusts!
The flying plague!
Well! Let them come!
But the lion, the harvest!
What can we do against the gods?
It's not the gods!
It's a thing of nature! We can fight it!
Have you ever seen a plague of locusts?
No but...
I have! They came in millions
The air is black with them and stinky
And where they come down there's nothing left!
Not a green of wheat! Not a blade of grass!
Not a leave nor flower! Nothing!
And can you fight that with your book?
Forgive me!
I mean no disrespect for my elders, but I speak for what I heard at school!
And I heard this:
"That a man is a slave to the earth, or its master and when it turns against him, he must fight it!"
We can fight these creeping things!
If we save but 1 field, it would a new thing in all this land, and the best in a thousand years!
This thing can be done?
Show us how to do it!
If it'd please you, come on to the fields!
Now look! The locusts will come down here, the wind blows between these hills
There! Like a whirlpool, if it blows the locusts they'll come down there and no other place!
I saw it! As a boy! They came down there!
And they were gone, with a change of wind
But the crops, were gone with them!
But that's the thing!
We can hold them off till the wind changes!
We must take a fire break along these hill tops
Make a wall of fire!
But my wheat lights on fire in a fire wall!
And mine! And mine! And mine!
I'll pay for what is eaten and what is burnt!
We'll get kerosene, bring it in carts!
The fire stuff, it makes a quick, high flame
We can fight everything behind this wall!
If they break through, we'll wind the ditch behind the fire;
a wall of water!
It will fail!
If it fails, we'll fight them with torches!
With noise! With our hands!
If we can hold them off until the wind picks them up again, we can save at least those fields!
It can't be done! It must be done!
All you have and all I have depends on it!
You think I'm rich?
But if I lose this harvest there's nothing!
If I save anything I'll share it!
Yeah yeah yeah!
Let the men dig and women, let the old men and boys make torches, gather all things that'll make a noise!
Bring the fire stuff!
Get the oxens and ploughs, sickels, spades!
Everyone! Hey hey! Useless!
I'll stay where it's safe!
Faster! Faster! Make that thing wider!
Up here! Hurry! Hurry!
Come on men, hurry!
Torches.
Millions! Millions!
My god!
See! They land in one place!
Yes, they fall!
Hey! Hurry with the fire stuff!
Load the fire stuff from here!
Get them! Get the torches!
Get the torches!
Light the fires!
All fire stop! They are smothering the plains!
It's breaking through, just as I predicted it!
Just as I predicted it!
Bring the water! Fill the ditches! Fill the ditches!
They'll be eaten, there's no doubt about it now!
No doubt about it! That ditch will never hold them!
We must fight them with our hands!
Ourselves! Anything! Move!
Chen! Keep fighting! Don't give up!
We must keep fighting!
Everyone! We can!
There's the wheat! Save it!
The wind! The wind! The wind!
We beat them! We beat them! We beat them!
Yeah yeah yeah! We beat them!
The farm! Victory! Victory!
The young master, it's wonderful! He did it!
The son and his father, the son to be proud of!
The father to be proud of!
The wise man in 3 generations!
But it's nothing!
Just a matter of oil and fire, something we learn from books!
But I'm worn out! Worn out!
But we saved the crops!
The harvest is saved!
The gods are good!
What's the matter?
I'll call your husband
No no! Say nothing
He's on the land again, with his sons, and this day's his, and it must be!
You shall bring in the harvest, and lead the workers!
Both of you!
And Ching is my steward!
Well! There's work to be done!
Yeah yeah yeah! The harvest! Food!
And another thing must be done, and you must do it, quickly!
I?
Work?
Go to the banker, as a commisioner to be had, and if you rob me a little, it will be yours!
For old time's sake!
I will sell the Great House!
Sell?
But why?
The harvest is saved, you'll have money!
You can live like a lord!
All that is finished!
I'll sell the Great House!
It's a wedding again!
But who?
It's your grandson's wedding!
And soon there'll be great grandsons!
Many of them! Many of them!
Please! Please!
Let him be! Let him be!
His cheek is as red as this excellent wine!
Excellent indeed!
My stomach is very pleased!
Perhaps it's the lost of memory, but I've never eaten such rice!
It's very bad rice. The worst I've ever bought!
Grandchildren! Great grandchildren!
Have all the guests had rice?
Yes yes!
Is the sweet rice is hot, with lard and sugar?
And the 8 fruits?
It's just as you wished
Mistrss! Your son's bride!
Well, and she's beautiful!
My daughter, look to your husband and your husband's father, and his granfather, and you'll have no duty to any of them.
You must rest!
Everyone be here not smiling because of me
Let them be, for the bride!
In good time! In good time!
For you'll be well again
Well, this thing is waiting
You can't speak of that, and please me
I'm content, and what must be done, you've done!
Bridegroom hasn't heard a word!
He's wishing we go home!
No no indeed I should be honoured if you stay the whole even
Oh!
Do you remember?
Yes!
If a man could speak, there're things...
Some are forgotten
But now I know that you're the one;
that the best a man can have
Ou Lang! Ou Lang!
This I cannot bear
I'd sell all my land if I could heal you!
No! I would not let you!
For I must die, sometime
But the land will be there, after me
I beg you! Stay here with me!
I can not!
Forgive me!
Ou Lang, you are the earth!
- When?
- In half an hour.
In your truck?
... Give me a ride.
- Sure...
Josephine?
- Of course!
- You're not the only one. - Big deal!
Say, Maréchal... You have to take up a staff officer.
He's picked the wrong time.
-Josephine again? - Yeah, Josephine.
Where will all that get you?
She'll just have to wait.
Liquor kills! Liquor drives you crazy!
The squadron leader drinks it!
Captain de Boeldieu.
Staff officer, division...
Do you know this photo, Mr. Maréchal?
Sure. Ricord took it with me.
And where can I find Mr. Ricord?
- On leave. - Of course.
This gray smudge worries me...
Here, just below the road.
- That's not a road, it's a canal. - No, a railway.
Such unanimity honors our aerial cameras.
It was a foggy day.
I'd like to resolve this enigma.
I'll request a plane.
I'll go get ready, sir.
Flying suit or fur jacket?
No preference. Flying suits smell, fur jackets shed.
Get me the fighter squadron.
Take a car to the sugar refinery.
I just shot down a Caudron fiighter.
If they're Officers, invite them for lunch.
Freisler... make us one of your famous fruit punches to celebrate the downing of my twelfth plane.
Three bottles of Moselle...
two Rhine... half a bottle of Martel... three bubbly... two seltzer... pineapples...
Two officers.
One is wounded. I took him to the infirmary.
Captain von Rauffenstein, CO, 21 st Squadron.
Captain de Boeldieu, staff officer.
Lt. Maréchal, pilot.
My apologies.
My officers.
I am honored to have French guests.
Now, gentlemen, let us eat.
Orderly, coats!
Freisler, your punch...
May I serve you?
I knew a Boeldieu in Berlin... a Count de Boeldieu.
My cousin, Edmond de Boeldieu.
He was military attaché.
He's a fighter pilot now.
Aren't you eating?
I can't cut the meat.
- May I?
- Please do.
You speak good French.
I was a mechanic in Lyons.
No kidding!
Me too, I'm a mecha...
To Captain de Crussol, French Flying Corps, shotdown in flames...
From the Officers ofthe German 21st Squadron.
I'm sorry about this coincidence.
May the earth lie lightly on our valiant enemy.
I have orders to take custody of the captured officers.
PRISONER-OF-WAR CAMP N1 7 OFFICERS' CAMP
Read these gentlemen the camp regulations.
"Officers will be treated with the consideration due their rank."
"However, you are reminded that you are subject to German law."
"You therefore must obey the rules of German discipline."
"Any German soldier here has the right to give you orders which must be obeyed without protest."
"You must salute Officers according to German army regulations."
"If you attempt to escape, sentries have orders to fire on officers found outside camp limits."
"Incorrect dress is not permitted."
" Large crowds are forbidden. You may not insult the German people,
"or write or speak to civilians from outside the camp."
"It is forbidden to speak to the sentries."
Gentlemen, we will now proceed with some minor formalities.
Russian nouns are declined just like in Latin.
- Newcomers. - Let's warn them.
Angel of purity, angel of light!
Hide your valuables...
- What are they singing?
- To hide our valuables.
Don't touch! Those belong to me.
I've got nothing, old man.
Had I known, I'd have brought some cash.
This conduct is unbecoming.
Sorry, it's our duty to search you. This is war.
I perfectly agree, but conduct it courteously.
If not, I'll see your commanding officer.
How are you - kulele?
Lucky you - calyptus!
Here, Müller, have some chocolate.
You've no right to open my ham!
It's in the regulations. I read them carefully.
It's rotten! You can have it!
He's hard to please.
I'm delighted when my folks send a parcel.
Here we are, in the heart of Germany, cut off from our families by the front, and here's a can of peas, direct from Paris.
Is it all right?
I'm amazed at how honest our jailers are with our parcels.
It's true! Take our feldwebel, Arthur...
He eats cabbage every day. It sticks in his craw.
He told me so.
He'd much rather lay into your peas.
Don't kid yourselves.
If they did that, our parcels would stop coming.
They're short of food for themselves.
Hurry, our guests will be hungry.
This tastes like an old sock!
What do they feed the French?
Cabbage, but they have their parcels.
- And the Russians?
- Cabbage roots, but no parcels.
And the English?
I was on the stage before the war... in vaudeville.
- Ever see me?
- Theater's too deep for me.
I prefer bicycling.
You follow the Tour de France?
You must've heard of Fabert, Garrigoud, Petit Breton...
Can we purchase what we like?
Yes, through the canteen.
Fine, I'll buy myself a comfortable armchair... playing cards, a few books, English cigarettes.
You won't fiind those.
There you go, sir. I'll come again tomorrow.
Gentlemen, time to eat.
Sir...
So, gentlemen, what shall we begin with?
Chicken, foie gras, or Captain Cook mackerel?
You're well provisioned.
Don't they feed us here?
In theory, they do, but what they give us is inedible.
Fortunately, we have our parcels, especially our friend Rosenthal's.
Oh, please!
A cognac to start with, sir?
I've never eaten so well in my life.
Some fish?
I'm getting used to Rosenthal's kindness.
Man is such an adaptable creature.
You can see he's a professor...
Profess her... Confess her...
Address her... undress her...
Oops, a slip!
You're quite a joker!
Is that supposed to be witty?
He's hard to please!
Let's drink to peace!
Not bad, this cognac.
Comes from Fouquet's in mouthwash bottles.
Fouquet's?
It's a bar on the Champs-Elysées.
When I went to Paris, I ate at my brother-in-law's. It's cheaper.
- Been to Paris lately?
- Last week.
Lucky man! Places crowded?
Maxim's was packed.
I never go to places like that...
I prefer a nice little bar...
- Maxim's... don't know it either.
- It's no great loss.
We know you eat at your brother-in-law's...
He never lets up!
Is he there, "Mr. Monocle"?
No, he's not.
I've just been to the canteen.
It's about his armchair request...
Let him tighten his belt!
I'll tell him.
He's nice, the guy with the parcels. Well off?
And how!
You know the Rosenthal bank?
His parents.
Am I tickling you?
- And what's he do?
- Runs a big fashion house.
Funny.
With his money, I wouldn't...
What do you do in civilian life?
I'm a engineer for the cadaster.
Sure, the cadaster... just between us...
can we trust your pal, the Captain?
He may seem strange, but he's okay.
You can trust him all right.
- It's all right, then. - Why?
You see, after dark...
we're digging a tunnel.
What for?
To escape.
What do you dig with?
A coal shovel, old food cans...
I calculate we should come up in a garden behind those buildings there.
That's slow work.
We've been at it for two months.
just a few more weeks...
The war'll be over fiirst.
You're deluding yourself.
Think so?
Best to be prepared.
Where's the tunnel?
You'll see tonight, after roll call.
So you're digging a hole...
Like Monte Cristo. What a laugh!
- Thanks for the wash. - You can't do it with your arm.
Mind if I ask you something?
Go ahead.
What's a "cadaster"?
- Maréchal. - Present.
- Boeldieu. - Captain de Boeldieu.
- Cartier. - Here...we go again!
Good night, Arthur!
- Whose turn is it?
- Cartier's.
What's that for?
For breathing. These are to extend the line.
And the bags?
For removing earth.
This is the alarm.
If I start to suffocate, I yank on the string...
The can falls...
And the boys pull me out by the feet...
The feet...
What are you waiting for?
Watch me play the mole... mol-asses!
Is the tunnel safe?
It's shored up with wood from the theater.
And the earth?
Stuffed under the floorboards.
But there's not an inch of space left.
Now we fiill bags and empty them during exercise.
Hear that?
I'm sure I heard something.
It's nothing.
Listen...
We'll send someone out to check.
You've got an innocent face. Go take a peek outside.
I'll pretend to go to the latrine.
Say, Arthur, what happened?
The fellow tried to escape.
We caught him in the garden behind those buildings...
We opened fire.
Behind the buildings?
- Is he dead?
- I think so.
And you, what are you doing out?
Going to the latrine.
- What was it?
- Someone tried to escape.
He got as far as the garden behind the buildings.
A sentry shot him.
He's dead.
The alarm!
- No answer. - Pull him out.
Hurt bad?
Drink some cognac.
From Fouquet's.
Here's mud in your eye. Don't drop the bottle.
Who goes down tomorrow?
You do, sir... if you don't mind.
My pleasure. I understand crawling is fine exercise.
I remind you it is strictly forbidden to receive non-military clothing.
Good news?
It's from my aunt in Bordeaux. People are swarming into town.
What do you think?
They'd better watch out, the Germans are claiming a major breakthrough.
There's been no bell-ringing so it can't mean much.
Up for some gardening?
I hate the way German bulletins exaggerate.
And our papers don't?
Remember the "Russian steamroller"?
Isn't it time we got down to serious business?
Sure, but not all at once.
And that famous General "Winter,"
so lethal to the nasty Krauts but so tonic to the Allies...
And do you remember "Turpinite"?
A flask the size of... a radish that could blow up a whole battalion.
They even tried it on a flock of sheep.
Too bad they didn't stop at that.
- What're you guys planting?
- Dandelions.
I'm dreaming of dandelion salad.
The war'll be over before your dandelions grow.
This singular exercise will give us workman's hands.
The trunks are here!
- The costumes?
- At the theater.
There should be a trunk with women's clothes.
Coming, sir?
My theatrical skills are questionable. Besides, I'm engaged.
- Playing patience?
- Exactly. I'm a realist.
Find anything, Arthur?
Nothing.
Well, gentlemen, enjoy yourselves.
Where will we put all this?
I asked for hangers.
Be careful...
These things should be handled with care... with your eyes closed.
Looks like a little girl's dress.
Dresses are short now.
just below the knee.
So I hear.
I'd love to see that!
Then put it on.
Not him, he never shaves.
- You have an angel face, Maisonneuve. - Anything to amuse.
We have to take inventory.
The corset, too!
Take it easy.
It's not only the dresses. They wear their hair short, too.
Short hair!
It's like sleeping with a boy!
When we're not around, women act foolish.
I'm sure my wife hasn't cut her hair.
That's for high-class floozies.
How would you know, with that mug?
- Shoes! - How small they are!
Stockings.
Stockings of sheerest silk!
Hey, fellas, I'm ready!
Let us dream a bit first.
You'll only stifle our imagination.
Look at that!
Black stockings!
Looks like a real girl!
Funny, huh?
Doesn't it look funny?
Yeah, sure looks funny.
Poor boys.
Enjoy yourselves.
Out there, children play soldier...
In here, soldiers play like children.
I wish I knew what's going on back home.
- No news?
- Nothing.
I don't care what my missus is up to.
I want out 'cause I'm bored stiff... bored!
So you want to escape for the fun ofit.
Right!
For me, it's the spirit of contradiction.
They won't let me flight, so I'm dying to.
I hate being here when others are biting the dust.
For me it's simple.
A golf course is for golf. A tennis court for tennis.
A prison camp is for escaping.
And you, Rosenthal, the sportsman...
Him?
He was born in Jerusalem.
No, in Vienna. To a Danish mother and a Polish father, naturalized French.
Old Celtic aristocracy!
Yet for all your French roots, none of you owns an acre ofyour country.
In 35 years, the Rosenthals have acquired three chateaux with hunting preserves, farms, orchards, warrens, stud farms, and 3 galleries of bona fiide ancestors.
If that's not worth escaping to fight for!
I'd never considered patriotism from such an unusual angle.
With all those game preserves, your lackeys must really stuff themselves.
I got into the war in a funny way.
I became a soldier because I'm a vegetarian.
That's right. My brother and I had stomach ailments.
The doctor warned us against eating meat.
I turned vegetarian and got well.
My brother went on eating meat, got sick and was invalided out.
Your citations show vegetarianism didn't interfere with duty.
Or stop my wife from cheating on me.
You have to admit it's stirring.
I loathe fifes.
Still, it gets to you.
It's not the music that gets to you...
It's the marching feet.
Thanks to your dumb talk I ruined my pants...
FORT DOUAUMONT TAKEN!
What about our show?
Do we still put it on?
You bet we do! All the more reason.
In fact we should invite the German Officers.
Although I won't join in your artistic endeavors, Maréchal, let me congratulateyou...
Stop the show! Stop the show!
Stop, fellas!
We've retaken Douaumont! It's in the German papers.
A little hole, to escape.
GERMAN TROOPS RECAPTURE DOUAUMONT
Isn't that awful?
Can't be much left of it!
Get off my back! I can't take it any more! I'm fed up!
I want to see some light!
It stinks of shit in here! Hear me?
It stinks of shit!
And I want to hear a voice.
I want to hear a French voice.
What was he yelling about?
The war's too long.
If my calculations are right, we should be under the garden wall in four days.
That's a lot of dirt!
Now that we may get away and reach home again, I'm afraid of what's waiting for me.
There's more than one woman on earth!
Not for me.
That's why she cheats on you.
One thing upsets me: leaving Maréchal behind.
It weighs on me as well.
In fact... it disturbs me.
But that's war. No room for sentiment.
Glad to seeyou, old man.
We are, too. Wait until you hear why.
You old dog!
Got anything to eat?
I'm hungry.
Have a seat. Rosenthal's getting some grub ready.
What time is it?
11 o'clock.
Time's dragging today.
Sure, but tonight it's aufwiedersehen!
So, we meet in Amsterdam?
I'm keen to see Holland, for the tulips.
What about the cheese?
Don'tyou like Dutch cheese?
Sure, but they say the tulip fiields stretch for miles.
You have the instincts of a shop girl.
Assembly at three o'clock.
All Officers are to change camps.
Get your things ready.
Gentlemen, I wish you a pleasant journey.
I hope you will see your wives again soon.
We ought to alert them.
About the tunnel.
Sir, there's a tunnel in Barrack 7.
Open the window. It stinks in here!
Sir, may I point out there are only two pairs of white gloves left.
We can't get any gloves here.
Try to make them last.
Yes, sir... More coffee, sir?
If you call this muck coffee, I have to accept it.
At least it warms my insides.
The list of new prisoners, sir.
Three new officer POWs reporting, sir!
Delighted to see you again, Boeldieu.
But I'm sorry to see you here.
We feel the same.
Sit down, gentlemen.
No, thank you, sir.
As you wish.
Captain de Boeldieu, four escape attempts:
Through a heating duct, in a garbage bin, via the sewers, in a laundry basket.
One must lower oneself, at times.
I understand.
Lieutenant Maréchal, five attempts at escape:
Disguised as a chimney sweep...
Correction, sir: heating engineer.
Disguised as a German soldier, disguised as a woman.
Amusing, very amusing.
But less so when an NCO tried to pick me up.
That I didn't like!
Indeed?
I assure you.
Lieutenant Demolder, three attempts...
Gentlemen, I respect your patriotism and courage.
But the situation is completely different here.
No one escapes from this fortress.
You understand me, don't you?
So as not to be accused of German barbarism,
I have decided to apply French regulations.
Look them over.
They make good bedtime reading.
And now, gentlemen, if you will follow me...
Oswald! My coat.
My soldiers aren't young, but they enjoy playing soldier.
We have 25 more guns like this one.
I suppose you know the Maxim gun?
Very well, sir.
But I prefer the restaurant.
12th century.
Excuse me, sir...
Was this villa built specially for Captain de Boeldieu and myself?
Are we your only boarders?
Your comrades are back there.
1 3th century.
A 1 20-foot drop.
So kind of you to show us around the grounds.
It's such a nice castle, sir.
It's so old...
And so cheerful.
Sorry I can't give you a room to yourself.
I'm touched, but I'd never have accepted.
I hope our walk didn't weary you too much.
Not at all, sir, we're fline.
- 14th century. - Pure Gothic.
Ifyou don't mind, gentlemen...
Your friend Lt. Rosenthal, from the Hallbach camp, is here.
- Not old Rosenthal! - He wasn't any luckier.
The commandant has put you all in the same room.
That way you'll eat better.
That's very nice of him.
A mere formality.
- I caught it with a brunette. - Who can you trust?
A friend of my mother's. Quite respectable.
She did charity work.
In good society it's usually the pox.
Right, Boeldieu?
The pox used to be our privilege. But we've lost it.
Like so many others.
Everything is popularized.
Cancer and gout aren't working-class diseases, but they will be, believe me.
How about intellectuals?
With us it's tuberculosis.
Here's Mr. Pindar.
And the middle class?
Liver and intestinal ailments...
We'd each die ofour own class diseases, if war didn't make all germs equal.
Your dictionaries are in myway.
Excuse me, but Pindar has always been so badly translated.
A lamentable oversight. I'm so sorry.
Not that I care, but who's this guy Pindar?
Go on,joke! But Pindar means more to me than anything...
More than you, the war, my life!
Pindar is the greatest Greek poet.
The greatest Greek poet?
You don't say...
There! My map'sjust about finished.
See... this is where we are... 16 miles above this bend in the Main River.
To reach Switzerland above Lake Constance and avoid the Rhine, we'd have to travel...
- 200 miles. - No kidding!
That means walking 15 nights on 6 lumps of sugar and 2 biscuits a day.
You and your map, you're as crazy as him and his Pindar.
There! My picture's finished.
"Justice Pursuing Crime."
It came out all right.
Look, to reach this Constance place...
Will it hold?
It can hold 10 of you and 5 like me.
They're searching the rooms!
- Under the mattress, quick!
- No, under mine!
That won't do.
It's childish.
May I?
Now there's an idea!
A convenient little gutter.
Here they are!
Gentlemen... inspection.
"Louise wrote to Victor:
I am as weary as a girl after 22 nights oflove."
22 nights oflove, imagine that!
Continue!
Not that corner!
Give me your word that you've nothing in here against regulations.
You have my word.
But why my word and not theirs?
The word of a...
Rosenthal... and a Maréchal?
It's as good as ours.
Perhaps.
No, not that!
It's very rare.
Poor old Pindar!
They really are stupid.
Everything go all right in here?
- Not bad. - For us, too.
And how is your cousin, Edmond de Boeldieu, the military attaché I met in Berlin?
He's doing well. He's very happy.
He lost an arm and married a rich woman.
A truly fine career.
Recognize her?
Sit down.
Let me tell you something...
Believe me, my present functions revolt me as much as they do you.
That's being harsh.
I used to be a combatant.
Now I'm a bureaucrat, a policeman.
But it's the only way
I can still appear to be serving my fatherland.
I have burns all over... That explains my gloves.
My spine is fractured in two places.
A silver plate.
In my kneecap, too.
I owe these riches to the misfortunes ofwar.
- May I ask you a question? - Of course.
Why did you make an exception ofme by inviting me here?
Because your name is Boeldieu, career offiicer in the French Army.
And I am Rauffenstein, career offiicer in the German Imperial Army.
But my comrades are Officers, as well.
A Maréchal and a Rosenthal, Officers?
They're fine soldiers.
Charming legacy of the French Revolution.
Neither you nor I can stop the march of time.
Boeldieu...
I don't know who will win this war, but whatever the outcome, it will mean the end of the Rauffensteins and the Boeldieus.
We're no longer needed.
Isn't that a pity?
Perhaps.
I admire the way you tend your geranium.
Don't think I've become a botanist, but it's the only flower in the fortress.
Nothing grows here but ivy and nettles.
I'm glad I'm leaving with you.
With us.
Sure, I like Boeldieu, but...
With him...
I never really feel at ease.
Different backgrounds...
There's a wall between us.
He's a terrifiic guy.
Sure, and he's on the level, but...
Suppose you and I were on the skids.
We'd just be two bums.
If it happened to him, he'd still be " Monsieur de Boeldieu."
Anyway, you've been terrifiic, too, feeding us with your parcels.
That's all vanity.
I'm really proud to come from a rich family.
Inviting you to my table is myway ofshowing it.
Most people think we're stingy.
Wrong. We're often generous.
Unfortunately, along with that quality,

Jehovah gave us an overdose of pride.
To hell with Jehovah!
All I know is you've been a real pal.
We've received a large crate, a gift from our Czarina.
Please come and share it with us.
From the Czarina?
Must be caviar.
- Coming, Boeldieu? They've got vodka.
- Vodka?
Lead on.
Now we can pay you back for all your kindness.
The Czarina is always good-hearted.
Quite a lady, your Czarina.
Think of what's in store!
"Principles ofAlgebra"...
"Elementary Ethics"... "Grammar"...
A cook book!
Something to sink your teeth into!
What a farce!
Let's go before something happens.
Goodbye, thanks anyway.
- The Cossacks aren't happy! - Let's get out of here!
You have no right to burn books!
It's crazy sending us books!
The sentries are busy with the Russians.
It's a long drop here, but it's unguarded.
If only we'd been ready! What a chance!
- Especially at night! - We'll try again.
It was kind ofthem to hold a rehearsal for us.
Now we know if one man can divert them for 5 minutes, his comrades can escape.
- Too risky! - You're exaggerating.
It would amuse me.
When do you want to go?
Why us?
You're in it, too.
Why not?
Don't you trust us?
- That wouldn't stop me. - Well then?
A plan like yours can only work with two men.
And I know your preference.
- It's not fair. - What's fair in war?
We can't accept that.
I'm not asking you...
I'm telling you.
The arts aren't forbidden here.
You like music?
So-so... I like a good waltz.
I love the flute.
Here's the program: We buy flutes for everyone.
On the given day: concert in all the rooms at 5 p.m.
That's when night falls.
Five minutes later, they confiiscate our flutes.
At 5:1 5, another concert with anything at hand:
saucepans, animal noises, grinding teeth, whatever...
Result: assembly in the courtyard.
Then what?
That's my concern.
You'll have fiive minutes... to clear the walls and reach the woods.
Look, Boeldieu,
I don't know how to put it, but I feel awful about this.
- Come now! - Yes, awful.
I'd like to say something...
Pour some warm water over my gloves, will you?
Whatever happens, I want you to know that...
I'm not doing this for you personally.
So we needn't get mawkish.
Go on.
But there are times in life...
Let's avoid them, shall we?
Excuse me...
So you'll be wearing those?
Any objections?
No, but white gloves for this sort of thing, what an idea!
To each his own style.
You can't do anything like other people.
We've been together eighteen months, and you still stand on ceremony.
I'm the same with my mother and my wife.
In that case...
No thanks, English tobacco gives me a sore throat.
No doubt about it: gloves, tobacco...
We've got nothing in common.
Say what you like, but where there are Germans, there is order.
Sure, the old man is a bit mad with his flower pot and all...
A good thing I'm here to keep those scoundrels in check.
I was a teacher back home.
Lieutenant, confiscate those damned flutes at once!
I advise you not to start again!
We'll do just that in 15 minutes.
Order executed, sir.
You see?
It worked.
Put them on bread and water for three days.
And no parcels.
Ready, boys...
Two seconds...
Assembly!
I understand my students now. What a lark!
While it lasts.
Well...
What?
Goodbye.
Boeldieu!
De Boeldieu!
Listen!
I beg you! Come down!
Lieutenants Maréchal and Rosenthal have escaped.
So that's why.
Search lights!
Send out patrols with dogs!
Alert all military and civil authorities!
Report back to me every quarter hour!
Your orders have been carried out, sir.
No sign of the fugitives yet.
Forgive me.
I would have done the same.
French or German, duty is duty.
Are you in pain?
I didn't think a bullet in the stomach hurt so much.
I aimed at your legs.
It was 500 feet, with poor visibility...
Besides, I was running.
Please, no excuses.
I was clumsy.
I'm not the one to be pitied.
For me it will all be over... soon.
But you'll have to carry on.
Carry on a futile existence.
For a commoner, dying in a war is a tragedy.
But for you and me, it's a good way out.
I missed my chance.
You shouldn't be talking so much.
Sir...
We should've avoided the road.
We couldn't sleep in the reeds.
He's gone.
Didn't you see it was a woman?
- Let's get going. - Wait till dark.
I'm freezing, I have to move.
Want your sugar?
There's not much left.
And we've a long way to go.
- What about you?
- I ate mine, I was hungry.
You keep it, so I won't be tempted.
You poor thing... You ate your buttons, too?
Does it show?
So we're not waiting till dark?
No, we'll skirt the village fiirst.
Your foot hurt?
It's nothing... a nerve.
Let's go.
You coming?
You coming or what?
I'm doing the best I can.
You and your foot!
It's not my fault! I slipped.
You slipped! That's all I hear.
If you get us caught, you'll explain you slipped?
We're out offood. Might as well give up now.
- Gladly.
I've had enough too. - Had enough ofme?
Damn right! If you only knew how you make me sick!
Well, the feeling's mutual.
You're a dead weight, a ball and chain.
I never could stomach Jews!
A bit late to realize that! Clear out, you're dying too.
You said it!
Get lost! I'm sick ofyour ugly mug!
I'm going! You're on your own now! So long!
So long! Go ahead!
I'm so happy I could sing...
There once was a little steamboat
Which had ne-ne-nevergone to sea
After five or six weeks at sea
The supplies we real-al-almost gone for good...
Why'd you come back?
Come on.
Let's go, fella.
- Had enough?
- It's okay.
- Want to rest in that shed there?
- Too risky.
- I can't see any smoke.
- Even so...
When the ship's on fiire, you go overboard.
Right. Overboard we go!
Let's go, old man.
- Someone's there. - The window!
Run for it.
I'll draw them off.
Don't move! Keep quiet.
Stay where you are!
French...
We're not thieves.
Prisoners of war?
You speak German?
I sprained my foot. We're exhausted. We're not thieves.
I'm not afraid.
Go on, call the police.
I won't walk another step!
You sprained your foot?
She says to come into the house.
No, I don't trust her.
She says she's alone here.
She says her child's asleep, so don't make any noise.
Come and sit down here.
I'll be right back.
Hungry?
Yes.
- She asked if you're hungry. - Yeah, I understood.
What about you?
I just want to sleep.
Excuse me, but how far is Wölfiisheim?
Eight miles.
I'd sooner stay here than slog up there!
But duty's duty. Thanks and good night.
Hush! My child's asleep!
My husband.
Killed at Verdun.
My brothers...
Killed at Liège... Charleroi...
Tannenberg.
Our biggest victories.
The table's too big now.
Relax, it's only me!
You don't mind ifa Frenchman feeds you.
You smell like my grandfather's cows. A good smell.
You're a cow from Würtemberg and I'm a working man from Paris, but we can still be pals!
You're a poor cow, I'm a poor soldier.
We each do our best.
You're a bright little girl.
Mommy and I know everything.
Really?
Then how much milk does the cow give each month?
Mommy knows that. I know I have ten fiingers.
She asked for water.
I know.
For 18 months, I never understood the guards. But her I understand.
- Nice, but it looks cheap. - I did my best.
I was talking to Santa Claus.
Joseph's got a nice beard!
Here's the Virgin Mary.
Isn't my little donkey cute?
And my ox?
And the infant Jesus...
An ancestor of mine.
"Touché!" as poor Boeldieu would say.
- Think he's dead?
- Let's not talk about it.
We're ready. Go get the kid.
Hold on... The gramophone and the candles.
Lights out!
Lotte! Baby Jesus has come.
I knew he would!
Is it for me?
I want little Jesus.
To take to bed?
No, to eat.
He's not for eating.
She wants to eat Baby Jesus!
Strictly forbidden, my sweet!
Then I'll eat Joseph.
All right, but in bed.
She wants Joseph?
There you go.
You're a good little girl.
Your gramophone's on the blink.
How do you say: " Lotte has blue eyes"?
Go to sleep, pumpkin.
I don't know how to thank you.
Thank us?
We owe you so much.
Well... good night.
I'll make some coffee.
The coffee's ready.
Say it in French.
Have you told her we're leaving?
Not yet.
It's high time.
You tell her.
- We must be going. - I knew it.
Maréchal couldn't bear to tell you.
Why?
I always knew he'd have to go.
Come on in.
There's hot coffee.
You should eat something before you go.
Do we wait until dark?
Sure.
Let's say good-bye to the cow.
I've been alone too long.
I've waited so long.
If you knew how happy I've been to hear your footsteps around the house.
Elsa...
Listen.
When war over... if me not dead...
Understand?
I... come back here... no?
And you... after... come... with me... to France.
With Lotte... no?
For the journey.
Go quickly. It's better that way.
- Not looking back?
- If I do, I might never leave.
- Let's move. - We're not waiting till dark?
We'd lose ourway.
The woods will hide us. But in the valley, we'll have to stay low.
You're sure that's Switzerland?
- Positive. - It all looks the same.
You can't see borders. They're man-made.
I want to see an end to all this.
Then I'd go back for Elsa.
- You love her?
- I think so.
Even if we do make it, you'll go back to flying and me to gunning, we'll keep fighting.
Like the fellas.
We've got to end this damn war... and make it the last.
Don't delude yourself.
Let's come down to earth. What if we run into a patrol?
We split up, and try our luck.
just in case, let's say goodbye and see you soon.
- So long, you dirty Jew. - So long, you old dog.
Don't shoot! They're in Switzerland.
Good for them!
Well!
Gee, it's good to see you!
Hey, you'll catch your death of cold.
Go on, get in there.
- Gosh, you're looking well, Ma.
- Oh, so are you, George.
Well, I got a little cold, but I'm all right.
I think you look better than you did five or six months ago.
You looked a little peaked then, I thought.
- I see the others got here before me. - Yes.
Your pa's waitin' for you, though.
What do you mean, Ma?
Say, what is this gathering of the clan?
- Well, I'd rather Pa told you.
- Hm-hm.
- How's Anita and the baby?
- Oh, they're just fine.
Only Rhoda isn't a baby any more.
She's thinking of going to college.
Oh! Oh, Pa, here's George.
Well, there's a familiar sight, Pa in the same old chair.
- Hello, George.
- Don't get up, don't get up.
Gee, it's good to see you, Pa.
Gosh, I haven't seen you since...
Well, it's been too long, anyway. I don't know.
We plan, we plan...
- Hello, Nellie.
- Hello, George.
As for you, you know, I don't know when I saw you last.
Oh, I forgot.
I can't kiss you, Cora.
I got a nasty little cold.
I shouldn't have kissed you either.
♪ M is for the million things She gave me.
♪ O means only that she's growing old.
♪ Oh, yes, T is for the tears She shed to save me
♪ H is for her heart of purest gold...
Hello, folks.
♪ E is for her eyes with love light shining
♪ R means right, and right she'll always be
♪Always be
♪ Put them all together
♪ They spell Mother
♪ A word that means the world to... ♪ Rurr-bink-a-dam Ba-dam-dam, bang-bang!
- Mother. - Robert.
- Here you are, Mother.
- No, dear.
That don't go with standing over a hot stove.
OK, it'll just be two for me.
How about you, George?
You're still the best-looking one in the family, Robert.
Yeah?
The day I was born, Pop took one look at me and said,
"That did it.
No more Coopers!"
Cora?
Here you are, Nellie.
Oh! I got somethin' on you, Nellie.
- Here ya are, Pa.
- Thanks.
Try that on your ulcer.
Wait a minute, now.
Nobody drink.
I always make it a point to drink to somethin'.
Let's see. Now, let me think.
Don't think too hard, Robert.
You might hurt yourself.
- Oh... - Why, Pa!
Let's see now, uh...
Here's to our house, through sunshine or showers, be it ever so humble, by golly, it's ours.
- Good, huh, Pop?
- Yeah.
Ah, it's all right. Only the last line don't make sense.
- Does it, Ma?
- No.
- You see, the house...
- Don't tell 'em now, Bark.
- Wait till after dinner.
- What is it?
Why not now?
That's why we got 'em down here.
You see, the house isn't ours any more.
- The bank is taking it over.
- The bank?
- You mean you've lost it?
- Oh, that's awful!
- Bank?
Well, there's a bank for you!
- What happened, Father?
Well, as you know, I haven't been working for, uh...
Well, it's almost four years now.
- That's right, ain't it, Ma?
Four years? - Four years, 5th June, Pa.
And with everything going out and nothing coming in,
I couldn't keep up the payments.
So long as I never sent them anything, they sent for me.
The head of the bank, Randy Dunlap, asked me to drop in to his house for a little chat.
You remember him?
Randy Dunlap?
He used to keep company with your mother before I cut him out.
Bark!
So, I dropped in and he asked me to sit down.
George, do you know what he was wearing?
A kimono.
- No!
- Yeah.
Oh, now, Bark.
It must have been a dressing gown.
I know a dressing gown when I see it.
It was a kimono, George.
Well, he asked me to sit down. Then he offered me a cigar.
- Do dressing gowns have...flowers on 'em?
- Oh, Bark!
- Never mind that, Father.
What did he say?
- Oh, he was nice enough.
He put his arm around me and he said, "Bark, I hate to have to do this to you."
But deep down in his heart, I think he was saying, "Goody."
Oh, now, Bark.
He did say that we could take our time about moving out.
Yeah, he did.
- How much time did he give you, Father?
- Six months.
Oh! Oh, well, then, there's no immediate rush.
When are the six months up?
Tuesday.
But...but why didn't you tell us sooner?
Well, your father and I were hoping that something would turn up and we wouldn't have to tell you at all.
Tuesday.
Doesn't give us much time, does it?
Well, this house has been too big for your mother to take care of anyway.
Yeah, Father, but what I mean is, if we'd known sooner, we could have all chipped in and found you a little place somewhere.
Or...
I know Nellie will tell you Harvey's business never was worse.
That's right.
You'd be surprised if you knew how bad things are.
Oh, sure.
Who gave you that dress, the Salvation Army?
And Cora will tell you that if Bill doesn't get a job soon, she'll have to go to work herself.
And, uh...
Yeah.
Well, I can't do it alone.
And there's no point in writing to Addie, way out there in California.
No, she's never even sent us an orange.
And in as much as Anita and I are planning to send Rhoda to college, now, the only thing I can suggest is that you come to live with one of us until we get ourselves straightened out.
No, your father and I were talking about that, and we...
I know what you're thinking about, Mother, but you're more than welcome with any one of us.
Now, Nellie, after all, there's only you and Harvey.
Yes, but what about Harvey?
- Oh, we wouldn't want to ask Harvey.
- Oh, no, we wouldn't ask Harvey.
No, we asked Harvey to marry Nellie.
We can't expect the guy to do more than that.
Father, will you make him stop talking like that?
Robert, stop talking that way.
Cut it out, Robert.
I haven't room for both of you.
There's only a small couch in the living room.
Mother, there's an extra bed in Rhoda's room, and she'd love to have you.
If Father doesn't mind going to Cora's for a while, why don't you come on a visit to us?
Well, that's awfully nice of you, George, but, well, your father and I thought that no matter what happened, we'd always be t...
Oh, well, never mind what we thought.
Nellie, can't you and Harvey...
Yes, I can.
I plan to do more than you and Cora.
I can practically promise that within three months they'll be together again.
Of course, I'll have to speak to Harvey about it.
Will you put that in writing, Nellie?
Well, that's more like it.
Well, I...
I guess everything's settled.
Mother comes for a visit to us and Father goes to Cora's for a while, hm?
Well, Bark?
- Maybe it'll work out all right.
- Sure.
It'll be very nice living with the children for a while.
Of course.
- Yeah, except...
- Except what?
Except it never has worked out for anybody else.
- Father, there's nothing to worry about.
- Now, Bark, you ought not to say that.
Well?
And what are you up to?
I just had a feeling that Grandpa's picture really belonged in here.
Oh, you did?
Yesterday it was this old, ancient antique, and today it's Grandpa's picture.
Oh, I've got Grandma in my room, and that's enough.
I know how you love your own room, honey.
It's tough on all of us.
Even Grandma, you know.
But it'll only be for three months, and then Aunt Nellie will take her.
Well, OK.
I'll have Mamie take these things back to my room.
Oh, bridge class tonight?
Mob of them.
By the way, I haven't seen any of your friends lately. What's the matter?
Grandma.
She talks an arm off everyone I bring around.
I know.
I've had a taste of it.
But you must bring your friends home.
I won't have you going out with boys I've never met.
- Hello, everybody.
- Hello, George.
- Hello, Daddy!
- Dear.
Oh, you're gonna put Pa's picture in here!
That's fine. Mm.
Darling.
Oh, say, what about Mother tonight, with this bridge and everything?
She's going to be in the way, isn't she?
Wait.
Is she asleep?
Hope I don't get Harvey.
Oh, hello, Harvey.
Hiya, boy.
Put Nellie on, will you, Harvey?
Nellie.
It's George.
Hello, George.
Oh, hello, Nellie.
I...
Nellie, Anita's having her bridge class tonight.
And I know Mother's going to be bored to distraction.
I thought...
Oh, I...
I'm so sorry, but Harvey's bought some theatre tickets for tonight.
Well, you know how it is.
We have to entertain the people he does business with, and I guess that's what it is tonight.
Oh, no, no, George, I couldn't possibly take Mother tonight.
- Tell him you can't take her any time.
- Shh!
What's the use of stalling?
I'm not going to have your parents here.
- George, I would if I could.
- But you can't.
- Will you shut up?
- You'll have to tell him sooner or later.
- What, George?
Just a minute, George.
- I married you.
I didn't marry your folks.
I didn't ask my mother to live here, did I?
- Did I?
- What, George?
- Oh, George, I am willing to do my part.
- No roof is big enough for two families.
No, George, no, I couldn't possibly take Mother tonight.
I'm sorry.
Goodbye.
Satisfied?
Incidentally, who are we going out with tonight?
My mother.
But that's different.
Hm. I was so afraid it was someone I didn't like.
Mother just won't fit in at all, will she?
You don't suppose she'd stay in her room, do you?
No.
I don't see how we could...
Oh, hello, Mother.
It's Mother.
George, I never heard such nonsense in all my life, trying to get Nellie to take me, and talk of me staying in my room.
- It's only because you'd be bored.
- Well, don't you worry about me.
Folks'd think it was pretty funny if I wasn't around.
- They'd think you were ashamed of me. - Ho-ho.
George was only trying to be kind to you, dear.
My bridge pupils drive him mad.
I guess you won't ever have to explain George to his mother.
Oh, Pa's picture.
You gonna put it in here?
Aw, that's fine.
Another day has gone by and no word from him.
Do you suppose he's all right?
Of course he's all right.
We'd hear fast enough if he were ill.
Well, I guess that's true.
Is, uh...my tuxedo laid out?
- Yes.
I couldn't find your shirt.
- Did you send it to the laundry?
- No.
- I did.
- But, Mother...
- I took it to the laundry around the corner.
They've got a sign in the window, "Bring your own bundle and save 20 per cent."
- Yes, but we...
- Besides, George, your shirts haven't looked as crisp and fresh as they should.
These people do lovely work.
Yes, except that I won't have a shirt for tonight.
- Well, I didn't know that.
- Now look here, Mother C.
- I know you like to look after George.
- Yes.
- Well, so do I.
- Of course.
And though I don't do much talking about it, I like to run my house too.
- Oh, well, I only wanted to help.
- Of course.
And you're so busy playing bridge...
I don't play bridge, I teach bridge.
There's a difference that you'd notice if you had to meet the bills of this apartment.
Well, it's all very simple. I'll just run out and buy another shirt.
I guess I'm not much help around here.
Oh, Mother C!
- I could make the sandwiches, couldn't I?
- They're coming from the delicatessen.
- It's cheaper to make 'em at home.
- I know.
But we couldn't do so well.
These are going to be fancy.
How fancy can a sandwich be?
You'll see.
Any bid made subsequently to an opponent's bid is known as an overcall or a defensive bid.
An overcall may be made with a much weaker hand than an original bid, a fact which the partner must bear in mind.
As a rule, it is inadvisable to make an overcall on two of a four-card suit or to overcall with a no-trump bid without a double-stopper in the suit bid by the opponent.
It requires more strength...
I know you'll forgive me if I interrupt myself for a moment, but I do so want you all to meet my husband's mother.
How do you do?
Well, um...anyway... suppose we, um...play the hands?
Uh...suppose we play them.
- I'll bid one spade.
- One spade.
- One spade.
- Two hearts.
She didn't show up, so I'm playing this. Three spades.
Do you play cards?
Well, it's, uh...it's funny, but, you know, with a teacher right here in the family,
I don't believe I could ever learn to play bridge.
Well, maybe a little hearts.
I used to play a lot with my husband.
I always gave him the Queen of Spades.
We called her Dirty Dora.
Say, by the way, that's a good heart hand.
And you haven't got Dora.
Let's see who has.
Oh! You!
Honey, you're going to the movies alone tonight, aren't you?
- Well, aren't you?
- Uh-huh.
If you love me, if I've ever done anything for you that you appreciated even a little bit, for heaven's sake, take your grandmother with you.
Oh, that's no fair.
And anyway, she likes the company here.
Well, maybe I can fix that.
Mother C, Rhoda's set on going to the pictures tonight.
Do you think it's all right if she goes alone?
- Oh, I should say not.
- That's what I thought.
Would you go with her?
Or would that be too much of a responsibility?
Why, anything I can do to help you, dear, I'll be glad.
What a load off my mind!
Will you tell Rhoda?
- Why, certainly.
- Thank you, dear.
Can you give me a rough idea of what the picture's about?
Yeah.
It's the old gag about the guy that takes the blame for a job his pal done.
The pal's a rat and lets the nice guy go to the pen.
But when he's dyin', the rat confesses and the boy and girl wind up...
- Well, is it sad in any place?
- Some of 'em cry when his dog dies.
- Thanks!
- There's a newsreel and "Betty Boop".
Oh. There you are.
- It was a good show, wasn't it?
- Yes.
I liked the boy very much.
Didn't you?
Why, I don't know.
I only caught a swift glimpse of him as you got out of his car.
As I got...
Oh. You saw me.
Are you gonna tell?
Are you gonna do it again?
Uh-uh.
Are you gonna tell?
No.
- Oh, here's your mother.
- Oh! Hello, Mother.
- Hello.
- Like the picture?
- Oh, it was fine. - Uh-huh.
A little sad in places, but it had a happy ending.
Uh, a young man was taking the blame for his friend, who wasn't a very strong character.
But the girl believed in the young man. The nice young man, I mean.
And you know, no matter how black things looked...
I guess I shouldn't be telling you this, 'cause it might spoil the picture for you.
Oh, I guess I should go to bed.
It must be after 11.
- What time do you got?
- Why, I have only 10.30.
Oh. Well, then, I can stay a little while.
Excuse me, please.
Hello.
Oh, hello, Father C. Just a minute.
I forgot. He called while you were out.
Hello?
Is that you, Bark?
This is Lucy, Bark!
How are ya?
I say, how are ya?
Well, I was worried about you.
Why didn't you write?
You ought to write.
You know I worry.
Oh, I'm fine.
I got some friends in tonight, playing cards.
Oh, some lovely people, Bark.
How's Cora?
How are the children?
Really?
Well, how's Bill?
Well, how are you, Bark?
You know what I mean.
How is everything?
Oh, of course, of course.
But three months isn't so long, Bark.
Bark, it's getting cool now.
Don't go out without your coat.
And if it rains, don't go out at all.
Oh, I'm...
I'm happy as a lark.
Course, I... I miss you, Bark.
That's the only trouble.
I know you do.
Uh...don't forget what I told ya.
We'll soon be together for always.
And you won't worry, will ya?
And please take care of yourself.
Uh...it's been good to hear your voice, Bark.
Must have cost you a lot to call me.
Well, that's... that's a lot.
You could have bought yourself a...
a good, warm scarf for that.
All right, Bark.
Goodbye, Bark.
Goodbye... my dear.
I guess I'll go to bed, if you'll all excuse me.
I'm tired.
- Good night, everybody.
- Good night.
Good night, Mother.
Sorry.
Very sorry, Mrs Carr.
Ah, how are you today, Mr Cooper?
I'll be with you in a minute.
And then when you order the paper by the week, Mrs Carr,
I save it for you no matter how many people are asking for it, and that way there are no disappointments.
All right.
Shall I pay weekly or monthly?
Well, if you are honest by the week, I guess you can be honest by the month too.
- So we'll make it by the week.
- All right.
Saved the paper for you, all right, Mr Cooper.
Yeah?
Well, I can't read it.
I broke my glasses again.
Oh! What did Cora say this time?
You should have heard her.
Or maybe you did. She hollered loud enough.
And you say it is nice to live with your children, huh?
Well, yes, it is, Mr Rubens, in a way.
I hope I didn't give you the wrong impression about Cora.
She's a fine girl.
I guess I'm pretty bothersome to have around.
- Well, what do you want?
- I want a stick of gum.
Take it from the counter.
All in all, my children are pretty fine and I'm proud of 'em.
I'm proud of mine too.
They leave me alone.
They don't need me, and I don't need them.
I got enough to live from my store, and I got my Sarah, and I make a little music with my violin.
That's all I want from life, and I got it.
Well, my life is just the same as yours, except I don't have a store, my wife is 300 miles away, and I...
I can't play the violin.
Hey, hey, hey.
Go on, go on.
You know I sometimes think that children should never grow past the age when you have to tuck 'em into bed every night.
That's right.
When they get older and you can't give them as much as other children, they're ashamed of you.
And when you give them everything and put them through college
- they're ashamed of you.
- Yeah.
I guess the world is filled with what you call schmi...schmills...
Schlemiels!
And somebody has to raise 'em.
What do you want?
Have you "Sincere Confessions" for November?
- Yes, ma'am. - Ah.
Thank you.
Are you gonna be nice to your mother when you grow up?
- Jimmy, why don't you answer the man?
- What do I say?
You say yes, of course!
I'll miss our talks when you go away, Mr Cooper, but I'll be glad for you.
- You'll be with your wife again.
- Thanks.
And I'll be with her soon.
Maybe you could be sooner with her, and right in this town.
Huh?
There's a lawyer, Mr Hunter, from New York.
He just bought the Harrison farm, and he'll need caretakers, a man and his wife.
- Caretakers?
- I hear about things, you know.
Oh, I wouldn't want to ask my wife to do that.
Anyway, my children would have a fit.
So let them have a fit.
You and your wife would be together and you would earn your own living again.
It's nice of you to suggest it, but you understand, don't you?
What difference does it make?
Maybe it would be a home for the rest of your life.
But, say, everybody's got to do what they think is best.
Mr Rubens, I, uh...
I wonder if you'd do me a favour.
Sure. Why not?
Uh...it's from my wife.
I... Would you read it to me, on account of my...
Is that a favour, Mr Cooper?
- Ready?
- Uh-huh.
"Thursday night.
"Dear Bark, I've been thinking of you all day
"and have wanted to talk to you worse than ever before."
"They say that you don't miss people so much after a while,
"but I think I miss you more than I did at the beginning of our separation.
"Do you realise that when you get this letter it will be George's 46th birthday?
"It seems like yesterday he was born.
"We were so happy then that it hurts to remember it.
"I hate to give in and sound so weak,
"but you understand me and won't think less of me,
"and this is just between us two."
"Harvey and Nellie know a woman who is in the home for the aged women here.
"They thought it would be nice for me to know her,
"so that I would have someone my own age to talk to.
"So Nellie took me there to meet her.
"Oh, Bark, that home for the aged is so dreary and dismal.
"It was all I could do not to ask Mrs Timmons how she stood it.
"Nellie kept saying how lovely the place was.
"I thought she said it to cheer Mrs Timmons up, but she kept saying it after we left,
"so I guess she really thought it was nice."
I guess those places must be terrible.
Go ahead.
"Poor Nellie. She hasn't been herself at all lately.
"Her doctor wants her to have a complete change.
Nellie said Europe.
"She's very worried, not about herself, but...
"but because that would mean she couldn't take us like she promised.
"But I told Nellie her health comes first.
"Oh, Bark dear,
"if only something would turn up so that we could be together.
"I love you so that..."
Maybe you'd better wait until you have your glasses fixed.
Mama.
Sarah!
So, what do you want?
I just wanted to look at you, Mama.
To look at me?
With all the work to be done, you just wanted to look at me?
Yes, Mama.
I wanted to make sure you were here.
I...
I broke my glasses this morning.
Would you mind telling me if there's any bookkeepers wanted there?
No.
Why?
Were you a bookkeeper?
I am a bookkeeper.
Well, you see, before she come here, when you all went out at night, I always had the nights off.
But, uh...well, all I mean is, if this keeps up, I may have to seek other employment.
Mamie, Mrs Cooper doesn't stay up very late.
Wait until she gets to sleep, and then you can have the night off.
All right?
All right with me.
But she ain't sleepy.
Oh, you're all ready to go.
My, you both look awful nice!
- Thank you, Mother C. You'll be all right?
- Of course.
- Well, good night, Mother.
- Good night.
Sure you'll be all right?
Rhoda's going out too.
This isn't the first time you've left me alone. Go ahead.
Don't worry about me.
But you'll be busy with your rug, won't you?
Well, no, my head started to ache a little while ago and I think I'll stop.
I'll find something to do.
There's always the radio.
Oh, no, it isn't working, is it?
Well, I'd forgotten.
No matter.
You go ahead and enjoy yourselves.
Don't you even think about me.
- Well, good night, Mother.
- Good night, dear.
There's bicarbonate in the house, isn't there?
I feel just a mite as though I'd have a little dyspepsia tonight.
I know how you feel.
Yes, dear, there's bicarbonate in the medicine chest.
- Well, just so I know, in case it gets bad.
- Well, maybe we'd better stay.
Oh, no!
You go right ahead and enjoy yourselves.
We will.
- Good night, dear.
- Good night.
Maybe if you take a little walk, huh?
Can't, on account of my arches.
Oh. Good night, Mother.
Good night.
Mamie!
- Yes, ma'am?
- You can have the night off.
Oh, thank you very much.
Good night.
Oh, hi.
I hope the boy you're going out with tonight will get you home earlier, Rhoda.
He's not a boy.
He's 35.
Thirty what?
Well, that's a dangerous companion for a young girl.
Oh, you think so, huh?
I guess you haven't been out with any collegians lately.
But at least among the boys your own age, you'll find the one you'll fall in love with and want to marry.
I'm going to look around a bit before I get married.
But a man doesn't want a girl that runs around with everybody.
I've seen plenty of swell fellows walk down the aisles with girls that had done everything but murder.
Why, men get together and talk about girls.
Yeah, and then they all make a dash for the one that's been mentioned the most.
Next lecture at half past Tuesday.
Well, I won't be pickin' on you much longer.
You'll soon have your room to yourself again, Rhoda.
Have you got some kind of a plan, Grandma?
Well, I haven't, but your grandpa has.
His letter says that he's, uh... negotiating a piece of business with some lawyer, and if it works out satisfactory, then everything is gonna be all right.
What's the matter?
Why kid yourself, Grandma?
You know he can't get a job.
He's...he's much too old.
Well, I still have faith in your grandpa's ability.
That's just fooling yourself.
Why don't you face facts, Grandma?
Oh, Rhoda.
When you're 17 and the world's beautiful facing facts is just as slick fun as dancing or going to parties.
But when you're 70...
well, you don't care about dancing, and you don't think about parties any more.
And about the only fun you have left is pretending that there ain't any facts to face.
So would you mind if I just kind of went on pretending?
Grandma?
I... I didn't mean to...
Oh, I... I know, honey.
Why don't you try to relax?
You'll wear yourself to a frazzle.
But she could telephone or something.
Don't you see?
Something terrible must have happened.
I know Rhoda so well.
I know she wouldn't do a thing like this willingly.
She must have met with an accident.
I'll finish dressing in case George wants me for anything.
Hello.
Yes?
This is Mrs Cooper.
What?
Don't talk so fast.
You don't want me?
Uh...hello?
It was for you.
Well, why didn't you let me talk?
She hung up.
She called about Rhoda.
- What did she say?
How is she? - Oh, uh...
I'll tell you.
Oh, dear.
You don't know how awful I feel about this, Anita.
Let's not talk about it, if you don't mind, at least not until we know more.
Well, I just got to talk about it.
I feel a little guilty. I feel that I'm to blame a little bit.
You see, I could have told you, and maybe I should have told you.
Told me what?
Well, that Rhoda isn't always just absolutely honest.
One night when she and I went to the movies, she met a boy.
You didn't know.
- Why didn't you tell me then?
- Well, I promised Rhoda.
You promised Rhoda?
What right had you to assume that responsibility?
- Rhoda promised that she'd never...
- What Rhoda promised is beside the point.
What right have you to keep Rhoda's actions a secret from me?
- She's my child, not yours.
- Well, you were so busy with your...
Oh, I'm so busy with my bridge and things.
I thought we'd get to that sooner or later.
So, this is all my fault because I try to make a few extra dollars.
If it's anybody's fault, I know who to blame.
Why do you suppose Rhoda stopped inviting her friends here to the house?
Why do you suppose she started meeting them on the outside?
I'm going to tell you!
You like to entertain them!
They were her friends, and you did all the talking!
Why, Anita, I didn't know I was doing anything wrong.
You must have known you were doing something wrong when you deliberately concealed Rhoda's actions from me.
You must have known you were doing something that you had no right to do.
You raised five children of your own.
You might let me raise one.
- But you've got to butt in.
You've got to...
- Anita!
I'm sorry.
I know how you feel.
You're worried about Rhoda, so there won't be any hard feelings.
I'll be glad when you go back to work.
I wish your mother was here.
She'd get me on my feet so quick, it'd make your head swim.
You've only got a little cold.
What's the good of worrying Mother?
- Oh... - Who on earth's that?
- Well, it must be the doctor.
- Good heavens!
He got here quick enough.
No, but...
Wait a minute.
- Come on.
- Huh?
- Come on.
- All right.
- Good morning, Doctor.
- Good morning, Mr Payne.
Who's ill?
This way, Doctor.
Here he is.
Hm. So this is the patient.
He's shivering.
You would, too, if you'd run through the house in your nightshirt with bare feet.
- I, uh...
I wouldn't let him do that.
- No.
Your mother knows more about medicine than all these young doctors put together.
Ha-ha. Well, we'll, uh...
We'll have a look at him.
When a man's sick, he don't want a...
How long have you been practising'?
Oh, for several, uh...
That is, for some time now.
How did you come to take it up?
Why, my father's one of the biggest doctors in this city.
Why didn't you get his father?
I'm sick.
Put that thermometer back in your mouth!
Cora!
Excuse me, Doctor.
I wanted to talk to you when your old man wasn't around.
You think we ought to send for your mother?
I'm kind of sorry for him.
So am I, but we haven't got room.
Once we got 'em both, we've got 'em.
George would try and talk us into keeping 'em.
Nellie's run out on her.
I burn when I think of her. And Addie's doing nothing to help.
Yeah.
What about Addie?
What about her?
It's only a little over a hundred.
If it goes any higher, will you send for his dad?
- Now we'll do a little listening.
- Hm?
Sit up, please.
- I suppose I'll get pneumonia now.
- That's it.
Hm. Ooh! That thing is cold as ice.
Take a deep breath.
Say 99.
What for?
That can't cure a cold.
I'd rather say 23 to you, but I guess you're too young to know that means "skidoo."
Father, behave yourself and say 99.
Darned if I will.
I'd feel foolish.
I'm too old to play games with the neighbours' youngsters, Cora.
- You mustn't mind him, Doctor.
- That's quite all right.
Going around as I do, I run into all kinds of patients.
Come on, Mr Cooper, say 99.
I will not, and I'll bet you haven't got many patients.
I've had lots of colds, and I always got over 'em all right before.
And I never had to say... that number.
All right.
Now we'll listen to your heart.
Yeah.
I didn't say it.
- Yes?
What do you want?
- Excuse me.
My name is Max Rubens.
I have the paper store down on Graham Street.
We have a boy who delivers 'em.
I... I wasn't trying to do business.
But it is always a good idea, huh?
- You're Cora, no?
- Yes.
Mm-hm.
Your father speaks of you.
It's on account of him I come like this.
I heard he was sick.
- A slight cold.
It's nothin'.
- Oh. Could I see him?
The doctor don't want him to have any visitors.
Visitors would upset him.
It's more likely your father would upset the visitors.
Certainly they won't hurt him.
- All right.
If the doctor says so.
Go ahead.
- Thank you.
Right in there.
- What's the matter, Doctor?
- Nothing to be alarmed about, Mrs Payne.
I... I was looking at your father's throat, and he bit me.
I'm sorry.
Keep him in bed and put mustard plasters on his chest.
About his cold...
This winter weather and everything.
Wouldn't it be a good idea if I sent him to California?
I...
I'd think it'd be a good idea if you could send him almost anywhere.
I felt sure you'd say that, Doctor.
All along, I felt that Father couldn't stand these awful winters, and California'd be better.
- It certainly is wonderful soup, Mr Rubens.
- Sure.
Yeah, I can feel it warming me all over.
Sure it's wonderful.
My wife made it as soon as she heard you were sick.
- Hm? - Just like me, she wants you to get well.
Yeah.
That's nice of her.
Now, if somebody would only call up my wife.
But your daughter can take good care of you, and maybe she don't want her mother around, kibitzing.
You know how it is.
- Now, I've got to fix your mustard plaster.
- Mm.
- What are you eating?
- Some soup Mrs Rubens made for me.
- Wasn't that nice?
- That's fine, isn't it?
Mm.
You bet it is.
The neighbours think I don't feed you properly, I guess.
- Hm?
- Don't eat it.
How do I know what's in it?
There's nothing in that soup but good chicken.
- Mm-hm.
- When my Sarah makes...
Your Sarah can mind her own business.
I cook for my father.
You should live until you can cook like my Sarah.
Oh?
Don't put any more of that in your stomach.
Yeah.
I'm afraid it's all gone, Cora.
You mean you ate all this mess?
Mrs Payne, for myself I don't care.
Mm-hm.
But my Sarah, when she makes a soup, a king can eat it, and she worked...
You can tell your Sarah if he's sick tonight, she can come take care of him.
- Goodbye, Mr Cooper.
- Goodbye.
And thanks for coming.
And thanks for the...
Thanks.
What's the matter with you?
Nothing.
- Will you please stop worrying, Mother?
- Oh, I can't.
But Cora said his temperature is normal tonight.
But it may be up again tomorrow.
Anyway, your father doesn't like his doctor.
Look, Mother, his temperature is normal tonight.
But it may be up again tomorrow.
Isn't this where we came in?
Shut up.
Mother, will you please stop borrowing trouble?
Oh, dear.
I guess I'll go see how Anita is.
Uh...no, no, no.
I'd better go, Mother. Hm?
Now, stop it, honey.
- You're just going to make yourself ill.
- I can't seem to help it.
But Mrs Claire promised to keep Rhoda's name out of the case.
Everything is going to be all right.
It's you that I'm worried about.
Gosh, I never saw you give in so completely.
But everything's gone wrong.
I care as much about your mother as any daughter-in-law can, but...
- What's Mother got to do with it?
- Well, didn't she tell you that I...
Oh, yes, she said something about an argument, but never mind that, dear.
But there's no place for your mother to go, now that Nellie's backed out.
And Rhoda positively refuses to bring her friends home while she's here.
- What are we going to do?
- I don't know.
I don't know.
Take this business today, it never would have happened if Rhoda had been able to entertain her friends at home as she used to.
I used to know all of Rhoda's men friends and what was going on, but now...
I know.
Rhoda used to have the house full of her friends.
She's got to have them again, George.
She's got to.
Don't you see?
What happened today is just a sample.
She'll be leaving us next.
- Oh, no, no.
- Oh, yes, she will.
She'll get a job and an apartment of her own.
- Those things happen, don't they?
- And we're helpless to stop it.
We can't turn your mother out into the streets, and yet she's driving Rhoda...
I know.
I... I know.
- Maybe...
- What, dear?
Hm? Oh, nothing.
Nothing.
- Did I awaken you, Grandma?
- It doesn't matter.
- Is there any mail?
- I think so.
- Good evening, Mother C.
- Hello, Ma.
Hi.
Rhoda.
I spoke to your father today, George.
He told me that he's perfectly well again.
Yes.
We've got to keep him well, Mother.
The trouble is, that can't be done in this climate.
Cora's doctor says that Father positively has to go where there are no hard winters, and we thought, on account of Addie living in California...
He's going out there to live?
Just for a little while, for his health, dear.
Oh, of course.
I want him to be well.
There isn't anything I...
I want as much, unless it's that you children should be healthy and happy.
Cora thought that Addie would take you both.
Addie says she can't.
As long as she takes Father, that's enough.
He'll be leaving soon?
I guess so.
Maybe I'll be able to see him to say goodbye?
Oh. Of course.
Mother.
There's something else I've got to tell you.
Well, there's something I'd like to say to you first.
Let me do it while I can.
You tell me later.
Well, it's only this.
I don't want to hurt your feelings, but I haven't been too happy here.
It's lonesome in this apartment with everybody gone all day.
Uh...would you mind terribly if I decided to leave you to go to the Idylwild Home?
Well, it's a fine place.
I'd meet friends my own age, and...
- But, Mother, I didn't...
- No, now, let me finish, dear.
Once I thought that your father and I might get together again, but, well, I...
I see that it'll never turn out that way.
So I want to go to the home.
Well, I'm glad that's over.
I hated to tell you as much as you would have hated to tell me anything like that.
Oh, there's just one more thing, dear.
I'd like to stay here until your father's on his way to California.
He's funny about things, you know.
He'd never believe that the home was a grand place.
He's a little old-fashioned, Father is.
Those places seem terrible to him.
He must never know that I'm going.
And you tell Cora and Nellie and the others that he must never know.
This is one thing that has to be handled my way.
Yes, Mother.
Just let him go on thinking that I'm living with you and Anita.
You can always forward my letters.
It'll be the first secret I've ever had from him.
It'll...
It'll seem mighty funny.
Oh, well.
Here's another little secret, just between us two.
You were always my favourite child.
Well, that's that.
As the years go by, you can always look back on this day and be mighty proud of me.
Take it easy there.
- Oh, come in, Mamie.
- Thank you.
- You going down to meet the bus, huh?
- Mm-hm.
And won't you be glad to see your husband?
Yes, indeed.
Oh, Mamie, you won't be here tonight when I come back to get my things and I want to give you a little remembrance I made for you
- and to thank you for everything.
- Oh, thank you, Mrs Cooper.
But there's nothing to thank me for.
Oh, I'll always remember how nice you were to me.
Oh, by the way, Mamie, you'll be getting some nights off from now on.
- Oh. - I know.
Yes, ma'am.
They even give me the afternoon off.
In fact, I'm going right now to meet my husband.
- So am I.
- Yeah.
Will you stop lookin' at your watch?
We've got five whole hours.
We mustn't even think about the time.
I guess you're right, Lucy.
Well, Bark, I figure that everyone is entitled to just so much happiness in life.
Some get it in the beginning, and some in the middle, and others at the end.
And then there are those that have it spread thin all through the years.
The trouble is, I was a failure.
I suppose you liked me because I knew a couple of jokes and could make you laugh.
I was the town clown, but there wasn't much room in the business world, Lucy, for that kind of a fella.
I won't let you call yourself a failure, Bark.
I think I slipped up some place, though I tried always to be a good wife and mother.
But if I'd been all that I thought I was, things would be different now.
You don't sow wheat and reap ashes, Pa.
Oh, come on.
Let's get out of here.
Excuse me a minute, Ma.
I want to get something.
I'll be right out.
Come on, Pa.
- They didn't have my size.
- Uh-huh.
- Fine time to tell us.
- Hm.
You know, I always wanted to buy you a nice car, but it seems we always had to use the money for something else.
- Do you see the old couple out there?
- Uh-huh.
It's always those kind that have a million bucks salted away.
Well, I'm going out and pry them loose from some of it.
If he's got a million bucks salted away, I'll bet he's forgotten where he put it.
Uh...my name's Ed Weldon.
Of course, you don't know me from Adam's father.
But you can judge something of my character when I tell you I'm permitted to represent this automobile.
Of course, the car sells itself.
When I tell you it's considered the mechanical wonder of the age, you'll be surprised.
But when you ride in it and find how smooth it runs, you'll be astonished.
I don't expect we'll get to ride in it.
Well, why not?
Have you a little time right now?
Now, my car's right there, exactly like this one.
How about it?
Oh, well, we couldn't.
We're having dinner with our children.
- Well, but I can take you there. - Oh, no.
You needn't bother about that.
A ride up the drive, perhaps.
Oh, we couldn't, Bark.
- Why not?
- Now, that's the proper spirit.
- Come on. Let's go.
- Well!
- Pretty nice, isn't it, Bark?
- Yes, indeed.
- Are you warm enough? - Uh-huh.
Are you?
Oh, yes. I'm very comfortable.
- Say...
- Weldon.
- Say, this is awful nice of you, Mr Weldon.
- That's nothing, Mr Cooper.
I only hope the children aren't worried about us.
You know, we really...
You remember, we took a ride up the Hudson when we came to New York on our honeymoon.
Of course I remember.
I always intended we should do it again some day, but we never got anywhere much after our honeymoon, did we?
I guess this is the first time that we've been away from home together since, uh our honeymoon.
It doesn't matter, Bark.
I had the children.
Yeah, and I used to go down to the barbershop every night with the boys and left you at home to sew and...
I'm ashamed of myself, Lucy.
I've been trying to recall the places we went on our honeymoon.
We went to the theatre twice, I remember.
Uh...three times.
We went to a matinée one day.
Oh, so we did.
And then we went to the park to hear the band, and we took a drive over Brooklyn Bridge.
- In a handsome cab.
- Mm.
On a Thursday.
No, that was Wednesday.
I can remember too.
Yeah.
Never mind.
- Do you remember going to the museum?
- Of course I do.
You do not.
You never went.
You said you didn't like museums.
I wonder if the Hotel Vogard is still standing.
Yeah, the Vogard's on lower Fifth Avenue.
I remember it was a very nice place run by nice people.
Say, Lucy, what about going down, taking a look at it and having a cup of tea?
- It'd do you good.
- Oh, no, Bark.
We couldn't.
- Why not?
Who's to stop us.
- Well, the children are...
Mr Weldon.
- I certainly can, Mr Cooper.
- He's gonna take us.
How do you like this car's performance?
Isn't it smooth?
Oh, it's perfect, Mr Weldon.
We never rode in a better automobile in our life.
- Thanks.
- Have we, Ma?
- My, it's nice to see it again.
- Yeah.
- How about the car?
- Oh, it's fine.
You think you'd be interested in buying a car like this?
In buying one?
Oh, we couldn't buy an automobile, but we do appreciate the compliment.
Well, why not?
A car's no longer a luxury.
It's, uh...it's a necessity.
Why, were you expecting to sell us an automobi...
Oh, I'm so sorry we took your time.
Why, we thought that you were really proud of your automobile and just sort of wanted to show it off.
Well, I'm glad you enjoyed it. You know, I enjoyed myself too.
I didn't have anything to do.
In fact, you... you were right in the first place.
I, uh...
I just wanted to show the car off.
Oh, well, that makes me feel better.
- Thank you and goodbye.
- You're more than welcome.
- Goodbye.
- Goodbye.
- We...we didn't touch anything anyway.
- May I have your coat?
- Thank you.
- Did you see what I did?
- Yes, dear.
I never was so embarrassed in all my life.
Well, get out. You were too. I could tell you several times.
Thank you.
Oh, I better get a cheque right here.
Could I have a cheque, please?
- Oh, you won't need one. I'll remember you.
- Oh, thank you.
- You're strangers here, aren't you?
- Well, not exactly.
We spent our honeymoon here 50 years ago.
- Oh, really?
- Yeah.
Well, then you must remember this, our old lobby.
Remember, Ma?
I should say we do.
It certainly is different than it was then.
Yeah, so are we.
Well, what'll it be?
- Well, uh...
- Cocktails maybe?
Well, he's gonna have one.
Well, why don't you have one, Ma?
Ladies are drinking here.
Hm? Two cocktails.
- What kind...
How about old-fashioneds?
Yeah.
Two old-fashioneds for two old-fashioned people.
Say, that's all right.
Are you sure there's no calls for me?
OK.
- Well, that's funny.
- No, it isn't.
That roast'll be ruined.
I don't care about the roast.
I'm worried about Father and Mother.
I wonder where they can be.
Ah, they're probably having a grand time talking about the few hours they got left before Pop's train leaves.
Some fun, huh?
Crenshaw hotel chain has owned the Vogard since shortly after the war.
But that doesn't mean, Mr and Mrs Cooper, we're not just as glad to see you as the old management could have been.
Well, we just think it's awful nice of you to bother to see us, Mr Norton.
- Ah, yes, indeed.
- Not at all.
The hotel's friends are my friends.
Well, I never thought I'd be sitting here, drinking like this.
You know, ladies never used to.
Why, you wouldn't believe it if I told you that on the first Thursday, we were here on our honeymoon, we just started for Brooklyn Bridge.
The aquarium, uh...was Wednesday.
Ain't it funny how women always get the weekdays mixed up along with other things?
It was Wednesday.
I remember we started out.
I got lost right away.
But it was Thursday.
- Now, look, Bark, we got married on...
- Tuesday.
Oh, no, no.
We were going to be married on Tuesday, and then we postponed it, so my sister could get there from New Hampshire, remember?
- Mm.
- She was snowbound, with the mumps.
Remember, she was visiting that girl who was married to that fellow who was related to those people who had a daughter in the south.
Without the mumps.
Well, the point is that we were married.
Yeah, we were married, all right.
Well, the point is, we were married on Wednesday instead of Tuesday.
No...no.
That's not the point at all.
We were trying to figure out which day we went to the aquarium.
Oh, well, that was Thursday.
I'm sure it must have been, Mrs Cooper.
I wonder if you'll excuse me now.
If you want anything, just ask for it, and let me know if you don't get it.
- Now, you shouldn't have done that.
- It was my pleasure.
Thank you, Mr Norton.
Was it Wednesday?
Lucy, are you getting a little tipsy?
Let me hear you say this.
Betty Botter bought a batch of bitter butter.
Betty Botter bought a batch of bitter butter.
Now say this one.
Betty Botter bought a batch of baby buggy rubber bumpers.
Betty Botter bought a batch of baby bu...
You can't do it.
You got that one at the barbershop.
Yeah, I guess so.
- Oh, Bark, we've got to go.
- Why?
Well, the children are waiting, and Nellie's gonna cook dinner.
Well, we're not going.
We're having fun.
And how many times have we had to wait dinner for them?
I think I can fix it up.
In a nice way.
Hello.
Hello, Nellie.
This is your father.
Remember me?
No, there hasn't been any accident, except that we're having a good time.
Your dinner?
Oh, isn't that too bad?
No, I'm not fooling.
No, we're not coming.
You heard me.
Oh, I'm sure you went to a lot of trouble in cooking it.
Yeah, it sounds swell.
A roast, eh?
- Bark.
- Uh...uh, wait a minute, Nellie.
- Maybe we should...
- Excuse me, young lady.
This is private.
- Was it all right?
- She took it very nicely.
Shall we join the others?
- So, you're having dinner with us.
- Yeah, we thought we would.
That's fine.
Step right upstairs.
I'll be in to see you later.
Thank you very much.
Better hurry along with your drink.
Your husband and I are one up on you.
Oh, well, you go right ahead.
I kind of like to dawdle.
- Are you having a good time, Lucy?
- Oh, yes, Bark.
You wouldn't think, would you, to look at her, that she was a mother of five children?
- Not really.
- She's a grandmother too.
Oh! Well, that I just can't believe.
It's kind of hard for me to believe.
- Fifty years go by pretty fast.
- Only when you're happy.
- How many children have you?
- Five of 'em.
Really?
I'll bet they've brought you a lot of pleasure.
- I'll bet you haven't any children.
- Don't you pay any attention to him.
Then I'm sure it was Mrs Cooper who made the 50 years go so swiftly.
- Oh, that's very nice.
- Yes, it was.
Best thing I ever did, marrying her.
Randy Dunlap was courting her at the same time that I was.
- Oh, Bark.
Will you stop that?
- He was. He proposed to you, didn't he?
Yes, he did, but you don't have to tell it.
I guess I looked like the best bet so she took me.
- Randy Dunlap's the banker in our town.
- Really?
- I got his girl, but he's got my house.
- You do go on!
Well, if you'll pardon me. We've enjoyed having you.
- Yeah.
- Next time, don't stay away so long.
- Goodbye, Mr Norton.
- Mrs Cooper.
You know, Lucy, I often wonder what I'd do if I was a young fella nowadays.
I guess I'd have to be a bachelor.
There are no girls around a man would want to take a second look at.
Oh, shucks, Bark.
There are plenty of mighty pretty girls.
Not as pretty as you.
And you know what?
You've held your looks better than anyone I know.
Right now I don't see any girl that looks half as nice to me as you do.
Bark, you're sweet.
So are you.
You know, the more I think of it, the fella who wrote that poem...
- You know, your favourite?
- Mm-hm.
I think he must have got a peek into our future.
You know, the poem in the book where you marked the place with a rosebud?
Or did the bank get that too?
They took the book, but they couldn't take the poem from me.
A man and a maid stood hand in hand Bound by a tiny wedding band.
Before them lay the uncertain years That promised joy and maybe tears.
"Is she afraid?" Thought the man of the maid.
"Darling," he said in a tender voice "Tell me, do you regret your choice?
"We know not where the road may wind Or what strange byways we may find.
"Are you afraid?" said the man to the maid.
She raised her eyes and spoke at last.
"My dear," she said, "the die is cast.
"The vows have been spoken. The rice has been thrown.
"Into the future we'll travel alone.
"With you," said the maid, "I'm not afraid."
Would you like to dance, Bark?
- Huh?
- It's a waltz.
Good evening, everybody.
This is Carlton Gorman coming to you from the Vogard Hotel in New York City.
It's nine o'clock.
It's now nine o'clock, and is everybody happy?
Smile, and the world smiles with you, folks.
Goodbye.
The evening's fun is about to start, and you can't go wrong with a song in your heart.
♪ Let me call you sweetheart
♪ I'm in love with you
♪ Let me hear you whisper That you love me too...
I love you too.
♪ Keep the love light glowing In your eyes so blue
♪ Let me call you sweetheart
♪ I'm in love
♪ With you ♪
Oh. That's funny, isn't it?
We've known all along that we're probably the most good-for-nothing bunch of kids who were ever raised, but it didn't bother us much until we found out that Pop knew it too.
Doesn't look as though they're even coming by.
No, I don't think so.
Well, we ought to be getting to the station.
How much time have we got?
- About a minute and a half.
- What?
- Well, two minutes maybe.
- Two minutes?
Why on earth didn't you tell us?
That wasn't a very nice thing to do, George.
I think so.
I kind of thought they'd like to be alone.
But if we don't go to the station, they'll think we're terrible.
- Aren't we?
- You're tellin' us right, brother.
I can't understand what happened to the children.
Right here.
Well, I...
I guess this is it.
- It looks like a very nice train.
- Uh-huh.
I hear they serve very good food on trains.
Well, give Addie my love, and tell her to take good care of you.
Well, you'll very likely see her soon yourself.
I'll get a job out there, and I'll send for you right away.
I don't doubt that, Bark.
You'll get a job.
Of course you will.
- All aboard.
- They didn't give us much time, did they?
- Goodbye, Lucy dear.
- Goodbye, darling.
In case I don't see you again...
- What?
- Well, anything might happen.
The train could jump off the track.
If it should happen that I don't see you again, it's been very nice knowing you, Miss Breckenridge.
Bark, that's probably the prettiest speech you ever made.
And in case I don't see you a...
Well, for a little while.
I just want to tell you, it's been lovely.
Every bit of it.
The whole 50 years.
I'd sooner have been your wife, Bark, than anyone else on earth.
Oh, thank you, Lucy.
All aboard!
Get going, Pa.
Slave in the magic mirror, come from the farthest space, ...through wind and darkness I summon thee.
Speak!
Let me see thy face.
What wouldst thou know, my Queen?
Magic mirror on the wall, who is the fairest one of all?
Famed is thy beauty, Majesty.
But hold, a lovely maid I see.
Rags cannot hide her gentle grace.
Alas, she is more fair than thee.
Alas for her!
Reveal her name.
Lips red as the rose.
Hair black as ebony.
Skin white as snow.
Snow White!
Want to know a secret?
Promise not to tell?
We are standing by a wishing well
Make a wish into the well
That's all you have to do
And if you hear it echoing
Your wish will soon come true
-I'm wishing -I'm wishing
For the one I love to find me
To find me
-Today -Today
-I'm hoping -I'm hoping
-And I'm dreaming of the nice things -The nice things
-He'll say -He'll say
-Ah-ah-ah-ah-ahh
-Ah-ah-ah-ah-ahh
-Ah-ah-ah-ah-ahh
-Ah-ah-ah-ah-ahh
Ah-ah-ah-ah-ahh
-I'm wishing -I'm wishing
For the one I love
-To find me -To find me
-Today -Today
-Oh! -Hello.
-Oh. -Did I frighten you?
Wait. Wait, please.
Don't run away.
Now that I've found you
Hear what I have to say
One song
I have but one song
One song only for you
One heart tenderly beating
Ever entreating
One love
That has possessed me
One love
Thrilling me through
One song
My heart keeps singing
Of one love
Only for you
Take her far into the forest.
Find some secluded glade where she can pick wildflowers.
Yes, Your Majesty.
And there, my faithful Huntsman, you will kill her!
But, Your Majesty, the little Princess!
Silence!
You know the penalty if you fail.
Yes, Your Majesty.
But to make doubly sure... you do not fail, bring back her heart... in this.
One song I have but one song
Hello there. What's the matter?
Where's your mama and papa?
Why, I believe you're lost.
Oh, please, don't cry.
Come on. Perk up.
Won't you smile for me?
That's better.
Your mama and papa can't be far.
There they are.
Can you fly?
I can't! I can't do it!
Forgive me. I beg of Your Highness, forgive me.
-I don't understand. -She's mad! Jealous of you!
-But-- But who?
-The Queen!
-The Queen?
-Now, quick, child, run! Run away, hide!
In the woods!
Anywhere! Never come back!
Now, go! Go!
Go!
Run! Run!
Hide!
Oh!
Please, don't run away. I won't hurt you.
I'm awfully sorry.
I didn't mean to frighten you.
But you don't know what I've been through.
And all because I was afraid.
I'm so ashamed of the fuss I've made.
What do you do when things go wrong?
Oh! You sing a song!
Ah-ah-ah-ah-ahh
Ah-ah-ah-ah-ahh
Ah-ah-ah-ah-ahh
Ah-ah-ah-ah-ahh
With a smile and a song
Life is just like a bright, sunny day
Your cares fade away
And your heart is young
With a smile and a song
All the world seems to waken anew
Rejoicing with you as the song is sung
There's no use in grumbling
When raindrops come tumbling
Remember you're the one
Who can fill the world with sunshine
When you smile and you sing
Everything is in tune and it's spring
And life flows along
With a smile and a song
I really feel quite happy now. I'm sure I'll get along somehow.
Everything's going to be all right.
But I do need a place to sleep at night.
I can't sleep in the ground like you.
Or in a tree, the way you do.
And I'm sure no nest could possibly be big enough for me.
Maybe you know where I can stay.
In the woods somewhere?
You do?
Will you take me there?
Oh, it's adorable.
Just like a doll's house.
I like it here.
It's dark inside.
Guess there's no one home.
Hello?
May I come in?
Shh.
Oh!
What a cute little chair.
Why, there's seven little chairs. Must be seven little children.
And from the look of this table, seven untidy little children.
A pickax. A stocking too.
And a shoe.
And just look at that fireplace. It's covered with dust.
And look, cobwebs everywhere.
My, my, my!
What a pile of dirty dishes.
And just look at that broom.
Why, they've never swept this room.
You'd think their mother would--
Maybe they have no mother.
Then, they're orphans.
That's too bad.
I know. We'll clean the house and surprise them.
Then, maybe they'll let me stay.
Now, you wash the dishes.
You tidy up the room.
You clean the fireplace. And I'll use the broom.
Just whistle while you work
And cheerfully together we can tidy up the place
So hum a merry tune
It won't take long when there's a song to help you set the pace
And as you sweep the room
Imagine that the broom is someone that you love
And soon you'll find you're dancing to the tune
Oh, no, no, no, no!
Put them in the tub.
When hearts are high the time will fly
So whistle while you work
Uh, uh, uh, uh.
Not under the rug.
So whistle while you work
We dig, dig, dig, dig dig, dig, dig
In our mine the whole day through
To dig, dig, dig, dig, dig, dig, dig is what we like to do
It ain't no trick to get rich quick
If ya dig, dig, dig with a shovel or a pick
-In a mine -In a mine
-In a mine -In a mine
-Where a million diamonds -Shine
We dig, dig, dig, dig, dig, dig, dig
From early morn 'til night
We dig, dig, dig, dig, dig, dig Dig up everything in sight
We dig diamonds by the score
A thousand rubies Sometimes more
Though we don't know what we dig 'em for
We dig, dig, dig-a-dig, dig
Heigh-ho
Heigh-ho
Heigh-ho Heigh-ho, heigh-ho
Heigh-ho, heigh-ho It's home from work we go
Heigh-ho, heigh-ho Heigh-ho, heigh-ho
Heigh-ho It's home from work we go
Heigh-ho, heigh-ho
Heigh-ho, heigh-ho Heigh-ho, heigh-ho
Heigh-ho, heigh-ho Heigh-ho-hum
Heigh-ho, heigh-ho It's home from work we go
Heigh-ho, heigh-ho Heigh-ho, heigh-ho
Heigh-ho It's home from work we go
Heigh-ho, heigh-ho Heigh-ho, heigh-ho
Heigh-ho It's home from work we go
Heigh-ho, heigh-ho Heigh-ho, heigh-ho
Let's see what's upstairs.
Oh, what adorable little beds.
And look, they have their names carved on them.
Doc, Happy,
Sneezy, Dopey--
What funny names for children.
Grumpy, Bashful and Sleepy.
I'm a little sleepy myself.
Oh, oh.
Heigh-ho, heigh-ho
Heigh-ho, heigh-ho
Heigh-ho, heigh-ho It's home from work we go
Heigh-ho, heigh-ho
Heigh-ho, heigh-ho, heigh-ho It's home from work we go
Heigh-ho, heigh-ho Heigh-ho, heigh-ho
Heigh-ho It's home from work we go
Heigh-ho, heigh-ho
Heigh-ho, heigh-ho It's home from work we go
-Heigh-ho, heigh-ho, heigh--
-Look!
Our house!
The lit's light-- Uh, the light's lit.
Jiminy Crickets.
-The door is open. -The chimney's smokin'.
-Something's in there. -Maybe a ghost. -Or a goblin.
-A demon. -Or a dragon.
Mark my words, there's trouble a-brewin'.
Felt it coming' all day. My corns hurt.
-Gosh. -That's a bad sign.
-What'll we do?
-Let's sneak it up on it.
Yes.
Ahem, we'll, uh, squeak up--
Sneak up.
Come on, hen-- Uh, men. Follow me.
Psst.
Shh!
Shh!
Careful, men. Search every cook and nanny--
Uh, hook and granny-- Uh, crooked fan-- Uh, search everywhere.
Shh! Quiet.
Look!
The floor!
It's been swept!
Hah!
Chair's been dusted.
Our window's been washed.
Gosh, our cobwebs are missin'.
Why, why, why-- Why, the whole place is clean!
There's dirty work afoot.
Sink's empty.
Hey, someone stole our dishes!
They ain't stole. They're hid in the cupboard.
My cup's been washed. Sugar's gone.
Something's cookin'. Smells good.
Don't touch it, you fools!
See?
It's witch's brew.
Look what's happened to our stable--uh, table.
Flowers!
-Huh?
-Look, goldenrod.
Don't do it.
Take them away.
My hay fever!
You know I can't stand it.
I can't-- I can't--I-
Ah- - Ahhh--
Thanks.
Ah-chooooo!
Hey!
Shh!
Ya crazy fool!
Fine time ya picked to sneeze!
I couldn't help it. I can't tell.
When you gotta, you gotta. I--I-
- I gotta.
I-It's comin'.
Ah- - Ah--
- Stop him.
Oh, ah- - Ah- - Ah--
-Don't let go. -Hold him tight.
-I'll tie it. -Make a hard knot.
There, that'll hold him.
-Thanks!
-Shh!
Quiet, you fool. Want to get us all killed?
-Wha-- What's that?
-That's it.
Sounded close.
It's in this room right now.
It's up there. Yeah, in the bedroom.
One of us has got to go down... and chase it up.
Uh, uh, uh, up, down.
Here, take it.
Don't be nervous.
Don't be afraid. We're right behind you.
Yes, right behind ya.
Here it comes!
-It's after us!
-Don't let it out!
-Hold it shut!
-Here it comes. -Now's our chance.
Hit it, now.
-Give it to 'im. -Don't let him get away!
Take that, and that, and that!
Hold on there, i-it's only Dopey.
-Did you see it?
-How big is it?
-Was it a dragon?
-Has it got horns?
-Was it breathing fire?
-Was it droolin'?
What was it doin'?
He's says it's...a monster...
asleep in our beds!
-Let's attack. -While it's sleeping. -Yeah, while it's sleeping.
-Hurry, men, it's now or never. -Off with its head.
-Break its bones. -Chop it to pieces.
We'll kill it dead.
-Jiminy Crickets.
-Gee, what a monster. -Covers three beds.
-Let's kill it before it wakes up. -Which end do we kill?
-Shh!
-Shh!
-Well, uh, uh-- -What is it?
Why, i-it's a girl!
She's mighty pretty.
She's beautiful. Just like a angel.
Angel, hah! She's a female!
And all females is poison! They're full of wicked wiles!
What are "wicked wiles"?
I don't know, but I'm "agin" 'em.
Shh! Not so loud. You'll wake her up.
Aw, let her wake up! She don't belong here nohow!
Look out. She's movin'.
-She's waking' up. -What do we do?
Hide!
Oh, dear!
I wonder if the children are--
Oh!
Why--Why, you're little men.
How do you do?
I said, "How do you do"?
How do ya do what?
Oh, you can talk. I'm so glad.
Now, don't tell me who you are. Let me guess.
I know, you're Doc.
Why- - Why-- Why, yes! Yes!
And you're-- You're Bashful.
Oh, gosh!
And, you?
You're Sleepy.
How'd you guess?
-And you?
-Ah--
Ah- - Ah- - Ah--
You're Sneezy.
Ah-choo!
-Yes, and you must be-- -Happy, ma'am.
That's me.
And this is Dopey. He don't talk none.
-You mean he can't talk?
-He don't know.
He never tried.
Oh, that's too bad.
Oh, you must be Grumpy.
Oh, yeah.
Hah!
We know who we are.
Ask her who she is and what she's a-doin' here!
Hmph!
Yes!
What are you and who are you doin'?
Uh, uh, what are you-- Uh, who are you, my dear?
Oh, how silly of me. I'm Snow White.
-Snow White?
The Princess?
-Yes.
Well, my dear Quincess--
Uh, Princess.
We're, uh-- We're honored.
Yes, we're--
-Mad as hornets! -"Mad as hornets!" No, no, we're not!
We're bad as cornets-- No, no, as bad as-- What was I sayin'?
Nothin'!
Just standin' there sputtering' like a doodlebug!
Who's buttering' like a spoodledug?
Who's uh, uh--
Aw, shut up!
And tell her to git out!
Please, don't send me away. If you do, she'll kill me.
-Kill you?
-Who will?
-Yes, who?
-My stepmother, the Queen.
-The Queen!
-She's wicked. -She's bad.
-She's mighty mean. -She's an old witch! I'm warnin' ya!
If the Queen finds her here, she'll swoop down... and wreak her vengeance on us!
But she doesn't know where I am.
She don't, huh?
She knows everything.
She's full of black magic.
She can even make herself invisible.
Pfft!
Might be in this room right now.
Oh, she'll never find me here.
And if you let me stay, I'll keep house for you.
I'll wash, I'll cook...
Can ya make dapple lumpkins-- Uh, lumple dapplins--
Apple dumplings!
Ah, yes! Crapple dumpkins.
Yes, and plum pudding and gooseberry pie--
Gooseberry pie?
Hurray!
She stays!
Ah! Soup!
Hurray!
Uh, uh, uh, just a minute.
Supper's not quite ready. You'll just have time to wash.
Wash?
Hah!
Knew there's a catch to it!
-Why wash?
-What for?
We ain't goin' nowhere.
'Tain't New Year.
Oh, perhaps you have washed.
Perhaps we--
But when?
When?
Uh, when?
Uh, you said, "When?"
Why, last week-- uh, month-- year- - Why, recently.
Yes, recently.
Let me see your hands.
Let me see your hands.
Why, Doc, I'm surprised.
Oh, Bashful, my, my, my!
And you? Tsk, tsk, tsk!
Worse than I thought.
Oh!
How shocking.
Goodness me, this will never do.
March straight outside and wash, or you'll not get a bite to eat.
Hah!
Well, aren't you going to wash?
What's the matter?
Cat got your tongue?
Oh, did you hurt yourself?
Hmph!
Hah, women!
Courage, men, courage!
Don't be nervous.
Gosh, it's wet.
It's cold too!
We ain't gonna do it, are we?
Well, i-it'll please the Princess.
-I'll take a chance for her. -Me too!
Hah! Her wiles are beginning' to work.
But I'm warnin' ya, you give 'em an inch, and they'll walk all over ya!
Don't listen to that old warthog. Come on now, men.
-How hard do ya scrub?
-Will our whiskers shrink?
-Do ya get in the tub?
-Do ya have to wash where it doesn't show?
Now, now, now, don't get excited. Here we go.
Step up to the tub 'Tain't no disgrace
Just pull up your sleeves and get 'em in place
Then scoop up the water and rub it on your face
And go--
Pick up the soap Now, don't try to bluff
Work up a lather and when you got enough
Get your hands full of water and you snort and you snuff
And go--
You douse and you souse Rub and ya scrub
You sputter and splash all over the tub
You may be cold and wet when you're done
But ya gotta admit it's good and clean fun
So splash all ya like 'Tain't any trick
As soon as you're through you'll feel mighty slick
Bunch of old nanny goats Ya make me sick
Going--
Hah!
Next thing ya know... she'll be tying' your beards up in pink ribbons... and smelling' ya up with that stuff called, uh, "perfoom."
Hah!
A fine bunch of water lilies you turned out to be.
I'd like to see anybody make me wash, if I didn't wanna.
Get him!
Hey!
Let go of me!
Get him over to the tub. Get him over to the tub.
Let me loose, you fools!
Get 'im up on the tub. Get 'im up! Hang onto 'im!
Get him up on the tub. The tub, the tub!
Don't get excited!
Don't get--
Get the soap!
Oh! Steady, men!
We'll get him there.
Now scrub good and hard It can't be denied
That he'll look mighty cute as soon as he's dried
Well, it's good for the soul and it's good for the hide
To go--
-Ain't he sweet?
-Smells like a petunia.
He sure is cute.
You'll pay dearly for this!
Supper!
-Supper!
-Food!
Hurray!
Hah!
Magic mirror on the wall, who now is the fairest one of all?
Over the seven jewelled hills, beyond the seventh fall, in the cottage of the Seven Dwarfs, dwells Snow White, fairest one of all.
Snow White lies dead in the forest.
The Huntsman has brought me proof.
Behold, her heart.
Snow White still lives, the fairest in the land.
'Tis the heart of a pig you hold in your hand.
The heart of a pig!
Then I've been tricked!
The heart of a pig!
The blundering fool!
I'll go myself to the dwarfs' cottage... in a disguise so complete no one will ever suspect.
Now, a formula to transform my beauty into ugliness.
Change my queenly raiment to a peddler's cloak.
"Mummy Dust" to make me old.
To shroud my clothes, the black of night.
To age my voice, an old hag's cackle.
To whiten my hair, a scream of fright.
A blast of wind... to fan my hate!
A thunderbolt... to mix it well.
Now... begin thy magic spell.
Look!
My hands!
My voice!
My voice!
A perfect disguise.
And now, a special... sort of death for one so fair.
What shall it be?
Ah!
A poisoned apple!
"Sleeping Death."
"One taste of the Poisoned Apple...
"and the victim's eyes will close forever... in the Sleeping Death."
I'd like to dance and tap my feet but they don't keep in rhythm
You see, I washed 'em both today and I can't do nothin' with 'em
Ho-hum, the tune is dumb The words don't mean a thing
Isn't this a silly song for anyone to sing
I chased a polecat up a tree Way out upon a limb
And when he got the best of me I got the worst of him
Ho-hum, the tune is dumb The words don't mean a thing
Isn't this a silly song for anyone to sing
Ahhh
Be careful. Watch out.
Be- - Be care-- Watch it! Watch it!
Watch-- Watch-
- Ah--
Thanks.
Hey!
Hey!
Hey!
Hey!
Ah-ch- - Ah-ch-- Ah-
- Ah--
Ah-ch-- Ah-ch-
- Ah-ch--
Ah- - Ah-- Ah-chooooo!
That was fun.
-Now, you do somethin'. -Well, what shall I do?
-Tell us a story.
-Yes! Tell us a story!
-A true story. -A love story.
Well, once there was a princess.
Was the princess you?
-And she fell in love. -Was it hard to do?
Oh, it was very easy. Anyone could see that the prince was charming.
-The only one for me. -Was he, uh, strong and handsome?
Was he big and tall?
There's nobody like him... anywhere at all.
-Did he say he loved ya?
-Did he steal a kiss?
He was so romantic
I could not resist
Some day my Prince will come
Some day we'll meet again
And away to his castle
We'll go
To be happy forever
I know
Hah! Mush.
Some day when spring is here
We'll find our love anew
And the birds will sing
And wedding bells will ring
Some day when my dreams
Come true
Oh, my goodness, it's past bedtime.
Go right upstairs to bed.
Wait!
Hold on there, men.
The, uh, Princess will sleep in our beds upstairs.
-But... where will you sleep?
- Oh, we'll be quite comfortable down here..
- in, uh, in, uh--
- In a pig's eye!
"In a pig's eye--" Sty-
- No! No! I mean--
We'll be comfortable, won't we, men?
Oh, yes, mighty comfortable.
Now, don't you worry about us.
-We'll be all right. -Go right up now, uh, uh, my dear.
Well, if you insist.
Good night.
Good night, Princess.
You're sure you'll be comfortable?
Oh, yes, very comfortable.
Well, pleasant dreams.
Pleasant dreams.
Remember... share and share alike.
Look out, it'll rip!
Bless the seven little men... who have been so kind to me.
And may my dreams come true.
Amen.
Oh, yes, and please make Grumpy like me.
Hah! Women!
A fine kettle of fish.
Dip the apple in the brew.
Let the sleeping death seep through.
Look!
On the skin!
The symbol of what lies within.
Now, turn red to tempt Snow White.
To make her hunger for a bite.
Have a bite?
It's not for you!
It's for Snow White.
When she breaks the tender peel to taste the apple in my hand, her breath will still, her blood congeal.
Then I'll be the fairest in the land.
But wait!
There may be an antidote.
Nothing must be overlooked.
Ah!
Here it is!
"The Victim of the Sleeping Death... can be revived only by Love's First Kiss."
"Love's First Kiss"!
Bah! No fear of that.
The dwarfs will think she's dead.
She'll be buried alive!
Buried alive!
Thirsty?
Have a drink!
Now, don't forget, my dear.
Th-The old Queen's a sly one.
Full of witchcraft. So beware of strangers.
Don't worry. I'll be all right.
-See you tonight. -Oh, oh, yes.
Well, uh, come on, men.
Be awful careful, 'cuse if anything would happen to you,
-I-- I--
-Good-bye.
Oh, gosh!
Hah!
Disgustin'!
And be sure to watch out-- To wa-
- To wa--
To wa-- Watch out!
Thanks. Ah-ch- - Ah-ch-ch--
Ah-ch-- Ah-chooooo!
Well... all right.
But that's the last--
Oh!
Go on. Run along.
Heigh-ho, heigh-ho It's off to work we go
Heigh-ho
Good-bye.
Good-bye!
Now, I'm warnin' ya. Don't let nobody or nothin' in the house.
Why, Grumpy, you do care.
Huh!
Good-bye, Grumpy!
The little men will be away... and she'll be alone... with a harmless old peddler woman.
A harmless old peddler woman.
Some day my Prince will come
Some day we'll meet again
And away to his castle we'll go
To be happy forever I know
Some day when spring is here
We'll find our love anew
And the birds will sing
And wedding bells will ring
Some day when my dreams
Come true
All alone, my pet?
Why-
- Why, yes, I am, but--
The... little men are not here?
No, they're not, but--
Mm-hmm.
Makin' pies?
Yes, gooseberry pie.
It's apple pies that make the menfolks' mouths water.
Pies made from apples like these.
-Oh, they do look delicious.
-Yes!
But wait 'til you taste one, dearie.
Like to try one?
Hmm?
Go on. Go on, have a bite.
Ah! Ah!
Stop it, stop it. Go away, go away.
Shame on you, frightening a poor old lady.
Oh, I thought I lost it.
There, there. I'm sorry.
Oh!
My heart!
Oh, my-- My poor heart.
Take me into the house and let me rest.
A drink of water, please.
Heigh-ho, heigh-ho Heigh-ho
Heigh-ho It's off to work we go
Heigh-ho, heigh-ho
Hey, look!
Stop that.
Get away!
Get away! Go on, shoo!
Go on, get outta here!
What ails these crazy birds?
Th-They've gone plumb daffy.
Yeah, they've gone-- Ah-
- Ah--
Ah-chooooo!
And because you've been so good to poor old Granny.
I'll share a secret with you.
This is no ordinary apple.
It's a magic wishing apple.
-A wishing apple?
-Yes!
One bite and all your dreams will come true.
-Really?
-Yes, girlie!
Now, make a wish and take a bite.
Go on, git!
These pesky critters won't stop!
'Taint natural.
There's something wrong!
They ain't actin' this way for nothin'!
Maybe the old Queen's got Snow White.
-The Queen!
-Snow White!
The Queen will kill her!
We gotta save her!
Yes, yes, we-we gotta save her!
-S-She'll kill her! -What'll we do?
-Yes, w-what'll we do?
Come on!
Giddap!
Wait for me!
Wait--
There must be something your little heart desires.
Perhaps there's someone you love.
Well, there is someone.
I thought so. I thought so.
Old Granny knows a young girl's heart.
Now, take the apple, dearie, and make a wish.
I wish-- I wish--
That's it. Go on. Go on.
..and that he will carry me away to his castle... where we will live happily ever after.
Fine!
Fine! Now, take a bite.
Don't let the wish grow cold!
Oh!
I feel strange.
-Her breath will still. -Oh.
-Her blood congeal. -Oh.
Now I'll be fairest in the land!
Hurry, hurry!
There she goes!
After her!
I'm trapped. What will I do?
The meddling little fools!
I'll fix ya!
I'll crush your bones!
Look out!
-One song -One song
-One song only for you -One song only for you
One heart tenderly beating
-Ever entreating -Ever entreating
Constant and true
So true
-One love -One love
That has possessed me
-One love -One love
-Thrilling me through -So true
-One song -One song
-My heart keeps singing -Keeps singing
-Of one love -One love
Only for you
And away to his castle
You'll go
To be happy forever
We know
Good-bye.
Good-bye, Grumpy.
Good-bye.
Oh, Dopey.
Good-bye!
Some day when spring is here
We'll find our love anew
And the birds will sing
And wedding bells will ring
Some day when my dreams
Come true
Christine!
Don't shout, I tell you! Don't shout!
I will shout if I want to! Who's going to prevent me from shouting.
Listen to me! Why won't you listen?
You're a liar! A liar! You lied when you met me!
You lied to get rid of me! You're a liar and a cheat!
That's enough of it!
Get out of here! That's a nice thing for a wife to say!
I'm nothing of the sort!
Oh, yes, you are! And you're not going to get rid of me with your silly Reno divorce!
You're my wife!
Well, what about it?
And I'm not going to have any boys hanging around.
What do you mean?
Oh, you can't fool me! I've watched him! I saw him come in!
Don't be a fool! That boy is not...
- A liar! A liar!
- Why won't you listen?
Because I'm not an idiot!
You quit me eight years ago to go on the screen!
I, who worked for you! Took you out the chorus let you out of the gutter.
And now you spend your time going around with boys, you!
Go on, say it, say it!
Christine!
- Is she drowned?
- No, she's a mermaid.
This woman was never drowned She was strangled with this belt.
Keep back, please!
Now then, which of you found the body first?
- I did.
- No, he didn't!
We did.
- Both of you?
- Elsa saw it first.
- That's right!
- But he says he did.
- Well, he didn't!
- Contradict the evidence, eh?
Don't be silly.
Well, just a moment if you don't mind.
Now, miss, what's your tale?
Well, we were both going down to bathe.
And just as we got...
We saw this young man running away
It's absurd, I was running to get home.
You weren't, you were running away, wasn't he, Helen?
- That's right
- Nonsense, the girl's hysterical.
I'm not! I'm not hysterical!
You were running away, you know you were!
I saw the body from the top of the crest and naturally came down.
I couldn't be sure if she was already dead or only unconscious.
You see, I didn't see the belt.
I ran out to get help so that I could make artificial respiration.
I was only there a few minutes.
This woman has only been dead a few minutes.
Well, it's time we got this thing finished.
Now, is this belt yours or isn't it?
For the hundredth time I tell you it isn't!
How do you know it isn't?
You've already admitted that you've got a raincoat.
Don't put down "got", put "had" a raincoat.
- Which you've lost
- No, not lost, which I had stolen.
Why are you trying to distort everything I say?
Don't get excited, old man, it's only a formality.
You had it stolen, let it go as that. When was it stolen?
Well, I can't remember.
You see, I left it in the car and went in to get some cigarettes.
When I came back it was gone.
You mean it just went into thin air?
What sort of a place was this?
A common shelter called Tom's Hat.
All right, we'll let that go.
Now, did you know the dead woman well?
Yes, fairly well, I knew her in America.
Could it be unfair to suggest that you were especially good friends?
- Mr. Kent means her lover.
- It would be unfair!
Then we could put down that you were friends, good friends.
Oh, put down what you like!
Were you good enough friends to discuss money?
We discussed money three years ago when I sold her a story.
I received money from her on former occasions.
Talking of money, would it be accurate to say that you are not well off?
More than that, it would be practically true.
Considering the fact that she's left you twelve hundred pounds in her will?
- What's happened to him?
- He passed out or pretended to.
Of course he's passed out. I've been told that.
- What's that for?
- To put under his head, of course.
That's no good. Sit him up and hold his head down.
Give me a hand!
Go and get some brandy.
You seem to be pretty good at this sort of thing.
Yes, I learnt something about it in a girl guide.
You learnt that slapping trick in the guides too?
No, I learnt that from riding in cars with detectives.
Could you do that to detective's ears as well?
No, I got this from a boxer's dressing room.
Brings them round like fun.
A bit painful, isn't?
Well, you don't know, sir, when you have the rest of your face bashed in.
I'd say we weren't as brutal as all that, you know.
Give me the brandy, I'll do it.
You'll be all right in a minute.
What have you been doing to him?
Oh, he's all right. Don't waste your time on him, miss Burgoyne.
- Is he guilty?
- No idea yet
He doesn't look like a criminal.
Don't let the looks influence you, young lady.
I don't.
- Anyway, he's not my type at all
- What the hell has happened?
You passed out.
Don't be ridiculous, I never pass out. What do you mean?
Well, that was something very much like it.
Don't worry, you'll be all right.
I must go and find my father.
He seems to like the brandy.
He will probably go again.
Next time throw a bucket of water on him.
- Who's that?
- She's Chief Constable's daughter.
- She's got a nerve!
- She certainly has!
Hello, father!
The proceeding has been quite formal.
Well, in that case, why have they questioned him half the night?
Scotland Yard may have their own methods, sir.
Is there someone decent to represent him?
I think they've got Mr. Briggs, sir.
- Don't talk nonsense, Inspector.
- Well, there was no one else, sir.
- All right. Where have you been?
- I've been snooping around.
I left my papers in the car Go on, go and get them for me.
- Get them yourself!
- Well, ordinarily I would.
If I was seen beside that thing I'd have to resign.
You never said you were a disgusting snob, father.
Besides, it's almost human, you ought to love it.
And you're asked very politely to move. It's blocking the entrance of the court.
Come on!
Sorry I can't help you. Some other time, perhaps.
- Come on.
- Try and give it some brandy.
- Good morning.
- Good morning.
I'm Briggs. Lovely morning.
We mustn't be downhearted on a morning like this, must we?
It does one good to see the sun, doesn't it?
My wife was saying only this morning: "? Henry, don't be so gloomy about the case", she said.
- Nice of her!
- Wasn't it?
We hadn't had a case like this for... twelve years.
Hardly to be expected in a little place of this sort.
Mostly affiliation orders and things like that.
No, a case like this is most exciting for us all.
Wouldn't it be a good thing to talk it over?
Well, it can't do any actual harm. There will be plenty of time before the trial.
- The trial?
- Oh, I'm afraid so.
Oh, dear, dear, dear.
Well now, where was I?
Oh, yes! Yes. Well now...
Well, it doesn't look too good, does it?
However, we mustn't be depressed about it.
Now, take this point.
Those two girls that saw you running away.
- Why were you running away?
- I wasn't.
No? Well, it certainly looked very like it.
I mean, that's going to be very hard to explain away.
Like the money that poor dead creature left you.
That's going to be hard to explain away too.
Yes, that... that looks very like a motive to me.
However, we mustn't despair. Not actually despair.
Oh, now I should be very much happier.
Oh, much, much happier... if it were not for that belt.
Oh, dear me, that belt.
I wish I could go out and find that blasted coat!
I swear it was stolen at Tom's Hat.
- You lost your hat too?
- Oh, no.
Oh, well, that's something.
Oh, yes, that's quite a good point! Or isn't it?
Tom's Hat is a common shelter on the main Crompton Road.
If only I could get my coat with the belt, the police would realize what a colossal blunder they're making!
Well, of course I'll do everything I can for you.
Though I wish you had been more frank with the police about it.
It always pays to be frank with the police. However...
Are you representing the police, by any chance?
Oh, dear me, no, my dear fellow, I'm on your side.
Tell me, when they searched you, did they leave you your money?
Oh, yes, sir... Two pounds and three schillings.
I wonder if it would be asking too much if I could have a trifle on account.
Certainly, how much?
Well, I thought perhaps a couple of pounds?
Oh, thank you!
Yes, it would be a great pity if you hadn't any money.
Counselling costs a great deal, you know?
However, perhaps you've got some friends who will come to your rescue at the last minute.
- Your case next, Mr. Briggs.
- Oh, dear...
Oh, dear me, I just mislaid my glasses.
You know, I'm quite lost without them.
Ask them to delay the procedure for me a little while, will you?
I shan't be able to read my notes.
We mustn't be depressed on a day like this, must we?
Hold on a minute, the other case has just finished.
Yes, yes, well, we needn't go into that.
Mrs. Bessons, do you really want a separation order?
Oh, no, sir, but I don't him to carry on.
Mr. Bessons, will you promise me to behave yourself in future?
Aye, I will, sir. Maybe I were a bit hasty.
Well, I shall bind you over to keep the peace for six months.
Sir, can't you make it eight months to carry me over Christmas?
- No, that'll do.
- Next case, please.
- Come straight home.
- I'm off to see an old pal.
Yes, your old pals at King's Crown.
Hold it!
Look here, this is the wrong man!
The prisoner has escaped!
- The prisoner has escaped?
Your Worship, I...
Come on, you lot! Run down the street.
Three of you surround him. Have another one search the spinning.
Look for a murderer in a spinning?
Not me!
- You're not afraid, are you?
- No, but I'm not a fool!
Well, take two others with you!
Here, you two!
And you, with the spectacles!
Go down the Mill Lane, that will take you to the High Road.
One each side of the fence and one up the road!
Sergeant, take this car and go to the station.
There's a train leaving in a quarter of an hour.
- Make sure he's not on it.
- Yes, sir.
And see that every station on the line is warned.
- Right, sir.
- Can you drive it?
- I can drive everything, sir.
- Oh, but...
All right, Erica, the Sergeant will do it.
Yes, but the thing to do is to pull this...
All right, miss, you leave it to us!
Yes, but don't you see you've got to pull the choke!
Sometimes these get a bit cold.
What's this string doing here?
Hey, that's the choke! It's no good, you can't sort it out!
Crank up again!
- It's all right, I stopped.
- I thought you must have, miss.
It wasn't very uphill.
You know, we'll never catch him this way. You two go on your own.
What about you, miss?
Oh, I'll be all right. I'll find some help from somebody.
- Halt, young man!
- For what?
- We've got to commandeer you.
- You're going to what?
Use your car, in the name of the law.
You can't do that, it isn't a Black Maria.
It is for the moment.
We've got to get to the railway station quickly!
I can't go quickly, the pigs don't like it.
We can't hold back, we're on a job!
Pigs is my job.
I hope you will be all right, miss.
Don't worry, I hope you'll find him.
- Now then, where do we sit?
- With the pigs.
Go on, jump up.
Can't you give us a bit more room?
Carts don't take more than ten pigs.
Come on!
Well, if it isn't Florence Nightingale!
What are you doing here?
You must be mad, don't you remember who I am?
Yes, you're only the Chief Constable's daughter. And my ministering angel.
I don't think that's very funny.
Don't you realize half the countryside is looking for you?
And so am I, for that matter.
Yes, and now that you've found me I insist on helping you.
I'm determined to push this old crock as far as the petrol station.
What do you mean old crock?
Oh, you're crazy, you haven't got a hope of escaping. I shall have tell the police at once!
- There's one thing you should do.
- What?
Thank me for pushing the car. Thank you.
So you should, especially since I'm doing all the work.
- Two...
- Two gallons, please!
Ginger! Two gallons!
Heard about the escaped man?
He's wanted by the police.
Just had a police car. It stopped here for a fill up.
If you see that pal you might tell him to keep on escaping.
- It's good for business.
- I certainly will.
Oi, dad! Dad, oi!
Thanks.
- How much?
- Two and eleven.
Thank you. You must let me know where to send the money to.
Anywhere you like.
Will you give it a swing, please?
All right, I'll do it.
How far is it to Tom's Hat?
You go straight along that road about twice as far as you can see.
How far would that be?
- Oh, about five miles, I reckon.
Then turn right. Go along a mile.
Take the left fork and two miles along that road. Not the right fork.
The right fork would take you back to town.
The left fork... That's right. There's two miles up that road.
Did you hear that my dear?
Five miles straight ahead, turn right, along a mile then take the left fork.
- Yes, I heard.
- You know I can't possibly!
- Don't forget it's my petrol.
Straight down that road, it's about five miles.
Yes, thank you, I heard.
- This isn't Tom's Hat.
- Will you please get out?
- Why?
- Because it's my car.
It may seem a good reason to you but it doesn't to me.
It's the best thing you can do!
- So I've won you over.
- You certainly have not!
Oh, yes, I have. You see that it's too risky for me to go to Tom's Hat by daylight, so what do you do?
Not a thing.
You persuade me to stay in this deserted mill until dark.
Then you return and ride me over to Tom's Hat before it closes.
I feel like Bonnie Prince Charlie.
You must be Flora MacDonald.
A little while ago I was Florence Nightingale.
That's what I like about you, you're different.
How can you joke about this?
Don't you know what it means if you're caught?
I'd make a rough guess. Horribly rough.
Well, it isn't funny, you see?
No, but I can laugh because I'm innocent.
You don't believe that, do you?
I wish you did.
Well, what are you going to do?
For what we're about to receive.
Let the Lord make us truly thankful.
O.K.
Chris, you behave yourself. Think of what this means.
O.K.
It ought to be said in Latin, really.
You needn't swag just because you were talking Latin last term.
Did you go to the dentist's this morning?
- Yes, dad.
- It hurt?
No fear, look!
Oh, it is a big hole, isn't it?
That didn't hurt. I hardly felt anything.
The only thing is I must take my potatoes mashed.
You know, I don't mind going to the dentist's.
You were jolly white at breakfast.
- I wasn't!
- Yes, you were.
You were walking like a jellyfish.
- Let's have a look!
- Big, isn't it?
Get over with your lunch, it's not a nice conversation.
I may even bleed.
Stanley, be quiet!
Chris, you might lend me your gun after lunch.
I want it for myself, old boy.
Erica, you shouldn't let either of them have it, it's highly dangerous.
- Top of the class!
- Don't tease him, you two!
- He does speak English.
- Highly dangerous.
- Oh, shut up!
- Now that is English.
Chris can't shoot straight anyway. Can't I?
What about this?
- Christopher don't be disgusting!
- It's a jolly fine one!
Take it away, Chris, and go wash your hands!
- I washed them before lunch.
- Do as I tell you!
O.K.
Sergeant tells me you ran out of petrol, Erica.
Yes, I... I had to push it for miles.
- Haven't they caught him yet?
- No, not yet.
It's only a matter of time, of course.
Of course, my dear Watson.
Is your tooth all right, Stanley?
Shall I have your potatoes mashed with milk?
It's all right, don't fuss, Erica!
It really depends how much money he has.
That's often a big factor in cases like this.
- A big what?
- Factor!
- Never heard of him.
- Richard...
How much did he have on him?
Oh, the police think about three schillings.
The solicitor took two or three pounds in advance.
Did you wash your hands, Christopher?
Yes, Erica.
Then sit down and get on with your lunch.
If he has spent those last three schillings it looks to me as if he's caught like a rat in a trap.
Do as I tell you, Christopher!
O.K. Guns are the best things for rats.
Don't be such a swank! The rat was probably dead when you shot it!
It wasn't! The rat was running across the backyard.
If I had gone with the police with my gun I could've shot him, couldn't I father?
Christopher, don't talk so much!
- What's the matter with you?
- Nothing.
I wonder what he would buy with these last three schillings.
Food, of course!
I know that, I meant what kind of food.
Sausages!
The best thing would be chocolate.
It has very good staying power.
Suppose he didn't dare to go into a shop and get food.
Then I'm afraid he would be very hungry.
And that, of course, may force him to come back.
Unless he faints with hunger or dies in the fields.
With rooks pecking at his eyes.
Inspector Marsh is on the phone for you.
Perhaps there's some news.
Yes, Inspector. No news at all?
Well, there must be some sort of clue.
Yes, I see. Oh, dear me.
All right, I'll come along quickly.
Let me know if anything turns up.
Yes. Goodbye.
- Have they caught him yet?
- No, not yet.
That don't say much of our police force.
They want some young blood, don't they father?
What do you mean "young blood"?
If they don't find him, you will get the sack, father?
I shouldn't be too surprised
I don't think he's got much chance, though.
The inspector tells me he only has a couple of schillings on him.
Excuse me, I shall be here in a minute.
All the roads are circled. Can't last long.
It's jolly exciting, isn't it?
Looking for these?
So you came back after all?
You really do think I'm innocent.
Not at all, I... I came back to pay my debt for the petrol.
Hello, what's that?
Food?
I...
I really don't know.
Goodbye.
Perhaps you're right. It's dangerous for you to be around here.
Seriously, I'm very grateful.
If it's any consolation to you I want to you know I'm innocent.
Just because I know nothing about this horrible business I made a dash this morning.
I know if only I could get to that common shelter I would put an end to this crazy situation.
You mind if I eat?
Talking about shelters, this is more than I can bear.
Twenty four hours since I had the police station tea.
No table.
You wouldn't trust a murderer like me with a knife, eh?
It isn't that at all, I...
I just forgot it.
There you are, you see?
You don't believe I'm a murderer.
Now, where was I? Oh, yes.
Christine Clay was strangled with a belt from a raincoat.
I knew her and can't produce my raincoat, it was stolen.
But I'm going to find it with its belt, you will see.
- Then I shall be cleared.
- Did you...?
- What were you going to say?
- No, nothing, it doesn't matter.
No, go on, what were you going to say?
Did you know Christine Clay very well?
No. I met her in Hollywood.
She liked a story I wrote and asked me to write another that's all.
I went to her cottage three or four times to talk things over.
Beyond that...
- See that?
- What?
A bit of paper coming out of the old mill.
- Someone's in there.
- Perhaps it's...
Yes. Come on.
We were on good terms but I'd never dream she'd go as far as to leave me something in her will.
- Is that your dog?
- Yes, why?
- What's it barking for?
- Well, he wants dinner, I suppose.
Grab hold of him.
- Me?
- Yes, get on with it.
What if he bites me?
In the course of duty you might get a stripe.
What's the good of a stripe if I've got no arm to wear it on?
Go on, grab hold of that dog!
It's all right, leave him alone and come inside.
- Anyone up there?
- No.
Lad, it's no time for fun. You go to the loft and have a look!
All right, Sergeant, no one up there.
- Are you sure?
- Oh, I couldn't see no one.
- Did you look?
- Of course I did!
I'm going to make sure.
Haven't you got no confidence in me, Sergeant?
None at all!
I have a good mind to go up and have a look myself.
- Don't let them see you!
- Where are we going?
Don't ask questions, pull that string!
Come here! Stop! In the name of the law!
Dowser, we left Dowser behind!
- It's all right, he's keeping up
- If you don't stop I'll jump out!
I've got the sun in my eyes.
We will wait until dark now. Next stop, Tom's Hat.
What has the man at the petrol pump said?
A mile across, then take the left fork.
Two miles beyond that, the end to all our troubles!
Our troubles?
Your troubles, you mean!
Can't you realize what you've done?
You made me run away from Sergeant Roberts. He's my friend, he taught me how to drive!
My father is chief constable, can't you understand?
I'm on their side!
Sorry. Forgive me, of course you must drive straight back.
So what? I was going to take the left fork anyway.
No, you'd better not go in. Someone might recognize you.
I'll find out all I can about the coat.
I might as well see if it's true now.
You'd better hide behind it.
A cup of tea and a piece of cake, please.
Take a seat.
Bill... You'll have to stick a card out DAINTY TEAS.
I think it's very nice to have a lady's company for a change.
Don't you have lots of it?
I thought lorries were very popular.
Is yours that lorry out there?
I've always wanted to drive one of those.
I've always wanted to be a tight rope walker myself.
No, you're the wrong built. You'd better stick to lorry driving.
You don't happen to know, do you, if a raincoat was found here last week?
If it was it will never reach the lost property office.
Let me see now... a coat.
Well, as a matter of fact there was one old fellow.
More or less of a tramp, really. He mends broken chi...
No, I'm wrong miss, you'll never find that coat.
No, you're right, Bill, it was old Will, the china mender.
Don't remember?
He had a raincoat that was nearly new.
He said a bloke had given it to him. We teased him about it.
Trying to kid us that people give brand new clothes away!
Leave old Will alone.
If he did, no need for you to go opening your trap and shouting his name all over the place.
So will I do if I like! What, you're a couple of rotten...
I don't want you to get hurt What was all the fuss about?
Your coat! You're quite right, it was stolen!
An old tramp's got it but his two friends wouldn't let him tell me.
Oh, put your head under that
It's difficult!
If you want to find old Will, the china mender, you'll get him late tonight at Nobby's lodging house.
Well, how far is that?
About thirty miles, I've often given him a lift there.
What's the matter with you?
Get out of here!
- Well?
- Well?
All you have to do now is to get the coat back from the tramp.
I'm glad you took the left fork.
So am I now.
Goodbye. And many, many thanks.
Can I...
Can I just wish you good luck?
- You ought to get back.
- How are you going to get there?
- I'll climb on one of the lorries - They're all going the other way.
Or I could get a lift on a police car, there will be one along soon.
I think it's marvellous of you but you're not being very sensible, you know?
Must we go on and on about this?
Yes, what about your father, won't he miss you?
I thought all that out.
My aunt lives about two miles from where we want to go.
I will call on her and then tell my father the truth about where I've been.
- To save your conscience, eh?
- Yes, if you like.
I will only stay two or three minutes, then we can be off again.
- This may be useful.
- What's that for?
For getting in touch with old Will.
He might be in bed when I get to the lodging house.
You mean he doesn't do night work?
- I shouldn't think so.
- Well, we can do without it then.
- I shan't be two minutes.
- I don't feel too safe sitting here.
How are you, miss Erica? It's a long time since we saw you last.
- Madam will be pleased to see you.
- It's nice to see you, Lehmann.
- Is auntie in?
- Oh, yes, miss.
It's miss Felicity's birthday, you know.
She's having a party.
Perhaps I'd better not stay, I had forgotten about the birthday.
No, but you must stay, miss Erica.
She'd be so disappointed if you didn't.
Just go in, it'll be quite all right.
I will tie two handkerchiefs One red, the other green.
Now, I want you to watch very carefully because I'm going to tie them together very securely in this manner.
One knot, two knots I fold them quite tight.
Now, the next thing I'll do is to roll them up tightly into a ball.
My dear, this is a surprise! Will you just have lunch?
And then perhaps after that you might help us to look after the children.
It's so sweet of you to remember Felicity's birthday!
Now, children, you all know the game.
Don't fidget so, Marjorie!
- One of you has to go outside.
- Me!
- Don't interrupt, Harold!
- I want to go outside.
- That is for me to decide.
- I think I must go.
Oh... I see. Well, run along, Harold.
Erica! Erica! You know this game, don't you?
I don't think I remember, auntie I really ought to go.
But you've only just come!
Of course you remember the game, you used to play it so often.
Now, you go outside and don't come in until we tell you.
Isn't it Erica's car?
- Yes, it is.
- Are you a friend of hers?
- Oh, yes, she's inside.
Oh, and left you out here?
I'd never heard such a thing!
She said she won't be long.
Oh, she will, it's Felicity's birthday party.
Felicity?
My little daughter, she's seven today.
Oh, yes, of course, Felicity's birthday, I was forgetting.
She always brings her a present, hasn't missed a year.
- Really?
- No, not a year.
- All right.
- Well, come along in.
No, I'd better not.
I can't leave you out here like a criminal.
- Come along, it'll be great fun.
- Sure it will.
Erica, my dear! It isn't a nice thing. You bring a young man and leave him outside!
I only meant to stay a few minutes, uncle.
Oh, nonsense, you will stay here and see the party in full swing.
We must get away, every minute is important!
It's this frightful party, I'm having an awful job!
Yes, I know. You've been so good, I'm so grateful...
Come in now!
- I'm sorry, I didn't know.
- Hello, my dear.
You know what Erica did?
She left her friend outside while she was playing with the children.
I'm very sorry, I only meant to stay a few minutes.
I came because I wanted to...
You came to give Felicity a birthday present, didn't you?
Oh, how sweet of you, Erica!
One of those lovely stone dwarfs for the garden. Isn't it nice?
Exactly like the ones we've got It will fit in so nicely.
Shall we join the others?
- Hello, daddy!
- Hello, darling!
Oh, Erica, let's play find the thimble!
Hello, Felicity, are you having a nice time?
Yes, thank you, Erica! But I want to play find the thimble!
Well, I expect you can if you ask mummy.
- I mean I want you to play.
- I can't just now, dear.
- I will presently.
- Why can't you play now?
Come on, we'll play it on our own!
Major Cunningham, Mrs. Cunningham.
Sit by me.
Get the crackers, please!
- Oh, yes, yes, of course.
Mr...
Mr...
I suppose you're staying with the Burgoynes, Mr...
Not exactly, quite near...
That's a large family, I've never known how many they are but I suppose you find it rather difficult to...
Yes, I'm not too sure myself
Erica, I'm so sorry, I didn't quite catch your friend's name.
- Beechcott Manningtree.
- Oh, really?
That's a extraordinary name, isn't it?
I don't think I've ever come across it before.
Come along, Erica.
Let's go now.
We can't, they'll start thinking things.
I started thinking things long ago.
Be quiet.
Love calls but once though passion...
- Steady, old girl.
- I'll read it out.
You must leave things like that to me, Harold.
It was my motto.
- Ah, the ice is here.
- In the nick of time.
Auntie, we really ought to be going.
- Yes, I really think we should.
- Yes, yes, of course.
Would you mind picking these ices for me, please?
Oh, certainly, of course. Are they strawberry?
Yes, the red's strawberry and the white's vanilla, you see.
Fancy!
It's a nice young man, Erica. Has your father known him long?
- Not very.
- What does he do for a living?
- A sort of a clerk, I believe.
- Oh, in what? .
Advertising. He makes up advertisements.
What a very uncommon name! What did you say it was?
- Beechtree Manningcott.
- I didn't see you.
Would you just take those ices to those nurses over there for me?
What a very sweet Erica is, don't you think so Mr...
Croft?
Yes, awfully nice.
Have you known Colonel Burgoyne long?
Oh, yes, years and years.
Your work must be very interesting.
My work?
Yes, Erica's just been talking to me about it.
- Oh, yes, of course.
- Do you like it?
So many young men of today dislike their work.
Oh, I love it, I find it very satisfying.
But it must be awfully difficult to strike the right note.
Well, at first, perhaps, but of course you need a good ear.
Ear?
I should have thought the eye would be much more important.
Yes, that's important, certainly but I can read at sight now.
I beg your pardon?
I mean, I can see a piece of music if it's put in front of me.
- I see.
- And play, of course.
Oh, yes, of course.
I'll tell her definitely we're going.
Auntie, I've got rid of those ices. Now we really should be going.
Very well, my dear, it was nice of you to come.
It's a pity you have to go so soon, I've had such an interesting talk with your friend, Mr. Manningcroft.
We want another game, mother.
Oh, let's get the ices served first.
Just before children go. Well, what should it be?
- Harold wants blind man's buff.
- I'll be blind man!
- That's for me to decide, Harold.
- Mothers will be first blind man.
- Can't I, uncle?
- I don't think so, dear.
All right, you can try and catch me.
Oh, very well.
It's... Mr. Beechtree!
Oh... Where's Erica?
They went home. They asked me to say goodbye.
You idiot! Don't you realize there was something going on between them? She didn't know his name!
Oh, you're exaggerating, my dear.
Nothing of the sort! I wanted to find out more about them.
You had to make me play blind man's buff!
There you are, what did I tell you?
They're not going home, they're taking the other direction!
Kingston 8-40, please. Hurry!
All right. Hello, Margaret.
I thought we would never get away.
Don't you think she seemed a bit suspicious?
I don't think so, just naturally inquisitive. She seemed satisfied with the answers I gave.
I nearly died when you produced that china dwarf.
I wonder if she'll ever miss it from the garden.
We mustn't laugh.
It was very funny when she asked my name.
- I was scared stiff!
- The look on your face!
We mustn't laugh, it's very serious!
You look so much better when you're laughing. Do I?
Of course I don't want to make trouble.
But I feel it's duty to tell you. I mean, Erica's so young, she's at an awkward age.
Oh, but I, I can't understand it.
Erica always tells me if she's going a long way.
And certainly who she's going with.
Gordon Bleam is the only man I don't like to see her with.
Then it was him! I was sure that he gave a false name.
Yes, but he's in India!
Oh, then it wasn't him.
Which way did you see the car going?
Yes...
Yes... All right, I'll phone you later.
He never even thanked me.
Two more miles and we'll be there!
Yes, we'll be there but what then?
What then, my child? What then? The tramp, the coat, the belt.
Are you sure the tramp will be there?
Of course, he will be standing at the door in tears, saying...
- ...here you are, guvnor.
- Will it be as easy as all that?
Why not, everything has gone all right up to now. I don't see why that should change.
I hope not. It would be such a waste.
When you go back to your father you can burst open the... - ...door and say...
- With a throb in my voice.
Yes, a throb in the voice is certainly indicated.
You will stand in front of him and say:
I've travelled far and risked much and here is the man in all his innocence.
Then he'll tap me on my head and say...
With a throb in his voice.
- Thank you, Erica, thank you.
- It'll be touching.
Oh, Robert, if only things would turn out all right.
- They started to.
- What do you mean?
- You called me Robert.
- Oh, did I?
I didn't notice it.
She will be going through Lemming unless she turns back.
Well, it's an old Morris. No, I don't remember the number.
She'll have someone with her. A young man, I believe.
Get her to telephone me, will you?
Excuse me, are you miss Burgoyne?
Yes.
Your father's Chief Constable, isn't he?
Yes, why?
He wants you to phone him right away.
He said it's urgent, will you step inside?
Why, you are the chap who escaped from the police this morning.
I've seen your picture! You'd better come inside here...
Quick, step on it!
We were overconfident, I didn't think about the papers.
Thought we may do it We seem to be crawling.
I can't run away like this Especially with an escaped man.
It means I'm an accessory. And accessories get ten years!
Oh, it's terrible, what will happen to the boys?
Poor father! We must go faster. You've to get that coat back.
I can't go back now!
Poor father, what shall I tell him? What shall I tell him?
Right. I suppose he must be the man.
I can't understand it.
Keep my daughter's name out of it, Inspector. For the time, anyway.
That's all right, sir. Don't you worry.
The search is well underway.
He's probably forced her to go to Ashcroft Forest.
There'll be less chance for him to be found there.
We're combing the forest now, sir.
It's all right, my dear, we're perfectly safe here. We'll hide here for a bit.
The whole thing will be over in a couple of hours or so.
We'll shake hands and you'll never see me again.
Won't I?
Oh, you needn't see me again.
- Put your coat on.
- It's all right.
Now you do as I tell you. I know exactly how you feel.
You see no end. You don't believe it's true.
The night always exaggerates things, doesn't it?
Personally, I like the night, it's much more alive than the day.
Look at those people on that train. Eating... actually eating.
I'll tell you what. I'll scout about for some food, shall I?
We'll wait till the coat is safe in our hands and then we'll eat, and how!
Straight to a seven course dinner. Seven helpings and champagne.
Well, I'm going now. I shan't be long.
And off we'll go before their goggling eyes.
And then I'll carry you all the way home.
Well, now off to the lodging house.
I'll pinch the rover man's hat.
Well, how do I look?
Erica...
Erica, darling, do say something.
I can't. I just can't.
I know I'm being silly but...
I'm so terribly... Terribly tired.
My dear, of course you are. What can I do?
Perhaps you'd better get along home.
- No. I will sit out now
- You're marvellous.
I'll be all right here.
I don't want anything to happen to you.
You'll be perfectly safe, I promise you.
Now you have a little nap and try to forget all your worries.
That's right.
Dowser! Dowser! Look after her, Dowser.
I don't want anything to happen to you either.
Good evening, Nobby.
I ain't Nobby. He's been dead since before the war.
- Have you got a bed?
- One left.
- O.K.
- Number 6
- Thanks. Is Old Will in yet?
- Will?
No, I've kept his bed. Are you a pal of his?
- Yes.
- I didn't know he had one.
Oh, yes. Good night.
I don't want any of that business. here, you understand?
And I don't want to come here again.
That's all right, then you keep out.
You will eat those words, you Finney!
Get out!
Old Will hasn't gone yet, has he?
You're his pal, you ought to know.
I just woke up.
You know which is Old Will, the china mender?
No, mate, I never heard of him.
So that's the game, is it?
So you are a pal of his after all.
How long has this racket been going on?
Will!
Who wants me?
Oh, the governor!
- Hello. A cup wants mending?
- Don't you come here racketing!
What's the trouble?
Getting your pal to bash up my china so you can mend it!
My pal?
I don't want any argument from you, it's the last time you've... What does he mean?
And who are you?
Listen, I want to talk to you.
I'll be with you in a minute, it's my work.
I've got to talk to you, it's about something very important.
What's your game?
And who says that I'm your pal?
Well, that was a mistake.
I was thinking it pretty well was.
I've traced you for nearly fifty miles.
Fifty miles, what for?
Do you know anything about a raincoat?
I don't know what are you talking about. I've got to get along.
You do know something about it.
But I'm not interested in you, I only want the coat.
Come on, Will, bash his mouth in.
He will get something he don't expect in a minute.
You got a coat from Tom's Hat, didn't you?
Well, it's mine.
I only want it as evidence, you can have it back afterwards.
It's no good asking me, I'll keep telling you I don't know nothing about it!
Why are you so obstinate?
I tell you it's a matter of life and death! It's going to save me!
It's going to save me from a charge of murder, the police are after me now!
- Come on!
- I can't come now.
Erica! I've got to find her!
Come on, I'm not finished with you yet!
What's the idea?
Wait a minute! Where are you going?
Halt, stop him!
Hurry up, Sergeant, they're just going out!
- Erica! Erica! Quick!
- What's the idea?
Drive that way!
You've got the coat?
He knows everything about it but he's keeping his mouth shut.
I'm kidnapped!
They're coming!
Come on, pal, what's the matter with the dog!
My cheese, he smells!
The coat! Look, the raincoat! Pull up, we've got it!
I didn't know what you were up to, governor.
Coming along and saying you're my pal.
And dragging me about like this I feel like a shy bride.
I'm terribly glad.
I wonder how far is the nearest telephone box.
- I ought to get on to father.
- Here you are.
It's mine, all right.
There's no belt. What have you done with the belt?
What have you done with that belt?
Belt?
Here's a stitch. What happened to it?
There was no belt on it when that bloke gave it to me.
Then it was my belt. Who do you say gave you the coat?
I told you, some fellow.
But can't you remember what he looked like?
- Yes, he blinked.
- What do you mean "blinked"?
Like this.
Anyhow, his evidence is as good as the belt, he knows that I didn't give it to him.
- Oh, no governor, it wasn't you.
- It's no good, Robert.
Of course it is, it's perfectly good proof!
The police will never believe his evidence.
What do you mean, I'm respectable.
And as for a tramp saying he was given a practically new overcoat.
They'll think it's fantastic.
I've got to talk to you more this. The police will catch up with us soon.
Where's the best place to hide?
Well, there's a Boulevard three mile off.
And there's a quiet little lane where nobody goes much.
Before you get to... Oh, what about the old mine workings? It's about a mile or so.
We'll go, Erica.
Let's try the old mine workings!
- Robert!
- Hang on, I'm coming!
- Here they are!
- Quick, they are in here!
- We left the dog behind!
- He's all right, don't mind it!
- What do you mean?
I'm going back!
Don't be such an idiot!
Come!
- Hold on, miss, hold on. - Have you got him?
- No.
- Which way did he go?
Now, miss Burgoyne. We know that you have been involved in this.
- It's no fault of your own
- Really?
I mean, we naturally saw that you were trying to track him.
I see.
When he gave you the slip, where do you think he was making for?
- I don't know.
- And he said nothing at all?
Nothing at all.
Miss Burgoyne, I'm doing all I can to make things easy for you.
Will you please try and make them easy for me?
I've got a job on here and I've got to find a murderer.
- Then why don't you?
- We're doing our best.
You're not! Can't you see what a mistake you're making?
You find a clue and follow it to death.
The evidence against him is very strong.
It's not! Can't you tell he didn't do it?
He had no reason to do it.
That woman was helping him, he told you that.
Yes, he told us a lot of things.
And if you stopped chasing him you might find the real murderer.
I should like to know why you take all this interest in this.
Because...
Because he's innocent.
He couldn't kill anything! He's much too kind and gentle.
Why, he's the finest person...
I'm sorry to have kept you waiting, gentleman.
... For what we're about to receive. May the Lord make us truly thankful.
Christopher, try not to make noises when eating your soup.
O.K.
Your father would like to see you when you finish, miss Erica.
Come in.
Come in Erica, my dear.
I wanted us to have a little talk together.
I can quite understand that you didn't want to speak in front of those detectives.
But surely there's something you want to tell me.
That might help us to find this fellow.
- No, father, there's nothing.
- I see...
You still insist on shielding a man wanted for murder.
He's not a murderer.
You know as well as I do that you are committing a criminal offence.
And I'm responsible.
You'd better read this.
Must you do this, father?
You'd better go to your room and stay there for the time being.
Is everything all right?
Has Old Will found him?
I'm going to give myself out.
That's why I came back.
I want you to tell them that I forced you to do that.
- And to say goodbye.
- I did it because I wanted to!
It's no use.
That coat with no belt was the end of everything.
I suppose they found it in the car.
Yes, they brought it in while I was being questioned.
No belt in the pocket by any chance?
No, nothing but a box of matches of the Grand Hotel.
I've got to go. Old Will's waiting.
Will you go now?
I don't want it.
Erica!
Those matches! Did you say Grand Hotel?
Yes, why?
I've never been there in my life!
Then whoever killed her...
Has been or still is at the Grand Hotel
Well, if it isn't Cinderella! What's the idea?
- What idea?
- This dressing up for the ball.
I don't know what you mean, officer.
Well, look: this.
I've been watching you for the last half hour
I'm so glad you came back.
I don't know what I'd had done without you. After all, you're the only one who can recognize him.
These boots pinch a bit. I haven't had the time to slit them for my corns.
Hadn't we better start looking for him? Yes, rather.
- Here, what's that place?
- That's the office
Well, perhaps they know that bloke that twitches. I'll go and ask.
Excuse me, miss, you don't happen to know...?
- Just a moment, please.
- All right.
No good asking her, she'll never know a thing like that.
- What if I try in there?
- Yes, anywhere.
Yes, sir?
- Table for two, please.
- Thank you.
We ought to order tea or something, we can't stay here.
I'd rather have a beer.
I don't think you can get that kind of thing here.
I'd better order because I'm the man.
- Two cups of tea, please.
- Indian or Chinese, sir?
No, tea!
Keep an eye on her while I telephone her father
Very good, Sergeant.
Haven't you seen anyone with a twitch?
- There are too many people.
- You must find him!
Well, I can't ask them all if they twitch, can I?
We have bitten more than we can chew.
He must be here, somewhere!
What sort of twitch has he?
Just in one eye?
No, both eyes.
I can't see nothing with all these people crowding about.
- Can't we go to another table?
- No, we can't, they're all taken.
Oh, we've got to take a look somehow.
- What about dancing?
- Can you dance?
No, of course not, duckie, but I don't mind having a go.
- It's only half walking, anyway
- Oh, well.
I wish I had my old boots.
I want you, old man.
Don't come in again like that.
It isn't funny and I pay someone else to make the orchestrations.
- I'm afraid it's no good, duckie
- We mustn't give up.
The cops have been watching us for the past quarter of an hour.
I know. I didn't think you had noticed.
I didn't think you had either.
They're probably looking for Mr. Tisdall.
I shouldn't take too many of those, old man.
- I take as many as I want.
- All right, all right.
I'm sorry, but I take them to stop these twitches.
Got to be stopped somehow, it's getting on my nerves.
Come on, boys, time's up.
I want to thank you for your patience and your consideration.
The whole thing's beyond me. Please, go in.
I'm sorry, sir, but it can't be helped.
Of course, go ahead. Do whatever you think fit.
There's nothing you need to do to her. I was saying there's nothing you need to do to her.
It's all right, I'm not going to give you any trouble.
It's a pity you didn't think that sooner. You might have saved a great deal of trouble.
Go and take him inside, Sergeant. I'm going to get miss Burgoyne and the old man.
Come on, boys.
- Where are they?
- Over there.
Ask them to come out, will you?
Please, stand back, he needs air Please, keep clear!
All right, let's get along.
What's happened with the band, waiter?
I don't know, sir, I was trying to find the doctor.
They don't seem to know what to do for him.
Can't we help?
Your last efforts of first aid weren't much of a success.
Can't you be human for once?
Here, let me see.
- Get some brandy, sir - Certainly.
Will! Will!
Look, Will, his eyes!
Will someone wipe the black in his face?
It's him, miss! It's him, all right.
You gave the old tramp a raincoat, didn't you?
What did you do with the belt of the raincoat?
What did I do with the belt?
I twisted it round her neck and choked her life out of her.
I found him, it's all right, it's over.
Father, don't you think we ought to ask Mr. Tisdall to dinner?
News has come from Vienna!
"Leopold of Austria has seized King Richard on his return from the Crusades.
Our king is being held prisoner. Nothing further is known.
His Highness Prince John will make... ... furtherpublic pronouncement tomorrow."
And how are the dear Saxons taking the news, Sir Guy?
They're even more worried than Longchamps, Your Highness.
They'll be more than worried whenI squeezethefat out of their pampered hides.
-You intend to act on your plans?
-What better moment than this, Sir Guy?
Whoever would have thought my dear brother... ... wouldbeso considerate as to get captured...
... andleaveallEngland to my tender care?
He may disapprove when he returns, Your Highness.
If he returns.
And I'll see to it that he doesn't.
We must drink to this moment, Sir Guy. Golden days are ahead.
I'll assign tax districts to you tomorrow.
Tomorrow, Your Highness.
-But who's gonna pay me?
-Pay! Pay!
That's all you Saxons think about.
Didn't I tell you it was for Prince John, who's just come up from London?
Stop!
Stop!
This man is freeborn! He's a landowner.
You can't make a slave of him!
Didn't he refuse to send his men to work in Guy of Gisbourne's field?
But I protest--!
Dickon, follow me!
The rest remain here.
-What's your name, you Saxon dog?
-A better one than yours.
Look to your manners! This is Sir Guy of Gisbourne.
Sir Guy or the devil! There's little to choose between them.
-What's your name?
-Much, the miller's son.
-It's death to kill the king's deer.
-And death from hunger if I don't.
Thanks to you and the rest of you Norman cutthroats at Nottingham Castle.
-Be quiet, you.
-I won't be quiet!
You can kill me if you like, but not until I've had my say.
You can beat and starve us Saxons now...
... but when King Richard escapes, he'll take you by the scruff of the neck...
... andflingyouintothesea!
-What the devil?
-Come now, Sir Guy.
-You'd not kill a man for telling the truth?
-lf it amused me, yes.
Be thankful my humor's of a different sort.
By what right do you interfere with justice?
By a better right than you have to misuse it.
That goes for your master, Prince John.
I'll give him that message at the baron's meeting in Nottingham tonight.
Thank you. He does need a bit of a talking to.
-Eh, Will?
-He has been getting rather out of hand.
-Fetch him along.
-Hold there. What's his fault?
-He's killed a royal deer.
-You're wrong.
I killed that deer.
This man's my servant.
I suppose you realize the penalty for killing the king's deer is death.
-Whether for serf or noble.
-Really?
Are there no exceptions?
-Thanks, good master.
-Better look before you shoot next time.
From this day, I follow only you. There isn't a poor Saxon in Nottingham shire that doesn't know and bless Sir Robin of Locksley.
Take me as your servant.
Why, in all the forest, there isn't a hunter as good as me.
I ask no pay. Just to follow you.
Fetch the deer, then.
While Richard is bent on adventure in foreign lands...
... itisourdutyasNormans to preserve the realm...
... bygivingloyalsupport to Prince John... ... theonlytruedefender of the Norman spirit.
Hail to Prince John.
My lords, I thank you. Well, this is what we Normans like:
Good food, good company... ... anda beautifulwoman to flatter me, eh, Lady Marian?
Was it worthwhile coming with me from London...
... toseewhatstoutfellows our Nottingham friends are?
Take Sir Guy of Gisbourne. One of our most renowned defenders of the realm.
-Must I take him, Your Highness?
-Why, you like him, don't you?
-Well, he's a Norman, of course.
-Is that the only reason for liking him?
Isn't that reason enough for a royal ward who must obey her guardian?
Oh, nay, I'd not force you, my lady.
But he's our most powerful friend in these shires and he's in love with you.
If I could promise him marriage to a royal ward, it might help my plans.
-Perhaps when I know him better.
-Of course.
You're a very wise young woman.
Any more objections to the new tax from our Saxon friends?
Objections, Your Highness?
With a Saxon dangling from every... ... gallowstree between here and Charnwood?
Well said, sir knight. But not too many, mind.
Else we'll have nobody left to till our land or pay the tax.
There's one exception I'd make, Your Highness.
-A certain Saxon noble.
-Who is that?
-Sir Robin of Locksley.
-Sir Rob-
- Sir Robin of Locksley?
I've heard precious little else since I've been here. What's his latest outrage?
Oh, nothing less than killing a royal deer in Sherwood Forest today.
And you didn't take him?
That would have been a problem, Your Highness.
-A Saxon a problem?
-He's a notorious troublemaker, my lady.
Aye. An impudent, reckless rogue...
... whogoesaroundthe shire stirring up the Saxons against authority.
And he has the insolence to set himself up as a protector of the people.
I could have captured him long ago, but... .
But what?
Well, he's the deadliest archer in England, and... .
And my brave High Sheriff of Nottingham is afraid of him.
I want him taken and hanged. At once, do you hear?
I'll not tolerate--
Open the door!
Who is this, this... ?
Sir Robin of Locksley, Your Highness.
Let him approach.
Greetings, Your Highness.
You should teach Gisbourne hospitality.
I no sooner enter his castle doors with a piece of meat...
... thanhisstarvingservants try to snatch it from me.
You should feed them, Gisbourne. They'll work better.
With the compliments of your royal brother, King Richard, God bless him!
By my faith, but you're a bold rascal.
Robin, I like you.
I'm gratified, Your Highness.
I don't think Gisbourne shares that sentiment, however.
He does look sour.
What's the matter, Gisbourne?
Run out of hangings?
-I know a ripe subject for one.
-lf you'll excuse me--
Sit down!
Sit down, my dear. He'll not harm you.
Sir Robin, this is the Lady Marian Fitzwalter.
I hope my lady had a pleasant journey from London?
What you hope can hardly be important.
What a pity her manners don't match her looks, Your Highness.
You hear that, gentlemen?
Here's Gisbourne so in love with Marian he daren't say "boo" to her andthissaucyfellow gives her better than she sends.
My lords and ladies, I would like to present to you Sir Robin of Locksley.
Sir Robin, permit me to present to you your host, Sir Guy of Gisbourne...
-... andournobleguests.
-I'm deeply honored, Your Highness.
-Have you had meat?
-None but what I brought.
Well, sit down. Sit down there opposite me.
-Get up, Sir Ivor. Give him your place.
-Your Highness!
Get up!
Get up, sir knight!
Come, Sir Ivor. Out with you.
Bring Sir Robin food at once, do you hear?
Such impudence must support a mighty appetite.
True enough, Your Highness.
We Saxons have little to fatten on by the time your tax gatherers are through.
Be seated, gentlemen. No need to stand on ceremony on my account.
So you think you're overtaxed, eh?
Overtaxed, overworked and paid off with a knife, a club or a rope.
-Why, you speak treason.
-Fluently.
I advise you to curb that wagging tongue of yours!
It's a habit I've never formed.
You know, we Saxons aren't gonna put up with these oppressions much longer.
Oh, you're not?
Then listen to this:
As you may know, my brother is a prisoner of Leopold of Austria.
And from Leopold, I have received a ransom demand of 1 50,000 gold marks.
That means that you, my friends...
... mustcollectin taxesnot 2gold marks in the pound, but 3!
And the money's to be turned over to me.
Why to you, Your Highness?
King Richard appointed Longchamps regent. I've kicked Longchamps out.
From now on, I am regent of England.
Well, confound it, what are you goggling at?
Is it so strange that I decide to rule when my brother's a prisoner?
Who's to say I shouldn't?
-You, Sir Mortimer of Leeds?
-Not I, Your Highness.
-You, Sir Boron?
-Nor I, Your Highness.
-You, Sir Ralf of Durham?
-My sword is yours, Your Highness.
And what about our young Saxon cockerel here?
What's the matter?
Have you no stomach for honest meat?
For honest meat, yes. But I've no stomach for traitors.
-You call me traitor?
-You?
Yes.
And every man here who offers you allegiance.
Your Highness.
What do you call a man who takes advantage of a king's misfortune toseizehispower?
And now, with the help of this sweet band of cutthroats...
... you'll try to grind a ransom for him out of every helpless Saxon.
A ransom that'll be used not to release Richard... ... buttobuyyourwaytothe throne .
Let me ram those words down his throat, Your Highness!
Oh, no. Later. Let him spout for the moment.
And what do you propose to do?
I'll organize revolt. Exact a death for a death.
And I'll never rest until every Saxon in this shire can stand up, free men...
... andstrikeablow for Richard and England.
-Have you finished?
-I'm only just beginning.
From this night on, I use every means in my power to fight you.
Dickon!
Such impudence, Your Highness. If I could only reach him.
Stand back!
Stand back!
Open the door!
Quick, guards, quick!
There's a traitor inside trying to escape!
-Shut the door, quick!
-Traitor, sir?
You infernal idiot!
Which way did he go?
There, through the gate.
-After him!
-Guards!
Horses!
Dickon, follow Mansfield!
To your troop!
Up you go, quick.
Tell Crippen the arrow-maker and his friends...
... topassthewordtoevery man who's been beaten or tortured:
The Gallows Oaks in Sherwood tomorrow.
-Yes, master.
Have it proclaimed in every village that this Saxon Locksley's an outlaw.
Hang anybody that gives him shelter or aid.
Yes, Your Highness.
His possessions are forfeit to the crown. Seize his castle and his lands.
Everything he owns.
And just to let the people know how the wind has changed...
-... thesooneryoubegincollectingthe--
-The ransom, Your Highness?
Yes, yes, of course. The ransom.
There's a death sentence for your Robin of Locksley!
I'll have him dangling in a week.
-I'm tired.
-What?
After a refreshing sleep in the greenwood?
I've pulled seven acorns out of my ribs.
-Lovely fresh air.
-My teeth ache with chattering.
-Nightingales singing.
-An owl hooting in my ear all night.
Hooting?
He was singing you to sleep.
There's a lusty infant. He'd be a good one to reason into joining us.
By the look of him, his quarterstaff does his reasoning for him.
-Let's see what he's made of.
-It's your skull, not mine.
-Give way, little man.
-Only to a better man than myself.
He stands before you.
Let him pass, Robin. It's much too warm to brawl with such a windbag.
When I've brushed this fly off, I'll give you a dusting for good measure.
This fly has a mighty sting, friend.
I've only a staff and you threaten me with a longbow and a goose shaft.
-Aren't you man enough--?
-Wait!
I'll get myself a staff.
-Ready?
-Yes.
Pretty fellow, play a livelier tune that I can make this puny rascal dance to.
You need a merrier tune?
Well, how's this?
If you want a lesson, you came to the right man!
-Where is he?
-Who?
-This quarterstaff master.
-Here.
Give my compliments to him.
My friend, I should ask payment for what I'm teaching you here today.
There's something on account.
There's your change.
My head hums like a swarm of bees. What's your name, friend?
-John Little. What's yours?
-Robin.
-Not Robin of Locksley?
-Aye.
-Then I'm right glad I fell in with you.
-'Twas he who did the falling in.
I wanted to see what you were made of. And I did.
-I hope you'll not hold it against me.
-On the contrary.
-I love a man that can best me.
-I'd like to join your company.
You shall.
If you can hold a breach like you held that bridge... ... you're one of us.
Welcome.
-This is Will of Gamwell.
-Yeah.
-He took care not to wet his feathers.
-Just brain over brawn, friend.
You heard Robin's orders. Look nippy now and spread the word.
"By royal decree, Robin of Locksley isdeclaredan outlaw, condemned to death."
Meet Robin in Sherwood at Gallows Oaks.
"Any person aiding him will be hanged."
Meet Robin in Sherwood at Gallows Oaks.
Robin in Sherwood.
At the Gallows Oak.
Robin in Sherwood.
Robin. Gallows Oak.
Gallows Oak.
I've called you here as freeborn Englishmen, loyal to our king.
While he reigned over us we lived in peace.
But since Prince John has seized the regency...
... GuyofGisbourneand his traitors have murdered and pillaged.
You've all suffered from their cruelty. The ear loppings, the beatings...
... theblindingswithhot irons, the burning of our homes...
... themistreatmentof ourwomen.
It's time we put an end to this!
-Robin's right.
-Aye!
Now, this forest is wide.
It can shelter, clothe and feed a band of good, determined men...
... goodswordsmen,goodarchers, good fighters!
Men, if you're willing to fight for our people, I want you.
Are you with me?
Aye!
Aye!
Then kneel and swear this oath.
That you, the freemen of this forest, swear to despoil the rich... ... onlytogivetothepoor.
To shelter the old and helpless... ... toprotectallwomen, rich or poor, Norman or Saxon.
Swear to fight for a free England.
To protect her loyally until the return of our king and sovereign... ... RichardtheLion-Heart.
And swear to fight to the death against our oppressors!
We do!
We do solemnly swear!
String him up again!
-He'll die if we lash him again, my lord.
-Oh, he'll die, will he?
Another one of their Saxon impudences. They'll do anything to trick us.
Continue!
-Mercy, good master! Have mercy!
-Start him dancing!
This will teach you to defy Prince John!
Father!
Father!
Stop!
Five men dead.
Murdered. Sir Ivor, Nigel, Baldwin, Norbert.
-You don't have to name them.
-Our men can't lay a hot iron intheeyesofa taxdodgerwithout getting an arrow in the throat.
-He's got to be stopped!
-Have you tried to stop him?
Yes, but I couldn't find him.
What chance has anyone of finding him?
Every villager and woodcutter's his friend.
Every runaway serf and Saxon thief in the shire is joining him.
I've sent spies in the forest to find out his hiding place...
-... buthestrikes,and gonelike aflash .
-While you stay safely at home.
Do you question my valor?
Am I not personally commanding the force...
... thatgoeswithSir Guy and Lady Marian to Kenworth Castle...
... toguardthetax moneyheis bringing back, with my sword and my life?
I only hope this murderer does come out of his hiding place.
You hope!
Enough of this wrangling!
I'll lay this outlaw by the heels when I get back.
Well, well. A curtal friar, and a mighty fat one at that.
-He's the man we need. I'll enlist him.
-Be careful, Robin.
That's the friar of Fountain's Abbey. He's noted--
Yeah, that's right. Noted for his piety.
A humble soul, he is, with a heart as gentle as a lamb.
-Be easy with him, master.
-Oh, I won't harm him.
You stay here lest you frighten him. Don't interfere.
But that friar's one of the most dangerous swordsmen--
Bless my soul, a miracle!
A robber-thief!
Give me back my mutton joint!
If you're a robber you'll get nothing from me. I'm a curtal friar and vowed to poverty.
If this is poverty, I'll gladly share it with you.
That's what you are doing. Give me back my mutton joint!
Not so close, my ponderous one.
-I'd have a word with you.
-Well?
I live in the forest with good fellows... ... who've everything in life save spiritual guidance.
And no merit but one.
-And what's that?
-We're outlaws.
Since we're newborn to the greenwood, we need someone to do our christenings.
-So we've chosen you.
-Not I.
They've probably all got your taking ways.
Of course. But you'll love them, one and all.
Let's waste no more time. We'll take the shortcut across the stream.
-Come.
-I'll not. I'm happy here.
You will come.
Now then, since I don't care to get my feet wet... ... you'll carry me across on your back.
-On my back?
-Bend!
You must learn obedience.
Come on, bend.
On, now!
Come on! On!
On! Faster! I'll have a gallop from you yet.
Come now, fat one.
Why not give up? You can see I'm a better swordsman.
After I let a little air into your bellows you'll whistle a different tune.
By Our Lady, you're the fairest swordsman I ever met.
Must we go on, then? I think we're even now, friar.
Even? Nay.
You're still ahead of me by half a leg of mutton.
-So-- -No.
Hold there, friar. Enough.
come with me and I'll promise you the finest venison pasty... ... andthebiggestyou everate.
Beef, boar's head, casks of ale.
If you'd said that before, you'd have saved us both a wetting. Come along.
-You'll join us?
-Aye.
If only to convert you from your thieving ways.
You're Robin Hood, aren't you?
The holy henchman!
Hail, doubting friar!
-Robin.
-Aye?
He's well named Friar Tuck.
It would take half the deer in Sherwood Forest to fill that cavern.
And twice that to fill your empty head.
-Whoa, Will!
-What news, Will?
-I've got word--
-It's all right. He's one of us.
One of us?
He looks like three of us.
Aye. And equal to a full dozen.
Now, now, now, now. Friar Tuck, Will Scarlett. What's it, Will?
Sir Guy of Gisbourne is stopping by the way tonight.
-Has he got the tax money?
-A fortune!
-When does he enter Sherwood?
-Tomorrow.
We'll have to postpone that stuffing match, but it'll be double tomorrow!
Come! Back to camp, men! Here, curb your appetite with that.
-Are you ready, men?
-Aye.
-See anything of them?
-Not yet.
Is everything ready?
They'll think they've got into a blooming hornet's nest.
There they come.
Hadn't we better send out flanking guards?
What for?
Well, this is Sherwood, you know, and Robin Hood--
-Afraid of that gallows-face?
-Afraid?
Certainly not, sir.
But it's here that he's boldest.
Don't worry. We're more than enough to take care of him.
Outlaws have no face to show themselves against armed troops.
Are you sure?
I seem to remember--
He jumps out of ambush at small parties, but he wouldn't dare to attack us.
-Well, you old rooster, what do you see?
-Make ready. They're in two sections.
-Do you see Sir Guy?
-He's leading the second.
The treasure wagon is with him.
Sir Guy and the sheriff are watering their horses.
-The advance guard's far ahead.
-Good. Little John!
Take your men and cut off the first section. You surround the advance guard.
Personally!
-Ready, men?
-Aye, Robin!
Then stand ready for the signal. Come, Will. come on, let's welcome Sir Guy.
-Look!
-The guard!
Quick!
Welcome to Sherwood, my lady.
What, Sir Guy, no greeting from you?
Why, that's curious.
I've often heard that you'd give me a warm welcome if ever we met again.
-You're permitting this without even--?
-Fighting?
-I'm afraid he has no choice, my lady.
-Well, I have, you impudent rascal!
You're not going to harm my lamb, my honeysuckle.
Be still, Bess.
We've nothing but peaceful intentions. Have we, men?
We only want to stroke his pretty neck.
-We won't harm him much.
-You see?
Well, let's away.
Don't bother to mark the way. It'll take keener men than you've got...
-... tofindourcampagain.
-You'll hang for this, all of you.
A small price to pay for the company of such a charming lady.
What can a Saxon hedge-robber know of charm? Or ladies?
-She means you.
-Me? A hedge-robber?
You must tell me more about myself. You may have been misinformed.
Perhaps, but I don't find it interesting enough to bother about.
You just harm one hair of my lady's head andthatuglyfaceofyours willwalk about with no neck under it.
Now, mind!
-What are you staring at?
-I ain't never been out walking...
-... witha femalebefore.
-What female?
-You.
-Well, of all the impudence!
I suppose you say that to all women that tickle your fancy.
I've never tickled a woman's fancy before.
No, I've never had a sweetheart.
Do you mean to say you never had one single sweetheart in all your life?
You don't know what you missed, my lad.
I've had the bands on five times.
My lord! Your robes for the feast. Hurry up, put them on.
-I won't!
-You will!
I will!
I will!
To them, this is heaven.
Silks for rags, kindness instead of riches, limitless food instead of hunger.
-Why, they're actually happy.
-Are they?
Aren't you even a little pleased to see them enjoying themselves?
I think it's revolting.
Your life's been very sheltered, hasn't it, my lady? Too sheltered, perhaps.
But if you could know these people as I know them. Their patience, loyalty, goodness.
Friar Tuck!
These should fit Sir Guy.
Me lord. Here is your raiment for the banquet.
When you've done with them, give them to Prince John.
To the tables, everybody, and stuff yourselves!
May I serve you, my lady?
I'm afraid the company has spoiled my appetite.
Misfortune. Now, mine is excellent.
-A little mutton, my lady?
-I said I'm not hungry.
Why, so you did. I'd forgotten.
Well, you will let me know if you regain your appetite, won't you?
Friends!
Friends!
I'd supposed, with you, that this Sir Guy of Gisbourne was a scurvy fellow...
... anda bitterenemyofours .
He provides us with this tasty supper.
And is this the end of his beneficence? Why, no!
For in his train today... ... he's brought us half a score of boxes full of jewels and silks...
... andmore,about30,000goldenmarks wrested from the northern shires.
-You wouldn't dare.
-Sit down!
Some of you might think our host... ... intendedthistreasure for the coffers of Prince John...
... insteadofto ransomthe king.
But a strange thing happened.
A change of heart overtook him in the forest, and there it is, safe and sound!
-You speak of loyalty. -Yes.
Why not?
I suppose you and your cutthroats intend to send this treasure to Richard?
You wouldn't dream of keeping it yourselves.
Friends!
What shall we do with this treasure?
Divide it amongst ourselves?
-Hold it for Richard!
-It belongs to the king!
-Convinced?
-I may have been hasty... .
But why you, a knight...
... shouldliveherelikeananimal, robbing, killing, outlawed... ?
Are you really interested in learning why I turned outlaw?
Or are you afraid of the truth?
Or of me, perhaps?
-I'm afraid of nothing.
Least of all of you.
-Good.
Then come with me.
Oh, so you are afraid.
-Well, men.
-Hi!
Hardly an inspiring sight for such pretty eyes as yours, I'm sure.
But these poor devils have all had their homes burned.
Their families beaten and starved to death by your tax gatherers.
-Bless you. We'll never forget you. -Our humble thanks, master.
-May we be worthy, Robin.
-You are, mother, you are.
-Have you eaten well, friend?
-Yes, thank you, Robin Hood.
We humbly thank you, master.
I'm sorry to have to show you that. But once these poor people were happy and contented.
Just simple villagers who never harmed a soul.
And now... .
Tortured,eyesput out , tongues slit, ears hacked off.
They come to me for protection against your Norman friends.
But you've taken Norman lives.
Yes, those that deserved it. The cruel and unjust.
You're a strange man.
Strange?
Because I can feel for beaten, helpless people?
No, you're strange because you want to do something about it.
You're willing to defy Sir Guy, even Prince John himself. To risk your own life.
-And one of those men was a Norman.
-Norman or Saxon. What's that matter?
-It's injustice I hate, not the Normans. -But it's lost you your rank, your lands.
It's made you a hunted outlaw whenyoumighthave lived in comfort and security.
What's your reward for all this?
Reward?
You just don't understand, do you?
I'm sorry.
I do begin to see a little now.
If you do, then that's reward enough.
Now that you've robbed us and had your fill of insulting us, we wish to leave.
-Come, Lady Marian.
-My men will escort my lady.
But before you leave, it might be well if you thanked her for saving your life.
My life?
Do you think you would have left this forest alive... ... if it hadn't been for her presence here?
-Peter! Harold!
-Yes, master?
Take six men and guide our loyal host and his nervous friend... -... totheNottinghamRoad.
-But our horses, our clothes.
You'll return to Nottingham as you are, on foot.
This, Sir Guy, will at least be a lesson to you in humility, if not in mercy.
-Your people will be returned tomorrow.
-But the Lady Marian.
You'd best be started before I have a change of mind.
I think we'd better go.
Now, my lady.
Friar Tuck!
Little John!
Take the lady to the Abbey of the Black Canons...
... sotomorrowthebishop can give her escort the rest of the way.
-May I go too?
-With your permission, my lady?
Goodbye, my lady.
Goodbye.
-He took everything you had collected?
-Every silver penny.
And you two nincompoops sat there and let him do it.
-Oh, we resisted as well as we could.
-Where are your wounds?
Your bruises?
-And where are your men?
-What did Your Highness expect?
With the Lady Marian in our company and Locksley's men outnumbering us.
And not an arrow wound to divide among them, I suppose.
And more than 30,000 marks in the hands of that wolf's head.
That fellow's got to be taken. Understand?
And how does Your Highness suggest that he be taken?
-lf I may be so bold as to inquire?
-Mind your words, Gisbourne.
You're fortunate not to be paying for this with your head.
Your Highness, sir, I could muster an army and surround Sherwood.
-You couldn't capture him...
-You mind your words.
... ifhesatinyour lap shooting arrows at a crow.
Arrows!
-He said shooting arrows at a crow.
-Take that silly looking bonnet off.
That stirs something in my mind. Perhaps we can't take him by force.
He's too well protected. Knows Sherwood's hidden paths well. But--
-But what?
-We'll outwit him.
We'll hold an archery tournament!
Archery tour--
And have him fly in on the end of one of his own arrows?
That's marvelous.
He's the finest archer in the North.
Think he'd forgo shooting againstthearchersofallEngland?
We'll give a prize. Say, a golden arrow.
And ask him to risk his neck for that?
That won't be the only bait, with the Lady Marian presenting the arrow herself.
What do you mean?
When they came out of the forest, she seemed very friendly.
And didn't you notice how his eyes never left her?
-Yes, yes, I noticed.
-Well, then!
-Well, then, how do we get word to him?
-Get word to Robin...
... whohasan eyeineverybush and ears in every wall?
But even if he comes, won't he be disguised?
Whether he be dressed as priest, beggar, knight... ... palmer,whatdisguisecan conceal the finest archer in England?
The man who wins the golden arrow will be Robin Hood.
Will you take that bonnet off?
I hope our little golden hook will catch the fish.
-You hope?
-Oh, it will if he's here.
If he's not, we'll stick your head upon the target and shoot at that.
-Are your men sure of their orders?
-Yes.
They're stationed all around the field. Even a worm couldn't get through.
You talk as if this were a trap.
No, my dear. Just a precaution in case the Saxons create a disturbance.
By orders of His Highness Prince John... ... thechampions of Sir Guy and the knights...
... willbelimitedtothreeflights of arrows for the eliminations.
The winning team will meet all comers.
-You know it's a trap.
-A golden arrow, from the lady herself.
-They've cooked this up to take you.
-Well, what of it?
-You know what'll happen if they do.
-Where's your sporting blood?
Sir Guy accepted our invitation. We'd be rude not to accept his.
-It'd be ruder to get your neck stretched.
-There, my band getting fat and overfed.
Where's your love of fights, risk, adventure?
Since our friend seems to have gone a little mad, I'll have to see him through.
We'll have to see him through.
Prepare final flight.
Does my lady find it interesting? Lady Marian?
-Oh, I'm sorry.
-I asked if you found it interesting.
Yes, very. They're splendid archers.
You'll find it much more interesting later on.
The winning team will compete as individuals.
Captain Phillip of Arras.
Elwyn the Welshman. Matt of Sleaford.
They now challenge all comers.
The men who'd shoot against that lot have to have the eyes of a falcon.
They're far too good for me. I'm not shooting today.
Remaining archers will use center target.
Matt of Sleaford, out!
Elwyn the Welshman, out!
-The tall tinker.
-Now is the time.
Not so hasty, Sir Guy. I'm enjoying myself. Let them finish the match.
-But he could--
-Have your men close in if you wish.
Look.
Yeah, they're closing in. I hope Robin sees them.
I must commend Your Highness for the subtlety of your scheme.
Very good. Would you say you'd seen that tall fellow before?
And if I had, what interest could a tinker have for me?
Phillip of Arras shoots next.
Tie! You will be allowed another flight.
Target's a deal too close. can we have it removed to a fit distance to shoot at?
Another 20 paces!
If your archer captain wins at that distance... ... I'll give you 1 000 gold marks for him.
Win or lose, I'll give him to Your Highness for a favor.
Provided you let me deal with this wolf's head in my own way.
Done. I'm leaving for Norwich right after the tournament anyway...
... soyoumaydowhat youplease with him.
Why, he can't win now. No living man could beat that shot.
I'll wager 1 00 marks on Phillip of Arras!
He split Phillip's arrow.
The tinker wins! He wins!
-What is your name, archer?
-Godfrey of Sherwood, Your Highness.
How is it that a tinker learned so well the use of arms?
Even a peaceful tinker... ... mustprotecthimselfthesedays from treachery and other things.
It's earned you more than you bargained for today.
I pronounce you champion archer of England.
From the gracious hand of Lady Marian Fitzwalter, you'll receive your reward.
Advance.
I... .
Hereis yourprize,sirarcher.
It's indeed an honor to receive it from the hands of so beautiful a lady.
-How is it you didn't use a black arrow?
-That's my court of last resort, Sir Guy.
-Its verdict is always final.
-Arrest this man!
That's a good idea.
You're a very rash young man.
And I'm sorry I can't be in Nottingham to see what Gisbourne has in store for you.
-It'll be something special, I'm sure.
-I'm sure.
Sorry I underestimated you. Next time perhaps--
There'll be no next time. Take him away!
"Robin of Locksley. Known to some as the outlaw Robin Hood.
After trial, in which you did not produce one witness in your behalf...
... you've been found guilty of outlawry, theft, murder, abduction...
... falsepretenses, contempt of the Crown...
... poachinginroyalforests and high treason."
Haven't you forgotten a count or two?
Surely it's a crime under the noble Prince John to love one's country.
To protect serfs from injustice and be loyal to one's king.
If I could add anything to the charges against you, I would most gladly do so.
"It is the sentence of this tribunal, that on the morrow at noon you be taken...
... tothesquareinNottinghamandthere hanged by the neck until you are dead."
There may be some who will regret that a man of your peculiar talents...
... shouldbecutoff soearlyinlife. But personally--
You think the sentence extremely lenient. Thank you.
What's troubling you, my lady?
Is it the outlaw?
Yes.
I hate to see a human being trapped... .
Bess, you know where his men may be found, don't you?
-Why, my lady, how should I know?
-Don't put me off.
That little man who liked you. You've been seeing him?
-Yes, my lady.
-Tell me where.
-Do you want to send a message?
-To his men, yes.
Well, my lady, I have had a nip of ale of a night, just now and again...
... at a place in the town and I won't deny as some of the others were there.
Where was it?
Oh, Bess, please tell me!
It was a tavern, my lady. The Saracen's Head in Pilgrim court.
-The landlord's name is Humility Prin.
-Humility Prin.
Knock at the door and say, "A Locksley."
-"A Locksley."
-Yes, but--
Get me a cloak, quickly!
Yes, madame. Oh, dear... .
-But there must be some way-- -couldn't we storm the place?
Why, you'd need an army with a battering ram to even dent it.
Aye, he'll be hanged for sure.
Maybe Little John's right. Perhaps we should--
A Locksley.
-What is it, Prin?
-A lady, sir. The Lady Marian.
-What?
-It's a trap, Will. Watch those windows.
She has the password, all right.
-Is she alone?
-Yes, sir.
Fetch her in.
-What do you want, my lady?
-I want to help him.
-How did you find us here?
-Never mind that now.
Please don't stand there staring. Tell me what I can do.
-Don't trust her. It's a Norman trick.
-Would I come alone if it were a trap?
What's to prevent your killing me if--?
Is there no one here with sense enough to see?
One moment.
We have to make sure, my child. You're a good daughter of the church?
You swear by Our Lady that you want to help Robin?
I swear, good Father.
-Have you thought of a way?
-Yes.
-Can you get us in the castle? -That's no good.
He's heavily guarded.
But I thought of another way. Listen.
-This is a rare treat, isn't it, my lady?
-Yes, isn't it?
With Locksley out of the way, we'll stamp out the rest.
Won't it be a pleasant surprise for Prince John when he returns?
To think that I was once foolish enough to believe that you rather liked him.
Why, your hand is trembling.
Take him to the gallows.
Take him up there.
He'll not be so insolent when they've stretched his neck.
Get ready.
Stop him!
Stop!
Guards!
Friar Tuck!
Much!
-Here we are, sir!
-Here we are, safe and sound!
Back to camp!
Robin!
Where are you?
Here I am. Stand by!
He is different from anyone I've ever known.
He's, well, he's brave and he's reckless, and yet he's gentle and kind.
He's not brutal like... .
Tell me, when you are in love, is it...
... well,isit hardtothinkofanybody but one person?
Yes, indeed, and sometimes there's a bit of trouble sleeping.
I know, but it's a nice kind of not sleeping.
Yes, and it affects your appetite too.
Not that I've noticed it's done that to you exceptwhenhe was waiting to be hanged.
Does it make you want to be with him all the time?
Yes.
And when he's with you, your legs are weak as water.
Tell me, my lady, when he looks at you, do you feel a kind of prickly feeling...
... likegoosypimplesrunning all up and down your spine?
-Then there's not a doubt of it.
-Doubt of what?
That you're in love!
What do you want?
Robin!
-I must say. I must say!
-Keep quiet, Bess.
Are you completely mad?
-Why did you come here?
-To see you.
But don't you realize that--?
My men told me what you did for me, so I've come to thank you.
And after what I couldn't help overhearing about that prickly feeling...
... I'm very glad I did come.
That was a game. Now, you've got to go at once!
A game?
Well, couldn't I join in?
Of course, I probably wouldn't be as good at it as this pretty young girl.
But I could do my best.
Bess, will you leave us?
Please!
Now, let's see, where does this game begin?
Oh, I know. It's simple. We'll start where you're in love with me.
You are, aren't you?
Because I am with you, terribly.
That's why I came. I had to see you again.
You must go at once. And I don't love you.
-Oh! Are you sure?
-Yes.
Very well then, I'll go.
This is rather unfriendly of you, exposing me to my enemies like this.
Let me see. There's a fat old captain of the guard down there with bow legs.
If I drop on him that'll bend them out worse.
An archer!
He's too thin. I might miss him altogether.
-Robin!
-The very thing.
Five men-at-arms in a group. They'll break the fall beautifully.
-Goodbye, my lady!
-Robin!
-Yes?
-Please.
Then you do love me?
Don't you?
-Don't you?
-You know I do.
Well, that's different.
-Do you know you're very impudent?
-Me?
You are!
When my guardian, King Richard, finds out about your being in love with me--
-I know, he'll make me court jester.
-He won't!
He'll stick your funny head on London Gate.
And a fine decoration it will be, my bold Norman beauty.
-I'm not bold.
-Well, you're Norman.
Well, I don't hold that against you. And you are a beauty.
-You're the most beautiful--
-You're leaving at once.
Please, darling, every minute you're here you're in danger.
I'll go.
-Marian, will you come with me?
-To Sherwood?
I've nothing to offer you but a life of hardship and danger... ... but we'd be together.
-But, Robin, dear--
-It's asking a lot, but who knows how long it'll be before Richard returns.
Friar Tuck could marry us. Will you?
Because I love you, Robin, I'd come.
Even the danger would mean nothing if you were with me.
Then you will?
No. Listen to me, darling. You remember that day in Sherwood Forest?
I realized then for the first time that what you were doing was right...
... andthatwe werewrong.
No, let me finish.
You taught me England is bigger than Normans and Saxons...
... fightingandhatingeachother.
That it belongs to all of us, to live peacefully together...
... Ioyalonlyto Richardand toEngland.
But, darling, you could help.
I could help much more by watching for treachery here...
... andleavingyoufreetoprotect Richard's people until he returns.
Now do you see why you have to go back to your men alone?
Go now, quickly, dearest.
-Goodbye, darling.
-Goodbye.
-Goodbye, my love.
-Goodbye.
-You gentlemen have traveled far?
-Yes, quite a distance.
I'm sorry I can't give you better food.
-There is little left to us these days.
-This will be enough.
The inn at Luton was well supplied. How is that?
That's a Norman inn.
But it's an outrage!
I'll complain to Prince John.
I'll have this rascal's ears, no matter how. Dares to rob me!
Strip my person of jewels!
What's this country coming to whena highchurchman can't travel the forest in safety?
-Who's he?
-The Bishop of the Black Canons.
-Do you wish to go on after dinner?
-No.
We can't reach the abbey tonight.
-I'll stay. Tend to the horses.
-Yes, Your Grace.
-Bring food to us!
-Yes, Your Grace, at once!
It's no longer safe to journey anywhere. Robbers at every turn of the road.
-What happened, Your Grace?
-I told you!
We've been robbed.
Not a chance to defend ourselves. They burst on us from ambush.
-Who did?
-Why, Robin Hood, of course.
There's no other with impudence enough.
Robin Hood again, sire.
-You've heard of him, then?
-Oh, he seems well known hereabouts.
-Oh, then you're strange to this shire?
-More or less.
What might be your names, gentlemen?
We're hardly important enough to deserve your interest.
-Landlord, where's our ale?
-Coming, sirs.
Will you gentlemen be remaining here tonight?
We hadn't decided, Your Grace. What would you advise?
Well, there's so much danger on the road, you'd be far safer here.
We will then, since we'll have the added pleasure of your company.
I should like to stay, but I recollected some urgent affairs at my abbey.
Some other time, or perhaps you would break your journey... -... andsupwithmetomorrow.
-Your Grace is too kind.
Then I bid you good evening, gentlemen, and God speed you in the morning.
Thank you. Good night.
The window!
Are there beds prepared, landlord?
Let's to sleep, then. I'm tired.
-I'm afraid he suspects, sire.
-I fear so.
His Grace is a Norman. Did you see the fear on the landlord's face when he came in?
I've seen it in the faces of thousands since we returned.
I ought never to have left England.
I noticed when Robin Hood's name is mentioned--
The mysterious outlaw whom we have sought.
In vain. However, the bishop didn't have any difficulty meeting him.
Which gives me an idea.
-And you're sure it was Richard?
-No doubt of it.
How like my dear brother this is!
He couldn't rot in Durnstein like any decent man.
-But Richard has no army.
-No, Your Highness.
-lf he had, we should have heard of it.
-lf my brother happened to be killed--
-England would have a new king.
-That would be murder! I'll have no part--
You'll do as you're told! That's very simple. Keep your mouth closed.
Your Highness, I beg of you!
How long will you retain your abbey if Richard survives to find out...
... what you've been up to these years he's been away?
Go on, Gisbourne. Who's to... ?
Dickon was a knight before your brother hacked off his spurs...
... oversomelittlemischance.
There's nothing he wouldn't do for a king who'd restore him to rank.
-You don't love my brother, I hear.
-I have little reason to, Your Highness.
-You know this tavern?
-Yes.
If Richard dies--
Dickon returns to the roll of English knights.
Am I not right?
With the manor and estate of Robin of Locksley to support his rank.
-When shall I start?
-Now. How many men will you need?
I shall do it better alone, Your Highness.
The sooner you're crowned king--
The better for my friends?
You're a clever fellow, Gisbourne.
Thank you, Your Majesty.
Return to your abbey and make preparations to proclaim me king...
... hereinNottingham, the day after tomorrow.
Do you suppose she heard?
I don't know.
Now you know why Robin's got to find King Richard at once and warn him.
Take this note to Much at Saracen's Head.
My lady's hearing is a little defective tonight.
When you knock at a lady's door as if it were a tavern, you deserve to wait.
You seem upset.
Upset?
Why should I be?
Oh, come now, my dear Lady Marian. You've played the innocent long enough.
-Let's be frank with one another.
-I don't see the need.
You're charming, but not exactly clever.
You couldn't have failed tooverhearwhatPrinceJohn and I were talking about.
Oh, no, no, no. Please don't trouble to deny it.
And your first thought, as Richard's loyal ward, was to warn him.
-Am I not right?
-Why, how could I warn Richard?
How did Locksley and his men arrange his escape...
... fromhangingafterthe archerymatch?
Someone here in the castle must have got word to him.
That's ridiculous!
When Richard's in danger, what more natural...
... thanthatyoushouldtry to warn him through Locksley?
And you do intend to warn him, don't you?
-Don't you?
-No!
If that's true, perhaps you'd explain before Prince John andtheCourtofExecution the meaning of this.
Guard!
Escort my Lady Marian to the Great Hall.
Not only has she consorted with this Saxon rebel...
... foundguiltyof outlawry,theft, murder, abduction and high treason...
... butshehasbetrayed her own Norman people.
Are you not ashamed, my Lady Marian?
Yes, I am.
Bitterly.
But it's a shame that I'm a Norman afterseeingthethingsmyfellow countrymen have done to England.
At first I wouldn't believe.
Because I was a Norman I wouldn't let myself believe thatthehorrorsyou inflicted on the Saxons weren't just.
I know now why you tried so hard to kill this outlaw whom you despised.
It's because he was the one man in England who protected the helpless...
... againstbeasts who were drunk on human blood!
And now you intend to murder your own brother!
You'll be sorry you interfered.
Sorry?
I'd do it again if you kill me for it.
A prophetic speech, my lady, for that is exactly what is going to happen to you.
You wouldn't dare.
I'm the royal ward of King Richard and no one but the king himself...
... hastherighttocondemnmetodeath.
You are quite right, my dear.
And it shall be a king who will order your execution for high treason...
... exactly48hoursfromnow.
Take her away.
-You got it all in your stupid head now?
-Of course I have.
Well, give Robin the whole message exactly like I told it to you.
Bess, where was Dickon supposed to find King Richard?
Oh, never mind him!
What do I care about your kings and thrones and such?
Robin has gotta do something to save my baby!
Come on, old girl. Robin will look after her, all right.
-Where's Dickon heading for?
-Kent Road Tavern.
Kent Road Tavern?
You can save three miles and cut him off through Low Wood.
Come on, lass, give us a kiss and wish me luck.
Hurry up and take your ugly face out of here.
Oh, Much. Oh, you will be careful, won't you?
Of course I will.
Greetings, sir abbot!
-You've traveled far this morning?
-Too far to be patient with delay now.
Perhaps it's the weight of your purse that wearies you. I can remedy that.
If it weighs more than a just amount I'll share it with those who have less.
You think I hand my purse to every rough lout who asks for it?
You see, sir abbot?
We're poor outlaws, with nothing to eat but the king's deer whileyouhaveproperty, rents, and silver.
I've traveled far on the king's business and the silver I have left...
... equalsnomorethan60marks .
What?
Are you friendly to our good King Richard?
I love no man better.
By that speech you save half your money.
Give me 30 marks for the poor and the rest you may keep.
Then I can go free?
Any friend of Richard's is free of this forest. Would you honor us by sharing meat with us?
-Gladly.
-Then come.
-Well, sir rascal, tell me, who are you?
-I'm called Robin Hood.
It seems I've heard of you.
-Nothing good, I hope.
-Oh, now I remember!
How does your loyalty to Richard set on a killer of knights...
... a poacher of the king's deer and an outlaw?
Those I kill died from misusing the trust that Richard left them.
And the worst rogue of these is the king's own brother.
-Oh, then you blame Prince John.
-No, I blame Richard.
His task was defending his people... ... insteadofdesertingthem to fight in foreign lands.
What? You'd condemn Holy crusades?
I'll condemn anything that leaves the task of holding England... ... tooutlawslikeme.
Much!
-Much, what's happened to you?
-Take me to Robin, quick!
-Much, what's happened?
-King Richard's in England. In Sherwood!
What?
Prince John sent Dickon to Kent Road Tavern last night to kill the king.
-Take 50 men to the Kent Road Tavern--
-No need, master, no need.
I headed Dickon off. He ain't gonna murder no one no more.
-But the king?
Where is he?
-I don't know, master.
Men, Richard must be found.
He must be brought here for safety.
Little John, take a party and scour the country.
Friar Tuck, into the town. Will, search every inn and cottage.
Don't rest, day or night, until he's found.
Understand?
You don't need to search for Richard, Robin.
-He's in good hands.
The best in England.
-What do you mean?
Where is he?
Here!
Sire.
All these have remained loyal.
Rise, Sir Robin.
Rise, men of Sherwood.
Sire, Prince John's calling Bishop of the Black Canons...
... toproclaimhimking in Nottingham tomorrow.
-How'd you learn this?
-Lady Marian. She overheard.
They've taken her for treason.
She's been condemned to the block for warning us.
He wouldn't dare execute the king's ward.
You underestimate him. If we're to save her and your throne, we've got to act now!
By attacking Nottingham castle?
Without an army it'll be much too strong. Your men will be killed.
If the Bishop of the Black Canons is performing the ceremony tomorrow...
... supposewevisithim at his abbey tonight... ... andpersuadehimtosuggestaway.
Brace up.
Smile!
Wider!
Still sure it wasn't you who warned my brother I was in England?
Why, sire, believe me, l--
Your Grace, smile!
You'll sweat the lard off that fat carcass of yours...
... before this day's over, my pudgy friend.
And I hope some Norman sword whittles you down to size!
Oh, Lord, we beseech thee.
Sanctify this thy servant, our royal Prince John.
Enrich his noble heart and bestow upon him all princely virtues.
Amen.
No news of Richard.
No. None, Your Highness.
Then Dickon must have--
Sir Dickon, Your Highness.
Of course. Of course.
We are ready for the ceremony, Your Majesty.
Remember.
By what authority do you, John Lackland, Prince of England...
... claimtobe crownedthisday, sovereign of the realm...
... andasdefenderoftheHolySepulcher, to receive the blessing of the church?
By right of blood succession. According to the law of the realm.
Is it of your own free will that you thus depose your brother...
... RichardtheLion-HeartofEngland?
Richard no longer exists!
From this moment forward, I, John, am king of England!
Aren't you a little premature, brother?
Richard!
The Lion-Heart!
He's lying!
He's an imposter!
-The king lives!
-Men of Sherwood!
Robin Hood!
It's a trick of the outlaws! Kill him! Seize him!
Did I upset your plans?
You've come to Nottingham once too often!
When this is over, there'll be no need for me to come again.
Your sword, Gisbourne.
-Know any prayers, my friend?
-I'll say one for you!
Save yourself, Robin!
The door, quick! Quick, or I'll trim that beard for you!
But, Richard, Richard! I thought--
-You thought I was murdered!
-Oh, no, no.
I didn't mean to... .
After all, Richard, I am your brother.
Yes, sire, he is your brother.
Yes, my brother.
I could forgive you if your treachery were against me and not my subjects.
I banish you and your followers from England for the remainder of my lifetime.
Take them away.
See that they leave England.
I further banish from my realm all injustices and oppressions...
... whichhaveburdenedmypeople. And I pray that under my rule...
... NormansandSaxonsalike will share the rights of Englishmen.
Long live Richard the Lion-Heart!
What about you, Robin?
My sword is yours, sire, now and always.
Is there nothing the king can grant the outlaw...
... whoshowedhim his duty to his country?
Yes, Your Majesty, a pardon for the men of Sherwood.
Granted with all my heart.
Long live Richard the Lion-Heart!
But is there nothing for yourself?
There's but one thing else, sire.
And do you too wish... ?
More than anything in the world, sire.
Kneel, Robin Hood.
Arise, Robin, Baron of Locksley, Earl of Sherwood and Nottingham...
... andlordof allthe landsandmanors appertaining thereto.
My first command to you, my lord earl...
... istotakeinmarriage the hand of the Lady Marian.
Long live Robin Hood! Long live Robin Hood!
Long live Lady Marian!
And what say you to that, Baron of Locksley?
May I obey all your commands with equal pleasure, sire!
Bull's-eye.
-It's dead as a doornail around here.
-Yeah.
How about seeing a picture, Rocky?
There's one at the Academy on 14th.
-Yeah, what?
-Covered Wagon.
It's new, just come out.
-You got any dough?
-No.
You got any?
No.
Oh, look.
There's Rocky Sullivan. Walk right by him like we don't see him.
Hey, Rocky, there's Laury Martin coming.
So what?
Oh, my books, they're coming loose.
Say, that ain't a bad-looking doll, that one in the middle.
-The one with the pretzel legs.
-He means you, Laury.
-Why, the fresh--
-Don't be so smart-alecky, Rocky.
-Go on.
Beat it, pigtails.
-Trying to show off, ain't you?
-Scram, before I wipe the street with you.
-You better wipe your nose first.
-Is that so?
I'll fix you.
-You better scram.
You know the Rocky.
-Come on.
-Leave me alone, I can handle him.
Wait till I get down there.
I'll fix you.
-I'll slap you down.
-Oh!
Why, you, you--
Shut up.
Come on.
Let's get out of here, dig up some corn.
You won't get away with that, Rocky. I'll get even someday.
You just wait.
Say, maybe this winter we can hop a freight to Florida.
They say you can go swimming there, even in January.
Sure, we can even hop one to California if we wanted to.
Look here, "Rubelin Coal Company, Pittsburgh, Pennsylvania. "
It's too bad it ain't winter.
We could grab a couple bags of those coals.
"Everwrite Fountain Pen Company. " I wonder what's in there.
Come on.
Let's take a look.
It's loaded full of cases. Fountain pens.
Hundreds of them.
-We can break that easy.
-We shouldn't, we don't need those pens.
-It ain't like stealing coal to keep warm.
-We can sell them.
Now, listen. What we don't take, we ain't got.
Look around.
See what you can find to break that lock.
All right, whoever's in here, come on out.
Come on out, I say!
-What's the trouble?
-Just a couple of kids.
I heard them.
Come on out of there.
Come on, you hoodlums. You won't get away.
-Come out, or I'll come in after you.
-Let's make a break for it, Jerry, now.
Come on, Rocky!
Jump!
Hi, Snowflakes.
-Hi, Jerry.
-Hello.
What do you hear?
What do you say?
Sit down.
-How they treating you, Rocky?
-Like a prince.
I get three square meals and real butter on my bread.
What a life.
-Is that a bad cut on your eye?
-Not bad.
Just a few stitches.
I thought you knocked your eye out. You coming to my trial tomorrow?
Rocky, I've been worrying about this all last night.
-I can't let you take the whole blame.
-Pipe down, want the flapper to hear?
Now get this.
You got away, didn't you?
Okay.
I wanna be a sucker.
But, Rocky, maybe if they thought I was in on it, they'd go easier on you.
In a pig's eye.
Just because you can run faster, you don't gotta eat yourself.
-But it ain't fair to you, Rocky.
-Look, so they send me up.
So what?
What've I got to lose?
The old man's got troubles enough without me.
Forget it.
-I got caught, and you got away.
-But you, Rocky.
Supposing I was the one who got caught, you wouldn't keep quiet.
-You'd make them send you up too.
-What do you think I am?
-I'd lay dead just like you're gonna do.
-You would?
Sure.
Always remember, don't be a sucker.
I'm pulling every string I can. I'm seeing the right people.
-I can get you off with about three years.
-You talk like I can do it in a handstand.
That ain't no picnic.
You'll be outside having it soft on cushions.
It's tough.
I'm not gonna mark time. I'll scout around, make connections.
-Not only for me, for both of us.
-Why should I take the fall?
There's no other way out.
Be sensible.
If they get me, I'll be disbarred. They'll check my vault box and grab the 100 grand.
You don't want to lose that dough, do you?
All right, Frazier.
It's my rap, and I'll take it...
... butit'smy 100grand,andI 'll take that, too, the day I get out.
Look... .
I know you're a smart lawyer, very smart...
... butdon'tgetsmartwith me.
Very good, boys.
That's all.
Wait till I get you outside, mug face.
I'll immobilize you.
Yeah?
You and your old maid!
Come in.
What's on your mind, son?
Not very much, Father.
It's just been bothering me for 15 years.
What did you do with those fountain pens you stole?
-Rocky!
You old--
-Jerry, glad to see you.
-What do you hear?
What do you say?
-I'm glad to see you.
Good to see you.
Fifteen years.
Hasn't changed a bit.
You remember Father Boyle's old sacristy.
Remember it?
He used to stand right where you are and boil the tar out of me.
Gosh, 15 years.
It doesn't seem possible I haven't seen you in that length of time.
-I've seen you.
-You have?
Where?
I was there when you made the 90-yard run against NYU.
-Why didn't you come back and see me?
-Some people were waiting for me.
-Oh.
Well, I got a kick coming, though.
-You have?
What?
-Why haven't you written to me?
-You know how it is, Jerry.
I changed my address and number so often, you had no way to answer me.
You know what happens to letters written in the stir.
Everybody reads them.
When I was inside, nothing happened. When I was out...
... itwasalltheretoread on the front page.
Yes, I read all the papers.
-You certainly make a good-looking priest.
-Thanks.
Your mother always wanted you to do it, but what finally decided you?
Well, I was riding along on the top of a bus...
-... lookingdown,passingthe cathedral.
-That gave you the idea, huh?
That's funny, I got an idea on the top of a bus once.
Got me six years.
I was around while you were singing with the kids...
... andI keptthinkingofyouandme 20 years ago.
-With Father Boyle.
-Yeah.
Remember slipping "Merry Oldsmobile" into the hymnbook?
-How could I forget it?
-How'd it go?
Lead, kindly light Amid The encircling gloom
Lead Thou me on, for The night is dark And I am far from--
-Did a lot of crazy things in those days.
-Certainly did.
Certainly did.
Come in.
Father, you're supposed to be down at the store. The fellas are waiting for you.
You run and tell them I'll be right over. Tell them to get the game started.
-Okay, Father!
-All right.
What's this store racket?
Got the kids shilling for the parish?
That's not a bad idea, Rocky. No.
It's a pet scheme of mine.
-A recreation spot for the kids.
-Kind of a kindergarten place, huh?
No, it's for the big fellas too.
You'd be surprised how much it's helped to keep the kids from becoming... .
Hoodlums like me?
-You've cost me a lot of prayer.
-I've been in kind of a retreat myself.
Yes.
Will you be here for some time?
Depends.
I got a little business to attend.
-I gotta find a place to live.
-Get a room here in the parish.
-Not a bad idea.
No place like home.
-Yes, and it's great to have you home.
I came back to take a look at your kisser.
Stick around and take a lot of them.
This is Maggione's.
Go in and get a room.
Remember her, don't you?
Took a lot of good lead pipe out of that cellar.
Church is just around the corner. I can drop in to see you from time to time.
-See you at Mass Sunday?
-Sure.
I'll help you with your collection.
-It's a deal.
-Fair enough.
-Mrs. Maggione at home?
-What do you want?
Looking for a room.
My mother ain't here, but the lady in number two will show you the rooms.
Yes?
Yes?
I'm looking for a room.
Mrs. Maggione's kid told me you'd take care of that.
Yes.
I'll get the key.
Third floor.
There's something about your face that looks awfully familiar.
You've been looking at the funny papers.
No, really.
Listen, sister, all I'm looking for is a room.
Here it is.
Mrs. Maggione will give it a good cleaning.
-It's all right.
I've seen worse.
-I guess you have.
-I'll take the room.
What's the tariff?
-Five dollars a week.
-Sold.
-In advance.
All right.
Write me a receipt.
You can trust me.
How did you happen to come to this house?
Looking for references, huh?
An old friend of mine sent me over here. Jerry Connelly, the priest from the parish.
-You know him?
-Father Jerry?
Yeah.
Does that send me in?
Oh, I get it now.
You're Rocky Sullivan.
-Yeah.
-Remember me?
-No.
-Laury Martin?
Laury Martin?
That little fresh kid with the pigtails?
Well, hello.
What do you hear?
What do you say?
Hello.
-Hey!
Wait a minute!
-I've waited 15 years to do that!
I wanna see Jim Frazier.
-I wanna see Frazier.
-He's busy.
-I'll wait.
-Who are you?
-Rocky Sullivan.
-Oh.
Come on.
Number one.
Clear the board.
Wait here.
-There's somebody to see you.
-Yeah?
Who?
Rocky Sullivan.
-Rocky Sullivan?
-Yeah.
-Does he know I'm here?
-Sure.
Didn't you want me to tell him?
That's all right.
Send him in.
Well, well, Rocky!
This is a surprise.
-What do you hear?
What do you say?
-I had the date on the calendar.
I thought it was next month.
Otherwise I would've met you with a brass band.
I thought it was funny you didn't show, but you've been busy the last three years.
You got a swell layout here. Looks like you're in the dough.
-Yes, only... .
YouknowMac Keefer.
-Mac Keefer?
Yeah, heard of him.
-He owns the town.
Can buy and sell it.
-Only he doesn't buy it.
He sells it.
-That's soft, eh?
-Softer than that store cot...
... I'vebeensleepingon for the last three years.
-Well, you're out now, Rocky.
-Yeah.
-Where's that dough?
-What?
The hundred grand?
I had it for you, only as I said, I didn't expect--
-I know.
You said it before.
-You don't have to worry about it.
-I'm not worried.
-I'll have it by the end of the week.
In the meantime, I suppose you'd like some spending money.
Here, here's 500.
I'll take that.
It'll take me a few days to get settled.
By that time, you can get that dough together and tell me where I come in.
Where you come in?
What do you mean?
What business you want me to handle, what parts of town and what my cut is.
-Your cut?
-Yeah.
That was the idea, wasn't it?
I took the rap, three years.
You took the dough, made connections built it up.
For you and me.
Wasn't that it?
Oh, I see. Yes.
I understand...
... butyou'vegotthisthingallwrong. See, I work for Keefer.
He's the boss.
I haven't anything to say. If you want a spot in his business, why...
... you'llhaveto takeitupwithhim.
Now, look, Frazier, I'm not taking it up with anybody but you.
You figure it out for yourself. I'm taking up with you where I left off.
That was the agreement, and we're going to stick to it.
-Well, yes, but--
-But what?
Well... .
-Hello, Mac.
-Am I breaking in on anything here, Jim?
No, not at all. Come right in.
I want you to meet Rocky Sullivan.
Pleased to meet you, Sullivan. I know all about you.
You're okay.
-When did you get out?
-Couple days ago.
-What you doing?
-Looking around.
-Maybe I might have a spot for you.
-We were just talking about that.
-Where you stopping?
-A room at my old neighborhood...
... onDockStreet,number24.
Well, I'll blow now. I'll drop up, say, Monday?
-Monday?
That'll be fine.
-I'm going downtown.
I'll give you a lift.
-Thanks.
-See you later, Jim.
Monday.
Get me Steve.
There's a fella leaving with Mac.
I want you to... .
Yeah?
Yeah, I got a good look.
Yeah, yeah.
I got it.
Sure, I'll take care of it.
Out of the way, blubberhead. The famine is on.
Guys, want some cigarettes?
All you guys can have cigarettes off me.
You better pack them now, boys. Here comes the beef trust.
How do you do?
-A nickel you don't conk him.
-All right, a nickel I do.
-You missed him, chump.
-Yeah. A nickel apiece you owe.
That cop don't walk right or something.
-Those cops are so dumb, it's pathetic.
-You'd think they'd learn where...
... atomatocomesfrominpolicecollege.
Look.
Hello, toots. You want the bottle?
You want the bottle?
Oh, nuts.
Hey!
What are you doing with my baby?
"Hey!
What are you doing with my baby?" Here's your baby!
-You loafer!
I'll get the cops after you!
-Yeah, yeah, yeah.
The way he talks, you'd think he had something there.
Excuse me.
Hey.
Look at the dude.
-Come on.
Let's give him the works.
-All right, kiddo.
-Hey, watch out!
-Give me that!
I'll make you eat that ball in a minute!
All right, come on!
Let's go!
Like taking candy from a baby.
How'd you get it, Crab?
I hoisted it over the transom in the alley and dropped it.
-The corner caught me right in the dome.
-So long as it didn't break the machine.
Boy, we'll be in the money now.
Six nickels and two slugs.
Imagine crooks like that?
Putting slugs in a slot machine.
-Chiselers. -I'm gonna break this thing--
Pipe down.
-It's only Soapy and the gang.
-That's good.
Hi, Soapy!
-Soapy, look what we got.
-You should see the hook I got.
It's the most I got in my life.
-We got a sucker's poke.
-No kidding!
-Come on.
Dish it out.
Time's a-wasting.
-What's the matter, crabbing already?
-Give me air!
Give me air!
-How much you got there, Soapy?
-Let me see.
Ten, 20, 30, 35--
-There must be more than 100 there!
-100 nothing.
We're in the big chips.
-Wow, what a haul!
"Wow, what a haul! "
-Six ways!
Don't forget, six ways!
-You'll get yours.
-What, are you grabbing already?
-Come on.
Come on.
Give me, Soapy.
-Oh, that looks nice.
-Oh, my!
We split half, all right?
-Hey, I didn't get mine! -You bunch of chiselers!
Stick them up!
You're all covered.
Give us a break, mister. We wasn't there.
We had nothing to do with it.
-Say your prayers, mugs.
-On the level, mister!
Shut up, rats!
Stop your squealing.
-Who's the leader?
-I am.
Come here.
Collect that dough, and fast.
Come on.
Hand it over. You too.
Come on.
Here.
Now get them up and turn around.
-Hey!
-Hey!
What's the matter?
Next time you roll a guy for his poke, make sure he don't know your hideout.
How did you know?
Come here, suckers.
-How do you know this place so good?
-Yeah, how do you know?
Let me show you.
Here.
Look at this.
-"R.S. "?
-Hey, you ain't Rocky Sullivan!
Rocky Sullivan!
Hey, did you get that?
It's Rocky Sullivan!
We tried to hook you!
What a boner!
When you saw us duck down the alley you knew we was headed to the hideout.
I took the old shortcut.
-What do they call you?
-Soapy's the name.
He's Bim.
This mug here's Swing. This palooka up here's Hunky.
-Hi, Rocky.
-And I'm Pasty, and this guy's Crabface.
-We just call him Crab for short.
-Hi.
Glad to meet you, Rocky. Fellas, meet Rocky Sullivan, headliner!
-Hi, Rocky!
-Hiya, Rocky!
Good to see you!
Hey, Rocky.
Hey, you took the room above us, number 24, didn't you?
-Yeah.
-Sure, sure.
We knew.
-You knew when you rolled me?
-Certainly.
Johnny Maggione told us.
-He didn't tell us who you was.
-You shouldn't have taken a chance.
Never bother anybody in your own neighborhood.
You got a lot to learn.
You ought to be able to learn us, Rocky.
Now, look, how would you like to have a bite with me?
Here's a fin.
Go to the deli and get some sandwiches and pickles...
... andsomebeer.
Bringthem over to my place.
We'll have a feed.
I'm not in a bread line. Will you give me some beans?
-All right, all right, all right.
-I'm on no hunger strike.
-Give out with this Irish caviar. -Come on.
A little more, stingy grubber.
-Give me some pickles.
-You don't want any pickles.
-Sure, I want pickles.
-You like pickles?
Take them.
Boy!
Pickles!
What are you doing?
Going into business? No.
Souvenirs.
Free.
Here, Rocky.
Here's your change. 4 and a half bucks even.
-Where's the other 50 cents?
-We had to buy something, didn't we?
You guys got an awful lot to learn. Chuck your chest up to the wood.
-These beans are rotten.
-Oh.
You don't like the beans?
No!
Hey, these beans taste soapy. But good!
Very good.
Come in.
-Hello, Jerry.
-Hello, Rocky.
What do you hear?
What do you say?
Having a little bite to eat with the kids.
-Sit in?
-Sure, why not?
-Right here.
-Thanks.
-How about a sandwich?
-All right.
Thanks, Swing.
It didn't take long to get acquainted with Rocky, did it?
Hey, Rock, looks like you and the Father are old pals.
Look, next time you get down to the hideout...
... lookatthatold door.
You'llseeright next to my initials, "J.C. " Jerry Connelly.
Father used to hang with Rocky at the old boiler room?
Certainly.
We spend most of our time at the gym now, Rocky.
Oh, yeah?
Boys, I hoped to start that basketball game today.
-We're too busy.
Too busy.
-Hey, give me a sandwich, will you?
What's the matter, Soapy?
Why don't you want to go to the basketball game?
-It ought to be fun.
-You think we're a bunch of cream puffs?
Hey, imagine us playing basketball all of a sudden.
Oh, yeah?
Well, I'll tell you what. I'll tell you what.
I'll bet a buck to a nickel you can't get the ball past the other team.
-And I haven't even seen them.
-We'll run them into the ground.
-You'll come with us, Rocky?
-Yeah, is it a bet?
-I got a nickel.
It's a bet.
-Split the winnings.
-We have to practice first.
-The gym is open, you can go now...
... ifyoulike,goahead.
Goodbye, Father.
I've been working on them for a year.
Can't get anyplace.
You talk for 10 minutes, they'd jump through a hoop if you asked.
Maybe it's because I wear my collar frontwards.
As long as you're sponsoring the gym, let's go and take a look at it.
-You mean now?
-Sure.
Come on, I want to show you.
-You remember old Krausmeyer's store.
-Yeah, sure.
We used to rob it.
I've been trailing him, but he's mixed up with a priest and kids...
-... andI can'tgetacrackathim .
-Don't let him out of your sight.
I'll send Bugs down with a couple boys.
Come on, fellas.
Let's wipe up the floor with these kids!
The kids play a swell game. Keep a good eye on them.
Keep your chin covered.
All right, boys, clear the floor!
Take the mats off!
Line up.
-Hello.
-Hello.
-Friends?
-Okay.
What have you been doing, playing a duck for me?
-I wasn't gonna hurt you.
-No, I forgot you were around.
Well, what are you doing?
Same thing you're doing, watching the game.
Say, you turned out to be a pretty snappy-looking dish.
Thanks.
-For a sociable worker.
-Thanks again.
I can't figure out why some smart guy hasn't grabbed you.
Some smart guy always in the headlines?
You could do worse.
You know better than that. Wait till I blow the whistle.
Okay, let's get going.
-What happened?
-Here you are.
Right here.
Ready?
Run!
Run!
-Free throw!
-That's not fair.
He didn't do nothing.
That's it.
-Come on!
Take it down!
-I got my man!
You do that again, you're out of the game.
-I didn't do nothing.
He's screwy.
-Give us a break.
-What's the matter?
-Can't even shove a guy in this game?
What do you mean, shove a guy?
It's a free throw.
Gibby, take it.
That's not fair!
-Hey, dribble that ball and pass it.
-Dribble that.
Foul!
That big bozo just stuck his belly out.
You boys know better than that.
You committed technical and personal fouls.
Stop it.
You've got six men on the floor. Pasty, get off the floor.
-Somebody take care of that trapeze.
-Just me good deed for today.
All right.
Red out.
Here.
Watch this.
-Make a few notes.
-All right, boys!
Mr. Sullivan's gonna referee.
-Don't forget about that bet.
-Go on.
-Get off the floor!
-What am I, an orphan?
Now!
Get going!
All right.
-Don't forget.
According to rules.
-Yeah.
-Throw it to me.
-Here we go.
What's the matter with you?
Don't raise your hand to me.
Get in here.
Play ball.
Ready?
Position, now.
Here we go.
Wait for the whistle.
What's going on here?
Rocky sure handles those kids, doesn't he?
Yes, but don't you think it's a bit like playing with dynamite?
Why do you say that, Laury?
Look, Father, just because you've got me seeing things straight now...
... there'snoreason I should wear blinders.
I still remember what Rocky's kind is like.
I don't know.
Somehow, I feel that Rocky could be straightened out.
Get up!
-Come on!
Let's go!
-Break it up!
Foul!
All right!
Come on!
Sullivan, what are you doing?
Foul!
Foul ball!
-Wait for the whistle, you understand?
-Let's go.
-What's the idea?
He didn't do nothing.
-What's the big idea, Rocky?
I'm asking you.
Play according to the rules, or I'll slap sense into you.
-I didn't do nothing!
-Don't do it again.
Give me that ball.
Here we go.
Where you running?
Personal foul. Free throw over here.
I didn't do nothing.
-Foul!
-Foul?
What did he do, hit me?
Foul.
Our ball over here.
-Get him!
-Give me that ball!
Give me that ball.
Rocky, what are you doing, playing for the other team?
Now, are you guys going to play according to the rules or not?
Okay, Rocky.
According to the rules, fellas.
Got me?
We'll beat them!
Thirty-two to 8.
Boy, what a slaughter.
What do you mean, 32 to 8?
It was a close game.
-Yeah!
You just won by a nose.
-All you guys, shower down.
Right there.
All those nickels.
You. You.
You. And you.
Right there.
Put them in there.
-Somebody stole it.
-They played rough.
Where's my nickel?
-Who put those slugs in there?
-Not me.
-Kid, come on.
-Think I'd gyp you?
Rocky, you give us some practice tomorrow, and we'll mop up these mugs.
I don't know nothing about that. Better ask Father.
-Give us another chance tomorrow?
-Father!
Come on!
-Give us some practice.
-Be a sport.
Well, I'll tell you...
... promisenofouls.
Meetmehere, and I'll try to arrange a game.
-Can you get smaller kids?
-Yeah.
Oh, boy!
-You didn't know it was there, did you?
-No.
Just in time.
Thanks.
Say...
-... yougoinghome?
-Yes.
I'll wait for you.
Hey, Rock...
... youwannawatchout .
She 'sajinx . She put her last guy 6 foot under.
Anybody ask you?
I didn't say a word.
-Who's carrying your books for you now?
-Nobody.
I heard somewhere about you being mixed up with a guy.
Who was that?
There was only one:
My husband.
-Took care of him?
-Yeah, about four years ago.
What happened?
What usually happens when a boy gets mixed up...
... witha bunchof would-be tough guys?
He was a swell kid when we first got married.
But he tried to give me a lot more than he could get driving a cab.
Partly my fault.
I didn't stop him.
Well, he got in deeper and deeper.
One night, he tried to shoot it out with the cops.
That's what always happens, isn't it?
Maybe with guys who don't know their business.
Hey, look, I think I got something in my eye.
Can you see anything?
-No.
-Got a handkerchief?
Yeah, sure.
No, no.
It's all right.
What's the difference?
I've seen everything.
You know, you were right the other day.
This neighborhood don't change much. Know that?
There's too much traffic. We gotta wait for a better opening.
Now, trail him slow.
We'll get him.
Well, here we are.
Here we go.
Honey, make out this is where you live.
Say good night, and go inside.
-What's wrong?
-Stop asking questions.
Go on in.
Sure.
Good night, Rocky, and thanks for bringing me home.
-Good night.
-Rocky, please be careful.
He just went in the drugstore.
Can I help you, sir?
I don't think so.
Cherry Coke.
You go in and keep the place cleared out.
I don't like the setup.
We gotta figure out something.
The guy's heel is in too good a spot.
We go in the front, he swings around and starts popping.
It's no good.
-Good evening.
-Good evening.
We get him in the phone booth where he can't move.
Hop in the delicatessen. Ring the drugstore and ask for Sullivan.
Leave the receiver off the hook. If he falls for it, we're set.
Okay.
Got a phone?
-How about my prescription?
-When'd you leave it?
-Yesterday.
-The name?
-Peterson.
-Excuse me.
I'll see.
Hello.
Nadler Drugstore.
Who?
Just a minute.
You Rocky Sullivan?
-Yeah.
-You're wanted on the telephone.
Hello.
Rocky Sullivan speaking.
Hold the line.
He fell for it.
Ed, hop in the car and keep close.
Let's go.
Get in that backroom.
Keep your mouth shut and your eyes closed.
-Go on.
Get going.
-I'll have it in just a minute.
Give me that canister.
Now back up.
Come on.
Faster.
Now get in there, and get in deep.
Answer that phone.
Right over there, officer!
-What do you know?
-Never saw him before.
He asked for a prescription. Said he left it yesterday.
I couldn't remember. He said his name was Peterson.
Clean it out!
Clear out!
Come on.
Hurry it up.
Hey, can you see him?
There must be 100 holes in him.
Who do you think done it, Soapy?
-On your way! Beat it!
Clear out of here!
-Who do you think you're pushing?
Hello, Frazier.
This is Bugs.
Everything's fixed.
We got him.
That's good.
All right, drop out of sight for a couple of days.
-Rocky.
-Yeah.
Rocky.
I ain't dead yet.
Give me those keys. Get going.
Open it up.
I didn't have anything to do with it, Rocky, I swear.
I ought to give it to you in the head, but you owe me 100 grand.
It's yours, but I've only got about 2000 here.
I'll get the rest later.
Shut up and get it open.
Get away from there.
Saving these too?
You're a smart lawyer, Frazier.
A little too smart for your own good.
-Two grand.
-Yeah, that's all.
There's some securities and some bonds. Get out of here.
Sit down.
There.
Fourth Street National, 280,000. Farmers and Merchants, 160,000.
Industrial Trust, 65,000.
You done all right, Frazier. I'm mighty proud.
Why shouldn't I?
We're partners, ain't we?
Of course, Rocky.
Of course.
Just like we said three years ago.
-Let's see--
-That's nothing.
Sit down and relax.
We're collecting autographs?
Some pretty important-- Some very important people.
Some officials here might be interesting to know about.
Paid off just about everybody in town. Made them sign too.
That's the way you held the club over them?
I'm gonna take this and study up.
One partner should know about the other.
-Of course.
-What's Keefer's number?
-Circle-0500.
-His private number.
-That's it.
-Dial.
Now, look.
You're gonna get on and tell him I'm coming there in the morning.
And he's to get me that 100 grand, you get it?
And no wrong cracks, or I'll cut you off short.
Got that too?
Come on.
Hello, Mac?
This is Rocky.
Yeah.
Surprise, surprise. No, I ain't down at the morgue.
It's one of your own boys.
Look, Frazier wants to talk to you.
Go ahead.
Hello, Mac?
Rocky will be up at the El Toro in the morning.
11:00.
That'll give him time to get to the bank.
11:00.
That'll give you time to get to the bank.
Take $ 100,000 out of my personal account and give it to him.
What's up?
Is he holding you?
-Tell him yes.
-Yes.
You've got to do it, Mac. You understand?
Okay.
I'll give it to him.
-No slip-ups.
It's very important to you.
-And no slip-ups.
It's very important.
Okay, okay.
I said I'd give it to him.
Come on.
Mac, I get you out of bed?
Oh, I'm so sorry.
I think he's sore.
Good morning, gentlemen. Nice day for murder.
-Where's Frazier?
-Where's that 100 grand?
-Think we're gonna pay off?
-Certainly.
If I don't get it in three minutes, Frazier will be splashed all over my hideout.
-You don't expect to get away with this?
-Why not?
I guess we can make you talk.
All right.
Suppose you don't make me talk.
I give you a wrong number. Another wrong number.
Meanwhile, Frazier's watching the clock, waiting for the phone to ring.
How much you like Frazier?
-Give him the dough.
-Well, look--
Give him the dough.
Look...
... supposeyoudon'tproduceFrazier.
What do I want with him?
A hundred grand. Give me a phone and an outside line.
Hello.
Poleano Vegetable Market.
Hello.
Yeah, this is Rocky.
Look, when I walk past your window, call that number I gave you.
But don't call if you see me smoking a cigarette.
That means I'm being followed.
Hello. Hello.
What you talk?
You crazy?
Yeah.
Yeah, I got it.
Yeah.
All right.
See, when I walk past that window...
... Frazierwillbe sprung. Unless I'm followed.
Okay.
Beat it and let him go.
We'll get him as soon as we see Frazier.
I got a better idea.
Get me the police station.
Hello.
It's Mac Keefer.
Let me talk to Buckley.
Hello, Buck?
Mac.
Yeah.
Listen, I'm gonna do something for you. I'm gonna give you a hot tip.
Last night, Rocky Sullivan snatched Frazier.
I just paid off 100 grand to him.
What are you doing, kidding me?
Yeah.
Yeah, I get you. Thanks for the tip.
Okay.
What you doing?
I don't get you.
What's the idea of bringing the cops in?
Because I'm not a mug.
I'm smart, see. Sure, you'd like rough stuff.
Why, when you can do it nice and legal?
No trouble, no fuss.
And the top boys will like it.
Why don't you guys use your brains like I do?
-Soapy, my room.
-Got it.
-Where's Rocky Sullivan's room?
-Upstairs.
Get out without any stares and out where it'll be safe.
Don't open it.
Okay, Rocky.
This is it.
Come on, Sullivan.
Open up.
Come in.
It's open.
-How are you, Rocky?
-Hello.
Why all the artillery?
Reading your life story.
-Oh, yeah?
-Yeah.
You forgot the garbage can.
What did you do with it?
-Tell me what you're looking for.
-The dough.
-What dough?
-Get your coat on.
Speed it up, Rocky.
You're not so funny.
It's killing me.
Quiet!
Quiet!
-What the cops jug him for?
-He didn't have time to tell me nothing.
He gives me this and tells me to hide it.
-What do you think's in it?
-How should I know?
-Something valuable.
-Let's open it and see.
-Wanna lose your hand?
-What's the idea?
-Rocky said not to open it.
See?
-All right.
All right.
I was just asking.
How'd you get away with it?
You should've seen them cops pass me on the stairs.
They don't know nothing.
And me with this in me shirt.
You're all wrong, boys. There was no snatch.
-We was on a business trip, that's all.
-Come on, Rocky.
Just spill.
-We've got all the dope anyway.
-Let me call my lawyer.
Oh, sure.
-Yeah.
Who is your lawyer, Rocky?
-Frazier.
-Hello, Jim.
-Hello.
Don't know how you feel.
You look terrible.
It wasn't any picnic down in the cellar, with a lot of rats and dirt.
Maybe you'll leave the rough stuff to me.
Well, is it my fault if those apes of yours can't get the right man?
-Did you put anybody after Sullivan?
-No.
-That's good.
-You did that once too often.
-I'm letting the coppers take care of him.
-You what?
I tipped them off that he snatched you. I just got word they picked him up.
-That's what you shouldn't have done.
-It's already done.
You don't understand. Sullivan got me at my home.
He's got everything in my safe:
Account books, receipts, names, addresses, everything.
If he's prosecuted for this kidnapping, he'll talk.
He's got evidence to back it.
He'll tear this whole town wide open.
-We gotta pull him out of there.
-Lf anybody pulled a boner, you did.
-Get me Buckley.
-Let me talk to him.
Hello. Hello?
Buckley?
This is Mac.
Listen, you'll have to spring Sullivan.
Yes, I just learned it's all been a little mistake.
Little mistake, what do you mean?
A mistake in a pig's eye!
You can't pull a thing like this on me.
-See you soon, Rocky.
-Not if I can help it.
Drive west.
Extra!
Extra!
Read all about it!
Lawyer kidnapped!
Extra!
Extra!
Lawyer kidnapped!
Yes, sir.
Thank you, sir.
Extra!
"Two-gun Rocky Sullivan, well-known gangster...
... perpetratedthesnatch and received the money.
Sullivan evidently returned directly to his boyhood haunt...
... followinghisreleaseand was here a few days...
... beforehekidnappedJamesFrazier, the prominent attorney and playboy.
Ransom asked was 100,000 smackers. "
-Boy, you don't find that in poor boxes.
-Yeah.
Leave it to Rocky.
-I'll bet that dough's in the envelope.
-Maybe it is.
So what?
So the kid has an idea.
And if Rocky does go up, it all belongs to us.
That envelope goes to Rocky, see?
Even if it gotta wait 20 years.
You won't have to wait that long.
-Rocky!
-Hey, Rocky!
Glad to see you. We was just talking about you.
-Did you break out?
-No.
I walked out.
-It said in the papers--
-Never believe them.
First you're in, and then you're out. Boy, they certainly can't hold you, Rocky.
-Come on.
Where's that envelope?
-I got it. I got it.
All right, let's have it!
Wait a minute, Rocky. I'll get it for you.
Here you are, Rocky. Just like you give it to me.
Hey, that's the 100 grand the paper said you got, ain't it?
Asking questions again, huh?
Someday you're gonna stick your nose and you're gonna get something in it.
-I only thought it was--
-Shut up!
Now, look, you don't know anything about this, see?
No.
No.
No, I don't know nothing.
But you do know what guys get who talk.
Yeah.
Yeah.
Yeah.
Now, look...
... thatgoesforthe restofyou. You understand?
-Certainly.
-Sure!
-Now we're pals.
-Put her there, Rocky!
All right, Soapy.
Here you are.
Cut that up any way you like.
-It's okay.
I just saw it made.
-Thanks, Rocky.
Yeah, don't have to worry about the guys.
We once had a squealer in the gang, but now he ain't got no teeth.
-I'll see you in a couple days.
-Hey, Rock!
-So long, Rocky!
-Bye, Rock!
Hey, Rocky!
-Have a good time!
-Come on, guys!
-You ought to join the circus.
-Yeah!
Here's your cut.
-Come on.
Give me some of that.
-Fifty bucks!
"Fifty bucks! "
-Yeah!
And the same for the rest of you.
-Oh, boy, 50 simoleon.
My old man never made that much in his life... ... workingforthe Department of Sanitation.
-Hey, how much you got there, Soapy?
-About 100.
A hundred?
How come?
It's twice as much as I got.
-You wanna make something out of it?
-No.
No.
He deserves it.
Why you starting trouble?
You pull in your ears.
What are we gonna do with it?
It's burning a hole through my hands.
I'm gonna get me a pair of chromium-plated brass knuckles.
-Come on!
-Let's go!
-Can I come in, Rocky?
-Yeah.
Yeah.
Wait a minute, Jerry.
Just a second!
I wanna dry me hands.
-Hello, Jerry.
-Hello, Rocky.
-What do you hear?
What do you say?
-What do you say?
You know, you gave me a terrific scare.
Before I finished reading about your arrest, they said you were out.
Nothing to it.
You know how it is with a guy with a record.
Haul him in because you have nothing else to do.
-They didn't keep you very long.
-What are you worried about?
-Plenty.
-What's up?
The boys had a return game today, and they haven't shown up.
I can't locate them.
Thought you might know where they were.
-How would I?
Am I a nursemaid?
-No, Rocky.
I didn't mean that.
Thought they might be up here celebrating your release.
With them, it's kind of a hero worship.
You can't blame them for that, can you?
Rocky, why don't you tell me what it's all about.
Look, Jerry, I've been answering a lot of questions all morning, see.
A lot of them.
Frazier and me were just away on a business trip.
Some dope wanted to start trouble and laugh at the cops at the same time.
-Spread a false alarm, that's all.
-I'm glad it wasn't any more than that.
I'm gonna run along.
-Yeah?
Hello, Laury!
-Hello, Father.
What do you say?
This looks like it's getting to be a big day.
I have to admit, I was pretty worried.
Sounds very nice to hear.
Well, Father, I finally located our precious angels.
-You did?
Where?
-Murphy's poolroom.
-What?
-Yeah, Soapy and the gang.
Passing out beer to the neighborhood kids.
Throwing dollar bills like confetti.
-Wonder where they got the money.
-Well, you might ask them.
-Well, I'm gonna be going, Rocky.
-So soon?
-Coming, Laury?
-No, Father.
I want to stay and talk to Rocky for a while.
When will I see you, Rocky?
-I'll catch up with you.
-Okay.
Bye.
-Well, Rocky, I guess--
-Wait a minute.
You're the kind of gal that's smart enough to mind her own business.
-Am I right or wrong?
-Don't worry.
I know all the rules.
Get your one here.
Five.
Get your 10 here. All bets covered!
Come on, put it in.
Where'd you get the dough, Pasty?
We wrote to Santa Claus, see.
Then when we woke up this morning, there it was in our socks.
All bets covered.
Come on, boys.
-Give me another one.
-What do you mean?
All I bet was 5 bucks!
-You trying to gyp the kid or something?
-He owes me 5 bucks.
Shut up!
-Dirty tables aggravate me.
-You're gonna make this shot, you know.
-Put your eight ball on the corner.
-Okay.
-All right.
-Hey, bury that beef, will you?
Pull in your head and get that off the table!
Got a three ball off the corner.
Nice shot, boy!
Eight bucks!
Eight bucks!
My mother has to work almost all week to make this much.
Give, give, give.
All right. All right.
All gamblers die broke.
Hey, Soapy, you promised us another round of beers if you won.
Okay, go on, bring up another case.
What's the difference?
Those chumps are paying for it.
-What is this, a raid?
-No.
Maybe they're gonna make a Sunday school out of it.
-Come on.
I'll take two.
-I got that covered.
-Give me two.
-I got it covered.
Weren't you boys going over to start that game?
Sure, Father, we just wanted to see what was going on in here.
Come on, Joe.
Come on, kids. Let's go to the gym.
Giving a party, Soapy?
Everybody invited?
Yeah.
Why don't you give it at the gym.
Because we're having it here.
What about that game you asked for?
Hey, Small Change...
-... doublethatbetonthat shot ,okay ? -Okay.
It's your murder.
Where did you get this money you've been spending?
Hasn't anything I've told you for the last three years meant anything?
You think that spending this kind of money...
... witha lotof hoodlums is gonna get you anyplace but jail?
Come on, fellas, what do you say?
Why not go with me, and we'll figure this whole thing out.
Come on.
Let's go over to the gym.
-How about it, Swing?
-I don't know, Father.
I got a sore leg.
What do you say, Bim?
Father, there ain't no future in playing basketball.
-Well, how about you fellas?
-Can't a guy even have any fun?
It's a waste of time.
Look, Father...
... wedon'tfallfor thatpie-in-the-sky stuff no more, see.
What's wrong?
Can't you get them to go to heaven with you?
You got the wrong slant, honey. You got a bad break a long time ago...
... andyou'restillfiguring that's the only way.
You're reading stuff about "crime don't pay. "
Don't be a sucker.
That's for smalltimers on shoestrings. Not people like us.
You belong in the bigshot class. Both of us do.
I wonder.
Got any glad rags, something fancy, an evening gown?
-A very old one.
-Well, come on, get it on.
-We'll go out and celebrate.
-What will we be celebrating?
All this!
You don't get on the front pages every day.
You don't get away from the cops every day.
You do if you're smart.
Come here.
See those white lights up there?
That's where you belong, and that's where you're going.
Come on, I'll show you who this town's made for.
Well, I hope that old gown of mine hangs together.
-Wants an eight.
-Wants an eight.
-Here's 10,000 on red.
-You got a bet!
Thirty-six, red.
-Place your bets.
-Give the lady a stack of black chips.
-For whom?
-For me.
-Rocky Sullivan.
-Oh, yes.
Sure, of course.
Try your luck.
I got some business. I'll be back in a while.
-Look, Rocky, I'm not lucky.
-Don't be afraid.
Let your hair down.
-Have some fun. Go ahead.
-Place your bets.
-How much are these?
-Fifty dollars.
-Change them to dollar chips.
-But he wants black.
-I don't like black.
-Oh, you don't like black.
After I knew the facts, and seeing how Jim owed you the dough...
... anditbeingamisunderstanding,we'll call it square, with no hard feelings...
... especiallynowthatyou 're in the know of things.
-You boys really want to talk business?
-Yeah.
Look here, Rocky, what about those accounts you took from my safe?
Those are very good insurance, just in case you boys change your minds.
-Okay.
What do you want, Rocky?
-Nothing from you, Mac.
Just my original agreement with Frazier:
50 percent of everything.
That sounds fair enough, Jim.
All right.
It's a deal.
Now, look, I'm gonna take very good care of those accounts.
If I was you, I wouldn't do anything I'd be sorry for...
... becauseI 'mgonnapayspecial attention to those books, understand?
A deal between you guys is a deal, just like it was on paper.
-That's me, Rocky.
I do everything legal.
-Oh, yeah.
I know that.
If you don't mind, partners, my accountant will go over the books...
... justtomakesureyouboys ain't cheating. Fair enough?
-Yeah.
-Okay.
How long do you think I'll let that guy sit in my chair?
Just as long as he hangs on to that information.
-You like this place?
-Sure.
Why wouldn't I?
-Just got a piece of it.
-Rocky.
-Yeah.
-Maybe you are smart enough.
How'd you like to give up that two-for-nickel job and move in here?
Doing what?
Just sitting, looking pretty, dance a little, play a little.
Kind of a hostess.
Give you 100 a week and expenses.
And it'll be very nice to have at least one friend in this place.
Come in.
Yes, Mrs. McGee, what is it?
Well, I've had lunch waiting since noon, then this package came by messenger.
I thought maybe it was important, so I brought it up.
All right.
Thank you.
Is there anything wrong, Father?
No, no, nothing.
Oh, I won't have any lunch.
If I'd known that this morning, I could've saved some money.
You wait.
I'll tell him you're here.
Make yourself at home.
Hi, Jerry. What do you hear?
What do you say?
Trying your luck?
Yes, I'd like to, but I haven't got any money.
Except this, and it's not mine.
-Say, where did you get ahold of that?
-Where did you?
Here, Rocky.
Thanks, but I can't accept it.
What's the matter?
You silly?
That ain't mine.
I know it isn't.
That's why I can't take it.
What is this?
You flash this wad on me, then try to tell me the dough is mine.
-What's it all about?
-You've got a great poker face, Rocky.
But don't forget, I've known that face for a long time.
I know you forced Frazier to get you $ 100,000.
Everybody knows it.
What's the difference where the dough came from?
First place, Frazier owed it to me. It's mine.
Second, it's a lot better you get a chunk of it than him.
And suppose the dough is hot?
Nobody knows that but you and me.
That's just it.
Oh, come on.
Don't be such an angel.
You want to get the center built?
Go get it started!
I don't want to build it on rotten foundations.
Oh, don't be a sucker!
All right, Rocky.
Supposing I take the money.
And I kid myself it's a means to an end. Well, it isn't.
Never will be.
Inside the center, my boys will be clean, and outside...
... they'dbesurroundedbythesame corruption and crime and criminals.
Yes, yourself included.
Criminals on all sides for my boys to look up to and revere...
... andrespectandadmireandimitate.
What good is it to teach that honesty is the best policy...
... whenallaround,theysee that dishonesty is a better policy?
The hoodlum and gangster is looked up to with the same respect...
... asthesuccessfulbusinessman or popular hero.
You, and the Fraziers and the Keefers...
... andtherestofthoserottenpoliticians you've got in the palm of your hand.
Yes, and you've got my boys too.
Whatever I teach them, you show me up.
You show them the easiest way.
The quickest way is with a racket or a gun.
Well, it's so, ain't it?
Yes, it's so.
God help us.
You see, Rocky...
... IthoughtIcouldsolve my problems and... .
Problems with my boys, which, after all, they are...
... fromthebottomup. But I can't do it.
-I've got to start from the top down.
-Yeah?
How?
I'll tell you how.
I'm gonna use your kidnapping Frazier as a crowbar...
... topryopenand uncover this cesspool.
I'm gonna force the law, corrupt or not...
... tobringto thelightofday this filthy affair.
Now, there's gonna be a lot of people stepped on, Rocky...
... andifyouhappentogetin the way...
... I'llbesorry,but you 'llbesteppedon just as hard.
All right, Jerry, go to it.
But you have as much chance of getting an indictment...
... asI haveof getting into Bible Society.
You'll find nobody cares.
You'll find them laughing at you. End up a lot of blind alleys.
And if I'm in your way, why, keep on stepping just as hard.
For being honest and for old times' sake.
Rocky, there's one favor I'm gonna have to ask you.
Maybe I won't be able to return it.
Well, go ahead.
Anything you say.
Soapy and those kids, give them a break, will you?
Don't offer them any more money.
Don't encourage them to... .
To admire you.
All right.
I'll do that.
Sure, you will.
Father Connelly, I'd like to help you.
I really would.
But we can't get away with it. The organization is too powerful to fight.
You know what you're asking of me?
Yes, Mr. White.
The other papers have gone to great lengths to explain the risks to me.
You'll go into the fight personally?
Devote your full time to it?
Believe me when I say, nothing would please me any more.
Very well, Father Connelly, I'm with you.
The press will back you to the limit.
Thank you, and I appreciate it.
Get me the inside on Frazier and Keefer's bank accounts.
I don't care where you get the dope but get it.
Pap, get me all the information you can on Frazier before he got to town.
If he'd ever been mixed up with Sullivan. The leaders' expenses.
Jenkins, go back through the police files and find out...
... howmanyof Keefer'smen have been sprung since Frazier moved in.
Why are you hounding Rocky?
Why are you trying to send him to prison for life?
You can't do that to Rocky. I won't let you.
It's not his fault, Father.
He was just a kid who made a mistake and got sent to reform school.
They made a criminal out of him.
But he's not bad, not really bad. You know that.
And whatever they've done to him, no matter what he is now...
... nomatter whether he's right or wrong...
... webothlovehim ,Father.
Yes, Laury, we both love him.
I've loved him since we were kids, 6 years old.
We worked together, fought together.
Stole together.
Oh, I'm not blaming Rocky for what he is today.
But for the grace of God, there walk I.
I'd do anything for him, Laury...
... anythingintheworldtohelphim.
I'd give my life if I thought it would do any good...
... butitwouldn't.
You see, Laury, there's all those other kids...
... hundredsofthem,inthestreets and bad environment...
... whomI don'twanttosee grow up like Rocky did.
I can't sacrifice them for Rocky.
You see, Laury, they have lives too.
I can't throw them away.
I can't.
And The very fact that countless Thousands of you are listening tonight is proof To fling in The teeth of These cynics and skeptics that The public does care and does propose To do something about The appalling conditions I have Tried To describe tonight.
And do not doubt that our efforts so far have not struck fear and panic into The cesspool of official and near-official corruption.
Yeah, I'm shaking like a leaf.
"This very afternoon, I was approached with a sugarcoated proposition...
... abribeofferedme by this corrupt officialdom.
$ 100,000 for the building and equipment of a recreation center in my parish...
... ifI wouldagreetorefrain from further attacks...
...if I would sabotage This campaign if I would shut my eyes, stop my ears and hold my Tongue.
But the building of an isolated playground to shield my boys from crime...
... isnotrootingout the crimeitself.
We must rid ourselves of The criminal parasites that feed on us.
We must wipe out Those we have ignorantly elected and Those who manipulate This diseased officialdom behind locked doors.
tonight, we have in our power To ask definitely incriminaTing questions of These officials.
And The power To demand satisfactory answers.
What really is the truth in the case of the racketeer and gunman Rocky Sullivan?
Why did The police release him suddenly with The evidence They had against him?
Why did The notorious Mac Keefer pay Sullivan $ 100,000 in cash and what political sword does he hold over The Trembling hands of district attorneys, judges and police officials?
But tomorrow, the new grand jury will meet... ... andthesequestions must be answered.
Therefore, I ask all of you who are listening in--"
And you thought you could buy him off?
-I told you you were wasting your time.
-We ain't wasting any more time.
That was that guy's last chance.
We're gonna take care of him tonight.
You're talking through your hat. You can't bump off a priest.
I'll forget it.
Tomorrow morning, when he's floating down the river.
Now, get this straight, Sullivan.
Even if he is an old pal of yours, I'm still running the works.
I'm not taking orders from you all of a sudden.
He's not gonna appear at no grand jury tomorrow.
Shooting off his mouth-- I say he gets it tonight.
-Not if I'm around.
-Now, wait a minute, gentlemen.
There's no sense in running too far ahead of ourselves.
Don't forget, there are all kinds of grand juries...
... andthere'sallkindsofways of handling them.
That's what you got me for.
-Lf you can do it legally, why take a--?
-Sure, only I want action.
I don't care how we stop that guy, I only want him stopped.
All right, then leave it to me.
You know, Rocky...
... thisisno penny-antereformwave this priest is starting.
This is a tidal wave, and unless we stop it quick...
... we'regonnafindourselvesinthepen.
Look, Frazier, nobody knows better than me that we're in a spot.
I know that.
And, Mac, as far as I'm concerned, you can settle it any way you like.
But lay off the rough stuff, you see?
That's out.
I'll see you later.
Don't worry, Mac.
I've got an idea how we can stymie that grand jury.
That preacher won't get to first base.
I hope you were stalling. I meant what I said. Sure.
This is the way I figure it.
-Connelly is Rocky's pal, who's a priest.
-So what?
Where would be the logical place for Rocky to keep those accounts?
With a priest, to make them public if anything happens to Rocky.
That ain't news to me. I knew that.
-That's why he can be a wise guy.
-All right.
If we're gonna get that preacher tonight, why not get those accounts too?
Yeah.
Only this time, no drugstore mistakes.
I'm taking care of this job myself.
Get Blackie up here right away.
Now listen, Mac.
I don't care how you handle Sullivan.
It's got to look like an accident with the priest.
Leave that to me.
Rocky!
Don't!
Don't!
-I'll do anything.
-Oh, no, you won't.
You've had your last chance. Take this with you.
I never let go of those papers.
All you had to do was bump me off.
-It's locked.
-Come on, stand back.
Shoot it off.
Gunfight at the El Toro.
Is Father Connelly still there?
I must talk to him.
It's urgent.
-Well?
-Rocky Sullivan, captain.
He got Frazier and Keefer.
They've chased him up on the roof of the El Toro.
MacMahon, throw a cordon around the block.
Come on, you men, with me.
Here's the microphone, captain.
O'Flannigan, hook up those searchlights and play them on the building.
Galavan, cover the warehouse skylights.
There he is!
Sullivan, are you coming out, or must we smoke you out?
All right, give him the tear gas.
Please.
Captain.
I'm Father Connelly, an old friend of Rocky's.
He'll come out for me. He'll listen to me.
This is a job for the police, Father. He'll need a priest later.
-You wanna kill him, or keep him alive?
-What do you mean by that?
He'll listen to me, I'm sure. Won't you let me talk to him?
-Go ahead.
-Thank you.
Rocky!
Rocky, this is Jerry. Please come out.
Tell him we'll get him, if we have to blow up the whole block.
Rocky, you've got to come out!
I'm coming up.
Officers, hold your fire.
Rocky?
-Rocky.
-What are you doing up here? Beat it!
I'm coming in, Rocky.
You wanna get your skull full of lead?
Get out of here!
You're smarter than to stick your kisser in this place.
I couldn't watch them shoot you down, Rocky.
They've got you covered from every angle. Your only chance is to give up.
You're through, Rocky. You're finished.
Yeah, I was until you stepped into it.
Father Connelly, are you all right?
Get over there and tell them to call off their dogs.
I'm going down with you.
Sure, you are.
Call off your men, all of them!
Sullivan's coming out with me.
Hold your fire, men, but stand by.
Let's go.
Come on, get them up, Jerry.
Sorry it has to be you, kid, but get going.
Get away, or I'll let him have it!
Get away!
Back around.
Come on.
Get them up high.
High!
Get back, all of you. I'll give it to him right in the head!
Back!
Duck, Jerry!
Got him in the leg.
Empty.
So is your thick skull, copper.
Extra!
Identify killer!
Papers!
Get your papers!
Extra!
Extra!
Get your papers!
Identify killer!
Gee, that's tough.
Boy, I'd like to get my hands on those squealers.
"Special prosecutor for trial of Rocky today. State builds strong case. "
That dope of a governor's so scared of Rocky, he's appointing a special shyster.
"Rocky guilty.
To die. "
Gee, you think they'll burn him in the chair?
No, they can't build no death house that'll hold Rocky.
-You mean he'll blow it?
-Just wait, that's all.
Just wait.
He'll show those mugs how to die in a big way.
Sure, he will.
They'll never make him crack.
-There's nothing yellow about Rocky.
-You bet.
Remember what he said at the trial?
He said he'd spit in their eye.
He'll do it too.
He'll laugh at them.
Sure. Sure, he'll show those phonies up.
Sullivan.
Rocky, Father Connelly has received permission to be with you.
He just arrived.
You'll see him, won't you?
Yeah, sure, send him in.
But tell him none of that incense and holy-water stuff, will you?
Whatever you say, Rocky.
Did you enjoy your dinner, Mr. Sullivan?
Yeah, it was good, only the meat was burnt.
And I don't like burnt meat, do you?
Listen, big shot, you got only 10 minutes to go.
Don't try stalling around with that priest pal of yours.
Ten minutes till that hot seat.
I'm gonna tell the electrician to give it to you slow and easy, wise guy.
Somebody get me out of here, will you!
-Come on!
Take him out of there!
-Get him out of there!
Let him alone, Herbert.
Quiet.
Quiet, now!
Quiet.
-How are you?
-How much time?
About 10 minutes.
Hi, Jerry.
What do you hear?
What do you say?
-Hello, Rocky.
How do you feel?
-Like a million.
-How's Soapy and the kids?
-Pulling for you all the way...
... aslongas there's the slightest hope from the governor.
-They'll be easier to handle without me.
-That's up to you, Rocky.
We haven't got a lot of time.
I want to ask one last favor.
-There's not much left that I can do, kid.
-Yes, there is, Rocky.
Perhaps more than you could do under any other circumstances.
If you have the courage for it, and I know you have.
Walking in there?
That's not gonna take much.
-I know that, Rocky.
-It's like a barber chair.
They're gonna ask, "Anything to say?"
I'll say, "Give me a haircut, a shave and one of those new electric massages. "
-But you're not afraid, Rocky?
-No.
They'd like me to be.
But I'm afraid I can't oblige them, kid.
You know, Jerry, I think to be afraid, you gotta have a heart.
I don't think I got one. I had that cut out of me a long time ago.
Suppose I asked you to have the heart, huh?
-To be scared?
-What do you mean?
Suppose the guards dragged you out of here screaming for mercy.
-Suppose you went to the chair yellow.
-Yellow?
Say, what's the matter with you?
You've been worrying about my courage.
I know that.
This is a different kind of courage, Rocky.
The kind that's-- Well, it's born in heaven.
Not the courage of heroics and bravado.
The kind that you and I and God know about.
I don't know what you mean.
Look, Rocky, just before I came up here, the boys saw me off on the train.
Soapy and several of the others.
You can well imagine what they told me.
"Father, tell Rocky to show the world what he's made of.
Tell him not to be afraid...
-... andtogo outlaughing--"
-Well, what do you want?
I'm not gonna let them down.
That's what I want you to do. I want you to let them down.
You've been a hero to these kids and hundreds of others, all through your life.
Now you're gonna be a glorified hero in death, and I want to prevent that, Rocky.
They've gotta despise your memory.
-They've got to be ashamed of you.
-You're asking me to pull an act? Turn yellow so those kids will think I'm no-good?
You're asking me to throw away the only thing I got left that they can't take.
To give those newspapers a chance to say, "Another rat turned yellow. "
You and I will know you're not.
You ask a nice little favor, Jerry.
Asking me to crawl on my belly the last thing I do.
I know what I'm asking.
The reason I'm asking is because being kids together gave me the idea...
... thatyoumightliketo join hands with me...
... andsavesomeofthoseother boys from ending up here.
You're asking too much. You wanna help those kids...
-... figureoutsomeotherway.
-It's impossible without your help.
I can't reach all of those boys.
Thousands of hero-worshiping kids all over the country.
Don't give me that humanity stuff again.
I had enough in the courtroom. Told everything.
Named names.
Told the whole mess. What more do you want?
What I've always wanted, Rocky.
Straighten yourself out with God.
Outside of that, I can't ask for anything else.
Well, don't!
It's time, Rocky.
Are you ready?
Yeah.
You figure on going in with me?
-I'd like to, Rocky.
That is, if... .
-You can if you wish.
-Do you mind, Father?
-Certainly not.
That's better.
Be kind of lonesome going down that last mile.
Promise me something.
Promise me you won't let me hear you pray.
I promise you won't hear me.
Get away from me, screw, or I'll bust your face in.
It'll be the last face you see, big shot, laughing at you.
Don't get near me now. I'll spit in your eye.
Herbert, stand back.
Thompson, take care of him.
Lay off.
I don't need anybody.
Come on.
Attaboy, Rocky. Pick your own company.
So long, Rocky.
We won't be long.
So long, Rocky.
Rocky, please.
So long, kid.
Goodbye, Rocky.
May God have mercy on you.
No.
I don't want to die!
Oh, please!
I don't want to die!
Oh, please!
Don't make me burn in hell!
Oh, please let go of me!
Please don't kill me!
Oh, don't kill me, please!
Okay, hold him down there!
Please don't kill me!
The yellow rat was gonna spit in my eye.
"At the fatal stroke of 11 p.m... ... Rockywasled through the little green door of death.
No sooner had he entered the death chamber...
... thanhetorehimself from the guards' grasp...
... flunghimselfon thefloor, screaming for mercy.
And as they dragged him to the electric chair...
... heclawedwildlythe concretefloor with agonized shrieks.
In contrast to his former heroics...
... RockySullivandiedacoward."
I don't believe it.
-I don't believe one rotten word of it.
-I don't believe it either.
If anybody says it's true, I'll... .
He couldn't die that way, not Rocky!
He couldn't.
It's all lies!
Lies, I tell you!
Hey, fellas.
Here's Father Connelly.
Let's ask him.
He ought to know.
He'll tell us everything.
You were there, Father.
You saw everything.
What happened?
Did Rocky die like they said?
Like a yellow rat?
It's true, boys.
Every word of it.
He died like they said.
All right, fellas.
Let's go and...
... saya prayerforaboy who couldn't run as fast as I could.
Well, my lad, they tell me you want to confess.
Yeah.
That will help the jury.
They convicted you on circumstantial evidence. Understand?
Yeah, sure.
Public opinion. Clear that up, too.
Justice itself will feel easier.
I'm doing it because I'm scared.
It may help the big rap when I go through that last door.
You might as well do a real job.
I have a couple of newspapermen here, and the judge who sentenced you...
Shut that up, will you?
Can't you stop that singing?
Now, now. It's his turn next.
You confess, he sings.
Okay.
- Bring on your gang. - Good.
- Can I do anything for you, Dan?
- Yeah, how about a drink?
Okay.
Thanks.
- Do you want to see Father Flanagan? - Sure.
I asked for him. He knew me when.
How much time have I got?
Eternity begins in 45 minutes, Dan.
What happens when that door slams shut behind you?
- A bad minute or two. - Yeah, I know.
After that?
Dan, that's been a mystery for a million years.
You can't expect to crack that in a few seconds.
- Would you be afraid to die?
- No.
Why not, if you don't know what happens?
Well, I've made mistakes, Dan, but I've always been sorry for them.
I try to make up for them.
If you killed a rat, and it was coming to him... could you find some way to be sorry for that?
Dan, life and death should be left to the Creator of life and death.
Please stay, will you?
How are you, Judge?
This is Lane Wellington. His column fought for you.
Didn't think you were guilty.
Sorry to let you down, pal.
If you'd stuck to your guns, I'd have kept you alive for years.
I wouldn't try to be funny, if I were you.
This man wants to admit his debt to the State.
What's that?
My debt to the State?
If you'd have done this sooner, the debt wouldn't be so big.
Is that what this is all about?
You're going to take my life, because I owe the State something?
When I was a kid, 12 years old, my mother died.
Did I go on the cuff to the State for the gutters I slept in?
Is that it?
That's just sniveling. The State reached its arms out for three years...
Yeah, in the reformatory.
When I went in, copping a loaf of bread was a job.
- When I come out, I could rob a bank! - Holy cats!
Get this, big shots. I'm going out that way in a few minutes.
So you're getting the lowdown.
Where was the State when a lonely, starving kid cried himself to sleep... in a flophouse with a bunch of drunks, tramps, and hoboes?
Is that when this debt started?
The only pals I had a chance at were the kids in the alley.
I had to be tough to string along.
Just before we got out of the State's arms... the reformatory, we made up a gang, six of us, and pals.
We bet our lives across the board, and let them ride. Crooks!
Sure! Your mouths pop open at that one.
Greek to you wise guys, ain't it?
One of them turned rat for State's evidence, and I killed him. But get this.
One friend when I'm 12 years old... and I don't stand here like this!
Now, go on, get out of here... you bunch of mush-brained saps! Get out!
Listen, Father. I am sorry for my mistakes.
I am sorry.
12 years old. One friend.
Starving kid. Never had a chance.
Reformatory.
Break your mugs.
Steal our food, will you?
Get in your own streets, you mugs!
Here. Tommy, stop it.
Come on, Tommy. Stop it.
Tommy, stop it!
Skinny!
Loafers! Police!
- Good morning, Dave. - Good morning.
- Look, $80 smashed. - It's a shame, Dave.
Father Eddie, that place of yours draws the rats around.
- It's like molasses and flies. - I suppose it does.
I sleep beside a machine gun, while you rock-a-bye-baby the 40 thieves.
Read all about it!
Dan Farrow electrocuted! Read all about it!
Where's His Reverend?
Don't we get a sermon this morning?
Hear ye, my friends.
Scoff your coffee while ye may, turn up your toes... call it a day.
I didn't start this place to give you men a laugh. I really didn't.
I thought I could help you.
- Sorry, Father Flanagan. - We apologize.
Thanks for the coffee.
We all love you, dominie, every one of us.
Well, you can pass the word along the road... that somebody else will be running the place pretty shortly.
- But, Father... - Weasel, you're too smart.
No, I had decided before.
I spent last night, or rather this morning, with Dan Farrow just before he...
It was too late to do very much for him... and I guess it's too late to do very much for you.
I'm afraid you're satisfied with something to eat and a place to sleep.
Father Flanagan!
- What is it, Skinny?
- They got Jimmy!
The cops got Jimmy! Please tell them to let him go.
He's my brother.
- Who else have they got?
- They got Tommy and they got Steve.
And they told me to go home.
Yeah, home.
Where's your mother, Skinny?
Come on. We'll see what we can do.
Mr. Morris, do you know who broke your window?
- Yes, Your Honor. - Pardon me, but does it really matter?
It was a free-for-all. Any one of them could have done it.
What do you mean, Father?
Not to obstruct justice, even if I could, but one boy threw that stone... did this special damage.
They were all throwing things. They were all excited.
I'm trying to reduce it to a definite charge.
That's what I was afraid of, Your Honor.
- None of us want to abuse children. - But we do, nevertheless.
The business of the court is to take care of the honest citizen.
You. I have a high regard for you, but...
Your Honor, these boys were arrested this morning.
It's now... It's 3:30.
Has anybody come forward to say one good word for them?
Father, mother, uncle, sister. Anybody?
Well, you're saying quite a few.
And I'll go on, until you take back the privilege you granted me.
You heard Mr. Calatieri.
- May I question him?
- Certainly.
- Sit down, Mr. Morris. - Thank you.
Mr. Calatieri.
Yes, Father?
Tommy, stand up.
- Tommy came in to buy some salami. - Yes.
I wrap my salami. I put him down. He say, "Half a dozen eggs."
I turn around to get the eggs, I come back, where is my salami?
No salami and no Tommy.
But you didn't really see Tommy steal the salami, did you?
My nice, fresh salami. She no walk away.
And the police found the salami, and some bread, some other things.
There's no doubt about their being stolen.
There's also no doubt that these boys should be taken off the streets...
- for their own good. - And sent to the reformatory.
I'm wondering if you want to do that to a homeless boy...
- just on circumstantial evidence. - Well, what do you want me to do?
There's the salami, and there's Mr. Calatieri.
They can have my salami. I give it to them, free for present.
But next time, please, not the imported.
- There won't be any next time. - You should have studied law, Father.
Thank you, Your Honor. Well, I guess that's...
Unless my good friend wants to identify the boy who threw the rock.
My window was smashed. $80 gone to someplace...
But I...
Well, I can't say who did it, positively.
Father Flanagan, what's in your mind?
I'll assume full responsibility for these boys if you'll place them in my charge.
I'll give them a home, I'll see to their schooling... and I'll guarantee their good conduct.
Well, I think you're letting yourself in for a lot of trouble, but I'll give it a chance.
I release these boys into your custody.
- Thank you, Your Honor. - And good luck to you.
Thank you. Come on, boys.
You're one of the finest fellows in town.
Why in the name of all that's holy don't you want to meet nice people?
- Well, Dave, I know you. - You...
- Father, do you want this?
- What is it, son?
It's a puzzle. You have to jiggle it around till you get the eyes in the sockets.
Isn't that wonderful.
Thank you very much, Skinny. I'll have a lot of fun with this.
Dave. Come on, boys.
Could you take the boys to your place and keep them there a little while?
Sure. What?
I've got an important call to make.
All right, gentlemen, get in.
Oh, boy. A car ride.
Tommy, you better sit up here in the front seat.
On second thought, you better all sit up in the front seat. I feel safer.
Hold on, boys. Be careful.
- Dave, I'll see you a little later. - Could you make it a little sooner?
Do you want me to drive, Mr. Morris?
I gave you permission three years ago for your refuge.
You thought you could do a lot of good.
Well, I have the right to a mistake or two, haven't I, Bishop?
And now you want to do something I think is harder to do...
- certainly more unorthodox. - That's true.
So I'm going to assign you to a parish.
That's good work, and you're a good man.
- Don't make the decision yet, please. - Why not?
Why, you'd dream the best part of your life away, if I'd let you.
But I'm not dreaming.
There's one thing I know, I really know.
And that is, that there's no such thing in the world as a bad boy. I'm sure of that.
Do you realize the fight you want to take on?
I know that a mother can take a whip to the toughest boy in the world... and he forgets it, because he knows that she loves him.
I know the fight, and I haven't anything to do it with, except faith.
But... with your kind permission, I would rather have it than the parish.
I can't help you.
We have no arrangement for outside things like this.
But you have my permission.
How are you beginning?
First, I must rent a house.
No doubt, fumigate and launder it.
Bishop, I shall never forget this.
My blessing.
Hello. I thought you got lost.
No. I had a little chat with my bishop.
I rented a house.
- You're renting houses now?
- Yes.
Of course, I have to pay something down, so I need a little money.
- A little money?
Yeah. - $100.
$100?
What security have you got?
Well, let's see here.
- You want $100 for this?
- Yes.
Look... you can have any one of those for 65 cents.
And any one of them is better than yours.
And you want $100.
I need the money very badly.
With merchandise like that, I need it worse than you do.
Got anything else?
Wait a minute.
- That's a 10-cent toy. - Yeah, you can have a lot of fun with it.
Not a $100 worth, I can't.
Have you got any other security?
Every boy who becomes a good American citizen is worth $10,000 to the State.
That's a fact. I have good authority for it.
I'm sorry, but $100 for a bum watch like this... and a hunk of tin with a couple of ball bearings...
All right, Dave. I don't blame you for turning me down.
Thanks just the same. I'll try someplace else.
Wait a minute.
Couldn't you make a good American for $50?
All right, there's your $100.
No. You keep the watch.
I'll keep this.
- I'll redeem that some day with interest. - Yeah.
Here, sign this.
- No, don't sign it. - Thanks.
Now, you'd better leave before I change my mind.
I'm not afraid of that, Dave.
Now, I wonder if you could show me some furniture.
You know, chairs and tables, and stuff like that.
$100 worth?
I got a little list here that I made out.
There.
All right.
I suppose when your boys grow up, they'll break bigger and better windows.
I'll be right with you, boys.
Certainly on their good behavior, aren't they?
Ten chairs.
There's two.
- What does the whole thing come to?
I'll give you $150 for the lot.
It's a deal, for $200.
Right. $160. Not a cent more.
Why, it cost me almost that much.
- Make it $190. - No.
Say, wait a minute. What am I doing?
I'm bargaining with my own money. I'm losing two ways on the deal.
Here's $50 down payment.
You're offering me $50 of my own money... as down payment on my own furniture.
Oh, well. All right.
What's the use of my taking the $50?
You'd only come around for it again tomorrow.
Here's the address.
You mind if I throw you out?
Look, tonight, just before you go to sleep, you're going to like yourself a lot.
I'll send the furniture over.
Then I'm going to a doctor and get my head examined.
Come on, boys. We're going home.
- Father Flanagan?
- Yes.
I'm from the Morning Herald.
My editor, Mr. Hargraves, sent me over to see what you're doing, and...
Well, right now, we're putting up a little sign that Tommy made.
- We thought we might get some pictures. - Some pictures?
Hey, fellows, come on. We're going to get our pictures took.
Bring Father Flanagan's coat.
- All right, sure! - Oh, boy!
- Hotdog! - Take it easy, please.
Here.
Let's get rid of the rock. Here, hold the rock. Hold it, don't throw it.
Come right in here close. That's right.
- Put the rock behind your back. - Big smile now.
- Okay, Jimmy?
- Okay.
- All right, hold it. - Big smile.
Still.
Here he comes!
Hey, wait a minute, fellows. You know what we planned.
Come on, get in your places. Come on, we gotta sing. Come on.
Get in line.
Now, altogether...
Silent night!
Holy night!
All is calm all is bright
Round yon Virgin
Mother and Child
Holy Infant so tender and mild
Sleep in heavenly peace
Sleep in heavenly peace
Silent night!
Holy night!
That was a very nice reception, boys. Thank you very much.
Tommy, would you take that out in the kitchen?
What is it?
It's good food. And there's enough there for all of us, too.
- What is it?
- What's in it?
It's good cornmeal mush, not a tummy ache in a carload.
What else you got in the bag?
Well, I don't know, exactly.
I kind of picked these things up hither and yon.
Once I got a sleigh.
Shut up.
I thought you said if we were good, everybody would help us.
Well, I did say that, Skinny. I... But...
Well, maybe it'll take another Christmas to make friends for us.
Gosh, if we was in a reform school, it ain't mush for Christmas.
Tommy, are we going to forget what we're trying to do?
Gee, if I was home, my old man might wallop me... but we'd have turkey at Christmas.
Well, Christmas has other meanings, hasn't it, Bob?
Listen, I can get a turkey easy. It's a cinch. Everybody's busy.
Bob!
You should get down on your knees and ask pardon... for a thought like that on Christmas Eve.
Jingle bells, Jingle bells Jingle all the way
Mr. Morris!
- Merry Christmas, Tommy! - Merry Christmas, Mr. Morris!
Merry Christmas! Merry Christmas, everybody!
- Turkey and presents for everybody. - Merry Christmas.
Am I late?
If ever in the world a man was on time.
Now, everybody sing.
Jingle bells, Jingle bells Jingle all the way
Oh, what fun it is to ride In a one horse open sleigh
- Thank you, Father. - Hello, Dave.
Hello, I came over as soon as I could.
What's up?
Now, let's get out of here, Dave. It's pretty noisy.
Several new boys came in last week. We're suffocating here.
Now, look, Eddie, just what do you want?
Dave, it's grand to see you.
You certainly have had a wonderful year, haven't you?
It's been a wonderful year for both of us.
- Did you pay all your bills last month?
- Yes, sure. Most of them.
Skinny, what did I tell you about biting your nails?
A few little odds and ends, but I'll get the money for that.
That's what I was afraid of.
No, Dave, that isn't why I wanted to see you.
No, I want you to take me for a little drive. I want to show you something.
I'm a busy man.
That's just it, Dave. Now, you've been working too hard... with the new store and everything.
A little drive in the country will relax you.
Just what you need. Just what we both need.
- Bye, Father Flanagan. - Goodbye, boys.
Now remember what I told you.
Lovely country, isn't it?
Over 200 acres here of rich, fine soil.
You could really live and breathe out here.
- What about it?
- I want to buy it.
Now, look, Dave, I can get it cheap. Just look at it, Dave.
We could build a real town for the boys here.
They could have gardens, dormitories, gymnasiums, classrooms...
Mortgages, and bills, and debts! Be reasonable.
First you started with five boys, then it was 20, then it was 50.
With this place, you'd be looking for 100 boys.
- 500. - All right, 500. What?
How you going to get the money?
How you going to do it?
It's crazy.
Well, maybe you're right.
- What did you say?
- Maybe you're right.
Eddie, don't you feel well?
Maybe it's just a dream that I'll never see fulfilled.
It seems a shame though, a lot of boys cheated out of the chance... to live a nice, decent life out in the open, where they belong.
Stop it.
- How many acres?
- Over 200.
But you can't handle as big a thing as this... without a lot of public support, contributions.
I haven't been a bad risk so far, have I?
No, you've paid back everything. How, I don't know. It isn't that.
But this time you're biting off more than you can chew.
The newspapers aren't friendly to you, as it is.
- What do you think they'll say about this?
- I know.
- What do you suggest?
- Hargraves.
He owns the most powerful string of newspapers in the Middle West.
And he's a tough nut to crack.
You get Hargraves behind you, and maybe I can handle it.
That's fair, Dave.
All right, here you are. It's a bargain.
Nothing doing. Not till you get Hargraves.
- Thank you. - You're welcome.
- How do you do, Father? - Good morning, Mr. Hargraves.
We haven't met before, but I know of you.
Well, that shortens preliminaries.
- Can I help you?
- Do you want to?
If you mean, do I indorse your work, I don't, I'm sorry to say.
Well, that's all right.
But why do you go out of your way to hurt me?
There's a feeling in official circles that you're setting up a tacit criticism... of things as they are.
There was the same feeling when Newton suspected the law of gravitation.
There's also a feeling that the sooner you're discouraged, the better.
For yourself, too.
- No one questions your intentions. - But I'm paving the lower regions, huh?
Mr. Hargraves, I have 50 boys I've taken from the slums and the streets.
Right now they're on their way to becoming confident human beings.
I can do the same with 500.
Boys like that get their chances in institutions.
You know better than that.
Do I, Father Flanagan?
You have a string of newspapers. You get reports on human derelicts.
You know the percentage of boys who survive institutions.
Surely you must know, you above all men.
And you have no right to hinder me in helping children.
That's pretty stiff, Father.
What little I've done, I've done on nothing.
These boys, thieves some of them, have gone without clothes... they've even gone without food, but not one of them has deserted.
Not one, because they know what I'm trying to do to help them.
But there are some impossible young beasts who have to be manacled.
Look at this.
"Eleven-year-old boy convicted. Guilty of murder in the second degree.
"Jury renders verdict after 35 minutes deliberation.
"Court will sentence him to life in prison."
A semi-equipped young savage who's right where he ought to be.
You'll admit that, won't you?
This boy saw his mother being brutally beaten by a drunken father.
So he took a gun and killed him.
Suppose a man kills because his wife's been unfaithful:
Temporary insanity.
But an 11-year-old: Just a savage.
What do you want of me?
I want your help for homeless boys.
I want you to let the world know what I'm trying to do.
- No, I'm afraid I can't do that. - Why not?
Because I don't believe in what you're trying to do.
The very foundation is false.
"No such thing as a bad boy."
That's just a catch phrase, sentimental nonsense.
Of course you know you're flying in the face of the very best of public opinion.
I've seen you do that. You lead public opinion.
On my convictions.
You want me to throw them out the window.
A whole lot of good people feel just as I do... and we're not un-Christian monsters.
Well, if I'm right, you're pretty close to it. And so far, I've proven my case.
Mr. Hargraves, when you got into trouble at 11 or 12 years of age... you had your mother or you had your father to put their arms around you... to talk things over with.
Can you imagine the fright and the loneliness of a boy... without that love and understanding?
This poor kid... in prison for life.
I want a home for them, where they can stay... and where they can learn.
A town for boys... governed by boys.
It's worth a shot, isn't it?
Your sincerity is worth a shot.
Father, I'm not going to fight a plan as unselfish as yours.
But understand, when you fail...
I'll use you for a lesson in horse sense to the world at large.
Fair enough.
There we are, Dave.
We've got three fine new buildings. A grand beginning.
Yes, sir. And three fine mortgages might make a grand finish.
- We've had mortgages before. - Yes, little ones.
Look at the sweating you've done to raise nickels, dimes, quarters... penny contributions.
Now you've got to get dollars, hundreds, thousands.
Wait a minute, Dave, wait a minute. This doesn't have to be paid today.
- No, but the day will come. - Dave.
Now, Eddie, I know. I know you've always been in debt.
Debts up to your knees. This time it's up to here.
It might not be as bad as that.
You've got to stop thinking from here, and think from here a little bit.
Now, Eddie, come on.
Let's look at the figures, averages... and see what we can set aside.
Father, we'll have to go now if you're going to make that train.
My goodness, I forgot all about it. I'll be right with you, Paul.
Now where are you going?
A boy in the State Penitentiary wants to see me. He's in for life.
Yes, and you're in for life, too.
Thank you.
- Goodbye, Mo. - Goodbye, Father.
- Have a nice trip, Father. - Thank you.
- Goodbye, boys. - Bye, Father.
Pee Wee.
Are you going to be a good boy while I'm away?
Can I get my candy when you're away?
Freddie, everyday Pee Wee gets a piece of candy in my office... if he's a good boy.
Of course, if he isn't a good boy, then he won't expect it.
Because Pee Wee is an honorable man, aren't you, Pee Wee?
- Goodbye, boys. - Bye, Father.
- Nice trip. - Bye, Father.
- Father Flanagan. - Warden.
This is Joe Marsh. He leaves for a federal prison today.
- Hello, Joe. - Hi.
- I'm letting you use my office, Father. - I appreciate that.
The guard will let you know when the time is up.
- Would you like them to stay?
- No, I don't think that's necessary.
See you later.
I'm sorry I couldn't get here sooner, but I was up to my ears in work... when your letter came.
Yeah. Nursemaid for a couple of hundred kids ain't no cinch.
That's right, no cinch.
Look, I didn't want to see you for none of them phony prayers.
Nothing like that. I got something else on my mind.
All right, go ahead, shoot.
Get this, I ain't sorry for nothing.
Well, everybody has a right to look at things in their own way.
You bet. I went my own way, and I got to be headman, didn't I?
Guys took off their hats when I told them to... and there's plenty of them still scared that maybe I might bust out of this joint.
Well, now, look, you didn't have me come all the way from Boys Town... just to lord it over me, did you?
What's on your mind?
I got a kid brother, Whitey.
I've been taking care of him ever since my old lady died.
Well, he's batty about me. You know, thinks I'm aces.
Wants to be number one, like me.
But he ain't got what it takes.
He'd turn out to be a five-and-ten mug. That's where you come in.
- You want me to take him to Boys Town. - That's it.
The warden's got $280 I had on me. It's all yours.
He'll tell you where to find Whitey. He's here in Lincoln.
Well, we're overcrowded, but I guess I can find room for one more.
He's pretty tough. You may have to kick him around.
I doubt that.
Sorry, time's up.
- Goodbye, Joe. - So long.
Wait here, I'll be right down.
- Hello, son. - Hello, Father.
- Ante two. - Two?
You heard it.
Gee, I haven't had a hand yet.
I'm sitting in a rummy seat myself over here.
Keep your hands to yourself, Shorty.
See who it is.
- What's it worth?
- Two.
That's all it's worth.
- Hello, Father. - Hello, boys.
Hello, sir.
Hi, Doc.
Which one of you is Whitey Marsh?
I've got a message for Whitey. I'd like to deliver it to him alone.
Hey, wait a minute. I'm out about $1.10.
Come on back here.
There, that's better.
I'm Father Flanagan.
I saw your brother Joe just a little while ago.
We had a long talk about you, Whitey.
Joe wants you to come with me to Boys Town.
You've got a swell chance taking me to that joint.
That's right, a swell chance.
I've got $280 your brother gave me to take care of you.
I don't care if he gave you a million bucks.
What am I going to do in a broken-down nursery like Boys Town?
There are a lot of things you could do. We've got machine shops... carpenter shops.
We've got printing presses, farming.
I think you might like farming. It's good for you.
Keep you out in the open, put hair on your chest.
If you think you'll make a plow jockey out of me, you got another thing coming.
Now, look, Whitey, in a pinch I can be tougher than you are... and I guess maybe this is the pinch.
You're coming with me to Boys Town... because that's the way your brother wants it.
And that's the way I want it.
My arm!
My poor arm. You broke my arm.
You better get me to a hospital. I can't go nowhere.
My arm, poor broken arm.
- Well, let's see. Where does it hurt?
- Take it easy.
- Where is it?
Right here?
- Yeah, right there.
Well, I guess we can fix that...
Now, why don't you stop acting like a kid, Whitey?
- Hello, Father. - Hello, Mo.
Hello, Paul.
- Hello, Father. - How's everything, Mo?
- It couldn't be better. Everything's jake. - Good, that's cheerful.
Whitey, this is Mo Kahn, our second baseman and barber.
Mo, this is Whitey Marsh.
- Hello. - Hi, eagle-beak.
I'm going to have trouble.
Say, where are you from?
You probably got that big schnoz sticking it into somebody else's business.
- It's coming. - Come on, boys. Come on now.
- Say, how far is this place from Omaha?
- About 10 miles.
Ten miles?
What?
Are we stuck out at this place all the time?
We never get into town?
Once in a while, a football game, or baseball game. Some special occasion.
This is Birchwood Drive.
This is the main road leading to the home.
It leads out, too, don't it?
Boys, this is Whitey Marsh.
How are you?
Whitey, I won't introduce you to all these fellows.
You probably couldn't remember their names.
Okay by me. Got a lunch counter?
When do we eat?
When the bell rings.
- Hello, Father. - Hello, Freddie.
Whitey, this is one boy you have to meet.
This is Freddie Fuller, the Mayor of Boys Town.
- Hello, Whitey. - Hiya.
- I'll put him in your charge. - Yes, Father. This way, Whitey.
Okay.
I don't like a lot of kids looking at me like I was a freak or something.
Come on, gangway in here. Come on, open it up, buddy.
Boys, something tells me we're gonna have to use a lot of patience with Whitey.
But I don't think he's half as tough as he thinks he is.
Hey, Red. Take this bag of Whitey's, will you?
Service, huh?
Mammy.
Mammy.
Now I'll show you around.
- Do you have to do that?
- That's what we do.
- Hello, Pee Wee. - Grab them kind of young, don't you?
- Hey, what's your name?
- Go on, beat it, kid.
This is Pee Wee. He's sort of a mascot around here.
Everybody likes Pee Wee.
Yeah, I know, except I don't like kids hanging around me.
- What's your name?
- His name's Whitey.
Hello, Whitey.
Here, cut yourself a pair of diapers.
Gee, for me? That's swell.
Over there's the band room where the fellows practice.
- Got any poker players in the mob?
- No smoking, Whitey.
Just plain, nice boys, huh?
Hey, Whitey, I bet you can't do this.
Yeah, watch this, kid. Step back, will you?
Give me room.
You're wonderful.
What?
Are you kidding?
Hey, what's the skyscraper over there?
That's our own branch of the United States Post Office.
Well, what do you know about that?
Mo, I'm tired.
Listen, Pee Wee, why don't you stay here... and play mumblety-peg with your new knife?
I can't carry you.
Mo, come on. I'm tired.
All right. Okay, here we go.
Up. Attaboy.
Sucker.
On a clear day, you can see Omaha from here.
Yeah?
Then what you got?
That's our baseball field over there.
One of our players has just been signed by the St. Louis Browns.
- I like the Yankees. - You would.
Hey, how did you get to be Mayor?
Did Flanagan make you Mayor?
No, Father Flanagan didn't. I was elected by ballot.
We have an election every six months.
- I voted for you, Freddie. - I know you did, Pee Wee. Thanks.
Just like playing house, huh?
Say, Whitey, you carry me for a while, will you?
No, I might drop you.
There must be a lot of kids taking on the lam around here... with no fences or anything.
No, there never was a wall or a fence around this place.
Father Flanagan once told us... that a fence can't keep a fellow in if he don't want to stay in.
- It's all worked on the honor system. - Honor system?
A guy'd be a dope to try to do anything around here with 200 spies... ready to run and tell teacher on him.
There's no squealing.
Whenever you do anything wrong... you go to Father Flanagan and squeal on yourself.
Hey, you wanna know something?
I think you and Father Flanagan... and this whole joint is screwy.
Now, get this, Whitey.
You think you're a lot different from the rest of us. You're not.
We've got a lot of tough guys in this place.
Guys that'll take you apart and put you together again like a watch.
Any time you get an idea like that, let me know.
You can depend on that, Whitey.
When I get the idea, I'll let you know.
Say, Whitey, Father Flanagan wants to see you in his office, right away.
I was having such a good time.
Well, see you later, Mayor.
Come in.
All right, Pee Wee, go.
You're cold, Pee Wee.
Getting colder.
Warm. You're red hot, Pee Wee. You're red hot.
You took the biggest piece, didn't you?
So you've been a good boy, have you, Pee Wee?
Yes, Father.
Do you know what I think?
I think you've been extra good... and that makes a great deal of difference around here when you're extra good.
Then everybody's happy, aren't they, Pee Wee?
There, now you think that's enough for a really good boy?
Yes, Father. Thank you.
- Can I sit in the leather chair, Father?
- You bet your life.
I'd love to have you sit in the leather chair. Go ahead, Pee Wee.
Well, how do you like the place, Whitey?
The more I see of it, the more I don't like it.
Well, you will like it.
I'm clearing out of here the first chance I get.
There's a chance for that any hour of the day or night.
My hunch is, though, you won't take it.
I'll give you odds on that.
If I was a betting man, I'd take you up on that.
- Is that all?
- That's all.
I like Whitey, Father.
You and I, we like everybody, don't we, Pee Wee?
- He give me this. - He gave you that.
Yes, he gived it to me.
Goodbye, Father.
- Hello, Mr. Morris. - Hello, Pee Wee.
- What you got, the mumps?
- No, candy.
- Say, what's your name?
- This is Mr. Burton, Pee Wee.
Hiya, Burt...
Mr. Burton.
He's the chairman of Father Flanagan's board.
I'm gonna be Mayor someday.
Eddie, there's a little matter of red ink in the financial statement.
In other words, a deficit.
You have a rather bad situation here.
Yes, we have a boy in trouble.
Something new?
There's always a boy in trouble.
If we don't attend to this, there'll be a lot of boys in trouble.
Have all that stuff laid out in the gymnasium, and...
Hey, look.
Hello, kitchen?
Mr. Brown, how soon will lunch be ready?
Well, ring the bell right away, will you, please?
And give it two or three extra rings. Right.
Hello, Your Honor. Finished your tour?
The bell saved you, didn't it, buddy?
Whitey, you're sitting beside me.
All right, half-pint.
We thank Thee, Lord, for these, Thy gifts, which we have received... through Your merciful bounty.
Heavenly Father, I thank Thee for this food.
Gracious God, may the food that we are about to receive strengthen our bodies.
What's the matter, can't you all learn the same words?
Don't have to. You say the kind of grace you want to say.
At Boys Town everybody worships as they please, think the way they wanna think.
Sure. Some of us don't have to go to chapel.
If you're a Catholic, or a Protestant, you can go right on being one.
- Well, I'm nothing. - Then you can go right on being nothing.
And nobody cares.
Thanks.
Hey, who's the swell mob in the back there?
- They're the Commissioners. - In the gravy, huh?
How'd they get there?
Eenie, meenie, minie, mo?
No, elections. We vote for them.
How cute. Wonder how they'd like to move over?
Don't reach for that one, fellas, it's a mile over your heads.
But might I of Jove's nectar sup, I would not
change for thine
The thirst that from the soul doth rise
Let him sing. He's doing all right.
Doth ask a drink divine
But might I of Jove's nectar
He's nobody's fool.
Sup, I would not change for thine
- Here, let me help you, gimpy.
- No, that's all right. I can do it alone.
- Come on... - Let me alone.
I don't need any help, I tell you. I can manage.
What's the matter with that lug?
I was only trying to help him.
For a smart guy, you're an awful sap.
- Whitey, gimme a piggyback?
- I ain't helping nobody.
He didn't mean any harm, Tony.
I know that, Father.
That's a good idea. I do it myself sometimes.
Do you suppose I'll ever have any sense?
Why, sure, Tony, you've got a lot of sense.
Of course, you have to exercise it, so it'll grow.
People will always be trying to help me.
- I want to do things myself. - And why not?
I'm counting on you to be the Mayor of Boys Town.
No.
They want a fellow who's good at football and baseball.
Somebody they can cheer.
Tony, there's a true story about a man... who was very ill for a long time.
But he had courage, he got well.
People began to cheer him for a lot of things.
And he became the President of the United States.
And I only want to be the Mayor of Boys Town, someday.
- Good night, Tony. - Good night, Father.
- Hiya, Tony. - Hello, Mo.
Hey, Hillbilly, everything's set.
- Kid stuff. - Good night, Pee Wee.
Here he comes now.
Who's the smart guy that doused the lights?
A bunch of wise guys in here, huh?
Very funny, boys, very funny.
Come on, White-Wings, I want to get trimmed.
Okay. Trimmed is right.
Yes, sir.
Snappy, says I. Nice and neat now, my man.
None of that egghead business, get me?
By the way, how did you enjoy your golf?
That joke died last night. Leave it lay.
What shall we discuss, Your Lordship?
This great little metropolis, Boys Town.
- I'm afraid I'm beginning to like it here. - Goody.
Yes, sir.
In fact, I think I might even stay.
- A light trim. How's about it?
- Not bad.
No, sir, not bad at all.
Now, give me a massage.
I thought you were kidding.
I ain't kidding. The works, baby, the whole works.
Going down.
Okay, boss.
- I'm going to give you... - I ain't crazy about barbers gabbing.
- All right, close your eyes. - I got big problems to figure out... tremendous ones.
So button it up and do your stuff.
Now you just ruminate about those big plans.
You just grow up to be one of them big, strong, silent type of men.
You know, things ain't going to stay dead around this place, not for long.
I'm looking the gang over to see who's all right for my big plans.
I believe in organization.
And when I start picking my gang... you'd better hop on the bandwagon, White-Wings.
There's roll call.
- Roll call?
Where's that?
- Right back at the dormitory.
- I'll finish you later. - All right.
Here, buddy, keep the change.
- Morris! - Here, sir!
- Murphy! - Here, sir!
Marsh!
Whitey Marsh!
Marsh!
Whitey Marsh.
- Here. - Here, sir.
Here, sir.
Why, that...
- Mr. Mayor, if it please the court. - Yes, Father Flanagan.
Whitey, the laws of Boys Town are made by this body and enforced by this body.
The law doesn't require anything of a boy that isn't good for all of us.
We have to respect each other if we're going to like each other... and living here together as we all do... we have to like each other if we're going to get along.
We've been years building up the rules that we live by... and if you break them, you have to answer for it here, in our court.
You cannot escape it in Boys Town.
Okay.
Mo, there was a fight in your barber shop this morning.
Yes, sir.
- That was no fight. - I'll get to you in a minute.
Mo?
- Well, he came slamming in my shop... - Who struck the first blow?
The first blow?
What, are you kidding?
There was only one blow.
Careful, Whitey. There are extra charges for contempt of court.
Okay.
Mo?
He started riding me the second he struck here.
Last night in the dormitory, he...
Well, he kept on doing it.
Then this morning he comes into my shop, and he says:
"Hey, White-Wings, gimme a haircut, a massage...
"the whole works, baby, the whole works."
He sent me out looking like a mammy singer... and I don't take that from anybody.
That's why I sloughed him.
- Any questions?
- No questions.
- Did you ever milk a cow?
- Did I ever what?
It'll take him a day or so to learn.
For a month you will milk one cow a day, night and morning.
You mean that I'm gonna have to...
The second month, two cows a day.
That's for contempt of court.
May I suggest that for the fight they seem equally guilty?
What's the moving picture for tomorrow night?
- Buck Rides Again. - Gee whiz.
You will both attend the movie.
Hot dog.
You will stand in front of the hall with your backs to the screen... while we watch the show.
Mr. Mayor, before you dismiss them... come on now, boys, no hard feelings.
Okay. Shake the hand that's going to milk 90 cows, kid.
Next case.
Goodnight, gentlemen.
I seen that picture, anyway. I seen it in Madison.
- No good?
- Terrible.
Buck rides over the hill, shoots a bandit, rides back over the hill... scoops up the gal, they all live happy ever after, nothing to it.
Hey, a pool room. Come on in, I'll shoot you a game.
No, you can't. That's for the Mayor and the Commissioners.
Those guys got it pretty soft, ain't they?
Say, I think I'll run for mayor.
Why don't you?
I'll vote for you.
- Check. - And you can vote for yourself, that's two.
Look, you and me, we're supposed to be pals, you understand?
Me, too, Whitey.
Can he vote, too?
- Honest?
- Yeah, but only once.
You know what I'd make you if I was elected Mayor?
- What?
- Finance Commissioner.
Yeah?
- What'll I be, Whitey?
- The forgotten man.
- Would I show them an election. - Yes, siree.
My friends...
- comes the election, we'll all play pool. - Yippee!
Leave it pretty long so it'll cover that roller skate.
Hi, Tony. Been scouting around for you.
Look, you ain't kidding yourself about you got a chance for Mayor, are you?
- Well, I have some friends in school... - Sure, I know, but use the noodle.
You got to get around if you're going to be Mayor.
Look, I'll tell you what I'll do.
I'll shove you in as a Commissioner... then you won't feel like you bit off more than you could chew.
There's only six Commissioners. You've promised 10 that I know of.
There's no hard feelings after election.
You're a boss then. They got to take it.
Forget yourself, for the good of the school. Tell your friends to vote for me.
That's the big deal. I'll treat you right.
You've given me an idea, Whitey.
- I'll think it over. - Atta-kid.
- Hi, Whitey. - Mousehead.
Hiya, big shot.
Hey, Freddie.
There ain't no reason why fellows running... against each other for election can't be friends.
You've been Mayor for about six months now.
Don't be sore if the fellows think it's time they had a new one.
It's all right with me, so long as it isn't you.
Rather staggering, no doubt about that.
We've seen them like this before, haven't we, Dave?
- Well, what?
- There's a way out.
You refused admission last year to over 800 boys, no room.
That's true, unfortunately.
Did it ever strike you how many of that 800 offered to pay?
- No.
How many? - At least a third.
And your dormitories so full of boys who can't pay, you couldn't take those in.
With that kind of school, you could be financed, comfortably... by parents who will pay you to straighten out their boys.
- These figures... - Figures.
I've made liars out of figures all my life.
If I hadn't, there wouldn't be one stone on top of another in Boys Town.
Hundreds of boys have been here. They're out in the world now... with their heads up.
They're making good, every one of them.
That's serving my Creator and my country.
In 30 days, Father Flanagan, they'll be obliged to take this place away from you... unless you change your mind.
No use, Burton. He'll do what he thinks is right... if the heavens fall down.
You know figures are the most...
Later on, youngster.
Pee Wee.
This is Boys Town.
All right, Pee Wee, go.
You're as cold as Greenland.
Getting colder.
Now you're getting warm, Pee Wee.
You're burning up, Pee Wee. You're red hot.
There you are.
Hey, Pee Wee... did you brush your teeth?
I lost my toothbrush.
You lost your...
When, Pee Wee?
A couple of days.
A...
Paul, come in here.
A couple of... Pee Wee, I'm sorry about that.
Now that's my fault.
Paul, how in the world could we let Pee Wee go... for two whole days without a toothbrush?
Pee Wee, you've got to have some more candy to make up for that.
Paul, I want you to go right down... to the storeroom, and get him a brand new toothbrush.
And you ask the Commissioner of his dormitory how a thing like that... could ever happen, 'cause he's a good boy, and we've been neglecting him.
He wouldn't think of coming in here for candy if he hadn't been a good boy.
Take care of that right away, Paul, and make a big fuss about it. It's a shame.
I'm awfully sorry this happened. I'll get to the bottom of it.
Maybe I can find my toothbrush.
You mean, maybe someplace you haven't looked?
Yes, Father. It might be there.
Pee Wee.
You know, Pee Wee, when you don't look at me straight in the eyes...
I think maybe you don't like me.
- You said 30 days, Mr. Burton?
- Right.
The only solution you have to offer is to turn away the boys who cannot pay... and take in the boys who can.
Every man on your Board of Directors feels the same way.
I'm afraid we'll have to think of something else... because that cannot be done.
Will you leave me alone with the problem?
What are you going to do about it?
Something I do very privately, say a prayer.
We've been through some pretty tough spots together, haven't we?
I can't send boys away, not any of them.
Eddie, if you can pray your way out of this, I'll join the school.
And another thing...
I'm not going to say anything personal about one of the candidates.
I'll say that only to him.
Don't forget, a lot of us were pretty rough stuff when we came here, too.
But he's run a campaign rotten with lies and mud... and promises that he knew were lies when he made them!
I'm finished, Father.
Boys, I'm sorry I'm late.
Now, as usual, I take no side.
The election is your business.
All right, Whitey, it's your turn.
- Friends of Boys Town. - Take off your hat!
Excuse me, Father.
Well, fellows, here we go. Tomorrow's the big day.
I'm not much for making long speeches, but it looks to me... like you've been singing the same old tune around here all the time.
But believe me... if you vote right tomorrow, we'll be swinging that old tune.
Yes, sir, fellows, we'll be swinging it.
And may the best man win.
And now, boys, we'll hear from our other candidate, Tony Ponessa.
I've been in Boys Town about five years.
I've always hoped I might be Mayor sometime.
But there's something I want more than that.
Boys Town must always be just what Father Flanagan made it.
Must have a purpose, high ideals.
Well, I'm not sure of myself... but one of the candidates has proven he's the right man.
So I retire from the race.
I ask my friends to support Freddie Fuller for re-election.
Of all the double-crossing tricks. And the day before election!
Go on, the rest of you.
Quiet, boys, quiet.
Now, we have various ways here... of letting new boys find out how things are done.
I hope some of you haven't forgotten how long it took you.
Fellows. Now, listen to me.
Whitey and I have been battling for votes for ourselves... and Tony thought of nothing but Boys Town.
If you want a standing vote right now, Tony has it, hands down.
You mean "hands up," don't you?
If you want Tony for Mayor, raise your right hands.
Well, boys, this is very unusual.
And a very great honor, Tony.
You tried to give it away, and they gave it back to you.
Wait a minute.
We haven't heard from the other candidate.
And I got plenty to say, too.
I think you and Tony are a pair of dirty, double-crossing guys.
I told you any time I had the idea I could take you apart, I'd let you know.
- Yeah?
- Well, I got the idea.
Any time's all right for me. You know that, don't you?
Boys.
Well, it looks like this battle is inevitable.
All right, Whitey... but all fights here are according to Hoyle, and they're in the ring.
Okay!
Is that all clear, boys?
Now, you break when I tell you.
The rounds will be two minutes, one-minute rest.
Half a round, and a good long rest for him.
Go to your corners.
Fight.
Attaboy, Whitey!
Come on, get up there.
One, two. three, four, five.
Whitey!
One, two, three.
All right, Whitey, you've had enough.
It's in the middle drawer, Pee Wee.
There's Whitey. Where's he going?
Whitey!
Wait for me, Whitey!
Whitey, wait for me. Whitey!
Hey, where you going?
Go on, beat it, will you?
- You going away?
- Sure, I'm blowing the plant.
Go on back, will you, Pee Wee? Where you belong. That's a good kid.
On your way.
But you and me's pals, ain't we?
Go on and beat it, will you?
Go ahead.
I'm your pal, Whitey.
Take me with you.
No. I can't be bothered.
Go on and beat it, will you?
No, I want to go with you!
Go on, beat it.
No, I want to go with you.
Go on back and scram, will you?
Pee Wee!
Speak to me. Pee Wee.
I didn't mean it. Honest, I didn't.
Speak to me, Pee Wee!
Oh, God. I'll do anything, anything at all, Pee Wee.
I'll ride you piggyback. Go speak to me.
- I'll carry him, Father. - No, I'll take him.
Pee Wee.
No one is allowed.
...Christ, Our Lord. Amen.
Joe Marsh!
Joe, it's me, Whitey!
Come on, let's get outta here.
Yeah, come on.
Take the car. Wait at Bogg's Tavern.
- But how about you?
- You heard me. Get going.
I'll meet you later.
Sorry, kid. I didn't know it was you.
- Where'd he get you?
- Right here.
- Can you stand up?
- Yeah.
Come on. We gotta get outta here.
Let's go.
It's not bad. You'll be okay. Just lie still.
What are you doing out of school?
I walked out.
You walk back, get me?
You're going straight.
That's why I put you there.
Stay right here till I send for you.
- How'd you escape, Joe?
- Never mind that.
Listen, Whitey, no squawking or squealing.
No.
Don't talk until you're dead sure I got away.
- All right, Joe. - Keep that leg quiet.
Forget me, kid. My road's a lot too tough.
- So long. - Joe, don't go.
Unless there's a concussion, he'll be all right.
Take a little time, though.
Pee Wee, lad, I'll keep the candy on tap.
- You're wanted on the telephone, Father. - Thank you, Sister.
- Hello?
- Father Flanagan...
Whitey's hurt.
- He's hurt?
- Yeah.
He's over in a church at 19th and Dodge.
Hello?
...and I pray for Pee Wee.
It was all my fault, but I didn't mean it. Honest, I didn't mean it.
Let him live.
Please make him get well.
Are you hurt badly, Whitey?
- Who told you?
- I don't know.
- Do you?
- I ain't talking.
- How's Pee Wee?
- He's all right. He'll pull through.
- Can you walk at all?
- Sure.
Here, put your arm over my shoulder.
Good evening, Father.
Boys, you should be in bed, shouldn't you?
- Whitey's up there, isn't he?
- Yes, he is.
There's trouble, and we know it.
Evening, Father.
Did one of your boys come home wounded?
Yes, Whitey Marsh.
There was a bank robbery. The night watchman was killed.
Robbery?
Well, what has that got to do with Whitey?
I found this cap.
- And who are you?
- Reporter, Morning Dispatch.
The boy's name is in it, Father... and Boys Town.
I'm afraid there's something to it this time.
- Where did you find this?
- In the alley near the bank.
There was a trail of blood to a church. But we were a little late, he'd gone.
Yes, I got him.
- Where is he?
- In the infirmary.
Well, I'll have to take him in.
He's been wounded. He shouldn't be moved.
- I can't help that.
- Sheriff, I'm the head of a community... with complete autonomy and a better record than any in the State.
I'll be responsible for Whitey until he's able to be questioned.
Well, if the boy's hurt, I'll take your word, of course.
But I'll have to leave a deputy. Tim, you stand by.
I'll call later.
The wound is superficial, Father. Nothing to worry about.
Leave us alone, please, Sister.
All right, Whitey, let's have it.
- What?
- The whole story.
- There ain't nothing to tell. - Stop that.
They found your cap near the bank... and they followed your trail to the church, where I found you.
Why don't you leave me alone?
If I hadn't gotten there first, you'd be in jail now.
Whitey, I don't believe you're guilty.
You might as well save your breath. I ain't talking.
It was a bad day when I brought you here.
I've always said there was no such thing in the world as a bad boy.
I've built my life on it.
You're the only boy in all these years that hasn't had a heart somewhere... that I could reach, somehow, sometime.
Whitey, over 200 boys have a home here, but tomorrow night... they won't have any home.
And that's up to you, Whitey.
Because I never worked as hard with any boy in my life. I never had to.
I don't know nothing to tell, nothing to tell nobody.
Were you mixed up in robbing this bank and killing that watchman?
I heard some shots. I got scared, and I ran out to the alley... and I got plugged.
Then somebody picked me up and took me to the place where you found me.
- That's all I know. - You're lying!
You know a lot more than that.
I just got through telling you all I know!
Who picked you up in the alleyway and carried you?
You're shielding someone.
Are you going to see these boys turned out into the streets, into alleys... into reformatories, and worse?
Lose their home?
All right, Whitey, that licks me.
Yes, it was a sad, bad day when I brought you here.
It was, indeed.
The Sheriff left a deputy to watch you. I'll turn you over to the police tomorrow.
He doesn't feel like talking tonight.
Well, my friend, you're sticking to the finish, huh?
Eddie, come on down and see Hargraves. They're getting out extras, bad ones.
They've got the case tried... and they've got you hung, unless you can do something about it.
- Is this it?
Is it Boys Town?
- Yes.
- I got here, didn't I?
- Have you come far?
- Are you Father Flanagan?
- Yes.
How far, son?
I hitchhiked, maybe a week, but I got here.
I suppose you're hungry?
Yes, sir.
Eddie, please. We have to get downtown.
- Freddie! - Yes, Father.
Freddie, see that he has a bath, and some food, and a place to sleep.
- What's your name, son?
- Charley Haines.
All right, Charley, tomorrow we'll talk things over.
Thank you, Father.
What's the matter?
I'm going.
It's all over.
What's the matter, kid?
I want to make a confession.
A what?
All right, let's have it.
No, you got to get Father Flanagan.
Don't want to talk to nobody else.
Okay.
Beat it, Mo. I'll wait here.
It's my kid brother.
How'd you find us?
I heard you tell these guys where to go.
What are you doing?
Steering the cops here?
- Nothing like that. - Lay off that stuff, Rod.
Listen, Joe, you gotta make a break.
I kept my mouth shut, see, told nobody nothing.
But I'm as good as arrested for that job down there.
I had to even make a sneak to get here.
- Why, you... - Paul!
Wait a minute. Let's get this.
That school, with those kids. They're gonna be closed up tight.
Those kids sent to reform school.
It's taken away from Father Flanagan.
I don't care what they do to me... but I ain't going to see those kids tossed out like that.
Joe, I can't do it.
I'm telling you straight.
Get out, take your chances... because the minute I get back, I'm gonna spill the beans.
I don't wanna do it, Joe, but I gotta do it. I gotta.
It's okay with me, kid.
On your way. We'll make a break.
Joe!
Stay where you are. We break when we said we would.
Before daylight, and the kid sticks until we're well on our way.
Get it?
- Here you are. Get your paper! - Papers!
Paperboy.
"Authorities threaten to close Boys Town."
- Sorry, Father. - Thanks.
Extra! Boys Town suspect. Murder at bank robbery!
Night watchman killed! Extra!
- Hello, Father. I came as soon... - Mr. Hargraves.
What kind of Christian logic can allow you to destroy us... before anybody gets to the bottom of tonight's business?
That sounds pretty terrible as you put it.
I don't know how much this boy had to do with it.
I can't get him to talk.
But I have a hunch he's not guilty.
I think you should pull your punches until somebody... finds out something, and does it definitely.
Now I really do.
Father, I left this office an hour ago, because women's clubs, societies...
- everybody was calling me. - All I'm asking for is a little time.
My friendship for you is definitely known.
If I pull any punches, they'll say I forgot my duty as a newspaperman for you.
- I can't stand for that. - All right.
Suppose tomorrow you find out the whole thing is wrong.
Suppose you find out the boy isn't guilty... and that my record is clean and clear of anything like this.
How will you feel then?
You are my friend. Now tell me, how will you feel?
All I want is a little time to let the thing clear itself. That's all.
Excuse me.
Yes?
Police Headquarters?
Your friend, Whitey Marsh, has escaped.
Two of the other boys went with him.
I believe you made yourself responsible for him.
That means something like "accessory after the fact."
Well, I'm afraid that's all.
Sorry, Father. Goodnight.
Hello, Reynolds?
That boy, Whitey Marsh, escaped from Boys Town.
Two of the other boys went with him.
Put that where the public can see it.
And, Reynolds... feature an editorial against sentimental rubbish about juvenile derelicts.
Whitey's at Bogg's Tavern.
Whitey's at Bogg's Tavern.
Whitey's at Bogg's Tavern.
Whitey's at Bogg's Tavern.
Whitey's at Bogg's Tavern.
Whitey's at Bogg's Tavern.
Whitey's at Bogg's Tavern.
- Good night, Dave. - Good night.
Freddie! Tony!
Sister, what's happened?
The boys, they're all gone.
I don't know, Father.
I do, Father.
They're going to Bogg's Tavern, after Whitey.
Bogg's Tavern?
Please find Whitey, Father.
All right, Pee Wee. You go to sleep now.
Freddie, Mo, Tony.
Haven't I troubles enough without all of you going crazy?
We're not crazy, Father.
Whitey's with his pals. We're going to get them.
You'll do nothing of the kind. They may be murderers.
There's been a man killed.
They can't kill all of us, Father.
So that's the way you feel about it, huh?
Keep out of it, Father, will you, please?
No.
Bless your hearts.
Turn out those lights. Let's go.
Here they come.
Don't move.
Hey! Wait a minute, fellows, give me a chance!
Won't somebody give me a chance?
Give me a chance to explain!
Clear a way, there.
We're coming through, Father.
Get him!
Quiet, boys!
Now there's just one thing I want to know.
The rest is for the police.
Wait a minute. Don't hand the kid over.
Hey, Whitey, come here and tell him.
Let him go. Come on, Whitey, spill everything.
I couldn't tell you nothing before.
I didn't have no part in robbing the bank.
I couldn't tell you, because I couldn't give my brother up.
I didn't come here to make a sneak with them.
I came here to tell Joe that I wasn't going to see Boys Town smashed.
That's what I came here for.
I told him I wasn't going to give him up, Father. That's all.
I told him I was going straight back to you and tell the truth.
But these other two guys, they held me here. They wouldn't let me go.
Quiet.
That's the truth about tonight.
I've been good and rotten at Boys Town, but that's the truth about tonight, Father.
I couldn't squeal on my brother.
Eddie, shut your eyes.
Now open them again.
And this hand is paralyzed from signing for registered letters.
$50,000.
And that gorgeous color, black.
You win.
What would it cost to build a dormitory for 500 boys?
One quarter of a million dollars.
Come on, sit.
Boys, I have a startling thing to say to you.
In our midst is a lad who has refused to act as an official here.
Now that is reprehensible.
He is notoriously shy, a shrinking violet.
But... no excuse is good enough for refusing duty when Boys Town calls.
The present Mayor, Tony Ponessa... and the rest of the candidates agree with me.
No boy can sidestep the call of duty.
I ask for a standing vote, acclamation.
I nominate Whitey Marsh.
My pal, Whitey.
I wished I could think of something to say.
And if I could think of something...
I wished I could say it.
I'm going to try to make...
I mean...
I'm going to try to help to make...
I mean...
I'm going to try to help... to keep Boys Town the kind of place...
What a guy you picked to be Mayor.
There is no bad boy.
Good morning, Miss Swallow.
- Why, what's the matter?
- Dr. Huxley is thinking.
Alice, I think this one must belong in the tail.
Nonsense.
You tried it in the tail yesterday and it didn't fit.
Yes, that's right. I did, didn't I?
David, it's a telegram for you from Utah. It's from the expedition.
The expedition!
Open it. I'll be right down.
David, they found it! They found it, David!
Not the intercostal clavicle?
It's on its way. It'll be here tomorrow.
Just think of it, Professor.
The very last bone we needed to complete the brontosaurus.
The intercostal clavicle is arriving tomorrow after four years' hard work.
- Congratulations, my boy. - Isn't it great?
I can hardly believe it!
Stop it. Really, David, there's a time and place for everything.
What will Prof. LaTouche think?
After all, you're getting married tomorrow.
- Yes, I know we are...
- Right, we're getting married tomorrow.
Isn't that odd?
Two important things happening on the same day.
I think the occasion calls for a celebration.
Don't worry, we'll celebrate.
We're going away directly after we're married.
Going away?
What are you thinking of, David?
After receiving this telegram?
As soon as we're married, we're coming directly back here...
- and you're going on with your work. - Alice.
Now, once and for all, David, nothing must interfere with your work.
Our marriage must entail no domestic entanglements of any kind.
- You mean...
- I mean of any kind, David.
Alice, I was sort of hoping...
You mean children, all that sort of thing?
Exactly.
This will be our child.
Yes, David, I see our marriage purely as a dedication to your work.
Alice, everybody has to have a honeymoon and...
We haven't time.
You have an appointment this afternoon.
- Have I?
What for?
- To play golf with Mr. Peabody.
What Peabody?
The Alexander Peabody who represents Mrs. Carleton Random.
Now let me think.
Who may donate $1 million to the museum to complete all this.
Oh, sure! That Mr. Peabody.
$1 million. That's pretty white of Mr. Peabody.
You haven't got it yet.
Let me remind you that a lot depends on the impression you make on him.
Don't worry. After I've received this, I feel good for anything.
I'll wow him, I'll knock him for a loop.
David, no slang. Remember who and what you are.
- That's right. - Go on. You mustn't keep him waiting.
- Goodbye, Alice. I mean, Professor. - Don't forget your golf clubs.
Remember, let Mr. Peabody win.
Yes, Alice. I will.
Oh, dear. Excuse me.
I can't tell you, Mr. Peabody... how much this endowment would mean to the museum... and to me personally.
If you could just give me some assurance...
If you could give me some assurance that you'd... consider us first before you donate that million to anyone else, I'd appreciate it.
Dr. Huxley, you seem to be under some misapprehension.
I haven't got $1 million.
I represent the possible donor, Mrs. Carleton Random... whose legal advisor I happen to be.
Yes, of course.
I forgot.
Mr. Peabody, then I wonder... if you could use your influence with Mrs. Random, that would be nice.
Dr. Huxley, when I play golf, I only talk golf...
- and then only between shots. - Yes, of course.
I'm sorry.
Couldn't we continue this discussion over a whisky and soda after our game?
Yes, we could.
Meantime, I believe you hooked your ball.
Yes, I did.
I'll be with you in a minute, Mr. Peabody.
Yes. All right.
Look!
You can't...
That's my ball. Just a minute!
Here's hoping. I say, just a minute. I beg your pardon.
Oh, dear.
- You shouldn't do that, you know. - What shouldn't I do?
Talk while someone's shooting.
Anyway, I forgive you because I got a good shot.
- You don't understand. - It's right next to the pin.
That has nothing to do with it.
- You playing through?
- I've just teed off.
You must be a stranger here. You should be over there.
This is the 18th fairway and I'm on the green. If I sink this, I'll beat my record.
Be there in a minute! What kind of ball are you playing?
- PGA.
- I'm playing a CrowFlight.
I like a PGA better.
I'm trying to prove that you're playing my ball.
A PGA has two black dots, and a CrowFlight has a circle.
I'm not superstitious.
- That has nothing to do with it.
- Stop talking and take out the pin.
Oh, my, this is so silly.
See?
It's a circle.
Of course. Do you think it would roll if it were square?
I have reference to a mark on the ball. That proves it's a CrowFlight.
That's mine.
What does it matter?
It's only a game, anyway.
Young lady, you don't seem to realize... you've placed me in a very embarrassing position.
Really?
I'm sorry.
The most important lawyer in New York is waiting for me on the first fairway.
Then it's silly of you to be fooling around on the 18th green.
You don't mind if I take this with me?
Not at all.
Tell the caddy master to put it in my bag when you're finished.
Huxley, come on!
Yes, I'll be with you in a minute, Mr. Peabody!
Hey, mister, I think that's your car.
I'll be with you in a minute, Mr. Peabody!
What do you think you're doing?
I'm trying to un-park my car.
- Oh, hello. - This is my car!
Good.
Would you mind moving it out of the way?
- No.
This is my car. - Yes, I understand that.
If you move it back four feet, I'll be able to get out.
I'm afraid you've made a mistake. Maybe this is yours. What did you say?
I said if you move it back about four feet, I'll be able to get out.
I'm in a terrible hurry, and I can't budge.
- You want me to move your car?
- Would you mind terribly?
- Yes, I will, but...
- That would be awfully kind.
- Take it very easy. - Yes, I'll go slowly.
What are you doing?
I have to get into position.
Please be careful.
I will. Now, you say when.
- Yes, all right. - Am I clear?
Yes, you're clear now.
- Now look what you've done. - That's all right.
I'm insured.
I don't care whether you're insured or not!
Let me drive this car.
It's all right.
It's an old wreck, anyway. It doesn't matter.
You don't understand. This is my car!
- You mean this is your car?
- Of course.
Your golf ball, your car?
Is there anything in the world that doesn't belong to you?
Yes, thank heaven.
You!
Now, don't lose your temper.
Young lady, I'm not losing my temper. I'm merely trying to play some golf.
You choose the funniest places. This is a parking lot.
Will you get out of my car?
- Get off my running board. - This is my running board!
All right, honey, stay there.
Help me!
Don't think everything in the world is yours.
This is my car, I'll handle it.
If you want to come with me, go ahead.
I'll be with you in a minute, Mr. Peabody!
Good evening, sir.
I'm looking for Mr. Alexander Peabody. I believe he's dining here.
Mr. Peabody has not arrived yet.
Is that so?
Well, I'll just wait.
- Yes, sir. - Good evening, Louis.
- Good evening, Mr. Brown. Right this way. - Thank you.
May I check your hat, sir?
- Excuse me?
- Check your hat?
No, I better...
Maybe you'd...
I'm sorry. Look at that. I dropped my hat.
- Now, watch very carefully.
- I'm watching. I take an olive, I throw it in that glass, but there it is.
- Now I throw it in that one. - Wait. Now, without the...
Go on.
Watch.
I know what happens. That's wonderful. You take three, don't you?
Only you cheated. You can see me take three.
You throw it in the glass. Take another one, throw it.
- Good! - And then you do this.
I'm so sorry. Oh, hello.
You're sitting on your hat.
- I know it. - That's silly. Get up.
I'm awfully sorry.
I couldn't be more apologetic, really.
Well, I might have known you were here.
I had a feeling just as I hit the floor.
That was your hat.
Look at it. Look.
Yes, it's too bad, isn't it?
Joe here was showing me a trick, and the olive got away.
First you drop an olive, then I sit on my hat. It all fits perfectly.
You can't do that trick without dropping some of the olives.
It takes practice.
What, to sit on my hat?
No, to drop an olive.
Now, if you're going to be angry with me, what can I do?
Go away.
No.
I was here first.
- Then I'll go away. - What, you...
Won't you just take the olive dish?
No, it's all right. I'll sit here. You don't mind, do you?
- Not at all. - This is rather difficult.
- I guess it is. - Goodness.
Your face is familiar. Haven't we met somewhere?
Not to my knowledge.
You're wrong. My name's Susan Vance.
I'm Dr. Fritz Lehman.
That's all right.
You can sit down. I don't mind at all.
- You may have heard me lecture. - What do you lecture about?
I usually talk about nervous disorders. I am a psychiatrist.
Oh, crazy people.
We dislike the use of that word.
All people who behave strangely are not insane.
Is that so?
Would you mind if I asked your professional opinion about something?
Not at all.
What would you say about a man who follows a girl around... and then when she talks to him, he fights with her?
Fights with her?
Is the young man your fiancé?
No.
I don't know, I never even saw him before today.
No, he just follows me around and fights with me.
The love impulse in man very frequently reveals itself in terms of conflict.
The love impulse?
Without my knowing anything about it... my rough guess would be that he has a fixation on you.
Wait a minute, I can't remember more than that.
A fixation? "The love impulse in man frequently reveals itself in terms of conflict." - That's right.
- I'm eternally grateful to you.
You're absolutely wonderful. Thank you very much.
Do you know why you're following me?
You're a fixation.
I'm not following you. I haven't moved from this spot.
Please, you're following me.
Don't be absurd. Who's always behind whom?
My dear young lady, I haven't been behind anything... but what they call the eight ball.
I haven't been all day. - You're angry, aren't you?
- Yes, I am.
The love impulse in man frequently reveals itself in terms of conflict.
- Excuse me.
The what impulse?
- Love impulse.
The trouble with you is that you have a...
Look, all I'm trying to do... is find the gentleman whom, thanks to you...
I abandoned on the golf course today.
That's all. Now please go...
Say, this isn't...
Where do you suppose I...
- Hold this a minute.
I'll be right back. - Yes.
Missed.
- I'm sorry I was so long. - It's quite all right.
I had a very entertaining conversation with a young lady who does tricks... with olives when she gets it right.
Fritz, where's my purse?
I thought you had it with you.
No, I left it right here on the table.
- My diamond pin was in it. - Your diamond pin?
You just lost a diamond pin. We're going to find it, all right?
- Don't worry about it. - Excuse me.
Why, there it is. Thank you very much. It's very kind of you.
- Thank you. - Why, no.
This is my purse. My diamond pin is in it.
- Will you please...
- No, I'm afraid...
- Give me that. - Will you please hand it over?
- Do something about it. - Keep out of it, darling.
- I did the trick.
- You did?
Good.
It is madness for you to say it's not my wife's.
You've made a slight blunder. This belongs...
There is the young lady. Isn't this your purse?
- No, this is my purse. - There you are. Hand it over.
Just a minute. Didn't you give me this purse to hold?
Yes, that's right, I did. I gave him the purse to hold.
There's been a mistake. I lost my purse.
I must've picked up your wife's purse by mistake.
I wanted him to stay here, so I gave him this purse... while I went to find mine.
I was coming back. - Now, that's all perfectly clear, isn't it? - No, it isn't.
- She's going to give me an explanation. - No!
My dear sir, it never will be clear as long as she's explaining it.
- Now please let me go. - Just a minute.
He's innocent.
Now you have your wife's purse, I have my purse... and Louie will explain it all to you and everything will be all right.
Please listen. You can't think I did that intentionally.
If I could think, I'd have run when I saw you.
If you'd only let me explain.
I just gave you my purse to...
You've torn your coat.
Now, I didn't do it on purpose. That's not right.
It's not my fault.
I did it, but I didn't mean to do it. I just caught hold of your coat.
Will you do something for me?
A needle?
No, it's simpler than that. Let's play a game.
What?
Watch. I'll put my hand over my eyes, and then you go away. See?
Then I'll count to 10, and when I take my hand down... you will be gone.
One...
I like that. I was only trying to be nice.
Thank you.
Just a minute!
You can't talk to me that way then crawl out of it.
- When I'm mad, I'm mad. - Something horrible has happened.
Don't tell me about it. Just get out of it as best you can.
Please stop following me around, fixation or no fixation.
I've had enough.
- Stop talking, so I can tell you...
- I'm just trying to tell you, you've torn... - No, I didn't.
- If you'd waited for my explanation...
- Not my coat your coat would still be very all right.
- What is the matter with you?
- You see, I...
Do you realize you're making a fool out of yourself?
You can't tell me I tore your coat. There's such a thing as being fair.
Will you please stop doing that with your hat?
Just stand there, will you?
What in the world is going on?
- No!
Please don't move! - I've had enough of this.
Listen to me.
Let's get out of here. Just start walking.
So now you want to walk.
Well, I'm quite sure that I don't want to walk with you.
I hope you realize that you've made a perfect spectacle of yourself.
Have you finished?
- Yes. - Thank you.
Don't just stand there.
Do something.
Oh, my goodness. Get behind me.
- I am behind you. - Get closer.
I can't get any closer.
Are you ready?
Be calm. Left foot first.
- Go straight out the door. - I have to meet someone here.
There he is.
Don't you dare leave me.
I'll be with you in a minute, sir.
It's very important that I meet this man to explain to him what happened... although if I saw him, I wouldn't know what to say.
It's perfectly simple.
Tell him you met someone you knew and were detained.
I can picture myself explaining our exit from the Ritz Plaza to Mr. Peabody.
It's not Boopie that you're trying to see?
No.
His name's Peabody.
Alexander Peabody. But that's Boopie, and I know him well.
I was going to have supper with him tonight. He'll do anything I ask.
- Let's go to the Ritz and catch him. - I'd better go there alone.
If we miss him there, we'll go out to Riverdale. There you are.
- I couldn't spend that much time.
- Riverdale's only half an hour away.
Yes, but I have to go to Carnegie Hall to meet Miss Swallow.
- Miss Swallow? - Yes.
I'm engaged to Miss Swallow.
Engaged to be married?
- That's right. - That's nice.
- Then she won't mind waiting, will she?
- I wouldn't like to...
If I were engaged to you, I wouldn't mind waiting at all.
- I'd wait for ever. - But it wouldn't be right.
- I finally got you here, didn't I?
- Yes.
Susan, do they build all the houses in Riverdale alike?
I don't think so.
Why?
Because if they don't, we've passed this one six times in the last hour.
But it was such a lovely night for a drive.
Come on.
Oh, dear.
There aren't any lights. Mr. Peabody must have gone to bed.
No, he couldn't have gone to bed this soon. It's early.
If they expected you, they could, with the covers over their heads.
If you don't stop nagging, I won't help you arrange matters with Boopie.
I've a feeling it might be better if you didn't.
- Why?
- I don't think we ought to do this, Susan.
If we wake him up, he'll be irritable.
I don't think it's gonna work, but I know where Boopie sleeps.
You can't climb in a man's bedroom window.
I know.
It's on the second floor.
Please, it's too late now. You can't wake him up.
Can't I?
What are you doing?
- Pebbles. - What for?
If you throw pebbles against a window, people think it's hail... and then they come and close the window.
I know we ought to go now, but somehow I can't move.
I guess they weren't big enough.
Why not... What?
- Here's a pip. - Just a minute!
Jeepers! Let's get out of here.
Don't worry, everything's going to be all right.
Tomorrow, when Boopie's calmed down, we'll go and see him together.
Now, just a moment. Don't think that I don't appreciate all you've done...
It was nothing, David...
Just a moment.
But there are limits to what a man can bear.
Besides, tomorrow afternoon I'm going to get married.
What for?
Because...
Anyway, I'm going to get married, and don't interrupt.
Now, my future wife has always regarded me as a man of some dignity.
Privately, I'm convinced that I have some dignity.
Now, it isn't that I don't like you, Susan... because after all, in moments of quiet, I'm strangely drawn towards you... but there haven't been any quiet moments.
Our relationship has been a series of misadventures... from beginning to end.
So if you don't mind, I'll see Mr. Peabody alone and unarmed.
Without me?
Yes, without you, and definitely without you.
Now, Susan, I'm going to say goodnight.
And I hope that I never set eyes on you again. Goodnight.
Yes, I did see Mr. Peabody, but I didn't see him.
That is, I didn't see him really.
Yes, I spoke to him twice, but I didn't talk to him.
But I don't understand. Did you see him or didn't you?
No, I don't know.
How do I know?
Because...
There's someone at the door.
You see, there are some things that are very hard to explain, Alice... and as soon as I...
Yes, Alice.
Now, Alice, before we're married this afternoon... there's one thing we must have clear.
I don't want any woman interfering with my affairs. It's fatal.
That's the stuff, buddy.
- What do you want?
- Dr. Huxley?
Sign here.
Just a minute, Alice. I have to sign something.
Alice, it's arrived!
The intercostal clavicle. Yes, isn't that wonderful?
Isn't that a marvelous wedding present?
Thank you.
You see, I'm going to be married this afternoon.
Don't let it throw you, buddy.
Yes, Alice.
Yes, isn't it great?
Alice, I'm so excited.
I'll tell you what you do.
You go on down to the museum... and I'll meet you there right away.
Hello.
Oh, it's you.
I can't hear very well. Come closer to the telephone.
I said, "Good morning, David." Do you want a leopard?
Why should I want a leopard?
For that matter, why should I?
But I've got one.
- Where would you get a leopard?
- I wouldn't get a leopard.
My brother Mark got him. He's hunting in Brazil and he caught him.
Why should my brother be hunting stuffed leopards in Brazil... when he can find them right here in New York?
It's a stuffed leopard.
Of course.
David, it's lucky I met you yesterday, because you're the only zoologist I know.
Of course I know what a zoologist is.
Get out of here. No, not you, David.
Baby, get back into that bathroom. You're making a nuisance of yourself.
No, not you, David. No, I want you to come right over.
David, don't be irrelevant. The point is, I have a leopard.
The question is, what am I going to do with it?
Susan, I regret to say the leopard is your problem.
You mean you refuse to help me?
David, you can't do that.
You can't leave me alone with a leopard.
I'll come and get you in my...
Susan! What happened?
Is it the leopard?
No.
Nothing happened to me, David, I just...
I mean, the leopard!
David, the leopard!
Can you hear me, Susan?
Susan, be brave! I'll be right there!
Hold on there, Susan! Susan! Can you hear me?
I'll be there, Susan!
- You're all right. - Yes, I'm all right.
- You lied to me! - No.
Just a little.
Telling me a ridiculous story about a leopard.
- I have a leopard.
Right in there. - Where is it?
- I don't believe you. - But you have to believe me.
I've been the victim of your unbridled imagination once more.
That'll teach you to go around saying things about people.
You've got to get out of this apartment.
But I can't.
I have a lease.
You've got to get that thing out of here.
Don't worry, he's all right.
What are you gonna do?
- Call the zoo. - You can't!
That's the meanest thing I ever heard.
He's a pet, he'd be miserable in a zoo.
Listen. From my brother Mark:
"Dear Susan, I'm sending you Baby." That's Baby.
"Guard him with your life.
"He's three years old, gentle, and he likes dogs."
I don't know whether that means he eats dogs or is fond of them.
Mark's so vague.
"He also likes that song, I Can't Give You Anything but Love, Baby. "
- That's absurd! - No, it isn't, really.
Listen.
This is probably the silliest thing that ever happened to me.
It's silly but true. He absolutely adores the tune.
What's the difference?
It's silly that he likes such an old tune. I imagine that down in Brazil...
- Stop this, Susan. - Let me show him to you.
Don't go near the door! Dear, dear.
Watch, David. He'll go right toward the music.
Look at that. Isn't this remarkable?
It loves it, David.
If we put the Victrola in the bathroom, will it go back in?
Yes, but the music sounds better out here. Besides, he likes it.
Here it comes.
Now go away! Please go away!
I'm gonna get out of here.
Susan, I don't like leopards.
- Just think of him as a house cat. - I don't like cats either.
- Stand still.
Don't be nervous. - Make him stand still!
Don't be silly. You can't make a leopard stand still.
Do something.
Turn off that Victrola.
I don't think it's the music. I think it's you.
I think you've found a real friend. Isn't it affectionate, like a baby kitten?
I never saw anything take such a liking to anyone. It'd follow you anywhere.
We'll have no trouble taking it to Connecticut.
My farm in Westlake, Connecticut.
I'm not going to Westlake, Connecticut.
I will not be involved in any more harebrained schemes.
Imagine Aunt Elizabeth coming here and running smack into a leopard.
That would be an end to my $1 million.
If you had an aunt who was going to give you $1 million and she found a leopard...
- in your apartment, what would you do?
- I don't know.
You have to help me.
There are only two things I have to do, finish my brontosaurus and get married.
Go on, quitter.
It's no good calling me names, because I won't argue with you anymore.
I don't want anything to do with a leopard.
Go on, Baby, down the stairs.
Good morning.
- Good morning, Professor. - Good morning.
You'd better change your mind about coming to Connecticut.
Susan, we settled that question once and for all.
But what about my leopard?
That's your problem.
It's not all my problem.
Susan, will you please go away?
All right.
Since he likes you so much, I've decided to give him to you.
I won't take him.
You've got him.
Don't go away! I've got the leopard!
Oh, dear, look at that.
No, David, all I was doing was driving along.
You were standing on the sidewalk yelling, and looking very silly.
You know very well you tricked me into this trip.
Look.
Eating your car.
Look at the road!
I have a feeling something horrible is going to happen.
Everything's going to be all right.
I don't care anymore.
Hello.
What's the matter, did you get lonely?
Susan, if you know any shortcuts, please take them.
We'll be there in no time.
I just want to deliver this leopard, take the first train back to town... and forget the last 24 hours ever happened.
Now, what's wrong with the last 24 hours?
I've had a wonderful time.
Susan, I don't know. You look at everything upside down.
I've never known anyone quite like you.
You've just had a bad day, that's all.
That's a masterpiece of understatement.
Look, I can't discuss anything with you... with Baby breathing down the back of my neck.
Get down.
Go on. Now lie down.
Susan, duck!
Never hang on to a leopard's tail!
Sing, David!
Anyway, I still insist that he was right in the middle of the road.
I've never hit anything that was in the right place.
That wagon was on the side of the road.
It was straight ahead of me. That's why I hit it.
- What time is it?
- We'll be there in no time.
We just have to stop at Westlake and get some meat for Baby.
Why, he's already had an assortment of ducks and chickens.
Not to mention a couple of swans.
All feathers.
Yeah, very expensive feathers.
I don't see how any pair of swans could cost $150. That was a gyp.
If you'd run, as I told you to, we shouldn't have had to pay for them.
Susan, when a man is wrestling a leopard in the middle of a pond... he's in no position to run.
There it is, David. Please hurry up.
Why, of all places, when you have a leopard in the car... did you stop in a town where there's a circus?
I didn't stop because there's a circus, but Baby's going to be hungry.
Please hurry. If Baby wakes up, we'll be in trouble.
I don't suppose it will make any difference, but you're parked in front of a fireplug.
I know it.
Don't worry. I'll take care of everything.
You go ahead.
50, $1.00. Thank you.
Yes.
What can I do for you?
I want 30 pounds of sirloin steak, please.
Did you say 30 pounds?
- Yes, that's right, 30 pounds. - How will you have it cut?
- Just in one piece. - You going to roast it or broil it?
- It's going to be eaten raw.
Hey, lady. That's a fireplug.
I know it.
- It's against the law to park alongside one. - I know it.
- Come here. - Who, me?
Why?
I am Constable Slocum.
Is that so?
- How do you do?
I'm Susan Vance. - How do you do?
I don't care who you are, I just want you to know you can't park beside a fireplug.
- I was just watching the parade. - You were?
I suppose you get free seats to the circus.
Elmer and I usually get a... That has nothing to do with it.
I'm just going to give you a ticket.
Thank you very much.
I'd love to go to the circus... but you better keep your tickets because I'm busy tonight.
Yeah? Well, it ain't that kind of a ticket.
Jeepers.
Young lady, it might interest you to know that you're under arrest.
Oh, well.
I mean, why?
For parking alongside of a fireplug.
I'm not parked next to a fireplug.
Yeah?
What do you call that?
You mean that you think that this is my car?
Ain't it?
No.
That's my car.
Why didn't you say so in the first place?
You didn't ask me.
Say, do you grind this up before you eat it?
This isn't for me. It's for Baby.
For who?
Hurry up, Baby.
Get in!
- But... - Jump on!
That isn't your car!
No, but it's my leopard!
- Wait a minute!
That's my car! - What are you yelling about?
They stole my car. Last night, she tried to steal my wife's purse.
Don't stand there. Do something!
Catch them!
Well, Elmer, bless me. Bring back that car!
- I'm glad we finally got here - Isn't it wonderful?
We could put him in that box Wait, don't open the door
- until you close those - I think that is a good idea, too
I hope he won't get out
Stand by that door, and I'll open this one
He'll just walk along, I hope
Come on, Baby.
Go on
In the stall, Baby
Come on, baby, right in there, right in there
Right in there
Now everything is quite all right
No, everything is not all
Everything is not all right, Susan. Maybe for you, but I've got to get to New York.
Now one thing's settled, you start worrying about something else.
One of us should worry! On top of all this, we've stolen a car!
That's all right. I'll send it back. I don't like it, anyway.
I suppose you'd like me to leave it with the constable on my way back.
No, you might be arrested. Besides, it's a hot car.
You're going to file the numbers off the engine.
No, I'll have the gardener take it back after it's dark.
- Stop it! - You're shedding.
Now, where's the telephone?
- Out that door. - That's all I want to know.
What I want to suggest is...
I don't want any more suggestions from you. My fiancée is waiting for me.
In order to get married, I have to get to New York.
I want you to be married, I think you should be married.
I think every man should be.
But I don't think any girl will marry you...
- looking the way you do. - Where's the phone?
- In there, but look at yourself. - What's the matter with me?
I am dirty, aren't I?
You see?
What I want to suggest is...
The only way I'll follow another of your suggestions... is if you hold a bright object in front of my eyes and twirl it.
I understand. I simply wanted to suggest...
I don't want any suggestions. I just want to clean up.
Where is there a shower?
That's what I was going to suggest, a shower.
- Hannah. - Yes, Miss Susan?
Send these into town and have them cleaned and pressed.
- Why?
I can do them here. - Don't argue with me, Hannah.
Into town. Have them cleaned and pressed.
It'll take a lot longer.
There's no hurry, no hurry at all.
- Hurry up, David. - I am hurrying.
- David. - What?
- What's in the box?
- What did you say?
That's the intercostal clavicle of a brontosaurus.
Really?
It's just an old bone.
Yes, it's just an old bone.
Put it down gently and go away.
All right. Is there anything else I can do for you?
Hand me my clothes, will you?
They aren't here. They're being pressed.
- What?
- The gardener's taken them into town.
For what?
Stop him. I can't wait. I must leave immediately.
You can't leave without clothes.
I know that. Where are you going?
I'm going to take a shower.
Susan! Don't leave me here like this!
Don't be impatient, David.
We'll talk it over after I've finished. Everything's going to be all right.
"Everything's going to be all right."
Certainly, everything's going to be all right.
Everything's going to be...
I'm losing my mind, that's all.
Roaming around Connecticut without any clothes on.
I don't believe it.
How can all these things happen to just one person?
Susan, where are you?
Will you come out and help me find some clothes or must I come in and get you?
You wouldn't.
Yes, I would!
Maybe I wouldn't.
- Susan, where's the gardener's room?
- Why? - Because he must have some clothes. - What?
I can't hear you.
- You can hear what you want to hear! - What did you say?
I just said...
Never mind.
I'll find the place myself.
The gardener must have clothes. Clothes are clothes.
The gardener's in town.
He couldn't have taken all his clothes with him!
Yes, he could.
Of all the conceited, spoiled little scatterbrains.
My goodness, the man who gets...
The man who gets you is gonna have a lifetime of misery!
"Everything's going to be all right."
What do you want?
Who are you?
- Who are you?
- What do you want?
Who are you?
I don't know.
I'm not quite myself today.
You look perfectly idiotic in those clothes.
These aren't my clothes.
Where are your clothes?
I've lost my clothes.
But why are you wearing these clothes?
Because I just went gay all of a sudden! Excuse me.
I'm sorry.
Now, young man. Stop this nonsense. What are you doing?
I'm sitting in the middle of 42nd Street waiting for a bus.
Go away!
- Who is this man?
- I don't know.
- Stop it, George! What's he doing here?
- I don't know.
Susan, come back here. Stop it, George!
Aunt Elizabeth, it's you! I've never been so thrilled in my life.
This is amazing to see you here, and George dear.
- What made you come out here? - Quiet, George!
Now, stop gushing and tell me, who is this man?
- Where'd you get him?
- He's a friend of Mark's.
- What's he doing here?
- Susan brought me.
I don't doubt it, but why?
I got a letter from Mark.
He said David was an old friend of his.
He'd been working very hard in town... and was on the point of having a nervous breakdown.
I'm a nut from Brazil.
He's very excitable. We let him do whatever he wants.
- Where are his clothes?
- Susan took them.
- What's he doing in that thing?
- Mark said he should be allowed... to wear a negligee.
No telling what'll happen if he's not allowed to.
Does he want to wear those clothes?
No, I don't want to wear this thing.
I just want to get married!
Susan, I forbid it!
I absolutely put my foot down. The idea!
- Quiet! - Please listen to me!
- Quiet! - Don't talk so much.
Perhaps you could help me.
Perhaps you could help me find some clothes.
Why, yes.
There must be some of Mark's things around somewhere.
- Aren't there some... - Are there?
Well...
Yes.
There are some in Mr. Mark's room, sir.
- Yes, sir. - Which is Mr. Mark's room?
It's the end, sir. Yes, sir.
Thank you.
Go away.
He loves me.
He loves me not.
David! Where'd he go?
He went to get some clothes.
If he gets clothes, he'll go away. He's the only man I've ever loved.
David! What will I do without David?
Stop.
Get away from me.
George, please be quiet.
- David? - What?
- Can I come in?
- I don't care what you do!
- Thanks.
Where are you?
- Here I am. What do you want?
Go on and laugh.
I know it looks ridiculous, but I'm past caring.
What are you going to do?
What I've been trying to do, get back to New York!
You can't go dressed that way.
They're all I could find, and clothes are clothes.
I'm going.
I'm going back to New York... if only to repair the damage that's been done since I've known you.
The damage to Miss Swallow, the museum, Mr. Peabody and everybody...
Mr. Peabody?
But, David... the one way to get to Mr. Peabody is through Aunt Elizabeth.
Please listen for one second. He'll do anything she tells him to.
He'll even like you. He's Aunt Elizabeth's lawyer.
He's her lawyer. Mr. Peabody.
- What's your aunt's name?
- Elizabeth.
- But she has another name. - Of course.
Never mind.
Don't tell me.
Why not?
It's Random. Mrs. Carleton Random.
- Yes, I know. I knew that was coming. - What's the matter?
Out of seven million people, why did I have to run into you yesterday?
What have I done?
Susan, Mrs. Random is going to give away $1 million.
I know.
I wanted it for the museum.
I'm afraid you've made a rather unfavorable impression on Aunt Elizabeth.
I quite realize that.
- Susan, listen to me. - What?
A lot of things have happened but we'll forget them because this is serious.
What, David?
Can you concentrate for just a moment?
There's only one thing to be done.
And this is important to me and to my work.
What?
You're so good-looking without your glasses.
- Listen to me. Try and remember. - What?
I've made a horrible mess of things.
Your aunt must never find out who I am. You do understand, don't you?
Yes, David.
You can tell her that I'm Mark's friend and I have bats in the belfry... but don't ever tell her my name.
Can you remember that?
- Yes, David. - You're sure?
Yes, David. But you are good-looking without your glasses.
Never mind, Susan.
What did I say?
What did I do?
What did I say?
- What did I do?
- I just asked you to remember...
- I swear I'll remember...
- I know exactly what you told me to say. - Where is it?
Where's what?
- My intercostal clavicle.
- Your what?
My bone.
It's rare.
It's precious. What did you do with it?
Your bone?
- You had it.
Give it to me. - I haven't got it.
- Did you carry it somewhere?
- Why would I carry a bone around?
I wouldn't dare give a reason for anything you do.
I guess you'll have to find another one.
It took three expeditions and five years to find that one!
Now that they know where to find one, couldn't you send them back for another?
Susan, you had it. You took it out of the box.
- Where did you put it?
- I put it back in the box.
- Was there somebody else in the room?
- There was nobody else, but...
- George. - Who's George?
The dog.
Don't you see?
Dog, bone.
- George! - George!
Stop it! You sound like an echo.
- George! - Nice George.
Did you see him?
- See who?
- George.
Are those the only clothes you could find?
Come back here this minute. What are you doing?
- Hunting for George. - Why?
David wants him. David thinks he's such a nice dog.
George? He's a fiend, and you know it.
- But David doesn't. - Come here!
He's definitely not in the house. That's settled.
Don't do that. He knows you want him. He'll hide.
Susan, where's he apt to go?
- George is apt to go anywhere. - No.
Where does he hide things?
- How can I tell?
- You ought to know.
There he is!
My goodness, look at his nose.
He's been digging. He's buried it.
There are 26 acres in this garden.
That's awful. George, where did you hide that bone?
No, David, not that way.
Now, George, we're not angry.
David and Susan need that bone.
It's a nasty old bone, it's hundreds of years old.
That's David's bone.
Susan will get you a nice, fresh bone if you'll show us where it is.
- Look at the nasty little cur! - You'll ruin everything. Spell it.
George, don't be stubborn. Susan loves you.
Where'd you put it?
Don't you remember?
Where'd you dig?
He's not paying attention...
George!
It's easy if you know how to handle him.
Everything's going to be all right. This must be the spot.
He's going to start digging in a minute. That's right, George.
- It's very simple if you keep your head. - I do hope he doesn't hurt that bone.
Isn't he a strong little man, David?
He's got something! Come on, dig.
- Dig. - I'm digging.
I feel something!
I hope it isn't hurt.
Look, David, a boot.
- A boot. - Don't hit George, David.
I wasn't going to hit George.
George, that was fine, but you've got to concentrate again.
David has to find his bone. No.
Not in there.
- Isn't this fun?
Just like a game. - Yes.
George, if you get tired of digging you just tell David and Susan... where you hid it, and they'll dig.
Susan, do you think George is really trying?
Almost every place he's taken us, we've found something.
- There's nothing here. - Look, David, another boot.
Another boot.
That makes three pairs.
Come on, George, quit stalling. Where is it?
Don't be discouraged.
George, concentrate. Bones, not boots.
- There he goes. - See?
He's got the idea.
- I'm getting tired of all this digging.
- Yes, what we need is a plow.
- Susan? - Jeepers, it's Aunt Elizabeth.
Follow him, David, don't let him get away!
Yes, Aunty, I'm coming.
Susan, what on earth are you doing? What are all these?
Those?
They're holes.
I can see they're holes.
How did they get here?
David and George and I were digging.
- Who is this David?
- He's a friend of Mark's.
- Is that all you know about him?
- I know I'm going to marry him.
He doesn't know it, but I am.
If you're planning to marry him on my money, you're mistaken.
I don't want another lunatic in my family, I've got enough.
When are you going to marry him?
What's his name?
It's Bone.
- Bones?
- One Bone.
One bone or two, it's a ridiculous name.
What does he do?
He hunts.
Hunts?
Hunts what?
Well, animals, I should think.
- Big-game hunting?
- Yes. Very big.
You call that big-game hunting?
Look at that.
Aunty, he's just playing with George.
He won't play with George another minute.
Tell him dinner's at 8:30 sharp.
George, come here this minute!
Come along, George.
Yes, Alice, I am in Connecticut, but I can't get in... because I've been unavoidably detained.
David, listen.
I can't hear you.
I'm talking.
Go away. I'll be with you as soon as I'm finished.
Now, David, you have to listen to me.
Yes, I know that...
Susan, will you please get off the phone?
David, it's about the leopard. He's making the most terrific rumpus.
- He's hungry.
We've got to feed him. - I can't help that.
What, Alice, dear?
No, it's somebody on the line.
- Keep quiet, Susan. - You've got to help.
This can't wait.
If the people in this house hear him... they'll think something terrible has happened.
Susan, get off the line, please...
What?
I don't know what time it is!
When you hear the tone, the time will be 7:37 and one quarter.
Susan, please!
Alice, I can't hear you.
When you hear the tone, the time will be 7:40.
When you hear the tone, the time will be 7:40 and one half.
When you hear the tone, the time will be 7:41.
Pardon me.
The time is 8:10.
When you hear the tone, the time will be...
No.
My watch shows 8:10 and a quarter.
Who are you?
Who am I?
I'm 8:10...
I'm Major Horace Applegate.
- What do you want?
- Mrs. Random invited me for dinner.
Would you please find out if she still wants me?
She's hung up.
So am I.
Why, Horace, what are you doing? Are you coming in or going out?
He's coming in to dinner.
- How do you do?
I'm Susan Vance. - How do you do, Miss Susan?
- Hello, Elizabeth. - You're much too big to swing on gates.
- I found that out.
- Susan, where are you going?
I'm just going out.
You should be watching George, not playing with telephones...
Excuse me.
George is fast asleep in my room.
Now come here, young man, and don't be afraid.
- You look much better in those clothes. - Thank you.
- I want you to meet Mr. Bone. - How do you do, Mr. Bone?
No.
You're Mr. Bone. This is Major Applegate.
Yes, I'm Major Applegate. At least, I'm pretty sure I am.
That is, I was this morning.
There must be some mistake.
No mistake.
I've known Major Applegate for 20 years. Haven't I, Horace?
Twenty-two, to be exact, I think, Elizabeth. It was long about...
- How do you do, Mr. Applegate?
- How do you do again.
Thank you.
- Now, Mr. Bone, we'll go for a walk. - I'd like to explain...
- You don't need to. - That's all right.
I understand.
Goodbye, Major Applegate... Mr. Bone.
Strange young man, isn't he?
Is he suffering from something?
He's had a nervous breakdown.
- Had or has?
- Had.
It's left him sort of...
You know.
My, my, what a pity.
And so young, too.
The trouble is, Susan seems to be showing the same tendencies.
Is that so?
You're all right, though?
- I hope so.
Have a drink. - Thank you.
Conversation at dinner may be a trifle difficult... on account of this young man, so I want you to draw him out.
I don't know what you mean.
Talk about something he understands. Big-game hunting, for instance.
- He's a hunter like yourself. - You don't say.
Then, Elizabeth, you've come to the right man.
There. He's fed. Now I'm sure he's going to be quiet.
Come on, let's go in to dinner. Why are you just sitting there?
I'm just trying to figure out how I ever got mixed up in all this.
"Mr. Bone." Isn't that amazing?
You told me not to tell Aunt Elizabeth what your real name was.
I didn't tell you to think up a name like Bone.
Stay there, George. Come on, quickly! Get out of here!
- Shut the door. - What's the matter?
Did you ever think what would happen if Baby and George got together?
- They'd probably like each other. - And if they didn't?
- Baby would eat George. - That's what I mean.
There it was, straight before me, crouching as tigers do before the kill.
But I was ready for him.
I drew a bead, leveled away and caught him right between the eyes.
My, it certainly was a thrilling experience... as I'm sure you'll all agree... or do you, Mr. Bone?
Have you ever been...
Pardon me. So sorry.
Have you ever been in Arabia, Mr. Bone?
I said, "Have you ever been in Arabia?"
No.
I suppose you've spent most of your time in Africa?
- Tibet, perhaps? - No.
- Malay Peninsula, perchance?
- Excuse me.
At least that got a rise out of him.
You see, you shouldn't have mentioned the Malay Peninsula.
He was horribly clawed there by a tiger. He doesn't like talking about it.
I had a gun bearer once who was clawed by a tiger.
He...
The poor...
I was just telling Major Applegate that you were clawed by a tiger... in the Malay Peninsula.
I've never been there.
You've never...
Well, no matter.
What type of gun do you use in hunting tigers, Mr. Bone?
I personally use a bolt-action Mauser with a very large bore.
Excuse me.
Susan, imagine giving a dinner party with your husband stalking... like Hamlet's ghost all through the meal.
Give me patience.
No, this is too much. I can't stand it.
We were talking about the jungle while you were away, Mr. Bone.
- My soup is gone. - It was cold.
Digging trenches. Blaming it on an innocent dog.
Nothing but a heap of nonsense.
Enough to drive a man crazy.
And then they say, "Keep away from the bottle.
Don't drink."
No, not even a wee drop to steady a man's nerves.
If one more thing happens, I'll quit.
And where Aloysius Gogarty goes, Mrs. Aloysius Gogarty goes, too.
A doctor chasing after a dog!
Just picture it.
A vast, mysterious silence vibrant with life... strange cries in the night.
- Good gracious, what was that?
- That was a loon, Elizabeth.
L-O-O-N, yes.
Once you've got the jungle in your blood, I wouldn't be able to keep you out of it.
- Susan, did you hear that? - I didn't hear a thing.
- You didn't?
- Are you quite sure that was a loon?
Yes, indeed.
I've heard many a loon.
And if there ever was a loon, that is a loon.
- Isn't it, Mr. Bone?
- No.
- Well, what do you say it was?
- A leopard.
Don't be ridiculous.
Major Applegate would know a leopard cry if he heard it.
Thank you, Elizabeth. I'm an authority on animal cries.
Now, you take the rogue elephant, for instance.
Excuse me, Major.
You're right. It is a loon.
Thank you.
The leopard's cry is something that, once heard, you can never forget.
Yes, I know.
You know.
Thank you.
Of course, it varies at different seasons.
- Let me see now, what month is this?
- June.
June? It would go something like this.
I'll just prepare for it.
Now, let me see.
There we have it.
- Pardon me. - It's still a loon.
Of course, I haven't practiced the leopard cry in a long time.
I'm slightly out of voice.
- Try again. - Yes, I shall.
Now, I didn't do that.
It was probably an echo.
It was a long time coming back, wasn't it?
- Try again. - I shall.
There. That's better.
That's peculiar.
There aren't any leopards in Connecticut, are there?
- Yes. - No.
- Why do you say yes? - You see...
Pardon me.
Excuse me.
Susan! Finish your dinner and stop this nonsense.
All right, but you'll be sorry.
I can't stand it. I've got to get away from it.
Instead of sitting decently at the table eating their dinners... they're howling and roaring at one another like a lot of banshees.
And then they say, "Gogarty, you mustn't drink.
"Gogarty, you must keep away from the bottle."
The bottle.
As if a man didn't need something to listen to them.
I'm within my rights.
I'm perfectly within my...
If one more thing happens to upset me, I'll be seeing things.
Hannah.
Hannah Gogarty!
Me gun!
- Now what's happened? - This is no time for personalities.
What would you be wanting of a gun now?
Hand me my gun.
Be quiet, both of you!
Gogarty, what is all this?
- I saw it outside. - Saw what?
A cat as big as a cow, with eyes like balls of fire.
Clean up this mess. And serve the next course.
Do you realize what's happened? Baby's escaped!
- I don't care. - We've got to catch him.
- I've got to watch George. - You're not staying here.
If you stay here, I'll tell Aunty that your name is Dr. David Huxley.
- Right now. - Don't!
All right, I'll go with you.
Major Applegate, keep an eye on George! Thank you.
Baby! The door's open.
- Is he there?
- I don't know.
Nope, he's gone.
Oh, dear. Now Aunt Elizabeth...
Don't lose your head.
- My what?
- Your head.
- I've got my head.
I've lost my leopard. - Now, wait a minute.
Nothing's gained by uncontrolled hysteria.
- Compose yourself. - What should we do?
I'll call the zoo, say we saw a leopard, and they'll catch him.
Come on.
Susan, I hope this time you've come to stay.
Yes, I've come to stay, Aunty.
We've just been walking up and down.
Where's that young man going now?
He's just going in to take a rest.
He has to take frequent rests.
The doctor says...
Have you ever had jungle fever, Major?
You have.
Then you realize how important rest is.
Poor Mr. Bone. In his case, it's rather difficult... because he has two doctors.
One says rest, one says exercise.
Which do you prefer?
- I think that perhaps...
- Why, Susan, listen to this.
- What?
- This is a cable from Mark.
- Mark? - Not a particle of sense in it.
What does it say?
"Are you pleased with Baby?
Love, Mark."
- Mark? - And not a word about my leopard.
Your leopard?
- I've always wanted a leopard. - Excuse me.
You know, he promised... Thank you very much.
Don't call the zoo.
- I just called.
It's all fixed. - Call back and unfix it.
- No questions, call back.
- I told them they could have the leopard.
You've given away Baby?
You have no right!
- It's your fault.
You've ruined everything! - I've had enough.
I quit.
You can't quit.
Call them back.
- But you said...
- Everything's changed.
- That leopard belongs to Aunt Elizabeth. - Aunt Elizabeth?
Just call back and say you were mistaken.
I've just managed to convince them that I did see a leopard.
- They'll never believe me. - I'll fix that.
I'll say you're a drug addict.
- You're always seeing things. - Never mind. Give me that phone.
- Hello, operator?
- Not so loud.
Get me Westlake-284.
- I don't know... - Never mind, David.
Hello.
Is that zoo? Nobody's talking baby talk.
I'm the man that called up about the leopard.
You don't have to do anything. It's all been a mistake.
- Stop them! - What's the matter?
- What did he say?
- It's too late.
It was the night watchman.
- He said everybody's out leopard hunting. - Jeepers!
You've gotten us into a wonderful mess. Let's think before we act.
- You think.
You think faster than me. - What do you take to catch a leopard?
- How big a leopard?
- We've got to catch him before they do.
- I've got to watch George. - We'll take George with us.
Aunty, we're taking George for a walk.
- Where's the leash?
- My goodness!
- Where's George?
- Where's George?
- Why this morbid interest?
- I've got to find him.
What for?
He knows where my intercostal clavicle is.
Your what?
Major Appletree, you promised to watch George.
- I did. - But you didn't.
Where is he?
- He's gone. - Gone where?
- Out that door.
- Why didn't you say so?
No, not that door. That door.
- Thank you. - That's right.
I can't stand this another moment.
Come along.
Let's get some fresh air.
- Yes.
Shall we run?
- Yes.
I can't understand why a loon would answer a leopard's cry.
There's something wrong.
- They both sound exactly alike to me. - No, pardon me, Elizabeth.
Please, the leopard's cry is entirely different.
As I explained to you in there, the leopard's cry goes like this.
What a terrible noise. I don't see how you do it.
It's done largely with the palate.
The hands play an important part in the resonance and carrying power.
- Why do you put your thumbs together?
- You see, the thumbs... it's very necessary that the base of the thumbs are close together like that.
That brings out a sort of pear-shaped tone, you see?
Having done this, you take a deep breath, keep the throat well open... and out comes...
My. That's fine, Elizabeth... for one who hasn't had any practice.
Really, it is. You've got something there.
- Got what?
- The mating cry.
- Now, don't be rude, Horace. - I'm not rude.
I was merely alluding to the scream you did just now.
- I didn't scream. - You didn't scream?
- I certainly did not. - You didn't scream?
No.
I ought to know if I screamed.
Then there must be something wrong here.
I should say so. I've never known anything like it.
Ever since I came into the house there's been something wrong.
- Elizabeth... - It's been bedlam!
- Don't you think it's time we went inside?
- No.
We've only just left it.
But don't you think it's a good idea to go back?
No, I think it's a good idea to continue our walk.
But don't you find it a bit chilly without a gun?
- Why don't you sing, David?
- I can't.
- You can.
You have a fine strong voice. - But not for singing.
It's not fair.
You're just being stubborn.
- That's a dog. - George.
- What's the matter?
- Something moved in that bush.
Let me go first.
Don't you think it would be better if I went first?
No.
You might get hurt.
Thank you, David.
- I can't see a thing. - Neither can I.
Are you sure you saw something moving in here, because I can't...
Susan, where are you?
- Here I am. - This is no time to be playing squat tag.
I'm not playing.
I'm caught on something. Help me, will you?
- Help me, will you?
- No. That's poison ivy.
I bet you wouldn't treat Miss Swallow this way.
I'll bet she knows poison ivy when she sees it.
Yes, I bet poison ivy runs when it sees her.
I'm not here to discuss Miss Swallow.
I'm looking for George. I'll find him if...
David, are you all right?
- Don't laugh. - I can't help it.
You look so silly.
Did you hear that?
That's Baby.
- It's George, too. - You don't suppose...
Shut up.
Look!
Look, David, they like each other.
But goodness knows how long that's going to last.
In another minute, my intercostal clavicle will be gone forever.
Here, George. Come here.
No. Susan, be quiet.
Is there any way to cross this stream?
- Surely it's shallow.
We can wade across. - Good.
The riverbed's changed.
Did we get across?
No, we're right back where we started, only we're wet.
Now George and Baby have disappeared.
While you were at it, you might as well have gone to the other side.
While I'm wet I'm gonna go to the other side!
Don't leave me!
If we'd had a bathhouse, this wouldn't have been so complicated.
Next time I'll try and arrange one.
Or perhaps there are portable bathhouses for people like you. There must be.
Don't be so grouchy.
We could have such fun. There's moonlight and everything is so lovely.
- And I do so like being with you. - You do?
Well, I like peace and quiet.
But it's peaceful and quiet here.
Let's just stay here and let George and Baby look for us.
Your sock's on fire.
That's all right.
I don't care anymore.
- That's fine.
Throw the other one in. - That's true.
You could have...
Don't be upset, David.
Well, who wouldn't be?
Here I am, trying to help you find a leopard... so that your Aunt Elizabeth won't be angry at you.
And then she'll probably give you the $1 million I need for my museum.
If you'd planned it, you couldn't have ruined my chances more completely.
You told your aunt I was crazy, didn't you?
You told her my name was Bone and you didn't tell me.
You told her I was a big-game hunter and didn't tell me.
You tell anybody anything that comes into your head... and you don't tell me.
- Here's something else I didn't tell you. - What now?
Mr. Peabody's coming to see Aunt Elizabeth tonight.
Oh, dear. That's the end, that's all.
Peabody's sure to tell your aunt who I am.
He'll never remember those four years' hard work...
I put in on that brontosaurus. No.
All he'll remember is that I conked him on the head with a rock last night.
Where's that music coming from, David?
Westlake.
There's a circus there. A...
They've just escaped from the palace of a sheik. The owner's got a job for you.
He wants you to take his leopard to Bridgeport.
- What happened?
- Just gave his new trainer a going-over.
Hurt him bad?
Bad?
You think three minutes alone with that cat did him any good?
Should've shot him last summer, when he ripped up Calhouney.
What do we do with him?
Deliver him to this address. They've got a gas chamber.
- I've phoned over. You go along, too, Mac. - Who, me?
- You heard what I said. - Where is Bridgeport?
How should I know?
Somewhere on the state highway.
Ask somebody, and get going.
- Well, that's that.
Let's get going. - All right.
Sure you don't want my coat?
- No, I'm completely dry. - Let's go, then.
I wonder what that is?
Hey, Mac, see what that sign says.
- David, it's the zoo truck. - Is it?
They've got Baby.
Is George with him?
I can't see George, but we've got to get Baby away from them.
No.
All I promised to do was help you find Baby.
You found him.
All you have to do is go and talk to those men in the front... while I let Baby out the back.
But what'll I say to them?
They're from the zoo. Tell them you're a zoologist.
Talk about zoos. Go ahead, go on.
I can't find Bridgeport.
You've got the map upside down.
- Good evening, gentlemen. - Hello.
May I help you?
Yeah.
Do you know the way to Bridgeport?
I'm not going to Bridgeport.
Not you.
We're going to Bridgeport. Do you know which way it is?
- Yes. - It's that way, ain't it?
- Yes. - But I thought it was that way.
- Yes, it is. - There, I told you.
Don't you worry.
I'll soon get you out.
Come on.
Get this around your neck, that's a good boy.
Put your head through.
Come on.
Hey, what's the big idea?
Come on.
Put your head through here, and I'll take you back home.
Come on, sweetie.
...and New York is straight ahead.
This guy ain't got all his buttons.
Well, I...
You see...
- We have a...
- David, he's escaped!
- I was just explaining to these gentlemen...
Oh, he's escaped. Shall we help you tie him up, lady?
No, not me.
You're mistaken.
Goodnight, gentlemen.
Over there. We're on the right track now, I'm sure.
Do you see him?
- I think he's further down this way. - I'll try here.
I'm absolutely certain the sound's coming from this way.
- What's that?
- Somebody's shooting at him.
- You missed it again. - Quiet!
Major Applegate, don't shoot.
Stand back, please. I won't miss this time.
You don't understand. We're trying to catch it.
- You are?
Well, so am I. - It's a tame leopard.
I don't like to say so at this moment, but everybody knows you're crazy.
- Please don't do that. - Miss Susan, please!
Why don't you explain to him?
Perhaps he'll catch your leopard.
You know that Aunt Elizabeth was expecting a leopard from Brazil, don't you?
- I had heard that. - Well, that's her leopard, and it's tame.
Impossible.
There can be no such thing as a tame...
A tame leopard?
We had it locked up and it escaped.
- Are you sure it's quite harmless?
- Absolutely.
My goodness, why didn't you say so in the first place?
I apologize to you, Mr. Boney, I really do.
Even though it is tame, I think we should try to catch it.
Which way did it go?
That way.
We'll go that way, you go that way. Come on, David.
Don't shoot.
No, of course not.
I knew all the time he was tame.
- Is that so?
- Yes, I patted him on the back.
Stretched me hand right out, patted him on the back.
- He's as gentle as a kitty. - Gentle as a kitty?
I don't know why you didn't mention all this...
There he is.
This will all be quite simple. Let me have that rope, will you?
Now, you hold the gun. We shan't need that any further.
Gogarty, you stand perfectly still and leave everything to me.
I've had vast experience in these matters.
Don't you fool me.
You're not afraid of me, now, are you? Come, puss.
You say you patted this beast?
In a manner of speaking, I did.
Personally, Gogarty, I think you're a liar.
Get out of me way!
Use the gun!
- You see him, David?
- No.
I seem to have lost my sense of direction. I wonder where we are.
My guess is, somewhere near the Canadian border by now.
My glasses!
Don't move, Susan.
Here they are.
They're broken.
I'm so sorry.
It doesn't make any difference.
The things I've been doing today, I can do just as well with my eyes shut.
Anyway, David, you look much handsomer without them.
Stop it.
Look, David, I've lost my heel!
Look at me walk.
- Born on the side of a hill. - Stop.
- I was born on the side of a hill. - Stop.
Look, Susan, we're not getting anywhere like this.
You must be very tired, and I suggest you go home.
But, David, we can't quit now.
We've let a wild animal loose on an innocent countryside.
We can't just go home and sleep. It wouldn't be right.
You misunderstand me. I want you to go home.
- You mean you want me to go home?
- Yes.
You mean you don't want me to help you anymore?

- No. - After all the fun we've had?
- Yes. - And after all the things I've done for you?
That's what I mean.
All right, I know enough to go when I'm not wanted.
And don't you worry about me, I can take care of myself.
Oh, my goodness.
Are you all right?
Did you hurt yourself?
No, I didn't hurt myself. It's not that.
It's just that I'm miserable because you don't like me anymore.
Yes, I do.
You tried to get rid of me and you don't think of me.
You don't like me anymore.
Your face is dirty.
Now you're being nice to me... after all the horrible things I've done to you.
Stop crying, Susan, please.
It's just that everything I do with the best intentions... seems to turn out badly.
Yes, it does, doesn't it?
Please let me come with you.
All right, Susan. You can come with me.
- Are you sure you want me?
- Yes.
- Positive?
- Yes, you can come.
Come on.
Well, don't you worry, David.
Because if there's anything that I can do to help you... just let me know, and I'll do it.
Don't do it until I let you know.
Look, David. Baby's on the roof.
Come on, Baby. Come on down.
Make him get down.
I suppose you'd like me to climb up and push him down.
Maybe we'd better sing.
Sing, David.
- Where are you going?
- I'll be back!
Not you, it.
- What are you doing, may I ask?
- Singing.
If you're paying a bet, there must be somewhere else to pay it.
I'm not paying a bet, there's a leopard on your roof.
I'm not going to bandy words with you at this time of night.
There is a leopard on your roof, and it's mine.
I have to get it, and to get it, I have to sing.
There's nothing on my roof.
Come on, you fool. There's nothing on your roof?
- No! - All right. There's nothing on your roof.
Poor girl. You'd better go down, Fritz.
- Sing if you like, dear. - Thank you.
You can sing, too.
Baby, don't! Why did you have to do that?
You frightened him away.
- Quiet, it's all right. - It's not all right.
- Don't worry. - I have to worry.
I've lost my leopard.
- Please help me find him. - I will.
Come with me.
- But he went that way. - No, he didn't.
- Yes, he did. I saw him. - You're wrong.
He's up there.
- Where?
- Peeking around the corner. See it?
There's nothing there!
Yes, there is. You just come along into the house.
Let me go!
I don't want to go with you.
You don't seem to understand that there's $1 million at stake.
$1 million?
Well, you will get it.
We have it right in there, all in $1 bills.
Now you come along.
No!
Don't do this to me! This is awful!
Elmer, look.
- You know him?
- No.
Looks like a peeping Tom.
Get your gun out.
We'll nab him.
Stick them up.
Grab him, Elmer.
I have to get my dog. Don't go away, George!
Don't argue.
Inside.
- What are you doing?
- I have a hairpin.
I did it once with a trunk.
Anyway, when they find out who we are, they'll let us out.
When they find out who you are, they'll pad the cell.
We've picked up a girl who says she's your niece.
Now, the question is, have you or have you not got a niece?
Of course I have a niece, but she's not singing around under windows.
She's decently in bed.
I wouldn't be too sure, Elizabeth.
Horace, do be quiet. I'll talk to you presently.
Now, lady, do you definitely refuse to come and identify this girl?
If you continue to annoy me about this girl... who is no responsibility of mine, I'll have you arrested.
- The idea. - Hello.
She says her niece is in bed.
Just what I expected. That girl is lying.
- I think they're both lying. - What are you going to do about it?
- What would you do?
- Find out the truth.
You're right. I'll have a little talk with them.
Come on, Elmer. Open her up.
You two, get your ears up 'cause I've got something to tell you.
- If you wanna get out, better listen.
- I'm listening.
Quiet. I'll get to you later.
I want you to tell me the whole truth.
- What did my aunt say?
- Be quiet, please.
What did my aunt say?
Your aunt said... Young lady, you haven't got an aunt.
- I certainly have got an aunt. - Quiet, please.
Look here, young fellow, I want you to tell me... just exactly what were you doing tonight?
- We were hunting for a leopard. - You were hunting for a leopard?
Now look here, young lady, you know that's silly.
- There never was a leopard in Connecticut. - There is now.
Now, listen here.
I'm going to stay here if it takes all year. I am waiting for you to tell the truth.
If you wait for her to tell the truth, you'll have a long gray beard.
You know, my grandfather had...
Young man, I don't want any more slick remarks out of you.
This is a jail. Have a little respect for the law.
I'm just trying to explain.
It all started over at my aunt...
Her aunt's house?
- Her aunt promised to give me a lot of...
- Hold on there, bub. Just a minute.
She hasn't got an aunt.
I do.
She's my father's sister.
Look here, Constable, stop wasting your time. Now, quiet.
You want us to get out of here, don't you?
Lady, yes, I certainly do.
I gave you my aunt's telephone number, didn't I?
And you called her up, didn't you?
What did she say?
- She said that you were home in bed. - Then what am I doing here?
You're here because your aunt...
Confound it, lady, you know that you haven't got an aunt.
- If I did have an aunt...
- She'd muzzle you.
You can't talk to me that way.
I don't like to see young people in jail. I have children of my own.
I don't care about your family. All I want to do is get out of here.
I don't have time to waste sitting around in jail. - Go away, please. - Shut up, David.
- David, please be quiet. - Let me tell you what happened.
You're not going to get anywhere with her. Just come with me.
If one of us talks at a time, now we're really getting somewhere. Now then, speak up, speak fast.
- I'll explain the whole thing... - Elmer!
Get the key here, quick. Lock him up.
A fine officer you are.
Locking up a dangerous criminal without locking him up.
- Look, it's not locked. - Thank you.
I've seen it! I've seen a cheetah in the park.
You have no right to do that!
What's going on here?
- Here's something for you, Constable. - What's the charge?
We caught him in front of the meat market in Dr. Lehman's stolen car.
So you're a car thief?
No man is going to call Aloysius Gogarty a car thief.
Come on!
Lock him up.
Hey, let go!
Here you are, fellow. This should hold you for a while.
Hello, Gogarty.
Hello, Miss Susan. How did you get here?
Influence.
Don't worry, Gogarty. I'll get you out.
Sure. Look, she got me out.
Hold on here. Do you know this young lady?
Of course.
Don't I work for her aunt?
- You what?
- Don't I work for her aunt?
If one more person mentions that she's got an aunt...
I'll put you all on bread and water for 30 days.
Well, where is everyone?
Who's in charge here?
Right in there. Hey, Constable!
What do you mean by locking up my niece?
I won't stand for it! Give me the keys.
Madam, you're hysterical.
- What is it you want?
- She wants her niece.
I certainly do.
I want my niece right here.
- Who is your niece?
- Give us a description of her.
- She's about so tall...
- Aunt Elizabeth, is that you?
There she is now.
Hold on just a minute. Lady, tell me, who are you?
I am Mrs. Carleton Random, and I want my niece.
- You're Mrs. Carleton Random?
- I certainly am.
- And you say your niece is here?
- She certainly is.
That's where I got you. The young lady here ain't got no aunt.
And you're not Mrs. Carleton Random, because I talked to her... on the phone not 10 minutes ago.
I ought to know who I am!
Yes, you should, I think.
You did talk to her 10 minutes ago... on the phone.
- How do you know?
- I was there.
- Who are you?
- I'm the niece...
I'm the aunt...
I'm Major Horace Applegate of the Explorer's Club.
What are you doing with that gun?
I have been hunting a leopard.
- You've been hunting leopards?
- I said so, yes.
- Any luck?
- Not what I'm accustomed to, no.
I have been a bit confused regarding the leopards here.
- Boys. - You have something on your mind.
Not so fast, lady. We just want to find out.
This old battle-ax keeps yelling that she's Mrs. Random.
Why, that's ridiculous.
Mrs. Random is in bed.
And don't you be calling up here again. Good night.
Good night.
Well, just as you said, doc, they're all lying.
Obviously.
I have no doubt you'll find you made a very important haul.
Yeah, thanks to you, doc.
If you get their confessions, there'll be a lot of things you will turn up.
Yeah?
Well, I'll try it again. Come on, boys.
Quiet!
I'm warning you.
The first one who lets a squeak out...
I'll put in solitary confinement.
I'm gonna ask this man some questions. I want absolute quiet.
You said your name's Bone. You stick to it?
Won't do any good, we don't believe you. We know that's an alias.
- They're all impersonators. - Why'd you try to break into his house?
I was after a leopard.
Leopard. Doc, they still stick to it.
All agreed on one story.
How about that bank robbery in Oldtown?
What about it?
How much did they get?
They got a pretty penny.
Must've got $5,600...
Say, who's asking the questions, you or me?
Who was with you last month in that mail-truck job?
Mickey the Mouse and Donald the Duck.
Doc, make a note of their names.
Now we're getting someplace. You've gotta speak up.
Quiet, lady. I'm waiting for you.
Quiet, lady. Speak up now.
Hey, flatfoot!
You ain't getting no place. Come here.
- Me?
- Yes, you. Come on, haul it over.
You want someone to talk, don't you?
It's about time. I certainly do.
Get me out and I'll unbutton my puss and shoot the works.
Say, hold on, lady. I thought that you were...
- You ain't no lady! - I kind of had you fooled, didn't I?
Always wanted to make a sucker out of a copper.
What did I tell you my name was?
- Your name is...
Doc, what's her name?
- Susan Vance.
Vaunce, kiddie.
That's my society moniker.
But the mob all calls me "Swinging Door" Susie.
Now you peg me? Come on, toots, open up.
- Open up, I'll make you feel hot. - Stop that.
I'm not opening any doors here until you promise to talk.
I talk, I'll talk so much, it'll make your hair curl.
Hear that, doc? She's promised to talk.
All right, open it up.
Susan, whatever it is, it won't work.
"Swinging Door" Susie hasn't flopped yet. I'm out this far, ain't I?
Well, so long, gang.
I'm not taking the rap for this job. It's every man for himself.
Quiet! I meant what I told you. You, too.
Quit beefing.
Get wise to your pal. The heat's on, Jerry.
Ain't his name Bone?
You mean to say you don't remember Jerry the Nipper?
Make a note of that, doc.
She's making all this up out of motion pictures.
I thought I saw you with that red-headed skirt in a motion picture.
There, doc, another woman.
Sure.
I wouldn't be squealing if he hadn't been with another twist.
So he's a lady-killer?
A lady-killer?
Why, he's a regular Don Swan.
Loves the ladies, don't you, honey?
He bops them over. 1, 2, 3, boom! Just like that.
- He's a wolf. - Now I'm a wolf!
I'll send you a box of birdseed.
Susie, I want you to tell the truth. You'll never get into trouble.
You're limping. I suppose you got shot in a stickup?
- No, I lost my heel. - Don't bother about him.
Sit down there. Doc, grab this chair.
Elmer, grab a hold of that typewriter.
I wanna get this whole thing down in affidavit form.
- Young lady, I want you to talk...
- Cigarette me, then I'll talk.
- I don't smoke cigarettes. - This will have to do.
- That?
- It's a twofer.
- What's that?
- Two for a nickel.
Give me a match.
I'm not going to stand for that in this jail.
No smoking, no talking.
Put me back in the cell.
Ain't gonna talk unless I have a cigarette.
Hold it.
Sit down. Doc, give her one of them cigarettes.
If you'll just tell the truth, we'll make it as easy as we can...
My case, if you please.
There I go again.
Sorry. Force of habit. Forgot where I was for a minute.
How about a little fresh air?
It's kind of hot in here.
It is a little bit muggy.
It's always that way around here, this time of year.
It's the humidity.
What about the Cleghorn jewels?
That's hot ice. We're waiting for it to cool off.
We're waiting...
What do you mean, "we"?
The gang.
All of us.
You all belong to the same gang?
Sure.
The Leopard Gang.
That's what I'm after. We'll round them all up with one fell swoop.
Got that, doc?
Fine. How about you, Elmer?
Not so fast.
This is new to me.
Hold on. You can't spell "leopard" with a "U."
- How do you spell it?
- Double "U."
- What about that bank robbery?
- Boy, wasn't that a honey?
A neater job has never been pulled in this neck of the woods.
Jerry was the inside man on that job.
He was, was he?
Were you there, too?
Sure, what do you think?
I'm a one-man woman.
Where my man goes, I go.
Wait!
You're talking too fast!
What's that?
Confound it, doc! You only got as far as the Cleghorn jewels.
We gotta start all over again.
Now, young lady...
- There she goes. - She's got my car again!
Go on, boys, after her.
Hurry up and get her.
There she goes.
Go get her, boys! If you don't, there'll be a shakeup in this department.
- Are you the constable?
- Yes.
I'm looking for...
Don't tell me you're looking for a leopard. I'll lock you up.
I'm looking for Mrs. Carleton Random.
So is everybody else. Let me tell you, she's not here.
- I have reason to believe she is here. - Who're you?
Her attorney, Alexander Peabody.
I'm Miss Swallow.
I'm looking for a man by the name of Dr. David Huxley.
Is he here with Mrs. Random?
Lady, the only folks here is a woman who keeps saying she's Mrs. Random.
Then we got a gangster named Bone.
Then we have "Babyface" Horace. Stop it.
Then... What is it you want?
I can identify this gentleman.
You may remember me. I testified during the breaking of the Borden will.
Yes, I remember. I demand to see my client at once.
Slocum, you may have made a mistake.
And if you have made a mistake... your position as constable in this county will be in serious jeopardy.
- Are you sure he's the old lady's attorney?
- Positively.
Election next week, too.
Mr. Peabody, just step right inside, and we'll straighten this thing out.
Here you are. Is she or ain't she Mrs. Random?
It's just about time you came.
Of course she's Mrs. Random. This is absurd.
Open that door.
- I told you.
- All right. What about him?
- David, I don't understand... - Alice, it's just one of those things.
I can't explain it. It happened, and here I am.
Yes, in the last place I expected to find you.
I don't like it any better than you do.
And let that young man out, too.
Shucks, looks like I got the whole thing fuddled up.
I'm sorry, that's all I can say.
You haven't heard the end of this, either. I... Huxley!
Why did you throw rocks at me last night?
This is the young man to whom you wanted me to donate $1 million... for his museum?
Yes.
No, I didn't. I changed my mind.
David, what have you done?
Just name anything, and I've done it.
Joe, what are we gonna tell them?
Tell them the truth.
We lost the leopard.
You the constable around here?
Until the next election, anyway.
What is it you want? - We need some help. - That's what I'm here for.
What is it?
We're looking for...
Don't tell me you're looking for a leopard.
How did you know that?
- Know what?
- That we're looking for a leopard.
This has gone far enough.
There are no leopards in the state of...
- Get down, everybody! - That's a bad cat.
Somebody get a gun.
Hold on, don't be alarmed.
There's no need to be frightened.
Everything's going to be all right.
Hello, Baby.
- Is this my leopard?
- Yes.
That's Baby.
He didn't act that way with me.
Wait a minute.
That ain't my leopard.
Of course it isn't. That's why I took it out of the truck.
You never let that one out of the truck.
You couldn't touch our cat with a 10-foot pole.
You mean there's another leopard?
That's what I'm telling you.
Our cat came from the circus. He just clawed a man.
He's bad.
My goodness! Susan's out trying to catch the wrong leopard.
Poor darling Susan.
She's in danger, and she's helpless without me.
What's the matter with you?
Come on. If you don't want to walk, I'll drag you.
You've got to get me out of this, Baby.
What's the matter?
You've been slapping at me the whole way.
You might as well come without being stubborn... because I'm going to drag you in.
I'm just as determined as you are, so you might just as well come with me.
I'm going to drag you in here.
I don't like jail any more than you do, but this is where we've got to be.
Did I fool you this time!
You thought I was doing the wrong thing, but I've got him.
No, you haven't, Susan.
Look!
Boys!
Don't leave me in here!
David, help me!
Run!
Run while you have the chance!
- I won't leave you.
I love you. - What?
Poke him, David.
Let go, Susan, please.
Please, go back. Can't you see I'm trying to get it into the cell?
Get in there!
Get the keys, Susan!
Give it to me.
You're wonderful.
You're absolutely wonderful.
You're a hero.
You saved my life.
You'll go down in history.
I've never seen such bravery...
Did you want to say something?
What was it?
David, you've fainted.
There's nothing else I can say, except that I'm glad... that before our marriage you showed yourself up in your true colors.
You're just a butterfly.
Now I'm a butterfly.
Where are you going, David?
Don't go up there.
I want to talk to you.
See? I've got it.
I can't even see you. Now where are you?
There you are.
I followed George around for three days and dug holes with him.
And then he came and put it in my shoe. Darling, look!
David, don't be mad at me.
Thank you very much. Put it down on the table and go away.
I don't want to go away.
I want to talk to you.
Write me a letter.
Don't! Go back, Susan!
Jeepers, it's high up here.
Please go back down the ladder quietly.
When I go down, I'll go down quietly, David... but I want to find out something first.
Why did you run up that ladder when I came in here?
If you must know, I'm afraid of you.
If you're afraid of me, that's the same as if...
Don't worry, everything's gonna be all right.
Every time you say that, something happens.
Please go down because you've already cost the museum $1 million.
I haven't.
I've got the $1 million.
Aunt Elizabeth gave it to me... and I'm going to give it to you for the museum.
I'm sure they'll be very pleased.
Aren't you pleased, David?
- Yes, I suppose so, but... - It's too late, isn't it?
I've made a mess of everything, haven't I?
I was so happy when I found the bone this morning.
If I could only make you understand.
All that happened, happened because I was trying to keep you near me.
I just did anything that came into my head.
I'm so sorry.
I ought to thank you.
- Thank me?
- Yes.
For what?
I've just discovered that was the best day I ever had in my whole life.
- You don't mean it?
- I've never had a better time.
- But I was there. - That's what made it so good.
- Did you really have a good time? - Yes, I did!
That's wonderful. Do you realize what that means?
That means that you must like me a little bit.
- It's more than that. - Is it?
Yes.
I love you, I think.
That's wonderful because I love you, too.
Stop rocking, David.
I'm not rocking.
Please, the brontosaurus!
Four years' work went into this.
- Look out, Susan, something's going to... - I'm falling!
Hold on, Susan! Hold on! Don't let go!
David, look what I've done.
I'm so sorry.
David, can you ever forgive me?
You can, and you still love me.
- Susan, that...
- You do.
Have a try at it.
Coo, governor, that was a slide.
- It was good, wasn't it?
- I should say.
You beat the record, that's what you did.
Did I, now?
Look at Albert.
He fell!
- Don't you like sliding, son?
- Yes, sir. It's great sport.
Come on then. Try and beat my record.
No, thank you, governor.
I'm not very good at running.
Here. Get up on my back.
Thank you, sir.
- What's your name, youngster?
- Tim, sir. Thank you, sir.
- Well, come on, Tim.
Here we go.
- Thank you.
We'll really do this slide. We'll make a record together.
Here we go now!
Hold tight.
There we are. Wasn't that lovely?
It was wonderful. It made my stomach all wobbly-like.
- Yes.
We're a team, that's what we are.
- I don't suppose you ever fall down.
- Like Albert.
- Fall down?
Who, me?
No.
- Well, sir?
- I am sorry, governor.
I didn't mean to hit you, sir.
Please don't be angry with him, sir. He's my brother.
In that case, I've only one reason to be angry.
He broke my record.
- What's your name?
- Cratchit, sir.
Peter Cratchit.
He's my brother, Tim Cratchit.
- Not Bob Cratchit's sons?
- Why, yes, sir.
I know your father well.
In truth, I was on my way to his place of work when we met.
Maybe he'll take the message for us, Pete.
As you'll be seeing him, sir, you might do me the favor... of giving him this list of things my mother wants him to fetch.
- Certainly. - It's very nice of you to do that, sir.
Not a bit of it, Peter. I'm more than willing.
Well, that is jolly.
Don't you two lads want to see your father?
And on Christmas Eve, too?
It ain't that we don't want to see our own father, sir.
It's the man our father works for we don't want to see.
Mr. Scrooge. I don't think he's very fond of small boys, sir.
Yes.
I understand. You see, I knew Mr. Scrooge... when I was a small boy.
He's my uncle.
Come on now, Bob.
Aren't you going to wish me a merry Christmas?
Mr. Fred, I am sorry.
When you came in and stood there like that...
I thought it was your uncle.
A merry Christmas, sir.
A merry Christmas to you, Bob, and to your family.
I've already paid my respects to part of your brood.
Peter and Tim, their names were.
They asked me to give you this list from their mother.
Thank you.
They shouldn't have made it an errand for you.
I was pleased to do it.
It's cold in here.
You think we could have some coal on the fire?
Oh, yes. It's against the regulations, isn't it?
Mr. Scrooge doesn't like to waste coal, sir.
I foresaw that and provided for it.
This'll make the place less bleak.
- What might that be?
- It's a wine bottle.
A cheering, warming, goodly wine. A wine that'll race through your veins... with little torches. It's port, Bob.
The fifth essence of the Christmas spirit.
But we haven't got a glass.
I'll get one from Mr. Scrooge's office.
- What is this?
- Cough medicine.
Yeah, I thought so.
We will.
- We will have some more coal.
- Good man, Bob.
Come on now, Bob. Let's drink a loving cup.
You sweeten it.
- Another merry Christmas, Mr. Fred.
A merry Christmas to you, Uncle. God save you.
Humbug!
Christmas, humbug?
Uncle, I'm sure you don't mean that.
Humbug I said, and humbug I mean.
Merry Christmas. What right have you to be merry?
- You're poor enough.
- What right have you to be dismal?
- You're rich enough. - Humbug.
Now, Uncle, don't be cross.
What else can I be when I live in such a world of fools?
Merry Christmas.
What's Christmastime, but a time for paying bills without money?
A time for finding yourself a year older and not an hour richer.
If I could work my will, every idiot that goes about with "merry Christmas"... on his lips should be boiled with his own pudding... and buried with a stake of holly through his heart.
- Uncle!
- Nephew!
Keep Christmas in your own way, and let me keep it in mine.
- But you don't keep it.
- Let me leave it alone then.
Much good it has ever done you.
Uncle, there are many things which have made me happy.
Things which have never fattened my purse by even that much.
Christmas is one of these.
I've always looked on Christmas as a good time... a kind, charitable, forgiving, pleasant time.
It's the only time when people open their hearts freely.
The only time when men and women seem to realize... that all human beings are really members of the same family.
And that being members of the same family... they owe each other some measure of warmth and solace.
And therefore, Uncle, though it's never put a scrap of gold or silver in my pockets...
I believe that it has done me good, and will do me good.
And I say, God bless it!
Let me hear another sound from you... and you'll keep Christmas by losing your situation.
You're quite a powerful speaker, sir.
- I wonder you don't go into Parliament.
- Uncle, don't be angry.
Come now.
Come and dine with Bess and me tomorrow.
- Bess?
- Yes.
Elizabeth, my fiancee.
I'm dining with her people, I'm sure they'd welcome a visit from you.
- So you're engaged?
- Yes.
May I ask why?
- Because I fell in love.
- Because you fell in love.
You intend to marry?
As soon as I'm earning enough money.
Has she tried her relatives?
- That wasn't the reason for my visit.
- Good afternoon.
Uncle, I ask nothing from you. I want nothing from you.
There's no reason why we should be enemies.
Good afternoon.
Uncle, I made this visit in homage to Christmas, and I'll keep... my Christmas spirit to the last.
And so, Uncle, a merry Christmas.
- Good afternoon.
- And a happy new year.
Good afternoon!
A merry Christmas to you, Bob.
Thank you, sir.
A merry Christmas to you and to your wife-to-be.
Thank you.
- A merry Christmas.
- Merry Christmas.
- And the same to you, sirs.
- Thank you.
- Scrooge and Marley's, I believe.
- Yes, sir.
I have the pleasure of addressing Mr. Marley?
- No, sir.
- Then you're Mr. Scrooge.
- No.
- My name is Scrooge.
- And my name is Twill.
- And mine is Rummidge.
And Mr. Marley?
Mr. Marley's been dead these seven years.
- He died seven years ago this very night.
- On Christmas Eve?
As good a time as any.
We have no doubt that Mr. Marley's liberality is well represented... by his surviving partner.
At this festive season of the year, Mr. Scrooge... it is more than usually desirable that some slight provision be made... for the poor and destitute.
Many thousands are in want, sir, in need of common necessaries.
Hundreds of thousands are in want of common comforts, sir.
- Are there no prisons?
- Plenty of prisons.
And the workhouses, are they still in operation?
They are. Though I wish with all my heart they were not.
I was afraid from what you said at first that something had occurred... to stop them in their useful course.
Under the impression these places can scarcely furnish Christmas cheer... for the mind and body of the multitude... a few of us have endeavored to form a fund for the poor, to buy them food... and drink, and means of warmth.
What can I put you down for, sir?
Nothing.
You wish to be anonymous?
I wish to be left alone.
Since you asked me what I wish, gentlemen, that is my answer.
I help to support the institutions I mentioned.
They cost enough... and those who are badly off must go there.
Many can't go there, and many would rather die.
If they'd rather die, they'd better do it and decrease the surplus population.
Good afternoon, gentlemen.
In that case, we must apologize for interrupting you, sir.
Humbug!
You keep close watch on the closing hour.
- It's half an hour past, sir.
- Then close up.
Thank you, sir.
Don't work overtime. You might make something of yourself.
- You'll want all day tomorrow, I suppose?
- Lf it's quite convenient, sir.
It's not convenient, and it's not fair.
If I was to stop half a crown for it, you'd consider yourself ill-used...
I'll be bound.
It's only once a year, sir.
A poor excuse for picking a man's pocket every 25th of December.
However, I suppose you'll have to have the whole day.
Be here all the earlier next morning.
- Yes, sir.
- Then be off.
Well?
My wages, sir.
They fall due today.
Can't wait to spend them?
Thank you, sir.
You rascal! You want more?
Now look here, boys, just because a fellow wears a hat, you know... it doesn't mean he can't throw a snowball.
I used to do a lot of snowballing... and I found the best way to make a snowball was to take the snow into... your bare hands, like this, and then... crunch it together until the warmth from your hands...
Here!
Look who's coming down the street. A blooming topper.
- Come on, governor.
Show us.
- Right you are. Here, give me room.
Half a more.
Let her go!
A bull's-eye!
I had no idea it was you, master. No idea at all.
Truly, master.
No doubt this is your idea of a Christmas joke.
I'll get your hat, sir.
I didn't know, sir. The coach, it...
Cratchit, I told you before that I could find a man more capable than yourself.
- I need say no more.
- You mean, I'm sacked, sir?
Exactly.
But in my papers, sir, it says I must have a week's notice.
Your week's salary will recompense me for the price of a new hat.
No. As this hat cost 16 and 6, and your salary is 15 and 6... you owe me a shilling.
I say, governor, we are sorry. The old stinker.
- Merry Christmas! - Merry Christmas!
I'd like to buy a goose. About 5 and 8 pence.
Certainly, sir.
- That's the one.
- A very good choice, sir.
Here, let me help you.
4 penneth of potatoes, 6 penneth of mixed nuts... 6 penneth of apples.
The special pippins, sir, or the medium cookers?
- The special pippins.
- Yes, sir. And 6...
No, 8 penneth of oranges.
Thank you, sir.
Chestnuts.
Chestnuts, sir? All hot, sir.
They warm the innards and cheer the heart.
- What's Christmas without chestnuts, sir?
- What indeed.
2 penneth... No, 3 penneth.
- Yes, sir.
- Put them in my back pocket.
- Yes. I will, sir.
- That's it.
- There you are, sir.
- Now the other one.
- Here we are.
- And here's your 3 pence.
- And a merry Christmas.
- Thank you, sir.
- Bob, you have got a load.
- Haven't I, though?
And all for tomorrow.
Let me help you.
- Did you get the oranges?
- Yes. - And the lemons?
- Yes.
- And the potatoes?
- Yes.
Oh, bless me.
- How did you carry it all?
- I really don't know.
- What's this?
- Guess.
- Roast of beef.
- No. Try again.
- Veal.
- No.
- Tripe.
- No.
- Ribs.
- No. - I know. Sausages.
- No.
Goose.
Look!
Now take it all into the kitchen.
Save Mother a step.
Let me carry something.
- Here, Tim, you may carry the neck.
- Thank you.
Go over to the fire and have a warm, Bob.
Yes, dear.
- Did you get the day off tomorrow?
- Without hardly any trouble at all.
- Wasn't Mr. Scrooge angry?
- Well, you might say he was...
- and you might say he wasn't.
- Meaning what, Bob?
Meaning I got the day off and we don't want to talk about Mr. Scrooge tonight.
Come here, you monkeys, and see what I've got.
Chestnuts!
Marley!
Humbug.
- Who are you?
- Ask me who I was.
Who were you then?
In life, I was your partner, Jacob Marley.
Well...
- what do you want?
- Much.
- You don't believe in me?
- I don't.
What proof would you have of my reality beyond that of your own senses?
- I don't know.
- Why do you doubt your senses?
Because a little thing affects them.
A slight disorder of the stomach makes them liars.
You may be an undigested bit of beef, a blot of mustard, or a crumb of cheese.
Humbug, I tell you.
Humbug!
Silence!
10:00 and all's well.
Watch!
There's an intruder in my room.
- Right up, sir.
Law and order. - Here's my key. Make haste.
Good.
We'll soon see how real you are.
I made this visit for your welfare, Ebenezer Scrooge.
- In here. - Right-o.
There he is.
Out with him!
Your intruder seems to have extruded, if I may say so, governor.
He was here when I opened the door. He was a spirit.
Someone I know.
Of course, a spirit.
A great night for spirits, sir, of one sort or another.
Meaning, governor, we wouldn't mind a bit of spirit ourselves.
You may leave!
Indigestion, that's what it was.
Out with you!
Sorry we couldn't be of any assistance, governor.
Perhaps the next spirits you have, we can.
Man of the worldly mind.
- Now do you believe in me?
- I do. I must.
But why?
Why do you trouble me?
It is required of every man that the spirit within him should walk abroad... among his fellow men.
If that spirit goes not forth in life, it must do so after death.
- You are bound in heavy chains.
- I wear the chain I forged in life.
Is its pattern strange to you?
The chain you will bear was full as heavy and as long as this... seven Christmas Eves ago.
It must be a ponderous chain by now.
Jacob.
Old Jacob Marley...
- have you no comfort for me? - None.
And none for myself.
In life, my spirit never walked beyond... the narrow limits of our money-changing hole... and weary journeys lie before me.
- You travel fast?
- On the wings of the wind.
You must have covered a great quantity of ground in seven years.
Captive, bound, and double-ironed.
No space of regret can make amends for the wasted opportunities of one life.
Poor and ignorant Scrooge.
Yet, such was I.
But you were always a good man of business, Jacob.
Business.
Mankind was my business.
The common welfare was my business.
Charity, mercy, forbearance, and benevolence... all these were my business.
It is at this time of the year that I suffer most.
To see the want I could have stopped, the suffering I could have solaced.
The hunger I could have satisfied.
Hear me.
My time is nearly gone.
If you must go, Jacob, don't let me keep you.
I have sat invisible beside you many and many a day.
I am here to warn you that you have one chance of escaping my fate.
- One chance, Ebenezer Scrooge.
- What is it?
You will be haunted by three spirits.
Is that the chance you mentioned, Jacob?
It is.
I think I'd rather not.
Unless you suffer these three visitations, your fate will be the same as mine.
Jacob.
Don't leave me yet.
Jacob!
Expect the first when the bell tolls 1:00... the second on the stroke of 2:00... the third on the last vibration of 3:00.
Couldn't I take all three at once and have it over?
Remember, the first at 1:00... the second at 2:00, the third at 3:00.
Humbug.
- Are you the spirit I was told to expect? - I am.
- Who are you?
- I am the Ghost of Christmas Past.
The light.
It hurts my eyes.
- It blinds me.
- I'm not surprised.
It's the warming light of thankfulness... the light of gratitude to others.
- I've never seen it before.
- Of course not.
It's men of greed like you who have long forgotten gratitude.
What's your business with me?
Your welfare. Your reclamation.
Rise and walk with me.
- We spirits have no fear. - But I'm not a spirit.
Bear but the touch of my hand on your heart, and you shall be safe.
Good heaven!
This is my old school!
I was a boy here.
Merry Christmas!
Harry, Joe, Tommy, Percy and Dick!
Dick Wilkins!
These are but shadows of things that have been.
They have no consciousness of us. You knew them?
I went to school with them, all of them.
- Your lip is trembling.
- The cold.
- Let's continue. You remember this way?
- Remember it?
I could walk it blindfold.
Strange to have forgotten it for so many years.
- That is myself.
- Was yourself.
Was.
What is that upon your cheek?
Nothing.
The cold.
Listen.
Goodbye, young Scrooge.
Merry Christmas.
- Merry Christmas, Jack.
- Your parents coming for you?
- No. I'm staying at school for the holidays. - You are?
Always do, you know?
Father and I talked it over.
We decided that some extra swatting at my studies would do me more good than...
Christmas at home. Christmas, plum pudding and turkeys... that's just for children.
I say, your governor must be a crusty old bird.
- He knows what's best.
- Jack, hurry!
Right-o. I didn't mean anything against your father, Eb.
Good luck.
Merry Christmas!
- Master Scrooge.
- Yes, sir?
Your sister's come to see you.
Ebbie, dear Ebbie.
I've come to bring you home.
Home, Fran?
Home?
Father is so much kinder than he used to be... that home is like heaven.
That's why I asked him if you could come home, and he said, "Yes."
And he sent me to fetch you with a coach.
And, Ebbie, Father says that you're going to go to work... and never come back here.
And we're going to have a turkey and chestnuts and everything.
God bless you, Fran.
Ebbie, it's going to be so glorious.
God bless you.
- She loved you.
I believe she had children before she died.
- One child.
- Your nephew, Fred.
Come.
You remember this place?
Fezziwig's warehouse. I was apprenticed here.
It's old Fezziwig. It's old Fezziwig alive again.
Ebenezer, Dick!
Yes, sir?
Ebenezer Scrooge, Dick Wilkins.
Yes, sir?
Do you observe the time, sir?
7:05, sir.
Do you know you've let me work you five minutes overtime?
No more work tonight.
Christmas Eve, Dick.
Christmas, Ebenezer.
Up with the shutters. Close up shop.
In the eye, Dick.
Cheer up, Ebenezer.
What a lark.
He always comes through, doesn't he?
- Always comes through does old Fezziwig. - And royally, too.
And royally, too. Nothing's too good for Fezziwig.
Closed up tight, sirs?
- Tight as a barrel, sir.
- Good. Now, about tomorrow.
It's a holiday, of course.
But I shall expect you to spend part of it, at least, with me... eating Christmas dinner.
Thank you, sir.
And as probably you'll eat too much to be any good next day... we'll make that a holiday, too.
Good night, Ebenezer. Good night, Dick.
Good night, sir.
And thank you, sir.
Yes, sir.
Thank you, sir.
- A sovereign.
- A whole sovereign.
- Solid gold is old Fezziwig.
- Solid gold, through and through.
What is the matter?
Nothing particular.
Something, I think.
Yes, there is.
Old Fezziwig was very kind to me.
Yes, he was. But he's dead now.
Perhaps you feel you'd like to repay his kindness to you.
Well?
You have a clerk, Bob Cratchit.
Old Fezziwig would have been very happy... if you had shown your gratitude to him by showing kindness to others.
Your clerk, for instance.
Business is business.
I'm a good businessman!
My time grows short.
I have yet to show you the black years of your life.
Your gradual enslavement to greed.
- Your ruthlessness.
- No! Your ingratitude. Your wretched thirst for gold.
No, leave me.
I can't stand more.
I can't stand more!
Come here. Come here and know me better, Scrooge.
I am the Ghost of Christmas Present.
Have you never seen the like of me before?
Never.
And have you never known my elder brothers, born these years before me?
I'm afraid I haven't. Some... 1,800.
A huge number.
A tremendous family to provide for.
What are we going to do?
Walk into the world this Christmas night, so that you can... hear and see and feel Christmas in the world this night.
Did you say "walk" or "fly"?
Touch my robe.
Good morning, and a merry, merry Christmas to you.
Merry Christmas to you.
These people, what are they doing?
The poor find it cheaper to bring their dinners to the baker to be cooked.
Now then, watch who you're stepping on.
Watch who I'm stepping on?
I like that.
- Go on, off it.
- I will not!
Why you little...
- Here, let's make it up.
- Frightened?
I wouldn't touch your old hand. I wouldn't...
Well, you're not such a bad sort after all.
Thank you, and a merry Christmas to you.
And the same to you.
What do you sprinkle from that horn that made them stop quarreling?
It's a spirit... five times distilled, the spirit of Christmas cheer... of love, of all that's good... of all that makes this time of year different from any other time.
Is there a peculiar flavor in what you sprinkle?
An excellent flavor.
Would it apply to any kind of dinner?
To a poor one most.
Why to a poor one most?
Because it needs it most.
Look where you're going, you big, clumsy ox, you.
I'll...
I'll shove those words down your nasty little throat.
Stop shoving, will you?
Stop it, I say, or I'll...
Here we are being silly, aren't we now?
Like a couple of infants.
I say, I know a nice little pub where they sell hot rum and gin.
- We stopped that.
- Yes, we did, didn't we?
That church.
We have business there.
Come.
I don't believe for a minute that they love one another.
What makes you say that, Spirit?
It is obvious that they love each other dearly.
Nevertheless, don't you think that... it's lucky that they haven't the wherewithal to get married?
Their love will soon fade.
I take exception to that!
On the contrary, I think their love would grow.
I...
They...
They should be married.
- Good morning and merry Christmas.
- Merry Christmas.
Merry Christmas to you.
Bob, a merry Christmas to you.
This is my fiancee, Bess.
This is Mr. Cratchit, and his son Tim.
How do you do?
Now, Tim, no secrets. What were you saying?
I said, sir...
- I said she's very pretty.
- Tim!
- Thank you kindly, Tim.
- Don't you agree with him, Bob?
- Yes, sir.
She is very pretty. - Father!
Thank you kindly, Mr. Cratchit.
- Good morning.
- Goodbye.
- Merry Christmas.
- Merry Christmas.
Come on, darling. Let's have a slide.
But, Fred, you can't.
Can't I?
You should have seen me yesterday.
But in front of the church?
It isn't right.
But, darling, it looks perfect.
It is perfect.
- It's as slippery as a codfish's tummy.
- No, Fred, no!
But, darling, just one slide.
Only one.
- Yeah.
- Well, all right.
Sliding in front of the church?
Now run away home. And a merry Christmas to you all.
- Run home. - See?
But, darling, he has no soul.
He's simply acting like a grownup.
I still say he has no soul.
He just doesn't appreciate the qualities of a good slide.
Come on.
One, two, three.
- Giddyap.
- Merry Christmas, Tom.
And a merry Christmas to you, Bob.
- And to you, too, Tiny Tim.
- Thank you. Merry Christmas, sir.
Spirit, tell me if Tiny Tim will live.
If the shadows remain unaltered by the future, the child will die.
No!
Surely he'll be spared.
With the kind of care that money can buy, who could tell?
But Bob Cratchit has no money.
Not even a position, I've heard.
If all this remains unaltered by the future... the next Christmas will not find Tiny Tim here.
But what of it?
If he be like to die, he'd better do it and decrease the population.
Come.
Mother! The goose, we smelled it.
Outside the baker's.
- We did, didn't we?
- It was ours.
We knew.
Because of the smell.
Young, sharp noses.
What's got into your father and Tim?
And Martha wasn't this late last Christmas by half an hour.
Here's Martha, Mother.
Here she is, Mother.
Here's Martha. There's a goose for Christmas, Martha.
Bless your heart. I was afraid you weren't coming.
We'd a deal of sewing to finish up last night, and this morning... we had to clear up the shop.
Just so long as you've come.
- You're cold, child.
- Not very. Sit down by the fire and have a warm.
Father's here, Mama.
- Hide. - Hide in here.
Here we come.
Whoa it is.
There we are.
Belinda.
- Where's our Martha?
- Not coming.
Not coming? Not coming on Christmas day?
Martha girl.
Come, Tim, into the back.
- Was it a good service, Bob?
- Beautiful.
That's what it was.
I wish you'd been there.
So long as you and Tim were there, I feel it did us all good.
- Here, I'll give that gravy what for.
- Thank you, dear. Belinda, you sweeten up the applesauce.
- I have, Mommy.
It's on the table.
- Good girl. - Peter, take this chair inside.
- Yes, Mother. Now, I'm going to take one last look at the table.
What a Christmas! There never was such a Christmas.
Here, Martha, taste this.
Sweet enough?
- Well, it's still a wee bit sour.
- So.
- Been working hard, Father?
- Yes.
How's old Scrooge?
- Same as ever.
- What's the matter?
Not a thing.
Not a single blessed thing.
Something at the office?
Why, it was only yesterday Mr. Scrooge came to me... shook my hand and, "Cratchit," he says, "Cratchit, my lad"... he calls me "my lad"...
"You're one in 1,000.
You're..."
Something is wrong. What is it?
- I've been sacked, Martha.
- Father!
- When was it?
- Last night.
You haven't told Mother?
Bad luck.
Sorry I told you.
I really shouldn't have. I thought it might make me feel better.
Bob!
There's Mother. Come along. Cheer up.
Here we go.
Here we are!
How's that?
You know, I don't think there is anyone, not anyone, who can touch my punch.
Nor do I, Bob.
- Do you like our table?
- It's beautiful, my dear.
- Peter.
- Yes, Mother?
You can go to the baker's now.
- And get the goose? - Yes.
The goose!
There never was such a goose.
- It's a good bird, Bob.
- And reasonable, too.
- I'd like to stroke it.
- Tim.
- We haven't eaten it all at last.
- That we haven't.
And now the pudding.
Belinda and me'll clear, Mother.
- I'll help with the pudding, Mother.
- No, I'd rather do it alone.
- It might not turn out.
- Of course it will.
It always has.
Unless someone's climbed into the back and stolen it.
Stolen it?
Hurry, Mother, hurry!
Pass them over to this side.
It's there.
The pudding's there. - Hooray!
- Come along.
I smell it.
Do you smell it, Peter?
That's the cloth coming off.
- The holly's in.
- It is?
It's blazing.
Here it comes!
Here comes the pudding.
- Off with the lights. - Off with the lights. Hurry.
Hurry up.
It did turn out, and it's not stolen.
- It looks so good.
- Tim.
It looks like the best you've ever made, my dear.
Bob, you say that every year.
Every year they get better.
How that's possible, don't ask me. But it's true.
So eat.
Mother, you haven't got any.
I don't want any, dear.
- You must.
Here, have some of mine. - Just a little spoonful.
I'm sure I'm going to burst.
Not in here, my lad.
If you want to burst, you go outside.
You've hardly any tummy at all. Look at mine.
Now then, enough of that, or there will be a calamity.
- Peter, put some chestnuts on the fire.
- Yes, sir.
Let's tidy the table, girls.
Such a smell.
Sweet enough?
Sweet as honey. Obviously made by an expert.
And are only experts allowed to taste it?
My dear.
Glasses all. Glasses.
Fill mine, Father. Thank you.
- Three, four.
- Thank you.
- Five.
- Thank you.
- Six.
- Thank you.
- Seven. - Thank you.
Well, this is the largest, but a merry Christmas to us, my dears.
And God bless us all.
And here's to next Christmas, may it bring us luck.
And may Mr. Scrooge give your father a raise.
And a merry Christmas to Mr. Scrooge.
I'll drink to that.
- Delicious.
- How lovely.
And now, Father, a story please.
Yes. Please, a story, Father.
Right you are. A story it is.
Come along, kids. Sit here.
Now let me see.
It seems that once upon a time, there was a little boy... about your size, Timmy...
- Come, Scrooge, we must go.
- Must we? Just let me hear Bob's story.
It's about Aladdin and the magic lamp.
Please let me stay.
No, Scrooge.
And he said that Christmas was humbug.
As I live, he did. As if anything that gave excuse for this could be humbug.
- Your uncle should be ashamed.
- I'm sorry for him. I couldn't be angry with him if I tried. After all, he punishes himself.
And how does he do that, pray?
- Well, he has money, hasn't he?
- Yes. And he makes no use of it, mark you, no use of it whatsoever.
Therefore, he's a far more pathetic and unhappy case... than a man who has no money at all.
QED, he punishes himself.
Now, that's a wonderful idea.
Tom here suggests that we play a game. Now what shall it be?
- Blindman's buff.
- Blindman's buff? Right.
But first, I want you to drink a toast.
It seems a shame to waste a toast on a man like that.
But, darling, think how happy he makes everyone feel, by contrast.
- To my uncle, Scrooge. - To Uncle Scrooge.
- Come along now, Tom. You're it.
- Come on, Tom.
You'd best catch us. Tie it tight.
- Are you sure you can see? - Perfectly.
That's good.
One, two, three.
Come on, quick. Quick, he might catch you.
Please, let me stay, just until they finish.
But you don't like Christmas. It's a time for fools.
I won't go with you.
I'm going to stay.
I'm going to stay, I tell you.
Don't be a fool, man. You don't like Christmas.
But I do. I do like Christmas!
I love Christmas!
You are the Ghost of Christmas Yet To Come?
You are about to show me things that have not happened... but will happen in the future.
Is that so, Spirit?
Ghost of the Future, I know you are here to do me good... and as I hope to be another man from what I was...
I'm ready to accompany you. Won't you speak?
Lead on.
I shall follow gladly.
No, I don't know much about it either way. I only know he's dead.
- When did he die?
- Last night, I believe.
- What was the matter with him?
- Who knows?
Who cares?
- What has he done with his money?
- I haven't heard.
He hasn't left it to me.
That's all I know.
It's likely to be a very cheap funeral.
Upon my life, I can't think of anybody to go to it.
Suppose we form a party and volunteer.
I don't mind going, if a lunch is provided.
I'll offer to go if anybody else will.
Now I come to think of it, I'm not sure I wasn't his best friend.
We used to stop and speak whenever we met.
Goodbye.
- How are you?
- How are you?
I know them. I know them both.
Business associates.
So Old Scratch got his own at last?
Yeah, so I've been told.
It's cold, isn't it?
Seasonable for Christmas.
- You're not a skater, I suppose.
- No time for it.
Business on my mind.
- Well, good morning.
- Good morning.
Is death always like this?
Is it never followed by sorrow and weeping?
It must be getting near your father's time.
Past it, Mommy.
Though he has walked home slower these last few evenings.
I've known him walk with Tiny Tim upon his shoulder very fast indeed.
And so have I, often.
But he was very light to carry, and his father loved him so.
It was no trouble. No trouble.
There's your father at the door.
There you are, my nippers.
Dear.
Here, Father, sit here.
I saw Mr. Scrooge's nephew today.
You did?
Yes, he is a nice fellow. He saw I looked a trifle down.
Just a trifle, you know.
He asked me what was wrong.
Thank you, dear.
I told him about Tim.
He's such a sweet fellow, somehow I didn't mind telling him.
"I'm heartily sorry for it, Bob," he said.
"And heartily sorry for your good wife."
By the by, how he ever knew that, I don't know.
Knew what, my dear?
- That you were a good wife.
- Bob.
It really seemed that he knew our Tim and felt with us.
- I'm sure he's a good soul, Bob.
- He is.
And I'm sure that... when we remember how gentle and patient Tim was... we shan't quarrel among ourselves... and in doing it, forget our Tim.
No, Father.
I'm very happy.
I am.
Poor Tim.
Poor Tiny Tim.
Everyone who knew him must feel sorrow. Sorrow they'd never feel for me.
Spirit... tell me the name of the man we saw lying dead.
Tell me!
Answer me this, Spirit.
Are these things you've shown me... are they the shadows of the things that will be, or of the things that may be?
Men's lives lead to certain ends... but if those lives be changed, will not the ends be changed?
Tell me that is true! Tell me!
Then I was the man who lay upon the bed.
No!
Why show me this if I am past all hope?
I shall change my way of living. I will try to keep Christmas all the year.
I will live in the past, the present, and the future.
The spirit of all three shall be in my heart.
I shall never forget the lessons that they teach.
Tell me that this will change my future.
Tell me that this is not my end.
Please!
Hello! Hello, there.
What's today?
- What's today, my fine fellow? - Today?
Why, Christmas day.
Do you know the poulterer's at the next street but one, at the corner?
- I should hope I do.
- An intelligent boy.
A remarkable boy.
Do you know whether they've sold the prize turkey that was hanging there?
Not the little prize turkey, the big one.
- It's hanging there now.
- Is it?
- Well, go and buy it.
- What, sir?
I'm in earnest.
Yes, I am. Go and buy it.
Come back in less than five minutes, and I'll give you half a crown.
- Merry Christmas.
- Merry Christmas.
My dear sirs, how do you do?
How do you do?
A merry Christmas to you.
Mr. Scrooge?
Yes, that is my name.
It may not be pleasant to you.
Let me ask your pardon. And will you have the goodness to take...
Why, bless me, Mr. Scrooge.
Are you in earnest?
If you please. Not a farthing less. There are a great many back payments... in that amount.
Will you do me that favor?
My dear Mr. Scrooge, I don't know what to say.
Such...
Such generosity.
Don't say anything, please, but come and see me.
Will you come and see me?
We will, Mr. Scrooge.
Thank you.
Bless you.
Hello, my love.
- Would you tell Mr. Fred I wish to see him?
- Yes, sir.
Fred!
- Who is this?
- Your uncle.
Your uncle Scrooge.
Uncle, I didn't know you.
The smile changes me, doesn't it?
But, what are we doing out here?
Come in, Uncle, come in.
This is my uncle.
My uncle Scrooge.
How do you do?
Fred, you dog.
Who is this fellow?
Not your uncle, I'll be bound. He'd never have a smile like that.
- He said that...
- That Christmas was a humbug.
- That people who celebrated it were fools.
- Yes, that's what he said.
It was stupid of him. He won't say it again, mark you.
He won't say it again, ever.
And this is Bess.
May I tell you a secret?
Here, I say.
Now what is this?
- No.
- You tell him.
Fred!
Darling!
That's wonderful.
Uncle, thank you so much.
- Merry Christmas, Bob.
- What?
Merry Christmas, Bob!
Here, give this to your wife.
Your good wife.
- Where's Tiny Tim?
- He's out in the back with the others.
Well, get him. Bring him here.
- Bring them all here.
- Yes, sir, I shall.
It's Scrooge. It's Mr. Scrooge.
He's crazy. Quite mad. Off his top.
Lost his buttons. - Don't be stupid, Bob. - Look, he gave us this, and more besides.
- Gave it to us?
- Yes. Then he has gone mad. Bob, what shall we do?
Our children, Bob.
Save them!
Thank heaven, Mr. Fred.
You've come for him, of course.
Poor fellow.
Did you think he'd gone barmy, too?
No, we haven't come for him.
He told us to wait outside.
He said he had some presents he wanted to give you.
- Then he's all right?
- I hope so.
He made me his partner. We're to be married, Bob.
Isn't that wonderful?
- It is wonderful.
- Yes.
My wife.
My dear.
- Has he gone?
- He's all right.
- Come along, you must meet him.
- No.
- Bob Cratchit.
- Yes, sir?
- Pass out the punch.
- Yes, sir.
I'm going to raise your salary, Bob.
Thank you, sir.
Are you sure?
And when Peter, the scoundrel, when Peter gets a little older... we'll have a job for him, too.
- Won't we, Fred?
- Yes, sir.
- Everything for everybody, Fred?
Here it is, sir.
I'm a little rusty at this.
- I've never done it before, but may I? - Yes.
Please do.
To all of us, everywhere.
A merry Christmas to us all, my dears.
God bless us, every one.
Hello.
- What's all this fuss about, Charters? - I'm hanged if I know.
Danke schön. Danke schön.
Ladies and gentlemen, I'm very sorry.
The train is little bit uphold.
And if you wish to stay in my hotel, you have to register immediately.
Why the deuce didn't he say so in the first place?
Ah.
Oh, how do you do, Miss Henderson?
How do you do, ladies?
- It's a great honor to have you with us again. - Nice to see you too, Boris.
- You haven't changed a bit since last Friday. - I see you haven't shaved either.
- Is everything ready?
- Everything is ready. I didn't change anything.
Not even the sheets. We know. Lead on, Boris.
You see, I didn't expect you to come so quickly.
- Well, our legs gave out on us. - That's odd.
- We had to do the last lap in a farm cart. - Oh!
I see we've got company. Don't tell me Cook's are running cheap tours here.
- What is it, Boris?
- It's the avalanche.
- Avalanche? - Avalanche, Boris. Avalanche.
You see, in the spring we've got many avalanches.
You know, - bloop!
And everything disappear. Even train disappear under the avalanche.
But I'm going home tomorrow. How long before they dig it out?
By morning. It's lucky for you.
You can leave by this train instead of your own.
How you said it? Is a bad wind that blow nowhere no good.
Talking of wind, we haven't eaten since dawn.
- Serve us some supper, Boris, in our room. - I could eat a horse.
- Don't put ideas into his head. Uh, some chicken, Boris. - Yes.
- And a magnum of champagne. - Absolutely.
- And make it snappy. - Bandrika may have a dictator, but tonight we're painting it red.
Meanwhile we have to stand here cooling our heels, I suppose, eh? Confounded impudence.
Oh, third-rate country. What do you expect?
- Wonder who all those women were. - Hmm. Possibly Americans, I should think.
- You know, almighty dollar, old man. - I suppose we'll have to wait here.
If only we hadn't missed that train at Budapest.
I don't want to rub it in, but if you hadn't insisted... on standing up until they finished their national anthem -
Yes, but you must show respect, Caldicott.
If I'd known it was going to last 20 minutes -
Well, it's always been my contention that The Hungarian Rhapsody... is not their national anthem.
- In any case, we were the only two standing. - That's true.
- Well, I suppose we shall be in time after all. - I doubt it.
That last report was pretty ghastly. Do you remember? "England on the brink."
Yes, but that's newspaper sensationalism.
- The old country's been in some tight corners before. - It looks pretty black.
Even if we get away first thing tomorrow morning, there's still the connection at B♪öâle.
- We'll probably be hours. - Mmm, that's true.
Well, somebody surely can help us. Oh, sir.
Would you happen to know what time the train leaves Bâle for England?
Oh. Really?
Fella doesn't speak English.
Hello?
Alex.
Champagne. Miss Henderson.
Monsieur.
- Here's one leaves Bâle 21:20. - 21:20? - Yeah.
- Twenty. Twenty. Twelve from 21 is -
- Twenty-one - - Eleven. No.
I regret, sir, there is only left two single room in front... or a little double room at the back.
- We'll, uh, take the two singles. - Very well, sir. Here is.
- Thank you.
- Thank you.
At least you might have asked me which I preferred.
My dear, a small double room at the back in a place like this -
You weren't so particular in Paris last autumn.
It was quite different then. The exhibition was at its height.
I realize that now. There's no need to rub it in.
- We want a private suite with a bath. - Facing the mountain. - Yes.
- With a shower, of course.
- Hot and cold. - A private thingummy if you've got one.
Sorry, gentlemen. The only things I've got is the maid's room.
- The what?
- Maid's room? I'm sorry.
The whole hotel is packed. Jammed to the sky.
That's impossible. We haven't fixed up yet.
You can't expect to put the two of us up in the maid's room.
Well, don't get excited. I'll remove the maid out.
Yes, I should think so. What?
What are you talking about?
- I think I'd sooner sleep on the train. - Would you?
- There is no 'eating on the train. - No eating on the train?
Yes. I mean - Heating.
- Heating.
There's no heating on the train.
- That's awkward.
- all right. We'll take it. - Just a minute.
You have to have the maid comes to your room, remove her wardrobe.
Anna.
She's a good girl, and I don't want to lose her.
We'd better go and dress.
- Rather primitive humor, I hope. - Grown-up children, you know.
That was rather an awkward situation over that girl.
- Pity he couldn't have given us one each. - Eh?
- I mean, uh, a room apiece. - Oh.
I, Iris Matilda Henderson... a spinster of no particular parish... do hereby solemnly renounce my maidenly past... and do declare that on Thursday next, the 26th inst., being in my right mind...
I shall take the veil and the orange blossom... and change my name to Lady Charles Fotheringail.
Can't you get him to change his name instead?
You're a couple of cynics. I'm very fond of him.
Rudolph, give me a hand.
Have you ever read about that little thing called love?
It used to be very popular.
Child, the carpet is already laid at St. George's, Hanover Square.
And Father's simply aching to have a coat of arms on the jam label.
To Iris and the happy days she's leaving behind.
And the blue-blooded check-chaser she's dashing to London to marry.
The blue-blooded check-chaser.
I have no regrets.
I've been everywhere and done everything.
I've eaten caviar at Cannes... sausage rolls at the docks.
I've played baccarat at Biarritz... and darts with the rural dean.
What is there left for me but... marriage?
Oh!
It's this hanging about that gets me.
If only we knew what was happening in England.
Mustn't lose grip, Charters.
Come in.
- Did you follow that? - I did.
Tell her this has gone far enough.
No, uh - No change, uh - change here.
Um, outside.
- She doesn't understand. - No.
Come on.
Oh!
Nothing newer than last month.
I don't suppose there is such a thing as a wireless set hereabouts.
Being in the dark like this - our communications cut off in a time of crisis.
Hello, hello, hello!
London?
You want Mr. Seltzer? Yes. Hold on.
I'm going right to - to find where he is.
London.
Go on. Risk it.
Hello. Hello. You.
Huh? No, no, no.
I'm not Mr. Seltzer.
Name's Charters. I don't suppose you know me. What?
Well, you needn't worry.
They've just gone to fetch him.
Tell me.
What's happening to England?
"Blowing a gale"?
No, you don't follow me, sir.
I'm inquiring about the test match in Manchester.
Cricket, sir! Cricket! What?
You don't know?
You can't be in England and not know the test score.
- Fella says he doesn't know. - Oh, silly ass. Hello.
Can't you find out?
Nonsense. It won't take a second.
Oh, all right.
If you won't, you won't!
- Wasting my time. The fella's an ignoramus.
- Mr. Seltzer... at last your call come through to London.
Hello. Hello, hello.
London.
Huh? London.
Thank you, waiter.
- What do you say to a grilled steak?
- That's a very good idea.
- Well done for me, please. - On the red side for me.
These people have a passion for repeating themselves. - I
- I beg your pardon. - Mm-hmm?
He's trying to explain to you that, owing to the large number of visitors, there's no food left.
No food?
What sort of place is this?
Expect us to share a blasted dog box with a servant girl on an empty stomach?
Is that hospitality?
Is that organization?
Oh. Thank you.
- I'm hungry, you know. - What a country. I don't wonder they have revolutions.
You're very welcome to what's left of the cheese.
Uh, of course, it's not like beefsteak, but it's awfully rich in vitamins.
- Really. Thank you very much. - I'm afraid they're not accustomed to catering for so many people.
Bandrika is one of Europe's few undiscovered corners. Yes.
That's probably 'cause there's nothing worth discovering, I should think.
You may not know it as well as I do.
I'm feeling quite miserable at the thought of leaving it.
- After you with the cheese, please. - Certainly, old man. Why not?
- So you're going home? - Tomorrow.
My little charges are quite grown up.
I'm a governess and a music teacher, you know.
In the six years I've lived here, I've grown to love the country, especially the mountains.
I sometimes think they're like very friendly neighbors.
You know, the - the big father and mother mountain with their white snow hats.
And their nephews and nieces. Not quite so big. With smaller hats.
Right down to the tiniest hillock without any hat at all.
Well, of course, that's just my fancy.
- Oh, really.
- I like to watch them from my bedroom every night when there's a moon.
I'm so glad there's a moon tonight.
Do you hear that music?
Everyone sings here.
The people are just like happy children... with laughter on their lips and music in their hearts.
- It's not reflected in their politics, you know.
- I never think you should judge any country by its politics.
After all, we English are quite honest by nature, aren't we?
You'll excuse me if I run away. Good night.
Good night.
Good night.
Queer sort of bird.
Trifle whimsical, I thought.
Well, after six years in this hole, we'd be whimsical.
Oh, I don't think so, old man.
- She was very decent about that cheese. - Mmm.
I see she's finished the pickles.
Good night, Iris.
- Listen. Someone's serenading.
- Oh, let him. Nothing will keep me awake tonight.
Good night, my children. What's happening? An earthquake?
That would hardly account for the music, would it?
What a horrible noise.
- What can they be doing?
- I don't know, but I'll soon find out.
Hello. Musical country, this.
- I feel quite sorry for that poor singer outside... having to compete with this.
Boris, Miss Henderson speaking.
Look. Someone upstairs is playing musical chairs with an elephant.
Move one of them out, will you? I want to get some sleep.
All right.
That ought to settle it.
Thank you so much.
Some people have so little consideration for others... which makes life so much more difficult than it need be.
Don't you think? Well, good night. Thank you so much.
I expect you'll be going on the train in the morning.
- Yes. - I hope we shall meet again under - under quieter circumstances.
- Good night.
- Good night.
Miss, please, I'Il fix everything.
You'd better. Hold it. Steady.
Don't move. Don't move. Uh -
One, two - Please, sir. Will you kindly stop?
They are all complaining in the hotel.
You make too much noise.
- Too much what?
- Too much noise.
You dare to call it a noise.
The ancient music with which your peasant ancestors... celebrated every wedding for countless generations.
The dance they danced when your father married your mother... always supposing you were born in wedlock, which I doubt.
Look at them.
- I take it you're the manager. - Sure I am the manager of this hotel.
Fortunately I'm accustomed to squalor. Tell me. Who's complaining?
- This young English lady underneath.
- Well, you tell the young English lady underneath... that I am putting on record for the benefit of mankind... one of the lost folk dances of Central Europe... and furthermore, she does not own this hotel.
But, sir, don't you understand?
Now, one, two -
You know what he said?
"Who she think she is?
The queen of Sheba?
She think she owns this hotel?"
- Well, can't you get rid of him?
- Impossible.
- Are you sure?
- Uh, I begin to wonder.
It's come back to me.
I've got an idea.
You see, the German lady. She will call him up on the telephone.
She say, "Young man. It's my room. I did pay for it.
- How's that, huh? - Good enough.
We'll eject him with a little -
He'll never forget as long as he live.
Nothing but baseball.
You know. We used to call it rounders.
Children play it with a rubber ball and with a stick.
Not a word about cricket.
Americans got no sense of proportion.
Come in.
Who are you? What do you want? - Recognize the signature tune?
- Will you please get out.
Oh, this is a much better room.
Definitely an acceptable room.
What exactly do you think you're doing?
Keep away.
Would you hold those for a minute?
Put those back at once.
- Now, which side do you like to sleep?
- Do you want me to throw you out?
Oh, in that case, I'Il sleep in the middle.
Smart of you to bribe the manager.
An eye for an eye... and a tooth for a toothbrush.
I suppose you realize you're behaving like a complete cad.
On the contrary, you're perfectly at liberty to sleep in the corridor if you want to.
Hello.
Oh, I shouldn't if I were you.
I'd only tell everyone you invited me here.
And when I say everyone, I mean everyone.
And I have a powerful voice.
- Come out of there at once! - Not until you bribe the manager to restore me to my attic.
Come out of that bathroom! Hello. Boris?
Look. I was thinking. I
Oh, by the way, you might have my things taken upstairs. Would you?
You're the most contemptible person I've ever met in all my life!
Well, confidentially, I think you're a bit of a stinker too. Well, if we get to Bâle on time, we should see the last day of the match.
I hope the weather's like this in Manchester. Perfect wicket for our fellas. We're somewhere along here.
If you don't hurry, Margaret, we shan't get that compartment to ourselves.
Does it matter? Well, there's still time to change your mind, Iris. Yes.
Why not send Charles a greetings telegram and tell him he's all washed up? No.
It's too late.
This time next week...
I shall be a slightly sunburnt offering on an altar in Hanover Square.
I shan't mind, really.
Oh! Good morning.
I can't find my bag. It's a brown holdall, you know.
Have you seen -
No.
Of course not. Uh, thank you.
Well, I gave it to the porter.
I can't imagine what happened.
Oh, she dropped her glasses.
- Say, you dropped your glasses. - Oh. Thank you, my dear.
- Oh! - Oh, dear, oh, dear, oh, dear!
- Darling, are you hurt?
I don't know.
What was it?
Never mind about that.
This cockeyed station of yours has practically brained my friend.
- Yes indeed!
- Well, what are you going to do about it?
- He says he cannot hold the train.
- I like that!
Hurry up! It's going.
- Yes, my dear. - I'Il be all right.
- Are you sure? - Be careful now.
Careful.
Don't worry. I'll look after her.
Such carelessness.
You sure you're all right?
- Send us a copy of the Times.
- Write and tell us all about it.
Good luck.
Look after yourself.
There, there. You'll be all right in a minute.
Just take everything quietly.
Put some of this eau de cologne on your head.
- Do you feel any better?
- Yes, thank you.
I'm all right now.
What you need is a good, strong cup of tea.
- I'll ring for the attendant.
- No, no. Please don't bother.
I'll go to the dining car myself.
I need some air.
Oh, well, in that case, I'll come with you. If you don't mind, that is.
No, of course not. Ah - Oh!
You can always tell a honeymoon couple, you know.
They're so shy.
- Why did you do that?
- Well, we don't want people staring at us.
Anyone would think the whole legal profession were dogging you.
- Oh, one would be enough.
- You even thought that beggar in Damascus was a barrister in disguise.
I merely said his face was distinguished enough for a judge.
You hurried off in the opposite direction, I noticed.
That's not true. I was looking for a street called "Straight."
- You weren't so careful the first few days. - I know.
I know.
And anyway, as for you meeting someone you know, what about me?
Robert thinks I'm cruising with Mother.
If one's feeling a little bit shaky, I always think it's best to sit in the middle of the coach.
Preferably facing the engine.
Uh, a pot of tea for two, please.
- Very good. - Oh, and - and just a minute.
Will you please tell them to make it from this?
I don't drink any other.
Uh, and - and make absolutely sure that the water is really boiling.
You understand?
It's a little fad of mine.
My dear father and mother... who I'm thankful to say are still alive... and enjoying good health, invariably drink it.
And so I follow their footsteps.
Do you know a million Mexicans drink it?
At least that's what it says on the packet.
It's very kind of you to help me like this.
I don't think we've introduced ourselves.
My name's Iris Henderson.
I'm going home to be married.
Really?
Oh, how very exciting.
- I do hope you'Il be happy. - Thank you.
You'Il have children, won't you?
They make such a difference.
I always think it's being with kiddies so much that's made me - if I may say so - young for my age.
I'm a governess, you know. My name's Froy.
Did you say Freud?
No. O-Y. Not E-U-D.
- Froy. - I'm sorry. I can't hear.
Froy. It rhymes with "joy."
Thank you.
Uh, please reserve two places for lunch, will you?
- That is if you'd care to have it with me. - Of course.
There's nothing moot about it. It simply wasn't out. That's all.
But for the umpire's blunder, he'd probably still be batting.
- What do you mean?
I don't understand.
- I'll show you.
Look here.
I saw the whole thing.
There. Now then.
There's Hammond.
There's the bowler. There's the umpire.
- Sugar?
- Two, please.
Dear me. There is no sugar.
Now watch this very, very carefully, Caldicott.
- Grimmett was bowling. - May I trouble you for the sugar, please?
- What?
- The sugar, please.
Thank you so much.
If I were you, I'd try and get a little sleep. It'll make you feel quite well again.
There's a most intriguing acrostic in The Needlewoman.
I'm going to try and unravel it before you wake up. Reservations for lunch, please.
- Madame has booked for lunch?
- Oh, I think my friend did. She's got the tickets.
- Have you seen my friend? - No.
Um, my friend.
Where is she?
La signora inglese. The English lady.
Where is she?
There has been no English lady here.
- What?
- There has been no English lady here.
There has. She sat there in the corner.
You saw her. You spoke to her. She sat next to you.
But it's ridiculous.
She took me to the dining car and came back here with me.
You went and came back alone.
Maybe you don't understand.
I mean the lady who looked after me when I was knocked out.
Ah. Perhaps it make you forget, eh?
Well, I may be very dense, but if this is some sort of a joke, I'm afraid I don't see the point.
- Oh, steward, you served me tea just now. - Yes, madame.
- Have you seen the lady I was with?
The English lady. - But madame was alone.
- Pardon, madame. He make mistake. - Well, of course.
He must remember the little English lady. She ordered the tea and paid for it.
No. It is you who paid.
He say to look at the bill. I will look, madame.
But she gave you a special packet of tea.
You can't have forgotten that.
The tea was ours, madame.
I received no packet.
- But you did. I know what happened.
- Pardon, madame. The bill.
- Uh, tea for one.
- But that's not right.
Perhaps madame would care to examine the bills herself.
No, I wouldn't.
Please, have you seen a lady pass through -
- Oh. - Well, well. If it isn't old stinker.
If I thought you were going to be on this train, I'd have stayed another week in the hotel.
- Uh, lady?
No. Why.
- It doesn't matter.
You probably wouldn't recognize one anyway.
Hello. Feeling queer?
It's that pipe of yours, George. Why don't you throw your old socks away?
Never mind. Thanks for the help all the same. Come on.
- What's the trouble?
- If you must know, something fell on my head.
- When?
Infancy?
- At the station.
- Oh. Bad luck. Can I help?
Only by going away.
No, no, no. My father always taught me never desert a lady in trouble.
He even carried that as far as marrying Mother.
I say, did you see a little lady last night in the hotel?
In tweeds.
I only saw one little lady. She was hardly in tweeds.
But she was in my compartment, and now I can't find her.
She must be still on the train. We haven't stopped since we started.
- Of course she's still on the train. I know that.
- all right. Nobody said she isn't.
- Yes, but that's just what they are saying. - Who?
The rest of the people in the compartment and the stewards.
They insist they never saw her.
- All of them?
- all of them.
- You were saying you got a knock on the head?
- What do you mean?
- Never mind. Do you talk the lingo? - No.
Well, they probably thought you were trying to borrow some money.
Come on.
I say. Excuse me. I think there's been a little misunderstanding.
- This young lady seems to have lost her friend. - Yes.
I have heard.
- This gentleman has been explaining to me. - Ah.
Most interesting.
And I think under the circumstances, we shall all introduce ourselves.
- I am Italian citizen.
My wife and child.
- How do you do?
- Oh, bonny little chap.
How old is he? - 1934 class.
- Ah. - Sì. And the lady in the corner is the Baroness Atona.
Oh, yes. I met her husband.
He presented prizes at the folk dance festival.
Minister of propaganda.
And I am Dr. Egon Hartz of Prague. You may have heard of me.
- Not the brain specialist?
- Yes. The same.
You flew over to England the other day and operated on one of our cabinet ministers.
- Oh, yes. - Tell me. Did you find anything?
- A slight cerebral contusion. - Oh, well, that's better than nothing.
But I am picking up a similar case at the next station, but so much more complicated.
I shall operate at the national hospital tonight.
Among other things, a cranial fracture with compression.
- Do you understand? - Oh, yes.
A wallop on the bean.
- I suppose you haven't seen my friend.
- Unfortunately, no.
I'll just take a word with the baroness. Uh -
- What do they say?
- Well, they both say they've never seen her.
But that's not true. She was sitting where you are.
- Can you describe her?
- Well, it's a bit difficult.
You see, she was sort of middle-aged and ordinary.
- Well, what was she wearing?
- Tweeds, oatmeal flecked with brown... a three-quarter coat with patch pockets... a scarf, a felt hat, brown shoes... a tussah shirt and - and a small blue handkerchief in her breast pocket.
- I can't remember any more.
- You couldn't have been paying attention.
- Now listen. You both went along to tea. - Yes.
- Well, surely you met somebody. - I suppose we did, but -
Wait a moment. Let me think. Oh, yes.
Right you are. Let's go along and dig him out.
Pardon me. I'll come with you. This is most interesting to me.
Well, we don't like people muscling in, but we'Il make you a member.
Wait a moment. There was somebody else.
As we passed this compartment, Miss Froy stumbled in.
There was a tall gentleman and a lady.
Now we're getting somewhere. If we can find someone who saw her, we'Il have the place searched.
- Can I be of any assistance?
- That's the gentleman.
Do you happen to remember seeing this young lady pass the compartment with a little Englishwoman?
I'm, uh
- I'm afraid not.
But you must have. She almost fell into your compartment.
Surely you haven't forgotten. It's very important.
Everybody's saying she wasn't on the train, but I know she is... and I'm going to find her even if I have to stop the train to do it.
Caldicott. This is Charters. Can I come in?
You know that girl we saw at the hotel?
She's back there kicking up a devil of a fuss.
- Says she's lost her friend.
- Well, she hasn't been in here, old man.
- But the point is she threatens to stop the train. - Oh, Lord.
If we miss our connection in Bâle, we'll never make Manchester in time.
- This is serious. - Let's hide in here.
I'm sorry. I haven't the faintest recollection.
You must be making a mistake.
Well, he obviously doesn't remember.
Let's go and look for the other fellow.
- Who were you talking to outside? - Hmm?
Oh, nobody.
Just, uh, some people in the corridor arguing.
There he is.
That's the man.
I say. I'm so sorry. I wonder if I can bother you.
- I wonder if you can help us.
- How?
I was having tea about an hour ago with an English lady.
You saw her, didn't you?
- I don't know. I mean, definitely. I was talking to my friend.
But you were sitting at the next table. She turned and borrowed the sugar. You must remember.
- I recall passing the sugar. - Then you saw her.
I repeat. We were deep in conversation. We were discussing cricket.
I don't see how a thing like cricket can make you forget seeing people.
Oh, don't you?
If that's your attitude, obviously there's nothing more to be said. Come, Caldicott.
- "A thing like cricket." - Hmm.
Wrong tactics.
We should have told him we were looking for a lost cricket ball.
But he spoke to her. There must be some explanation.
There is.
Please forgive me.
I'm quite possibly wrong... but I have known cases where a sudden shock or blow... has induced the most vivid impressions.
I understand.
You don't believe me.
Oh, it's not a question of belief.
Even a simple concussion may have curious effects upon an imaginative person.
Yes, but I can remember every little detail.
Her name
- Miss Froy. Everything.
So interesting.
You know, if one had time, one could trace the cause of the hallucination.
- Hallucination.
- Oh, precisely.
There is no Miss Froy. There never was a Miss Froy.
Merely a vivid subjective image.
- But I met her last night at the hotel.
- You thought you did.
- Yes, but what about the name?
- Oh, some past association.
An advertisement or a character in a novel, subconsciously remembered.
There is no reason to be frightened... if you are quiet and relaxed.
Thank you very much.
Dravka.
If you will excuse me, this is where my patient comes aboard. Excuse me.
Most interesting.
We're stopping.
- This is the first stop, isn't it? - Mm-hmm.
Then Miss Froy must still be on the train.
Look. You look out of this window and see if she gets off this side. I'll take the other.
- Most interesting. - Oh.
What was she dressed in?
Scotch tweeds, wasn't it?
Oatmeal tweeds.
Oh, I knew it had something to do with porridge.
How long does it take to get a divorce?
- Eric. - Hmm?
Oh, I beg your pardon.
I wasn't listening.
- I said, "How long does it take to get a divorce?"
- Oh, that depends.
Why?
I was only wondering whether we could take our honeymoon next spring.
I mean the official one.
The difficulties are considerable.
For one thing, the courts are very crowded just now.
Although I suppose we barristers ought not to complain about that.
As a matter of fact, with the - with conditions as they are now, my chances of becoming a judge are very rosy.
That is, if, uh, nothing untoward occurs.
Such as you being mixed up in a divorce case yourself.
Uh, yes.
In that first careless rapture of yours you said you didn't care what happened.
My dear, you must think of it from my point of view.
The law, like Caesar's wife, must be above suspicion.
Even when the law spends six weeks with Caesar's wife?
- Look here. - Now I know why you've been running around like a scared rabbit.
Why you lied so deliberately a few minutes ago.
- I lied? - Yes.
To those people in the corridor.
I heard every word you said.
It was merely that I didn't wish to be mixed up in any inquiry.
Inquiry.
Just because a little woman can't be found -
That girl was making a fuss.
If the woman had disappeared... and I'd admitted having seen her, we might become vital witnesses.
My name might even appear in the papers, coupled with yours.
Why, a scandal like that might lead anywhere.
Anywhere.
Yes. I suppose it might.
- Nobody?
- Nobody.
Well, the only thing that came out my side was two bits of orange peel and a paper bag.
I know there's a Miss Froy.
She's as real as you are.
That's what you say, and you believe it, but there doesn't appear to be anybody else who's seen her.
I saw her, I think.
- You did?
- A little woman in tweeds.
- Yes?
- Wearing a three-quarter coat?
- With a scarf?
- That's right.
I saw her with you when you passed the compartment.
I knew I was right.
But your husband said he hadn't seen her.
Oh, he didn't notice. But as soon as he mentioned it, I remembered at once.
You win.
You know, this calls for action.
Are you prepared to make a statement?
- Of course. If it helps. - Ah.
Pardon.
My patient has just arrived.
The most fascinating complication.
We've some news for you.
This lady actually saw Miss Froy. - So -
- We're going to have the train searched.
- You'll have to think of a fresh theory now, Doctor.
- It is not necessary.
My theory was a perfectly good one.
The facts were misleading.
I hope you will find your friend. Excuse me.
- I'll be in here if you want me.
- Right you are.
Come along.
Eric.
I was only going to mention that I told that girl I'd seen her friend.
What's that?
Have you taken leave of your senses?
- On the contrary, I've come to them.
- What do you mean?
If there's a scandal, there'd be a divorce.
You couldn't let me down, could you?
You'd have to do the decent thing as reluctantly as only you know how.
You forget one very important thing, Margaret.
Your husband would divorce you. I've no doubt.
But whatever happens, my wife will never divorce me.
It may seem crazy to you, but I tell you. You're going to search the train. Ah!
Signorina.
Down there they look for you.
- Your friend.
She come back. - Come back?
- Sì. Sì. - But what happened?
Oh. You go see. She tell you.
Thanks. All right, Athelstan.
Relax. The crisis is over.
Come on.
Let's join the lady.
- Here we are.
- Miss Froy.
That isn't Miss Froy.
- Isn't it?
- No.
I say, it's a silly thing to say, but are you Miss Froy?
No.
I am Madame Kummer.
She says she helped you into the carriage after you got the biff on the head, then went to see friends.
The baroness says that as you spoke about an English lady, she didn't connect her with Madame Kummer.
But she wasn't the lady I saw. It was Miss Froy.
Oatmeal tweeds, blouse, blue silk handkerchief. Yes.
Yes, I know. Everything's the same, but it isn't her.
I beg your pardon. When did you say you first met this Miss Froy?
- Last night at the hotel. - Oh.
And was she wearing a costume like this?
- Yes. I think so.
- Then I must apologize.
- You did meet her after all. - Then -
But not on this train.
In your subconscious mind... you substituted for the face of Madame Kummer that of Miss Froy.
But I didn't. I couldn't have, I tell you.
I talked to her here.
That's very easily settled. There's an Englishwoman who said she saw her.
If this lady wouldn't mind - Madame -
Bon.
Après vous, mesdames.
What a gift for languages a fellow's got.
I'm so sorry. Would you tell us, please, is this the woman you saw?
It isn't a bit like her, is it?
Yes, she's the woman.
- But it isn't, I tell you. It isn't. - Are you sure?
- Perfectly.
- She isn't.
She isn't.
Well, come on, then. I'm so sorry to have troubled you.
Well, aren't you going to say anything?
You might at least gloat, if nothing else.
What am I expected to say?
You only did it to save your own skin.
She was lying. I saw it in her face.
They're all lying, but why? Why?
Now, why don't you sit down and take it easy?
Do you believe this nonsense about substituting Miss Froy's face for Madame Kummer's?
Well, I think any change would be an improvement.
Listen, Miss Froy was on this train. I know she was, and nothing will convince me otherwise.
Must you follow me round like a pet dog? Oh.
Well, let's say a watchdog. I've got all the better instincts.
Good-bye.
The doctor was right. You're all right.
I never saw Miss Froy on the train.
- It didn't happen. I know now.
- I'm glad you're gonna take it like that.
What you want to do is to forget all about it.
Just make your mind a complete blank.
You know?
Watch me.
You can't go wrong.
Well, what about a spot of something to eat, huh?
- Anything.
- Well. Do you think you can eat anything?
- I could try.
That's the spirit.
You'Il feel a different girl tomorrow.
I hope so.
I don't want to meet my fiancé a nervous wreck.
- Your... what?
- I'm being married on Thursday.
Quite sure you're not imagining that?
- Positive. - Oh, I was afraid so.
- Ah, food. - I couldn't face it.
- Well, you know best. You mind if I talk with my mouth full?
- If you must.
Well, now. Would you like to hear about my early life?
- I don't think so.
- Well, since you pressed me, I'Il begin with my father.
You know, it's remarkable how many great men began with their father -
- Oh, something to drink?
- No, I -
Oh, yes, I will. A cup of tea, please.
You know, my father was a very colorful character.
Amongst other things, he was strongly addicted to
- You'Il never guess.
- Harriman's Herbal Tea. - No, wrong.
Double scotch.
- A million Mexicans drink it.
- Maybe they do, but Father didn't.
- Miss Froy gave the waiter a packet of it.
- Packet of what?
Harriman's Herbal Tea. She said it was the only sort she liked.
I thought we'd agree that you were going to make your mind a complete blank.
But it's so real. I'm sure it happened.
- Did we, or did we not?
- We did.
Sorry.
Go on telling me about your father.
Well, my father was a very remarkable man.
- Did he play the clarionet?
- Incessantly.
In fact, he never put it down, unless, uh - unless it became absolutely necessary.
Well, naturally I couldn't help inheriting his love of music.
- Why not?
- It was all he left me.
You know, you're remarkably attractive.
Has anyone ever told you?
We were discussing you.
- Yes, of course.
Um, do you like me?
- Not much.
Well, after I'd, uh, paid my father's debts...
I started to travel, until they tried to cash the checks.
At the moment, you know, I'm writing a book on folk dancing.
Would you like to buy a copy?
I'd love to.
When does it see the light of day?
Hmm, about four years.
- That's a very long time.
- Very long book.
Do you know why you fascinate me?
I'Il tell you. You've got two great qualities I used to admire in Father.
You haven't any manners at all, and... you're always seeing things.
- Now what's the matter?
- Look.
- It's gone! - What's gone?
Miss Froy's name on the window.
You saw it. You must have seen it!
She's on the train!
Now steady, steady.
- Excuse me. Thank you.
It's okay. - No, no! We've got to find her.
- Now - - Stop the train!
Listen, everybody. There's a woman on this train - Miss Froy.
Some of you must have seen her.
They're hiding her somewhere.
I appeal to you, all of you, to stop the train.
- Now, listen - - Please help me. Please make them stop the train.
- Come on.
- Do you hear?
Why don't you do something before it's too late?
- Please. Please.
- I know you think I'm crazy, but I'm not! I'm not!
- For heaven's sake, stop this train! - Now, come -
Leave me alone!
Leave me alone!
Huh. Ten minutes late, thanks to that fool of a girl.
She gets up to any more of her tricks, we shall be too late for the last day of the match.
I suppose you couldn't put it to her in some way.
- What?
- Well, people... just don't vanish and so forth.
- She has. - What?
Vanished.
- Who?
- The old dame.
- Yes. - Well?
- Well, how could she?
- What?
- Vanish. - I don't know.
That just explains my point.
People don't just disappear into thin air.
It's done in India.
- What?
- The rope trick.
Oh, that?
It never comes out in a photograph.
Look, now. In half an hour we'll stop at Morsken, just before the border.
I will leave there, with my patient, for the national hospital.
If you will come with me, you could stay overnight in a private ward.
- You need peace and rest. - Sorry.
Nothing doing.
Isn't there anything we can do?
Yes, find Miss Froy.
I tell you, my friend. If she does not rest, I will not answer for her.
It will be best if you persuade her.
She likes you.
Oh, I'm just about as popular as a dose of strychnine.
If you coat it with sugar, she may swallow it.
Cosmopolitan train, this.
People of all nations.
I've just seen at least a million Mexicans in the corridor.
Well, I thought I'd look in to tell you to think over what Dr. Hartz said.
Feel like changing your mind, I'll be hanging around.
- What's all the mystery?
- You're right.
Miss Froy is on this train.
I've just seen the packet of tea that you were talking about. They chucked it out with the rubbish.
- Trifle late, aren't you?
She may be dead by now.
- Well, dead or -
Of course, for sheer variety, give me an English summer.
I remember once spending a bank holiday at Brighton -
We're going to search this train.
There's something definitely queer in here. - Looks like supply service for trunk murderers. - Don't!
Look at that.
- All right, Miss Froy. It's only us.
- Hurry up.
Quickly.
Well, perhaps it's Miss Froy bewitched. You never know.
Well, anyway, I refuse to be discouraged. Faint heart never found old lady. By the way, do you know anything about her?
Only that she was a governess going back home.
Mm-hmm. - What is this thing? - Can't imagine.
Anyway, there might be something down here.
- What on earth?
- Our Italian friend, that -
I've got it.
Wait a minute.
There you are.
The Great Doppo.
- His visiting card. Look.
- What's it say?
"The Great Doppo - magician, illusionist, mind reader -
"will visit all the principal towns and cities.
See his, uh, fascinating act, The Vanishing L - Lady."
- Vanishing Lady?
- Perhaps that's the explanation.
- What?
- Maybe he's practicing on Miss Froy.
Well, perhaps it's a publicity stunt.
No, I don't think so.
That wouldn't account for the baroness or Madame Kummer.
- Well, what's your theory?
- Oh, I don't know.
My theory?
I'll tell you.
Oh, dear.
I can't get one -
That one - Where are you?
I'm in here, with a strong smell of camphor ball.
- I can't see you. - I'm about somewhere.
Here I am.
Where are you?
- I don't know. - Ah, this is what comes of not saying "Abracadabra."
- Ooh! Oh! - Are you hurt?
- Ouch. - Come on. Out with it, Oscar.
- Not much. - Come sit down over here.
- What is that thing?
- Well, in magic circles we call it the disappearing cabinet.
- You get inside and vanish. - Mmm. So I noticed.
- You were about to tell me of your theory.
- Oh, my theory.
Well -
My theory, my dear Watson, is that we are in very deep waters indeed.
- Ahem. - Oh. Thank you very much.
Let us marshal our facts over a pipeful of Baker Street shag.
In the first place, a little old lady disappears.
Everyone that saw her promptly insists that she was never there at all.
- Right?
- Right.
We know that she was. Therefore they did see her.
Therefore they are deliberately lying.
- Why?
- I don't know.
I'm only Watson.
Well, don't bury yourself in the part. I'll tell you why.
Because they daren't face an inquiry.
Because Miss Froy is probably still somewhere on this train.
- I told you that hours ago.
- Oh, yes. So you did.
- For that, my dear Watson, you shall have a trichinopoly cigar. - Oh, thank you.
Now there's only one thing left to do, you know - search the train in disguise.
- As what? - Well -
- Old English gentleman.
- They'd see through you.
Perhaps you're right. Aha!
Will Hay, for instance.
Now... boys, boys.
Which of you has stolen Miss Froy?
Own up. Own up.
- Those glasses, give them to me.
- Why?
- They're Miss Froy's.
- You sure?
Yes, they're exactly the same.
Gold rim with -
- Where did you find these?
- Well, down here on the floor.
The glass is broken.
- Well, probably in the struggle. Quick. - Pick up the glass.
You realize this is our first piece of really tangible proof?
That's the last.
Will you please give me those spectacles? They belong to me.
- My spectacles, please!
- Yours?
Are you sure?
Ah, naughty, naughty.
You know, that's a very large nose for a very small pair of spectacles.
That's the game, is it?
Let's see about that!
Those are Miss Froy's glasses, and you know it. She's been in here, and you know that too.
Don't stand hopping about like a referee. Cooperate.
Kick him. See if he's got a false bottom.
Wait a minute. I'Il get him up.
Ow! That doesn't help!
Quick! Pull his ears back!
Give 'em a twist. Yeah.
That's it.
Look out. He's got a knife!
Quick. Get a hold of it before he cuts a slice off me.
I can't reach it. Will you - Well done.
We know how that thing works. Come out of there.
Is he out, do you think?
Anyway, we've gotta hide him somewhere.
What's in here?
Hurry up quick, before he comes to.
It's empty.
Bring him along.
Come on.
Oh, no, you don't.
- Oh. - What's the matter?
Garlic.
I'll be all right in a minute.
- Here. Hold on to this. - Oh, yes.
Let's tie him up. Oh, well.
We're getting somewhere at last.
We definitely know that Miss Froy was on this train... and we know our friend here had something to do with it.
That ought to keep him quiet until we find her.
Ah. Hard work, but worth it.
- Uh, let's have the evidence.
- Evidence?
- Yes, the glasses. - You've got them.
No, I haven't got them.
- Oh. - He's got them.
- He isn't there! - Well -
Snookered. It's a false bottom.
That twister. He's a contortionist.
- He's gone, all right.
- Yes, to find the others and make more trouble. We're in a nasty jam, my dear.
- We can't fight the whole train.
We need allies.
- Yes, but who can we trust?
- That's the snag. - There's that Dr. Hartz person.
Yes, you're right.
He might help. Come along.
Let's tell him the symptoms.
All right. Oh, wait a minute.
This is the one.
Oh. He's not there.
Listen.
I've just had a particularly idiotic idea.
- Mmm. I quite believe that. - But suppose that patient in there is Miss Froy.
Yes, but it didn't come on the train till after Miss Froy disappeared.
Oh, yes. Yes, that's why it's an idiotic idea.
- Come on. Let's find the doctor. - No, no, no.
Wait a minute.
- What is it?
- Did you notice anything wrong about that nun?
- No. - I don't think she's a nun at all.
They don't wear high heels.
Yes, you're right.
Listen.
Did you see Madame Kummer get on the train?
- No. - Well, supposing they decoyed Miss Froy into the luggage van and hid her there.
The first stop, the patient comes aboard - head injury, all wrapped up.
The patient is Madame Kummer.
Madame Kummer becomes Miss Froy and Miss Froy becomes... that.
Yes, but why should they go to all this trouble to kidnap a harmless little governess?
Perhaps it isn't a governess at all.
Perhaps it's some political thing, you know?
Well, let's investigate.
Parlez-vous français?
Sprechen Sie Deutsch?
Well, you'll just have to put up with it in English.
Can we take a look at your patient, please?
Thank you.
Keep an eye on the nun.
What are you doing here?
Why are you in here?
This is the most serious accident case.
You have no business to be here at all, neither of you.
Dr. Hartz, we want you to undo those bandages and let us take a look at your patient's face.
Are you out of your senses?
There is no face there.
Nothing but lumps of raw flesh.
Already the case has lost so much blood, nothing but a transfusion can save him.
What do you want me to do?
Murder my patient?
You're quite sure that this is your patient?
We believe it's Miss Froy.
Miss Froy?
You can't be serious.
Whatever put such ideas into your heads?
I understand she's deaf and dumb.
- But she may lip-read. - Oh, well, that's possible.
Well, in that case, perhaps you will join me in the dining car?
I'Il be with you in a moment.
I want to be certain my patient hasn't been disturbed.
How the devil do I know how they cottoned on?
Somebody must have tipped them off.
You never said the old girl was English.
What difference does that make?
In a few moments, I shall order three drinks in the dining car. Mine will be Chartreuse.
Now, one of the stewards is working for us. Now listen carefully.
There's that girl again.
Seems to have recovered. Lucky it blew over.
And now, perhaps, you'll tell me what's all about.
Now listen, Doctor. Have you ever actually seen your patient?
No, I merely received a message to pick the case up and operate at Morsken.
- How do you know that it's not Miss Froy?
- We believe there's been a substitution, Doctor.
- You really mean to say that you think that someone - - Um, um -
Oh.
Uh, I want a green Chartreuse.
- Won't you join me?
- Oh, thanks. I'd like a large brandy.
- And you?
- Oh, I don't want anything.
- Oh, come on. It'Il do you good. - No, really.
You're very tired. It will pick you up.
All right, then. Just a small one.
Uh, two brandies and a Chartreuse.
Tell me, do you know anything about the nun who's looking after your patient?
Nun? No.
Only that she is from a convent close to where the accident occurred.
Don't you think it's rather peculiar that she's wearing high-heeled shoes?
Oh, is she?
Well, that is rather - rather curious, isn't it?
It's a conspiracy.
That's all it can be.
all these people on the train say they haven't seen Miss Froy, but they have.
We know that, because just now in the luggage van -
- She's off again.
- Hope she doesn't create another scene.
Put the lid on our getting back in time, if she did.
And then this fellow from the carriage - Doppo's his name -
He came along and grabbed the glasses.
Yeah. We went for him and had a bit of a fight.
- Oh, a fight? - Mm-hmm.
- We knocked him out.
Here.
Oh, but how could he be involved in a conspiracy?
Look at him, the poor fellow. He's just a harmless traveler.
He's also a music hall artist making a tour of Bandrika.
- Well?
- Well, the baroness's husband is minister of propaganda.
One word from her and his tour would be canceled.
- Oh, I see.
- As for the stewards, if they don't do what they're told... they've got a nice cozy brick wall to lean up against.
Well, that's just what stumps us, but all we know is that she was here on this train... and now she's... gone.
Yes. Just British diplomacy, Doctor.
"Never climb a fence if you can sit on it." It's an old Foreign Office proverb.
What I cannot understand is, why should anyone want to dispose of the old lady?
Yes.
Well, if you're right, it means the whole train is against us.
Well, what are we going to do?
Well, in view of what you just told me, l-l-l shall risk examining the patient.
- Come on. - Wait a minute, however -
But one moment.
Uh, we mustn't act suspicious.
Behave as if nothing had happened.
Drink. That'Il steady your nerves.
To our health... and may our enemies, if they exist, be unconscious of our purpose.
Let's go. We must hurry now.
Come on. Drink up.
Wait in here.
There you are.
- Anything wrong?
- Nothing... except they noticed you were wearing high heels.
However, it makes no difference.
We shall reach Morsken in three minutes.
Quite an eventful journey.
- Well?
- Yes. The patient is Miss Froy.
She will be taken off the train at Morsken, in about three minutes.
She will be removed to the hospital there and operated on.
Unfortunately, the operation will not be successful.
Oh, I should perhaps have explained.
The operation will be performed... by me.
Hmm.
You see, I am in this, uh, conspiracy, as you term it.
You are a very alert young couple... but it's quite useless for you to think, as you are undoubtedly doing, of a way out of your dilemma.
The drinks you had just now, I regret to say, contained a quantity of Hydrocin.
For your benefit, Hydrocin is a very little-known drug... which has the effect, in a small quantity, of paralyzing the brain... and rendering the victim unconscious for a considerable period.
In a slightly larger quantity, of course, it induces madness.
However, you have my word the dose was a normal one.
In a very few moments now, you will join your young friend.
Need I say how sorry I am, having to take such a -
How shall I say - melodramatic course?
But your persistent meddling made it necessary.
- You all right?
You must have fainted.
- Did I?
Listen.
There's a woman next door going to be murdered... and we've got to get moving before this stuff takes effect.
Well, uh - I did read once that if you keep on the go, you can stay awake.
Right.
Come on. Let's get going.
It's locked.
We can't go that way. We'd be spotted.
- You can't do that!
- Don't worry. It's only next door.
You carry on keeping fit - uh, touch your toes, stand on your head.
Do anything, only whatever you do, don't fall asleep.
Go on.
You needn't be afraid. It is Miss Froy.
It's all right.
You haven't been drugged.
He told me to put something in your drink, but I didn't do it.
What the devil are you?
He said you were deaf and dumb.
Oh, never mind about that now.
If you want to save her, you've got to hurry.
Hartz will be back in a minute. What's gonna happen then?
If we can hold them off till we get past Morsken... the frontier's a few miles beyond the station.
Here. No, come on.
There's still time.
That's Morsken.
You finished?
Come on, Miss Froy.
- Oh! - Cut it out, kid. You're not drugged.
I'Il explain later.
- Abracadabra. - Miss Froy!
- Oh.
- Oh, I can't believe it!
- Thank you, my dear.
Thank you very much.
- Careful!
- Ready?
- Yes.
- You all right, Miss Froy?
- Yes, thank you.
It's rather like the rush hour on the underground.
Look. We're slowing down.
Look out.
I'm sorry you've had such an uncomfortable journey, Miss Froy.
Get back on the train.
I hope nothing goes wrong.
Aren't we stopping rather a long time?
The ambulance is going.
We'll be off in a jiffy.
Another couple of minutes, we'Il be over the border.
I know I've been well paid, and I've done plenty of dirty work for it... but this was murder and...
sh-she was an Englishwoman.
- You are Bandriekan?
- My husband was, but I'm English... and you were going to butcher her in cold blood.
Your little diversion made it necessary not only to remove the lady in question... but two others as well.
- You can't do that.
- Also, it would be unwise of us... to permit the existence of anyone who cannot be trusted.
- You wouldn't dare.
I know too much. - Precisely.
I think we're over the border now.
- You can come out, Miss Froy. - Oh.
Oh, bless me.
- What an unpleasant journey.
- Never mind.
- You shall have a corner seat for the rest of the way.
- Okay.
- Ah. - There you are.
Okay. Now that it's over, I think you ought to tell us what it's all about.
What was that scream?
- Surely it was only the train whistle.
- It wasn't. It was a woman.
Be careful.
They've rumbled. We're on a branchline and they've slipped the rear part of the train.
- Oh, dear.
Oh, dear. - Look here.
Who are you... and why are these people going to these lengths to get hold of you?
I haven't the faintest idea.
I - I'm a children's governess, you know.
I can only think they've made some terrible mistake.
Why are you holding out on us?
Tell us the truth!
You got us involved in this fantastic plot, you might at least trust us.
I really don't know.
I -
I wonder if there's anybody else left on the train.
Well, there's only the dining car in front, but there won't be anybody there now.
What do you make it?
Teatime.
Well, all the English will be there.
I'm going to take a look.
Come on. We'd better stick together.
There's the old girl turned up.
Told you it was a lot of fuss about nothing. Bolt must have jammed.
I've got something to say. Will you all please listen?
An attempt has been made to abduct this lady by force.
I've got reason to believe that the people who did it are going to try again.
- What's the fellow driveling about?
If you don't believe me, you can look out of the window. This train's been diverted onto a branchline.
- What are you talking about?
Abductions, diverted trains -
- We're telling you the truth!
I'm not in the least interested.
Y-You've annoyed us enough with your ridiculous story.
My dear chap, you must have got hold of the wrong end of the stick somewhere.
- Yes. Things like that just don't happen.
- We're not in England now.
- I don't see what difference that makes.
- We're stopping.
Do you see those cars?
They're here to take Miss Froy away.
Nonsense.
Look. There go a couple of people.
The cars have obviously come to pick them up.
In that case, why go to the trouble of uncoupling the train and diverting it?
- Uncoupling?
- There's nothing left of the train beyond the sleeping car.
- There must be. Our bags are in the first-class carriage.
- Not any longer.
- Would you like to come and look?
- If this is a practical joke, I warn you, I shan't think it very funny.
Good Lord!
Let's have some of that brandy.
- You don't suppose there's something in this, uh, fellow's story, Caldicott, do you?
- Seems a bit queer.
I mean, after all, people don't go about tying up nuns.
Someone's coming!
They can't possibly do anything to us.
We're British subjects.
I have come to offer the most sincere apologies.
An extremely serious incident has occurred.
An attempt has been made to interfere with passengers on this train.
Fortunately, it was brought to the notice of the authorities... and so if you will be good enough to accompany me to Morsken...
I will inform the British embassy at once.
Ladies and gentlemen, the cars are at your disposal.
We're very grateful. It's lucky some of you fellows understand English.
- Well, I was at Oxford. - Really?
So was I. What year?
Hold on. This woman seems to be trying to say something.
- I don't understand the language and it may be important.
Would you -
- Certainly.
That's fixed him.
That's all right. He's only stunned.
- What the blazes did you do that for?
- Well, I was at Cambridge.
What's that got to do with it?
You heard what he said, didn't you?
I heard what she said.
That was a trick to get us off the train.
I don't believe it. The man's explanation was quite satisfactory.
Thing like this might cause a war.
I'm going outside, tell them what's occurred.
- It's up to us to apologize and put the matter right. - What? Look -
- You were right. Do you mind, old man?
- Certainly.
- Look as if they mean business.
- I'm afraid so.
- They can't do anything.
It would mean an international situation.
- It's happened before.
- They're coming.
- Don't let them in! They'll murder us.
They daren't let us go now.
- I order you to surrender at once.
- Nothing doing.
Come any nearer, I'll fire.
I've warned you.
Better take cover.
They'Il start any minute now.
Nasty jam, this.
Don't like the look of it.
- Got plenty of ammunition?
- Whole pouch full.
- Good. - Duck down, you!
- I'm not gonna fight.
It's madness.
- It'll be safer to protest down here.
Hello. They're trying to work round to the other side.
You're behaving like a pack of fools!
What chance have we got against a lot of armed men?
You heard what the mother superior said.
We surrender now, we're in for it.
We'Il never get to the match now.
- Give it to me. - No.
Give it to me!
- What's going on here?
- He's got a gun and he won't use it.
What's the idea?
- Well, I told you. I won't be a party to this sort of thing. I don't believe in fighting!
- Pacifist, eh?
Won't work, old boy.
Early Christians tried it and got thrown to the lions.
Come on. Hand it over.
I'm not afraid to use it.
Probably more used to it. I once won a box of cigars.
He's talking rot. He's a damn good shot.
Hope the old hand hasn't lost its cunning.
You know, I'm half inclined to believe... that there's some rational explanation to all this.
Rotten. Only knocked his hat off.
Do you mind if I talk to you for a minute?
- What, now?
- Yes, I - Please forgive me, but it's very important.
Hang on to this for me, will you?
- All right.
I'll hold the fort. - I think it's safer along here. You come too.
Keep your head low.
I just wanted to tell you... that I must be getting along now.
But you can't!
You'll never get away.
You'll be shot down.
I must take that risk.
Listen carefully.
In case I'm unlucky and you get through...
I want you to take back a message to a Mr. Callendar at the Foreign Office in Whitehall.
- Then you are a spy.
- I always think that's such a grim word.
- Well, what is the message?
- It's a tune.
- Tune?
- It contains - in code, of course - the vital clause of a secret pact between two European countries.
- I want you to memorize it. - Well, go ahead.
The first part of it goes like this -
Oh, perhaps I'd better write it down. Have you got a piece of paper?
No, don't bother. I was brought up on music.
I can memorize anything.
Very well.
- Hello. The old girl's gone off her rocker.
- I don't wonder.
Why don't you face it?
Those swine out there will go on firing till they've killed the lot of us.
For goodness' sake. Shut up, Eric.
That's right.
Now we've got two chances instead of one.
- You bet. - You sure you'll remember it?
Oh, don't worry. I won't stop whistling it.
- I suppose this is my best way out. - Yes, just about.
But you may be hit, and even if you do get away, they'll stop you at the frontier.
- We can't let her go like this!
- This is a hell of a risk you're taking.
In this sort of job, one must take risks.
I'm very grateful to you both for all you've done.
I do hope and pray no harm will come to you... and that we shall all meet again...
- I hope so too. Good luck. - Good luck.
Will you help me?
Yes. Right.
- Now you take the weight on this. Yes. - Hold on.
- Hold your shirt. - Right you are.
Good-bye.
- Was she hit?
- I'm not sure.
Well, that's the end of my 12.
There's not much left here either.
Listen. We've only got one chance now.
We've got to get this train going, drive it back to the main line and then try and cross the frontier.
That's a bit of a tall order, isn't it?
Those driver fellows are not likely to do as you tell them.
We'll bluff them with this.
- Who's coming?
- You can count on me.
- Me too.
Well, we can't all go. You stay here and carry on.
If we have any luck, we'll stop the train when we reach the points.
- You jump out and switch them over. - Okay.
You idiots.
You're just inviting death.
I've had enough.
Just because I have the sense to try and avoid being murdered, I'm accused of being a pacifist.
All right.
I'd rather be called a rat than die like one.
Think for a moment, will you?
If we give ourselves up, they daren't murder us in cold blood.
- They're bound to give us a trial.
- Stop jibbering, Eric. Nobody's listening to you.
Very well. You go your way. I'Il go mine.
- Hey, where you off to?
- I know what I'm about.
- I'm doing the only sensible thing.
- Oh, let the fellow go if he wants to.
You don't understand.
I'm -
No, please.
Why aren't we going? Why aren't we going?
They said we were going. Why aren't we?
If only he can get us away now. He must!
There's only one left. I'll keep that for a sitter.
They're moving away from the cars.
They're coming towards us.
Pity we haven't a few more rounds.
It's funny. I told my husband, when I left him, that I wouldn't see him again.
Gilbert. Gilbert!
- By gad, we're off. - This gives us a chance.
Go on. Keep going.
I say. Do you know how to control this thing?
I watched the fellow start it.
Anyway, I know something about it.
- Once drove a miniature engine on the Dymchurch line. - Good. I'Il look out for the points.
The blighters are chasing us. Look.
We can't have far to go.
It's time for my little job changing the points.
Thank heavens we shall be in neutral territory.
That will not be necessary.
I'm sorry, but the points, as you call them, will not be changed over.
Will you please be seated.
- There they are, just ahead of us. Think you can stop it?
- Hope so.
Keep quite still until my friends arrive.
If anyone moves, I'm afraid I shall have to shoot.
There's just one thing you don't know, Captain.
There's only one bullet left in that gun, and if you shoot me, you'll give the others a chance.
You're in rather a difficult position, aren't you?
Sit down, please.
All right.
Where the devil's Charters?
Go ahead! She's done it.
Quick!
Oh!
It's all right. It's just my leg.
Or as they say in English, jolly good luck to them.
My word, I'm glad all that's over, aren't you?
Heaven knows what the government will say about all this.
- Nothing at all. They'll hush it up. - What?
I've got to remember a tune.
Remember?
Porter, sir?
Uh, no, thanks.
Well, we're home, Gilbert.
Can't you stop humming that awful tune?
You must know it backwards.
I'm not taking any risks.
- Charles be here to meet you?
- I expect so.
♪♪ Well, you'll be pretty busy between now and Thursday.
I could meet you for lunch or dinner, if you'd like it.
I'm sorry.
I didn't mean that.
I -
No, as a matter of fact, I've got to deliver this theme song for Miss Froy.
When I've done that, I'm gonna dash off to Yorkshire and finish my book.
I see.
- Ready?
- Yes.
Ample time to catch the 6:50 to Manchester after all.
Yes.
- Any sign of Charles yet?
- No. I can't see him.
Well, this is where we say good-bye.
Oh, what's the matter?
Charles?
Yes, you heartless, callous, selfish, swollen-headed beast.
Are you going anywhere?
Foreign Office.
- Where are we going for our honeymoon?
- I don't know.
Somewhere quiet.
Somewhere where there are no trains.
Mr. Callendar will see you now.
- Wait a minute.
It's gone.
- What's gone?
- The tune.
I've forgotten it.
- No. Oh, no!
Wait a minute. Let me concentrate.
No, no, no, no.
That's "The Wedding March."
This is awful!
I've done nothing else but sing it since the day before yesterday, and - and now I've forgotten it completely.
- Miss Froy.
When I returned to Baker Street from a short holiday in the spring of 1891.
I had seen little of Holmes for some time.
I saw in the papers that he had been engaged by the French government upon a matter of supreme importance but I could hardly foresee that it would have so violent a consequence.
It lies with me now to tell for the first time what took place between Mr. Sherlock Holmes and Professor Moriarity in that fateful year.
Ah, Mrs. Hudson has Mr. Holmes returned?
Oh, he has indeed.
He came in early.
Must have been before 7:00.
'Morning Mrs. Hudson' he says,
'Have you anything nice for my breakfast?
' as if he hadn't been away for four months.
You could have knocked me down with a feather.
And he's gone out again I take it? Yes, yes he had his breakfast and then he went out again just after his visitor left.
Visitor?
An elderly gentleman.
They had words.
I didn't like the look of him, not at all I didn't.
He had a face like, like the wrath of God or should I say the devil.
Indeed.
Should we open a bottle of the best claret to celebrate Mr. Holmes' return?
Why not?
Very good.
Thank you, Mrs. Hudson.
I learned later that Holmes had survived three attempts on his life that very day.
But as I waited for him to reappear.
Baker Street looked to me as safe and secure as ever.
Holmes you...
Wait, wait.
What is it?
Air guns, a rather special air gun in fact.
Watson would you have any objection to drawing the blinds casually as if you were alone in this room?
Watson I think you know me well enough to understand that I am by no means a nervous man.
But it is stupidity rather than courage to refuse to recognize danger when it is close upon you.
Damn.
Watson, might I have a match?
Holmes, you're hurt.
Scratches, nothing, nothing to signify.
You don't look well Holmes.
Well I have been using myself rather too freely.
I have been somewhat pressed but late.
How pressed?
Well as I am unable to leave this room until after dark and then most likely on the way that I came, we do have some time on our hands.
Also I owe you an explanation for my unceremonious departure the last time that we met.
I'll take some notes if I may?
Oh, by all means.
This case...
This case, it is unique in the annuals of crime.
You will recall that it was a cold morning early in the year when I last left Baker Street.
I had no idea where I was going or who my client was.
All I knew was that it was important and abroad.
My destination was the museum and the Louve was in Paris and my client none less than the French government.
Surely this Louve is near to the very heart of France.
It was here that the great Musele held court and here that Napoleon Bonaparte was married to the Archduchess Madam.
Marie Louise of Austria.
Indeed it is a history lesson in stone.
And now this gallery contains our finest paintings.
Gentlemen, shall we come to the point?
I presume the Mona Lisa has been stolen.
When I see two hooks and the place where the Mona Lisa used to hang and then this talk of...
and scandal.
Yes, now I begin to understand the delicacy of the matter.
The Louve is closed on Mondays for maintenance.
The fact that the Mona Lisa was not hanging in her usual place was no doubt due to the fact that she was in the photographic studio.
It was only later in the day that a workman found the frame in a little storeroom under the salon care.
We put the glass over the painting only a month ago.
We feared an acid attack, there was such a one in Florence recently.
How very fortunate.
Pardon?
Two good thumb prints.
Many artists come here to make copies of the paintings.
This one seems well done.
Yes, that artist is particularly clever and makes a good living from his copying.
I should like to meet him sometime.
To make a bad copy is very easy but a good one, it takes years of practice.
For instance De Vinci used Italian popular wood to paint on.
It is very difficult to find.
To match the original color, nearly impossible.
It is, uh, full mature, the smooth blended tones, very subtle and his brushwork is left-handed.
The crack work, this fine network of cracks, left, ah.
that is the most difficult to achieve of all.
And you can achieve it?
How?
That is my secret.
It seems to me that this is something near to a legitimate forgery.
No, no, no because the copies must never be the same size as the original.
And, and who would buy one of my copies as the original when the real Mona Lisa is in the Louve.
But if by chance the Mona Lisa is no longer in the Louve?
But of course you are joking Messier.
Happily the French police are well ahead of the British when it comes to fingerprints.
The great Bantion himself was kind enough to refer to my little pamphlet on the subject as his bible.
As I suspected, our man had been involved in petty crime in the past, a Spaniard named Mendosa.
There, there is your thief.
Not a pleasant specimen.
Mr. Holmes, France owes you a great debt.
We have not got the man and more important, the painting.
But he must be arrested immediately.
He may have already sold it.
No, no, gentlemen it is my belief that the painting is still in Mendosa's keeping.
He is only a pawn in a much bigger game.
This robbery has been carefully planned over months, even years by a master criminal.
But what professional criminal would want to own the Mona Lisa?
That is madness.
He can't sell it.
I believe the master criminal is not interested in the original, if he can pass off the forgeries as originals for the same price.
Gentlemen we must alarm Mendosa, get him on the move so he leads us to the center of the web.
But how?
First we must announce to the world that the painting has been stolen.
Oh, but that would create a great scandal both myself and the director of...
Minister, please if I may explain.
It would be announced that owing to the brilliant and tireless efforts of yourself and the director, that the criminal is about to be arrested.
Mr. Holmes, we must arrest him now.
No.
Now.
Holmes, I understand that the recovery of the original would make it impossible for the thieves to sell any copies however excellent those copies were, but did you have any clue to the identity of the mastermind behind the whole scheme?
I was satisfied that I had recognized one of.
Professor Moriarity's agents.
Moriarity?
Notice the subtle modeling of the features, beautiful hands, mood, that smile.
As Walter Payton described her, the head upon which all the ends of the world are common.
The eyelids are a little weary.
No one else has ever had the genius to paint this masterpiece except De Vinci.
But if you look at the paint work sir.
Leonard's signature at large, the brush work, the bloom, the technique.
Will you excuse me?
I would say without hesitation that the general opinion of the art world is that this is the greatest portrait ever painted.
I very much regret to have to tell you sir that this painting is no longer for sale.
I don't understand Professor.
I mean, the price maybe?
Well now look, I'll reconsider.
I'll give you a cool four million and how's that?
I'm sorry Mr. Walker, the painting is no longer for sale.
Hey, what you guys up to?
Take your hands off me you nick.
Thanks for nothing.
That wretched Holmes has recovered the original.
These are worthless.
Destroy them, burn them.
Do it yourself, and let no one else see you.
Yes, Professor Moriarity.
I must congratulate you, Holmes.
Such an honor and so well deserved.
There was no great problem.
The case practically solved itself.
I hear you had a visitor this morning.
Ow.
I had not been back in Baker Street more than half an hour when...
But you cannot go up there sir.
You have less frontal development than I should have expected.
It's a dangerous habit, a finger loaded firearms in the pocket of one's dressing gown.
You evidentially don't know me.
On the contrary I think it's fairly evident that I do.
I can spare you five minutes if you have anything to say.
All that I have to say has already crossed your mind.
And possibly my answer has already crossed yours.
You stand fast?
Absolutely.
You frustrated me in the affair of the French gold.
So it was you behind the Red Headed League.
A very ingenious and welcome tried idea.
High praise from you.
You crossed my path first on the 4th of January.
By the middle of February I was seriously inconvenienced by you and at the end of March.
I was absolutely hampered in my plans.
And now with this last business in France you have placed me in such a position by your continual persecution that I am in positive danger of losing my liberty.
The situation is becoming an impossible one.
Have you any suggestion to make?
You must drop it Mr. Holmes.
You really must you know.
And what if I refuse?
I'm quite sure that a man of your intelligence will see that there can be but one outcome to this affair.
It is necessary that you should withdraw.
You have worked things in such a fashion that we have only one resource left.
It has been an intellectual treat to me to see the way in which you grappled with this matter.
But I say unaffectedly that it would be a grief to me to be forced to take an extreme measure.
Oh, you smile sir but it really would I do assure you.
Danger is part of my trade.
This is not danger.
It is inevitable destruction.
You stand in the way not merely of an individual but of a mighty organization, the full extent of which even you with all your cleverness have been unable to realize.
You must stand clear Mr. Holmes or be trouble under foot.
You know I'm afraid that in the pleasure of this conversation I am neglecting business of importance which awaits me elsewhere.
Well, well, it seems a pity but I've done what I could.
This is a duel between you and me Mr. Holmes.
You hope to place me in the dark.
You hope to beat me.
If you are clever enough to bring destruction on me, rest assured I shall do as much for you.
You have paid me several compliments.
Mr. Moriarity.
Let me pay you one in return when I say that if.
I were assured of the former eventuality.
I would, in the interests of the public, cheerfully accept the later.
I can promise you the one but not the other.
He is the Napoleon of crime Watson.
For years I have endeavored to break through the veil which shrouded him and at last I have seized a thread and followed it to Moriarity himself.
And now I'm ready to close on him.
If he doesn't close upon you first.
On Monday next, matters will be right but the Professor and all the principal members of his gang will be in the hands of the police.
Then will come the greatest criminal trial of the century, the clearing up of over 40 mysteries and the room full of them.
I cannot do better than to get away for the few remaining days.
It would give me great pleasure Watson if you would come onto the continent with me.
The continent?
I'd be delighted Holmes, but where?
Anywhere.
It's all the same to me.
Yes, but won't we have to dispose of.
Professor Moriarity first?
It seems to me that we're under siege in this very room.
And that reminds me I must be on my way.
Won't you stay the night?
No, it's too dangerous for you if I stay here.
I will leave the way I came and find lodgings with my brother Mycroft.
We start tomorrow morning.
Tomorrow morning?
Oh, yes, it is most necessary.
Now here are your instructions and I beg of you to follow them to the letter.
We are now playing a double-handed game with me.
Watson against the most powerful syndicate of criminals in Europe.
You will dispatch whatever luggage you intend to take by a trusted messenger unaddressed at the Victoria Station tonight.
In the morning you will send Mrs. Hudson for a handsome cab, desiring her not to take the first or second which may present itself.
You will drive to the Strand end of La Famules, handing the address to the cabman but with a request that he will not throw it away.
Have your fare ready and the instant that your cab stops move speedily through the muse and time yourself to reach the other end at exactly a quarter past 9:00 where you will find a small broom waiting close to the curb driven by a fellow with a heavy black coat,
tipped at the collar with red.
Into this you will stay and you will reach Victoria in time for the continental express.
Excuse me sir, I wonder if you speak Italian.
No, I'm afraid not.
I'm looking for the gentleman who reserved this compartment.
Not a sign of him sir.
If you're traveling you better get aboard.
My dear Watson you haven't even condescended to say good morning to me.
Good heavens Holmes, how you startled me.
It is still necessary to take every precaution.
I did rather fine, Watson.
I see that this express runs in connection with the boat so I think we've shaken off Moriarity very effectively.
Well what will he do then?
What I should do.
Engage a special train.
But he'll arrive too late.
You'll observe from your Bradshaw that this train stops at Canterbury and again at the boat.
Moriarity will catch us there.
Good heavens anybody would think that we were the criminals.
Let's arrest him as soon as he arrives.
No, that would ruin everything.
If we should catch the big fish then the smaller would dart right and left out of the net.
No, no, and the rest is invisible.
Well what then?
We shall get ours at Canterbury.
But Holmes our luggage.
We must give Moriarity something to follow.
What will we do?
We shall go across country.
Here we are Holmes, Bradshaw shouldn't let you down.
From Ashford Junction we can take a 1:00 slow train to Hastings, then onto the dear old.
London Brighton and South Coast line.
Bax Hill on to Lewis non-stop, then onto New Haven, evening boat to Vienna.
I think we've got time for an early lunch.
So soon.
There are limits you see to even our friend's intelligence.
And now Watson, we shall treat ourselves for a couple of carpet bags, encourage the manufacturers, the countries through which we travel and make our way at leisure into Switzerland via Brussels, Luxemberg...
It fell out as Sherlock Holmes had predicted.
We stayed two nights in Brussels, then began to make our leisurely way southeast.
For a charming week we progressed towards the Alps.
What do you think?
A common enough occurrence in the mountains.
Ah, nothing like drinking the wine where it's grown.
Hmm.
All gang safely secured, only Moriarity escaped the net, signed Mycroft.
He's given them the slip.
I think it would be better if you were to return to England Watson.
Why?
You will find me a very dangerous companion now.
Moriarity will devote all his energies to taking his revenge upon me and if I have a companion...
Would you be rid of me?
No, except for the reasons I've given.
We've been in tight places before together.
Never as tight as this one.
I'm not leaving you Holmes, not unless you order me to go.
I've never been to Switzerland before but the beauty of the landscape reminded me irresistibly of the northwest frontier provinces of India.
But in spite of the lovely scenery all around us, it was clear to me that never for one instant did Sherlock Holmes forget the shadow that lay across him.
I could tell by his sharp scrutiny of every face that he was well convinced that go where we would we would not be clear of the danger that was dogging our footsteps.
What was that?
See anything?
No, nothing.
It's time we went on our way.
Hans, we're on our way.
At last we reached the heart of the burnice overland and came to the village of Mirengland where we put up at the Englisher Hall then kept by Peter Steiler the Elder.
Uh, Steiler?
The walk over to the hills to Rosenlawry is very beautiful.
You can stay the night there and come back the next day but you must not on any account miss the falls of Reichenbach which is only a small detour.
Uh, there it is.
It is indeed a fearful place.
The torrent, swollen by the melting glacier, plunges into a tremendous abyss in which the spray rose up like the smoke from a burning house.
Herr, Dr. Watson.
Herr, Dr. Watson.
Yes?
Herr Steiler told me to give you this.
It is very urgent.
It seems an English woman was taken to the hotel after we left on her way to friends in Lucerne.
She's had a great hemorrhage.
Tuberculoses.
Oh, no doubt.
It appears she's dying.
An English doctor would be a great consolation.
I'm afraid I must go back Holmes.
Of course.
Steiler suggests that this lad shows you the way to Rosenlawy and I'll join you there later.
A good plan.
Hey.
I trust she's no worse.
You didn't write this?
There is no sick English woman at the hotel?
No, but it has the hotel mark.
Of course, there was a tall old Englishman who came here after you had gone.
He said...
It was the sight of the Alpine stalk that turned me cold and sick.
He had not gone to Rosenlawy.
I stood for a minute or two to collect myself for I was dazed with the horror of the thing.
And then I began to think of Holmes' own methods and to try to practice them.
Holmes.
Holmes.
Holmes.
My Dear Watson, I write these few lines through the courtesy of Mr. Moriarity who awaits my convenience for the final discussion of those questions which lie between us.
I'm pleased to think that I shall be able to free society from any further affects of his presence.
Though I fear that it is at a cost which will give pain to my friends and especially my dear Watson, to you.
As you know, my career had in any case reached a crisis.
And no possible conclusion to it could be more congenial to me than this.
Indeed if I may make a full confession to you.
I was convinced that the letter was a hoax.
I made every disposition of my property before leaving England and handed it to my brother Mycroft.
Good bye and good luck and believe me to be my dear fellow, very sincerely yours, Sherlock Holmes.
In this situation I have little doubt that a personal contest between the two men ended as it could hardly fail to end.
Ahh.
It's with a heavy heart that I take up my pen to write these last words in which I shall ever record singular gifts by which my friend.
Mr. Sherlock Holmes was distinguished.
I shall ever regard him as the best and wisest man.
I have ever known.
Here she is. Just a moment, Miss West. We only want some pictures, please.
This way, please. Thank you.
Smile for the boys.
One more, please. This way, Miss West. Thank you.
Would you say something for our newsreel, Miss West? - Certainly. - Thank you, this way, please.
- Ok, Eddie. - All right, Miss West. - What shall I say?
- Anything. Tell them about the beautiful things you saw in Europe or what kind of men make the best husbands.
I think married men make the best husbands.
The most beautiful sight I've seen since I sailed from here last spring is... the Statue of Liberty.
And now that I'm home, I can't imagine why I ever went away. Say something about clothes, Miss West.
Very well, clothes will be worn, undoubtedly... skirts could be shorter and legs could be longer.
The pound is up, the dollar is high.
So if the franc is down, why are they still looking for a new star?
That was very nice of you. Thank you so much.
Miss West, would you please make a statement....
- Sonny!
- But Miss West...
I'm flattered to death. The great Mr. DeWitt comes down to greet poor little me.
I feel like a visiting diplomat.
All I know about my private life I read in your column.
Christopher West, if you cross me up on that story, I'll kill you.
Confidentially, dear, if I marry that prince, I'll kill myself.
Good, that'll make a very nice story. I want to talk clothes.
- I'm doing a story for Harper's Bazaar...
- As soon as I find my passport, please. I left it in my cabin.
Let's have coffee in the lounge, shall we?
Right-o!
Get up.
- Hey, get up!
- Hm? Oh...
Oh, good morning.
I must have dozed off. What are you doing here?
- I'm waiting for a lady. - How did you get into my bed?
I didn't get much sleep last night, I was tired, so I... lay down. Get out.
Woman kicks man out of bed. That's news.
You're Christopher West, aren't you?
If you don't get out of my cabin, I'll call the purser. The purser and I are like that. All right.
I'll have you handed over to the police. If you do, I'll print in my columns you're suspected of smuggling in a pearl necklace.
That's a lie! Yeah, but if I tip off the customs and they look for it,
I can print it, can't I? I'm not the slightest bit interested in what you print.
Now, please go. I'm in a hurry. So am I. I've only got 20 minutes to make the first edition.
Miss West, what about this South American multimillionaire on board who wants to marry you?
I don't know any South American multimillionaire who wants to marry me.
- You're a liar. - I beg your pardon!
- Don José Manuel Monterico. - Oh, is he on board?
No, they just put his name on the passenger list to tease me.
- What's your name? - Chick O'Bannon. Now, Mr. O'Bannon, I don't like your methods.
Confidentially, Miss West, I don't either, but that's the only way I can get what I want.
How about coming up on deck and giving me out a little cheesecake?
- Cheesecake?
- Art, pictures, you know, sitting on the rail and stuff.
Oh...
Mr. O'Bannon, if I whipped you up a nice fresh batch of cheesecake, would you forget to mention about Señor de Monterico?
Well, it's blackmail, lady, but it's worth it.
All right, then. On deck in 10 minutes. Adiós, señorita.
I hate to cross that West girl up like this.
Now sweetheart, if you make the early edition, I'll take you to lunch.
Come on, Les.
Why do you want the cheesecake, Mr. O'Bannon? Because the public eats it up, Miss West.
Thanks again.
- Oh, Mr. O'Bannon.
- Yes?
I hope you spell Señor Monterico's name right.
Not bad, not bad at all.
- Chick? Are you decent?
- Yeah, come on in.
- I brought your coffee.
No, no, I'm selling gardenias. - Selling gardenias?
- Well, at least I'm in. You never can tell. I might get a chance in a minute.
- Yeah, but Random told me...
- Chick, don't be like that.
Mr. Random was swell.
He said he had his singer... but how were my legs, I said, I don't know, I never looked, he said, well look, I looked, and they're marv...
Well, they're good.
- I'd never believe it. - Well, neither did I, but look.
I'll be darned, they're not bad, are they?
He gave me this costume... and said I got a new way to fix my hair, I've got a very interesting back.
You know how they're doing it now, you know, over the ears and everything...
I do it like this, see, I take it all up front... to clear up the back like that.
Only, I remember, I wear it front like that so I have real curls...
Well, anyway, I have a tray of gardenias and I'm supposed to walk around and annoy the customers into buying them.
Someday they got to put a bounty on gardenia girls in nightclubs.
If they shoot me, you can have the pelt.
- I go for blond pelts, Bells.
- I'm blond. - You are?
- Sure, look.
- You gotta be kidding.
- Didn't you ever notice it?
I guess you always looked past me instead of at me.
Then why did you ask me? - Want some cream?
- No, thanks. - Who's the girl?
- Christopher West, you know...
It's your column, isn't it?
Hm-hmm.
She's not bad, do you think?
Hmm... she's pretty, in a... in a brittle way.
In a brittle way. Has she, uh... you know.
She's got plenty.
Who wouldn't, with that bankroll?
- A lot of clothes, a lot of care...
- She'd have it in the dark without a dime.
Hey, you kind of fell for her, didn't you?
Well, she's been at the bat enough times.
But she doesn't get that hit.
Why is she so important?
She's a society girl, only there isn't any society anymore.
I was raised for vaudeville.
So what?
So, if you don't like our paper, why don't you cancel your subscription?
I know, but why print all that junk?
People like that, and Cafe Society, who cares?
- Thanks for the coffee. - Oops.
Yes.
Yes, I know.
But Miss Preston...
I've already made a man and a half for each girl.
Do you think a man and a half is enough?
I say a man and a half won't be enough, better make it two to one.
That's right.
Oh, keep it small, darling.
About a hundred.
Just my intimate friends.
Uh-huh... what?
Oh, it's to come as you were when you were in invited to the party.
All right, darling. Good-bye.
- Good morning. - Hi, grandfather.
You wanted me, Chris?
Yes, I wanted your opinion about the dress I'm to wear to the party.
You don't care a hoot about my opinion.
But I'll gladly be an audience.
Well, very nice. Though backdated, isn't it?
- What? - Old-fashioned.
Oh, this isn't the dress, silly. I'll put it on for you.
Yes...
- A cigarette?
- Oh, thank you.
I suppose you're making these pictures for the fashion magazine, huh?
- No, for Miss West.
- Oh, indeed?
Yes, of course I can take them to the magazine editors. I beg your pardon?
Oh, a press agent?
Oh, yes.
How do you like this one, Grandfather? You do the last one, Miss Grey.
I'm getting in on this one.
Maybe you can get it in while I ain't gone. Still now.
Hold it.
Thank you.
- Are you giving another party? - Saturday.
And don't make up your mind about this dress... because I've got another one in there I want you to see.
Send me the proof, Miss Grey.
Oh, and May, help Miss Grey get her things into a taxi.
I really shouldn't wear a dress to this party.
Not wear a dress? Why not?
Everyone's supposed to know what they had on, or off... when they were invited.
Ouch!
But if I show up in one of my new French frocks, some of my dear, dear girlfriends who come with a permanent wave or the spirit of the egg beater, will think I'm a pretty poor sport.
Only they don't call it pretty, do you understand?
I do not.
- They all want to see me give up.
- Give up?
You see, it's sort of a going-back-in party.
I had a coming-out party, and I've been around a long time... now I'm going back in.
After you go back in, then what?
I'll think of something else, I suppose.
Looks more like a coming-out party.
Give me the shoes that go with this, the platform ones, please.
I've never run out of ideas yet.
Chris, darling, you never had an idea in your life.
- You've been out 7 years, Christopher.
For 7 years you have been officially old enough to do something and you haven't done anything.
Well, I've been almost married five times and I've...
You've what?
Aren't these new shoes wonderful?
They're inches higher, look.
You're not going to get me to change the subject.
You've done nothing all your life, Chris, but give a series of parties, each sillier than the rest.
I'm not the only girl who gives silly parties.
You're the only girl in this family who ever spent her life that way.
- Well, it's my life, darling.
No.
You were born, unfortunately perhaps, into great wealth and position.
You were born to take your place as a leader of society.
Society has gone out of fashion, haven't you heard?
I wonder if you know what the word society means.
It doesn't simply mean money or some supposed difference in class
Webster says it's a party of persons associated with mutual, or joint usefulness.
Usefulness, responsibility to others, for others.
That never goes out of fashion.
If it does, heaven help us.
Giving parties is useful in its way, isn't it?
It circulates money, gives employment, gives people laughs.
Let's have our picture taken.
Hello, Bobo! - Where were you?
- Under the shower!
- And where were you? - I was fixing a drink.
Oh, happy party, Chris.
May I be the first to congratulate you?
- Oh, Max, you look too ridiculous.
- This is the way I was when I was in invited. Good evening, Mrs. DeWitt.
- Hello, there. - Hello, Sonny. - Hello, press agent.
I'm loving it. I'm bored stiff. I'm sorry.
I'll send you Magnum champagne.
Gardenias?
Gardenias?
- Hello, Bells.
- Sit down, I just work here.
I thought you didn't like nightclubs, Chick.
Miss Brown, I am Professor O'Bannon, the great anthropologist.
Oh, Professor, I didn't recognize you without your butterfly necktie.
I am gathering data on the antics of the anthropoid ape for the Museum of Natural History.
Your first visit to the jungle, Trader Horn?
And my last, Tiger Eyes.
Permit me, sahib.
Have you seen the great white queen of the savages?
Oh, it is taboo for white men to gaze upon such loveliness.
She's a witch.
And before the moon wanes, she'll conjure a love potion.
I'll have mine straight, no ice.
- I'll see you later and take you home, eh?
- That's mighty white of you, sahib. - See you later.
- Yeah.
What is the matter with you?
You're acting like a spoiled child.
Mama, do you remember those crystal studs - ...
Marvin wore to dinner the other night? - No.
Well, Chris West promised to bring me some just like them from Paris.
Oh, why do I have to have such a stinker for a son?
Mama, why did you have to bring that thing with you? It isn't a thing.
It's a Rockwell. And it makes more sense than anyone here, certainly.
Mama, I try so hard to keep you romantic.
Oh, but I don't want to be kept romantic.
Do you know what I want? To sit in front of a fire in a nice warm bathrobe.
And my hair in a pigtail.
- Please.
- And someday I shall. I refuse to be dragged around nightclubs every night.
And I'll sleep just once without tin straps in my spine.
- I'm an old woman, Sonny. - Mama, shhh!
How would it make me look if it got out that you were...
- Well, as old as you say. - It would make you look your age.
You do, anyway. - Good evening, Mrs. DeWitt, how are you?
- Fine, Chris. - Hello, Sonny.
I can hardly wait to get it on the floor so as I can walk on it.
Won't you sit down, Chris?
I think I will.
Quiet.
Quiet!
Quiet!
All right, kids, here we go with it.
The Park Avenue Gimp!
Come on, Sonny, don't be lazy.
A little gimp can do you good.
- Still sore?
- I can't very well be sore at anybody and feel sorry for them at the same time.
You're not sorry for me.
A little, when a girl admits she's through.
You know, I think this party's an awful mistake.
I had to do something to get my name into your column.
It's been conspicuous my absence since the famous case of the crystal studs.
The studs had nothing to do with it, darling. Not much.
No, you're just not news anymore, Chris.
Maybe I should go out and try to kill myself.
Frankly, you're already dead.
As far as the press is concerned.
Anyway, you might as well be dead if they stop printing you. Don't be silly.
Oh, thanks, Joe.
He's my own photographer.
I bet I can get into your column this week, legitimately.
Not even with diamond studs now, darling.
Want to bet me?
Oh, I'd hate to take your money, Chris. So you'd better just forget the whole thing and give up.
Your petticoat's showing.
A gentleman wouldn't have noticed.
- You're getting on, you know, Chris. - I could be your best maid.
Ordinarily when a girl 's through she can get married... but I don't think you can even do that now everyone knows you so well.
- Poop up or shut up! - Of course I'll bet you, Chris. A thousand dollars.
I'll give it to the Milk Fund. If you ever have any money to the Milk Fund it would churn out of sheer astonishment.
- A thousand dollars. It's a bet now.
- It's a bet now.
And thank you in advance for your remittance.
- Grand party, Chris. Even with a headache. - Are you?
- Nice memory for names. Never thanked you. It was so nice of you to print my face.
Aren't you a little off your course, sailor? - I thought you only covered boats.
- The city editor had a bright idea.
Tonight you're a boat.
You're supposed to answer questions from a boat's point of view.
- Oh, a new game. - Hm-hmm. Let's suppose you're an old hull about to go to pieces.
All right, let's suppose.
Want to go with me? How many of those have you had?
Too bad you're not a boat.
Would it make any difference in our long, if not beautiful, friendship, Mr. Cheesecake?
It might. You'd make a lovely boat.
Nice racy hulls, slick paint job...
Lovely boat. It's too bad.
I'm probably the fastest boat in these here waters. Hm-hmm.
But I like them seaworthy.
You'd be all right in fair weather, but you'd sink in a blow.
I've stood up against a couple of your interviews.
Pardon me, Miss West.
Mr. DeWitt sent this.
Thanks. Open it, would you, please.
Excuse me.
None for me. I need some.
I have work to do.
Something that requires a clear eye, a steady head? And no conscience.
You don't like me, do you?
Oh, it's a bit of purely feminine merengue in an elegant dish.
You mean all right in a moonlight ride up the Hudson or a little conversation in the back seat?
You'd be all right in the front seat.
You know... it's strange about you.
It certainly is. What?
This is the second time I've seen you and... and I feel I've known you all my life.
- Cigarettes?
- No, thanks.
And I have a feeling, when you look at me like that... You're looking right through me and know everything there is to know.
Lovely party, Chris.
You were such a fool. Thanks, Fanny.
Something no one else in the world knows.
- I know one thing.
- What?
You're...
- No, I'm not gonna tell you.
- Oh, please.
Look, um... you're not under the impression that I'm Sonny DeWitt or Lucius Bebe, are you?
Because I'm just a poor little ship news reporter, I...
I only came for the free beer and no matter how much you want to impress me...
I can only give you so much space. - I know something about you.
- I didn't think it showed. You're deep.
Yeah, I'm like an iceberg, 7/8 of me below the surface.
Only much colder.
- Not so cold. - Cynical?
- Sensible.
- Oh, dear. Listen, don't you have to make a speech or something?
Why?
Well, the queen can't sit in the kitchen and talk to the scullion while the ball goes on.
The funny thing is the queen never knows who the queen really is.
Don't they furnish a throne with the job?
Yes, but they don't dare sit on it. They have it wired.
- Shall we dance?
- Uh-huh.
What are you thinking? - Waterbugs. - Hm?
They go skidding across the water. Like that they never go below the surface and there's never a streak left on the water to show where they've been.
- I suppose that includes me.
Will I what?
Follow.
You mean...
Hm-hmm.
You mean walk out on your own party?
Certainly, for you.
They'll never miss me. Come on.
It's been so agonizing having you with us, Mr. Cheesecake.
Meet you outside. We'd better not be seen leaving together.
All right.
Don't you think you ought to have a coat or something?
- I've got the top down on my car.
- I've got my town car outside.
I said my car's got the top down.
I'll meet you out front.
- I want a coat, please.
- Which coat would you like? Well um... Mr. DeWitt's.
Mr. DeWitt's coat.
- Just throw it over my shoulders.
- All right. - Would you... - Oh, I might as well have the hat too.
Thank you.
Well, look at that.
We can't go any further.
No sir, we certainly can't.
Might as well relax, huh?
Might as well.
- Cigarette?
- Thanks.
- Want a drink?
Got one in there. - No, thanks.
- Warm?
- Too warm.
Here, let me help you.
- Nice night.
- Beautiful. Yes, I'm comfortable.
- How did you know I was gonna ask that?
- That came next. What do you mean?
Cigarette, drink, warm, let me help you, nice night, comfortable.
It never changes. - At least you know what I mean.
- Couldn't miss.
It might interest you to know that you all give the same answers too.
How can you help it? The questions are always the same.
Did um...
- Did I look cross-eyed then? - I um...
- I wouldn't know.
- I felt like I looked cross-eyed.
I still wouldn't know. - I'll look this time. - Please do, I hate to look cross...
Couldn't be the drinks. I only had two, didn't I?
Well...
Ever been on a rollercoaster? - Yeah. - Then you know.
I can't talk if you don't, and I want to talk. You want to talk?
I'm going to say something and I don't want you to say no until I'm through saying it.
Promise.
I promise.
Let's get married.
- What? - Married.
You're not married, are you? No, but...
Oh, no.
You like me as much as I like you and if you say you don't, you're a liar.
It isn't often two people...
- I mean, is it? - Well, no.
But that has nothing to do with it. You're Christopher West and...
I'm a girl, and a girl who's... well, upset about you... and that isn't all...
The things you say make sense.
Don't take it away from me now that I've found it, don't. - Well, look um...
- I think we can make a go of it, cheesecake. Really I do.
Oh, use your head, will you.
We haven't got a thing in common...
Haven't we? No.
...you have here made one to the other.
I hereby pronounce you to be hereafter Man and wife.
- Have you a telephone? - Mam?
- A telephone. - Yes, mam. Right in the next room.
Oh, thanks. I want to call New York.
- How much do I owe you? - Five dollars.
Mr. DeWitt, please.
Oh, hello, Sonny. Oh, never mind about that.
You'll wake up in a minute.
Now listen to me carefully, darling.
I'm married.
In Maryland.
Married in Maryland, isn't that wonderful?
He's practically a stranger.
Your friend Chick O'Bannon.
Now do I win that bet?
Stop yelling. I... Listen...
listen, I'll be home in an hour. Call me then.
Good-bye.
So you made a bet with DeWitt that you could marry me, eh?
Oh, but it didn't have to be you.
Anybody would do.
He bet me I couldn't make his column - He can't very well ignore me now, can he?
- No, marrying me ought to do it.
It isn't very serious.
We can get out of it easily.
It won't cost you anything.
- You do understand, don't you?
- Oh, sure, sure.
Why do you think I did it? Operator.
Give me New York, Beekman 39970. Yeah.
Step it up.
Cigarette? Give me the City Desk.
Yeah...
Hello, Mack? This is Chick.
You told me to get a story out of that West girl.
Well, I got it.
I married her. I said I married her.
Yeah.
Well, you know O'Bannon.
Now we're still exactly even.
- Is Christopher here?
- She's not awake. Well, she mighty well get awake.
What's the matter?
Has anything happened?
That's what I'm here to ask you.
Who is this man?
Ohhh...
Well, I did anyway...
In heaven's name, what were you thinking of?
Say... let a guy wake up before this third degree, will you?
Who is this man?
His name's in the paper, isn't it?
Who is he, what is he, where is he?
I haven't the faintest idea. Where did you meet him?
In the Tunisian Room.
- At your party?
- Yes, he was a... reporting it or something.
I met him before once. He was um...
- He's a ships news reporter.
- A ship news reporter, huh?
I suppose you realize with that type of person it might not be so simple to get out of it.
I don't think he'll make any trouble.
- Oh, I just don't think he will, that's all.
Feeling the way you do about me, you'll probably approve of him heartily.
He did what I'm sure you wanted to do many times.
- Yes, he smacked me. - He um...um...
Well, what did you say his name is?
- Wait here. - Yes, sir.
Pardon me.
Mr. O'Bannon live here? Yes, sir.
But he ain't in.
But you can wait.
It's the first door on the left. - Right in there. - All right, thank you.
Hey, Chick!
Oh.
He isn't here.
No, I was waiting for Mr. O'Bannon too.
Hm-hmm.
Well, I was just wondering if he was all right.
He seemed sort of upset this morning.
Hm, how's that?
Maybe it was on account of his getting married, you heard about his getting married.
Yes, it must have been quite a shock to him. Yes, it must...
Hello, Chris.
This man wants to see you about...
I'm Christopher West, Mr. O'Bannon. Christopher's grandfather.
Well, I'll be d seeing you.
There are some things I want to say to you.
Some things I want you to say to me.
I know all the things you want to say to me and they're all wrong.
So what you want me to say to you, right now I don't want to talk about it.
Sit down, won't you?
Mr. O'Bannon, I'm prepared to believe two good things about you.
A, that you didn't marry my granddaughter for her money.
B, that you weren't seeking notoriety to get your name in the papers.
You don't need to patronize me, Mr. West.
- But why did you marry her? - I don't know,
Yes, I do know, and it's none of your business.
And don't say it can't happen that way, because it can.
- Did I say it couldn't?
- Well. There's no use of our flying at each other, is there?
We both made a mistake and we should try to figure the best way out of it.
Please sit down. You make me nervous.
Now, my mistake was in bringing up Christopher without a proper sense of responsibility to others... to society.
Your mistake, if I may venture to call it that at this premature date, was in marrying her.
I am her grandfather and you did marry her... and neither one of us can simply duck out from under.
- Maybe you can't. - You can't either.
Why not? Well, not immediately.
- Naturally you want to get out of it.
- May I ask why?
- Why? Yes. Last night you evidently wanted to be married to her.
I'd rather not be reminded of last night.
And then Christopher evidently did something pretty shabby...
No, no, no, we just decided we made a mistake, that's all.
Then why did you smack her?
She told you that?
You see, if I had started smacking her earlier maybe it wouldn't have been necessary for you to do it.
- Listen um... would you like a drink?
- Yes, thank you.
I'd like one.
- Will you do it my way, Mr. O'Bannon?
- What way is that?
Don't do anything about getting out of it right away.
It would mean such nasty publicity.
I've never seen your granddaughter shy of publicity. I'm quite proud of the West name, Mr. O'Bannon.
It's a good name.
I'd hate to see it kicked around now when it can be avoided. - How?
- Being seen together.
Let people think that you are happy together and they'll cease to be interested.
Happy marriages are never news.
Go on.
Then, when they have forgotten that you ever got married, have it quietly annulled.
Will you do it?
I suppose I'd be pretty much of a so-and-so if I said no, wouldn't I? - Not that I like the idea.
- I utterly understand that.
Was it?
All right.
You'll find her hard to handle.
I could handle that one in two easy lessons.
This it? Fancy neighborhood.
You mean just listen at the door?
Yessir, I can do that. I do that anyways.
And every time you call me up and tell me something I can print - ...you got five dollars.
- Yessir, but... - What's your name?
- Mattie Harriet.
Oh, no! That's perfect.
Mattie Harriet, this is fate, definitely fate!
- It is?
- You know that a girl named Mata Hari was the greatest spy who ever lived?
- The greatest spy who ever lived!
Does she work for you too, Mr. DeWitt?
Well, no, they shot her before I could get around to hiring her.
Oh.
- Tell her I want to see her right away.
- Hello, Mr. West. Oh, Tiller, what are you doing here?
- Mr. O'Bannon, Mr. Tiller.
- Tiller's our attorney. - Christopher sent for me. What for?
I believe it had something to do with Mr. O'Bannon.
- She's taken a lot upon herself. - Sit down. Christopher has a way of doing that.
Mr. O'Bannon and I have come to a conclusion about this thing... - Hello...
Oh! - You have a fast horse, Mr. Tiller.
I think we can get this over with quickly, I'm sure...
Not so fast, Christopher, we don't intend to get it over with quickly.
- What was that? - Mr. O'Bannon feels that...
I don't care how Mr. O'Bannon feels. I feel... You don't know how to feel.
This can be settled without any remarks from you. Oh, It can, huh?
What am I supposed to do, lie down on the rug and purr while you decide what's to be done?
- If you feel more comfortable that way.
- Quiet, both of you!
You've done a stupid outrageous thing.
Mr. O'Bannon has been man enough to try to straighten it out intelligently.
And by heavens, you're going to do the same thing.
And for the present it does not involve attorneys.
It would be better, of course, if it could be handled quietly.
By 'it', Mr. Tiller means our beautiful marriage.
- There's only one way to handle this...
- That's just right, and it's my way.
- Let the thing ride along as it is...
- ...and then, when the interests die down... - What do you mean ride along?
Pretend it's working.
- Not on your life. - Why not?
- Because I don't want it that way.
Oh, so the rest of us can jump through a hoop and say, yes, mam. Well, not on your life. - I presume this is your bright idea.
- It was not my bright idea.
I don't like it any more than you do, but I... said I'd do it because I don't see why your grandfather should be kicked around just because we're a couple of...
It's the intelligent thing to do, Christopher.
If you can bring yourself to do something intelligent. Oh, shut up!
Now we're getting somewhere.
I'll shut up if you will.
The newspapers are all lined up to pounce, you know that, Christopher.
- ...have the marriage quietly annulled. - I would urge that strongly, Christopher.
- Well, I'll think about it.
- Good! Now, I would suggest that you two be seen together.
Have lunch, and have it in the most crowded place you can find.
All right. Lunch.
I can't give her much of my time either...
A couple of afternoons, maybe, on a day off.
That's big of you.
Well, I'd better go and change. I won't be long. I don't care how I look.
I don't care how you look either. That's no way to begin.
You're supposed to be friends.
If you're going to fool the public, you must at least pretend.
Might as well start now.
How about shaking hands?
- That's not necessary, is it?
- Not at all.
By gad, you'd thing you were both four years old! Shake hands!
- No need to yell.
- All right, if it'll make you happy.
What's so funny?
When you were little didn't they ever make you shake hands with some kids you hated?
- Yes.
- Well, this is really an event, Miss West. - I beg your pardon, Mrs. O'Bannon.
- That's right. - This is Mr. O'Bannon.
Mr. Random.
- Hello, Jack. We're old friends.
- Really.
- Yes, Jack tips me off... on the celebrities who are leaving and I let him know when they're coming back. Did you let him know when I was coming back, honey?
I said celebrities, dear.
Say, Jack, how is Bells doing?
We haven't had to plow under any gardenias since she went to work.
Well, remember she has a swell voice. Don't let her get lost in the shuffle, huh? No indeed.
First opportunity for her. Hey, remember me? I'm the girl you brought to lunch.
- I'm sorry. I got interested in... - Didn't you, though?
- Hey, can we sit further back? - Farther back?
- Yeah, further back, why not?
- It's silly to sit farther back.
Why, what are all those tables up there for?
Oh, those are for unimportant people. We're unimportant people. We'll sit further back.
But people are rated by where they sit in a place like this.
It makes it more convenient for photographers. Listen, if you think I'm gonna start living for photographers, we'll be having...
We'll um... we'll sit further back...
farther back.
We're supposed to be happily married, aren't we?
Did I say we weren't? You can't go battling around in front of waiters.
That was a friendly discussion. When I turn on a battle, you'll know it
Chick! - Oh, hello, Bells. Uh...
This is Mrs. O'Bannon.
This is Bells, the girl I was talking to Mr. Random about.
- How do you do? - I think I've seen you around.
- Would you like a gardenia? - I don't care for them.
These are all sold anyway. I believe I would like one, come to think of it.
Well, come to think of it...
I have a little thing here you could have.
We really made it up for a horse, but it looks awfully nice on you.
Oh, thank you so much, but um...
I don't know what's gotten into her.
And you weren't much help.
May we talk about something else besides the help?
Now listen, she's a friend of mine.
Besides, she's got more talent in her little finger than you've got in your...
Well, then you've got.
- And another thing... - Go right ahead, I've got double indemnity.
When you're with me you've got to get down off of that throne of yours.
Just because a lot of socializing little cretins and pathological exhibitionists bow down to you don't get the idea you're any princess to me.
- I presume you're speaking of my friends.
Friends. Cafe Society. If you died tomorrow you'd have to hire half your pallbearers.
That's an amusing thought, dearest.
Cold consommé.
Never knew one of them wasn't too big short of a load medley.
Corned beef hash.
That just shows you haven't been around.
Cafe Society is made up of the most intelligent, amusing, charming...
- Rich, idle...
- Creative and hardworking people in the country.
They do things that seem silly to your mighty mind but they're clever and restless, and refuse to be humdrum and dull.
Humdrum and dull.
You've been surrounded by phonies so long you can't tell them from real people.
While your wide experience with both has made you a great judge of character.
- At least can tell... - Shh. Smile.
Hello, Sonny!
Chris, what are you doing way back here in the monkey house?
I haven't slept all night.
Look at me.
After you called me I went right out and got falling down stew.
- No!
- Were you as surprised as I was?
- In a way, yeah...
- Where are you going to live?
Well, we haven't quite made up my minds yet.
- Have we, honey?
- Uh, no, dear, no... right now we're lying and waiting for each other in allies.
Listen, you, someday you may be forced to remember when I tried to be friendly.
Do you know what all of us kids are doing?
We're giving you a party. - Oh, how sweet, Sonny. - On your yacht.
Well, that's big of you. Isn't it?
Bobo thought of it.
She thought it would be so clever, on account of... this man being a man with boats, to give the party on your boat.
That was clever of you.
Wasn't it.
Just a few, you know.
Cozy. Chris, that's a divine hat.
That's the best looking hat I've seen in a week.
You know what I think?
I think most women's hats are designed by men who want men to hate women.
Look at them.
We're going to have the party Wednesday.
Save Wednesday.
I'm sure my husband, Mr. O'Bannon, is looking forward to it as much as I am.
I can hardly wait. I haven't been slumming in years.
He's very anxious to see Cafe Society in the raw, so to speak.
- Well, medium rare will do.
Be sure and invite illumining people.
I'd hate for him to be disappointed.
Now don't you go to too much trouble, you two. I'll only too happy.
It isn't every day we have an outlander to give a performance for them. Have a drink, Sonny.
Oh, goody!
Here, have one.
Best thing in the world for seasickness. You look seasick. No more, thanks.
It's probably none of my business, but don't you think you've had enough yourself? Me?
I generally drink twice as much as this. We all do.
Hey, let's play something.
I'm afraid Mr. O'Bannon is just at the edge of being bored.
We promised we'd amuse him, remember?
- Play The Game! - Oh, yes.
Wonderful! I know some that will make your hair stand on end.
I choose Sonny, Bertie, Camilla and José.
Come on.
- Three words.
- How many syllables? Are you going to do the first word now?
Wait a minute. Is it a book?
A play?
Mr. O'Bannon, you're not playing.
We're supposed to guess what they represent. Are we?
I got it. A pair of pants.
- Passion! - Yes!
That was the first word. And this is the third one, the third word.
The third word, certainly.
A sock?
A whack.
Pop... eye... Eye...
Pop... popcorn
Pop... the weasel..
Pop... pop...
I know, Popeye!
- Spinach!
- Yes! No, wait a minute.
Don't you all get it?
Passion is spinach.
That wasn't fair.
That isn't a quotation.
Then you can quote me, darling. That was wonderful, José.
I didn't have to act at all. Hey, where are those drinks?
- Let's do the one about the cat and the dog. - I don't like cats and dogs.
- If you don't mind my saying so... mind your own business.
Here, drink it!
I said no, thanks. - You said no, but you didn't say thanks.
I can't walk out on my own party. You have.
You're doing that now, you're doing that now. I got it.
It's in a Court. - A judge? - A bride and groom!
It's got something to do with marriage, a wedding? - No!
- Is there a playground in the house?
Angel?
Marriage, for heaven's sake.
Heaven, could it be heaven?
Yes, that's right.
Marriage isn't made in heaven.
- That was easy. - But you cheated.
- You pointed down, you pointed down. - You should have pointed up for heaven.
Can't I have my private opinion about marriage, Bobo? Come on now, Max, let's do the one we said.
Chris, I'd like to speak to you for a minute.
Do you? It was a very amusing performance, but now we're leaving.
- So, tired of slumming.
- Sick and tired.
Sorry to have to take you away from your charming friends but I brought you here and I'm going to take you home.
- Why?
- Because they're childish, they're soft...
- Well, if they're soft, I'm soft.
- That's right. - So you don't like me either.
- Not particularly.
- If I didn't know you were tired...
- I am not tired. I told you before I can drink twice this much.
Not today you can't.
Now come on! - Let go of me! - I said come on!
- And I say let go of me! - Get off of there, you're gonna fall in!
Man overboard!
What's the idea of pushing me in? What do you mean I pushed you?
You pulled me in!
Now come on, I'll help you in the boat.
- I said I was taking you home.
- I said you weren't.
I'm warning, I'm taking you home. You don't want to go home on that board do you? Now come on, let go of it and get in here.
I won't get in the boat and I won't let go. Okay, you asked for it.
- All right, go on home!
- You heard him, Chris, let him go.
If he can be stubborn, so can I.
Am I going too fast for you?
Not fast enough to fool me.
Okay!
- Where is he taking her?
- He said he was taking her home. - On a surfboard? - Where she lives, it's five miles if it's a day.
When you've decided you've had enough, let me know and I'll stop.
You better decide and tell me when you've had enough.
- She will be drowned.
- You've got something there. Hold the thought.
You know, it would be just my luck if they both went and died before the morning papers.
- Have you had enough? - I said I won't sit in that boat with you!
- Are you all right?
- You're darn right I'm all right.
Mr. O'Bannon!
- Are you all right?
- Yeah, I'm all right.
That's nice.
59th street. Done?
Hang on, we're going around the corner.
Here, grab it.
Give me a hand here.
Are you all right, Chris?
- I didn't think you could take it.
- Well, I did, didn't I?
- I'm so cold.
- Get the house doctor up here quick.
- I deserve a beating.
- No you don't. It was my fault. But you made me mad.
- Where's the bathtub? - I don't want a bath.
I never want a bath again as long as I live.
- I told you, I don't want a bath. - I gotta get you warm.
Just put your head in my arm so you won't get your hair wet.
You'd feel too bad if I got my hair all wet, wouldn't you?
Your hands hurt a lot.
Those ropes certainly cut them up, didn't they?
I'm a great guy.
Yes, I never met a man before who would do a thing like that to me.
- You said I was soft.
Take it back? - You bet I take it back.
You've got a heart like...
- Is the water too hot?
- No, it feels fine.
Oooh, that water stings.
I kinda poured it on, didn't I?
- I'm sorry.
- You should be.
I am.
You just didn't think.
You wouldn't do a thing like that again, would you?
I um...
I would if you needed it.
- What do you mean needed it?
- You were pretty bad, you even admitted it yourself.
Well, maybe I was, but I still didn't give you the right of talking of it in front of people.
- What've people got to do with it? - Everything!
No woman likes to be borne out in front of her friends. No man likes a woman to act as you did either.
That's got nothing to do with it.
You don't understand women, that's all.
- Not women like you, I guess.
- What's different about me?
- Too much money.
- What's money got to do with women?
It makes them think they can get away with anything they want... So now I have to behave like a perfect angel...
You couldn't behave like an angel if you had wings tattooed on your...
What's going on here that you need a doctor?
- We had a little accident. - Accident?
He nearly killed me.
- I did it on a surfboard.
- I'll just look you over, young lady. - It's just her hands, doctor.
I said it's just the hands.
- I'm all right, really.
- She'll be all right. The doctor'll take care of her.
Come on, boy, let's get out of here.
Well, you certainly did cut yourself up.
Yeah...
You'd have been proud of her, Mr. West, I mean, the way she took it.
- Not a squawk.
- No, the West women were always a tough lot.
They need tough guys like us to handle them.
You know, Christopher's grandmother was never any good.
One night I spanked her with her own hairbrush...
You remember that, Watkins.
After that she was all right.
We had no more trouble with her.
- Here, you take it, will you?
- Yes, mam.
- You mean open it?
- There's a five, I think I got change.
- That'll be all right.
Oh, you bet it's all right.
Will you knock for me? Come in.
Oh...
- Hello.
- I'm sorry, I...
I didn't expect you.
I mean, I didn't expect you'd even be out of bed yet.
You can't kill a blonde.
I did my best, didn't I?
Do you want to wait in there a minute till I finish shaving?
No, no, go right ahead.
How are your hands?
They don't hurt half as much of my feelings.
Read Sonny DeWitt's column?
My new name's 'Cowboy Chris'.
He says on an acquaplane I could win the pentathlon roundup.
Hm.
Someday I'll get that guy.
- Telephone, Mr. O'Bannon.
Make yourself at home. I'll be right back.
That was Mr. Hunt, my stockbroker.
I went to school with his daughter.
That's the way most people go into it. They play it. - That's stupid.
- Oh, you do it differently. - Sure.
I got a way to beat it. - You have? - Hm-hmm.
- I wish you'd tell grandfather. I think he plays it.
I know he takes an awful beating once in a while.
You tell him I'll be glad to help him anytime. What are you doing?
Just sharpening the blade.
I've been using the same one for four months.
I met an old gentleman with the Hudson Bay Company once.
Nice old fellow.
Smart as a whip.
You know none of those men ever lose money in the market? - No? - No, sir.
Simple too the way they got it licked. They watch the fur auctions.
- When the auction's soft... - Soft?
- That's no good. - Oh. When the auction's soft, the market goes down.
Maybe a year later, but it'll go down. - When the auction's hard...
- That means good.
That's right.
If it's hard, the market goes up.
They act accordingly and they never miss.
That's the shrewdest darn lie I've heard on play...
I mean, on beating the market. - It's so sound. - Yeah.
It's probably the soundest advice you'll ever get from a guy who at the moment is absolutely broke.
Mr. DeWitt.
This here is Mattie Harriet Smith.
They's in the bathroom shaving.
Does that get me five bucks?
Have you seen Helen Hayes play Queen Victoria?
No, I didn't see it.
They had a scene where she watched her husband shave. - They did? - It was so sweet.
She had never seen a man shave before. - Neither have I.
- You haven't? - Does it make a difference to your face?
- How do you mean?
Well, is it rough before you shave and...
- I mean, smooth afterwards? - Sure. - Wanna feel the difference?
- Do you mind? No, why should I? I don't know.
I just wondered.
Well, this is the side with the whiskers on.
It feels funny.
And um... this is the smooth side.
Hello, Mr. O'Bannon.
Hello, Mrs. O'Bannon.
We're engaged now, huh?
We're married, and don't let me catch you forgetting it.
Chick?
- Yeah? - Who's that? Bells.
She's been shopping. Did you take your bath, Chick? - Chris, you know Bells.
- Oh, hello. I do.
She's been fixing breakfast.
I guess the coffee's ready.
She made it before she left, didn't you, Bells? Yeah.
How cozy. - You want a cup?
- No, I do not. It's not poison. I didn't know you were coming.
I can see you didn't.
- Hey, what do you mean by that crack? - It's obvious. - Wait a minute, Chris.
You're wrong, you know.
- Am I? - Why, sure. Bells and I are...
Merely curious to know what she does when she's not peddling gardenias.
- Or singing, she does sing, doesn't she?
- Listen, lady, if you think I'm gonna... - Cut it out, Bells.
- Oh, don't worry. I wouldn't fight with her.
I'm not staying here. Don't worry.
There's a peculiar stench of gardenias in here that makes me just a little sick.
In fact, it stinks!
Can you imagine that?
It shows you the kind of sewers those people have for minds.
- This is Mr. DeWitt's office, Mr. O'Bannon.
- Thanks.
Oh, I'm sorry. - Come in. I suppose you want to see Sonny.
- You bet I want to see him. - Sit down, he ought to be here any minute.
- Thanks, but I'd better wait for him outside.
- Oh, no, hit him in here. Oh, I didn't come up here to... I mean...
I just came up to tell him a couple of things. But it wouldn't be a bad idea.
It wouldn't be much fun for you though. He's kind of a weeping willow.
Aren't you um... I mean...
- Isn't he your... - My son? Yes, he's my son.
Sit down. Thanks.
- So what's your name?
- O'Bannon. - Chick O'Bannon.
- For the land's sake, so you're that one.
Yeah, I'm that one.
You must have had yourself a time with that little screwball, Christopher.
She thinks she has to be one too.
- She couldn't be anything else. - Why?
- The kind of people she runs around with.
- Oh, nonsense.
There's no such thing as kinds of people.
Christopher acts up at expensive nightclubs, all right.
Little Mary Jane from across the tracks enters jitterbug contests at the Dreamland Dance Hall.
No difference in girls.
- Miss West isn't like any girl I ever knew.
Sonny's telephone never rings. It just tinkles.
- Shall I answer it?
- No, no, sit down.
I want to have a good look at you.
You know, Chris's grandfather and I are old friends.
I've known him all my life.
- How did you know I was? - Your chin. It's way out to there.
Well, I guess Sonny isn't coming so I'll get to eat lunch alone.
thank you, Mrs. DeWitt, and...
I'll try to keep my chin in if you feel it'll be more becoming.
Now, before you decide that Chris is a stubborn icicle, remember, she's dammed up inside worse than the Colorado River.
Even if she bothered to give in and say so, it wouldn't come out....
I can't figure out why young folks today are so ashamed of having a heart... when a heart is such a brave, lovely thing to have.
Well, it's none of my business anyway.
I always was a great one for sticking my nose into other people's affairs.
Maybe that's where Sonny gets it.
Who knows?
- Good-bye, Chick. - Good-bye, Mrs. DeWitt.
- Boy.
Mr. DeWitt wants this to go to the composing room right away.
It's a new read for his column.
Yes, sir.
Here... where are you going with that... um...
- What's going on here?
- Miss Christopher is leaving for Europe, sir.
- Where is she?
- In the library.
I understand, but...
Chris, what does this mean? You're just back from Europe.
- Is it all right, Mary? - Yes. - But...
- Miss West is on her way now.
Well, if it's necessary, hold the boat.
Oh, just a wee bit.
Just a few moments. You will, won't you?
- Oh, thanks. - Christopher...
- They'll wait. - Thank you, Mary. - But...
- Good-bye. - I'm sorry, but I'm in a hurry. - I'll go to the steamer with you.
- I'll meet you downstairs right away. - All right, hurry.
Yes.
Then why are you running away from him?
I'm not running away from him.
You really can be ridiculous, grandfather.
He wouldn't have talked to me like that if I hadn't a lot of money.
I hate money!
Money's not so bad, Chris, if you have enough.
It's the worst thing a girl can have, I'll tell you that.
I wish I were poor. I'd show her.
If a girl can't fight for her man, how is she going to get him?
How is she going to keep him when she's got him? Somebody waiting on every corner to take him away from her.
- You know that, grandfather.
- Sure, I know that. But it seems you should be allowed to defend yourself.
Oh, no.
She can snake him right from under my nose.
And I have to just stand there and smile because she's a poor little working girl... and I've got a few million dollars, so I mustn't touch.
If we both worked for our living, I could... knock her teeth down her throat and... and people would say... good for me, but... the way things are... she just gets him.
I hadn't thought of it that way before.
Nobody seems to think that way.
I'll look after your luggage.
I'll be right back. Yes, but grandfather...
Chris, now wait a minute!
Where do you think you're going?
I'm going to Europe. Any objection?
Makes no difference to me personally, but you made a bargain and you can't run out on it.
- You have no sense of honor at all, have you? - No.
You're going to Europe like anyone else would go to Coney Island.
Coward! I'm not a coward. I've got a right to go anywhere I please.
No, you haven't.
You can't run out on things just because you can afford to.
You people are all alike. You set fire to a building and...
Here, watch your step.
then you run before the walls fall in.
Some people I could cheerfully see a wall fall on them.
Who, for instance?
I try not to mention her name.
You're too good to mention the name? Evidently. I'll mention it for you.
You mean Bells, don't you?
I suppose you've seen a lot of her since then. Sure I've seen a lot of her, why shouldn't I?
I've already tried to explain to you. The girl lives right upstairs from me.
- Yes, right upstairs.
- I've known her all my life.
Brought her up by hands.
Found her in the forest and thought it was an eyedropper.
We brought each other up.
And I don't see why I should kick out a friendship like that.
Suppose I told you you couldn't see your grandfather anymore?
So she's a grandfather to you. She's not a grandfather, she's a friend.
Did you ever hear the word before? Friend. Friend!
Listen, I'm not the slightest bit interested in your 'Friend, friend'.
And if there's anything further you have to say to me...
The gangway's going up. The boat's leaving and I'm not on it.
- You're not. Surprised? - What about my luggage?
Unless your grandfather crossed me up, it's halfway home by now.
So Grandfather's in this too.
Well, I'll see you for lunch tomorrow, eh?
- Tomorrow?
- That's my day off. Well, we could have dinner tonight.
I was going to have dinner on the boat but...
I guess you could make me just as sick as the boat could.
No, I think I'll take the night off.
I'll see you for lunch tomorrow. Bye.
Hello, Mr. DeWitt. What will you have?
Oh, I don't know, Bill.
Chris, what are you doing here all alone?
Is O'Bannon around? Something dreadful's happened.
I said something nice about him in my column. That was very nice of you.
But I didn't write it.
Chris, something crept in while I was away and wrote it.
- Maybe it's your secretary.
-Now I'm ruined, I'm pointed out...
Oh, here he comes.
Pretend like I wasn't talking about it.
- Hello. - Hi.
Dewitt, it was downright decent of you to give me that little item in your column.
- I was touched. really I was. - If you don't mind, Mr. O'Bannon.
The subject is closed.
- Good-bye, Chris. - Good-bye, Sonny.
I thought you weren't coming tonight.
- Well something came up that I...
- You knew I'd be here, didn't you? - You're always here, aren't you? - Yes.
Now that you are here, we might as well have dinner together.
Yeah, we might as well.
- Hello, Chris...
- Hello.
I kind of knew you'd show up tonight, I mean...
You mean what?
I've done a lot of thinking today and I felt... Chick, you're just like me... That's a dirty trick going around thinking things like that behind my back.
- It' so bad being like me?
- It's pretty bad. What's wrong with me, Chick? Why ask me?
I don't know...
I have a feeling that you know more about me than anybody else does.
You know, I think we were sitting right at that table over there when you said something like that for the first time.
Well, I didn't mean it then.
You ought to have somebody go around with you with slides and a pointer so you keep your audience straight
You don't have to be so unpleasant, do you?
I'm trying to be nice...
I thought when you came here tonight. I was certain you wouldn't have dinner with me but maybe...
Pardon me, Miss West.
Here comes your gardenia girl.
Thanks.
# Kiss me with your eyes # # and I'll know you love me #
# Kiss me with your eyes # # a secret embrace #
# Let's keep this one affair #
# In this dance #
# Darling, kiss me # # with your eyes #
# Kiss me with your eyes #
# And I'll know you love me #
# Kiss me with your eyes # - Did you know about this?
- Sure I knew. - Is that why you came here this evening? - Shh.
- They like her, don't they? She's good. - Sure they like her.
What did I tell you?
- You don't? - I don't. - Oh, that makes it awkward.
- Miss West... er...
Mrs. O'Bannon is much more important to the Tunisia Room than the singer.
Café Society goes where Mrs. O'Bannon and her friends go.
- Miss West doesn't like her. - All right.
- Wait a minute...
Do you realize what you've done?
Yes, that your grandfather doesn't work here anymore.
What a rotten thing to do.
She would have done the same to me if she could.
If she could.
# All over the place #
# Let's keep this one affair #
# In this dance #
# Darling, kiss me with #
# Your eyes #
He set me up.
But why? They liked me. Yeah, I know.
I'll explain to you later. Just do as I tell you. I'll see you in the bar.
- Will you order now, sir?
- No, we've decided not to eat. - Brandy and soda.
- Two? - No, just one.
- Thank you.
# A secret embrace #
# Oh, boy, it leaves me weak #
# All over the place #
I'll have a double brandy, please.
- You really said double brandy?
- I certainly did. I won't give it to you.
- You certainly will, If you don't I'll...
- If I don't, you'll what?
Brandy, small. You best stick with champagne.
Brandy ain't good for ladies.
I don't want any more champagne.
You don't have to drink it.
You know something about me, Bill?
- What? - I'm enchanted.
- You're just a little cockeyed.
- I'm enchanted because... sometimes I'm so nice it would make you cry.
And sometimes I'm awful.
You never made me cry.
- Mr. Random.
- Yes? - I've quit. Why?
Bells, you were very good. But there are complications.
- And I'm not in a position to...
- I get it.
It's something I could do nothing about.
She had me bounced. I'm sorry. But you can't get jealous.
But that's what I want to know, why can't I?
Well, you're not supposed to be mean like that to people.
You're made out of special important kinds of things.
- But I'm not, Bill, honestly I'm not.
- I know you're not... but who else knows it?
When that Bells sings to him as she did I...
Now feel yours.
See, it's just the same.
I get mad! Of course you get mad.
It ain't right. It's un-American.
Some day comes the revolution.
- Will it, Bill? - Sure.
And they'll all be leveled off and you'll be eye to eye with the rest of them.
Then you can get jealous if you want to.
- You can speak your little piece too. - Oh, that'll be wonderful.
You're wonderful too, Bill.
I've never had a woman to talk to.
Women know these things.
Why do bartenders know everything about people?
I guess it's because they're always seen with their hair down.
Bartenders are like music, aren't they?
- Everybody understands them.
- Yeah... Double brandy.
- Hey, what is this? - Don't you speak to me. You won't get any brandy.
What kind of a place do you think this is?
I changed my mind. You ordered a drink, you'll wait and drink it.
I said I changed my mind.
Hey, Queenie, buy your way out of that one.
Oh, now I can strike her, can't I? She started it. Oh, no!
No, no, no! Let her go.
She's full of pixies.
Hey, you!
Wait a minute.
- You started it, didn't you? - That's right. What are you going to do now?
Have me axed?
My wrap, please.
Chris, Chris, you were superb. You're a regular fountainhead of news. I saw...
You can print it in your column and smoke it!
- What did you expect me to do? Run in there and stand in the middle?
Neither one of you should be out without a keeper. Come on.
And it isn't you who's going to stop us!
Now listen to me. This is my car and he's my driver. - I am...
- I know who you are and it still goes. Go ahead, Ben.
You.... you ape. Oh, an ape.
- Just for that I'm going to take you in.
- Oh, you and who else? Meself...
You'll come along now, you little she-devil...
- Let go of my wife, you big mick.
- Will bean sandwich be all right? - That'll be swell.
- Coffee? - Okay.
Do you mind if I put your robe on?
I'd hate to get this dress blotted.
Guess you're glad you finally gave her the air, huh? Certainly.
Oh, yes, certainly. Hello!
I thought you went home.
I did, but I thought I ought to bring this back, I... thought you might need it.
- Sit down. - Thanks.
- Bill, I'm sorry I did it. - Did what? Have Bells fired.
I don't know what's the matter with me.
I never felt sorry about anything before. It's an awful thing.
What are you gonna do about it?
Well, I thought maybe you could tell Random I didn't really mean it.
I'll get him over here.
Fleming, You tell him yourself.
Tell the boss I want to see him.
You gotta clean up your own dirty work or it ain't any good.
- But why?
- Because it's hard to do, that's why.
I wanted to apologize. Oh, you don't have to apologize, I...
I just wanted to tell you that I'm...
I mean, about Miss Brown. I think she's good, I...
I really don't know what made me do such a thing...
but that wouldn't interest Mr. Random.
- Well, I'll do just as you say, naturally.
In fact I'm very pleased.
I was surprised that Bells has a really excellent...
I wasn't surprised. Mr. O'Bannon's been saying it for a long time.
- Thank you.
- Thank you.
Bells 'll be glad to hear that. - Bells?
Oh, I couldn't do that.
Why, she lives right upstairs from him and....
I might run into him and he'd think that I'd come to see him or something.
- I couldn't do that.
That'd be even harder. You need a bracer.
I'm gonna fix you a nice tall glass of lemonade.
If I ever get married, the first thing I'm gonna ask the guy is if he likes bean sandwiches. I guess society girls don't go in so much for bean sandwiches, huh?
Beans and ermine. Sounds silly.
- Everything's silly to you tonight, isn't it? - Why wouldn't it be?
You sitting here eating with me, dying.
What are you talking about?
She's somewhere else dying.
All on account of me.
Of course it's silly.
It isn't fair. It isn't fair to her, it isn't fair to me.
This way we both lose our jobs.
Are you crazy?
What job did she ever have? You.
The only job she was ever raised for.
Man, husband. You are crazy.
Listen, Chick, I realize you're a man, so you're not very bright about these things.
But listen, why don't you tell her I don't rate with you and she does?
Oh, I guess I just thought I'd keep away from women. The whole thing's balled up because I wouldn't let her go society on you and you're sore.
Oh, you're hipped on that word. Society. What the heck is society?
That's the only kind of society there is.
Hello.
Come on in.
- Is it all right?
- Oh, my big toe!
I came to tell you that... you're not fired.
I asked Random.
You what?
I asked him not to fire her. I told him I thought she was wonderful.
This is so difficult.
So, I'll be seeing you.
I think she's nice.
Sure, that's what I've been telling you.
Oh, cut it out, will you?
How about a handkerchief?
- Here.
- Thanks.
Want a cigarette? Thanks. You want a drink?
I'm all right.
Too warm? Do you want a bean sandwich? I'd love one.
What do we care if we were expelled from college?
The war is gonna start any day.
We would've left college anyhow.
Isn't it exciting, Scarlett?
You know those fool Yankees actually want a war?
- We'll show them. - Fiddle-dee-dee!
War, war, war. This war talk's spoiling all the fun at every party this spring.
I get so bored I could scream.
- Besides, there isn't going to be any war.
- Not gonna be any war?
Why, honey, of course there's going to be a war!
If either of you says "war" just once again, I'll go in the house and slam the door.
- But, Scarlett, honey...
- Don't you want us to have a war?
Well... but remember...
I warned you.
I've got an idea. We'll talk about the Wilkes' barbecue at Twelve Oaks.
That's a good idea.
Aren't you eating barbecue with us? I hadn't thought about that yet.
I'll think about that tomorrow.
We want all your waltzes.
First Brent, then me, then Brent, then me again, and so on.
- Promise?
- I'd just love to. If only I didn't have every one of them taken already.
Why, honey, you can't do that to us.
- How about if we tell you a secret?
- A secret? Who about?
You know Miss Melanie Hamilton from Atlanta? Ashley Wilkes' cousin.
She's visiting the Wilkes... That goody-goody!
Who wants to know a secret about her?
Anyway, we heard, that is, they say... Ashley Wilkes is gonna marry her.
The Wilkeses always marry their cousins.
Now do we get those waltzes?
- The other boys will be hopping mad.
We can handle them! It can't be true.
Ashley loves me.
Scarlett!
What has gotten into her?
Do you suppose we made her mad?
Where are you going without your shawl, and the night air fixing to set in?
How come you didn't ask them gentlemen to stay for supper?
You ain't got no more manners than a field hand... after me and Miss Ellen done labored with you.
Miss Scarlett, come on in the house!
Come on in before you catch your death of dampness.
No!
I'll wait for Pa to come home from the Wilkes'.
Quitting time.
Who says it's quitting time?
I says it's quitting time. I's the foreman.
I's the one that says when it's quitting time at Tara!
Quitting time! Quitting time!
There's none in the county can touch you, and none in the state.
Pa!
So proud of yourself you are.
Well, Katie Scarlett O'Hara.
So you've been spying on me, and like your sister Suellen... you'll tell your mother on me that I was jumping again.
You know I'm no tattletale like Suellen, but it does seem to me... after you broke your knee last year jumping that same fence...
I'll not have me own daughter telling me what I shall jump and not jump.
It's my own neck, so it is.
All right, Pa, you jump what you please.
How are they all over at Twelve Oaks?
The Wilkeses? Just as you'd expect with the barbecue tomorrow and talking nothing but war.
Oh, bother the war.
Was there anyone else there? Their cousin, Melanie Hamilton from Atlanta, and her brother, Charles.
Melanie Hamilton!
She's a pale-faced, mealy-mouthed ninny. I hate her.
Ashley Wilkes doesn't think so. Ashley Wilkes couldn't like anyone like her.
What's your interest in Ashley and Miss Melanie?
It's nothing.
Let's go into the house, Pa.
Has he been trifling with you?
Has he asked you to marry him?
- No, nor will he.
I have it in strictest confidence from John Wilkes this afternoon...
Ashley is going to marry Miss Melanie.
It will be announced tomorrow night at the ball.
I don't believe it.
Here!
Scarlett!
What are you about?
Have you made a spectacle of yourself running after a man... who's not in love with you when you might have any man in the county?
I haven't been running after him.
It's just a surprise, that's all. Now, don't be jerking your chin at me.
If Ashley wanted to marry you, it would be with misgivings I'd say "yes. "
I want my girl to be happy.
You'd not be happy with him.
I would, I would! What difference does it make who you marry... so long as he's a Southerner and thinks like you?
And when I'm gone, I'll leave Tara to you.
I don't want Tara.
Plantations don't mean anything when...
You mean to say, Katie Scarlett O'Hara, that land doesn't mean anything to you?
Why, land is the only thing in the world worth working for... worth fighting for, worth dying for, because it's the only thing that lasts.
- Oh, Pa, you talk like an Irishman. - It's proud I am that I'm Irish.
And don't you be forgetting, missy, that you're half Irish too.
And to anyone with a drop of Irish blood in them... why, the land they live on is like their mother.
Oh, but you're just a child.
It'll come to you, this love of the land. There's no getting away from it if you're Irish.
Yonder she comes!
Miss Scarlett, Miss Suellen, Miss Carreen, your ma's home!
Acting like a wet nurse to them low-down, poor white trash... instead of being here eating her supper.
Cookie, stir up the fire!
Miss Ellen's got no business wearing herself out.
Take the lamp out on the porch. Wearing herself out.
Mr. Gerald, Miss Ellen's home. Wearing herself out waiting on poor white trash.
Shut up, dog!
Barking in the house like that. Get up from there, boy.
Don't you hear Miss Ellen's coming?
Get out there and get her medicine chest. We was getting worried about you, Miss Ellen.
- Mr. Gerald...
- All right, Pork. I'm home. Mrs. O'Hara, we finished plowing the creek bottom today.
What do you want me to start on tomorrow?
Mr. Wilkerson, I've just come from Emmie Slattery's bedside.
Your child has been born.
My child, ma'am?
I'm sure I don't understand. Has been born, and mercifully, has died.
Good night, Mr. Wilkerson.
I'll fix your supper for you myself, and you eats it.
After prayers, Mammy.
Mr. O'Hara.
You must dismiss Jonas Wilkerson.
Dismiss him, Mrs. O'Hara?
He's the best overseer in the county. He must go tomorrow morning, first thing.
The Yankee Wilkerson and the white trash Slattery girl?
We'll discuss it later, Mr. O'Hara.
Yes, Mrs. O'Hara.
I want to wear Scarlett's green dress!
I don't like your tone, Suellen.
Your pink gown is lovely.
- Can't I stay up for the ball tomorrow?
- But you may wear my garnets with it.
Scarlett... you look tired, my dear.
I'm all right, Mother.
Why can't I stay up for the ball tomorrow night?
I'm 13 now. You may go to the barbecue and stay up till supper.
I didn't want to wear your tacky green dress anyhow.
Oh, hush up!
"and all the saints to pray to the Lord, our God, for me. " Ashley doesn't know I love him.
I'll tell him that I love him and then he can't marry her.
Just hold on and suck in.
Mammy, here's Miss Scarlett's vittles.
You can take that back.
I won't eat a bite.
Oh, yes, ma'am, you is!
You's gonna eat every mouthful of this. No, I'm not!
Put on the dress, 'cause we're late already.
- What's my lamb gonna wear?
- That. No you ain't!
You can't show your bosom before 3:00.
I'm gonna speak to your ma about you! If you say one word to Mother, I won't eat a bite.
Keep your shawl on.
Now, Miss Scarlett, you come on and be good, and eat just a little, honey.
No. I'm going to have a good time today and do my eating at the barbecue.
If you don't care what folks says about this family, I does!
I has told you and told you that you can always tell a lady... by the way she eats with folks.
Like a bird. I ain't aiming for you to go to Mr. Wilkes'... and eat like a field hand and gobble like a hog!
Fiddle-dee-dee. Ashley Wilkes told me he likes to see a girl with a healthy appetite.
What gentlemen says and what they thinks is two different things.
And I ain't noticed Mr. Ashley asking to marry you!
Now don't eat too fast. Ain't no need of having it come right back up again.
Why does a girl have to be so silly to catch a husband?
Scarlett, if you're not here by the time I count ten, we'll be going without you!
I'm coming, Pa! One... two, three... four, five, six...
Oh, dear!
My stays are so tight I know I'll never get through the day without belching.
Well, John Wilkes.
It's a grand day you'll be having for the barbecue.
So it seems, Gerald.
But why isn't Mrs. O'Hara with you? She's after settling accounts with the overseer.
But she'll be along for the ball tonight. Welcome to Twelve Oaks, Mr. O'Hara.
Thank you kindly, India.
Your daughter's getting prettier every day, John.
India, here are the O'Hara girls.
We must greet them. I can't stand Scarlett.
If you see the way she throws herself at Ashley.
Now, that's your brother's business.
You must remember your duties as hostess. Good morning, girls.
You're looking lovely.
Good morning, Scarlett. Why, India Wilkes, what a lovely dress!
- Perfectly lovely, darling.
- I just can't take my eyes off it.
Scarlett, honey... You're looking mighty fine this morning.
- Good morning. - It's a pleasure to see you.
Ashley!
Scarlett, my dear.
I've been looking for you everywhere.
I've got something I must tell you.
- Can't we go some place where it's quiet? - Yes, I'd like to, but I...
I have something to tell you, too. Something I hope you'll be glad to hear.
But come say hello to my cousin Melanie, first.
Oh, do we have to? She's been looking forward to seeing you again.
Here's Scarlett.
I'm so glad to see you again.
Melanie Hamilton!
What a surprise to run into you here.
I hope you'll stay with us a few days at least. I hope I shall stay long enough for us to become real friends, Scarlett.
I do so want us to be.
We'll keep her here, won't we, Scarlett? We'll just have to make the biggest fuss over her.
If there's anybody knows how to give a girl a good time, it's Ashley.
Though I expect our good times will seem silly to you because you're so serious.
Oh, Scarlett, you have so much life. I've always admired you so.
I wish I could be more like you. You mustn't flatter me, Melanie, and say things you don't mean.
Nobody could accuse Melanie of being insincere.
Could they, my dear?
Then she's not like you, is she, Ashley?
Ashley never means a word he says to any girl. Oh, why, Charles Hamilton, you handsome old thing, you!
But, oh, Miss O'Hara, I...
Was it kind to bring your good-looking brother here... just to break my poor, simple, country girl's heart?
She never even noticed Charles before.
Because he's your beau, she's after him like a hornet.
Charles Hamilton, I want to eat barbecue with you. Mind you, don't go philandering with any other girl, 'cause I'm mighty jealous.
I won't, Miss O'Hara!
I couldn't! I do declare, Frank Kennedy, if you don't look dashing... with that new set of whiskers!
Oh, thank you, Miss Scarlett.
Charles and Rafe asked me to eat barbecue with them... but I told them I couldn't because I promised you.
You needn't be so amused. Look at her!
She's after your beau now! Oh, that's mighty flattering of you, Miss Scarlett.
I'll see what I can do, Miss Scarlett.
What's your sister so mad about?
You sparking her beau? As if I couldn't get a better beau than that old maid in britches.
Brent and Stuart Tarleton, you handsome old things, you!
No, you're not!
I won't say that. I'm mad at you!
What have we done?
You haven't been near me all day.
I wore this dress... 'cause I thought you liked it.
I was counting on eating barbecue with you two.
- Well, you are, Scarlett.
- Of course you are. Oh, I never can make up my mind which of you two is the handsomer.
I was awake all last night trying to figure it out.
Cathleen, who's that?
Who?
That man looking at us and smiling.
The nasty, dark one.
My dear, don't you know? That's Rhett Butler.
He's from Charleston. He has the most terrible reputation.
He looks as if he knows what I look like without my shimmy!
Scarlett! Why, my dear, he isn't received!
He spends a lot of time up North... because his folks in Charleston won't even speak to him.
He was expelled from West Point, he's so fast. And then there's that business about that girl he wouldn't marry.
Tell, tell! Well, he took her out buggy riding in the late afternoon without a chaperon!
And then he refused to marry her!
No, but she was ruined just the same.
Ashley!
Happy?
You seem to belong here... as if it had all been imagined for you.
I like to feel that I belong to the things you love.
You love Twelve Oaks as I do.
Yes, Ashley. I love it as... as more than a house.
It's a whole world that wants only to be graceful and beautiful.
It's so unaware that it may not last... forever.
You're afraid of what may happen if the war comes, aren't you?
But we don't have to be afraid for us.
No war can come into our world, Ashley.
Whatever comes...
I'll love you, just as I do now... until I die.
Isn't this better than sitting at a table?
A girl hasn't got but two sides to her at a table.
I'll go get her dessert.
- Here, she said me.
I think...
I think Charles Hamilton may get it.
Oh, thank you, Miss O'Hara!
Thank you. Go get it.
Miss O'Hara...
I love you.
I don't guess I'm as hungry as I thought.
Why do I have to take a nap?
I'm not tired.
Well-brought-up young ladies take naps at parties. It's high time you started behaving and acting like you was Miss Ellen's daughter.
When we were at Saratoga I didn't notice any Yankee girls taking naps.
No, and you ain't gonna see no Yankee girls at the ball tonight, neither.
How was Ashley today, Scarlett?
He didn't seem to be paying much attention to you.
You mind your own business!
You'll be lucky not to lose old whisker-face Kennedy. You've liked Ashley for months!
Pa said that his engagement's gonna be announced tonight.
That's all you know. Miss Scarlett! Miss Suellen!
Acting like poor white trash children! If you's old enough to go to parties, you's old enough to act like ladies.
Who cares!
We've borne enough insults from the meddling Yankees.
It's time we made them understand we'll keep our slaves... with or without their approval.
'Twas Georgia's sovereign right to secede from the Union!
That's right!
The South must assert herself by force of arms. After we've fired on the Yankee rascals at Fort Sumter, we've got to fight!
- There's no other way!
- Fight! That's right. Fight!
Let the Yankees ask for peace! The situation is very simple. The Yankees can't fight and we can.
There won't even be a battle.
They'll just turn and run every time.
One Southerner can lick 20 Yankees.
We'll finish them in one battle. Gentlemen can always fight better than rabble.
Yes, gentlemen always can fight better than rabble.
What does the captain of our troop say?
Well, gentlemen, if Georgia fights, I go with her.
But, like my father, I hope the Yankees will let us leave the Union in peace.
- But, Ashley... - But, Ashley, they've insulted us!
You can't mean you don't want war! Most of the miseries of the world were caused by wars.
And when the wars were over no one ever knew what they were about.
If it wasn't that I knew you... Now, gentlemen, Mr. Butler's been up North, I hear.
Don't you agree with us, Mr. Butler? I think it's hard winning a war with words, gentlemen.
What do you mean, sir?
There's not a cannon factory in the whole South.
What difference does that make to a gentleman?
Lt'll make a great deal of difference to a great many gentlemen, sir.
Are you hinting, Mr. Butler, that the Yankees can lick us?
No, I'm not hinting.
I'm saying very plainly that the Yankees are better equipped than we.
They've got factories, shipyards, coal mines... and a fleet to bottle up our harbors and starve us to death.
All we've got is cotton and slaves and arrogance.
- That's treacherous!
- I refuse to listen to any renegade talk!
I'm sorry if the truth offends you.
Apologies aren't enough, sir!
I hear you were turned out of West Point, Mr. Rhett Butler... and you aren't received by any decent family in Charleston, not even your own!
I apologize again for all my shortcomings.
Perhaps you won't mind if I walk about and look over your place.
I seem to be spoiling everybody's brandy and cigars and... dreams of victory.
That's just about what you could expect from somebody like Rhett Butler.
You did everything but call him out.
He refused to fight.
Not quite that, Charles.
He refused to take advantage of you.
Take advantage of me? He's one of the best shots in the country, as he's proved several times... against steadier hands and cooler heads.
- I'll show him! - No, please.
Don't go tweaking his nose anymore. You may be needed for more important fighting, Charles.
Now, if you'll excuse me, Mr. Butler is our guest.
Ashley!
Who are you hiding from in here?
What are you up to?
Well, why aren't you upstairs resting with the other girls?
What is this, Scarlett?
Oh, Ashley, Ashley... I love you.
Scarlett! I love you, I do!
Well, isn't it enough that you've gathered every other man's heart today?
You cut your teeth on it.
Oh, don't tease me now.
Have I your heart, my darling?
I love you, I love you.
You mustn't say such things.
You'll hate me for hearing them. Oh, I could never hate you, and I know you must care about me.
Oh, you do care, don't you?
Yes...
Oh, can't we go away and forget we ever said these things?
But how can we do that?
Don't you want to marry me?
I'm going to marry Melanie. But you can't.
Not if you care for me. Oh, my dear, why must you make me say things that will hurt you?
How can I make you understand?
You're so young and unthinking.
You don't know what marriage means.
I know I love you and I want to be your wife.
You don't love Melanie.
She's like me, Scarlett.
She's part of my blood and we understand each other.
But you love me.
How could I help loving you?
You have all the passion for life that I lack. That kind of love isn't enough for a successful marriage... for two people as different as we are.
Well, why don't you say it, you coward?
You're afraid to marry me.
You'd rather live with that fool who can't speak except... to say "yes" and "no" and raise a passel of mealy-mouthed brats just like her.
You mustn't say such things about Melanie.
Who are you to tell me I mustn't? You led me on, you made me believe you wanted to marry me.
Now, Scarlett, be fair.
I never, at any time...
You did, it's true you did!
I'll hate you till I die! I can't think of anything bad enough to call you.
Has the war started? Sir, you should have made your presence known.
In the middle of that beautiful love scene?
That wouldn't have been very tactful, would it? But don't worry, your secret is safe with me.
Sir, you are no gentleman!
And you, miss, are no lady.
Don't think I hold that against you.
Ladies have never held any charm for me.
First you take a low, common advantage of me, then you insult me.
I meant it as a compliment and I hope to see more of you... when you're free of the spell of the elegant Mr. Wilkes.
He doesn't strike me as half good enough for a girl of your...
What was it?
Your "passion for living. "
How dare you! You aren't fit to wipe his boots.
And you were going to hate him for the rest of your life.
She certainly made a fool of herself running after all the men at the barbecue.
That's not fair, India. She's so attractive, the men just naturally flock to her.
Oh, Melanie, you're just too good to be true.
Didn't you see her going after your brother Charles?
Yes, and she knows Charles belongs to me.
Oh, you're wrong, India. Scarlett's just high-spirited and vivacious.
Men may flirt with girls like that but they don't marry them.
I think you're being very mean to her.
War's declared!
Miss O'Hara!
Miss O'Hara! Mr. Lincoln has called for soldiers, volunteers to fight against us.
Don't you men ever think about anything important?
But it's war and everybody's going off to enlist.
They're going right away. I'm going, too.
Oh, Miss O'Hara, will you be sorry?
To see us go, I mean. I'll cry into my pillow every night.
Miss O'Hara, I told you I loved you.
You're the most beautiful girl in the world, and the sweetest and the dearest.
I know I couldn't hope that you could love me. I'm so clumsy and stupid and not nearly good enough for you.
But if you could think of marrying me, I'd do anything in the world for you.
Just anything. I promise.
What did you say? Miss O'Hara, I said, would you marry me?
Yes, Mr. Hamilton, I will.
You will? You'll marry me?
You'll wait for me?
I don't think I'd want to wait.
When may I speak to your father?
The sooner the better. I'll go now. I can't wait.
Will you excuse me, dear?
Mr. O'Hara, Mr. O'Hara.
It'll be a week at least before they call on me.
Scarlett, I thought of you at our wedding yesterday... and I hoped that yours would be as beautiful, and it was.
Was it? Now we're really and truly sisters.
Don't cry, darling. The war will be over in a few weeks... and I'll be coming back to you.
Well, I don't care. I'm too young to be a widow.
Why, I'd just go around scaring people in that thing.
You ain't supposed to be around people.
You's in mourning. For what?
I don't feel anything. Why should I have to pretend and pretend...
What is it?
Oh, baby...
What is it?
My life is over. Nothing will ever happen to me anymore.
Oh, Mother.
I know you'll think I'm horrible, but I just can't bear going around in black.
It's bad enough not being able to go to any parties... but looking this way, too.
I don't think you're at all horrible. It's only natural to want to look young and be young when you are young.
Oh, baby... How would you like to go visiting somewhere?
Savannah, perhaps? What would I do in Savannah?
Well, Atlanta, then.
There's lots going on there.
And you could stay with Melanie and her Aunt Pittypat.
Melanie.
Yes.
Yes, I could, couldn't I? Oh, Mother, you're sweet to me, sweeter than anybody in the world.
You'd like it, really?
All right then. Now stop your crying and smile.
You can take Prissy with you.
Start packing Miss Scarlett's things, Mammy.
I'll go write the necessary letters.
Atlanta! Savannah would be better for you.
You'd just get in trouble in Atlanta.
What trouble are you talking about?
You know what trouble I's talking about. I's talking about Mr. Ashley Wilkes.
He'll come to Atlanta when he gets his leave... and you're sitting there waiting for him like a spider!
- He belongs to Miss Melanie...
They're all whispering, and I just know it's about her.
What's it matter what they say, Aunt Pittypat? But Scarlett is living under my roof, so they all think I'm responsible for her.
And for a widow to appear in public at a social gathering!
Every time I think of it I feel faint! Aunt Pitty, you know Scarlett came here only to help raise money for the cause.
It was splendid of her to make the sacrifice.
Anyone would think, to hear you talk... that she came here to dance instead of to sell things.
Ladies and gentlemen!
I have important news!
Glorious news! Another triumph for our magnificent men in arms.
General Lee has completely whipped the enemy... and swept the Yankee Army northward from Virginia.
And now, a happy surprise for all of us.
We have with us tonight that most daring of all blockade-runners... whose fleet schooners, slipping past the Yankee guns... have brought us here the very woolens and laces we wear tonight.
I refer, ladies and gentlemen, to that will-o'- the-wisp of the bounding main.
None other than our friend from Charleston...
Capt. Butler, it's such a pleasure to see you again.
I met you last at my husband's home.
That's kind of you to remember, Mrs. Wilkes.
Did you meet Capt. Butler at Twelve Oaks, Scarlett?
Yes, I think so. Only for a moment, Mrs. Hamilton.
It was in the library.
You had broken something. Yes, Capt. Butler, I remember you.
Ladies, the Confederacy asks for your jewelry on behalf of our noble cause.
We're in mourning.
Wait. On behalf of Mrs. Wilkes and Mrs. Hamilton.
Thank you, Capt. Butler.
But it's your wedding ring, ma'am.
It may help my husband more, off my finger.
That's a very beautiful thing to do, Mrs. Wilkes.
Here.
And you, Mrs. Hamilton.
I know just how much that means to you.
- Melanie!
- Yes, Dr. Meade.
I need your approval, as a member of the Committee... for something we want to do that's rather shocking.
I'll say one thing.
The war makes the most peculiar widows.
I wish you'd go away. If you had any raising you'd know I'd never want to see you again.
Now, why be silly?
You've no reason for hating me. I'll carry your guilty secret to my grave.
I guess I'd be very unpatriotic to hate one of the great heroes of the war.
I do declare I was surprised to see you turn out to be such a noble character.
I can't bear to take advantage of your little girl ideas, Miss O'Hara.
I'm neither noble nor heroic.
But you are a blockade-runner?
For profit, and profit only.
Are you telling me you don't believe in the cause? I believe in Rhett Butler. He's the only cause I know.
And now, ladies and gentlemen...
I have a startling surprise for the benefit of the hospital.
Gentlemen, if you wish to lead the opening reel with the lady of your choice... you must bid for her.
Caroline Meade, how can you permit your husband to conduct this... this slave auction?
Dolly Merriwether, how dare you criticize me! Melanie Wilkes told the doctor... that if it's for the benefit of the cause, it's quite all right.
She did! Oh dear, oh dear.
Where are my smelling salts?
I think I shall faint.
Don't you dare faint, Pittypat Hamilton. If Melanie says it's all right, it is all right.
Come, gentlemen, do I hear your bids?
Make your offers. Don't be bashful, gentlemen.
$20. $20 for Miss Maybelle Merriwether.
$25 for Miss Fanny Elsing.
Only $25 to give your... $150 in gold.
For what lady, sir? For Mrs. Charles Hamilton.
For whom, sir?
Mrs. Charles Hamilton.
Mrs. Hamilton is in mourning, Capt. Butler... but I'm sure any of our Atlanta belles would be proud to...
Dr. Meade, I said Mrs. Charles Hamilton.
She will not consider it, sir.
Choose your partners for the Virginia reel.
We've sort of shocked the Confederacy.
It's a bit like blockade-running, isn't it? It's worse.
But I expect a very fancy profit out of it. I don't care what you expect or what they think.
I'm going to dance and dance. Tonight I wouldn't mind dancing with Abe Lincoln himself.
Another dance and my reputation will be lost forever.
With enough courage, you can do without a reputation.
You do waltz divinely, Capt. Butler.
Don't start flirting with me.
I'm not one of your plantation beaux.
I want more than flirting from you.
What do you want? I'll tell you, Scarlett O'Hara, if you'll take that Southern belle simper off your face.
Some day I want you to say to me... the words I heard you say to Ashley Wilkes:
"I love you. " That's something you'll never hear from me, Capt. Butler, as long as you live.
How sweet, how kind.
He is a thoughtful gentleman. Fiddle-dee-dee, why doesn't he say something about my sacrifice?
Oh, the darling thing.
Oh, Rhett, it's lovely, lovely. You didn't really bring it all the way from Paris just for me.
Yes, I thought it was about time I got you out of that fake mourning.
Next trip, I'll bring you some green silk for a frock to match it.
Oh, Rhett.
It's my duty to our brave boys at the front to keep our girls at home looking pretty.
Oh, it's so long since I've had anything new.
Awful!
Just awful.
Why, what's the matter? This war has stopped being a joke... when a girl like you doesn't know how to wear the latest fashion.
Oh, Rhett, let me do it.
But, Rhett, I don't know how I'd dare wear it.
You will, though.
And another thing.
Those pantalets.
I don't know a woman in Paris who wears pantalets anymore.
Oh, what do they...
You shouldn't talk about such things. You little hypocrite.
You don't mind my knowing about them, just my talking. I really can't go on accepting these gifts, though you are awfully kind.
I'm not kind.
I'm just tempting you. I never give anything without expecting something in return.
I always get paid.
If you think I'll marry you to pay for the bonnet, I won't. Don't flatter yourself.
I'm not a marrying man. Well, I won't kiss you for it, either.
Open your eyes and look at me.
No, I don't think I will kiss you... although you need kissing badly.
You should be kissed, and often.
And by someone who knows how.
Oh, and I suppose you think you're the proper person. I might be, if the right moment ever came.
You're a conceited, black-hearted varmint, Rhett Butler.
And I don't know why I let you come and see me.
I'll tell you why, Scarlett. Because I'm the only man over 16 and under 60... who's around to show you a good time.
But cheer up, the war can't last much longer.
Really, Rhett?
Why?
There's a battle going on right now that ought to pretty well fix things... one way or the other.
You haven't gotten the wooden-headed Mr. Wilkes out of your mind.
Yes, I suppose he's in it.
Oh, but tell me, Rhett, where is it? Some little town in Pennsylvania called Gettysburg.
Casualty list.
Here you is, Miss Melanie.
They was fighting for them, so it just got tore in half.
Scarlett, you look.
"Wellman, Wendell, White, Whitner, Wilkins...
"Williams, Woolsey, Workman. " Scarlett, you've passed him.
Oh, he isn't there!
He isn't there! Ashley's safe.
He isn't listed. Oh, he's safe, he's safe.
Oh, Scarlett, you're so sweet to worry about Ashley like this for me.
I must go to her.
Don't, my dear, not here.
Let's go home.
Dr. Meade, not...
Yes, our boy, Darcy.
I was making these mittens for him.
He won't need them now.
Mother, I'm going to enlist! I'll show them.
I'll kill all those Yankees.
Phil Meade, you hush your mouth.
You think it'll help your mother to have you off getting shot, too?
It's a black day, Scarlett.
You haven't had bad news, have you?
Ashley's safe.
I'm glad, for Mrs. Wilkes' sake.
Rhett, there are so many others.
Any of your friends?
Just about every family in the county. The Tarleton boys, Rhett, both of them.
Yes, look at them. All these poor tragic people.
The South's sinking to its knees.
It'll never rise again.
The cause... The cause of living in the past is dying right in front of us.
I never heard you talk like that before.
I'm angry. Waste always makes me angry. And that's what all this is, sheer waste.
But don't you be downcast.
Ashley Wilkes is still alive to come home to the women who love him... both of them.
Oh, you're here.
You're really here at last.
Oh, my dear, I've waited so long.
Oh, but we're forgetting Scarlett.
Scarlett, dear.
Well, is this any way to greet a returning warrior?
Ashley, I...
Merry Christmas, Ashley.
Come on, old gentleman, come on.
We've got all your wives.
We've got all your little chicks.
You got nobody to worry your head about leaving. Come on.
Now you just stand still so you can be a Christmas gift for the white folks.
Now hold on.
Hold on!
Don't go getting so uppity... even if you is the last chicken in Atlanta.
Let's not talk about the war.
It's Christmas. Let's talk about Twelve Oaks, and Tara, and all the times before the war.
Can we have the wine, Aunt Pittypat?
Why did you say there wasn't enough, Uncle Peter? There's plenty.
It's the very last of my father's fine Madeira.
He got it from his uncle, Admiral Will Hamilton of Savannah... who married his cousin, Jessica Carroll of Carrollton... who was his second cousin once removed and a kin to the Wilkeses, too.
I saved it to wish Ashley a Merry Christmas.
But you mustn't drink it all at once because it is the last.
I meant it, my dear.
It was a lovely Christmas gift.
Only generals have tunics like this nowadays.
I'm so happy you like it, dear.
Where did you get the cloth?
It was sent to me by a Charleston lady. I nursed her son while he was in the hospital, Ashley, before he died and...
Oh, you will take good care of it, won't you?
You won't let it get torn.
Promise me.
You mustn't worry. I'll bring it back to you without any holes in it, I promise.
Good night, my dear.
Is it time yet, Uncle Peter, for Mr. Ashley to leave?
Pretty quick now, Miss Scarlett. She isn't going to the depot with him?
She hasn't changed her mind?
No, ma'am. She's laying down. She's so upset Mr. Wilkes told her she can't even come downstairs.
Ashley, let me go to the depot with you.
Oh, Scarlett, I'd rather remember you as you are now... not shivering at the depot.
Oh, Ashley, I've got a present for you, too.
Why, Scarlett, it's beautiful.
Tie it on me, my dear.
While Melly was making your new tunic, I made this to go with it.
You made it yourself?
Well, then I shall value it all the more. You know there's nothing I wouldn't do for you.
There's something you can do for me.
What is it?
Will you look after Melanie for me? She's so frail and gentle and she loves you so much.
You see, if I were killed and she...
Oh, you mustn't say that. It's bad luck.
Say a prayer quickly.
You say one for me. We shall need all our prayers now the end is coming.
The end?
The end of the war. And the end of our world, Scarlett.
But, Ashley, you don't think the Yankees are beating us?
Scarlett, my men are barefooted now... and the snow in Virginia is deep.
When I see them... and I see the Yankees coming and coming, always more and more...
Well, when the end does come I shall be far away.
It'll be a comfort to me to know that she has you. You will promise, won't you?
Yes. Is that all, Ashley?
All except goodbye.
Oh, Ashley, I can't let you go.
- You must be brave... - No...
You must. How else can I bear going?
Oh, Scarlett, you are so fine and strong and beautiful.
Not just your sweet face, my dear... but you.
Ashley, kiss me.
No, Scarlett.
Oh, Ashley, I love you. I've always loved you.
I've never loved anyone else.
I only married Charles just to hurt you. Ashley, tell me you love me.
I'll live on it the rest of my life.
Goodbye.
When the war is over, Ashley.
And there's a place back home... where a wild plum tree comes to flower in the springtime.
Down by the creek, you know.
Yes, I know, I know.
When we were little, my brother Jeff and I used to... I told you about my brother Jeff, didn't I, ma'am?
I know I did.
He... We don't know where Jeff is now, ma'am.
Since Bull Run we haven't heard anything and...
Please, we must have your temperature now. Just take this in your mouth and not talk anymore.
Not just now. Melanie, I'm so tired.
I've got to go home.
Aren't you tired, Melanie? No, I'm not tired, Scarlett.
This might be...
Ashley. And only strangers here to comfort him.
No, I'm not tired, Scarlett.
They could all be...
I've been sitting by this curb one solid hour waiting to speak to you, Miss Wilkes.
Go on, you trash, don't you be pestering these ladies.
Don't talk to her, Melly.
It's all right, Scarlett.
My name's Belle Watling. But that don't matter.
I expect you think I've got no business here.
Hadn't you best tell me what you want to see me about?
First time I come here, I says, "Belle, you're a nurse. " But the ladies didn't want my kind of nursing.
Well, they was more than likely right. Then I tried giving them money.
My money wasn't good enough for them, either.
Old peahens!
I know a gentleman who says you're a human being.
If you are, which they ain't, you'll take my money for the hospital.
What are you doing here?
Haven't you been told twice already?
This time I'm conversing with Miss Wilkes. You might as well take my money, Miss Wilkes.
It's good money, even if it is mine.
I'm sure you're very generous. No, I'm not.
I'm a Confederate like everybody else, that's all.
Of course you are.
Some folks here wouldn't feel that way.
Look, Mrs. Meade.
It's a great deal of money.
$10, $20, $30, $50. And it's not our paper money.
It's gold.
Let me see that handkerchief.
And she's driving away in Rhett Butler's carriage!
Oh, if I just wasn't a lady what wouldn't I tell that varmint!
"Thy rod and thy staff, they comfort me. "
Yankees! Yankees!
Dr. Meade, they're getting closer. They'll never get into Atlanta. They'll never get through old Peg-Leg Hood.
We'll be safe in the hospital.
Give me something for the pain!
Sorry, son, we haven't got anything to give you. These animals is driving me crazy!
What luck!
You've got my jack! Give me an ace and I'll start another war!
I'll bid the moon!
I'll never see you or Pa again.
This leg's got to come off, soldier.
No, no!
Leave me alone! I'm sorry, soldier.
We're all run out of chloroform, Dr. Meade.
Then we'll have to operate without it. No, no! Leave me alone!
You can't do it. I won't let you do it to me!
Tell Dr. Wilson to take this leg off immediately.
It's gangrene. No, no!
Don't! I haven't seen my family in three days.
I'm going home for half an hour.
Nurse, you can free this bed.
Miss Scarlett!
Why, Frank Kennedy!
Miss Suellen, is she well?
When did they bring you in?
You all right?
Are you badly hurt? - But Miss Suellen, is she...
- She's all right, but I...
Dr. Wilson needs you in the operating room. He's going to take off that leg.
I'll be back.
No, no, leave me alone!
No, no, I can't stand it!
No don't! Don't cut! Don't cut!
Don't, don't! Please!
Where's the nurse?
Dr. Wilson's waiting. Let him wait! I'm going home!
I've done enough. I don't want any more men dying! I don't want any more!
Big Sam!
Big Sam! Big Sam!
Almighty Moses, it's Miss Scarlett!
Big Sam! Sam, 'Lige, 'Postel, Prophet!
I'm so glad to see you! Tell me about Tara, about my mother.
She didn't write me.
- She's gone and got sick, Miss Scarlett.
- Sick? Just a little bit sick, that's all.
Your pa was wild when they wouldn't let him fight 'cause of his broken knee.
He had fits when they took us field hands to dig ditches for white soldiers to hide in.
But your ma says the Confederacy needs us.
So we's gonna dig for the South.
Sam, was there a doctor?
Ma'am, we've got to march. Goodbye, Miss Scarlett.
Don't worry, we'll stop them Yankees. Goodbye, Big Sam.
Goodbye, boys. If any of you get sick or hurt, let me know.
- Goodbye, Miss Scarlett.
Climb into this buggy. This is no day for walking. You'll get run over.
Drive me to Aunt Pitty's, please.
Panic's a pretty sight, isn't it?
That's just another of Gen. Sherman's calling cards.
He'll be paying us a visit soon.
I've got to get out of here before the Yankees come!
And leave your work at the hospital?
Or have you had enough of death and lice and men chopped up?
I suppose you weren't meant for sick men, Scarlett.
Don't talk to me like that. I'm so scared. I wish I could get out of here.
Let's get out of here together.
No use staying here and letting the South come down around your ears.
There are too many nice places to go and visit.
Mexico, London, Paris...
- With you? - Yes, ma'am.
With a man who understands you and admires you for just what you are.
I figure we belong together, being the same sort.
I've been waiting for you to grow up and get that sad-eyed Ashley out of your heart.
Well, I hear Mrs. Wilkes is going to have a baby in another month or so.
It'll be hard loving a man with a wife and baby clinging to him.
Well, here we are. Are you going with me, or are you getting out?
I hate and despise you, Rhett Butler, and I'll hate and despise you till I die.
Oh, no, you won't, Scarlett. Not that long.
Miss Scarlett!
Miss Scarlett! Folks is all going to Macon and folks is running away and running away.
I can't bear it! Those cannon balls right in my ears!
I faint every time I hear one!
Uncle Peter, look out for that trunk!
But, Aunt Pitty, you aren't leaving?
I may be a coward, but oh, dear! Yankees in Georgia!
How did they ever get in? I'm going, too. Prissy, go pack my things.
Get them, quick! Wait, Aunt Pitty, I won't be a minute.
Scarlett, do you really think you ought to?
Scarlett! What is this?
You ain't planning on running away?
And don't you dare try to stop me. I'm never going back to that hospital.
I've had enough of smelling death and rot and death.
I'm going home. I want my mother.
My mother needs me. Now you've got to listen to me.
You must stay here! Without a chaperon, Dr. Meade?
It simply isn't done!
Good heavens, woman, this is war, not a garden party!
You've got to stay. Melanie needs you.
Oh, bother Melanie.
She's ill already. She shouldn't even be having a baby.
She may have a difficult time. Can't we take her along?
Do you want her to take that chance?
To be jounced over rough roads... and have her baby ahead of time, in a buggy?
It isn't my baby! You take care of her!
Scarlett! We haven't enough doctors... much less nurses to look after a sick woman.
You've got to stay for Melanie.
What for?
I don't know anything about babies being born! I knows, I knows.
I knows how to do it. I's done it lots and lots.
Let me, Doctor, let me.
I can do everything. - Good. Then I'll rely on you to help us.
- Yes, Doctor. Ashley's fighting in the field, fighting for the cause.
He may never come back.
He may die. Scarlett, we owe him a well-born child.
Ashley. If you're coming, Scarlett, hurry!
I promised Ashley... something.
Then you'll stay?
Good. Go along, Miss Pittypat.
Scarlett's staying.
Go on, Uncle Peter.
Oh, dear, I don't know what to do. It's like the end of the world.
Uncle Peter, my smelling salts.
Melanie, it's all your fault!
I hate you, I hate you!
And I hate your baby!
If only I hadn't promised Ashley!
If only I hadn't promised him!
Stop! Stop, please stop!
Is it true?
Are the Yankees coming?
I'm afraid so, ma'am.
The Army's pulling out.
Pulling out of Atlanta?
Leaving us to the Yankees? Not leaving, ma'am, evacuating. We've got to before Sherman cuts the McDonough Road and catches us.
It can't be true!
It can't be true!
What'll I do? Better refugee south right quick, ma'am.
Prissy, come here! Pack my things and Miss Melanie's, too.
We're going to Tara right away. The Yankees are coming!
Melly, we're going to...
I'm sorry to be such a bother, Scarlett.
It began at daybreak.
But the Yankees are coming.
Poor Scarlett.
You'd be at Tara now with your mother, wouldn't you... if it weren't for me?
Oh, Scarlett, darling... you've been so good to me.
No sister could have been sweeter.
I've been lying here thinking... if I should die... will you take my baby?
Oh, fiddle-dee-dee, Melly. Aren't things bad enough without you talking about dying?
- I'll send for Dr. Meade right away.
- Not yet, Scarlett. I couldn't let Dr. Meade sit here for hours, while...
- while all those poor, wounded boys...
Prissy! Prissy! Come here, quick!
Go get Dr. Meade! Run, quick!
Yes, ma'am.
The baby!
Well, don't stand there like a scared goat.
Hurry! I'll sell you South, I will!
I swear I will!
Where's that Prissy?
This room's like an oven already... and it isn't noon yet.
Oh, don't worry, Melly.
Mother says it always seems like the doctor will never come.
If I don't take a strap to that Prissy!
Oh, Melly. You know what I heard about Maybelle Merriwether?
You remember that funny-looking beau of hers?
The one with a uniform like ladies' red flannel underdrawers.
You don't have to keep on talking for my sake, Scarlett.
I know how worried you are.
Oh, Melly, I'll just go and fetch you some cool water.
You're as slow as molasses in January.
And where's Dr. Meade?
- I ain't never seen him, Miss Scarlett.
- What? No, ma'am.
He ain't at the hospital.
A man, he told me the doctor's down at the car shed with the wounded soldiers...
Well, why didn't you go after him?
Miss Scarlett. I's scared to go down there to the car shed.
There's folks dying down there and I's scared of dead folks.
Oh, you go sit by Miss Melly.
And don't you be upsetting her, or I'll whip the hide off you!
- Have you seen Dr. Meade?
Dr. Meade!
At last! Oh, thank heavens you're here.
I need every pair of hands. Come, child! Wake up!
We've got work to do. But Melly's having her baby.
You've got to come with me!
Are you crazy?
I can't leave these men for a baby! They're dying, hundreds of them!
Get some woman to help you. But there isn't anybody.
Dr. Meade, she might die!
Die!
Look at them! Bleeding to death in front of my eyes!
No chloroform! No bandages!
Nothing! Nothing to even ease their pain!
Now run along and don't bother me.
Now don't worry, child.
There's nothing to bringing a baby.
Now bring those stretchers in here!
Is the doctor come?
No, he can't come. Oh, Miss Scarlett, Miss Melly bad off.
He can't come.
There's nobody to come. Prissy, you've got to manage without the doctor.
Well, what is it?
Lordy, we've got to have a doctor.
I don't know nothing about birthing babies.
- What do you mean?
- I don't know...
You told me you knew everything about it.
I don't know how come I told such a lie. Ma ain't never let me around when folks was having them.
Stop it!
Go light a fire in the stove!
Keep boiling water in the kettle, get me the ball of twine and... and all the clean towels you can find, and the scissors.
Don't come telling me you can't find them. Go get them, and get them quick!
Coming, Melly.
Coming.
Go, Scarlett, before the Yankees get here.
You know I won't leave you. It's no use.
I'm going to die. Don't be a goose, Melly.
Hold on to me. Hold on to me. Talk to me, Scarlett.
Please talk to me.
Don't try to be brave, Melly.
Yell all you want, there's nobody to hear. Ma says that if you puts a knife under the bed, it cuts the pain in two.
Capt. Butler!
Capt. Butler!
Who do you want?
Capt. Butler. He's upstairs.
Thank you.
Capt. Butler!
Oh, Capt. Butler! What's all the rumpus about?
I's got a message for Capt. Butler, Miss Watling!
Capt. Butler, you come out here in the streets to me.
What is it, Prissy?
Miss Scarlett, she done sent me for you.
Miss Melly, she done had her baby today.
A fine baby boy... and Miss Scarlett and me, we brung him.
Do you mean to tell me that Scarlett...
Well, it was mostly me, Capt. Butler, only Miss Scarlett... she helped me a little, but I don't expect no doctor could have done no better!
Only Miss Melly, she feeling kind of poorly now it's all over!
Yes, I can believe that!
And the Yankees is coming, and Miss Scarlett, she said...
Oh, Capt. Butler, the Yankees is here!
Please come and bring your carriage for us right away.
I'm sorry, Prissy, but the Army took my horse and carriage.
You'd better come upstairs.
I'll see what I can do.
Oh, no, Capt. Butler! Ma would wear me out with a cornstalk if I was to go into Miss Watling's.
Any of you beauties know where I can steal a horse for a good cause?
- Whoa, Marse Robert. - Is that you, Rhett?
- We's here, Miss Scarlett.
We's here!
- Rhett, I knew you'd come.
Good evening. Nice weather we're having.
Prissy tells me you're planning on taking a trip. If you make any jokes now, I'll kill you!
Don't tell me you're frightened.
I'm scared to death. If you had the sense of a goat, you'd be scared too.
- Oh, the Yankees.
- No, not yet. That's what's left of our Army, blowing up the ammunition... so the Yankees won't get it.
We've got to get out of here.
At your service, madam.
Just where are you figuring on going?
Home, to Tara. They've been fighting all day around Tara.
Do you think you can parade through the Yankee Army... with a sick woman, a baby, and a simple-minded darky... or do you intend leaving them behind?
They're going with me.
I'm going home. You can't stop me! Don't you know it's dangerous jouncing Mrs. Wilkes over miles of open country?
I want my mother!
I want to go home to Tara!
Tara's probably been burned to the ground.
The woods are full of stragglers from both armies.
The least they'll do is take the horse away from you.
It isn't much of an animal, but I had trouble stealing it. I'm going home if I have to walk every step of the way.
I'll kill you if you try to stop me.
All right, darling, all right.
I guess anybody who did what you've done today can take care of Sherman.
Here, now. Stop crying.
Now blow your nose like a good little girl.
Prissy!
What are you doing?
I's packing, Miss Scarlett. Stop it and come get the baby.
Yes, ma'am.
Melly!
Mrs. Wilkes, we're taking you to Tara.
Tara...
- It's the only way, Melly.
- No. Sherman will burn the house over our heads if we stay.
It's all right, Melly.
My baby.
My poor baby.
Have you the strength to put your arms around my neck?
I think so.
Never mind.
Oh, Ashley, Charles...
What does she want? Ashley's picture, Charles' sword.
She wants us to bring them. Get them.
What's that?
Our gallant lads must have set fire to the warehouses near the depot.
There's enough ammunition in the boxcars to blow us to Tara.
We'll have to hurry to get across the tracks.
- You're not going that way! - We have to. The McDonough Road's the only one the Yankees haven't cut yet.
Oh, wait. I forgot to lock the front door.
What are you laughing at?
At you, locking the Yankees out.
Oh, dear, I wish they'd hurry.
I wouldn't be in such a hurry to see them go if I were you.
With them goes the last semblance of law and order.
The scavengers aren't wasting any time.
We've got to get out of here fast.
There's a horse!
Down the alley, cut them off.
Give me that horse.
They haven't left much for the Yankees to take, have they?
We'll have to make a dash for it before the fire reaches that ammunition.
Throw me your shawl.
Sorry, but you'll like it better if you don't see anything.
Take a good look, my dear.
It's a historic moment. You can tell your grandchildren... how you watched the old South disappear one night.
They were going to lick the Yankees in a month.
Poor gallant fools!
They make me sick, all of them! Getting us all into this with their swaggering and boasting.
That's the way I felt once about their swaggering and boasting.
Rhett, I'm so glad you aren't with the Army.
You can be proud now, proud that you've been smarter than all of them.
I'm not so proud.
Why did you stop? This is the turn to Tara.
Mrs. Wilkes. Miss Melly done fainted way back, Capt. Butler.
Well, she's probably better off. She couldn't stand the pain if she were conscious.
Scarlett, are you still determined to do this crazy thing?
Yes. I know we can get through, Rhett.
I'm sure we can. Not we, my dear. You.
I'm leaving you here.
You're what?
Rhett, where are you going? I'm going, my dear, to join the Army.
You're joking! I could kill you for scaring me so!
I'm very serious, Scarlett.
I'm going to join up with our brave lads in gray.
But they're running away!
No. They'll turn and make a last stand, if I know anything about them.
When they do, I'll be with them. A little late, but "Better late... "
Rhett, you must be joking!
Selfish to the end, aren't you?
Thinking only of your own precious hide, with never a thought for the noble cause.
Rhett, how could you do this to me... and why should you go now, after it's all over and I need you?
Why? Why?
Why? Maybe it's because I've always had a weakness for lost causes... once they're really lost.
Or maybe... maybe I'm ashamed of myself.
Who knows? You should die of shame to leave me here alone and helpless!
You helpless?
Heaven help the Yankees if they capture you!
Now climb down here.
I want to say goodbye.
No! Climb down.
Oh, Rhett, please don't go.
You can't leave me, please.
I'll never forgive you! I'm not asking you to forgive me.
I'll never understand or forgive myself. And if a bullet gets me, so help me, I'll laugh at myself for being an idiot.
But there's one thing I do know... and that is that I love you, Scarlett.
In spite of you, me and the whole silly world going to pieces around us...
I love you... because we're alike.
Bad lots, both of us. Selfish and shrewd... but able to look things in the eyes and call them by their right names.
Don't hold me like that!
Scarlett, look at me.
I love you more than I've ever loved any woman.
And I've waited longer for you than I've ever waited for any woman.
Here's a soldier of the South who loves you, Scarlett... wants to feel your arms around him... wants to carry the memory of your kisses into battle with him.
Never mind about loving me. You're a woman sending a soldier to his death with a beautiful memory.
Scarlett, kiss me.
You low-down, cowardly, nasty thing, you!
They were right! Everybody was right! You aren't a gentleman!
A minor point at such a moment.
Here. If anyone lays a hand on that nag, shoot him.
But don't make a mistake and shoot the nag.
Oh, go on. I want you to go.
I hope a cannonball lands slap on you.
I hope you're blown into a million pieces! Never mind the rest.
I follow your general idea. And when I'm dead on the altar of my country... I hope your conscience hurts you.
Goodbye, Scarlett.
Come on, you! We're going home.
Oh, my poor baby.
Don't worry, Melly.
Mother will take care of him when we get home. Miss Scarlett, I's powerful hungry.
We's got to have something to eat.
Oh, hush up!
We're nearly at Twelve Oaks.
We'll stop there. Go on!
Ashley, I'm glad you're not here to see this.
The Yankees!
Prissy, come tie up this cow!
We don't need no cow, Miss Scarlett.
We'll be home soon, and I's scared of cows.
Tear up your petticoat and tie her on to the back of the wagon.
We need milk for the baby, and we don't know what we'll find at home.
Melly!
Melly, we're home! We're at Tara!
Hurry! Move, you brute!
Miss Scarlett, he's dead!
I can't see the house!
Is it there? I can't see the house.
Oh, it's all right. It's all right!
They haven't burned it! It's still there!
Mother!
Mother! I'm home.
Mother! Mother!
Mother, let me in.
Pa!
Oh, Pa!
I'm home!
I'm home!
Katie. Katie Scarlett.
Oh, darling.
- Mammy, I'm home.
- Honey, honey child!
Oh, Mammy, I'm so...
Why... Miss Suellen and Miss Carreen, they was sick with the typhoid.
They had it bad, but they's doing all right now.
Just weak like little kittens.
But where's Mother?
Well...
Miss Ellen, she went down to nurse that Emmie Slattery, that white trash... and she took down with it, too.
- And last night, she...
Mother.
Miss Scarlett, honey. If there's anything I can do, Miss Scarlett...
What did you do with Miss Melly?
Don't you worry your pretty head about Miss Melly, child.
I done slapped her in bed already, along with the baby.
You better put that cow I brought into the barn, Pork.
There ain't no barn no more, Miss Scarlett. The Yankees done burned it for firewood.
They used the house for their headquarters.
They camped all around the place.
Yankees in Tara! Yes, ma'am, and they stole most everything they didn't burn.
All the clothes and all the rugs and even Miss Ellen's rosaries.
I'm starving, Pork.
Get me something to eat. There ain't nothing to eat, honey.
They took it all.
All the chickens, everything?
They took them the first thing. And what they didn't eat they carried off across their saddles.
Don't tell me any more about what they did!
What's this, Pa?
Whiskey? Yes, daughter.
Katie Scarlett, that's enough!
You're not knowing spirits, you'll make yourself tipsy.
I hope it makes me drunk. I'd like to be drunk.
What are those papers?
Bonds.
They're all we've saved.
All we have left.
Bonds. What kind of bonds, Pa?
Why, Confederate bonds, of course, daughter.
Confederate bonds. What good are they to anybody?
I'll not have you talking like that, Katie Scarlett.
Oh, Pa, what are we going to do with no money and nothing to eat?
We must ask your mother.
That's it!
We must ask Mrs. O'Hara.
- Yes. Mrs. O'Hara will know what's to be done.
Now don't be bothering me. Go out for a ride.
Oh, Pa... don't worry about anything.
Katie Scarlett's home.
You needn't worry.
Miss Scarlett. What are we gonna to do with nothing to feed those sick folks and that child?
I don't know, Mammy.
I don't know. We ain't got nothing but radishes in the garden.
Miss Scarlett, Miss Suellen and Miss Carreen... they's fussing to be sponged off.
Where are the other servants, Mammy?
Miss Scarlett, there's only just me and Pork left.
The others went off to the war or runned away. I can't take care of that baby and sick folks, too.
I's only got two hands.
Who's going to milk that cow, Miss Scarlett? We's houseworkers.
As God is my witness...
As God is my witness, they're not going to lick me.
I'm going to live through this, and when it's all over, I'll never be hungry again.
If I have to lie, steal, cheat or kill.
As God is my witness, I'll never be hungry again!
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Look at my hands.
Mother said you could always tell a lady by her hands.
I guess things like hands and ladies don't matter so much anymore.
You rest, Sue. You're not well yet, and I can pick cotton for both of us.
Scarlett's hateful, making us work in the fields like...
Too bad about that. Now get back to work.
I can't do everything at Tara all by myself.
What do I care about Tara? I hate Tara!
It's the same as hating Pa and Ma.
I've been talking to Prissy and Mammy.
I don't like the way you're treating them.
You must be firm with inferiors, but you must be gentle with them... especially darkies.
Yes, Pa, I know. But I'm not asking them to do anything I'm not doing myself.
Nevertheless, Katie Scarlett, I don't like it.
I shall speak to Mrs. O'Hara about it.
You are all working so hard.
I can't lie in bed doing nothing.
Go on back upstairs. You're as weak as a newborn colt.
Please, Scarlett, let me. Stop being noble.
I've got enough on my hands... without you making yourself sick so you'll never be any use.
Oh, I didn't think of it that way.
You ain't very friendly, are you?
You got anything else besides these earbobs?
You Yankees have been here before.
Regular little spitfire, ain't you?
What have you got hidden in your hand?
I'm glad you killed him.
Scarlett, what happened?
What is it?
Your big sister was cleaning a revolver... and it went off and nearly scared her to death.
Oh, thank goodness. Haven't we got enough to frighten us?
Tell Katie Scarlett she must be more careful.
What a cool liar you are, Melly.
We've got to get him out of here and bury him.
If the Yankees find him here, they'll... I didn't see anyone else.
I think he must be a deserter.
But even so, we've got to hide him.
They might hear about it, and then they'd come and get you.
I could bury him in the arbor where the ground is soft... but how will I get him out of here?
We'll both take a leg and drag him. You couldn't drag a cat.
I'm ashamed I didn't think of that myself.
You take the haversack, I'll search his pockets.
I'm feeling a little weak. Melly, I think it's full of money!
Oh, Melly, look! Look!
$10, $20, $30, $40... Don't stop to count it now.
We haven't got time.
Do you realize this means we'll have something to eat?
Look in his other pockets.
Hurry, hurry!
- We've got to get him out of here. - Here.
Give me your nightgown, Melly. I'll wad it around his head.
Don't be silly. I won't look at you.
If I had my petticoat or pantalets, I'd use them.
Now go back to bed. You'll be dead if you don't.
I'll clean up the mess when I've buried him.
No, I'll clean it up.
I won't think about that now.
I'll think about that tomorrow.
It's over! It's all over!
The war!
- It's not possible. - Why did we ever fight?
Ashley will be coming home.
Yes, Ashley will be coming home.
We'll plant more cotton. Cotton ought to go sky-high next year!
While we were marching through Georgia
We bring the jubilee Hurrah, hurrah!
The flag that makes you free
So we sing the chorus from Atlanta to the sea
While we were marching through Georgia
Get out of the road, rebel! Get out of the way!
Have you room in your carriage for a dying man?
I got no room for any Southern scum, alive or dead.
Get out of the way. I reckon he'd rather try and walk it at that.
Giddap!
Jump, you gray-backed beggars!
Act like they won the war!
Now you come on and give me them pants, Mr. Kennedy.
Come on.
You scrub yourself with that strong lye soap before I scrubs you myself.
I'm gonna put these britches in the boiling pot.
The whole Confederate Army's got the same trouble:
Crawling clothes and dysentery.
It's humiliating, how you treat Mr. Kennedy.
You'd be a sight more humiliated if Mr. Kennedy's lice gets on you!
Come on, Beau.
We must leave this gentleman alone because he's tired and he's hungry.
I don't mind, ma'am. Good to see a youngster again.
Nice little fellow.
Another two years of war and we could have had him with us in Cobb's Legion.
Were you in Cobb's Legion?
Why, then, you must know my husband, Maj. Wilkes.
Oh, yes, ma'am. He was captured at Spotsylvania, I think.
Captured! Oh, thank heavens, then he isn't...
Oh, my poor Ashley in a Yankee prison!
Melanie. Yes, Scarlett, I'm coming. Come along, Beau.
I'll watch out for him, ma'am. We're good friends. Oh, thank you.
And you give it all away to these starving scarecrows.
I'd sooner have a plague of locusts here. Don't scold me, Scarlett, please.
I've just heard that Ashley was taken prisoner.
- Ashley, a prisoner? - Yes.
And maybe if he's alive and well, he's on some Northern road right now.
And maybe some Northern woman is giving him a share of her dinner... and helping my beloved to come back home to me.
I hope so, Melly.
Miss Scarlett, I want to take up something with your pa, but... he doesn't seem to... Perhaps I can help you. I'm head of the house now.
Well, I... Miss Scarlett, I was aiming to ask for Suellen.
Do you mean to tell me you haven't asked for her... after all these years she's been counting on you?
Well, the truth is, I'm so much older than she is, and...
Well, now I haven't a cent to my name.
Who has nowadays?
Miss Scarlett, if true love carries any weight with you... you can be sure your sister will be rich in that.
I'll go out somewhere and get myself a little business if we're engaged.
As soon as I get on my feet again... All right, Frank.
I'm sure I can speak for Pa. You go ask her now.
Oh, thank you, Miss Scarlett.
Excuse me, excuse me.
Scarlett, what seems to be the trouble with Mr. Kennedy?
More trouble than he guesses.
He's finally asked for Suellen's hand. Oh, I'm so glad. It's a pity he can't marry her now.
At least there'd be one less mouth to feed.
I hope this one isn't hungry. He'll be hungry.
I'll tell Prissy to get an extra plate...
Darling!
Turn me loose, it's Ashley!
He's her husband, ain't he?
- Did you get the horse shod? - Yes, he shod all right.
Fine thing when a horse can get shoes and humans can't.
Here, stir this soap.
Yes, ma'am. Miss Scarlett, ma'am.
I gotta know how much money have you got left, in gold.
$10. Why?
That won't be enough.
What in heaven's name are you talking about?
Well, Miss Scarlett, I seed that old no-count white-trash Wilkerson... that used to be Mr. Gerald's overseer here.
He's a regular Yankee now, and he was making a brag... that his carpetbagger friends done run the taxes way up sky-high on Tara.
But how much more have we got to pay?
I hear the taxman say $300. $300!
Might just as well be $3 million.
But we gotta raise it, that's all. Yes, ma'am. How?
I'll go ask Mr. Ashley.
Oh, he ain't got no $300, Miss Scarlett.
Well, I can ask him if I want to, can't I?
Asking ain't getting.
They say Abe Lincoln got his start splitting rails. Think what heights I may climb to once I get the knack.
The Yankees want $300 more in taxes.
What shall we do?
Ashley, what's to become of us?
What becomes of people when their civilization breaks up?
Those who have brains and courage come through all right.
Those that haven't are winnowed out.
For heaven's sake, don't stand there talking nonsense at me... when it's us who are being winnowed out.
You're right, Scarlett.
Here I am talking tommyrot about civilization... when your Tara's in danger.
You've come to me for help, and I've no help to give you.
Oh, Scarlett, I... I'm a coward.
You, Ashley, a coward?
What are you afraid of?
Oh, mostly of life becoming too real for me, I suppose.
Not that I mind splitting rails... but I do mind very much losing the beauty of that life I loved.
If the war hadn't come, I'd have spent my life happily buried at Twelve Oaks.
But the war did come.
I saw my boyhood friends blown to bits.
I saw men crumple up in agony when I shot them.
And now I find myself in a world which for me is worse than death.
A world in which there's no place for me.
I can never make you understand because you don't know the meaning of fear.
You never mind facing realities... and you never want to escape from them as I do.
Escape?
Oh, Ashley, you're wrong.
I do want to escape, too. I'm so very tired of it all.
I've struggled for food and for money. I've weeded and hoed and picked cotton until I can't stand it another minute.
I tell you, Ashley, the South is dead. It's dead.
The Yankees and the carpetbaggers have got it and there's nothing left for us.
Oh, Ashley... let's run away.
They want officers in the Mexican Army. We could be so happy there.
I'd work for you, I'd do anything for you.
You know you don't love Melanie. You told me you loved me that day at Twelve Oaks.
And anyway, Melanie can't...
Dr. Meade told me she couldn't have any more children and I could give you...
Can't we ever forget that day at Twelve Oaks? Do you think I could ever forget it?
Have you forgotten it?
Can you honestly say you don't love me?
- No. I don't love you. - It's a lie!
Even if it is, do you think I'd leave Melanie and the baby, break Melanie's heart?
You couldn't leave your father and the girls.
I could leave them. I'm sick of them.
I'm tired of them.
Yes, you're sick and tired.
That's why you're talking this way.
You've carried the load for all of us... but from now on I'm going to be more help to you, I promise.
There's only one way you can help me.
Take me away. There's nothing to keep us here.
Nothing.
Nothing except honor.
Please, dear, you mustn't cry. You mustn't. Please, my brave dear, you mustn't.
- Say it, say it. - Don't, don't. You love me, you love me.
We won't do this, I tell you.
It won't happen again.
I'm going to take Melanie and the baby, and go.
Say it, you love me. All right, I'll say it.
I love your courage and your stubbornness.
So much that I could have forgotten the best wife a man ever had.
But, Scarlett, I'm not going to forget her.
Nothing to fight for.
Nothing to live for. Yes, there is something.
Something you love better than me... though you may not know it.
I still have this.
I won't have you all starve simply because I threw myself at your head.
It won't happen again.
Stop!
You haven't forgotten your old overseer, have you?
Well, Emmy's Mrs. Wilkerson now.
Get off those steps, you trashy wench! Get off this land!
You can't speak that way to my wife. Wife!
High time you made her your wife.
Who baptized your other brats after you killed my mother?
We came out here to pay a friendly call and talk a little business with old friends.
When were we ever friends with the likes of you?
Still high and mighty, ain't you?
I know your father's turned idiot.
You can't pay your taxes.
And I come here to offer to buy the place from you... to make you a right good offer.
Emmy's had a hankering to live here. Get off this place, you dirty Yankee.
You high-flying Irish will find out who's running things around here... when you get sold out for taxes.
I'll buy this place lock, stock and barrel and I'll live in it.
But I'll wait for the Sheriff's sale.
That's all of Tara you'll ever get!
You'll be sorry for that.
I'll show you who the owner of Tara is.
Pa, come back!
Yankee coward!
Lordsy, Miss Scarlett.
You take it. It's for you. Pa'd want you to have it.
You ain't got no business parting from this watch now, Miss Scarlett.
You needs all your valuables to sell for that tax money.
You think I'd sell Pa's watch?
And don't cry.
I can stand everybody's tears but yours.
You been brave so long, Miss Scarlett, you just gotta go on being brave. Think about your pa like he used to be.
I can't think about Pa.
I can't think of anything but that $300.
Ain't no good thinking about that, Miss Scarlett.
Ain't nobody got that much money. Nobody but Yankees and scalawags got that much money now.
Rhett!
I haven't any clothes.
What you up to with Miss Ellen's portiere? You'll make me a new dress.
Not with Miss Ellen's portieres.
Not while I got breath in me.
Great balls of fire! They're my portieres now.
I'm going to Atlanta for that $300 and I've got to go looking like a queen.
- Who going to Atlanta with you? - I'm going alone. That's what you think.
I's going to Atlanta with you.
With you and that new dress.
Now, Mammy, darling. No use to try to sweet-talk me, Miss Scarlett.
I's knowed you since I put the first pair of diapers on you.
I said I's going to Atlanta with you, and going I is.
Kings and treys, huh? Too good for me, Major!
Pity we couldn't have fought the war out in a poker game.
You'd have done better than Gen. Grant with far less effort.
What is it, Corporal? Sir, there's a lady to see Capt. Butler.
Says she's his sister.
Another sister?
This is a jail, not a harem, Capt. Butler.
No, Major, she ain't one of those.
This one's got her mammy with her. She has?
I'd like to see this one, Major, without her mammy.
Let's see, my losses for the afternoon come to what?
$340.
My debts do mount up, don't they, Major?
All right, Corporal. Show Capt. Butler's sister to his cell.
Thank you, Major. Excuse me, gentlemen.
It's hard to be strict with a man who loses money so pleasantly. - Rhett! - Scarlett!
It's all right, Corporal.
My sister has brought me no files or saws.
On the forehead like a good brother. No, thanks.
I'll wait and hope for better things.
Oh, Rhett, I was so distressed when I heard you were in jail.
I simply couldn't sleep for thinking.
It's not true they're going to hang you?
Would you be sorry? - Oh, Rhett!
- Well, don't worry yet.
They have plotted some charge against me... but they're really after my money.
They think I made off with the Confederate Treasury. Well, did you?
What a leading question.
But let's not talk about sordid things like money.
How good of you to come and see me. And how pretty you look.
Oh, Rhett, how you do run on, teasing a country girl like me.
Thank heavens you're not in rags. I'm tired of seeing women in rags. Turn around.
You look good enough to eat. And prosperous, too.
Thank you, I've been doing very well. Everybody's doing well at Tara, only...
I got so bored I just thought I'd treat myself to a visit to town.
You're a heartless creature. But that's part of your charm.
You know you've got more charm than the law allows.
Now I didn't come here to talk silliness about me, Rhett.
I came because I was so miserable at the thought of you in trouble.
I was mad at you the night you left me on the road to Tara... and I still haven't forgiven you.
Oh, Scarlett, don't say that.
Well, I must admit I might not be alive now, only for you.
And when I think of myself with everything I could possibly hope for... and not a care in the world, and you here in this horrid jail... and not even a human jail, Rhett, a horse jail.
Oh, listen to me trying to make jokes when... when I really want to cry.
In a minute I shall cry.
Scarlett, can it be possible that...
Can what be possible, Rhett?
That you've grown a woman's heart, a real woman's heart?
I have, Rhett. I know I have.
You know, it's worth being in jail just to hear you say that.
It's well worth it.
You can drop the moonlight and magnolias, Scarlett.
So things have been going well at Tara, have they?
What have you done with your hands?
I went riding last week without my gloves. These don't belong to a lady.
You've worked with them like a field hand.
What are you up to?
In another minute, I'd almost believe you cared something.
But I do care.
Suppose we get down to the truth. You want something from me badly enough... to put on quite a show in your velvets.
What is it?
Money?
I want $300 to pay the taxes on Tara.
I did lie to you when I said everything was all right.
Things are just as bad as they possibly could be. And you've got millions, Rhett.
What collateral are you offering? - My earbobs.
- Not interested.
- A mortgage on Tara.
- What would I do with a farm?
You wouldn't lose.
I'd pay you back out of next year's cotton. Not good enough.
Have you nothing better?
You once said you loved me.
If you still love me, Rhett...
You haven't forgotten that I'm not a marrying man?
No, I haven't forgotten.
You're not worth $300.
You'll never mean anything but misery to any man.
Go on, insult me. I don't care what you say, only give me the money.
I won't let Tara go. I can't let it go while there's a breath left in my body. Oh, Rhett.
Won't you please give me the money?
I couldn't give you the money if I wanted to.
My funds are in Liverpool, not in Atlanta.
If I tried drawing a draft, the Yankees'd be on me like a duck on a June bug.
So you see, my dear, you've abased yourself to no purpose.
Here, here, here, stop it!
Want the Yankees to see you like this?
Take your hands off me, you skunk. You knew what I was going to say before I started.
You knew you wouldn't lend me the money and yet you let me go on.
I enjoyed hearing what you had to say. Cheer up.
You can come to my hanging and I'll remember you in my will. I'll come to your hanging.
The only thing I'm afraid of... is that they won't hang you in time to pay the taxes on Tara.
Tell him Belle Watling.
Where you been lately?
Thought you'd deserted Capt. Butler.
Oh, I keep myself occupied. Help me out.
I ain't never seen hair that color before in my life.
Does you know a dyed-haired woman?
I wish I did know that one. She'd get my money for me.
No matter what they done to you in that jail... they didn't do no more than you deserve... for visiting white trash in a jail!
Fresh and green.
Right off the farm.
Hey, what are you doing tonight, Susy?
That's one of them Georgia peaches.
There's nothing like that in Ohio.
- You know what we're going to do? - What?
We're going to give every last one of you 40 acres and a mule!
- Forty acres and a mule!
Gee!
'Cause we're your friends... and you're gonna become voters... and you're gonna vote like your friends do!
What's your hurry, sister?
What's come over this here town?
Yankees have come over it! Same as they've come over all of us.
Out of our way, trash!
Get out of the way here. Get away!
Go on!
Surely it can't be Miss Scarlett!
- Why, Frank Kennedy!
- And Mammy!
It sure is good to see home folks.
I didn't know you were in Atlanta. I didn't know you were.
Didn't Miss Suellen tell you about my store?
I don't remember.
Have you a store?
This?
Won't you come in and look around a bit?
I don't suppose it looks like much to a lady, but...
I can't help being proud of it.
You're not making money?
Well, I can't complain.
In fact, I'm mighty encouraged.
Folks tell me I'm just a born merchant.
It won't be long now before Miss Suellen and I can marry.
Are you doing as well as all that?
Yes, I am, Miss Scarlett.
I'm no millionaire yet... but I've cleared $1,000 already.
And lumber, too.
Well... that's only a sideline.
A sideline, Frank?
With all the good Georgia pine around Atlanta and all this building going on?
Well, all that takes money, Miss Scarlett... and I've got to be thinking about buying a home.
What do you want a home for?
For Miss Suellen and me to set up housekeeping.
Here in Atlanta.
You'd want to bring her to Atlanta, wouldn't you?
There wouldn't be much help in that for Tara.
I don't rightly know what you mean, Miss Scarlett.
I don't mean a thing.
Frank, how'd you like to drive me out to my Aunt Pitty's?
Nothing would give me more pleasure, Miss Scarlett.
You'd better stay to supper, too.
I'm sure Aunt Pitty'd be agreeable and I'd like a good long visit with you.
Oh, you act on me just like a tonic, Miss Scarlett.
And will you tell me all the news... all the news of Miss Suellen?
What's the matter, Miss Scarlett?
Miss Suellen's not ill, is she?
Oh, no, no. I thought surely she had written you.
I guess she was ashamed to write you. She should be ashamed.
Oh, how awful to have such a mean sister.
You must tell me, Miss Scarlett.
Don't leave me on tenterhooks.
Well, she's going to marry one of the county boys next month.
She just got tired of waiting and was afraid she'd be an old maid...
Oh, I'm sorry to be the one to tell you.
Oh, it's cold. I left my muff at home.
Would you mind if I put my hand in your pocket?
But, Melanie, you don't realize what she's done.
She's gone and married my Mr. Kennedy.
He's my beau, and she's gone and married him.
She did it to save Tara, you must understand that.
I hate Tara!
And I hate Scarlett! She's the only thing I hate worse than Tara.
It's all my fault.
I should have committed highway robbery to get that tax money for you.
I couldn't let you do anything like that, and...
Well, anyway, it's done now.
Yes, it's done now.
You wouldn't let me do anything dishonorable... but you'd sell yourself in marriage to a man you didn't love.
Well, at least you won't have to worry about my helplessness anymore.
What do you mean?
I'm going to New York.
I've arranged to get a position in a bank there.
But you can't do that.
I counted on you to help me start a lumber business, Ashley... and, well, I counted on you.
I wouldn't be any good to you.
I don't know anything about the lumber business.
You know as much as you do about banking.
And I'd give you half the business, Ashley.
That's generous of you, Scarlett.
But it isn't that.
If I go to Atlanta and take help from you again...
I'd bury forever any hope of standing alone.
Oh, is that all?
Well, you could gradually buy the business and then it would be your own, and...
No, Scarlett.
Scarlett, what is it?
Ashley's so mean and hateful.
What have you done?
She wanted me to go to Atlanta.
To help me start my lumber business, and he won't lift a finger to help me, and he...
Why, how unchivalrous of you.
Why, think, Ashley, think.
If it hadn't been for Scarlett, I'd have died in Atlanta.
And maybe we wouldn't have had little Beau... and when I think of her picking cotton and plowing just to keep food... in our mouths, I could just...
Oh, my darling.
All right, Melanie. I'll go to Atlanta.
I can't fight you both.
Well, here's your new mill hands, Mrs. Kennedy.
The pick of all the best jails in Georgia.
They look pretty thin and weak to me, Gallagher. Halt!
They're the best you can lease, ma'am.
And if you'll just give Johnny Gallagher a free hand... you'll get what you want out of them.
All right, you're the foreman.
All I ask is, you keep the mill running and deliver my lumber when I want it.
Johnny Gallagher's your man, miss.
But remember... no questions and no interference. That's a bargain.
Start them in the morning, Gallagher. Come on, get a move on!
Come on, move on there!
But, Scarlett, this isn't right and you know it. It's bad enough for a woman to be in business, but...
What are you complaining about?
You wouldn't have owned a mill had I not taken over.
I didn't want the mill, and we couldn't have bought it... if you hadn't pressed all of our friends for the money they owed me.
Isn't that right, Ashley?
What, are you running a charitable institution?
Go back to the store, then go home and take your medicine. You're not looking very well.
But, sugar, shouldn't you come home with me?
Great balls of fire. Don't bother me anymore, and don't call me sugar!
All right, all right. Good night, Ashley.
She can get mad quicker than any woman I ever saw.
Scarlett, I don't like to interfere, but...
I do wish you'd let me hire free darkies instead of using convicts.
I believe we could do better. Darkies!
Why, their pay would break us, and convicts are dirt-cheap.
If we just give Gallagher a free hand... A free hand!
You know what that means.
He'll starve them and whip them.
Some of them are sick, underfed...
Oh, Ashley, how you do run on.
Left alone, you'd be giving them chicken three times a day and... tucking them to sleep with eiderdown quilts.
I will not make money out of the enforced labor and misery of others.
You weren't so particular about owning slaves.
That was different. We didn't treat them that way.
Besides, I'd have freed them all when father died... if the war hadn't already freed them.
Oh, I'm sorry, Ashley.
But have you forgotten what it's like without money?
I found out that money is the most important thing in the world... and I don't intend ever to be without it again.
I'll make enough so the Yankees can never take Tara away from me. I'll make it the only way I know how.
But we're not the only Southerners who have suffered.
Look at all our friends. They're keeping their honor and their kindness, too.
And they're starving. I've got no use for fools who won't help themselves.
I know what they're saying about me, and I don't care.
I'll make friends with Yankee carpetbaggers.
I'll beat them at their own game, and you'll beat them with me.
That's it. Move it a little over to that side.
Afternoon, Mrs. Kennedy. Good afternoon.
Business is certainly growing, ain't it?
It certainly is.
But you're doing business with the same people who robbed us... and tortured us and left us to starve.
All that's past, Melly.
And I intend to make the best of things, even if they are Yankee things.
And do you know, Dolly Merriwether, that Dr. Meade actually saw her... peddling lumber to those Yankees herself.
And that isn't all...
I think it's shocking what she's doing to my brother Ashley.
She's even taken to driving her own buggy.
My dear Mrs. Kennedy. My very dear Mrs. Kennedy.
I don't see how you have the gall to face me.
When I think you could have had my millions... if you'd just waited a little while.
Oh, how fickle is woman!
What is it you want?
I have important things to do.
Would you satisfy my curiosity on a point which has bothered me for some time?
Well, what is it? Be quick.
Tell me, Scarlett, do you never shrink from marrying men you don't love?
How did you ever get out of jail?
Why didn't they hang you?
Not much trouble. There's nothing much that money won't buy.
I observe it's even bought you the honorable Mr. Wilkes.
So you still hate Ashley Wilkes. Do you know, I believe you're jealous of him.
You still think you're the belle of the county, don't you?
That you're the cutest little trick in shoe leather.
Every man you meet is dying of love for you.
Let me by!
Don't be angry, Scarlett. Tell me, where are you going?
To the mill, if it's any of your business.
Through shantytown, alone?
Haven't you been told it's dangerous to drive alone through all that riffraff?
Don't worry about me.
I can shoot straight if I don't have to shoot too far.
What a woman!
Could you give me a quarter?
Let go of my horse!
Hold this horse!
Help!
Help!
Miss Scarlett!
Miss Scarlett, wait!
It's Big Sam!
Big Sam!
Miss Scarlett! Wait!
Sam!
Is you hurt, Miss Scarlett?
Did they hurt you?
Don't you cry, Miss Scarlett. Big Sam'll get you out of this in a jiffy.
Horse, make tracks!
You get to Tara just as quick as you can and stay there.
I sure will. I got enough of them carpetbaggers.
Thank you, Mr. Frank. Goodbye, Miss Scarlett.
Goodbye, Sam, and thank you.
Scarlett, change your dress and go over to Miss Melly's for the evening.
I've got to go to a political meeting.
A political meeting!
How can you go to a political meeting... after what I've been through this afternoon?
Oh, sugar! You're more scared than hurt.
Nobody cares about me.
You all act as though it was nothing at all.
The men talk, talk, talk about protecting our women... and after what happened to me today Frank has to go to a political meeting.
And if it won't pain you too much, India Wilkes...
I'd be much obliged if you'll tell me why you're staring at me. Has my face gone green or something?
It won't pain me!
What happened this afternoon was just what you deserved!
If there was any justice, you'd have gotten worse.
India, hush up! Let her talk.
She's always hated me!
Ever since I took your brother away from her... though she's too much of a hypocrite to admit it!
If she thought anyone'd go for her... she'd walk down the street naked!
I do hate you!
You've done all you could to lower the prestige of decent people.
Now you've endangered the lives of our men, because they... India!
I don't think we'd better say any more, or one of us will be saying too much.
What's going on around here that I don't know about?
Somebody's coming up the walk. Somebody that ain't Mr. Ashley.
Will you hand me the pistol, please, Mrs. Meade?
Whoever it is... we know nothing.
Where have they gone? You've got to tell me, Mrs. Wilkes. It's life or death!
Don't tell him anything. He's a Yankee spy.
Quickly, please! There may still be time.
How did you know?
I was playing poker with two Yankee captains.
They knew there'd be trouble. They've sent their cavalry out.
Your husband and his friends are walking into a trap.
Don't tell him!
He's trying to trap you!
At the Decatur Road. The old Sullivan plantation. The house is burned.
They're meeting in the cellar.
I'll do what I can.
What's all this about? If you don't tell me, I'll go crazy!
We thought it best not to tell you.
Ashley, Frank and the others have gone to clean out those woods... where you were attacked.
A great many Southern gentlemen have... done this lately for our protection.
And if they're captured, they'll be hanged, Scarlett! And it will be your fault!
Another word, and you go out of this house, India!
Scarlett did what she thought she had to do.
And our men are doing what they think they have to do.
Frank!
And Ashley!
Oh, it isn't possible!
There's horses, Miss Melly. Here they come.
You're sewing, you're sewing.
Open the door, Mammy.
Good evening, Mrs. Kennedy.
Which of you ladies is Mrs. Wilkes?
I am Mrs. Wilkes.
I should like to speak to Mr. Wilkes, if you please.
He's not here.
Are you sure?
Don't you doubt Miss Melly's word.
I meant no disrespect, Mrs. Wilkes.
If you'll give me your word, I won't search the house.
Search if you like, but Mr. Wilkes is at a political meeting at Mr. Kennedy's store.
He's not at the store, and there's no meeting tonight! No political meeting.
We'll wait outside till he and his friends return.
Sergeant, surround the house. Put a man on each door and window.
Keep on with your sewing, ladies.
And I'll read aloud.
"The Personal History and Experience of David Copperfield.
"Chapter one.
"I am born.
"To begin my life with the beginning of my life, I record that I was born.
"Chapter Nine. I have a memorable birthday.
"I pass over all that happened at school...
"until the anniversary of my birthday came around in March.
"Except that Steerforth was more to be admired than ever... "I remember nothing.
"He was going away at the end of the half-year, if not sooner...
"and was more spirited and independent than before in my eyes...
"and therefore more engaging than before; but...
"beyond this I remember nothing.
"The great...
"I remember nothing. "
They're drunk!
Leave this to me, Scarlett. And please, say nothing.
You stupid fool!
Quiet!
Will you shut up for the love of...
Hello, Melly.
So you've got my husband intoxicated again, Capt. Butler!
Well, bring him in.
I'm sorry, Mrs. Wilkes. Your husband's under arrest.
If you arrest all the men who get intoxicated... you must have a good many Yankees in jail.
Bring him in, Capt. Butler. If you can walk yourself.
I want to tell you a story...
Listen, Doctor, I...
Put him there in that chair.
And now, Capt. Butler, will you please leave my house... and try to remember not to come here again?
Well, now, that's fine thanks I get for bringing him home... and not leaving him on the streets in this shameful condition!
Now, boys, all together!
Dr. Meade... I'm astonished at you!
How can you do this to me?
I ain't so very drunk, Melly.
Take him into the bedroom and lay him out on the bed as usual.
Don't touch him, he's under arrest! Now, Tom.
What do you want to arrest him for?
I've seen him drunker.
I've seen you drunker! And you've seen me...
He can lie in the gutter for all I care! I'm not a policeman.
But he led a raid tonight on that shantytown... where Mrs. Kennedy got into trouble this afternoon.
A lot of those shanties were burned. A couple of men were killed.
It's about time you rebels learned you can't take the law into your own hands.
What are you laughing at?
This isn't your night to teach that lesson, Tom.
These two have been with me tonight. Yes, sir.
With you, Rhett?
Where?
I don't like to say in the presence of ladies.
You'd better say.
Come out on the porch and I'll tell you.
Speak out, Capt. Butler! I think I have a right to know where my husband's been.
Well, ma'am, we dropped in on a friend of mine... and the Captain's.
A Mrs. Belle Watling.
We played cards, drank champagne and... well...
Now you've done it! Did you have to show me up in front of my wife?
Now I hope you're satisfied, Tom.
These ladies won't be on speaking terms with their husbands tomorrow.
Rhett, I had no idea, I...
Look here, will you take an oath that they were with you tonight at... at Belle's?
Ask Belle, if you don't believe me. She'll tell you, Captain.
Will you give me your word as a gentleman?
As a gentleman?
Why, certainly, Tom.
Well, if I... if I've made a mistake, I'm sorry.
I hope you'll forgive me, Mrs. Wilkes. I...
If you'll go and leave us in peace, please.
Well, I say I'm sorry, and... well, I am sorry.
Come on, Sergeant.
Lock that door. Pull down the shades.
He's all right. It's only in the shoulder.
Get him on the bed where I can dress the wound.
I think I can walk.
It's not worth the effort. Which way?
In here.
- Mammy, I want some hot water. - Yes, sir.
- And lint for bandages. - I'll find some.
Now what can I use for a probe?
If I only had my bag.
Were you really there?
What did it look like?
Does she have cut-glass chandeliers, plush curtains and dozens of mirrors?
Good heavens, Mrs. Meade, remember yourself.
Now, Capt. Butler, tell me what happened, all that happened.
I was too late.
When I got to the old Sullivan place... there'd already been a skirmish with the Yankees.
I found Mr. Wilkes wounded and Dr. Meade was with him.
I had to prove they had been somewhere, anyplace but where they were.
So I took them to Belle's.
And she took them in?
She's by way of being an old friend of mine. Oh, I'm sorry.
I...
I'm sorry I couldn't think up a more dignified alibi.
This isn't the first time you've come between me and disaster, Capt. Butler.
It isn't likely that I'd question any device of yours.
And now I'll go and see what Dr. Meade needs.
Have you no interest in what's become of your own husband, Mrs. Kennedy?
Did Frank go with you to Belle Watling's?
No.
Well, where is he?
He's lying out on Decatur Road... shot through the head.
He's dead.
Who is it?
It's Miss Watling.
Oh, Miss Watling! Won't you come in the house?
Oh, no, I couldn't do that, Miss Wilkes.
You come in and sit a minute with me.
How can I thank you enough for what you did for us? How can any of us thank you enough?
I got your note saying you was going to call on me and thank me.
Why, Miss Wilkes, you must have lost your mind.
I come up here as soon as it was dark to tell you... you mustn't even think of any such thing.
Why, I'm...
Why, you're...
Well, it wouldn't be fitting at all.
It wouldn't be fitting to thank a kind woman who saved my husband's life?
Miss Wilkes, there ain't never been a lady in this town nice to me like you was.
I mean, about the money for the hospital, you know.
And I don't forget a kindness.
And I got to thinking about you being left a widow with a little boy... if Mr. Wilkes got hung... and he's a nice little boy, your boy is, Miss Wilkes.
I got a boy myself and so I...
Oh, you have?
Does he live...
Oh, no, ma'am, he ain't here in Atlanta.
He ain't never been here.
He's off at school.
I ain't seen him since he was little.
Well, anyway, if it had been that Miss Kennedy's husband by himself...
I wouldn't have lifted a finger, no matter what Capt. Butler said.
She's a mighty cold woman.
Prancing about Atlanta by herself.
She killed her husband same as if she shot him.
You mustn't say unkind things about my sister-in-law.
Please don't freeze me, Miss Wilkes.
I forgot how you liked her.
But she just ain't in the same class with you and I can't help it if I think so.
Well, anyway, I got to be going.
I'm scared somebody'll recognize this carriage if I stayed here any longer.
That wouldn't do you no good.
And, Miss Wilkes... if you ever see me on the street, you don't have to speak to me.
I'll understand.
I should be proud to speak to you.
Proud to be under obligation to you.
I hope we meet again.
Oh, no, ma'am, that wouldn't be fitting.
- Good night, Miss Wilkes.
- Good night, Miss Watling.
And you're wrong about Mrs. Kennedy.
She's brokenhearted about her husband.
Great balls of fire!
Miss Scarlett, Capt. Butler here to see you. I told him you was prostrate with grief.
Tell him I'll be right down, Mammy.
She says she's coming.
I don't know why she's coming. But she's a-coming.
You don't like me, Mammy.
Now don't you argue with me. You don't. You really don't.
It's no good, Scarlett.
What?
The cologne.
I'm sure I don't know what you mean.
I mean you've been drinking. Brandy. Quite a lot.
What if I have? Is that any of your affair?
Don't drink alone, Scarlett.
People always find out and it ruins the reputation.
What is it?
This is more than losing old Frank.
I'm so afraid.
I don't believe it. You've never been afraid in your life.
I'm afraid now.
I'm afraid of dying and going to hell.
You look pretty healthy, and maybe there isn't any hell.
Oh, there is. I know there is. I was raised on it.
Well, far be it from me to question the teachings of childhood.
Tell me what you've done that hell yawns before you.
I ought never to have married Frank to begin with.
He was Suellen's beau and he loved her, not me.
And I made him miserable. And I killed him.
Yes, I did. I killed him.
For the first time I'm finding out what it is to be sorry for something I've done.
Dry your eyes.
If you had it all to do over again, you'd do no differently.
You're like the thief who isn't the least bit sorry he stole... but he's terribly, terribly sorry he's going to jail.
I'm glad Mother's dead.
I'm glad she's dead so she can't see me.
I always wanted to be like her, calm and kind and...
And I certainly have turned out disappointing.
You know, Scarlett, I think you're on the verge of a crying jag.
So I'll change the subject and say what I came to say.
Say it, then, and get out!
What is it?
That I can't go on any longer without you.
You are the most ill-bred man to come here at a time like this with your filthy...
I made up my mind that you were the only woman for me... the first day I saw you at Twelve Oaks.
Now that you've got the lumber mill and Frank's money... you won't come to me as you did to the jail.
So I see I shall have to marry you.
I never heard of such bad taste.
Would you be more convinced if I fell to my knees?
Turn me loose, you varmint, and get out of here!
Forgive me for startling you with the impetuosity of my sentiments... my dear Scarlett.
I mean, my dear Mrs. Kennedy.
But it cannot have escaped your notice that for some time past... the friendship I have felt for you has ripened into a deeper feeling.
A feeling more beautiful, more pure, more sacred.
Dare I name it? Can it be love?
Get up off your knees. I don't like your common jokes.
This is an honorable proposal of marriage... made at what I consider a most opportune moment.
I can't go all my life waiting to catch you between husbands.
You're coarse, and you're conceited.
And I think this conversation has gone far enough.
Besides, I shall never marry again.
Oh, yes, you will, and you'll marry me.
You? You?
I don't love you!
And I don't like being married.
Did you ever think of marrying just for fun?
Marriage, fun? Fiddle-dee-dee.
Fun for men, you mean. Hush up!
Do you want them to hear you?
You've been married to a boy and an old man.
Why not try a husband of the right age, with a way with women?
You're a fool, Rhett Butler, when you know I shall always love another man.
Stop it!
Do you hear me, Scarlett? Stop it!
No more of that talk.
Rhett, don't, I shall faint.
I want you to faint. This is what you were meant for.
None of the fools you've known have kissed you like this, have they?
Your Charles, or your Frank, or your stupid Ashley.
Say you're going to marry me. Say "yes. " Say "yes. "
Yes.
Are you sure you meant it? You don't want to take it back?
No.
Look at me and try to tell me the truth.
Did you say "yes" because of my money?
Well... Yes. Partly.
Partly?
Well, you know, Rhett, money does help, and of course I am fond of you.
Fond of me?
If I said I was madly in love with you, you'd know I was lying... but you always said we had a lot in common...
Yes, you're right, my dear.
I'm not in love with you any more than you are with me.
Heaven help the man who ever really loves you.
What kind of a ring would you like, my darling?
A diamond ring. And do buy a great big one, Rhett.
You shall have the biggest and the most vulgar ring in Atlanta.
We'll go to New Orleans for the most expensive honeymoon... my ill-gotten gains can buy.
That would be just heavenly.
And I think I'll buy your trousseau for you, too.
Rhett, how wonderful, but... you won't tell anybody, will you, Rhett?
Still the little hypocrite.
Aren't you going to kiss me goodbye?
Don't you think you've had enough kissing for one afternoon?
You're impossible. You can go and I don't care if you never come back.
But I will come back.
What are you thinking about, Scarlett?
I'm thinking about how rich we are.
Rhett, I can keep the lumber business too, can't I?
Yes, of course you can, if it amuses you.
Now that you're rich you can tell everyone to go to the devil... as you've always said you wanted to.
But you were the main one I wanted to go to the devil.
Don't scrape the plate, Scarlett. I'm sure there's more in the kitchen.
Rhett, can I have one of those chocolate ones stuffed with meringue?
If you don't stop being such a glutton, you'll get as fat as Mammy.
Then I'll divorce you.
Wouldn't it be nice if you bought something for Mammy, too?
Why should I buy her a present when she called us both mules?
Mules?
Why mules?
Yes, she said we could give ourselves airs, and get ourselves all slicked up... like racehorses but we were just mules in horse harness... and we didn't fool anybody.
I never heard anything more true.
Mammy's a smart old soul... and one of the few people I know whose respect I'd like to have.
I won't give her a thing. She doesn't deserve it.
Then I'll take her a petticoat.
My Mammy always said when she went to heaven... she wanted a red taffeta petticoat, so stiff that it would stand by itself... and so rustly, the Lord would think it was made of angels' wings.
Well, she won't take it from you. She'd rather die than wear it.
That may be, but I'm making the gesture just the same.
Wake up! Wake up!
You were having another nightmare.
I was so cold and hungry... and so tired I...
I couldn't find it. I ran through the mist and I couldn't find it.
- Find what, honey? - I don't know.
I always dream the same dream and I never know.
It seems to be hidden in the mist.
Darling.
Rhett, do you think I'll ever dream that I've found it and that I'm safe?
Dreams don't work that way, but when you get used to being safe and warm... you'll stop dreaming that dream.
And, Scarlett, I'm going to see that you are safe.
Would you do something for me if I asked you?
You know I would.
Will you take me away from here?
Don't you like New Orleans?
I love New Orleans, but I want to go home and visit Tara.
Will you take me to Tara?
Yes, Scarlett, of course I will.
We'll go tomorrow.
You get your strength from this red earth of Tara, Scarlett.
You're part of it, and it's part of you.
Rhett, I'd give anything to have Tara the way it was before the war.
Would you?
Then go ahead and make it that way. Spend whatever you want, make it as fine a plantation as it ever was.
Oh, Rhett.
Rhett, you are good to me.
And can we still have our big new house in Atlanta?
Yes, and it can be as ornate as you want:
Marble terraces, stained-glass windows and all.
Rhett, won't everyone be jealous?
I want everybody who's been mean to me to be pea-green with envy.
Scarlett's hateful, building that new house just to show off... and even taking our servants.
Oh, darling, you mustn't think unkindly of her.
She's made it possible for us to keep Tara always.
Yes, and what good is Tara?
She's had three husbands and I'll be an old maid.
Great Jehoshaphat!
Great Jehoshaphat!
Lordsy, we sure is rich now!
It ain't quality.
But that's ridiculous. Why can't I go in?
I'm entitled to at least see what my own child looks like.
You control yourself, Mr. Rhett. You'll be seeing it for a long time.
I'd like to apologize, Mr. Rhett, about it's not being a boy.
Oh, hush your mouth, Mammy. Who wants a boy?
Boys aren't any use to anybody. Don't you think I'm proof of that?
Have a drink of sherry, Mammy.
Mammy, she is beautiful, isn't she?
She sure is.
Did you ever see a prettier one?
Well, sir, Miss Scarlett was mighty nigh that pretty when she come, but not quite.
Have another glass, Mammy.
What's that rustling noise I hear?
Lordsy, Mr. Rhett. That ain't nothing but my red silk petticoat you done give me.
Nothing but your petticoat? I don't believe it. Let me see.
Mr. Rhett, you is bad.
You sure took a long enough time about wearing it.
Yes, sir, too long.
No more mule in horse's harness?
Mr. Rhett, Miss Scarlett was bad telling you about that.
You ain't holding that against old Mammy, is you?
No, I ain't holding it against you.
I just wanted to know. Have another glass, Mammy.
Here, take the whole bottle.
Dr. Meade says you may go in now, Capt. Butler.
This sure is a happy day to me.
I done diapered three generations of this family's girls... and it sure is a happy day.
Oh, yes, Mammy. The happiest days are when babies come. I wish...
Oh, Mammy, she's beautiful. What do you suppose they'll name her?
Miss Scarlett done told me if it was a girl... she's going to name it Eugenie Victoria.
Yes... she's a beautiful baby... the most beautiful baby ever.
Do you know that this is your birthday?
That you're a week old today?
Yes, I'm going to buy her a pony the likes of which this town has never seen.
Yes, I'm gonna send her to the best schools in Charleston.
And her'll be received by the best families in the South.
And when it comes time for her to marry... well, she'll be a little princess.
You certainly are making a fool of yourself.
And why shouldn't I?
She's the first person who's ever completely belonged to me.
Great balls of fire!
I had the baby, didn't I?
It's Melanie. May I come in?
Come in, Melly.
Yes, come in and look at my daughter's beautiful blue eyes.
But, Capt. Butler, most babies have blue eyes when they're born.
Don't try to tell him anything. He knows everything about babies.
Nevertheless, her eyes are blue and they're going to stay blue.
As blue as the Bonnie Blue Flag.
That's it. That's what we'll call her.
Bonnie Blue Butler.
Try again, Mammy.
Twenty inches.
Twenty inches! I've grown as big as Aunt Pitty.
You've simply got to make it 18.5 again, Mammy.
You done had a baby, Miss Scarlett... and you ain't never going to be no 18.5 inches again.
And there ain't nothing to do about it.
There is something to do about it!
I'm just not going to get old and fat before my time.
I just won't have any more babies!
I heard Mr. Rhett say that he'll be wanting a son next year.
Go tell Capt. Butler I've decided not to go out after all.
I'll have supper in my room.
I got your message.
I'll have them bring my supper up here, too.
No objections to that, I hope?
No.
Yes.
I mean, I don't care where you have your supper.
Rhett?
Yes?
You see... well, I've decided... well, I hope I don't have any more children.
My pet, as I told you before Bonnie was born... it's immaterial to me whether you have one child or 20!
No, but you know what I...
Do you know what I mean?
And do you know I can divorce you for this?
You're just low enough to think of something like that!
If you had any chivalry in you or would be nice, like...
Well, Ashley Wilkes! Melanie can't have any more children and he...
You've been to the lumber office this afternoon, haven't you?
What has that got to do with it?
Quite the little gentleman, Ashley. Pray go on, Mrs. Butler.
It's no use. You wouldn't understand.
You know, I'm sorry for you, Scarlett.
Sorry for me?
Yes, because you're throwing away happiness with both hands... and reaching out for something that'll never make you happy.
I don't know what you're talking about.
If you were free and Melly were dead and you had your precious... honorable Ashley, do you think you'd be happy with him?
You'd never know him, never even understand his mind... any more than you understand anything except money.
Never mind about that!
What I want to know is...
You may keep your sanctity, Scarlett. It'll work no hardship on me.
Do you mean to say you don't care?
The world is full of many things and many people, and I shan't be lonely.
I'll find comfort elsewhere.
Well, that's fine.
But I warn you. Just in case you change your mind, I intend to lock my door.
If I wanted to come in, no lock could keep me out!
I always knew that most women were cheats, hypocritical and hard.
- Rhett, it ain't no use.
- What do you mean?
- I mean you're poisoned with her.
I don't care what she's done to you, you're still in love with her.
And don't think it pleasures me none to say it. Maybe so!
But I'm through with her, I tell you! I'm through.
You gotta think of the child. The child's worth ten of the mother.
You're a shrewd woman, Belle, and a very nice one.
Yes, Rhett?
I was just thinking of the difference between you and...
You're both hardheaded businesswomen and you're both successful.
But you've got a heart, Belle... and you're honest.
Goodbye, Rhett.
Goodbye, Belle.
She'll be a wonderful horsewoman! Look at those hands, and that seat!
Oh, fiddle-dee-dee!
Why do we have to wheel a baby when there are servants...
Good morning, Mrs. Merriwether.
Good morning, Capt. Butler.
Good morning, Scarlett.
Making fools of ourselves in front of these old buffaloes!
If you'd thought of your position years ago, you wouldn't have to do this.
But as it is, we'll cultivate every female dragon of the old guard in this town.
Good morning, Mrs. Whiting.
Good morning, Capt. Butler.
Good morning, Scarlett.
So the millionaire speculator is turning respectable!
All of our money can't buy what I want for Bonnie.
Oh, I'll admit I've been at fault, too.
But Bonnie's going to have her place among decent people.
Yes, even if we both have to crawl on our bellies to every fat old cat.
Good morning, Mrs. Meade.
Good morning, Capt. Butler. Good morning, Scarlett.
Mrs. Merriwether, I've always had a great regard for your knowledge.
I wonder if you could give me some advice.
Certainly.
My Bonnie sucks her thumb. I can't make her stop it.
Make her stop it. It'll ruin the shape of her mouth. I know, I know.
She has such a beautiful mouth, too.
I tried putting soap under her nails. Soap!
Bah!
Put quinine on her thumb and she'll stop sucking it quick enough.
Quinine! I never would have thought of it.
I can't thank you enough, Mrs. Merriwether.
You've taken a great load off my mind!
Good morning, Dolly. Wasn't that Capt. Butler?
Good morning, Caroline. I was just thinking.
There must be a great deal of good in a man who could love a child so much.
But of course there is!
Oh, did I tell you that Fanny Elsing told Dr. Meade that Capt. Butler... finally admitted he was honored by the Confederate Congress... for his services at the Battle of Franklin?
And did I tell you, Caroline, that Capt. Butler... made a stupendous contribution to the Association for the Beautification... of the Graves of the Glorious Dead?
No.
My little grandbaby, Napoleon Picard, is giving a party for Bonnie next week.
Why, Dolly Merriwether, you know right well it was my idea... to give a party for Bonnie Butler.
Why Caroline Meade...
Now watch Daddy put your pony over, Bonnie. Now watch.
Daddy, let me! Let me!
All right, darling.
Put her on, Pork!
Up we go.
Lordsy mercy! There he goes again!
Grip tightly with your legs. Sit close. Lean forward.
Hold your reins properly in a firm hand. Up!
That was fine! I knew you'd do it!
When you get a little older, I'll take you to Kentucky and Virginia.
You'll be the greatest horsewoman in the South. Give your daddy a kiss.
Did you see her, Mammy?
Wasn't she wonderful?
Mr. Rhett, I done told you and told you it just ain't fitting... for a girl child to ride astraddle with her dress flying up!
All right, Mammy. I'll teach her to ride sidesaddle.
And I'll buy her a blue velvet riding habit. She'll love that.
A nice black broadcloth is what little girls wear.
Now, Mammy, be reasonable.
Well, I don't think it's fitting, but...
It ain't fitting, it just ain't fitting.
Why, Scarlett!
What are you doing downtown at this time of day?
Ashley, I just...
Why aren't you helping Melly get ready for my surprise birthday party?
Why, Ashley Wilkes, you aren't supposed to know anything about that.
Melly'd be so disappointed if you weren't surprised.
I won't let on.
I'll be the most surprised man in Atlanta.
As long as you're here, let me show you the books... so you can see just how bad a businessman I really am.
Oh, don't let's fool with any books today.
When I'm wearing a new bonnet, all the figures I ever knew... go right slap out of my head.
The figures are well lost when the bonnet's as pretty as that one.
Scarlett, you know, you get prettier all the time.
You haven't changed a bit since the day of our last barbecue at Twelve Oaks... where you sat under a tree surrounded by dozens of beaux.
That girl doesn't exist anymore.
Nothing's turned out as I expected, Ashley. Nothing.
Yes, we've traveled a long road since the old days, haven't we, Scarlett?
Oh, the lazy days... the warm, still country twilights... the high, soft Negro laughter from the quarters... the golden warmth and security of those days.
Don't look back, Ashley.
Don't look back.
It drags at your heart till you can't do anything but look back.
I didn't mean to make you sad, my dear.
I never want you to be anything but completely happy.
Who is it?
Only your husband.
Come in.
Am I actually being invited into the sanctuary?
You're not ready for Melanie's party.
I've got a headache, Rhett.
You go without me and make my excuses to Melanie.
What a white-livered little coward you are.
Get up. You're going to that party and you'll have to hurry.
- Has India dared to... - Yes. India has!
Every woman and man in town knows the story!
You should kill them, spreading lies.
I have a strange way of not killing people who tell the truth.
There's no time to argue. Get up!
I won't go! I can't go till this misunderstanding is cleared up.
Don't cheat Melly out of the satisfaction of publicly... ordering you out of her house.
There was nothing wrong. India hates me so. I can't go, Rhett.
If you don't go, you won't be able to show your face as long as you live.
That wouldn't bother me, but you won't ruin Bonnie's chances.
You're going to that party, if only for her sake.
Wear that! Nothing modest or matronly will do for this occasion.
And put on plenty of rouge. I want you to look your part tonight.
- Good night, Scarlett.
- But Rhett, you can't...
You go into the arena alone. The lions are hungry for you.
Oh, Rhett, don't leave me. Don't.
You're not afraid?
What a lovely dress, Scarlett, darling.
India wasn't able to come tonight. Will you be an angel?
I do need you to help me receive my guests.
Mrs. Meade... here's our darling Scarlett.
Good evening.
Good evening.
Why, Scarlett!
- Good evening, Miss Scarlett.
Ashley, aren't you going to get our Scarlett a glass of punch?
Did you have a good time tonight at Miss Melly's party, child?
Yes, yes. Now, Mammy, be sure and leave word.
If Capt. Butler asks for me when he comes back, I'm asleep.
Come in, Mrs. Butler.
Come here.
Sit down!
There's no reason why you shouldn't have your nightcap even if I am here.
I didn't want a drink. I heard a noise and...
You heard nothing of the kind.
You wouldn't have come down if you'd thought I was here.
- You must need a drink badly.
- I do not!
Take it. Don't give yourself airs.
I know you drink on the quiet, and I know how much you drink.
Do you think I care if you like your brandy?
You're drunk, and I'm going to bed!
I'm very drunk... and I intend getting still drunker before the evening's over... but you're not going to bed, not yet.
Sit down.
So she stood by you, did she?
How does it feel to have the woman you've wronged cloak your sins for you?
You're wondering if she knows all about you and Ashley.
You're wondering if she did it just to save her face.
You're thinking that she's a fool for doing it even if it did save your hide.
- I will not listen.
- Yes, you'll listen!
Miss Melly's a fool, but not the kind you think.
It's just that there's too much honor in her to ever conceive of dishonor... in anyone she loves.
And she loves you.
Though just why she does, I'm sure I don't know!
If you weren't so drunk and insulting, I could explain everything.
- As it is, though...
- If you get out of that chair once more...
Of course, the comic figure in all this is the long-suffering Mr. Wilkes.
Mr. Wilkes, who can't be mentally faithful to his wife... and won't be unfaithful to her technically.
Why doesn't he make up his mind?
Rhett, you...
Observe my hands, my dear.
I could tear you to pieces with them.
And I'd do it, if it'd take Ashley out of your mind forever.
But it wouldn't.
So I'll remove him from your mind forever this way.
I'll put my hands so... one on each side of your head... and I'll smash your skull between them like a walnut.
That'll block him out.
Take your hands off me, you drunken fool.
You know I've always admired your spirit, my dear.
Never more than now, when you're cornered.
I'm not cornered.
You'll never corner me, Rhett Butler, or frighten me!
You've lived in dirt so long, you can't understand anything else.
And you're jealous of something you can't understand.
Good night!
Jealous, am I?
Yes, I suppose I am.
Even though I know you've been faithful to me all along.
How do I know?
Because I know Ashley Wilkes and his honorable breed.
They're gentlemen.
And that's more than I can say for you or for me.
We're not gentlemen, and we have no honor, have we?
It's not that easy, Scarlett.
You turned me out while you chased Ashley Wilkes... while you dreamed of Ashley Wilkes.
This is one night you're not turning me out.
How are you feeling this morning, Mammy?
Well, this misery in my back ain't so good.
You acting mighty happy this morning, Miss Scarlett.
I am, Mammy. I am.
Oh, she wept with delight when he gave her a smile
And trembled with fear at his frown
I'd like to extend my apology for my conduct of last night.
Oh, but Rhett...
I was very drunk... and quite swept off my feet by your charms.
Well, you needn't bother to apologize. Nothing you ever do surprises me!
I've been thinking things over, and I really believe that... it would be better for both of us... if we admitted we'd made a mistake and got a divorce.
- A divorce?
- Yes.
There's no point in our holding on to each other, is there?
I'll provide for you amply. You've plenty of grounds.
Just give me Bonnie. Say what you please. I won't contest.
Thank you very much. But I wouldn't dream of disgracing my family with a divorce.
You'd disgrace it quick enough if Ashley were free.
It makes my head spin to think how quickly you'd divorce me.
Wouldn't you, Scarlett?
Well, answer me. Wouldn't you?
Will you please go now and leave me alone?
Yes, I'm going. That's what I came to tell you.
I'm going on a very extended trip to London, and I'm leaving today.
And I'm taking Bonnie with me. So you'll please get her little duds packed right away.
You'll never take my child out of this house.
She's my child, too, Scarlett.
I wouldn't leave her here... with a mother who hasn't the decency to consider her own reputation.
You're a fine one to talk.
You think I'll let her out of this house... when you'll probably have her around with people like that Belle?
If you were a man I'd break your neck for that.
As it is, I'll thank you to shut your stupid mouth.
As for you, giving yourself pious airs about your motherhood...
Why, a cat's a better mother than you are.
Have her things packed and ready for me in an hour, or I warn you...
I've always thought a good lashing with a buggy whip would benefit you immensely.
Excuse me, Mr. Rhett.
Hello, Uncle Rhett.
Hello, hello, Beau.
Daddy, Daddy.
Where have you been? I've been waiting for you all morning.
Well, I've been hunting for a rabbit skin to wrap my little Bonnie in.
Give your best sweetheart a kiss.
I'm going to take you on a long trip to fairyland.
Where?
Where?
I'm going to show you the Tower of London, where the little princes were... and London Bridge.
London Bridge!
Will it be falling down?
Well, it will if you want it to, darling.
Daddy, dark!
Dark!
It's all right. Who put out that light? Nurse!
What's the matter with my Bonnie?
A bear.
Oh, a bear?
A big bear?
Dreadful big.
And he sat on my chest.
Well, I'll stay here and shoot him if he comes back.
Good evening, Mr. Butler.
Haven't I told you never to leave her alone in the dark?
If you'll pardon me, sir, children are often afraid of the dark, but they get over it.
Just let her scream for a night or two.
Let her scream!
Either you're a fool or the most inhuman woman I've ever seen!
Of course, if you want her to grow up nervous and cowardly.
Cowardly!
There isn't a cowardly bone in her body.
You're discharged!
As you say, sir.
Where is Mother?
Aren't you happy here in London with me?
I want to go home.
Miss Bonnie.
And Capt. Butler.
- Hello, Mammy.
Honey child.
Miss Scarlett! They's back. They's back, Miss Scarlett.
Bonnie. Bonnie, baby.
Darling baby. Are you glad to be home?
Daddy gave me a kitten.
- What a lovely kitten. - London's a horrid place. - Oh, my darling.
- Where's my pony?
- I want to go out and see my pony.
- You go out and see your pony.
Where's my pony?
I wanna go out and see my pony.
You run along with Mammy.
- Come on, honey child. - Go with Mammy. Mammy sure has missed you, honey.
Mrs. Butler, I believe.
Mammy said you'd come back.
But only to bring Bonnie.
Apparently any mother, even a bad one, is better for a child than none.
You mean you're going away again?
What perception, Mrs. Butler. Right away.
In fact, I left my bags at the station.
You're looking pale. Is there a shortage of rouge?
Or can this wanness mean you've been missing me?
If I'm pale, it's your fault.
Not because I've been missing you, but because...
Pray continue, Mrs. Butler.
It's because I'm going to have a baby.
Indeed? And who's the happy father?
You know it's yours. I don't want it any more than you do.
No woman would want the child of a cad like you.
I wish it were anybody's child but yours.
Well, cheer up. Maybe you'll have an accident.
Is she better?
Has she asked for me?
Don't you understand?
She's delirious.
Rhett.
I want Rhett.
What's the matter, honey?
Did you call somebody, child?
It's no use. It's no use.
Dr. Meade's left.
Scarlett's dead!
Oh, no, she's much better.
There, there, Capt. Butler. You're beside yourself.
She'll very soon be well again, I promise you.
No, you don't understand. She never wanted this baby.
Not want a baby?
Why, every woman wants a baby!
Yes, you want children, but she doesn't. Not my children.
She told me she didn't want any more children... and I wanted to hurt her because she'd hurt me.
Hush. You mustn't tell me these things. It's not fit.
I didn't know about this baby until the other day when she fell.
If I'd known, I'd have come home whether she wanted me or not!
Well, of course you would.
And then when she told me, there on the steps, what did I do?
What did I say?
I laughed and I said...
But you didn't mean it. I know you didn't mean it.
Oh, but I did mean it. I was crazy with jealousy.
She's never cared for me. I thought I could make her care, but I couldn't.
You're so wrong.
Scarlett loves you a great deal, much more than she knows.
If that were only true I could wait forever. If she'd only forgive me, forget this ever happened.
She will. You must be patient.
Oh, no, it's not possible. If you only knew who she really loved... you wouldn't believe it.
Surely you haven't listened to idle gossip.
No, Capt. Butler, I wouldn't believe it.
There, there. Scarlett's going to get well and there can be other babies.
No, she couldn't even if she wanted to, after what she's been through.
But of course she could. I'm going to.
No, Miss Melly, you mustn't risk it. It's too dangerous.
Children are life-renewing itself, Capt. Butler... and when life does that, danger seems very unimportant.
I've never before known anyone who was really brave.
I pray God things go well with you, Miss Melly.
And I want to thank you for all you've done for me and for Scarlett.
From my heart, I thank you.
Miss Scarlett's feeling a heap better today, Mr. Rhett.
Thank you, Mammy.
I've come to ask your forgiveness... in the hope that we can give our life together another chance.
Our life together?
When did we ever have a life together?
Yes, you're right.
But I'm sure if we could only try again, we could be happy.
What is there to make us happy now?
Well, there's Bonnie and... and I love you, Scarlett.
When did you discover that?
I've always loved you, but you've never given me a chance to show it.
Well, and just what do you want me to do?
To begin with, give up the mill, Scarlett. We'll go away.
We'll take Bonnie and have another honeymoon.
Give up the mill? Why?
It's making more money than ever.
Yes, I know, but we don't need it.
Sell it, or better still, give it to Ashley. Melanie's been such a friend to both of us.
Always Melanie! If you'd think a little more about me...
I am thinking of you... and I'm thinking that... well, maybe it's the mill that's taking you away from me... and from Bonnie.
I know what you're thinking. Don't try to bring Bonnie into this.
You're the one taking her away from me.
But she loves you.
You've done everything to make her love you, not me.
She's so spoiled now that...
Mommy! Daddy! Watch me!
We're watching, darling.
You're mighty pretty, precious.
So are you.
I'm going to jump. Watch me, Daddy.
I don't think you ought to do much jumping yet, Bonnie.
Remember, you've just learned to ride sidesaddle.
I will so jump!
I can jump better than ever 'cause I've grown... and I've moved the bar higher.
Don't let her do it, Rhett.
No, Bonnie, you can't.
Well, if you fall off, don't cry and blame me.
Rhett, stop her!
Just like Pa.
Just like Pa!
Bonnie!
Bonnie!
Bonnie!
Lordsy, Miss Melly. I sure is glad you've come.
This house won't seem the same without Bonnie.
How's Miss Scarlett bearing up?
Miss Melly, this here done broke her heart... but I didn't fetch you here on Miss Scarlett's account.
What that child got to stand, the good Lord give her strength to stand.
It's Mr. Rhett I's worried about.
He done lost his mind these last couple of days.
I ain't never see'd no man, black or white, set such store on any child.
When Dr. Meade say her neck broke...
Mr. Rhett grab his gun and run out there and shoot that poor pony... and for a minute I think he going to shoot hisself.
Oh, poor Capt. Butler.
Yes, ma'am. Miss Scarlett, she call him a murderer for teaching that child to jump.
She say, "You give me my baby what you kill. "
And then he say Miss Scarlett ain't never cared nothing about Miss Bonnie.
It like to turn my blood cold, the things they say to one another.
Stop, Mammy, don't tell me any more.
And then that night...
Mr. Rhett, he locked hisself in the nursery with Miss Bonnie... and he wouldn't even open the door... when Miss Scarlett beat on it and hollered to him.
And that's the way it's been for two whole days.
And then this evening, Miss Scarlett, she shout through the door... and she say the funeral set for tomorrow morning... and he says, "You try that and I kills you tomorrow.
"Do you think I's going to put my child...
"in the dark when she's so scared of it?"
Oh, Mammy, he has lost his mind.
Yes, ma'am, that's the God's truth.
He ain't going to let us bury that child. You gotta help us, Miss Melly.
Oh, but I can't intrude.
If you can't help us, who can?
Mr. Rhett always set great store by your opinion.
Please, Miss Melly.
I'll do what I can, Mammy.
Get away from that door, and leave us alone.
It's Mrs. Wilkes, Capt. Butler.
Please let me in. I've come to see Bonnie.
Oh, Lord... please help Mr. Rhett in this hour of his grief.
I want you to go and make a good deal of strong coffee... and bring it up to Capt. Butler.
But... Capt. Butler is quite willing for the funeral to take place... tomorrow morning.
Hallelujah. I suspects the angels fights on your side, Miss Melly.
Miss Melly!
Send for Dr. Meade, Mammy... and try... try to get me home.
Where is my mother going away to?
And why can't I go along, please?
We can't always go along, Beau, much as we may want to.
You're going back to bed now.
Oh, Rhett, she can't be dying, she can't be!
She hasn't your strength.
She's never had any strength. She's never had anything but heart.
You knew that, too.
Why do I have to go back to bed?
It isn't really morning yet.
You may come in now, Scarlett.
Please let me see her!
I've been waiting here two whole days and I've got to tell her... that I was wrong about something.
She knows you were wrong. She wants to see Scarlett.
Miss Melly's going to die in peace.
I won't have you easing your conscience telling her things... that make no difference now.
You understand?
It's me, Melly.
Promise me?
Anything.
Look after my little son.
I gave him to you once before. Remember?
The day he was born.
Please, Melly, don't talk this way. I know you'll get well.
Promise me... college...
Yes, and Europe, and a pony, whatever he wants.
Melly, do try...
Ashley and you.
What about Ashley, Melly?
Look after him for me.
Just as you... looked after me for him.
I will, Melly.
Look after him... but never let him know.
Good night.
Promise?
What else, Melly?
Capt. Butler... be kind to him.
Rhett?
He loves you so.
Yes, Melly.
Goodbye.
Goodbye.
You ladies may come in now.
I don't know where the mate to this is.
She must have put it away.
Oh, stop it. Hold me. I'm so frightened.
I'm so frightened.
Oh, Scarlett, what can I do?
I can't live without her, I can't.
Everything I ever had... is going with her.
You really love her, don't you?
She's the only dream I ever had that didn't die in the face of reality.
Dreams!
Always dreams with you, never common sense.
Oh, Scarlett! If you knew what I've gone through!
Ashley, you should have told me years ago that you loved her and not me... and not left me dangling with your talk of honor.
But you had to wait till now, now when Melly's dying... to show me that I could never mean any more to you than... than this Watling woman does to Rhett.
And I've loved something that... that doesn't really exist.
Somehow...
I don't care.
Somehow it doesn't matter.
It doesn't matter one bit.
Ashley, forgive me.
Don't cry. She mustn't see you've been crying.
Ashley!
Rhett, Rhett!
Rhett, where are you?
Rhett, wait for me.
Rhett, wait for me!
Come in.
Melanie, she's...
Well, God rest her.
She was the only completely kind person I ever knew.
A great lady. A very great lady.
So she's dead. That makes it nice for you, doesn't it?
Oh, how can you say such a thing?
You know how I loved her, really!
No, I don't know that I do.
But at least it's to your credit that you could appreciate her at the end.
Of course I appreciated her. She thought of everybody except herself.
Why, her last words were about you.
What did she say?
She said: "Be kind to Capt. Butler.
He loves you so. "
Did she say anything else?
She said...
She asked me to look after Ashley, too.
It's convenient to have the first wife's permission, isn't it?
What do you mean?
What are you doing?
I'm leaving you, my dear.
All you need now is a divorce, and your dreams of Ashley can come true.
No, you're wrong!
Terribly wrong! I don't want a divorce.
Oh, Rhett, when I knew tonight... when I knew I loved you, I ran home to tell you.
Oh, darling, darling... Please don't go on with this.
Leave us some dignity to remember out of our marriage.
Spare us this last.
This last? Oh, Rhett, do listen to me.
I must have loved you for years, only I was such a stupid fool I didn't know it.
Please believe me. You must care. Melly said you did.
I believe you. What about Ashley Wilkes?
I never really loved Ashley.
You certainly gave a good imitation of it, up till this morning.
No, Scarlett. I tried everything.
If you'd only met me halfway, even when I came back from London.
I was so glad to see you. I was, Rhett, but you were so nasty.
And then, when you were sick and it was all my fault...
I hoped against hope that you'd call for me, but you didn't.
I wanted you.
I wanted you desperately, but I didn't think you wanted me.
It seems we've been at cross-purposes, doesn't it?
But it's no use now.
As long as there was Bonnie, there was a chance we might be happy.
I liked to think that Bonnie was you.
A little girl again, before the war and poverty had done things to you.
She was so like you, and I could pet her and spoil her as I wanted to spoil you.
But when she went, she took everything.
Rhett, please don't say that.
I'm so sorry, I'm so sorry for everything.
My darling, you're such a child.
You think that by saying, "I'm sorry," all the past can be corrected.
Here, take my handkerchief.
Never at any crisis of your life have I known you to have a handkerchief.
Rhett, where are you going?
I'm going to Charleston. Back where I belong.
Please. Please take me with you.
I'm through with everything here.
I want peace.
I want to see if somewhere there isn't something left in life of charm and grace.
- Do you know what I'm talking about?
- No. I only know that I love you.
That's your misfortune.
Rhett! If you go, where shall I go? What shall I do?
Frankly, my dear, I don't give a damn.
Oh, I can't let him go! I can't!
There must be some way to bring him back.
I can't think about this now. I'll go crazy if I do!
I'll think about it tomorrow.
But I must think about it.
What is there to do?
What is there that matters?
Do you mean to tell me, Katie Scarlett O'Hara... that Tara doesn't mean anything to you?
Why, land's the only thing that matters. It's the only thing that lasts.
Something you love better than me, though you may not know it.
It's this from which you get your strength.
The red earth of Tara. Why, land's the only thing that matters. It's the only thing that lasts.
Something you love better than me, though you may not know it.
Tara. From which you get your strength. The red earth of Tara.
Why, land's the only thing that matters. Something you love better than me.
The red earth of Tara.
- Tara!
Tara!
Home!
I'll go home!
And I'll think of some way to get him back.
After all... tomorrow is another day.
I've never heard a more beautiful Angelus.
Who is the bellringer of Notre Dame?
Quasimodo, Your Majesty.
The people simply call him the Hunchback.
What an odd name.
And now, Master Fisher, let's see what reason my High Justice had for asking me to come to your shop.
What do you call this apparatus?
The German inventor, Gutenberg, calls it a printing press, Your Majesty.
What is it for?
To print books, Your Majesty.
-For whom?
-For the people.
They will learn to read when they can get books.
I can print a volume, like this one, in a few weeks and quite inexpensively.
Imagine, Frollo, a few weeks.
When I ordered my prayer book it took them years to copy it out and cost me a fortune.
This is more beautiful than the printed book.
Nevertheless, the printing press is a miracle.
A horrifying miracle.
Horrifying?
This small press?
Small things have a way of overmastering the great.
"The Nile rat kills the crocodile. "
This small press can destroy a kingdom.
Oh, come, my High Justice, don't exaggerate.
What is that?
It is the first page of a new book, Your Majesty.
Let me see it.
"On the Freedom of Thought. "
-Who wrote it?
-Pierre Gringoire.
Gringoire?
Who is he?
A French poet, Your Majesty.
A heretic, sire.
To spread him is to communicate disease.
How do you know?
It may be a great blessing to France if people can get books and learn to read.
To me, it's a new form of expression of thought.
Out there is the old form.
All over France, in every city there stand cathedrals like this one triumphal monuments of the past.
They tower over the homes of our people like mighty guardians keeping alive the invincible faith of the Christians.
Every arch, every column, every statue is a carved leaf out of our history.
A book in stone glorifying the spirit of France.
The cathedrals are the handwriting of the past the press is of our time and I won't do anything to stop it, Frollo.
Sire, we must break the press and hang the printer.
For, between them, they will destroy our old and holy order.
No, I'm not such a fool.
I, for my part, will protect France from these printed books, as I will protect it from witches, sorcerers and Gypsies the foreign race that is overrunning all of Europe.
Why do you stop us?
Because no Gypsies can enter Paris any longer without a permit.
It's the new law.
-If the others can enter, why can't we? -They are Frenchmen.
You're Gypsies.
-Forelgners. -Forelgners.
You came yesterday, we come today.
Let them pass.
It's Fools' Day.
Fools' Day or not, we don't want these foreigners.
Stop her.
Catch her.
What's the matter, Héléne?
Go home quickly, and light the candle.
That won't help against Quasimodo. He's possessed.
Yvonne, aren't you going to the festival to see the king?
I can't.
Mother says there are too many thieves and beggars in the crowd.
Oh, they'll get you at home just as well. You'll see.
Well, what's he trying to do?
He has heard it rumored that the earth is round and is attempting to walk to the Indies, the idiot.
-It's not round, it's flat. -The idiot!
Some famous geographers and mathematicians also believe...
-...the earth is round. -It isn't round, it's flat.
Do you recollect that letter we had from--
What's his name?
Oh, Christopher Columbus who wrote claiming that he could, by steering a westerly course...
-...reach the Indies?
-It's flat.
I'm greatly tempted to endow the venture.
Our country could not afford the risk of such an enterprise.
Columbus...
The man's the laughingstock of the court of Spain.
Who knows...?
The future may prove Ferdinand's court was the laughingstock.
-It isn't round. -What are you mumbling about, Doctor?
-The earth isn't round, it's flat. -How do you know?
I have observed it on all my travels over Europe.
It's flat.
Everywhere it's flat.
Oh, let's listen to the play.
"The old can never last.
"The new is claiming its place.
"It's foolish to cling to the past.
"It pains me to relate that death...
"...is the fate of noble and peasant, alike.
"You are born in a womb.
"And end in a tomb. "
The king's coming.
Pennies...
Pennies...
-How's business?
-Bad.
How's business?
It would be better if all weren't watching the play.
-I'll tend to that. -You'd better.
"You rest and live and rest again.
"Beware you do not live in vain. "
And if you eat too much, you throw it up again.
You stupid, ignorant drunkards, you!
I offer you truth...
-We don't want your truth. -No, we don't want it.
We will now choose the King of Fools.
Applicants come forth.
Men, women...
The ugliest face wins the crown.
Ugly faces!
Ugly faces!
How do you like this face?
The ugly is very appealing to man.
-It's a matter of taste. -No, it's instinct.
One shrinks from the ugly, yet wants to look at it.
There's a devilish fascination in it.
We extract pleasure from horror.
Only the mob, sire.
Think so?
Look at our friends. They don't look exactly uninterested.
Horrible.
That's the prettiest ugliness I've ever seen.
Awful.
Beautiful.
What?
That girl, what a beauty.
I've never seen her before.
Have you?
She is pretty.
-Who is she?
What's her name?
-Esmeralda.
The people seem to like her, and so do I.
-Doctor, lend me half a livre. -A half livre?
-Afraid I won't repay you?
-She's a Gypsy, sire.
Who cares about her race?
She's pretty.
Doesn't she make your pulse beat faster?
What about you, Doctor?
I'm a widower four times, sire but I could begin all over again.
What's the matter?
That eye staring at me.
-Somebody's in there. -It's an animal.
-It's a fiend. -Come out, if you're a good Christian.
Let's get under there and see what it is.
Get him out of there.
-Get under.
Get after him. -He's going out the other way.
-It's Quasimodo. -It's the Hunchback of Notre Dame.
Don't spoil their fun, Frollo.
Stay here.
Make him the king.
Well, Quasimodo, we knew you were ugly, but didn't know you were so ugly.
We've never been so close to you before. You've always been up in your bell tower.
And now we want to make you King of Fools.
What do you say?
What's the matter?
Are you deaf?
The plague to you.
I offer you the fools' crown, and you bite me.
He's deaf, the bells have made him so.
Deaf...maybe he's dumb, too.
-That makes him the perfect king. -No, he can speak.
-But he doesn't like to. -Well, what will we do about it?
Show him the crown.
By unanimous vote, we now proclaim you King of Fools.
"King Quasimodo, Quasi-Quasimodo
"Quasimodo, ruler of fools we bow
"All you rabble, scum and scavengers of France "Mark you the fool with crown upon his ugly brow
"Hail to the idiot king Shout and sing "Quasimodo, Quasimodo King of the Fools is Quasimodo
I am the true King of Fools.
I battle for beauty, and the ugly gets crowned.
What greater fool can there be than I?
Stop!
He can't take away our king.
-No bills, only petitions. -But I need money.
The actors must be paid. The play was ordered.
-This is no time to ask for money. -It never is.
So, we go hungry.
Here, don't push.
-Don't push. -I must see the king.
I must.
-Must?
-Hey, you Gypsy.
Let me see your city permit.
Catch her!
Stop her!
Stop her!
Stop her!
Sanctuary.
We've got to arrest her.
She's a Gypsy.
Church is sanctuary for all.
They can't enter Paris anymore. It's the law now.
The power of the law ends at this threshold.
It's no use.
The king himself could do nothing here.
Don't be afraid.
You are safe here.
What have you done?
Why are they after you?
That's not your fault.
It's an act of God.
Take her to the bell tower.
Quasimodo will look after her.
Quasimodo is not here, Your Grace.
-Where is he?
-I don't know, Your Grace.
Where is my brother?
His Grace is in the vestry, preparing for the evening service.
Claude...
-I must speak to you. -What is it?
It's about Quasimodo.
He made a spectacle of himself before the king and all the people.
-Where is he now?
-Up in his tower.
You must impress upon him, again.
He must have nothing to do with anybody outside the church.
But you have more influence over him than I.
He's your foundling, Jean.
You picked him up on the church steps, not I.
Ever since he was a child, he has looked to you as his protector.
Quasimodo is back now. I'll take you to him.
Who's that?
The Virgin Mary, the Mother of God.
The Mother of God.
If we open our hearts to her with faith she comforts us.
How can I speak to her?
Kneel down and pray as the others are doing.
I've never prayed before but the priest told me you help all those who are in need.
Give me security.
Give me happiness.
Give me always a good home.
Give me a rich husband.
Give me beauty.
-Give me a rich harvest. -Give me prosperity.
Give me happiness.
Take all I have but please help my people.
They are in great need, in great danger.
What are you doing in Notre Dame?
I'm praying.
You cannot pray here.
You are a heathen.
Who are you?
You're not a priest, and yet you look like one.
I am what I wish to be.
-Get up and leave this church.
-No. You desecrate the very stones on which you kneel.
-I?
-Yes.
First you dance publicly without shame, awakening in every man the weak and sinful desire to look at you.
Dancing isn't sinful to me, it's like talking.
-Get up. -Leave me alone.
Your hand...
There's the mark of the devil on it.
You witch!
For saying that, I shall have you hanged.
Now I know who you are.
Mother of God, don't let him hang me.
Protect me.
Protect me.
Praying won't help you. You come from an evil race.
You don't know anything about my people.
Honest people don't live by witchcraft and magic.
If we really had the power of magic do you think we'd choose to be outcasts, to be poor and persecuted, always?
Surely we'd use it for our own benefit.
AII Gypsies should be destroyed by fire and sword.
You mustn't talk like that in here.
The Mother of God is listening.
I'm a heathen, yet I could be here all my life and never have an evil thought.
Never speak, just be here.
Look.
That window up there, glowing in red and blue with the setting sun breaking through and how the light floats around the tall columns.
They're like the high pines in the forest.
It is so quiet and peaceful here.
Almost quieter than in the woods where the birds chatter and sing when I come.
You know, the birds and deer eat out of my hand.
They're not shy at all when you are kind to them.
I know.
You like animals?
Yes.
You say that?
You?
Then you cannot hate as much as you pretend to.
Somewhere in your heart there must be love.
I know...
I see it in your eyes.
God has shown me the goodness in you.
Surely he'll show me a way to help my people.
Mother of God, you know how Gypsies are cruelly driven from country to country.
So, you see, I have to speak to the king.
If he is kind, he will do something to help my people.
Please, do make him listen to me.
He will.
You will be heard but you must give me a good reason.
-They tell me Gypsies are a lot of thieves. -That's not true, Your Majesty.
Whenever we steal, it's because we're hungry.
My people have good hearts, and we love you.
You have a good heart too, sire, because you've promised to help us.
You little witch.
I merely meant that I might consider it.
Where shall I send you my answer?
To Notre Dame?
-Yes, Your Majesty. -Good.
Then I'll send my message here.
Oh, thank you.
Thank you!
Thank you, Mother of God.
Thank you.
Thank you.
I must go and tell my people.
-Wait. -Why?
You live here in sanctuary, don't you?
Don't be so disturbed.
You'll enjoy living in the bell tower, high above all Paris.
I often like to go there, myself.
Come, let me show you.
The bellringer will watch over you.
Don't be afraid.
It's Quasimodo, the bellringer.
He's harmless.
Don't run away.
Come with me.
You beast, you monster!
Let me go! What have I done?
Let me go!
Let me go!
Devil!
You, unholy monster! Let her go!
Help!
Help!
Save her, save her!
-What's the noise?
-What are you yelling about?
There, it's the Hunchback!
There, the Gypsy dancer, he's running away with her.
Save her, save her!
That way, Phoebus.
Stop him, Phoebus.
Take her.
Take the girl.
Where's everybody running to?
What's happened?
-The guards have caught someone?
-A criminal.
-Who is it?
-It's the Hunchback.
-Let me hang him. -Leave that to the law.
Don't let him get away. Tie him up well.
Stop that biting, or I'll knock your teeth out.
What's your name?
Esmeralda.
I'll remember it, and I'll see you again.
Come on, you beast!
Come on!
Come on, go inside.
No, no.
I'd better wait out here.
Never wait for a man, my dear.
-He'll come back. -He will, sure as his name is Phoebus.
-Congratulations.
So you got him. -Thanks to your help.
-My help?
-Yes, you yelled loud enough.
I would arouse all Paris against such monsters.
Is the Gypsy girl your sweetheart?
Most special, my dear Captain Phoebus.
And remember, I will repay you, not she.
Pennies, sir...
Pennies, sir...
Where's the king?
He's busy now.
You'll have to wait.
The moment I saw her, she went straight to my heart.
Esmeralda you belong to us now.
Who's the king here?
I, and nobody else, give the kiss of initiation.
Many of our tribe have found this a haven.
You, too, will find peace and a home here.
What's the matter?
He doesn't want to pay his daily share.
Come with me.
Leave him alone.
You know what the rules are.
Pay up your share or...
I'll give you a count of three to change your mind.
-Who's that?
-A stranger.
They said they caught him prowling around the court.
How did he get in?
Is the guard asleep?
Let me see him.
Bow down. You're standing before the King of Beggars.
Who are you?
Permit me to introduce myself.
Maitre Gringoire doctor of the seven liberal arts.
Do you know where you are?
The Court of Miracles where the blind can see and the lame can walk.
Do you know what happens to people who come in here uninvited?
-I can imagine. -Let me hang him.
He's a spy.
He's a doctor.
I'm a poet, whose play was done at the festival.
Anyone caught here who's not a beggar or a thief, must hang.
No, no, you can't do this to me. I haven't done anything.
-It's a rule.
-I'm not a spy. You can't!
No!
What a pity.
My ballad could make you immortal.
What?
What did you say?
-Say it again. -I mean...
I mean, I...
I intended to write a poem in your honor, to glorify your reign.
-Let me hang him, please.
Are you trying to cheat me?
Keep me alive and you will live in history.
Imagine, my Clopin, in history.
Don't put your oar in.
Besides, I belong here naturally.
Being a poet, I'm already a vagabond, and I can learn quickly to be a thief.
And I will amuse you with such rhyming eloquence as you've never dreamed of.
Good intentions are not enough.
They've never put an onion in a soup, yet.
You'll have to undergo a test.
Then we'll see if you're good for anything.
Get the bellboy ready.
Bring him down.
And now then, up you go, up.
Stand on the stool.
One leg. -I'll break my neck. -Then you'll save us the hanging.
Try to take a purse out of that pocket, but if one single bell jingles you've failed.
-And then?
-Then you hang.
Can you do it?
I'm above that sort of thing. I cut throats, I don't cut purses.
Try it.
Please, little bells don't jingle.
My life depends on you.
There must be something easier I could...
I could try.
Surely get right up and take the bellboy's place.
Too bad.
And I'd almost come to like him.
Clopin.
Why not give him a chance to marry one of the girls?
Wait!
Let me hang him.
Girls...
Poet for sale, poet for sale...
Poet for sale...
What does that mean?
If one of our girls will marry you, you are free and I can't hang you.
A charming idea.
Going...
Going...
-Goodbye. -Goodbye.
And thank you, my friend.
-Gone. -Gone.
That neck.
Wait, wait...
Are you going to hang that man?
Surely.
Unless you take him for your husband.
I'll take him.
Well...?
What, do you want her or not?
My rope, my rope...
The wedding cup.
Take it from Esmeralda drink and break it.
And he had such a nice neck.
Let's escort them to the bridal chamber.
"Ta-ra ta-ta, ta-ra ta-ta Under the gallows tonight
"Ta-ra ta-ta, ta-ra ta-ta Beggars are wed tonight
"Happy are the cats and mice
"Even the lice
"Ta-ra ta-ta, ta-ra ta-ta Under the gallows tonight
"Ta-ra ta-ta, ta-ra ta-ta Beggars are wed tonight
"Happy are the cats and mice
"Even the lice
"Jump and sing until it's light
"This is a beggar's wedding night. "
We must have a light.
Here is flint and tinder.
-Now, a little wood. -Let me help you.
No, it's a woman's part to build the fire.
But it was a man who first brought it to earth.
Who?
-Prometheus. -Who is that?
A god who stole it from heaven by holding a rod to the sun until it burned into flames.
He created creatures out of clay and blew his breath into them and they came to life.
Then, they too, could make fires to warm their bodies.
As we do?
Just as we do.
Oh, Esmeralda, I feel...
How can I tell you how I feel?
This day, first people ridiculed me then I found you then I lost you.
And now here we are together married.
For such a miracle, I waited through the dark and endless night.
When before my days I hated now I welcome Phoebus light.
Phoebus, king of day...
Esmeralda...
What did I say to hurt you?
Nothing.
You must tell me.
Who is Phoebus?
Phoebus, the sun god.
The sun god.
Why do you ask?
I love a man named Phoebus.
Not that captain who saved you from the Hunchback?
Yes.
So you don't love me. It was nothing but pity, pity, pity.
I'm sorry if I hurt you.
Well, since you won't have me have me as your husband, maybe you'll have me for your friend.
My friend?
Do you know what friendship is?
Like brother and sister like two petals on the same flower.
And love?
That's to be two, and at the same time, one.
I love you, Esmeralda so I am ready to live with you as it shall please you as husband and wife, if you think good or as brother and sister, if you like it better.
I'm enough of a philosopher to hold everything in the proper equilibrium.
-The what? -The proper balance.
You're a juggler.
No, I'm sorry. I can't juggle.
But you can learn.
I'll teach you.
Look.
That's wonderful.
I could never do it.
Try it.
It's no use.
Don't talk.
Balance it.
No use.
Something must have happened. The whole court is...
What's the matter?
He has an order to arrest all the Gypsies.
No, only the girls.
Round them up, round them up.
Good morning, Your Honor.
What is it?
The Gypsy girls are ready for your inspection.
The one I'm looking for is not here. Release them.
Did you find in which prison Quasimodo is being held?
-Not yet, Your Honor.
-Find out at once. -Yes, Your Honor.
Quiet.
Quiet.
Speak up, prisoner.
The judge is deaf.
Your name?
Your age?
Your profession?
Emile, have you got all the prisoner's answers down?
You are accused of disturbing the peace abducting a woman and resisting the king's guards.
What is your defense?
Quick and to the point.
Quasimodo.
So you plead guilty.
Twenty-five, next month.
For that, you shall be whipped.
Bellringer of Notre Dame.
Your Honor, the prisoner is deaf. He hears nothing.
That's different.
For that insolence you shall spend another hour on the pillory.
Next case.
"We hereby announce that Quasimodo, the bellringer of Notre Dame...
"...is to receive 50 strokes with the cat-o'-nine-tails...
"...for his attack upon a woman.
"Thereafter, he will be exposed for one full hour to public disgrace. "
And to think that yesterday on the same spot they crowned him their king.
Today...
That's life.
He's getting what he deserves.
If all the nobles got what they deserve, we wouldn't have enough pillories.
It's a shame, flogging that cripple.
Poor wretch.
Master Pierrat.
One two three four five... I can't stand it, Clopin.
You could if you'd been whipped once.
-Have you?
Now I buy protection.
-From whom?
-The nobility.
The guardians of the old and holy traditions.
The very same.
They buy it from the king, and sell it to those beneath.
It's quite all right.
You see after the war, I don't forget, it lasted 100 years thousands of us went from door to door asking for honest work and we were whipped for begging.
The ruling class didn't say, "Work or starve. "
It said, "Starve, for you shall not work. "
And I starved.
Thousands did, till I organized the Beggars' Guild.
Of which I am member 7, 419.
You needn't be ashamed.
True, we're not great thieves, like the nobles.
Our robberies are petty compared to the wholesale plunder of the nation.
I wonder if the moral difference isn't in our favor?
Right.
Some day you and I will write a book on the truth of beggary.
We will.
Right now we've got to do something to stop the whipping of that poor devil.
Only the chief of justice can do that.
Isn't the archbishop his brother?
I don't think he can do anything, but you might try him.
Twenty-nine, thirty thirty-one...
That's no whipping. He hasn't shed a tear.
Those possessed of the devil never do.
-It's the whipper's fault.
-What do you mean? Our whipper would make him cry.
You mean you have a better whipper in Marsellles than we have in Paris?
Yes.
Why?
I know, I know, I know.
Isn't there any way to stop the whipping?
I wish I had the power.
Quasimodo belongs to the world of the church, doesn't he?
He does, yet if he ventures into the world outside, he must accept its laws.
If his punishment seems unjust there is a higher power who watches and avenges.
Forty-nine, fifty.
The prisoner shall remain for one full hour on the pillory.
The cellars of the Palace of Justice are overflowing with prisoners.
It is the same throughout France.
It's not the common thief and murderer but the thousands, and thousands of heretics freethinkers and preachers of sedition that are our problem.
We have to build more prisons.
It is not more prisons we need, it's more executions.
We're far too lenient. What'd you find out?
The prisoner Quasimodo has already been sentenced.
-Where is he?
-At the pillory. The council is dismissed.
Water...
Did you see that?
And I thought he loved the Hunchback.
Never trust a man with pinched nostrils and thin lips.
-Where have you been?
-With my people.
I crept through the gates to tell them that the king has promised to help us.
Water...
Water!
There's your water.
Claude, I couldn't prevent it.
Before I knew what was happening he was already sentenced.
What do you think, Jean, made Quasimodo pursue the girl?
He never did anything like it before.
He would not disgrace us unless he was forced to.
I know how disappointed you are in him but we must bear our burden in patience.
The hour's up.
All right.
She gave me water.
"Are we not all God's creatures...
"...placed in the center of the universe...
"...to rule with love as our Father in Heaven?
"The time has come to regard our fellow man with respect...
"...for only thus will we reach the fulfillment of our destiny. "
No wonder Frollo fears the printed book.
Imagine all the people reading this.
The printing press seems to be a great invention.
It is. I'm glad I'm living in this age of great beginnings.
You're hurting me.
I should have made you my chief torturer.
I beg your pardon, sire.
I wouldn't have to rub so hard if Your Majesty would bathe more often.
-How often would you say?
-Twice a year. -Twice a year?
-At least.
-Would that make me live longer?
-It would.
Good.
I am determined to live 100 years and more, if your new elixir does what you promise.
What's the matter?
Why are the bells ringing at this hour?
And so strangely?
What's the matter with the Hunchback?
You see?
It is Quasimodo.
He's getting crazier every day.
Yes, he certainly has changed.
What do you mean?
He's been different ever since that Gypsy girl gave him a drink of water.
That's right. He keeps mumbling her name.
Maybe he's in love with her.
Is the lead hot enough to pour?
Who is she?
The Gypsy girl.
She's been invited to dance here tonight.
-Gringoire, what are you doing?
-The world looks beautiful this way.
One should always look at it standing on one's head.
-Be sensible.
-Sensible? It is monstrous to be as sensible as I am.
Please remember why you are here.
To divert the noble lords and ladies of Paris.
Unless they take poison to end the ennui of their empty lives.
Are you ready?
Yes, I am.
Come on, Bimbo.
Don't forget your cue, Esmeralda.
What have I done?
Why do you pursue me?
What have you done?
You have awakened in me all that should have stayed dormant.
I have sought a tranquil existence, and had it.
Until I saw you.
Since then my powers have failed me for I cannot rid myself of you.
In every book I read, I see your face.
In every sound, I hear your voice or the jingle of your tambourine.
I've questioned my conscience through the deep hours of the night only to awaken in greater confusion.
Let me go. They are waiting for me to dance.
I don't want them to see you dance.
-You are breaking my wrist. -I don't mean to hurt you.
Come away from here.
I can't bear it that all those men will see you dance.
I want you for myself alone.
If I can't have that it will be my end and yours.
Now, ladies and gentlemen next in our program the flower of Egypt the dancing wonder, Esmeralda.
Ladies and gentlemen, this is really not Esmeralda.
This is Aristotle the great mathematician.
The miracle goat.
He will tell any one of you how much money you have in your purse.
Phoebus, isn't that the Gypsy girl?
Come, Fleur, let's all dance.
Well, Bimbo, this is no party for us.
Come on, Aristotle.
Who are you?
Where do you come from?
Speak up.
I'm a soldier and I'm accustomed to being obeyed.
Here I sit and talk to you as if I had never seen a girl before never held one in my arms.
Why do I do this?
Why?
-Because you love me. -Because I love you?
Forever.
Forever is a long time.
You forget I am a soldier and gamble swiftly with life and death.
I am willing to throw my life away for you, today.
Tomorrow...
You see, love is only a part of my life.
It's a very sweet part, I admit.
For me, it is everything.
It's all my life.
There is someone here.
What is it?
Don't worry.
Phoebus now I see why Luna guards the night for the soul to pray.
How I welcome Phoebus light Phoebus, king of day.
-Say again you love me. -I love you.
More than anything in the world?
I can't do any more than just love you. -I can.
-You are a woman.
So you won't love me after tonight?
Perhaps not.
Let's get away from here.
There is somebody near us.
-I'm afraid. -We'll stay, my love.
Murder!
Captain Phoebus has been killed.
Captain Phoebus has been killed.
Murder!
The Gypsy, she did it.
There's the knife. Arrest her.
Bertrand, Guillaume, why don't you stop him?
It's impossible. We can't make him stop.
Something's happened to him. He's going mad.
We've tried everything. We can't even reach him.
Go and get more help.
We must stop him.
He'll awaken all Paris.
He's stopped.
-Jean. -Claude.
-I've been looking for you. -Good.
I am glad you came.
We couldn't stop Quasimodo. I thought he'd gone mad.
Where have you been?
I've been waiting for you all evening.
Oh, let's go down to my room.
I have a surprise for you.
I want you to hear some new music.
There's a young Italian composer.
He's written the most beautiful things, and you must listen--
What's the matter?
You may not want a murderer in your room.
What do you mean?
I have killed a man out of love for a woman who has bewitched me.
I know she is the trap that Satan has set for me.
You are the servant of God.
You must help me.
Claude, speak.
"He that smiteth a man, so that he shall die...
"...shall be surely put to death. "
God also says, "I shall appoint a place where thee shall flee. "
I can't help a murderer.
Then she must die.
Who must die?
This Gypsy girl who has made me a murderer.
-But, she is not guilty. -Yes, she is.
She has bewitched me. Therefore, she must die.
Die for your crime?
That's devil's logic. You can't believe that.
I do.
A sorceress once bewitched Bruno de Firenze.
He had her burned, and was saved.
This girl's death shall be my redemption.
You're mad.
You can't commit another crime. Your conscience won't let you.
There is no crime I would not commit to free myself of her.
Then my duty is to help the girl, not you.
Claude!
You are my brother.
I am no longer your brother.
Who's there?
Gringoire.
Darling.
You don't believe I killed him.
I know you didn't.
How's Aristotle?
-I have a cabbage for him. -Thank you, for Aristotle.
Your hands are like ice.
You aren't afraid, are you?
Not now.
Oh, Gringoire...
Why did I ever come to Paris?
Don't cry, darling.
I keep thinking and thinking how I came here to soften the king's heart toward my people and how my own silly heart betrayed me.
-For that, I deserve to die. -You will not.
I will get you free.
You will look after my people when I'm gone.
Don't talk like that.
Yes, darling.
Forgive me even though it is too late.
For what?
About Captain Phoebus.
Even before he was killed, I knew he really didn't love me.
-I've been a fool. -Don't speak of it.
-You're not angry with me? -Never.
Thank you, Gringoire.
-I hear someone coming. -Don't leave me. Don't leave me.
I must work to get you free.
-What is it? -Quiet.
I hear somebody talking.
It seems to come from over there.
Look, it's Quasimodo.
How can we save her?
How can we save her?
How can we save her?
Here, here is the appeal.
Quick, Master Fisher. Quick!
-We'll print it at once.
-To the people of Paris.
Not so fast.
I must get the type ready.
How soon can we get the first 100 copies? -Tomorrow.
-Good, good.
But, who will distribute them?
Every student, every beggar in the Court of Miracles will help us.
Let me see.
Parisians, day after day innocent people disappear.
Some die on the gallows, others are buried alive in dungeons.
By order of His Honor, the High Justice destroy this devilish apparatus.
You may destroy the form, but not the spirit.
Parisians, mark my words.
Today it is an innocent Gypsy girl.
Tomorrow it may be your brother or your children or yourselves.
Parisians, let us appeal to the king.
-Witness...
-Let us-- ...this is not a public square.
If you do not observe the dignity of this court, I'll put you in prison.
Close the door.
Silence!
Silence in the court.
Show them the evidence.
Witness, does this dagger belong to the Gypsy?
Yes.
Is it the dagger that killed Captain Phoebus?
How could she have killed a man so much stronger than herself?
It is obvious she was just trying to defend herself against the real murderer.
You know she's innocent.
These witnesses have proved it.
Sit down.
Silence.
Silence in the court.
Your Honor, surely it's time to use the torture on this stubborn wench. Not yet.
Bring in the other prisoner.
Silence.
Silence in the court.
Now the witchcraft is proved.
It is evident that the girl and the goat worked together.
I protest in the name of commonsense.
In the name of man who's not to be judged by stupid superstition and prejudice.
Remove the witness.
It's a shame when the fate of a girl depends on the behavior of a goat.
If the goat doesn't know the human language why don't the judges learn the goat's language?
Do you still deny that Satan is your master?
That you were sent to destroy man's body and soul and deliver him into hell?
I am innocent.
Show her what she has to expect if she refuses to admit her guilt.
It wasn't her.
If you want to know who it was, it was me.
Silence in the court.
Silence!
Do you confess now?
I am innocent.
Your Honor, in view of the late hour, and the prisoner's attitude there is nothing left but the torture.
Proceed.
The court will adjourn.
What do you think?
She is as innocent as I am of killing the captain.
She'll confess under torture.
-They all do. -I hate to see her hang.
-Is the doctor here? -Yes.
Proceed.
Mercy...
Mercy...
Mercy...
Your Honor...
Your Honor, His Majesty, the king, is in the courtroom.
No, no.
Let's stay back here.
I detest trials but our archbishop has made my existence unbearable with his appeals on behalf of this girl.
Your Majesty's presence here should satisfy His Grace.
Silence.
Silence in the court.
Your Honor, the prisoner has confessed all.
Monsieur Procurator, we are ready to hear your requisitions.
Since the witchcraft is proved, and the crime exposed we declare that we require penance...
-What is he saying?
-He's demanding the death penalty.
...before the great portal of Notre Dame and a sentence by virtue of which this witch, together with her goat shall be executed in Place de Notre Dame.
We will now take the vote.
Wait.
What's this?
Blood.
Did you confess under torture?
Yes, but I am innocent.
I'll find out.
Untie her.
Come here.
Let us submit her to trial by ordeal.
Is this the dagger found in her hand?
Here is my dagger.
If you touch yours, you will be judged guilty.
If you touch mine, you will be innocent.
Blindfold her.
Choose.
The judgement is against you.
I'm sorry.
Gypsy girl on such a day as it shall please our lord, the king you are to be taken barefoot with a rope around your neck before Notre Dame to do public penance.
Thereafter to be hanged on the gallows, together with your accomplice, the goat.
May God have mercy on your soul.
You've been kind to me.
I kneel before you innocent of crime.
I believe you.
I cannot allow this girl to do public penance on holy ground because she is not guilty.
Then she will hang without public penance.
You won't dare.
She is a witch and must die.
Take her away.
Sanctuary...sanctuary...
Sanctuary...sanctuary...
Thank heaven, the sanctuary will save her.
Oh, no, she killed one of us, and must die, regardless.
We will go to the king, and force him to suspend sanctuary.
Sanctuary...
But she's my wife.
I must see her.
Not now.
Believe me, she is safe here.
-But Quasimodo... -He will not harm her.
-He did once before. -That was not his fault.
Believe me she is safe now with Quasimodo.
Eat, eat.
I'm going away so that you don't have to see my ugly face when you're eating.
Come here.
You called me back.
I'm...
I'm deaf, you know.
You would think there would be nothing more wrong with me, wouldn't you?
But I'm deaf, too.
It's horrible.
I never realized till now how ugly I am.
Because you're so beautiful.
I'm not a man.
I'm not a beast.
I'm about as shapeless as the man in the moon.
I'm deaf, you know but you can speak to me by signs.
Why did you save me?
You asked me why I saved you.
Oh, I tried to carry you off and the next day you gave me a drink of water and a little pity.
Listen...
You must never leave the church or they'll hang you.
And that would kill me.
Yes.
It's good in the church.
It's high, high up...
Look...
People.
Look, little people...
Look, look.
Here...
Up here friends.
Up there babies.
Jacqueline.
Gabrielle.
Guillaume.
Big Marie.
She made me deaf, you know.
I can hear my friends.
Shall I play them for you?
I am proud to be the first to sign.
I never heard of such an outrage.
An imbecile hunchback takes the law into his own hands and the king approves of it.
We will not be governed by the shouting of the rabble nor can the judgement of our courts be willfully set aside by the church.
When the king reads this document and sees the names of those who signed it he will do away with sanctuary for all time.
Come, Frollo.
Your signature.
Your name will force the king to decide in our favor.
That girl must hang, and this resolution will seal her fate.
I have something to say to you...
What is it, my child?
Gringoire...
Every man in the Court of Miracles is ready to fight for Esmeralda.
Look at that new weapon. With this, we save her.
We'll not let those nobles take away our right of sanctuary.
Don't bother me now.
I've got to finish this appeal to the king.
To the people.
-The printer's waiting. -Words won't save her.
I have a better way: force.
I don't believe in force.
My friend, you are a dreamer, a scribbler, a poet.
What do you want?
To prove your point, or save Esmeralda?
The plague on you if you don't stop arguing like lawyers.
-Do something. -Right.
-No, wait. -Until they hang Esmeralda?
Gringoire, my army of beggars, thieves and cutthroats is ready to march.
No, no, no, Clopin.
-We must wait. -What for?
For the effect of my pamphlet on the population of Paris.
But you forget the power of nobility.
You forget that the king will read this, too.
He failed before when they destroyed the printing press.
I can't depend on pamphlets.
We march.
Get ready.
And this pamphlet, you say, is being distributed by craftsmen and students throughout Paris?
Throughout the whole country, sire.
My craftsmen are awakening.
The result of your printing press, sire.
-If we had taken-- -Read on, read on.
"The people have faith in their king...
"...and are certain that so long as the courts...
"...continue to use torture instead of common sense...
"...he will refuse the nobles' demand...
"...to suspend the sanctuary of Notre Dame. "
A thrust at you, Frollo.
What's that?
Why are they gathering out there?
-Olivier. -Sire.
The people fear the nobles' influence upon you, sire.
And have come here to make certain you will not suspend sanctuary.
What does all this mean?
It's the pamphlet, sire.
I see.
I see.
This poet is cleverer than I thought.
This bold new way of appealing by printed petition is creating a sort of public opinion that is forcing decisions even on kings.
Impertinent but I like it.
It's different.
Public opinion is dangerous, sire.
Dangerous for whom?
-Your Majesty, the archbishop has arrived. -Let him come in.
Sire, the pledge of the sanctuary is being threatened.
-Have you read this?
-I have, sire...
-...and all the people are aroused by it. -Good, my people do your work.
Go on.
Destroy these false nobles who want to be kings.
Hang, pillage, sack them.
On, my people, on.
But, sire, the cathedral Notre Dame--They will destroy it.
-What do you mean?
-Thousand of beggars are afraid that the Gypsy girl is no longer safe in the church and are storming Notre Dame.
That, I would not endure.
It's all your fault.
-My fault?
-Yes.
If you hadn't interfered with the execution the girl would have been hanged and all would be well.
But, sire, the Gypsy girl is innocent.
The trial by ordeal was against her.
Still, she is innocent.
If you're so sure she is innocent you must know the real murderer.
Who is it?
Speak up.
Your Majesty...
Who is it you are protecting?
I am waiting for my brother to speak.
Oh, what is this, a personal matter between you two?
Who is it?
-It's the Hunchback! -No.
Then who is it?
Who is the murderer?
I did it, and I would do it again.
I don't understand.
He's madly in love with the Gypsy girl.
And he condemned her to death?
Because she didn't love him.
Frollo, a murderer.
-Who are you?
-Maitre Gringoire.
Oh, the man that wrote the pamphlet. I would talk to you.
Arrest Frollo.
Quick, quick.
Come in, come in.
I, Clopin, king of the beggars summon you, Archbishop of Paris to give up the Gypsy girl.
We've come to save her from the nobles who want to hang her.
Open the door, Archbishop of Paris or we'll break into your church.
What's all this about?
-Who are you?
-Craftsmen.
-Craftsmen?
-Citizens of Paris.
We have all read Maitre Gringoire's pamphlet and are here to defend the sanctity of Notre Dame.
No one shall violate it.
-Not even the nobles?
-Not even the nobles.
I don't believe you.
Charge!
People...
They've come to hang you.
But I'll keep them away. If you don't leave here they can't catch you.
No one can get in here.
I wouldn't let them.
If you are afraid pull the rope.
I can hear the bell.
What's the matter?
Are you all cowards?
You can't let those thieving nobles hang an innocent girl.
She's one of us.
Come on, fight.
You're not afraid of a stick of wood, are you?
Where's your courage, beggars?
Come on, we'll save her!
Set her free.
Come on!
Fight!
Don't slink away like frightened rats.
What are you afraid of?
There's no demon up there.
That's only Quasimodo, the bellringer.
We should thank him for furnishing us with a battering ram.
Come on, lads, do your work.
Come on, lads!
Forward!
Forward, lads.
Parisians...
Parisians she's free.
We won.
The king has pardoned her.
Disperse and go your ways in peace.
The girl has been pardoned and all her people are free to live anywhere in France.
We've won.
Why didn't you wait?
I told you I could save her without using force.
I thought that was just a poet's dream.
Don't thank me.
Thank Quasimodo, who saved you from hanging.
And Gringoire, whose little printed papers set you free.
Your Grace.
Why was I not made of stone like thee?
A man has committed murder...
Locked, trapped in a room, he recalls how he became a murderer.
DAYBREAK
- Like to hear more?
- Shut your trap, will you?
You did yourself a lot of good!
You, too!
What happened?
Did someone fall?
Someone... someone fell!
Help!
ls anyone there?
- What's up?
- Dunno.
- A blind man was shot.
- It was suicide!
I'd do the same in his place.
Someone fell...
Why did he shoot?
Who is the dead man?
I never saw him before.
He was found on the stairs.
Shall we go up?
Yes, OK.
Police!
Open up!
Go to hell!
Police!
Open up!
Ifyou don't...
No, I won't. I have nothing to see you about.
Go away.
I want to be left alone.
I don't want to see anyone... ever!
Open up or else...
I won't! Beat it or I'll shoot!
What's wrong, François?
What type of chap is he?
A brawler?
A drunkard?
An alcoholic?
Mr François?
He's the nicest chap here.
Meaning no offense...
You're right. He's a good lad.
A good lad who fires on my men.
Enough!
Let's go upstairs.
I knew Gerbois was a bad lot.
It's not him, but the chap next door.
Gerbois still looks a bad lot.
No one must stay on the stairs.
- Where are you going?
- I won't stay with criminals!
There is no danger, Madam.
So you say...
My spoons!
You can't stay here.
- But my spoons...
- Blow your spoons!
- Come along.
- My spoons!
"Police!
Open up!"
What could they understand?
Nothing.
You suddenly do it... and that's that.
Talking to yourself now...
Flowers...
How nice!
On my saint's day.
So your name's François!
How did you guess?
Easy!
My name's Françoise.
So we celebrate together!
- Who are they for?
- Not for you.
I was delivering them and I lost my way.
Where are you taking them?
To Mrs Legardier.
I see!
She's the assistant manager's wife.
She never comes here.
I'll show you.
Go straight on. D'you see that hangar?
Go round it...
And you'll see a house with a garden. It's there.
Still here?
You'll grow roots...
You look pretty with your flowers.
Like a little tree!
This place interests you, eh?
Some job, eh!
Well, work means liberty... and good health!
They look after our health here!
We're always drinking milk. Like some?
No, thanks. I don't care for it.
Nor do I... but I drink it.
So do I!
He'll drink milk when cows eat grapes!
Cheers!
You work near here?
- Where?
- At Briquet's.
The market gardener.
Are they relations?
I come from an orphanage.
How odd...
So do I!
What ajoke!
We've the same name and come from the same place.
And today is our saint's day!
I said this was a healthy spot!
You've a sweet mouth. Coming out?
Not tonight.
Come in, but be quiet, everyone is asleep.
I'm allowed in!
No longer shy?
I'm not really so shy.
What were you thinking of?
You know very well...
Why ask?
We've not known each other long...
Not long?
We met 3 weeks ago, that's 21 days...
Almost a month.
That's a long time... ifyou like someone.
Do we need a wedding with a hired car and all our pals invited?
A wedding?
You really are silly!
A wedding!
We'd have kids, dozens ofthem...
I was onlyjoking.
But kidding apart, I like you.
I really want to marry you.
My iron!
You know, it's funny being here... while everyone else is asleep.
They might all be dead!
You know, it wouldn't be so bad ifthey were... and only us two left alive.
Yes...
Perhaps...
People in love are said to be more alive than others.
Is it true?
I don't know.
You shouldn't smoke if it makes you cough!
It's the sand, not the smoke.
There, I've finished.
Pretty, isn't it?
I'll fix it on my dress.
Wait a moment...
I'll call you.
Ifyou'd told me, I'd have worn my dinnerjacket.
It's bad manners to leave your guests in the kitchen!
And I don't like being left alone.
You didn't say, "Come in", but I will.
Do...
I wasn't long, was I?
Did you dress up for me?
Your room's nice... even if it is rather small.
And your bunk is... a bit narrow.
It's wide enough for me.
For you, maybe...
Me!
And several ofthem too!
Nice ofyou to have me here.
A familiar face in a strange place makes you feel at home!
Who's he?
That's Bolop, my bear.
I've had him ever since I was small.
One ear's missing, but he's cute.
He's like you.
There is a family likeness.
You are alike.
He has one twinkly eye and one a little sad.
You're right.
I have one twinkly eye and one sad eye.
- How did you notice it?
- I watched you.
It's funny...
You collect postcards!
Monte Carlo...
Villefranche-sur-Mer...
Nice...
The "Promenade des Anglais"...
That's a very smart spot...
You pay for a deckchair and watch... the English go by!
Why laugh?
The Riviera's lovely.
Ever been?
No, I've been told about it, so I know a little.
There are big red rocks and the sea... and casinos all around.
Casinos!
The sun shines and there are flowers even in winter.
Mimosa...
You and your casinos and mimosa!
It's an airy fairy dream...
Maybe, but sometimes it's so drab here.
Because you live alone.
But ifyou lived with me...
You're so nice...
Of course I am...
Don't laugh!
I'll buy you a bike one day, and then if it's fine at Easter, we'll go and pick lilac.
Lilac...
- What's wrong?
- I pricked my finger.
Let me see.
It's nothing.
Want me to stay?
I'd leave early...
No one would see me.
- Not tonight.
- Why?
Don't you like me?
Yes... but I have an appointment.
At this time of night?
They let you go out?
Everyone is asleep.
I can go.
I'm in charge ofthe house.
"In charge"!
You're not jealous?
Not at all!
You're a free agent.
So am I...
We all are.
Let me know ifyou want to see me again.
- I'll take him with me.
- Oh no!
Why not?
I don't like leaving empty-handed.
Clever!
I did it on purpose!
Valentin knows his stuff.
A better trainer doesn't exist.
He was here before, 3 months ago.
Clara's not bad, but she's not in the same class.
The swine...
Women are fools, but I top the lot.
I must have bats in the belfry to stay 3 years with him!
Just tell me when your housework's done.
"Housework"?
You come along and wash your dirty linen in public.
What's it got to do with me?
Don't get annoyed, I just didn't want to talk to myself.
You don't know how happy I am this evening...
Freedom is quite something!
You're not very friendly...
- You could offer me a drink.
- OK, what'll you have?
I was joking. I'm celebrating today, I'll invite you.
Naturally, you can't know... but how that man can talk!
He has a way of using his hands...
As though he kept his spell up his sleeve.
He can talk you into anything.
Take the Riviera, for instance...
He starts talking about it... and you're right there.
That's how he got me... with mimosa.
What's the matter?
Nothing.
You could say something nice to me...
What?
That you're beautiful?
I can't tell with all that make-up.
I take it off before I go to bed.
It isn't every day a woman is free and meets a man she likes.
You've got blue eyes...
They're quiet and restful.
At least you don't talk much.
Shall I say I love you?
I'm sick of men who talk of love.
It's true. They talk so much, they forget about love.
I'm not so absent-minded.
Hey, you're not going to desert me now!
I wanted to see you home, but I can't. Do you mind?
I'm old enough to go home alone.
You're not angry?
But my evening's spoilt.
What's one evening at your age?
Run along home, like a good girl, and I'll be round tomorrow.
See you tomorrow.
I like ajoke, Clara... when I make it.
- But quitting the act...
- The act!
Don't make me laugh! I'm through. The act's over for me.
No more dogs, no more touring. I'm on my own now.
We leave tomorrow!
Steady, the lady's with me.
Temporarily...
Not at all!
It's for life, isn't it?
What's your name?
Mine's Clara.
You're ridiculous...
You're the one who's ridiculous... and rude!
I've my own way of dealing with rudeness: a good swift kick...
Ifyou think vulgarity settles the matter...
Sailing dates...
Ships due at Boulogne...
The 6th, SS Veendam from New York...
The 13th, SS Noordam from New York...
Sailing dates...
It's all very sad.
He said good evening to me and even stroked the cat.
The cat?
I wonder what he's doing now, all alone...
It can't be much fun.
No, it can't be.
It gives you the creeps...
Where can I sleep?
I can't afford a hotel.
You can't do it!
François isn't a crook!
He's just an ordinary man!
You can't kill him!
He must've moved a wardrobe.
That's all we need!
Hey, you down there!
What?
Is there a wardrobe in the room?
What?
I asked ifthere was a wardrobe in the room.
Of course there is.
A big one?
Big?
How should I know?
It's just a wardrobe.
Just a wardrobe...
Made of solid oak or something...
Like any other wardrobe.
Everything all right?
We've got to make the best of it.
Everything all right?
We've got to make the best of it.
Come in...!
Are you alone?
Silly!
Of course I am... as you never come near me.
It's Sunday today. Complaints are not accepted.
You look lovely.
Truth rising from out the well!
The truth!
Careful...
or I'll tell you a few home truths.
Not this morning, I'm not curious.
I'm in love.
In love!
What next, I wonder...
I've been here 2 months now...
Why?
And for whom?
A brute like you...
But I'm a nice brute, aren't I?
A nice brute... who drops in occasionally... when he feels like it, like a tourist.
You must admit I travel light.
That's the trouble.
You never bring your things.
That was never intended.
I know.
You promised nothing and I asked for nothing.
All the same...
- I get bored at night.
- Can't sleep?
- I can.
- Well?
I have nightmares.
I dream you're not there and then wake up with a start...
And you're not there, so it doesn't help.
Call that a love life?
Love life indeed!
You're silly!
That's all right in books, for chaps with nothing to do.
But I slave away all day.
I need my sleep at night.
But during the day... it depends...
Sunday morning, for instance...
Doesn't the light worry you?
The winter sun is kind.
I prefer a bit of shade.
Well, I say!
- What's up?
- Look!
The trainer!
What a time to choose... What's he want?
- Nothing good.
- He's come to see you.
More likely come to see her.
I told you never to mention her.
He won't hesitate to do so.
What's he doing all this time?
What's he doing?
Well, isn't that nice?
I listen at keyholes!
But I've no principles.
Does that shock you?
It's odd, but it's always honest folks who can't bear eavesdroppers.
So they've something to hide!
Don't listen, or he'll never stop. He's a doctor of philosophy.
I always was very intelligent.
Can I help that?
I hope I'm not disturbing you.
I can see you're so happy together.
Mind, I'm not jealous...
I'm a nomad.
Here today, gone tomorrow.
But it warms the heart to see the birth of happiness.
Have you finished your oration?
What do you want?
I don't know...
I just dropped in.
It's amusing.
I'm back like a ghost.
Like to see the dogs?
Women forget quickly.
Poor little creatures...
Not women, the dogs.
You can't make us jump through the hoop!
Come to the point!
- What do you want?
- He wants to talk to you.
And you want to talk to him.
You'd better go...
He'll go with you.
What you've got to say doesn't concern me.
You know, Clara, it hurt me when you left me.
Hurt you?
Really!
You must be growing old.
You're growing old.
- Coming?
- Hang on.
What'll it be, gentlemen?
- Glass ofwhite wine.
- Brandy spritzer.
We can't stay here forever.
You're back for Françoise?
I've been here since yesterday and I've learned quite a lot.
For instance, that you're still chasing her.
None ofyour bloody business!
You can't avoid explanations by vulgarity.
- Explanations?
- That's right!
I've tolerated your affair with Clara.
I could have put a stop to it.
But I let it go...
I'm broad-minded.
Maybe, but your brain's too tiny.
So ideas just tumble out anyhow.
First it's Françoise, then Clara.
You're muddled-headed, tired...
Clara's free to do as she likes.
But Françoise...
It's time I told you something.
Try me.
I'm interested in her.
Because she is... my daughter.
It may seem odd, but it's a fact.
Françoise is my daughter.
A brandy spritzer and a white wine.
She's an orphan.
Children from orphanages don't have parents?
I'll be honest with you.
You see before you a poor wretch.
I have my faults, like all men.
My vices too...
But at heart, I'm no worse than another.
I did wrong, I admit it.
As for her mother...
we mustn't be too hard on her.
When we had this child, I was young.
I didn't understand. A youthful peccadillo.
Ajoke.
But as you grow older, you realize it wasn't ajoke.
It haunts you.
Stupid perhaps, but that's what is known as remorse.
You start to think of nothing else... You search...
You'll never know how I searched!
I checked and rechecked...
When I saw her, the image of her mother...
What a woman she was!
A beauty!
The same green eyes continually changing...
What a world!
It's a small world.
We each go our way.
But the wheel turns and we're back where we started.
It's my duty to intervene.
Your duty?
Duty!
Forgive me, but I want only one thing:
the child's happiness.
It's a simple, natural reaction.
And frankly, she can't be happy with you.
You're unbelievable!
There's no other word for it!
Playing the father!
What a nerve!
He deserts his daughter, and 20 years later, he creeps back... tears in his eyes...
To do what, I ask you?
To moralize!
What ajoke!
Listen...
I'll tell you something:
I come from an orphanage too!
And if my father or mother dared preach to me,
I'd tell them off!
Anyway, what's it all got to do with me?
I love Françoise, do you hear?
What do you say to that?
- You do?
- Yes.
- And her?
- Never you mind!
After all, my dear fellow, think...
I've a right to know exactly what there is between you!
A right!
I'm fed up with you!
What do you hope for?
Tell me that...
You wouldn't...
You don't hope to...
Not Françoise.
I have a responsibility to her.
You have no money, no future, and bad health.
You have an unhealthyjob.
What?
What did you say?
You're lucky you're her father!
Now listen.
Get up and go.
Go quietly.
Hop it.
Get me?
- It's odd.
- What?
We meet every day, but you live with her.
You know I don't live with her.
- It's the same thing.
- Not at all.
Do you love Clara?
No, I want to live with you.
Would you like that?
We'd be happy...
But you know, there is... something that's worrying me.
Or rather someone.
Someone?
Come! You know who I mean.
So you're still jealous?
It's not jealousy.
Now I know who he is, but you should have told me.
- What?
- That he's your father.
My father!
But he's not my father!
- He's not?
- No.
He loves making up stories.
You should have heard his yarn!
He's mad!
What does he want?
And why do you go on seeing him?
I told you. He's been kind to me.
The only one who was kind to me... until I met you.
He brings me presents, he writes to me...
The picture postcards!
He's traveled and knows a lot.
He hasn't and he knows nothing.
He's a maniac and a liar!
He makes me sick!
Ifyou'd heard him:
My daughter this, my daughter that...
I tell you, he's nuts!
I won't see him again ifyou want.
Really?
And I won't see Clara again.
Don't you hate a guy who lies all the time?
We all lie. I've lied myself.
It'd be a lie to say I hadn't.
I don't like liars.
I'm not a confirmed liar.
I love you, so you can't be.
It's nice here.
- Remember what you said?
- What?
We'd pick lilac at Easter.
Haven't you enough flowers here?
They're hot-house plants, not like the country.
The country's so lovely.
I do love you.
You're so lovely... so delicate, like a young animal.
The first time I saw you,
I knew what happiness meant.
I love you.
It's sweet ofyou to say so.
Sometimes when I'm alone, I think about love, too...
I'm happy and I feel like laughing.
But listening to you right now, I'm happy... yet I want to cry.
I don't understand it.
I don't like pain.
Pain?
D'you think I do?
But we two will be happy.
I've never been happy before.
When I was alone, I didn't care.
I've always been unlucky.
Unlucky in all kinds ofways...
Once I had a new cap. A puff ofwind caught it... gone.
Same old story...
Unemployment, lousyjobs... The jobs I've had to do!
All kinds ofjobs, but all the same. Spraying paint, red lead...
That's bad for you, too.
It's like sandblasting.
After a bit, I had to give up.
Things were going badly. I set up on my own.
It's like waiting for a tram in the rain.
It doesn't stop...
It's full up.
And so is the second and third.
You stand there, waiting...
Like a fool.
But now, I've got you.
You want to keep me for always?
Of course.
Do you love me?
This is for me.
I really care for it. I've always worn it.
Do you love me?
Yes, I love you.
There's nothing to explain.
I knew it when you walked in.
You looked like an undertaker.
I'm not in the mood forjokes.
What about me?
But it's not a tragedy.
Luckily we're not in love.
Ifwe were and had to part, that would be terrible.
- You angry?
- Why?
I've been very happy with you.
I didn't want to end it, but I lived here and you over there...
We were too far apart.
Don't pull such a face.
I'm not pulling a face.
You are!
You'd think I was dropping you!
So sensitive, so touchy...
You all make me laugh!
What'll you do now?
Look for ajob. I know people in the business.
I once worked for a seal trainer.
Are seals nice?
The trainer was nice too... to me.
He was brutal to the seals.
I left him to join Valentin.
He used gentle methods.
He trained a dog in 3 days. D'you know how?
He shaved the fur off its paws and burnt the skin with a hot iron.
Then during the act, he tickled the wound with his whip.
Enough!
He's disgusting!
And mad!
He's not mad. He's rotten. Like a bruised fruit.
He knows it.
So he hurts others, as consolation.
He destroyed something in me too.
Still, I mustn't grumble.
I had a break with you, a rest cure!
I didn't want to hurt you.
I want you to remember me as a friend.
I shan't forget you.
If I could, I'd forget you at once.
Memories...
Do I look as if I live on memories?
But I'll give you something.
A present to remember me by...
What?
Valentin gave it to me. Shocked?
He had a stock ofthem.
I took them to make him buy more.
Like to see them?
Nothing easier!
It's a scoop!
A bargain!
They're very pretty... from Italy.
Here...
Look.
Aren't they nice?
All his mistresses get one.
She has one too, hasn't she?
What are you staring at?
What are you all waiting for?
Has he gone mad?
He'll jump.
- What's up?
- He's at the window!
What?
I'm not a freak! What are you waiting for?
You expect me to jump?
A murderer's interesting.
I'm a murderer, yes!
But killers can be met in any street... everywhere!
Everyone kills. Everyone!
Only they kill... by degrees, so it's not noticed.
Like the sand that gets into you!
Beat it!
Go home and read about it in the papers.
It'll all be in print.
You'll read it and believe it!
What else are the newspapers for?
They know everything.
Beat it, or you'll catch cold.
Scram!
Let me alone!
Alone, d'you hear?
All I ask is to be left in peace!
I'm so tired...
I don't trust anyone anymore. It's all over.
Give up, François!
Others have killed and are alive!
Come on down.
There'll be quite a good job going... with overtime!
Go after it!
It's a piece of luck!
François, come down! There's hope...
Who is François?
I don't know him!
He doesn't exist anymore.
So leave me in peace!
Go away!
We all know you. You're a good chap!
- Don't be stubborn.
- We'll stand by you.
Come down!
- What now?
- We wait... We have orders.
Clear the square!
She fell. She must've hit her head.
- We can't leave her here.
- Take her to my room.
Where are you going?
- She's hurt!
- This is no clinic!
What d'you want?
I must talk to you, man to man.
Beat it!
I won't go till you've heard me out.
I've listened enough to you. Get out!
Françoise won't see me.
I know you put her up to it.
Then why ask me?
I know everything. You can't hide things from me.
- You're lucky.
- I am...
Am I?
Deceived...
A laughing stock.
What a lucky man!
You had a good laugh with Clara!
I don't care, I've no false pride.
But what are you up to with Françoise?
Don't start again!
You've played The Father once already. Melodrama bores me.
I was about to turn in.
I work all day and every day, see?
So I set my alarm and get to bed.
Then tomorrow I start all over again. Now, get out!
Get out!
- I'm unhappy.
- Who cares?
Men can talk to each other, but you're not human.
- Aren't I?
- No, you're not!
I did spin a yarn the other night.
I'm not her father.
Are you shocked?
You're revolting!
I've imagination, I'm a dreamer...
I invent exactly what I like.
I couldn't bear that she...
Stop fidgeting!
You're like a cornered rat!
So keep still!
Keep still, dammit!
I haven't moved.
It's odd...
I thought that manual workers... had no nerves.
Shut up!
You're on the edge...
Because you're uneasy.
Because you can't understand certain things.
Women are so complicated!
And girls so mysterious!
I'll make you shut up!
I'll make you!
- You don't scare me. Hah!
- Laugh away!
Go ahead and laugh!
If I threw you out, you'd laugh!
Stop it!
You're crazy!
I'll let you go, but it's a pity!
It's silly, I feel all dizzy...
Dizzy!
I feel dizzy all the time.
Clara's right, I'm getting old. I can't control my nerves.
It's not so easy to kill a man!
I know something about it.
That's what I came to do.
Yes, I wanted to kill you.
Just an idea I had.
I often have wonderful ideas, but I never follow them through.
I'm ajoke.
A rotter.
Yes, you are.
For tuppence, I'd burst into tears.
What a man I was once, though!
Ifyou'd known me when I was young, you'd have liked me.
Everyone liked me.
I expect you were as disgusting then as you are now.
Disgusting?
Disgusting!
Well, why not?
It has its advantages.
You aren't!
You're honest, straightforward and trusting.
What a fine thing trust is!
This is nice too!
A pretty trinket.
A pretty present for a little girl!
What d'you mean?
What do you want to know?
Nothing.
Hold your tongue.
It's funny how simple people get strange ideas about women.
Love...
Romance...
Of course, they love you!
It's wonderful to be loved, eh?
They don't love me, but I attract them.
That's the whole secret.
And as I attracted her, she and I...
Silly of me
- I adore youth!
Interested?
- Like to hear more?
- Shut your trap, will you?
Will you shut your trap?
You did yourself a lot of good!
You, too!
Gas...
Where is he?
What have they done to him?
I love you.
Don't move!
Try to sleep!
I shouldn't have said I loved him.
He's changed, he's not the same.
Explanations, always explanations!
We love each other, François!
I trust you.
Not so loud.
She's feverish. What is it?
Gas...
They're not going to suffocate him?
No, it's tear gas.
It'll make him cry and cough. It's unpleasant for a while.
The sand has made him used to it.
What does it matter?
He doesn't love Clara. That's all.
He can't help not loving her.
You love me, François.
Don't excite yourself, try to sleep.
I can't get up.
- You remember what you said?
- What?
At Easter, we'll pick lilac...
Remerciements au ministère des affaires étrangères.
Laser subtitling TITRA FILM Paris
"Jean Gaborit and Jacques Durand reconstructed this film with the approval and advice ofJean Renoir, who dedicates this resurrection to the memory of André Bazin".
THE RULES OF THE GAME
A Dramatic Fantasy
"This entertainment, set on the eve of the Second World War, does not claim to be a study of manners.
Its characters are purely fictitious".
"Sensitive hearts, faithful hearts
Who shun love whither it does range
Cease to be so bitter
Is it a crime to change?
If Cupid was given wings
Was it not to flitter?"
You're listening to Radio-Cité. It's exactly 10:00 p.m.
We're here at Le Bourget airfield, working our way through the crowd that's turned out to welcome the famous aviator André Jurieux, who has just performed a tremendous feat:
Crossing the Atlantic in 23 hours!
A record comparable...
Watch the cord!
A record comparable only to the one set a dozen years ago by Charles Lindbergh.
The crowd's moving!
Jurieux has arrived safe and sound, executing a magnificent landing.
The crowd is invading the airfield and crashing the police cordon.
The minister couldn't make it, but he asked me to convey his admiration and sincerest congratulations.
It's really the plane's doing.
Not at all.
It's a fine achievement.
Octave!
André!
Am I ever happy!
Not about your flight!
It's you I'm glad to see!
It is you, isn't it?
Is she here?
She didn't come?
- She didn't come?
- She couldn't make it.
But I did this all for her!
I know.
Mr. André Jurieux, a few words for our listeners.
Just a few words.
- What can I say?
You just flew solo over the Atlantic.
You must have something to say.
Anything.
You must be happy.
I'm very unhappy.
I've never been so disappointed in my life.
I made this flight for a woman.
She's not here to welcome me.
She didn't even bother.
I tell her this publicly:
She's disloyal!
The great aviator has performed a stunning feat.
But remember, it's cost him a great deal of effort, and he's exhausted.
My purse, Lisette.
He can't really talk.
But we have here with us an engineer from Caudron.
Jurieux's aircraft was manufactured by Caudron.
It's a standard model with a 200-horsepower Renault engine.
The copilot's seat was replaced by an extra fuel tank.
You're a hero, but you just behaved like a spoiled kid.
If Christine won't see you, serves you right.
- I couldn't face her now.
- Get some sleep first.
Tell me, Lisette, how long have you been married?
- Almost two years, Madame.
- That's true.
How time flies!
Are you happy?
My husband's no trouble.
He's in service at the château and I'm in Paris.
With you, Madame, I'm very happy.
- Do you have lovers?
- That's a big word.
Of course you do.
Octave, for example.
Give me my evening lipstick.
- I don't know where it is.
- Oh, yes, you do.
I don't like it.
Too purple.
It doesn't look natural.
What's natural nowadays?
And your lovers...
What do they say to you?
Not much.
- Do they kiss you?
- If I let them.
- Do they hold your hand?
- It depends.
- And then what?
- Then what?
Same old story:
The more you give, the more they want.
My scarf.
Nothing doing.
Men are all the same.
What about friendship?
Friendship with a man?
When pigs have wings!
- Good evening, Madame.
- Good evening, Lisette.
- Mitzi...
- Yes, Madame?
- Did you take the dogs out?
- Yes, Madame.
- Where is Monsieur?
- In his study.
Calm has returned to Le Bourget airfield.
The crowd is breaking up peacefully.
The victory reception is over.
We'vejust witnessed an event that will go down...
- We're late, my dear.
- As usual.
A new one?
- I got it today.
It's a romantic Negress. In perfect working order.
I prefer it to the radio.
So, you heard what André Jurieux said?
I can well imagine what he thought.
He'd risked his life.
How could you have refused him that small token of affection he must have pleaded for so touchingly?
He mistook it for love.
Men are so naïve.
How happy that makes me!
Thank you.
- It's nothing.
Telling lies is such a heavy weight to bear.
Lies...
Don't exaggerate.
Would you call me a liar?
I trust you completely.
Do you?
Excuse me a minute, my dear.
Madame de Marras, please.
Is that you, Geneviève?
I must see you.
Then come over now.
You're going out with Christine?
In the morning, then.
Not at 10:00.
Yes, 11:00.
Be realistic.
La Chesnaye must be in a state.
- So why does he have a wireless?
- Progress.
You call that progress?
I call it exhibitionism.
I feel sorry for Christine, because she's a foreigner.
And because you have a crush on her.
No, but it must be hard to leave the life she had in Austria.
An artist's life.
Her father was a famous conductor in Vienna.
And to move to Paris where nobody speaks her language.
- Why did she marry?
I didn't!
- Oh, you!
What's on your mind?
A maxim by Chamfort. It could almost be a precept.
What does he say?
"Love as it exists in society is merely the mingling of two whims and the contact of two skins".
If I understand you right, you want to leave me.
Last night I suddenly decided to be worthy of my wife.
I see the family picture:
Knitting, the slippers and lots of children.
Exactly.
I sort of feel now that I've had my fun.
All this because of the radio and André Jurieux.
How perceptive you are!
Let's say we do split up.
What would change with Christine?
Why, everything.
Nothing!
She's remained so Austrian.
A Parisian woman would understand. Not her.
If she found out, it's not our affair she'd hold against you, but the fact that you lied from the start.
She'd never forgive you.
I know.
Believe it or not, you mean a lot to me.
I don't know if it's love or force of habit, but if you leave me, I'll be very unhappy, and I don't want to be.
My dear, I'm so sorry.
I didn't intend to hurt you, but put yourself in my shoes.
A good thing you're weak.
I take after my father.
The poor man had such a complicated existence.
Let's go to lunch.
- With pleasure.
I don't know if it's this sentimental talk, but I'm famished!
No, old man!
Go on if you want, but I'm walking home.
- Don't leave me alone.
- Damn your problems!
Since you got back, you haven't stopped bending my ear.
And now you drive us into a ditch.
Thanks, but no thanks!
Are you hurt?
I wonder if I'm not dead.
I hit the roof like a feather.
It's rattled my brains.
Want to kill yourself over Christine?
Go ahead, but without me.
- Understand...
- I do.
You're nuts!
- So I'm nuts!
- Get help and get off my back.
You'd gladly see me put away.
You love her, too.
Sure I do, in my own way.
So you can't have her like a glass of wine.
Get this:
She's like a sister to me.
We grew up together.
Her father, old Stiller, wasn't just the greatest of conductors.
He was also the best of men.
When I went to study music with him in Salzburg, he treated me like a son.
I never got to show him my gratitude.
Now I can.
He's not here to look after his daughter anymore.
So I can and will look after her.
She needs looking after.
She's a foreigner among people who don't speak her language.
If you want to make her happy, let her come with me.
Because I love her.
Seeing her with that idiot La Chesnaye!
Him and his hunts, château and mechanical birds!
A two-timing snob!
He may be a snob, but he's got his feet on the ground.
Your head's in the clouds.
You put your foot in your mouth, like on the radio.
At Le Bourget when you got back.
You're back from America after breaking all sorts of records.
You get a hero's welcome. Ministers make speeches.
But instead of modestly and calmly playing your part as a national hero, instead of giving radio audiences the twaddle they expect, you start sounding off about Christine.
No wonder she won't see you!
But I did it for her, for her alone, understand?
She encouraged me. So when she didn't show up...
She's a society woman, and society has strict rules.
I don't need lectures.
I need Christine.
I love her, you know.
If I don't see her again, I'll die.
You'll see her again.
- Think so?
- Sure you will.
Leave it to me.
So, Mr. Octave!
No hello?
Fresh as a rose.
But you look awful.
What's the matter?
I bet it's your pilot friend again.
What a nuisance!
Madame can't sleep at night.
Listen here.
Do you trust me?
I'll settle it.
- Really?
Where have you been?
I've been very busy.
- Problems?
- I'll tell you later.
You came to see my wife?
Let me say good morning.
- What's that you got:
A nightingale?
- A warbler.
- Looks like the moths got to it.
- But it still sings every 20 seconds.
- I bet it does.
- Cynic.
Where have you been all this time?
Were you away?
May I?
Good morning, my dear.
Sleep well?
Say, Lisette.
- I got a letter from Shoemaker.
- Schumacher!
He says that without her, my woods lack poetry, and his gamekeeper's job seems utterly dreary.
He wants you to join him.
And leave Madame?
Your lordship, I'd rather divorce.
Don't get melodramatic.
Are you two done talking?
Oh, yes, you have a big secret for her.
You said it.
- I'll leave you.
- About time, too.
- Coming out to "La Colinière"?
- Maybe.
What did I say?
Twenty seconds.
A cup of tea?
A nice hot coffee with bread and jam?
I'm not hungry.
Something's definitely out of order.
I've never seen Mr. Octave without an appetite.
Won't you sit down?
Come now, tell me your secret.
- It's about André.
- Oh, no!
- You know he wanted to die?
- That's just talk.
Excuse me, but I was there.
How could he?
How?
Why, in his car.
He tried to drive into a tree.

- And it's my fault?
- It sure is your fault.
- I don't understand.
- Don't you?
Listen, my dear.
You throw yourself around people's necks like a 12-year-old.
You can do it with me.
You'll always be my little Salzburg girl.
But with others it can be... awkward.
So, in Paris, you can't show a man affection without...
So I'm to blame for everything?
Not everything.
Just a few things.
Must I apologize to your friend?
That's going a bit far.
But you might...
invite him to "La Colinière".
You're so improper!
In that case...
I'm going.
Good-bye.
Or rather, farewell.
- Where are you going?
- To see him.
You won't come out to "La Colinière"?
I can't cut myself in two.
You silly thing!
You foolish old dear!
- So you'll invite him?
- I'll invite him.
I don't want to be the woman who drove to despair the great hero, the idol of the masses.
If his plane crashes, they'll blame it on me.
They'll call me a vamp, public enemy, obstacle to progress.
They'll talk about "the foreigner".
And I hate martyrs.
And your husband...
what'll you do about him?
That's your business.
I've done my part.
I wash my hands of the rest.
- Christine, du bist ein Engel.
- An angel?
A dangerous angel, but an angel nonetheless.
Cook me up two fried eggs, a big slice of ham and a glass of white wine.
- You'll put on weight.
- Don't worry.
I'll deal with it.
All right, then.
I'll expect you at "La Colinière".
You have your own car, fine.
See you tomorrow.
I'm in a terrible predicament.
- Geneviève.
- You know?
- Who doesn't?
Sick and tired of her?
But you want to end it?
Leave it to me.
If you could.
Easy enough.
She's dying to get married, so we'll get her hitched.
To whom?
To you?
Oh, me, you know, I'm not the marrying kind.
I'd be ready to sacrifice myself.
But only for Christine.
- I know.
But I need a favor in return.
You need money?
You know you're a decent guy?
I take after my mother.
I want you to invite André Jurieux.
To "La Colinière"?
That's a very serious request.
Serious?
I know what happened between Christine and your friend.
I'm not blind.
- Nothing happened.
A good thing, too!
Then invite him.
I'd be taking a big risk.
I love Christine.
I'd never get over losing her.
You know what?
I feel like skedaddling.
I want to disappear down a hole.
What for?
So as not to have to figure out what's right and what's wrong.
The awful thing about life is this: Everyone has their reasons.
Of course they do.
And I'm all for their free expression.
I'm against barriers and walls.
And that's why I'll invite André.
- Is it the right thing to do?
- I have faith in Christine.
If she loves Jurieux, separating them won't stop her.
They might as well see each other and talk it over.
You know, we could get Geneviève together with André.
You idiot!
That would be way too practical.
I'll get dressed.
Staying for breakfast?
Yes, I'm staying.
Your lordship, about "La Colinière"...
See my secretary.
- Is Madame bringing her dogs?
- Ask Madame.
My screw!
Move this bench away.
It's the screw for my warbler.
- I understand, sir.
My dear, put that on the table.
I have some big news.
"My pilot", as you call him, will be with me at "La Colinière".
The things you dream up!
The things I dream up?
Dream up!
Excuse me!
You know, you're no fool, you're a poet.
A dangerous poet.
Your lordship.
Excuse me for bringing this up while on duty.
It's about my wife.
- You wrote me, my friend.
With my wife in Paris and me out here, it's hardly a life.
I feel like a widower.
What did his lordship decide?
What's there to decide?
If your wife wants to be with you, it's her decision.
Very good, your lordship.
- I'm so glad to be here.
- So am I.
I lit the stove and stocked all the fireplaces.
Inform Corneille.
- How is Gertrude?
- Just fine, your ladyship.
Was the coal delivered?
And the wood brought in?
Very good.
- Hello, Lisette.
- Hello, Edouard.
- Everything all right?
- Fine.
- Here you are, at last.
- Yes, here I am.
What's that?
It's Mr. Des Réaux's people. They're shooting rabbits.
What keeps you from doing the same?
We've already put up fences at Epinereaux and Tixier.
Along with what the gamekeepers ferreted, we've killed about 250.
Is that all?
With the full moon, we kill fewer than usual.
We need to put up wire fencing to protect the plantation.
- I don't want any fencing.
- Yes, your lordship.
Nor do I want any rabbits.
Work it out.
- May I continue my rounds?
- Of course, Schumacher.
We'll head towards Foucherolle.
Musette!
Here, girl!
What did the boss say?
He doesn't want fencing or rabbits.
How are we supposed to work it out?
It's that pest of a miller's cat.
He's a real nuisance.
He's no nuisance now.
Marceau deserves the same treatment.
Marceau takes us for idiots.
But it won't last much longer.
- What'd you find, girl?
- A rabbit in a snare.
Marceau sets snares all over. Leave them.
Don't tip him off.
- He won't be by today.
- At dawn?
If he goes on a binge, he won't be up early.
That bum's got it too easy.
What do we do?
Watch out for him.
There's one!
Hello, Marceau.
Hello, Schumacher.
How are you?
Want my rabbit?
Give it here.
Go on, walk.
Get a move on!
- What's going on?
- Marceau, your lordship.
- Marceau who?
- Marceau the poacher.
Come here.
- We caught him red-handed.
- Doing what?
Setting snares at woods' edge.
To destroy rabbits?
Why, the man's valuable!
Let him go!
- Is his lordship serious?
- He understands me.
He's an intelligent guy, not like this big bully!
Bully?
I'll teach you manners.
Scum like you should be shot.
Just for a tiny little rabbit!
- So your name is Marceau?
- Yes, your lordship.
- You're a poacher?
- Actually, I mend chairs.
But times are tough even in my line.
His lordship understands me.
So I try to keep busy.
- Call that busy?
Back in the war, I had men shot for less.
That's enough.
I like your face.
- His lordship's kind.
He's riffraff!
Enough.
Rather than work as an amateur, would you like to kill rabbits for me?
His lordship wants to hire me?
I won't say no.
If I poach, it's not out of spite.
It's to feed my aging mother.
He has none!
What?
I don't have an aging mother?
Continue your rounds.
Leave me alone.
Say, Marceau.
You must have set other snares.
Will you show me one?
Being in your lordship's service now, I can't refuse.
This way.
Over here, your lordship.
Here's a snare.
It's set in the wrong place.
- Why?
This trail isn't used anymore.
I should've noticed.
- We all make mistakes.
- No, it's annoying.
If Schumacher saw this, I'd never hear the last of it.
- You can count on my discretion.
- Thanks, your lordship.
So, glad to be working for me?
Sure, but I'd rather work at the château.
Why?
Don't you like the woods, Mother Nature?
With Schumacher around, not really.
This is more his world than yours.
At the château, he'd have to leave me alone.
I always dreamed of being a domestic.
- That's funny.
Why?
- Because of the outfit.
I've always dreamed of wearing a uniform.
- Has it been raining long?
- A half hour.
It was sunny at noon.
- Will it last?
- Last time it rained for two weeks.
Charming!
Her luggage.
Every time I come out here it rains.
It clears out the mind.
Hello, La Bruyère.
Will you allow me?
You're drenched.
Your scarf.
Where's your wife?
With Christine, discussing housekeeping.
How interesting.
You came from Tourcoing?
Is it raining there?
- Like everywhere else.
It took eight hours to get here via Paris.
The roads are slippery.
A record.
Hello, Jackie.
How you've grown!
- Think so?
- You're studying Chinese, right?
- No, pre-Columbian art.
Sounds thrilling!
How are you, Charlotte?
- Hello, my dear.
Have you lost weight?
Watch out for yourself.
- I swear.
What about these?
You can't fool me.
- Are you playing?
- I'll be right in.
Will you join us?
- Bridge bores me.
Who mentioned bridge?
It's belote!
Who does your hair, Geneviève?
- Did you really invite Jurieux?
- I did.
Do you mind?
On the contrary.
- Isn't Jean here?
- He drove to Orleans for the fish.
Tell him about Madame La Bruyère's diet.
She eats everything. But no salt.
On the contrary.
But only sea salt. And only once the food's cooked.
It's simple.
Even a child would understand.
- Do you have sea salt?
- No, but we'll see to it.
Adolphe, for Madame La Plante...
I almost forgot:
No tea, just coffee.
And for the general, a slice of lemon in hot water.
I know:
Arthritis.
And for André Jurieux?
What do you think of the diphtheria vaccine?
I don't know.
At the factory dispensary, we've had very good results.
Really?
Find your suitcase?
My eldest had strep throat and the youngest, measles.
You can imagine how worried I...
Who's that?
- André Jurieux.
- The aviator?
What luck!
I'll ask him for an autograph for my eldest boy.
- So nice of you to come.
- You're very kind.
My dear André. This is a pleasure.
It's an honor to have you.
You know everyone.
You haven't met my wife.
She'd like an autograph for our eldest boy.
I hope we'll see you in Tourcoing.
You were magnificent.
My dear Jurieux, I'm proud to shake your hand.
Very proud.
You're a man, a real man.
It's a vanishing breed.
You didn't fly in?
I must kiss you.
Glad to see you here.
May I kiss you, too?
And me?
And me?
I'm entitled to.
It stays in the family.
- What's that supposed to mean?
- Jurieux and Christine.
What's it to you?
We're here to hunt, not to write our memoirs.
So, did they or didn't they?
They did.
A pity.
He's so elegant.
Dear friends,
I must confess something regarding my relationship with André Jurieux.
I had a small part to play in his exploit.
This is how...
While preparing for his flight, André came to see me often.
We spent long hours together.
Very pleasant hours.
Hours marked by the rare sign of friendship.
He told me about his projects and I listened.
It's important to listen.
In this case, it wasn't a waste of time.
I'm very proud, and I wanted you all to know it.
Aunt, I'm so happy.
- We'll throw a big party for Jurieux.
- Excellent idea.
We'll put on a show.
We'll masquerade!
Sure, we'll masquerade!
We'll have as much fun as we can.
When, General?
- A week from now, after the hunt.
- Perfect!
Christine, let's show him his room.
These young people are charming.
Saint-Aubin, some billiards.
- Yes, sir.
- Anyone for a game of ping-pong?
- Me.
Coming, Geneviève?
A party for what?
To raise funds for the dispensary.
- Your coat, madam.
- I'll take it off in my room.
That Mr. Jurieux is charming.
He must have a good position.
- Most likely.
- A perfect match for you, Jackie.
- André doesn't notice I exist.
I could arrange a little get-together at my home in Tourcoing.
This Jurieux's handsome.
A pity the lady of the house...
Did you know she seated him at her right?
- What right?
- At the table.
That's bad.
I'm all for doing as I like, but etiquette is etiquette.
Madame can do without your advice.
Asparagus?
- Never anything canned.
Only fresh foods, for the vitamins.
Pass the mustard?
Did you get sea salt for La Bruyère?
She can eat like everybody else.
Diets I can accept, but not obsessions.
Madame's gone too far over her aviator.
"Constraint spoils pleasure".
- And you, Mr. Corneille?
- None of your business.
That's not very nice.
Pass the mustard.
Corneille, you spent 10 years with Count de Vaudois...
Twelve.
I'd still be there if he hadn't gone bankrupt.
- Fine, but did the countess...
- She had no lovers.
Of course not.
She was 85 years old and confined to a wheelchair.
You can't compare her to Madame.
- The count wasn't a yid.
- Meaning what?
Only that La Chesnaye's grandfather was a Rosenthal from Frankfurt.
I'm sure your husband agrees.
Right, Schumacher?
I don't know what you're talking about.
Speaking of Jews, I used to work for the Baron d'Epinay.
There were no Jews there, but I can tell you they ate like pigs.
That's why I quit.
- Will you be long, Lisette?
- Madame still needs me.
La Chesnaye, yid as he may be, chewed me out recently over a potato salad.
You know - or maybe you don't - that for it to be any good, you pour white wine over the potatoes when they're boiling hot.
But Célestin was afraid of getting burned.
Well, the boss sensed right off he hadn't done it.
Say what you like, but that's what I call a real gentleman.
So there you are.
Who do we have here?
- I'm looking for Mr. Corneille.
- Yes, my friend?
I'm the new domestic.
His lordship must have told you.
What do you do, my good man?
Oh, I dunno... a bit of everything.
- You shine shoes, my good man?
- Oh, sure.
When it comes to cleaning, I'm what you call a specialist.
Tomorrow morning you'll collect the boots outside the guest rooms.
Will do, Mr. Corneille.
We eat here?
- Yes, my good man.
I'm on duty now.
Sit down here.
Germaine, a plate.
What's your name?
Marceau.
And you, mademoiselle?
Madame.
My name's Lisette. I'm Madame Schumacher.
Don't let that stop you from sitting down.
The game better be good.
Last year, at the Cahens, we only bagged 60 pheasant the first day.
So long as I don't eat rabbit, I don't care!
Anything but wild rabbit!
Do I serve rabbit other than paté?
I'm not saying you do.
Say, La Chesnaye, enjoy driving your Delahaye?
Last month, Cannes-Paris: 10 hours and 35 minutes.
With a lunch stop.
So it's all set.
A party after the hunt.
- What party?
- Our party!
- A masquerade?
- Of course.
Off to bed now.
I'll come check you have everything you need.
As your guests, we never lack for anything.
Such hospitality is dying out.
Christine, you're the perfect hostess.
This way, General.
Before you go, I was meaning to ask you...
What's this pre-Columbian art?
What are you studying?
American civilization before Columbus's arrival.
- Oh, Negroes!
- There weren't any Negroes yet.
- Who was there?
- The Indians.
What a goose I am! Buffalo Bill!
- I forget where my room is.
- I'll show you.
We must have a splendid view.
Too bad it's dark.
A hunting horn!
You hunt on horseback?
In my father's day.
Is Octave too noisy?
- Not at all.
At the party, I'll do a fencing demonstration.
I used to do a card trick.
Whatever you do will be fine.
- You're a great musician.
- Have fun.
William, I won't be needing you tonight.
- Good night.
- Sleep well.
Good night. Sleep well.
You two happy?
- Very.
I adore you, Charlotte!
My dear, I'm so grateful to you.
- For what?
- For not making me look foolish.
It was delicate, in front of everyone.
Jurieux handled it well too.
It was a trying moment, and you were admirable.
My compliments.
You can go now.
I won't be needing you now.
Oh, no?
Good night, Madame.
Don't you want children?
Sure I do, Madame.
But they demand a lot of time.
You have to keep after them.
Or else why bother?
That's the beauty of it.
It's your sole preoccupation.
Madame's heard about the new servant?
He's very nice.
His name's Marceau.
Watch out for your husband.
His name's Schumacher.
And Mr. Octave's friend's name is André Jurieux.
So my aviator's not all that bad.
You sure smell nice.
Perfume?
- Leave me alone!
Something's cooking!
Not in bed yet?
- So that's it.
- That's what?
It's working out.
Happy?
Delighted.
Now we can put our cards on the table.
But you'd better hide your hand.
My good man, I hadn't heard about that radio business.
It confirms my opinion that our little Christine has class.
And that's a rare thing nowadays.
Sleep well, General.
What do you say?
- About what?
- Everything.
It's going well.
I'm getting the hell out.
Oh, no, not after all the trouble I went to.
You're here, you stay.
Do you like pillows?
I can't stand 'em.
You finished bouncing around?
Sorry, Saint-Aubin. I shouldn't have shot that pheasant.
I thought it was in my range, but it was yours.
No, it was clearly yours.
- No, it was past the pine tree.
- It was yours, my dear fellow.
You're too kind.
You'll have the seventh blind.
It's a bit far, but there are plenty of pheasant.
Saint-Aubin, you're his neighbor.
- The beaters come from where?
- From there.
- Then the game will come this way.
At least we'll be upwind.
Schumacher will show you to your blinds.
- Madame de Marras?
- I know where.
Mr. Jurieux, you can go up that way.
You have to get some height ahead of the beaters.
A lot of game try to escape over the road.
- You coming with me?
- There?
They'll take us for rabbits.
- Don't be silly.
That's right, the last blind.
Happy being out here?
Very happy.
And far from the chatterers.
Say, Octave... did you see Christine with La Chesnaye?
- What'd they do now?
- Disgusting!
They're overdoing it.
They have every right to.
They're married.
I hate her.
You're going through a rough time, but you'll get over it.
Trust my experience.
It'll take a while, but you will.
One morning you'll wake up and you'll notice the concierge's daughter has gorgeous eyes.
There, you're cured.
To wake up I have to fall asleep.
But I can't sleep!
So I've noticed.
You can really be a pain at night.
Ready on the left?
Let's go.
Gentlemen, your positions!
Move it on the left.
Move ahead.
Stay close.
Flush 'em out.
- Jackie, do you enjoy hunting?
- Yes, Aunt.
Don't you?
I missed them all.
I'm a poor shot today.
- You two were talking too much.
- Anyway, I'm sick of hunting.
Simple enough.
We'll take up winter sports.
Shall we display the kill?
No.
Do that at the château.
That pheasant there on the left...
Sorry, sir, but this time it's mine.
You can't keep pulling this.
Last time I didn't complain.
Try to understand.
I get a bead on a pheasant, and bang!
He shoots it down in front of me!
That's a bit rich!
They have a fine sport in Austria:
Hunting woodcock.
- At night?
- At dawn.
- I have something to tell you.
- Go ahead.
It's a secret.
May I borrow him, General?
- If you give him back.
- Have no fear.
None of that, Saint-Aubin.
Some people are really clumsy with their guns.
Know what happened to poor George last year at the Malvoisies?
He took his gun from his loader in such a way that he blasted his thigh to pieces.
He was dead in 20 minutes.
Wasn't that a good one, Christine?
Deyeux said, "Your day is done with game bag full and empty gun".
- Jackie, it's yours!
- Where?
I can't see a thing!
But where?
- There!
Aim at the rabbit, not me.
We lost him.
You're the most deliciously clumsy of women.
Am I?
- You are.
- I wish I were even clumsier.
- Why?
- So you'd kiss me more often.
Easy enough.
You know, Jackie...
I don't love you.
I know.
But you're wasting your time with my aunt.
So you know.
It's no joke.
You're in pain and so am I.
The field master was lousy.
Mr. André shot poorly.
His lordship is a better shot.
You finished, kids?
I had no luck despite my position.
It can happen.
- Are you cold, Madame?
- Not when I walk.
When the sun goes down, the temperatures plummet.
A squirrel!
If I only had my gun...
- Why?
I'm fond of squirrels.
- They're charming but destructive.
Take a look.
How marvelous!
It looks so close I could almost touch it.
Field glasses always come in handy.
This one's small enough to carry.
Their lenses are so fine and their shape so practical that at a short distance you can watch that squirrel up close without frightening it.
Fine.
So you'll tell Christine everything.
To what end?
- To hurt you.
Charming of you!
I hate suffering alone.
Misery loves company.
I want to see your face when Christine leaves you.
And she will if I tell her.
I don't doubt it.
You really love her.
You've stopped loving me?
- Let's change the subject.
I'm like the shepherd Paris without the apple.
It's grotesque.
Please give me an answer.
No, I don't love you anymore.
I'm very fond of you, but...
But I bore you.
The words you come up with, my dear.
The right ones.
I give up.
You can fight hatred, but not boredom.
Well, the whole thing's getting to me, too.
Seeing you play shepherd to your Viennese shepherdess makes me want to yawn.
I'm leaving.
- That would be best.
Yes, I'm leaving.
But bid me a tender farewell.
Not farewell. Good-bye.
No, farewell.
But a beautiful farewell.
For a moment, I want to go back three years in time.
When Christine didn't exist.
Take me in your arms as you did then.
I'll close my eyes and believe in everything I could desire.
Come now, Geneviève.
Don't say a thing.
Kiss me.
- My dear...
Extraordinary!
A moorhen!
You could count its feathers.
- Still see it?
- No.
Here, Madame.
Two feet away from the tree.
Three if we use your feet.
I want to see it, too.
Isn't it sweet!
Let me see.
It's my turn.
Whatever you're looking at seems damn interesting.
Very interesting.
'Morning, your ladyship.
- You're leaving?
- Yes, I am.
- Not staying for our party?
- I'm expected in Paris.
- You can phone.
- No, it's better if I go.
Better?
For whom?
For you?
For me, then?
My dear Geneviève, can we speak frankly?
Am I a troublesome wife?
How could you be troublesome to me?
Have I ever tried to hinder your relationship with my husband?
You know?
Like everyone else.
Good old Robert.
He's so kind, so sensitive.
But he's like a child.
He's incapable of hiding a thing.
How true.
When he tries to lie, you can tell right away.
He blushes before speaking.
His nose almost starts growing.
He has such tact.
I only have one complaint:
His habit of smoking in bed.
Isn't it awful, though!
And the ashes!
- The sheets!
- All burnt!
- The holes!
- As if beds were for smoking!
I ask you.
So you'll stay?
I don't know anymore.
Women should help each other out once in a while.
If you stay, my husband will look after you and a little less after me, which would suit me fine right now.
André Jurieux?
André's very kind and very decent, but too sincere.
Sincere people are such bores.
It depends what for.
What will you wear tonight?
A Tyrolian outfit.
And you?
I didn't prepare anything.
Come with me.
We'll find some fabric.
Do you know any Tyrolian dances?
Wait, it must go like this.
No, like this.
Unbelievable!
Our shoes have vanished.
- My boots are missing.
- So are mine.
My wife's shoes are gone.
- Corneille will find them.
- I'll see to it.
What will you wear tonight?
I thought it over all night.
I'm going to dress as a bear.
Wait.
I left the price tag on.
It's a fine cape.
Warm and waterproof.
But it's not flattering.
"Some men require not reputation's yoke.
Their first sword's thrust can be the master stroke.
The eye was in the grave and was watching Cain".
Getting used to your new job?
She loves me.
Loves me not.
Loves me.
Loves me not.
Loves me.
Loves me.
Loves me not.
Loves me.
She loves me.
I hurt you.
- On the contrary.
I'm glad. - Why?
- You're close to me.
- Silly.
Leave us alone or I'll tell Madame and you'll be fired!
- What are you doing here?
- I'm on duty.
We're on duty.
The boots, my good man!
All the men are waiting.
There's a house revolution!
Don't blame me. Blame this big bully here.
- Why are you here?
- I came to see my wife.
This is hardly the moment.
Their party's tonight.
Off you go.
I catch you with her again, I'll fill you full of lead!
Stop bothering the staff.
We're busy enough as it is.
See?
You're bothering the staff.
We're a hit.
Encore.
She's so annoying!
Come on...
Author!
Feeling gay we proudly made our way
Out to the racetrack our hearts unafraid
Our step was brisk We couldn't risk
Missing the military parade
All together now!
Where'd she go?
We must talk!
- Where is she?
- Who?
- Christine.
- Dunno.
Help me out of this.
Berthelin.
- Don't bother me now.
I drank too much.
I don't know what I'm doing.
That's good.
- Aren't we playing anymore?
- I've had enough of this show.
Why'd I dress up like this, then?
Help me out of this bearskin.
- We're busy.
Busy!
- Help me out of this.
- I'm busy.
Have you seen my wife?
I'm looking for her.
For Christ's sake, who'll help me out of this skin?
- I'm dying to play belote.
- A two-hander?
Ask the general.
Have you seen Madame?
I don't mean to be a nuisance, but I can't manage.
You're a nice fellow, but...
- But I can't take it off by myself!
- Now's not the time.
And Christine?
What've you done with her?
You'll find out soon enough.
Let me just get this off. Then they'll see!
Come here.
I'll take your bearskin off.
About time!
If she still loved you, she wouldn't be with Saint-Aubin.
Let's leave together.
I live here.
I can't just walk out.
You and your sense of property!
As if a house were that important!
I must see Christine first.
Pull!
- You haven't seen me.
- Why?
- Schumacher's after me.
- What for?
On account of his wife.
We were playing around.
He saw us and he's not happy.
Oh, your lordship... women are charming.
I like them a lot.
Too much, in fact.
But they spell trouble.
You're telling me.
- You've got it bad, too?
- Somewhat.
Ever wish you were an Arab?
- No.
What for?
- For the harem.
Only Muslims show a little logic in matters of male-female relations.
They're made like us.
- If you say so.
They always have a favorite.
But they don't kick the others out and hurt their feelings.
If you say so.
I don't want to hurt anyone, especially not a woman.
It's the story of my life.
- But that takes money.
Even with money, I still hurt everybody:
My wife, my mistress and even myself.
Whether it's to have a woman, leave her or hold on to her, first I make her laugh.
That way, her guard's down and you have your way with her.
Why don't you give it a try?
Because it takes talent.
Naturally.
Would you mind doing me a favor?
- Gladly.
What?
Check if the coast is clear.
If Schumacher's not at this end, I'll slip out the kitchen.
- Use the terrace.
- Too much light.
- Stay here.
I'll take a look.
- Thanks, your lordship.
- What are you doing here?
- Nothing.
You're restricted to the hallways tonight.
Move into my bathroom!
You're needed.
- Is it time?
- Just about.
Where's Mr. Saint-Aubin?
I don't know, honestly.
Excuse me!
Where's André?
You realize I've been looking for you for the past half hour?
By what right?
Yes, by what right?
You're being indiscreet.
Maybe so, but this time I demand an explanation.
I refuse to give one.
- You can't order Christine around.
- Then you'll give me one.
I'll box your ears, sir.
- Just try, sir.
André, please!
My dear Christine, I'm sorry.
He'll receive my seconds in the morning.
Mornings, I sleep.
I may have to throw them out.
- You won't duel?
- Not with you.
- You won't live it down.
- That's a laugh.
In my opinion, you're a most contemptible coward.
You're putting me in an inferior position.
You mustn't fight.
I'm going to break that clown's neck.
Clown?
Stay out of this.
So I'm a coward?
See to Saint-Aubin.
Why weren't you at Le Bourget?
Because...
I love you, André.
I never wanted to admit it.
But now I have a right to tell you.
I love you.
This is wonderful.
I'd given up hope.
What are we going to do?
We'll go away.
- Where?
- Anywhere.
- When?
- Right away.
I love you, Christine.
I think I can make you happy.
I've dreamed only of the joy of being with you.
So I know...
this joy doesn't come as a surprise.
Are you afraid?
I must tell La Chesnaye.
What for?
It's only proper that I do.
Listen to me.
I can't run off with the wife of a host who calls me friend and shakes my hand without an explanation.
But since we're in love, what difference can it make?
Even so, Christine, there are still rules.
We went and kicked up our heels
Without drum or fife we looked for thrills in life
We went and kicked up our heels
Though we each have a wife we kicked up our heels
Dear friends, I have the pleasure of showing you my latest acquisition.
It's the high point of my career as a collector of musical and mechanical instruments.
I think you'll like it.
I'll let you decide.
One...
Two...
Music!
If he bothers you, come and get me.
I'll put him in his place, and fast.
- What are you doing here?
- I came down for an apple.
- Where's Marceau?
- Am I his keeper?
- Where you going?
- Upstairs with the others.
Get me a drink.
I'm leaving tomorrow, and you're coming with me.
Whatever you say, Edouard.
I'll take you to Alsace.
Poachers, crooks, the likes of Marceau we know how to handle.
A squeeze of the trigger one night in the woods, and that's settled.
Of course.
To hell with their money.
It's stupid to work for others when you can be your own master.
And Alsace must be so beautiful, with all those tall fir trees, all that snow, and the storks.
Stop it!
Do you hear me?
Let go!
Let go, Lisette!
For the last time!
Do you hear me?
I won't say it again!
No, André, I'll leave with you right now or never.
We must walk out with our heads high.
You'll thank me later.
Sorry, Madame.
I'll murder you!
Well, now...
Mr. Jurieux.
You have what you wanted.
You're stealing my wife.
- No, just give me five minutes.
I'll give you this, bastard!
Repeat that?
What's going on?
Let's get out of here.
Hold on!
Thief!
Are you crazy?
- I've had enough!
- What is it?
I just told your friend that I love him.
Well, it's about time!
You really love him?
I don't know anymore.
Already?
What'd he do to you?
He kept talking... about propriety.
He suggested that I spend a month with his mother in the country while he settled things with La Chesnaye.
What did you expect?
That he'd take me in his arms, kiss me and take me away.
Poor little Christine.
There's one thing you forget:
You see, he's a hero.
- I'll have his hide!
- You're crazy!
I've had it!
I'll break your neck!
- Was that a bullet?
- A bullet.
- From a gun?
- From a gun.
A bullet from a gun.
Does that surprise you?
- Christine disappeared.
- Christine disappeared!
Tonight...
Christine disappeared!
So it goes!
You fools!
Didn't you see her leave with Octave?
I don't blame her.
If you two think you're any fun!
Don't worry.
You'll find her someday.
Geneviève, please!
And now, darling, let's talk about the two of us.
When are we leaving?
This isn't the moment!
I have other worries!
Your father walked by without even a look.
And we hid behind a door.
The musicians were already on their feet.
And out there, the audience was applauding.
- The old atmosphere!
- Sure was.
The setting was strange.
It was meant to look like a parlor in green and gold.
The kind of green only the English can come up with.
And your father... what elegance!
He crossed the stage, oblivious to everything.
The house went wild.
The king here...
As hard as he could.
He took his baton from the first violin.
As usual.
And just like in a dream...
Leave me alone.
You dirty louse!
Let go!
Not another attraction?
This is too much.
- Enough is enough.
- I hate gunshots.
That will do, Schumacher!
- Get off my back!
- What?
André, please help me calm her down.
Corneille, put an end to this farce!
- Which one, your lordship?
- Schumacher and company!
Right away.
You were standing here?
Yes, Madame.
And I have to thank you.
Thank you.
- Don't mention it!
- What's the dose?
- Two.
Give me four.
Sleeping pills?
I hate sleeping pills!
Be reasonable.
Where are you going?
- To dance!
- You can dance in bed.
- Yes, my love.
I'm going to bed.
Yes, darling, I'm going to bed.
You really need it.
Go back to your room.
I'm asking you, go back inside.
Calm down, my dear.
We'll see each other tomorrow.
Good night.
The general!
Cigarette?
Turning in so soon, General?
Yes, I'm turning in.
I wanted to pay my respects to Christine.
Where is she?
A headache.
- Turning in because of that incident?
- Not at all.
- A slight dispute.
- Of course.
Good night.
Where's Christine?
Something must be wrong.
She was tired and turned in.
- Really?
And Geneviève?
- A bit weary, that's all.
She's so sensitive.
The staff was a bit excited tonight.
They're entitled to some fun, too.
We thought it was an act.
Had I known, I would have stopped him.
It's all right.
Sleep well.
My respects to your wife.
Kiss her for me.
Going already?
It's early yet.
If Christine has the flu, try a footbath with mustard flour.
- Can't we see Christine?
- She's resting.
Great evening!
This would have been impossible in Tourcoing.
We once danced a farandole.
Charming, but so old-fashioned.
Of course.
Good night.
Just a minute.
Was there a lot of damage?
Was anyone injured?
I just did an inspection.
None of the guests were hurt.
The stuffed birds suffered a bit, and I found a bullet in a door.
Not to mention the glassware.
I have no choice but to dismiss you.
It breaks my heart, but I can't expose my guests to your firearms.
It may be wrong of them, but they value their lives.
When must I leave?
Straightaway.
At once.
Corneille will pay you some compensation.
I never want to hear your name again.
- You're coming with me?
- I'm going to Madame.
To say good-bye to her?
I told you before!
If Madame still wants me, I'm staying.
- Isn't it excessive?
- Do as I say.
Very well.
Come with me.
My good man, I have to ask you to leave, too.
I can't dismiss Schumacher and leave you here with his wife.
It'd be immoral, you understand?
I understand.
No hard feelings.
Before I go, I want to tell you how grateful I am.
You tried to help me up by making me a domestic.
I'll never forget that.
Don't try to soften me up.
Just go.
I've enough troubles as it is.
What a night!
Where were we?
- I asked you for five minutes.
Granted.
How good of you.
But you have quite a right hook.
You're too kind.
Where can we talk?
- In the dining room.
Yes, of course.
But first, accept my apologies.
- You don't have to...
You must.
I behaved like a real roughneck.
I was no better.
Know what our little athletic display reminded me of?
I sometimes read articles in the papers about some Italian roadworker trying to seduce a Polish laborer's wife.
It ends in a stabbing.
I never believed such things happened.
But they do!
I have an excuse.
I love Christine.
- And I don't?
I love her so much I want her to leave with you.
Since her happiness depends on it.
But I'm glad it's with someone from our set.
But still... something bothers me.
- What?
- Your profession.
- What about it?
- Christine has a certain lifestyle.
You're young and famous.
You could have an accident.
- What optimism!
- One has to consider it.
What would your financial situation be?
What peace after all that noise.
Are they all gone?
- Looks like it.
Good.
I must talk to you about André again.
You have to understand.
It's the plight of all heroes today.
In the air, they're terrific.
But when they come back to earth, they're weak, poor and helpless.
Clumsy as children.
They can cross the Atlantic, but not the Champs-Elysées outside the crosswalk.
That's how they are.
Look at the moon with its halo.
It will rain tomorrow.
I was looking for you.
I was worried.
Why?
- You're not mad at me?
- Not at all.
It's not our fault if men are all mad.
- So I can stay?
- Of course.
I'm so happy!
Come inside.
You can't be out like this on a November night.
You knew about Mme. De Marras and my husband?
But it began before your marriage.
At a summer resort.
You see?
Everybody knew.
And you never said a word.
- We didn't want to hurt you.
- Obviously.
For the last three years, my life's been built on a lie.
It's been on my mind since I saw them at the hunt.
And suddenly I understood.
That's also part of the times.
Today everyone lies.
Pharmaceutical fliers, governments, the radio, the movies, the newspapers.
So why shouldn't simple people like us lie as well?
Let's go for a walk.
- I'll get your coat.
- I'm too warm.
That's because you're not well.
Take my cape.
It's not very fancy, but you won't catch cold.
You up the creek?
So am I.
Did you see her again?
Me neither.
She said she'd stay with Madame.
With Madame!
She's not married to you, but to Madame.
What'll you do now?
I'll go back to my little cabin and get back to work.
Back to your poaching?
What's it to you, now that he threw you out?
You must have poached a few pheasant yourself.
A few rabbits.
I have an idea.
I'm gonna get myself a license as a game dealer.
If a cop stops me - "What've you got there?"
I say, " In my basket?
Ten wild rabbits, which I have a license to sell.
Good day, Officer".
Have a cigarette.
And you?
What'll you do now?
I'll stay in the area.
Because of my wife.
I want her back.
- What are you doing?
- Spitting in the water.
It's all I know how to do in life.
Come now.
What's the matter?
- Nothing.
It's just unpleasant to be reminded what a failure I am.
A leech!
If I didn't have a few tolerant friends, I'd starve to death.
But you know how when I was young,
I also thought my day would come.
The contact with an audience, that's what I wanted to have.
It must be an overwhelming feeling.
To think that I missed out on it!
So I feed myself a lot of nonsense, imagine that it did happen.
But it takes a drink.
Back on the porch, I almost thought it had happened.
But after that comes the fall.
You have a rough time, but you get used to it.
Beautiful night.
Look at the moon.
Aren't you cold?
No.
What about you?
Put your hood up.
- It's Lisette.
- With Octave.
The skunk!
You sure it's her?
- She's wearing her cape.
The one I gave her.
- I'm cold.
- Let's go back.
Not to the château.
Never again.
In that case, here in the greenhouse.
- What are they saying?
- I can't hear a thing.
Got your gun on you?
Let him have it.
I used up my bullets on you.
Poor guy.
But my father wasn't like that.
He was a hero, too.
A hero in his own way.
But when you think of your father, you're unfair to other men.
Not at all.
You, you're a fine fellow.
- I'm a failure.
No, you're not.
But you need someone to take care of you.
I'll take care of you.
It's too late.
I'm too old.
You fool.
You know... it's you I love.
Do you love me?
Yes, Christine.
I love you.
Then kiss me.
On the mouth, like a lover.
- I'll kill them both.
- Not her.
Both of them.
I'll get my gun.
You can't.
Not her.
Come with me.
Why don't I stay here just to keep an eye on 'em?
No, we stick together.
There's a train at Lamotte-Beuvron at 3:00 a.m. Let's take it.
I'll get your coat.
Where's Christine?
I'm worried.
Don't worry.
She's with Octave.
You can trust him.
After all, you met her through him.
I don't blame him.
He's a decent fellow.
Very decent.
I know.
I believe in little, but I may start believing in friendship.
But Octave is someone special.
- Where's Madame?
- Get her coat.
Her coat.
Very well.
Somebody pinched my hat.
Just great!
- This is wrong.
- Why wrong?
When it's just for fun, it doesn't matter.
But for living together, the young are for the young and the old for the old.
Did you find my hat?
And you don't have any money.
Madame needs lots of things.
What will you do without money?
They trampled it.
It's all ruined.
I speak my mind.
You're making a mistake.
Madame won't be happy with you.
Will you take me with you?
Sure.
You'll join us later.
Where's Christine?
She's waiting for you.
Waiting for me?
In the greenhouse over the footbridge.
Bring her this.
Hurry!
In the greenhouse.
You mustn't catch cold.
- Thanks so much.
I have to kiss you.
You love her too.
Lisette, please.
Am I crying?
I'm suffering and I just hate it.
She's alone.
- I'll go talk to her.
- Sure, let's go.
Not you.
Me.
Listen!
It's him.
Christine!
Did you hear a shot in the park?
In the park?
I was in my room and...
- It's André, isn't it?
- Yes, Miss Jackie.
- And Madame?
- Madame is all right.
Thank you.
Is he dead?
He didn't suffer.
He was hit here.
He dropped like an animal in the hunt.
He called out for Madame and it was over.
Did you shoot him?
It was Schumacher.
But I was in it with him.
Hurry, Corneille.
Why didn't you let me go?
What's to become of me now?
Let me go.
Madame needs me.
You're going to give her a kiss.
Give her a kiss and tell her that I left.
She'll understand.
I'll say good-bye now to you, too.
Good-bye.
- Good-bye, Mr. Octave.
I was so fond of you.
I was fond of you, too.
They need us, Corneille.
By the greenhouse?
Where are you headed?
Back to the woods.
I'll try to pick up some odd jobs here and there.
And you?
I'm going to Paris.
I'll try to manage on my own.
We may run into each other again someday.
I doubt it.
But you never know.
Anything's possible.
Good luck.
Good luck.
Will you excuse me?
The greenhouse is off-limits.
- Pointard's on guard.
Work out the formalities with Corneille.
- I can't bear it!
- Be strong, Miss Jackie.
An educated young lady like you has to put on a brave face.
People are watching.
I'll take care of her.
Try to get some sleep.
You must be exhausted.
We'll be leaving tomorrow.
It was all a deplorable accident and nothing more.
My game warden thought he saw a poacher and fired.
As fate would have it, André Jurieux paid for this error.
Tomorrow we will leave, in mourning for this delightful friend, this wonderful companion who made us forget that he was famous.
And now, dear friends, it's chilly. You're going to catch cold.
I suggest you come inside.
Tomorrow we'll do our duty for Jurieux.
A new definition of the word "accident".
No, this La Chesnaye has class.
And that's become rare, my dear Saint-Aubin.
That's become rare.
THE END
These hills here are full of Apaches.
They've burnt every ranch building in sight.
He had a brush with them last night.
Says they're being stirred up by Geronimo.
How do we know he isn't lying?
No.
He's a Cheyenne. They hate Apaches worse than we do.
- Clear the wires for Lordsburg.
- That's Lordsburg now, sir.
They seem to have something very urgent to tell you, sir.
- Well, what's wrong?
- The line went dead, sir.
- What have you got there?
- Only the first word, sir.
- How'd it go, Buck?
- Oh, so-so.
Got the payroll for the mining company?
Yes sir, right here in this box.
Good, give me a lift here, Jim, would you?
Jim, I'll pay you that two bits when I come through.
- Okay, Buck.
- Now you kids get away from that wheel.
Well sir, we ran into a little snow up there.
It weren't bad, though.
But you fellows better prepare for a good frost.
Passengers out for Tonto.
You better get out and stretch your legs, I mean your limbs, ma'am.
We're gonna change horses here.
Is there a place here where I can get a cup of tea?
Well yes, ma'am, you can get a cup of coffee at the hotel across the street.
- Thank you, driver.
- You look a little...
- I'll be all right, thank you.
- Yes, ma'am.
- Why, Lucy Mallory!
- Nancy!
- How are you, Captain Whitney?
- Fine thanks, Mrs. Mallory.
Why, whatever are you doing in Arizona?
I'm joining Richard in Lordsburg. He's there with his troops.
He's a lot nearer than that.
He's been ordered to Dry Fork.
Why that's the next stop of the stagecoach.
You'll be with your husband in a few hours.
I'm so glad to see you, Lucy. Sit down and have a cup of coffee.
- You must be tired from that long trip.
- Who is that gentleman?
- Hardly a gentleman, Mrs. Mallory.
- I should think not!
He's a notorious gambler.
Hello Mitch, howdy Frank.
Marshall, I'm looking for my shotgun guard.
Is he here?
Out with the posse, Buck, trying to catch the Ringo Kid.
- I thought Ringo was in the pen.
- He was.
Busted out?
Well, good for him.
My guess, the Kid's aiming' to get even with them Plummer boys.
Their testimony sent him to the penitentiary.
Well all I got to say is he better stay away from that there Luke Plummer.
By gosh, Luke's run all of Ringo's friends out of Lordsburg.
Why, the last trip there I seen him hit a rancher on the head with the barrel of his gun.
He just laid it wide open like a butchered steer.
- You seen Luke Plummer in Lordsburg?
- Yes siree!
You boys take care of the office for a couple of days.
I'm going to Lordsburg with Buck.
I'm going to ride shotgun!
Oh gosh, when'll I learn to keep my big mouth shut?
Here's the payroll, Mr. Gatewood.
You know, ever since I opened this bank, I've been trying to tell those people to deposit their payroll six months in advance.
It's good sound business.
It's good business for you, Mr. Gatewood.
Well, there's your receipt, $50,000.
And remember this:
What's good for the banks, is good for the country.
Get out.
I'm keeping your trunk, 'cause you ain't paid your rent!
"Is this the face that wrecked a thousand ships...
"... and burned the towerless tops of Ilium?
"Farewell, fair Helen!"
Can they make me leave town when I don't want to go?
- Do I have to go?
- Dallas, don't you go makin' no fuss.
Do I have to go, Doc, just because they say so?
Now Dallas, I've got my orders. Don't blame these ladies.
- It ain't them.
- It is them!
Doc, haven't I any right to live?
What have I done?
We're the victims of a foul disease called social prejudice, my child.
These dear ladies of the Law and Order League are scouring out the dregs of the town.
Come on, be a proud, glorified dreg, like me.
You get goin', Doc, you're drunk.
Two of a kind.
Just two of a kind.
Take my arm, Madame la Comtesse!
The tumbrel awaits, to the guillotine!
Wait till I get my badge, girls. I'll join you.
If ever you go east, brother, come out to our house for dinner.
No one in Kansas City, Kansas, sets a better table than my dear wife Violet.
Jerry, I admit as one man to another, that economically, I haven't been of much value to you, but suppose you could put one on credit.
If talk was money, Doc, you'd be the best customer I got.
- I'm leaving town, Jerry.
- Honest?
Yes, old friend, and I thought you might, out of memory of our many happy...
All right, Doc.
Just this one.
Thank you, Jerry.
Here's a man goin' on the stagecoach with you.
He's an easterner from Kansas City, Missouri.
Kansas City, Kansas, brother.
Your health, Reverend.
I'm not a clergyman.
My name is Peacock.
I'm a...
He's a whisky drummer.
- Well how are you Mr. Haycock?
- Peacock.
Don't tell me sir, I know, I know.
A familiar name and an honored name.
I never forget the face of a friend.
Samples?
Rye.
I want $5, Henry.
Certainly, my dear.
Certainly.
Well, what is it to be this time, my dear?
A pair of shoes...
I want to pay the butcher.
Dinner is at 12 o'clock.
Don't worry, my dear.
I'll be there.
I've invited the ladies of the Law and Order League.
All aboard for Dry Fork, Apache Wells Lee's Ferry and Lordsburg!
- I'll take that, Dallas.
- Oh, thanks.
In you go, Dallas, and a pleasant voyage.
- Here's your baggage, Doc.
- Thank you, thank you my friend.
Curley, my shingle.
Carry it with honor.
- I'll take it, Doctor.
- Oh no, no trouble at all.
No trouble at all.
I'll carry it on my lap.
Here we go!
Here we go, Reverend.
Mrs. Whitney, you're not going to let your friend travel with that creature!
She's right, Lucy.
And besides, you're not well enough to travel.
It's only a few hours, Nancy.
I'm quite all right.
But you shouldn't travel a step without a doctor.
There is a doctor, dear.
The driver told me.
Doctor?
Doc Boone?
Why, he couldn't doctor a horse!
Lucy darling, you must be very careful.
Take good care of yourself.
- Lady folks ride faces forward, please.
- There you go!
- Pleasant journey, Mrs. Mallory.
- Thank you.
Good-bye!
Like an angel in the jungle.
- A very wild jungle.
- What are you doing, Hatfield?
Talking to yourself?
You wouldn't understand, cowboy.
You've never seen an angel. Nor a gentlewoman.
Nor a great lady.
I raise, gentlemen.
Captain Sickels asks for you to deliver this despatch in Lordsburg the moment you arrive.
The telegraph line has been cut.
We're going with you as far as the noon station at Dry Fork.
There'll be a troop of Cavalry there, and they'll take you on to Apache Wells.
From Apache Wells you'll have another escort of soldiers into Lordsburg.
You must warn your passengers that they travel at their own risk.
At their own risk?
Well, what's the trouble, Lieutenant?
Geronimo.
Geronimo?
Well, then I ain't goin'...
Will you sit down?
Of course the Army has no authority over you gentlemen.
If you think it's unsafe to make the trip...
This stage is going to Lordsburg.
If you think it ain't safe to ride along with us I figure we can get there without you soldier boys.
I have my orders, sir.
And I always obey orders.
Did you all hear what the Lieutenant said?
Yes, we heard.
Well me and Buck are taking this coach through passengers or not.
Now whoever wants to get out, can get out.
Courage, courage, Reverend.
Ladies first.
How 'bout you, Dallas?
What are they trying to do?
Scare somebody?
They got me in here, now let them try to put me out.
There are worse things than Apaches.
If you'll take my advice, ma'am you won't take this trip.
My husband is with his troops in Dry Fork.
If he's in danger, I want to be with him.
You see, brother, I have a wife and five children...
Then you're a man.
By all the powers that be, Reverend, you're a man.
- All right, folks.
- Marshall!
Make room for one more.
I'm offering my protection to this lady.
I can shoot fairly straight if there's need for it.
That's been proved too many times, Hatfield.
All right, get in.
We're late.
- May I trouble you to move over, sir?
- Oh yes, yes of course.
Close the door.
Oh Curley, we...
Get going, Buck!
Bessie, Barney, Belle!
Farewell, ladies!
Sweetheart, come on now, girl!
- Room for another passenger?
- Sure is, Mr. Gatewood.
- Going to Lordsburg?
- Yes, I just got a telegram.
Had to stop to pack this bag...
If there's anything I don't like it's driving a stagecoach through Apache country.
Funny catching Gatewood outside of town that way.
I just took this job ten years ago so I could make enough money to marry my Mexican girl, Julietta and I been workin' hard at it ever since.
- At marriage?
- Why certainly.
My wife's got more relatives than anyone you ever did see.
I bet I'm feedin' half the state of Chihuahua.
Didn't it seem funny to you about Gatewood?
Yeah, and then what do I get to eat when I get home in Lordsburg?
Nothin' but frijole beans, that's all.
Nothin' but beans, beans, beans!
Excuse me, ladies.
Close quarters.
Warm today.
Your wife made it warm for me, Gatewood.
She was chairman of our farewell committee.
Fine looking bunch of soldier boys back there.
Always gives me great pride in my country when I see such fine young men in the U.S. Army.
Anybody know where they're going?
Brother, aren't you aware of what's happened?
Happened?
I don't follow you, Reverend.
I'm not a clergyman, I'm a...
My friend's a whisky drummer.
We're all going to be scalped, Gatewood.
Massacred in one fell swoop.
That's why the soldiers are with us.
He's joking, of course.
Oh no, he's not. Oh dear no.
I wish he were.
It's that old Apache butcher Geronimo.
Nice name for a butcher.
He's jumped the reservation.
He's on the war path.
Geronimo?
Why weren't the passengers notified?
Why wasn't I told?
We were told, Gatewood.
Weren't you told when you got that message from Lordsburg?
Oh yes.
Yes, of course.
I forgot.
Now, doggone it, they're bringing up her grandfather all the way from Mexico to live with us.
I can't figure out how he got that message.
- Who, her grandfather?
- No, Gatewood.
He said he got a message.
The telegraph line ain't workin'.
Hold it!
Hey look, it's Ringo!
- Hello, Kid.
- Hello, Curley.
Hi ya, Buck.
How's your folks?
Oh, just fine Ringo except my grandfather came up...
Didn't expect to see you ridin' shotgun on this run, Marshall.
- Goin' to Lordsburg?
- I figured you'd be there by this time.
No.
Lame horse.
Well, it looks like you've got another passenger.
I'll take the Winchester.
You may need me and this Winchester, Curley.
I saw a ranch house burning' last night.
You don't understand, Kid.
You're under arrest.
- Everything all right, Marshall?
- Everything's all right, Lieutenant.
Hope I ain't crowding' you folks none.
The more the merrier.
Ain't Ringo a fine boy?
I think so.
You're just smarter than a trade rat.
You knew all the time that he was going to Lordsburg.
Reckon what he meant, he saw ranch houses burning'?
Apaches.
So you're the notorious Ringo Kid.
My friends just call me Ringo.
Nickname I had as a kid.
Right name's Henry.
Seems to me I knew your family, Henry.
Didn't I fix your arm when you were...
oh, bucked off a horse?
- Are you Doc Boone?
- I certainly am.
Let's see. I just been honorably discharged from the Union Army after the War of the Rebellion.
You mean the war for the Southern Confederacy, sir.
I mean nothing of the kind, sir.
That was my kid brother, broke his arm.
You did a good job, Doc.
Even if you was drunk.
Thank you, son.
Professional compliments are always pleasing.
What happened to that boy, whose arm I fixed?
He was murdered.
Put out that cigar!
You're annoying this lady.
Excuse me, madam.
Being so partial to the weed myself, I sometimes forget that it disagrees with others.
A gentleman doesn't smoke in the presence of a lady.
Three weeks ago I took a bullet out of a man who was shot by a gentleman.
The bullet was in his back!
- Do you mean to insinuate...
- Sit down, Mister.
The Doc don't mean no harm.
Be careful of old Bessie up there, now.
If it isn't my old friend Sergeant Billy Pickett!
- How are you, Billy?
- He's fine, Doctor!
Mighty glad to see you! Great heavens above!
We didn't figure on no stagecoach coming through.
With them Apaches raisin' Cain.
- I was just tellin' Billy to hitch up...
- Now wait a minute!
Do you mean to say that there are no troops at this station?
Ain't no soldiers here, but what you see.
But my husband, Captain Mallory, I was told he was here.
Well deary, got orders to drive the soldiers to Apache Wells.
- Well that means we gotta go back.
- I can't go back!
Now look here, driver, you started this coach for Lordsburg and it's your duty to get there!
And it's your duty, young man, to come along with us!
It's my duty, Mr. Gatewood, to obey orders.
I'm sorry, sir.
If the soldiers go back, Lieutenant, that means we all have to go back?
My orders are to return from here immediately.
And I can't disobey those orders.
I think we can get through all right, Curley.
Oh, now don't egg him on, Kid.
I'm drivin' this here outfit, and well, if the soldiers go back, so am I.
I call this a desertion of duty!
I'll report you to your superior officer!
And if necessary, I'll take the matter up at Washington.
That's your privilege, sir.
But if you give us any trouble here I'll have to put you under restraint.
Now don't lose your temper.
Don't lose your temper.
I'll tell you how we'll settle it.
We'll take a vote. Inside, everybody.
- Come on, Buck.
- Oh, Curley, I don't want to go.
Now you girls set yourselves down, and I'll get you something to eat.
Now folks, if we push on, we can be in Apache Wells by sundown.
The soldiers there will give us an escort as far as the ferry.
Then it's only a hoot an' a holler into Lordsburg.
We've got four men who can handle firearms.
Five with you, Ringo.
Doc can shoot, if sober.
I can shoot?
I can shoot?
!
Now, Mrs. Mallory, I ain't gonna put a lady in danger without she votes for it.
I've traveled all the way here from Virginia.
I'm determined to get to my husband.
I won't be separated any longer.
- What's your vote, mister?
- Where are your manners, Curley?
Ain't you gonna ask the other lady first?
Well, what do you say?
What difference does it make? It doesn't matter.
I vote that we go on.
I demand it.
I'm standing on my legal rights.
What do you say, Hatfield?
- Lordsburg.
- Four.
- You, Doc?
- I'm not only a philosopher, sir.
I'm a fatalist.
Somewhere, sometime there may be the right bullet or the wrong bottle waiting for Josiah Boone.
- Why worry when or where?
- Yes or no?
Having that philosophy, sir, I've always courted danger.
During the late war, when I had the honor to serve the Union under our great president, Abraham Lincoln and General Phil Sheridan, well sir I fought 'mid shock and shell and cannon roar.
Do you want to go back or not?
No.
I want another drink.
That's five.
How about you, Mr. Hancock?
Peacock.
I'd like to go on, brother.
I want to reach the bosom of my dear family, in Kansas City, Kansas as quickly as possible.
But I may never reach that bosom if we go on.
So, under the circumstances, you understand, brother I think it best we go back with the bosoms I mean, the soldiers.
One against.
Well, Buck?
Buck says "aye", that's six.
I'm voting your proxy, Kid, and you go with me.
Ain't nothin' keepin' me out of Lordsburg, Curley.
There sure ain't.
Well folks, that settles it, we're goin' through.
Sit down, folks, and eat your grub.
Come on Buck, we'll change them horses.
- But Curley, ain't we gonna eat?
- You can eat later!
Here you go, folks.
Food's on the table, help yourselves.
You've got a long ride ahead of you.
You ain't drinking' Billy?
Sit down here, ma'am.
Thanks.
May I find you another place, Mrs. Mallory?
It's cooler by the window.
Thank you.
Looks like I got the plague, don't it?
- No... no it's not you.
- Well, I guess you can't break out of prison and into society in the same week.
Please... please.
- You're ill, Mrs. Mallory.
- No, it's just that I...
I'll be all right.
You've been very kind.
Why?
In the world I live in, one doesn't often meet a lady, Mrs. Mallory.
Have you ever been in Virginia?
I was in your father's regiment.
I should remember your name.
You're Mr. Hatfield.
That's what I'm called, yes.
Why do you look at me like that?
I'm just trying to remember.
Ain't I seen you someplace before, ma'am?
No, you haven't.
I wish I had, though.
I know you, I mean I know who you are.
I guess everybody in the territory does.
Well, I used to be a good cowhand, but things happen.
Yeah, that's it.
Things happen.
So now they'll take you back to prison.
Not till I finish a job, in Lordsburg.
But you can't.
You're going there as a prisoner.
All aboard for Apache Wells, Lee's...
Ready folks, the horses are changed.
We better get going.
...and Lordsburg, maybe.
All right get going, Ringo.
Mrs. Pickett, tell Billy the buckboard is all ready.
- Right, Marshall, we're ready.
- Come on, folks, let's go.
- What did you say?
- Nothin'.
Well why don't you say somethin'?
A fella gets nervous sittin' here like a dummy, with nothin' to think about but the Indians.
You say something, you've been sittin' there all day talkin' without makin' any sense!
All right, I'll say somethin' that makes sense.
If I was you, I'd let 'em shoot it out.
- Let who?
- Luke Plummer and the Kid.
There'd be a lot more peace in this territory if that Luke Plummer was so full of lead he couldn't hold his liquor!
I ain't sayin' I don't share your sentiments, Buck.
- But you're a born fool.
- Oh, I know that.
In the first place, Luke would kill the Kid in a gun fight.
In the second place, if Luke did get shot he's got two brothers just as ornery as he is.
No, the only safe place for Ringo is in the pen.
And I aim to get him there in one piece.
Well I'll be doggoned if I didn't do you an injury, Curley.
- I figured you were after the reward.
- Reward?
Why, the Kid's old man and me was friends.
We used to punch cattle together. Besides, I could use that $500 in gold.
I can't get over the impertinence of that young lieutenant.
I'll make it warm for that shavetail!
I'll report him to Washington!
We pay taxes to the government and what do we get?
Not even protection from the Army!
I don't know what the government is coming to.
Instead of protecting businessmen, it pokes its nose into business.
Why they're even talking now about having bank examiners.
As if we bankers don't know how to run our own banks!
At home I actually have a letter from a popinjay official saying they were going to inspect my books!
I have a slogan that should be placed on every newspaper in the country.
America for Americans!
The government must not interfere with business!
Reduce taxes!
Our national debt is something shocking!
Over one billion dollars a year!
What this country needs is a businessman for president.
What this country needs is more fuddle.
What?
Fuddle!
You're drunk, sir!
I'm happy, Gatewood.
How come you're taking this route?
It's gonna be cold up there.
I'm using my head.
Those beach-crowd Apaches don't like snow.
Maybe you'd like to...
sit next to me.
You could put your head on my shoulder.
No, thank you.
How are you feeling, Mrs. Mallory?
Is there any water?
Driver, canteen please.
Just a minute, Mrs. Mallory.
Haven't I seen this crest before?
Isn't this from Greenfield Manor?
I wouldn't know, Mrs. Mallory.
I won this cup on a wager.
How about the other lady?
Thanks.
Sorry no silver cups.
This is fine!
Please, Doctor.
Howdy, Chris, seven hours from Dry Fork, pretty fast driving', amigo!
Get the folks a bite to eat, while we change the horses.
We're pushing right on to Lordsburg.
You come without soldiers?
Oh, we weren't scared.
We didn't see one Apache, did we Curley?
- Where's the cavalry, Chris?
- Where's the soldiers?
There ain't no soldiers.
Soldiers are gone!
Where's Captain Mallory?
Where's my husband?
Where is he?
- You his wife, I think?
- Yes, where is he?
- Did he go with his men?
- Sí, señora.
A little, what you call, skirmish with the Apaches last night.
Soldiers take Captain Mallory to Lordsburg.
I think he get hurt, maybe.
Badly?
Sí, señora.
I think so.
I think so.
I'm awfully sorry.
If there's anything I can...
I'm quite all right, thank you.
Marshall, come here quickly!
Come on, Doc.
Let's go, Doc.
A sick woman on our hands!
That's all we needed!
We're in a fine fix, my friends.
It's a fine country we're living in!
The Army has no right to leave a public place like this undefended.
It looks to me like the Army's got its hands pretty full, mister.
- Have you a wife?
- Sí, señora.
I think...
Call her.
Ringo, go in the kitchen and get some hot water.
Lots of hot water.
- Please.
- Yes, ma'am.
A fine member of the medical profession.
Drunken beast!
Give me coffee.
Black coffee.
Lots of it.
More, more, more!
Blacker, stronger. Keep it comin', Curley!
You'll have it comin' out your ears in a minute.
- Now drink it down, Doc.
- Get it down.
Isn't that drunken swine sober yet?
He's doing the best he can!
Well, hurry!
- How do you feel?
- Fine.
Thanks, again.
Sit down here, Doc.
Keep the fire going, Chris.
Plenty of hot water.
Savages!
That's my wife, Yakima, my squaw.
Yes, but she's... she's... savage!
Sí, señor, she a little bit savage, I think.
Something funny about this.
That woman's an Apache.
Sure, she one of Geronimo's people.
I think, maybe not so bad to have Apache wife, eh?
Apache don't bother me, I think.
- All right, Doc?
- All right.
All right, Dallas.
It's them vaqueros, they've run away.
Yeah, with the spare horses.
Them coyotes give me the creeps.
That sounds well it sounds just like a baby.
It's a baby!
It's a little girl.
It's a little girl.
Why didn't somebody tell me?
How's Mrs. Mallory?
She's going to be all right.
Did you know?
Don't do that!
Come on, boys, three cheers for old Doc Boone!
- Hip hip... - Quiet!
- Well we oughta be...
- Quiet!
Mrs. Mallory.
I know why you want to go to Lordsburg.
I like you.
I know your papa.
He was good friend of mine.
If you know who in Lordsburg, you stay away, I think.
- You mean Luke Plummer?
- Luke, Ike and Hank.
All there together.
I saw them.
- Sure of that, Chris?
- Sure, I can tell you the truth.
- I know.
- Thanks.
That's all I wanted to know.
You crazy if you go.
I think you stay away, Kid.
Three against one is no good!
Startin' to go too far, Ms. Dallas.
Apaches like to sneak up and pick off strays.
You... visiting' in Lordsburg?
No, I have friends there.
And maybe I can find work.
Look, Kid, why don't you try to escape?
Why don't you get away?
I aim to, in Lordsburg.
Why Lordsburg?
Why don't you make for the border now?
My father and brother were shot down by the Plummer boys.
Guess you don't know how it feels to lose your own folks that way.
I lost mine when I was a kid.
There was a massacre on Superstition Mountain.
That's tough.
Especially on a girl.
Well, you gotta live, no matter what happens.
Yeah, that's it.
Look, Ms. Dallas.
You got no folks.
Neither have I, and well maybe I'm takin' a lot for granted, but I watched you with that baby.
You looked...
I still got a ranch across the border and it's a nice place.
A real nice place.
Trees, grass, water...
There's a cabin, half-built.
A man could live there.
And a woman.
Will you go?
But you don't know me.
You don't know who I am.
I know all I want to know.
Will you go?
Don't talk like that!
What are you doing out here, Kid?
Stick close to the reservation.
- What's wrong, Chris?
- My wife Yakima, she ran away!
When I woke up she was gone!
The way you come bustin' in here, you'd think...
Excuse me, Kid.
Come bustin' in here, you'd think we were being attacked!
You can find another wife.
Sure I can find another wife.
But she take my rifle and my horse.
Oh, I never sell her.
I love her so much.
I beat her with a whip and she never get tired.
- Your wife?
- No, my horse.
I can find another wife, easy yes.
But not a horse like that.
I knew that woman was a thief, I...
- What's the matter with you, Gatewood?
- My valise!
Where's my valise?
Which one of you's got it?
Here it is, I was usin' it as a pillow.
I didn't think...
I thought I told you to keep your hands off my things!
That squaw of yours'll find some Apaches and bring 'em back here.
My wife's people don't bother me, I think.
Well, they bother me, I think.
Is this bar open?
Sure, all the time, señor, sí!
Here you are, Doc.
Well, what are we wasting time for?
Let's make a break for it.
We've got a sick woman to think of.
You want her to stay here and be butchered with the rest of us?
Why don't you think of somebody else for once in your...
Easy, easy! Keep it quiet, boys. Quiet!
We ain't been butchered yet!
You're right.
We'd better get going for Lordsburg as soon as we can.
It might be a good idea, Curley if the Doc took a look at the patient.
Yeah, and little Coyote.
You'll join me, Doctor?
No, thanks.
Good morning.
Well, you're looking pretty chipper.
You're up early, Dallas.
She didn't go to bed, Doctor.
I'm afraid she sat up all night, while I slept.
Oh, I slept a lot in the chair.
Well, anyway it was nice to stay awake and hold the baby.
Well, we've got to get you to Lordsburg, little Coyote.
That's what the boys christened her last night when she squalled.
- Little Coyote. How do you feel?
- Fine, thanks.
A little tired.
- Doctor, do you think my husband...
- Never mind him.
The best medicine he can have is to see you two safe and sound.
You just make up your mind you're going to get there.
- I have made up my mind.
- That's the stuff.
- I am going to get there.
- You'll need strength so get all the rest you can.
Dallas, do you suppose you could fix up a little broth?
- She has already.
- Good.
How 'bout making some coffee for the boys?
Now you get some sleep, Mrs. Mallory.
Don't look so proud.
I've brought hundreds of those little fellas into the world once upon a time.
The new one was always the prettiest.
Ringo asked me to marry him.
Is that wrong for a girl like me?
If a man and a woman love each other it's all right, ain't it Doc?
You're going to be hurt, child.
Worse than you've ever been hurt.
'Cause you know that boy's headed back to prison.
Besides, if you two go into Lordsburg together he's going to know all about you.
He's not going into Lordsburg.
All I want is for you to tell me it's all right.
Gosh, child, who am I to tell you what's right or wrong?
All right.
Go ahead.
Do it if you can.
Good luck.
Thanks, Doc.
Both doing nicely.
She's a real soldier's wife, that young lady.
Good, good, then we can leave immediately!
Well, not for a day or so, if you want my professional advice.
What do you mean a day?
Stay another day?
Why?
Where were you when the stork came last night, Gatewood?
I refuse to allow Mrs. Mallory to travel till she and the child are out of danger.
What do you mean, danger?
Aren't we in worse danger here?
I don't wish to intrude, but I've had five children.
I mean, my dear wife has and much as I dislike discussing it in this hour of our trial I believe the Doctor is right.
Spoken like a man, Reverend.
I say we ought to leave here before the Apaches find us!
That's common sense.
I wish you were ten years younger, Gatewood!
Don't let my white hair stop you...
- Now Curley, I haven't said a word...
- Will you shut up?
!
If we argue this thing out right, we can get somewhere.
Let's all sit down and talk sensible.
Come on, Buck, sit down.
There's a young woman in the kitchen making coffee.
She needs help.
Thanks, Doc.
How old were you when you went to the pen?
Oh, I was goin' on 17.
Mornin' ma'am.
Morning.
I lied awake most of the night wonderin' what you'd have said if Curley hadn't busted in.
Guess you was up kinda late, too.
I could hear you movin' around.
You didn't answer what I asked you last night.
Look, Kid, why don't you try to escape?
There's a horse out there in the corral.
Curley won't go after you because he can't leave the passengers in a fix like this.
I gotta go to Lordsburg.
Why don't you go to my ranch, and wait for me?
Wait for a dead man.
You haven't got a chance.
It was three against one when the Plummers swore that you killed their foreman, and got you sent up.
It'll be three against one in Lordsburg.
Well, there's some things a man just can't run away from.
How can you talk about your life and my life when you're throwing them away?
Yeah, mine too.
That's what you're throwin' away if you go to Lordsburg.
What do you want me to do?
Would it make us any happier if Luke Plummer was dead?
One of his brothers would be after you with a gun.
We'd never be safe.
I don't want that kinda life, Ringo.
Well, I don't see what else I can do.
Go now, get away.
Forget Lordsburg.
Forget the Plummers!
Make for the border and I'll come to you.
- Do you mean that?
- Yes, I do!
Will you go with me, Dallas?
I can't leave Mrs. Mallory and the baby.
I'll come to you from Lordsburg, I swear it.
- Well, I oughta have a rifle and some...
- I've got one!
Right here.
I got it last night, when they were all asleep.
You mean you thought of this last night?
Yeah, don't ask anymore questions.
Not now.
There ain't no Apaches behind us.
We can still go back to Tonto.
- No, I insist we go on to Lordsburg.
- What do you think, Chris?
Geronimo between here and Lordsburg, with my horse, I think.
Quiet, Doc.
This is a serious matter, ain't it?
My dear Buck, if I have only one hour to live, I'm going to enjoy myself!
Doctor, I don't begrudge you my samples, but I...
Now, you hush, I stood enough of you.
Now this is a serious problem and I'm the only one that's talking sense.
Now Curley if we can get across that ferry, we'll be all right.
The question is, what are we gonna do about the lady and her baby?
Doctor Boone has settled that for us, sir.
And I demand respect for his professional opinion!
Ringo, don't stop!
Go on, go on! Keep riding!
Ringo, go on!
Go on!
You don't need them, Curley. I ain't gonna run away.
- I'll say you ain't!
- Look at them hills.
- Apaches.
- War signals.
Why don't you take the cuffs off the Kid?
He's mighty handy with a gun.
You drive them horses, I'll take care of the Kid!
Can't you drive any faster?
Thick-headed lout!
We've got to make that ferry!
A man works all his life to get hold of some money so that he can enjoy life, and has to run into a trap like this!
Trap, brother?
You mean the Apaches?
There's been no sign of them.
You don't see any sign of them.
They strike like rattlesnakes.
If you hadn't insisted on waiting for her we'd have been past the ferry by this time!
You talk too much, Gatewood.
Your threats don't faze me, Hatfield!
You're nothing but a tinhorn gambler!
How would you like to get out and walk?
You can't put me out of a public conveyance!
Now, now, gentlemen!
Gentlemen!
Take it easy, Gatewood.
We may need that fight before we get to the ferry.
You wouldn't be much good in a fight, you jailbird!
Oh, leave the Kid alone.
He's handcuffed!
Gentlemen, please let's not forget the ladies.
Let's have a little Christian charity one for the other.
Well, folks, we're coming into Lee's Ferry now!
Lordsburg, next stop!
Curley, look!
Look at the ferry!
It's burnt too!
Hatfield, stand guard over there.
Where's the Army?
What are the soldiers doing?
Curley, what can I do?
I need you.
Will you give me your word you won't try to escape again?
I'll give you my word, till Lordsburg.
Get in the coach with them women!
- I gave my word.
- Ringo, don't!
Buck, drive into the river up to the hubs!
Take your suspenders and crosstie them wheels.
Sorry about the saddle, Kid.
- Ready, Kid?
- All set!
- Ready Buck?
- All ready, Curley.
All aboard!
Just sit quiet, folks, we'll be all right!
"All aboard for Lordsburg, Lordsburg... "
You think I oughta charge Mrs. Mallory's baby half fare?
Well, we'll soon be in Lordsburg.
Sorry I flew off the handle, Hatfield.
My apologies, Doctor.
No hard feelings, I hope.
All in all, it's been an exciting, a very interesting trip, has it not?
- Now that the danger's past, Mr...
... Peacock.
Ladies and gentlemen, since it's most unlikely that we'll ever have the pleasure of meeting again socially I'd like to propose a toast.
- Your health.
- Thank you, sir.
I warned you about this danger!
Will you shut up?
! I've got a patient here!
Will you shut up?
!
The leader, Kid!
Get the leader!
Curley, more ammunition!
Do you hear it?
Do you hear it?
It's a bugle!
They're blowing the charge!
If you see Judge Ringfield tell him his son...
- Thank heaven you're safe, Lucy!
- Where's Richard?
Is he all right?
Oh, he's all right.
Don't you worry.
- It isn't a bad wound.
- We'll take you to him immediately.
Where's the baby, dear?
I'll take the baby.
If there's ever anything I can do for...
I know.
It's the Ringo Kid!
Aces and eights.
Dead man's hand, Luke.
- Ringo Kid's in town.
- Yeah, drivin' the stage!
Good-bye, Ms. Dallas.
If you ever come to Kansas City, Kansas, I want you to come to see us.
- Well thanks, Mr...
- Peacock.
Hello, Buck.
You got through all right!
Here you are Doctor, will you sign this?
- Lordsburg.
- Thank you.
Curley, how long will they give me for breakin' out?
Oh, about another year.
You know where my ranch is?
Yeah.
Will you see that she gets there all right?
This is no town for a girl like her.
Will you do it?
- Sure.
- Thanks.
How are you, Marshall?
Get my man through all right?
- I don't need them.
- Lf you don't want to lose your prisoner, Sheriff, you'd better take care of him yourself!
- What's your name, mister?
- Gatewood!
Elsworth H. Gatewood!
You didn't think they'd have the telegraph wires fixed, did you?
Can I meet you back here in ten minutes?
I gave you my word, Curley.
I ain't goin' back on it now.
No ammunition.
I lied to you, Curley.
I got three left.
Good night, Kid.
- Is this where you live?
- No.
I gotta know where you live, don't I?
No, don't come any further.
It's all been a crazy dream.
I've been out of my mind, just hoping.
Say good-bye here, Kid.
We ain't never gonna say good-bye.
Could I have that?
Give me the shotgun.
Luke, please don't!
Well, Kid I...
I told you not to follow me.
I asked you to marry me, didn't I?
I'll never forget you asked me, Kid.
That's somethin'.
Wait here.
Ringo said he'll be passing this way in... six or seven minutes.
Come on!
I'll take that shotgun, Luke.
You'll take it in the belly, if you don't get out of my way.
I'll have you indicted for murder if you step outside with that shotgun.
We'll attend to you later.
Don't ever let me do that again.
Billy, kill that story about the Republican Convention in Chicago and take this down:
"The Ringo Kid was killed on Main Street...
"... in Lordsburg tonight!
And among the additional dead were... "
- I'll leave that blank for a spell.
- I didn't hear any shooting', Ed.
You will, Billy.
You will.
Hank missed him, at four feet!
Ready, Kid?
Thanks, Curley.
Curley's going to see that you get to my place across the border.
Good-bye, Dallas.
Maybe you'd like to ride a ways with the Kid.
Please.
Well they're saved from the blessings of civilization.
I'll buy you a drink.
Just one.
She isn't coming yet, Toto.
Did she hurt you?
She tried to, didn't she?
Come on.
We'll go tell Uncle Henry and Auntie Em. Come on, Toto.
Aunt Em!
Aunt Em!
Just listen to what Miss Gulch did to Toto...
Dorothy, please.
We're counting.
- But she hit him...
- Don't bother us now, honey.
The incubator's gone bad and we're likely to lose a lot of our chicks.
Oh, that poor little thing.
But Miss Gulch hit Toto with a rake because she says he chases her nasty old cat every day!
...seventy. Dorothy, please!
But he doesn't do it every day!
Just once or twice a week.
He can't catch her old cat anyway.
- And now she says she's gonna...
- Dorothy.
Dorothy, we're busy.
Oh, all right.
- How's she coming?
- Take it easy.
You got my finger!
Get your finger out of the way.
- There you are.
- Right on my finger!
Lucky it wasn't your head.
Zeke, what am I gonna do about Miss Gulch?
Just because Toto...
Listen, honey, I got them hogs to get in.
Dorothy, you ain't using your head.
You'd think you didn't have any brains.
- I have so got brains.
- Well, why don't you use them?
Don't go by Miss Gulch's place.
Then Toto won't get in her garden, and you won't get in no trouble, see?
Oh, Hunk, you just won't listen, that's all.
Well, your head ain't made of straw, you know.
Say, get in there before I make a dime bank out of you.
Listen, kid are you gonna let that old Gulch heifer try and buffalo you?
She ain't nothing to be afraid of.
Have a little courage.
I'm not afraid of her.
Next time she squawks, walk up to her and spit in her eye.
- That's what I'd do.
Help me, Zeke! Get me out of here!
Help!
- Are you all right, Dorothy?
- Yes, I'm all right.
I fell in, and Zeke...
Why, Zeke, you're just as scared as I am.
You gonna let a little old pig make a coward out of you?
Look at you...
What's all this jabber-wapping when there's work to be done?
I know three farm hands that'll be out of a job.
Dorothy was...
I saw you tinkering with that contraption.
- You and Hunk get back to that wagon. - All right.
But someday they'll erect a statue to me...
Well, don't start posing for it now.
Can't work on an empty stomach. Have some crullers.
You see, Dorothy toppled into the...
It's no place for Dorothy around a pigsty!
Feed those hogs before they worry themselves into anemia! - Yes.
- Auntie Em you know what Miss Gulch said she was going to do to Toto?
- She said she'd...
- Stop imagining things.
You always get in a fret over nothing.
You just help us out today and find yourself a place where you won't get into any trouble.
Someplace where there isn't any trouble.
Do you suppose there is such a place, Toto?
There must be.
It's not a place you can get to by a boat or a train.
It's far, far away.
Behind the moon beyond the rain...
- Mr. Gale.
- Howdy, Miss Gulch.
I want to see you and your wife about Dorothy.
- What has Dorothy done?
- What's she done?
I'm all but lame from the bite on my leg!
- You mean, she bit you?
- No, her dog!
Oh, she bit her dog, eh?
No.
That dog's a menace. I'm taking him to make sure he's destroyed.
Destroyed!
Toto?
Oh, you can't! You mustn't!
Auntie Em! Uncle Henry! You won't let her, will you?
Of course we won't.
Uh, will we, Em?
Please, Aunt Em!
Toto didn't know he was doing anything wrong.
I'm the one that ought to be punished.
Send me to bed without supper.
Hand over that dog or I'll bring a suit that'll take your farm!
The law protects folks against dogs that bite!
How about if she keeps him tied up?
He's gentle.
- With gentle people, that is.
- That's for the sheriff to decide.
This order allows me to take him.
Unless you wanna go against the law.
We can't go against the law.
I'm afraid poor Toto has to go.
- Now you're seeing reason. - No.
Here's what I'm taking him in, so he can't attack me again. No, no!
I won't let you take him!
- You go away or I'll bite you myself!
You wicked old witch!
Uncle Henry, Auntie Em, don't let her take Toto. I've got an order!
- Let me have him!
- Please stop!
Put him in the basket, Henry.
- The idea! - Don't, Uncle Henry.
Oh, Toto!
Almira Gulch, just because you own half the county doesn't mean you can run the rest of us!
For 23 years I've been dying to tell you what I thought of you!
And now...
Well, being a Christian woman, I can't say it!
Toto, darling!
Oh, I got you back!
You came back!
I'm so glad!
They'll be coming back for you in a minute.
We've got to get away!
We've got to run away!
Well, well, well! Houseguests, eh?
And who might you be?
No, no. Now, don't tell me.
Let's see. You're...
You're traveling in disguise.
No, that's not right.
You're going on a visit.
No, I'm wrong. Let's see what we...
You're running away.
How did you guess?
Professor Marvel never guesses, he knows.
Now, why are you running away?
No, no. Now, don't tell me. They...
They don't understand you at home.
They don't appreciate you.
You want to see other lands. Big cities, big mountains, big oceans.
Why, it's just like you could read what was inside of me.
Toto, that's not polite! We haven't been asked yet.
Oh, he's perfectly welcome.
As one dog to another, huh?
Now, let's see, where were we?
Why can't we go with you and see all the crowned heads of Europe?
Do you know any? Oh, you mean the thing.
Yes.
Well, uh, I never do anything without consulting my crystal first.
Let's go inside here. We'll...
Just come along.
I'll show you.
That's right. Here.
Sit right down here.
That's it.
This is the same genuine, magic, authentic crystal used by the priests of Isis and Osiris in the days of the Pharaohs in which Cleopatra saw the approach of Julius Caesar and Marc Anthony.
And so on, and so on.
Now you'd better close your eyes, my child, for a moment in order to be better in tuned with the Infinite.
We can't do these things without reaching out into the Infinite.
Yes, that's all right. Now you can open them.
We'll gaze into the crystal.
What's this I see?
A house with a picket fence and a barn with a weathervane of a running horse.
- That's our farm!
Yes. There's a woman.
She's wearing a polka-dot dress. Her face is careworn.
That's Aunt Em.
Yes. Her name is Emily.
That's right. What's she doing?
Well, I can't quite see.
Why, she's crying.
Someone has hurt her.
Someone has just about broken her heart.
Me?
Well, it's... It's someone she loves very much.
Someone she's been very kind to.
Someone she's taken care of in sickness.
I had the measles once, and she stayed right by me every minute. Uh-huh.
What's she doing now?
Yes, she's...
What's this?
Why, she's putting her hand on her heart!
- She's dropping down on the bed. - Oh, no, no!
Well, that's all. The crystal's gone dark.
You don't suppose she could really be sick, do you?
- Oh, I've gotta go home right away.
- I thought you were going with me.
No, I have to get to her right away!
Come on, Toto! Come on!
Goodbye, Professor Marvel. And thanks a lot!
Better get under cover, Sylvester.
A storm's blowing up.
Poor little kid. I hope she gets home all right.
Get them horses loose!
Where's Hickory?
Hickory?
Doggone it!
It's a twister!
It's a twister!
Dorothy!
Everybody in the storm cellar!
Henry, I can't find Dorothy! She's out in the storm!
We can't look for her now.
Come on, get in the cellar! Hurry up!
Auntie Em!
Auntie Em!
Uncle Henry!
We must be up inside the cyclone!
Miss Gulch!
Toto I have a feeling we're not in Kansas anymore.
We must be over the rainbow!
Now I know we're not in Kansas.
Are you a good witch or a bad witch?
Who, me?
Why, I'm not a witch at all.
- I'm Dorothy Gale, from Kansas. - Oh.
Well, is that the witch?
Who, Toto?
Toto's my dog.
I'm a little muddled.
The Munchkins called me because a new witch just dropped a house on the Wicked Witch of the East.
And there's the house, and here you are and that's all that's left of the Wicked Witch of the East.
What the Munchkins want to know is, are you a good witch or a bad witch?
But I've already told you, I'm not a witch at all.
Witches are old and ugly.
What was that?
The Munchkins.
They're laughing because I am a witch.
I'm Glinda, the Witch of the North.
You are?
Oh, I beg your pardon!
But I've never heard of a beautiful witch before.
Only bad witches are ugly.
The Munchkins are happy because you freed them...
- ...from the Wicked Witch of the East.
- But if you please, what are Munchkins?
The little people who live here.
It's Munchkinland and you are their national heroine, my dear.
It's all right.
You may all come out and thank her.
Then this is a Day of Independence for all the Munchkins and their descendants.
Yes, let the joyous news be spread.
The Wicked Old Witch at last is dead!
I thought you said she was dead.
That was her sister, the Wicked Witch of the East.
This is the Wicked Witch of the West. She's worse than the other one was.
Who killed my sister?
Who killed the Witch of the East?
Was it you?
No, it was an accident. I didn't mean to kill anybody.
Well, my little pretty, I can cause accidents too!
- Aren't you forgetting the ruby slippers?
- The slippers.
Yes!
The slippers!
They're gone!
The ruby slippers! What have you done with them?
Give them back to me or I'll...
It's too late!
There they are, and there they'll stay!
Give me back my slippers! Only I know how to use them.
They're of no use to you. Give them back to me. Give them back!
Keep tight inside of them.
Their magic must be powerful or she wouldn't want them so badly.
Stay out of this, Glinda, or I'll fix you as well!
Oh, rubbish!
You have no power here.
Begone, before somebody drops a house on you too.
Very well. I'll bide my time.
And as for you, it's true I can't attend to you here and now as I'd like.
But just try to stay out of my way!
Just try!
I'll get you, my pretty and your little dog too!
It's all right. You can get up. She's gone!
It's all right.
You can all get up.
What a smell of sulfur!
I'm afraid you've made an enemy of the Wicked Witch.
The sooner you get out of Oz altogether, the safer you'll sleep, my dear.
Oh, I'd give anything to get out of Oz altogether.
But which is the way back to Kansas?
I can't go the way I came.
No, that's true.
The only person who might know would be the great and wonderful Wizard of Oz himself.
The Wizard of Oz?
Is he good or is he wicked?
Oh, very good, but very mysterious.
He lives in the Emerald City, a long journey from here.
Did you bring your broomstick with you?
- No, I'm afraid I didn't.
- Well, then, you'll have to walk.
The Munchkins will see you safely to the border of Munchkinland.
And remember, never let those ruby slippers off your feet for a moment or you will be at the mercy of the Wicked Witch of the West.
But how do I start for Emerald City?
It's always best to start at the beginning.
And all you do is follow the Yellow Brick Road.
- But what happens if I...
- Just follow the Yellow Brick Road.
Goodbye!
My!
People come and go so quickly here!
Follow the Yellow Brick Road
Follow the Yellow...?
Now which way do we go?
Pardon me!
That way is a very nice way.
Who said that?
Don't be silly, Toto. - Scarecrows don't talk.
- It's pleasant down that way too.
That's funny.
Wasn't he pointing the other way?
Of course, people do go both ways.
Why, you did say something, didn't you?
Are you doing that on purpose, or can't you make up your mind?
That's the trouble.
I can't make up my mind.
I haven't got a brain.
Only straw.
How can you talk if you haven't got a brain?
I don't know.
But some people without brains do a lot of talking, don't they?
Yes, I guess you're right.
Well, we haven't really met properly, have we?
Why, no.
- How do you do?
- How do you do?
- Very well, thank you.
- Oh, I'm not feeling at all well.
It's very tedious being stuck up here all day long with a pole up your back.
Oh, dear. That must be terribly uncomfortable.
Can't you get down?
Down?
No, you see, I'm...
Well, I'm...
Oh, well, here.
Let me help you.
Oh, that's very kind of you.
Very kind.
Oh, dear.
I don't see...
Of course, I'm not bright about doing things but if you'll just bend the nail down, maybe I'll slip off and...
Oh, yes!
- There goes some of me again! - Does it hurt you?
Oh, no.
I just keep picking it up and putting it back in again. My!
It's good to be free!
Did I scare you?
No, no. I just thought you hurt yourself.
- But I didn't scare you?
- No, of course not.
I didn't think so.
Boo! Scat!
Boo!
You see?
I can't even scare a crow.
They come from miles around just to eat in my field and laugh in my face.
Oh, I'm a failure, because I haven't got a brain!
Well, what would you do with a brain if you had one? Do?
Why, if I had a brain, I could...
Wonderful!
Why, if our scarecrow back in Kansas could do that...
- ...the crows would be scared to pieces!
- They would?
- Where's Kansas?
- That's where I live.
I wanna get back there so badly, I'm going to Emerald City to get the Wizard of Oz to help me.
- You're going to see a wizard?
Do you think if I went, this wizard would give me brains?
I couldn't say.
But even if he didn't, you'd be no worse off than you are now.
- Yes, that's true.
- But maybe you better not.
I've got a witch mad at me, and you might get into trouble.
Witch?
I'm not afraid of a witch!
I'm not afraid of anything!
- Except a lighted match.
- I don't blame you for that.
But I'd face a whole box of them for the chance of getting some brains.
Look, I won't be any trouble, because I don't eat a thing.
And I won't try to manage things, because I can't think.
Won't you take me with you?
Why, of course I will!
Hooray!
We're off to see a wizard!
You're not starting out very well. Oh, I'll try!
Really, I will.
- To Oz? - To Oz!
Apples!
Oh, look!
What do you think you're doing?
We've been walking a long ways and I was hungry and...
Did you say something?
- She was hungry!
- She was hungry!
How would like to have someone come along and pick something off of you?
Oh, dear!
I keep forgetting I'm not in Kansas.
Come along, Dorothy.
You don't want any of those apples. Hmm.
Are you hinting my apples aren't what they ought to be?
Oh, no!
It's just that she doesn't like little green worms.
I'll show you how to get apples.
Hooray! I guess that did it.
Why, it's a man!
A man made out of tin!
Yes!
Look!
Did you say something?
He said "oilcan."
- Oil can what?
- Oilcan?
Oh, here it is.
Where do you want to be oiled first?
He said his mouth.
The other side.
My goodness!
I can talk again! Oh!
Oil my arms, please.
Oil my elbows.
Here.
- Did that hurt?
- No, it feels wonderful.
I've held that ax up for ages.
Goodness!
How did you ever get like this?
Well, about a year ago I was chopping that tree when suddenly it began to rain.
And right in the middle of a chop, I rusted solid.
And I've been that way ever since.
Well, you're perfect now.
My neck.
My neck.
Perfect?
Bang on my chest if you think I'm perfect.
Go ahead, bang on it!
Beautiful!
What an echo!
It's empty.
The tinsmith forgot to give me a heart.
- No heart? - No heart?
No heart.
All hollow.
- Are you all right?
- I'm a little rusty yet.
Oh, dear!
That was wonderful!
You know, we were wondering why you couldn't come with us to the Emerald City to ask the Wizard of Oz for a heart.
Suppose the Wizard wouldn't give me one when we got there.
Oh, but he will!
He must!
We've come such a long way already.
You call that long?
Why, you've just begun!
Helping the little lady along, are you, my fine gentlemen?
Well, stay away from her or I'll stuff a mattress with you!
And you!
I'll use you for a beehive!
Here, scarecrow.
Wanna play ball?
Fire!
I'm burning!
I'm burning!
I'm not afraid of her.
I'll see you get safely to the Wizard, whether I get a brain or not!
Stuff a mattress with me!
I'll see you reach the Wizard, whether I get a heart or not.
Beehive! Bah!
Let her try and make a beehive out of me.
Oh, you're the best friends anybody ever had.
And it's funny, but I feel as if I've known you all the time.
- But I couldn't have, could I?
- I don't see how.
You weren't around when I was stuffed and sewn together, were you?
And I was standing over there rusting for the longest time.
Still, I wish I could remember.
But I guess it doesn't matter anyway.
We know each other now, don't we?
- That's right.
- We do.
- To Oz?
- To Oz!
I don't like this forest.
It's dark and creepy.
Of course, I don't know, but I think it'll get darker before it gets lighter.
Do you suppose we'll meet any wild animals?
We might.
Animals that eat straw?
Some, but mostly lions and tigers and bears.
- Lions!
- And tigers?
And bears!
Lions and tigers and bears!
Oh, my!
Which one of you first?
I'll fight you both together, if you want.
I'll fight you with one paw tied behind my back!
I'll fight you standing on one foot!
I'll fight you with my eyes closed!
Oh, pulling an ax on me, eh?
Sneaking up on me, eh?
Why...
- Here, here. Go away and let us alone. - Oh, scared, huh?
Afraid, huh?
How long can you stay fresh in that can?
Come on, get up and fight, you shivering junkyard.
Put your hands up, you lopsided bag of hay!
That's getting personal, Lion.
Yes, get up and teach him a lesson.
What's wrong with you teaching him?
Well, I hardly know him.
Well, I'll get you anyway, peewee.
Shame on you!
What did you do that for?
I didn't bite him.
No, but you tried to.
It's bad enough picking on a straw man, but picking on poor little dogs...
Well, you didn't have to go and hit me, did you?
Is my nose bleeding?
Well, of course not.
My goodness, what a fuss you're making!
Well, naturally, when you go around picking on things weaker than you are...
You're nothing but a big coward!
You're right, I am a coward!
I haven't any courage at all.
I even scare myself!
Look at the circles under my eyes.
I haven't slept in weeks.
Why don't you try counting sheep?
That doesn't do any good.
I'm afraid of them.
Oh, that's too bad.
Don't you think the Wizard could help him too?
I don't see why not.
Come along with us.
We're on our way to see the Wizard. To get him a heart.
- And him a brain.
- He could give you some courage.
Wouldn't you feel degraded to be seen in the company of a cowardly lion?
I would.
No, of course not.
Gee, that's awfully nice of you.
- My life has been simply unbearable. - Oh.
Well, it's all right now.
The Wizard'll fix everything.
It's been in me so long.
I just gotta tell you how I feel. Well, come on!
So you won't take warning, eh?
All the worse for you, then.
I'll take care of you now instead of later!
When I gain those ruby slippers my power will be the greatest in Oz!
And now, my beauties something with poison in it, I think.
With poison in it.
But attractive to the eye and soothing to the smell!
Poppies.
Poppies!
Poppies will put them to sleep.
Sleep...
Now they'll sleep.
There's Emerald City!
Oh, we're almost there! At last!
At last!
It's beautiful, isn't it?
Just like I knew it would be.
He really must be a wonderful wizard to live in a city like that.
Come on, what are we waiting for?
- Nothing! Let's hurry!
- Yes, let's run!
- Come on!
Come on!
- Hurry! Hurry!
Oh, look!
Come on! Come on!
Look at the scenery. It's wonderful!
Emerald City!
What's happening?
What is it?
I can't run anymore.
- I'm so sleepy.
- Give us your hands and we'll pull you.
Oh, no, please.
I have to rest for just a minute.
Toto.
Where's Toto?
You can't rest now. We're nearly there.
Don't cry.
You'll rust yourself again!
Coming to think of it, forty winks wouldn't be bad.
- Don't you start it too!
We ought to carry Dorothy.
I don't think I could, but we could try. - Let's.
- Now look at him.
This is terrible!
- Here, Tin Man, help me.
Oh, this is terrible!
I can't budge her an inch. This is a spell, this is!
It's the Wicked Witch!
What'll we do?
Help!
Help!
It's no use screaming at a time like this.
Nobody will hear you!
Help!
Help!
Help!
It's snowing!
No, it isn't.
Yes, it is!
Maybe that'll help!
Oh, but it couldn't help!
It does help!
Dorothy, you're waking up!
Unusual weather we're having, ain't it?
Look!
He's rusted again.
- Oh, give me the oilcan, quick!
- Here.
- He is rusted. - Here.
- Here.
- Quick!
Curses!
Curses!
Somebody always helps that girl.
But shoes or no shoes, I'm still great enough to conquer her.
And woe to those who try to stop me!
Come on, let's get out of here. Look!
Emerald City is closer and prettier than ever!
To the Emerald City, as fast as lightning!
Who rang that bell?
- We did!
- Can't you read?
- Read what?
- The notice!
- What notice?
- It's on the door!
As plain as the nose on my face!
"Bell out of order.
Please knock."
Well!
That's more like it!
Now, state your business.
We wanna see the Wizard.
The Wizard?
But nobody can see the great Oz.
Nobody's ever seen the great Oz!
Even I've never seen him!
Well, then, how do you know there is one?
Because he's...
Oh!
You're wasting my time!
Oh, please.
Please, sir.
I've got to see the Wizard.
- The Good Witch of the North sent me.
- Prove it!
She's wearing the ruby slippers that she gave her.
So she is!
Well, bust my buttons!
Why didn't you say that in the first place?
That's a horse of a different color!
Come on in!
Cabby! Cabby!
Just what you're looking for.
Take you any place in the city, we does.
- Would you take us to see the Wizard?
- The Wizard?
The Wizard?
Yes, of course.
But first I'll take you to a little place...
- ...where you can tidy up a bit.
- Oh, thank you so much!
We've been gone such a long time, and we feel so mess...
What kind of a horse is that?
I've never seen a horse like that before!
No, and never will again, I fancy.
There's only one of him, and he's it.
He's the horse of a different color you've heard tell about.
Who's her?
Who's her?
It's the witch!
She's followed us here!
"Surrender, Dorothy."
Dorothy?
Who's Dorothy?
- The Wizard will explain it!
- To the Wizard!
Dear!
Whatever shall we do?
We better hurry if we're gonna see the Wizard!
Here! Here, here! Everything is all right.
Stop that now, just...
It's all right!
Everything is all right!
The great and powerful Oz has got matters well in hand.
So you can all go home! There's nothing to worry about!
Get out of here.
Now go on!
Go on home.
Go home.
We want to see the Wizard right away. All four of us.
Orders are, nobody can see the great Oz!
Not nobody, not nohow!
But, please!
It's very important.
I got a permanent just for the occasion.
Not nobody, not nohow!
But she's Dorothy!
The witch's Dorothy?
Well, that makes a difference. Just wait here.
I'll announce you at once.
Did you hear that?
He'll announce us at once.
- I've as good as got my brain.
- I can fairly hear my heart beating.
I'll be home for supper.
In another hour, I'll be king of the forest.
Long live the king!
If you were king, you wouldn't be afraid of anything?
Not nobody, not nohow!
- Not even a rhinoceros? - Imposserous!
- How about a hippopotamus?
- I'd trash him from top to "bottom-us."
- Supposing you met an elephant?
- I'd wrap him up in "cello-phant"!
- What if it were a brontosaurus?
- I'd show him who's king of the forest!
- How?
- How?
Courage!
What makes a king out of a slave? Courage!
What makes the flag on the mast to wave?
Courage!
What makes the elephant charge his tusk in the misty mist or the dusky dusk?
What makes the muskrat guard his musk?
Courage!
What makes the sphinx the Seventh Wonder? Courage!
What makes the dawn come up like thunder?
Courage!
What makes the Hottentot so hot?
What puts the "ape" in apricot?
What have they got that I ain't got?
- Courage!
- You can say that again.
The Wizard says go away!
Go away?
Looks like we came a long way for nothing.
And I was so happy.
I thought I was on my way home.
Don't cry.
We're gonna get you to the Wizard.
We certainly are.
Auntie Em was so good to me and I never appreciated it.
Running away and hurting her feelings.
Professor Marvel said she was sick.
She may be dying and it's all my fault.
I'll never forgive myself.
Never, never, never.
Please don't cry anymore.
I'll get you into the Wizard somehow.
Come on. I had an Aunt Em myself once.
Wait a minute, fellas.
I was just thinking, I really don't want to see the Wizard this much.
I better wait for you outside.
- What's the matter?
- He's just scared again.
Don't you know the Wizard will give you courage?
I'd be too scared to ask him for it.
Well, then, we'll ask him for you.
I'd sooner wait outside.
Why?
Why?
Because I'm still scared!
- What happened?
- Somebody pulled my tail.
You did it yourself.
Come on.
Come forward!
Tell me when it's over!
Look at that. Look at that!
I wanna go home!
I am Oz the great and powerful!
Who are you?
Who are you?
If you please I am Dorothy the small and meek.
We've come to ask you...
- Silence!
The great and powerful Oz knows why you have come.
Step forward Tin Man!
You dare to come to me for a heart, do you?
You clinking, clanking, clattering collection of caliginous junk!
Yes, sir.
Yes, Your Honor.
You see a while back, we were walking down the Yellow Brick Road and...
Quiet!
And you, Scarecrow have the effrontery to ask for a brain you billowing bale of bovine fodder!
Yes, Your Honor. I mean, Your Excellency.
I mean, Your Wizardry!
Enough!
And you, Lion!
Well?
You ought to be ashamed of yourself frightening him like that when he came to you for help!
Silence, whippersnapper!
The beneficent Oz has every intention of granting your requests.
What's that?
What'd he say? Huh?
What'd he say?
But first, you must prove yourselves worthy by performing a very small task.
Bring me the broomstick of the Witch of the West.
But if we do that, we'll have to kill her to get it.
Bring me her broomstick and I'll grant your requests.
Now go!
But what if she kills us first?
I said go!
"I'd turn back if I were you."
I believe there's spooks around here.
That's ridiculous!
Spooks.
That's silly.
Don't you believe in spooks?
No. Why, only...
Oh!
Are you all right?
I do believe in spooks.
I do, I do, I do, I do.
I do believe in spooks.
I do, I do, I do, I do, I do!
You'll believe in more than that before I'm finished with you.
Take your army and bring me that girl and her dog.
Do what you like with the others, but I want her alive and unharmed.
They'll give you no trouble. I promise you that.
I've sent a little insect on ahead to take the fight out of them.
Take special care of those slippers. I want those most of all.
Now, fly! Fly!
Bring me that girl and her slippers!
Help!
Help!
Go away now!
Toto!
Toto!
Help!
Help!
Help!
Help!
What happened to you?
They tore my legs off and threw them over there!
Then they took my chest and threw it over there!
That's you all over.
They sure knocked the stuffings out of you.
Don't stand there.
Put me together. We've got to find Dorothy!
Now, let's see...
What a nice little dog.
And you, my dear.
What an unexpected pleasure.
It's so kind of you to visit me in my loneliness.
What are you gonna do with my dog?
Give him back to me!
All in good time, my little pretty.
- All in good time.
- Please give me back my dog.
Certainly, certainly when you give me those slippers.
- But the Good Witch told me not to.
- Very well.
Throw that basket in the river and drown him. No!
Here.
You can have your old slippers, but give me back Toto!
That's a good little girl.
I knew you'd see reason!
I'm sorry!
I didn't do it.
Can I still have my dog?
Fool that I am, I should have remembered those slippers will never come off as long as you're alive.
But that's not what's worrying me.
It's how to do it.
These things must be done delicately or you hurt the spell.
- Run, Toto, run!
- Catch him, you fool!
Run, Toto, run!
He got away!
He got away!
Which is more than you will!
Drat, you and your dog!
You've been more trouble to me than you're worth.
But it'll soon be over now!
Do you see that?
That's how much longer you've got to be alive.
And it isn't long, my pretty.
It isn't long!
I can't wait forever to get those shoes!
I'm frightened.
I'm frightened, Auntie Em! I'm frightened.
Where are you?
It's me.
It's Auntie Em.
We're trying to find you.
Where are you?
I'm here in Oz, Auntie Em.
I'm locked up in the Witch's castle and I'm trying to get home to you, Auntie Em!
Oh, Auntie Em, don't go away!
I'm frightened! Come back!
Come back!
"Auntie Em, Auntie Em!
I'll give you Auntie Em, my pretty!
Look!
There's Toto.
Where'd he come from?
Why, don't you see?
He's come to take us to Dorothy.
Come on, fellas!
I hope my strength holds out.
I hope your tail holds out.
What's that? What's that?
That's the castle of the Wicked Witch.
- Dorothy's in that awful place?
- I hate to think of her in there.
- We've got to get her out.
- Don't cry now.
We haven't got the oilcan, and you've been squeaking enough as it is.
Who's them?
Who's them?
- I've got a plan how to get in there. - Fine.
He's got a plan.
- And you're gonna lead us.
- Yeah.
- Me?
- Yes, you.
- I gotta get her out of there?
- That's right.
All right, I'll go in there for Dorothy.
Wicked Witch or no Wicked Witch guards or no guards, I'll tear them apart.
I may not come out alive, but I'm going in there.
- There's only one thing I want you to do. - What's that?
Talk me out of it.
- No, you don't! - Oh, no.
- Now, wait a minute.
- Up!
Come on, I've got another idea.
Do you think it would be polite, dropping in like this?
- Where do we go now? - Yeah.
There!
We better make sure.
Dorothy, are you in there?
- It's us!
- Yes!
It's me!
She's locked me in!
We gotta get her out!
Open the door!
Oh, hurry! Please hurry!
The hourglass is almost empty!
Stand back!
Oh, Lion! I knew you'd come!
I knew you would!
Hurry, we've got no time to lose!
Going so soon?
I wouldn't hear of it.
Why, my little party's just beginning.
Trapped.
Trapped like mice...rats.
That's right. Don't hurt them right away.
We'll let them think about it a little first.
Seize them!
Seize them!
Stop them, you fools!
Seize them!
Seize them!
There they go! Now we've got them!
Half of you go this way, half of you go that way.
Hurry! Hurry!
Where do we go now?
This way.
Come on!
Back! Back!
Well!
Ring around the rosie, a pocket full of spears!
Thought you'd be pretty foxy, didn't you?
The last to go will see the first three go before her.
And her mangy little dog too!
How about a little fire, Scarecrow?
I'm burning!
I'm burning! It's burning!
Help!
Don't throw that water!
You cursed brat!
Look what you've done!
I'm melting! Melting!
Oh, what a world!
What a world!
Who would've thought a good little girl like you could destroy my beautiful wickedness?
Look out!
Look out!
I'm going.
She's dead.
You've killed her.
I didn't mean to kill her.
Really, I didn't.
It's just that he was on fire.
Hail to Dorothy! The Wicked Witch is dead! Hail!
Hail to Dorothy!
The Wicked Witch is dead!
The broom.
- May we have it? - Please.
And take it with you.
Oh, thank you so much!
Now we can go tell the Wizard the Wicked Witch is dead!
The Wicked Witch is dead!
Can I believe my eyes?
Why have you come back?
Please, sir. We've done what you told us.
We've brought you the broomstick of the Wicked Witch of the West.
We melted her.
Ah, you liquidated her, eh?
- Very resourceful.
- Yes, sir.
So we'd like you to keep your promise to us, if you please, sir.
Not so fast.
Not so fast!
I'll have to give the matter a little thought.
Go away and come back tomorrow.
Tomorrow?
Oh, but I wanna go home now!
- You've had plenty of time already. - Yeah.
Do not arouse the wrath of the great and powerful Oz!
I said come back tomorrow!
If you were really great and powerful, you'd keep your promises.
Do you presume to criticize the great Oz?
You ungrateful creatures!
Think yourselves lucky that I'm giving you audience tomorrow instead of 20 years from now!
Oh!
The great Oz has spoken!
Pay no attention to that man behind the curtain.
The great and... Oz has spoken.
Who are you?
I am the great and powerful Wizard of Oz.
You are?
I don't believe you.
I'm afraid it's true.
There's no other Wizard except me.
- You humbug! - Yeah.
Yes, that's exactly so.
I'm a humbug.
You're a very bad man!
Oh, no, my dear. I'm a very good man.
I'm just a very bad wizard.
What about the heart you promised Tin Man?
And the courage you promised Cowardly Lion?
- And Scarecrow's brain? - And Scarecrow's brain?
Why, anybody can have a brain. That's a very mediocre commodity.
Every pusillanimous creature that crawls on the earth or slinks through slimy seas has a brain.
Back where I come from, we have universities seats of great learning, where men go to become great thinkers.
They think deep thoughts, and with no more brains than you have.
But they have one thing you haven't got.
A diploma.
Therefore, by virtue of the authority vested in me by the Universitatus Committeeatum E Pluribus Unum I hereby confer upon you...
- ...the honorary degree of Th.
D.
- Th.
D.?
That's Doctor of Thinkology.
The sum of the square roots of two sides of an isosceles triangle is equal to the square root of the remaining side.
Oh, joy! Rapture!
I've got a brain!
- How can I thank you enough?
- Well, you can't.
As for you, my fine friend, you're a victim of disorganized thinking.
You are under the delusion that because you run away from danger you have no courage.
You're confusing courage with wisdom.
Back where I come from, we have men who are called "heroes."
Once a year, they take their fortitude out of mothballs and parade it down the main street.
And they have no more courage than you have.
But they have one thing that you haven't got.
A medal.
Therefore for meritorious conduct, extraordinary valor conspicuous bravery against wicked witches I award you the Triple Cross.
You are now a member of the Legion of Courage.
Shucks, folks, I'm speechless.
As for you, my galvanized friend, you want a heart.
You don't know how lucky you are not to have one.
Hearts will never be practical until they can be made unbreakable.
But I still want one.
Back where I come from, there are men who do nothing all day but good deeds.
They are called phil...
Good-deed-doers.
And their hearts are no bigger than yours.
But they have one thing you haven't got.
A testimonial.
Therefore, in consideration of your kindness I take pleasure at this time in presenting you with a small token of our esteem and affection.
And remember, my sentimental friend that a heart is not judged by how much you love but by how much you are loved by others.
Ah.
It ticks!
Listen!
Look, it ticks!
Read what my medal says. "Courage."
Ain't it the truth!
Ain't it the truth!
Oh, they're all wonderful.
Hey, what about Dorothy?
- Yes, how about Dorothy?
- Yeah. Dorothy next.
I don't think there's anything in that black bag for me.
You force me into a cataclysmic decision.
The only way to get Dorothy to Kansas is for me to take her myself.
Oh, will you?
Could you?
But are you clever enough to manage it?
Child, you cut me to the quick!
I'm an old Kansas man myself born and bred in the western wilderness premier balloonist par excellence to the Miracle Wonderland Carnival Company.
Until one day, while performing feats of stratospheric skill never before attempted by civilized man an unfortunate phenomena occurred.
The balloon failed to return to the fair. - It did?
- Weren't you frightened?
You are talking to a man who has laughed in the face of death sneered at doom and chuckled at catastrophe.
I was petrified.
Suddenly the wind changed and the balloon floated down into this noble city where I was instantly acclaimed Oz, the first wizard deluxe!
Times being what they were, I accepted the job retaining my balloon against the advent of a quick getaway.
And in that balloon, dear Dorothy you and I will return to the land of E Pluribus Unum.
My friends.
I mean, my friends!
This is positively the finest exhibition ever to be shown be that as it may.
I, your Wizard per ardua ad alta am about to embark upon a hazardous and technically unexplainable journey into the outer stratosphere!
To confer, converse and otherwise hobnob with my brother wizards.
And I hereby decree that until what time if any, that I return the Scarecrow, by virtue of his highly superior brains shall rule in my stead assisted by the Tin Man, by virtue of his magnificent heart and the Lion, by virtue of his courage.
Obey them as you would me.
Come back! Toto!
Don't go without me. I'll be right back.
Stop that dog!
This is a highly irregular procedure.
This is absolutely unprecedented!
- Come back! Come back!
Don't go without me!
Please come back!
I can't come back!
I don't know how it works!
Goodbye, folks!
Goodbye!
Oh, now I'll never get home.
Stay with us then, Dorothy.
We all love you.
We don't want you to go.
That's very kind of you but this could never be like Kansas.
Auntie Em must have stopped wondering what happened to me by now.
Oh, Scarecrow, what am I going to do?
Look!
Here's someone who can help you!
- Will you help me?
Can you help me?
- You don't need help any longer.
You've always had the power to go back to Kansas. - I have?
- Then why didn't you tell her before?
Because she wouldn't have believed me.
She had to learn it for herself.
What have you learned, Dorothy?
I think that it...
That it wasn't enough just to want to see Uncle Henry and Auntie Em.
And it's that if I ever go looking for my heart's desire again I won't look any further than my own back yard because if it isn't there I never really lost it to begin with.
Is that right?
That's all it is.
But that's so easy!
I should've thought of it for you.
- I should've felt it in my heart.
- She had to find it out for herself.
Now those magic slippers will take you home in two seconds.
- Toto too?
- Toto too.
- Now?
- Whenever you wish.
Oh, dear.
That's too wonderful to be true!
It's gonna be so hard to say goodbye.
I love you all too.
Goodbye, Tin Man.
Oh, don't cry.
You'll rust so dreadfully.
Here. Here's your oilcan.
- Goodbye.
- Now I know I've got a heart because it's breaking.
Goodbye, Lion.
I know it isn't right but I'm gonna miss the way you used to holler for help before you found your courage.
I would never have found it if it hadn't been for you.
I think I'll miss you most of all.
- Are you ready now?
Say goodbye, Toto.
- Yes, I'm ready now.
- Then close your eyes and tap your heels together three times and think to yourself:
"There's no place like home.
There's no place like home."
There's no place like home.
There's no place like home.
- Wake up, honey. - There's no place like home.
Dorothy, dear. It's Aunt Em, darling.
Oh, Auntie Em, it's you!
- Yes, darling. - Hello there!
Anybody home?
I dropped by because I heard the little girl got caught in the big...
- Well, she seems all right now.
- She got quite a bump on the head.
We kind of thought she was gonna leave us.
But I did leave you. That's just the trouble.
And I tried to get back for days!
There, there, lie quiet now.
- You just had a bad dream. - Sure.
Remember me your old pal, Hunk?
And me, Hickory?
You couldn't forget my face, could you? No.
But it wasn't a dream.
It was a place.
And you and you and you and you were there.
But you couldn't have been, could you?
We dream lots of silly things when we...
No, Aunt Em, this was a real, truly live place.
And I remember that some of it wasn't very nice but most of it was beautiful.
But just the same, all I kept saying to everybody was, "I want to go home!"
And they sent me home.
Doesn't anybody believe me?
Of course we believe you, Dorothy.
But anyway, Toto, we're home!
Home!
And this is my room and you're all here.
And I'm not going to leave here ever, ever again because I love you all.
And oh, Auntie Em there's no place like home!
How do you do?
My name is Deems Taylor, and it's my very pleasant duty to welcome you here on behalf of Walt Disney, Leopold Stokowski and all the other artists and musicians whose combined talents went into the creation of this new form of entertainment, Fantasia.
What you're going to see are the designs and pictures and stories that music inspired in the minds and imaginations of a group of artists.
In other words, these are not going to be the interpretations of trained musicians.
Which I think is all to the good.
Now, there are three kinds of music on this Fantasia programme.
First is the kind that tells a definite story.
Then there's the kind that, while it has no specific plot, does paint a series of, more or less, definite pictures.
Then there's a third kind, music that exists simply for its own sake.
Now, the number that opens our Fantasia programme, the Toccata and Fugue, is music of this third kind, what we call absolute music.
Even the title has no meaning beyond a description of the form of the music.
What you will see on the screen is a picture of the various abstract images that might pass through your mind if you sat in a concert hall listening to this music.
At first you're more or less conscious of the orchestra.
So our picture opens with a series of impressions of the conductor and the players.
Then the music begins to suggest other things to your imagination.
They might be, oh, just masses of colour.
Or they may be cloud forms or great landscapes or vague shadows or geometrical objects floating in space.
So now we present the Toccata and Fugue in D Minor by Johann Sebastian Bach, interpreted in pictures by Walt Disney and his associates, and in music by the Philadelphia Orchestra and its conductor, Leopold Stokowski.
You know, it's funny how wrong an artist can be about his own work.
Now, the one composition of Tchaikovsky's that he really detested was his Nutcracker Suite, which is probably the most popular thing he ever wrote.
It's a series of dances taken out of a full-length ballet called The Nutcracker that he once composed for the St Petersburg opera house.
It wasn't much of a success and nobody performs it nowadays, but I'm pretty sure you'll recognise the music of the Suite when you hear it.
Incidentally, you won't see any nutcracker on the screen.
There's nothing left of him but the title.
And now we're going to hear a piece of music that tells a very definite story.
As a matter of fact, in this case, the story came first and the composer wrote the music to go with it.
It's a very old story, one that goes back almost 2,000 years.
A legend about a sorcerer who had an apprentice.
He was a bright young lad, very anxious to learn the business.
As a matter of fact, he was a little bit too bright because he started practising some of the boss's best magic tricks before learning how to control them.
One day, for instance, when he'd been told by his master to carry water to fill a cauldron, he had the brilliant idea of bringing a broomstick to life to carry the water for him.
Well, this worked very well, at first.
Unfortunately, however, having forgotten the magic formula that would make the broomstick stop carrying the water, he found he'd started something he couldn't finish.
Mr Stokowski. Mr Stokowski.
My congratulations, sir.
Congratulations to you, Mickey.
Gee, thanks.
Well, so long. I'll be seein' ya.
Goodbye.
When Igor Stravinsky wrote his ballet, The Rite of Spring...
I repeat, when Igor Stravinsky wrote his ballet, The Rite of Spring, his purpose was, in his own words, to "express primitive life."
And so Walt Disney and his fellow artists have taken him at his word.
Instead of presenting the ballet in its original form, as a simple series of tribal dances, they have visualised it as a pageant, as the story of the growth of life on Earth.
And that story, as you're going to see it, isn't the product of anybody's imagination.
It's a coldly accurate reproduction of what science thinks went on during the first few billion years of this planet's existence.
Science, not art, wrote the scenario of this picture.
According to science, the first living things here were single-celled organisms, tiny little white or green blobs of nothing in particular that lived under the water.
And then, as the ages passed, the oceans began to swarm with all kinds of marine creatures.
Finally, after about a billion years, certain fish, more ambitious than the rest, crawled up on land and became the first amphibians.
And then, several hundred million years ago, nature went off on another tack and produced the dinosaurs.
Now, the name "dinosaur" comes from two Greek words meaning "terrible lizard."
And they certainly were all of that.
They came in all shapes and sizes, from little, crawling horrors about the size of a chicken to hundred-ton nightmares.
They were not very bright.
Even the biggest of them had only the brain of a pigeon.
They lived in the air and water as well as on land.
As a rule, they were vegetarians, rather amiable and easy to get along with.
However, there were bullies and gangsters among them.
The worst of the lot, a brute named tyrannosaurus rex, was probably the meanest killer that ever roamed the Earth.
The dinosaurs were lords of creation for about 200 million years.
And then... Well, we don't exactly know what happened.
Some scientists think that great droughts and earthquakes turned the whole world into a gigantic dustbowl.
In any case, the dinosaurs were wiped out.
That is where our story ends.
Where it begins is at a time infinitely far back, when there was no life at all on Earth.
Nothing but clouds of steam, boiling seas and exploding volcanoes.
So now, imagine yourselves out in space billions and billions of years ago, looking down on this lonely, tormented little planet, spinning through an empty sea of nothingness.
And now we'll have a 15-minute intermission.
Before we get into the second half of the programme,
I'd like to introduce somebody to you, somebody who's very important to Fantasia.
He's very shy and very retiring.
I just happened to run across him one day at the Disney studios.
But when I did, I suddenly realised that here was not only an indispensable member of the organisation, but a screen personality whose possibilities nobody around the place had ever noticed.
And so I'm very happy to have this opportunity to introduce to you the soundtrack.
All right. Come on.
That's all right. Don't be timid.
Atta soundtrack.
Now, watching him, I discovered that every beautiful sound also creates an equally beautiful picture.
Now, look. Will the soundtrack kindly produce a sound?
Go on, don't be nervous. Go ahead. Any sound.
Well, that isn't quite what I had in mind.
Suppose we hear and see the harp.
Now one of the strings, say, the violin.
And now... now, one of the Woodwinds, a flute.
Very pretty-
Now, let's have a brass instrument, the trumpet.
All right. Now, how about a low instrument, the bassoon?
Go on. Go on. Drop the other shoe, will you?
Well, now to finish, suppose we see some of the percussion instruments, beginning with the bass drum.
Thanks a lot, old man.
The symphony that Beethoven called the Pastoral, his sixth, is one of the few pieces of music he ever wrote that tells something like a definite story.
He was a great nature lover, and in this symphony, he paints a musical picture of a day in the country.
Now, of course, the country that Beethoven described was the countryside with which he was familiar.
But his music covers a much wider field than that, so Walt Disney has given the Pastoral Symphonya mythological setting.
And that setting is of Mt Olympus, the abode of the gods.
And here, first of all, we meet a group of fabulous creatures of the field and forest, unicorns, fauns, Pegasus, the flying horse, and his entire family, the centaurs, those strange creatures that are half-man and half-horse.
And their girlfriends, the centaur-ettes.
Later on, we meet our old friend, Bacchus, the god of wine, presiding over a bacchanal.
The party is interrupted by a storm.
And now, we see Vulcan forging thunderbolts and handing them over to the king of all the gods, Zeus, who plays darts with them.
As the storm clears, we see Iris, the goddess of the rainbow.
And Apollo, driving his sun chariot across the sky.
And then Morpheus, the god of sleep, covers everything with his cloak of night, as Diana, using the new moon as a bow, shoots an arrow of fire that spangles the sky with stars.
Now we're going to do one of the most famous and popular ballets ever written,
The Dance of the Hours from Ponchielli's opera La Gioconda.
It's a pageant of the hours of the day.
We see first a group of dancers in costumes to suggest the delicate light of dawn.
Then a second group enters dressed to represent the brilliant light of noon day.
As these withdraw, a third group enters in costumes that suggest the delicate tones of early evening.
Then a last group, all in black, the sombre hours of the night.
Suddenly, the orchestra bursts into a brilliant finale in which the hours of darkness are overcome by the hours of light.
All this takes place in the great hall with its garden beyond, of the palace of Duke Alvise, a Venetian nobleman.
The last number on our Fantasia programme is a combination of two pieces of music so utterly different in construction and mood that they set each other off perfectly.
The first is A Night on Bald Mountain, by one of Russia's greatest composers, Modest Mussorgsky.
The second is Franz Schubert's world-famous Ave Maria.
Musically and dramatically, we have here a picture of the struggle between the profane and the sacred.
Bald Mountain, according to tradition, is the gathering place of Satan and his followers.
Here on Walpurgis Night, which is the equivalent of our own Halloween, the creatures of evil gather to worship their master.
Under his spell, they dance furiously until the coming of dawn and the sounds of church bells send the infernal army slinking back into their abodes of darkness.
And then we hear the Ave Maria, with its message of the triumph of hope and life over the powers of despair and death.
- When'll you be back, Roy?
- In a couple of weeks.
Don't do nothing you wouldn't want me to hear about.
- Well, so long.
- So long.
How about a lift, mister?
- Can't you see that sticker?
- Sure, I see it. But a good guy don't pay no attention to what some heel makes him stick on his truck.
Well, scrunch down on the running board till we get around the bend.
- Going far?
- No, just a couple of miles.
I'd have walked her if my dogs wasn't pooped out.
- Looking for a job? - No.
My old man's got a place.
Forty acres. He's a sharecropper, but we've been there a long while.
- Been doing a job?
I seen your hands. You been swinging a pick or a sledge.
That's what makes them shiny. I notice little things like that all the time.
Got a trade?
- Why don't you get at it, buddy?
- Get at what?
You know. You been going over me since I got in. Why don't you ask where I've been?
I don't stick my nose in nobody's business. I stay in my own yard.
That big nose of yours been going over me like a sheep in a vegetable patch.
Well, I ain't keeping it a secret. I've been in the penitentiary. Been there four years.
- Anything else?
- You ain't gotta get sore.
- Ask me anything.
- I didn't mean nothing.
Me neither. I'm just trying to get along without shoving anybody, that's all.
See that road ahead?
That's where I get out.
You're about to bust a gut to know what I done, ain't you? Well, I ain't a guy to let you down.
Homicide.
He's my savior
My savior
My savior now
- Howdy, friend.
Say ain't you young Tom Joad, old Tom's boy?
Yeah. I'm on my way home now.
Well, I do declare.
I baptized you, son.
Ain't you the preacher?
Used to be.
Not no more.
I lost the call.
But, boy, I sure used to have it.
I used to get an irrigation ditch so full of repented sinners I'd pretty near drown half of them.
But not no more.
I lost the spirit.
I got nothing to preach about no more, that's all.
I ain't so sure of things.
I remember you preaching a sermon walking around on your hands, shouting your head off.
Yeah, I remember.
Went pretty good that way.
But that was nothing.
I preached a whole sermon once straddling the ridge pole of a barn.
Like this:
- Did you see that one?
- No.
You didn't?
Well, it's all gone anyway.
You should have got yourself a wife.
Why, at my meetings, I used to get the girls glory-shouting till they about passed out.
Then I'd go to comfort them.
I'd always end up by loving them.
I'd feel bad and pray and pray, but it didn't do no good.
Next time, do it again.
I figured I just wasn't worth saving.
Yeah, Pa always says you was never cut out for no preacher.
I never let one get by me if I could catch her. Have a snort?
But you wasn't a preacher. A girl was just a girl to you.
To me, they's holy vessels.
I was saving their souls.
I asked myself, what is this here called Holy Spirit?
Maybe that's love.
Why, I love everybody so much I'm fit to burst sometimes.
So maybe there ain't no sin and there ain't no virtue.
It's just what people does.
Some things folks do is nice and some ain't so nice and that's all any man's got a right to say.
Of course, I'll say a grace if somebody sets out the food but my heart ain't in it.
- Nice drinking liquor.
- Ought to be. That's factory liquor. Cost me a buck.
- You been out traveling around?
- Ain't you heard?
It's been in the papers.
- No, I never. What?
- I've been in the penitentiary for four years.
Excuse me for asking.
I don't mind no more. I'd do what I done again.
Killed a guy in a dance hall.
We was drunk. He got a knife in me and I laid him out with a shovel.
- Knocked his head plumb to squash.
- You ain't ashamed?
No. He had a knife in me. That's why they only gave me seven years.
I got out in four. Parole.
- Ain't seen your folks since?
- No, but I aim to before sundown and I'm getting excited about it too.
- Which way are you going?
- It don't matter.
Ever since I lost the spirit, looks like I'd just as soon go one way as the other.
I'll go your way.
Maybe Ma will have pork for supper.
I ain't had pork but four times in four years.
Every Christmas.
I'll be glad to see your pa.
Last time I seen him was at a baptizing.
He had one of the biggest doses of the Holy Spirit I ever seen.
Got to jumping over bushes. Howling like a dog-wolf at moon-time.
Finally, he picks himself out a bush big as a piano and he lets out a squawk and takes a run at that bush.
Well, he cleared her.
But he bust his leg snap in two doing it.
There was a traveling dentist and he set her and I gave her a praying over, but there wasn't no more Holy Spirit left in your pa after that.
- Listen. That wind's fixing to do something.
- Sure it is.
Always is this time of year.
Ma?
Pa?
Ma?
Ain't nobody here.
- Something's happened.
- You got a match?
They're all gone or dead.
- They never wrote you nothing?
- No. They wasn't people to write.
It's Ma's. She had them for years.
Used to be mine. I gave it to Grandpa when I went away.
You reckon they're dead?
I never heard nothing about it.
Tommy?
Muley.
- Where's my folks, Muley?
- Why, they gone.
I know they're gone, but where are they gone?
It's Muley Graves. You remember the preacher, don't you?
- I ain't no preacher anymore.
- All right. You remember the man?
- Glad to see you again.
- Now, where are my folks?
They gone. They gone to your Uncle John's. The whole crowd of them.
But they can't stay there, because John's got his notice to get off.
What happened?
How come they gotta get off?
We lived here 50 years, same place.
Everybody's gotta get off. Everybody's leaving. Going out to California.
Your folks, my folks, everybody's folks.
Everybody except me. I ain't getting off.
- Who done it?
- Listen.
That's some of what done it. The dusters. They started it, anyways.
Blowing like this year after year.
Blowing the land away. Blowing the crops away.
Blowing us away now.
Are you crazy?
Some say I am.
You wanna hear how it happened?
That's what I'm asking you, ain't it?
Well, the way it happens...
The way it happened to me...
A man come one day...
After what them dusters done to the land, the tenant system don't work no more.
They don't even break even, much less show profit.
One man and a tractor can handle 12 or 14 of these places.
You just pay him a wage and take all the crop.
Yeah, but we couldn't do on any less than what our share is now.
The children ain't getting enough to eat as it is.
And they're so ragged we'd be ashamed if everybody else's children wasn't the same way.
I can't help that. I got my orders. They told me to tell you to get off.
- That's what I'm telling you.
- You mean get off my own land?
- Don't go to blaming me. It ain't my fault.
- Whose fault is it?
You know who owns the land. Shawnee Land and Cattle Company.
- Who's Shawnee Land and Cattle Company?
- It ain't nobody. It's a company.
They got a president, ain't they? They got somebody who knows what a shotgun's for!
Son, it ain't his fault because the bank tells him what to do.
- All right. Where's the bank?
- Tulsa. What's the use of picking on him?
He ain't nothing but the manager. He's half crazy trying to keep up with his orders.
- Then who do we shoot?
- Brother, I don't know.
If I did, I'd tell you. I just don't know who's to blame.
I'm right here to tell you, mister: There ain't nobody gonna push me off my land!
My grandpa took up this land 70 years ago!
My pa was born here.
We was all born on it!
And some of us was killed on it!
And some of us died on it.
That's what makes it our'n.
Being born on it and working on it and dying.
And not no piece of paper with writing on it.
Well, what happened?
They come. They come and pushed me off.
- They come with the cats.
- The what?
The cats, the caterpillar tractors.
And for every one of them there was 10, 15 families thrown right out of their homes.
A hundred folks. And no place to live but on the road.
The Rances, the Peterses, the Perrys, the Joadses.
One right after the other, they got thrown out.
Half the folks you and me know thrown right out into the road.
The one that got me come, about a month ago.
Go on back!
Go on back!
I'm warning you, go on back!
You come any closer and I'm gonna blow you right out of that cat!
I told you!
Why, you're Joe Davis' boy.
I don't like for nobody to draw a bead on me.
Then what are you doing this for? Against your own people.
Three dollars a day, that's what I'm doing it for.
I got two little kids at home. My wife, my wife's mother. Them folks gotta eat.
First and only, I think about my folks. What happens to others is their own lookout.
Yeah, but you don't understand, son. This is my land!
Used to be your land. It's the company's now.
Have it your own way, son. But just as sure as you touch my house with that cat I'm gonna blow you plumb to kingdom come!
You ain't gonna blow nobody nowhere. First place, they'd hang you and you know it.
It wouldn't be two days before they'd send a guy to take my place.
Now go on!
Get out of the way!
What was the use?
He was right.
And there wasn't a thing in the world I could do about it.
It's just, it don't seem possible just getting throwed off like that.
The rest of my family set out for the West.
There wasn't nothing to eat, but I couldn't leave. Something just wouldn't let me.
So now I just wander around and sleep wherever I am.
I used to tell myself that I was looking out for things so that when the folks come back, everything would be all right.
But I knowed it wasn't true.
There ain't nothing to look out for and there ain't nobody ever coming back.
They're gone!
And me I'm just an old graveyard ghost.
That's all in the world I am.
Do you think I'm touched?
No.
You're lonely, but you ain't touched.
Well, it don't matter. If I'm touched, I'm touched and that's all there is to it.
The thing I don't understand is my folks taking it.
Like Ma.
I seen her nearly beat a peddler to death with a live chicken.
She aimed to go with an ax in the other hand got mixed up, forgot which was which.
When she got through with that peddler, all she had left was two chicken legs.
Just a...
Just a plain old graveyard ghost.
That's all.
She's settling.
What do you figure on doing?
It's hard to say.
Stay here till morning, go to Uncle John's, I reckon.
After that, I don't know.
Listen.
That's them. Them lights. Come on.
Come on. We gotta hide out.
Hide out for what?
We ain't doing nothing.
You're trespassing. This ain't your land no more. That's the superintendent with a gun.
- Come on!
- Come on, Tom. You're on parole.
Muley!
All you gotta do is hide and watch.
- Won't they come out here?
- I don't think so.
- One came out once and I clipped him... - Shh!
From behind with a fence stake.
They ain't bothered since.
He ain't here.
Anybody ever told me I'd be hiding out at my own place...
Lord, make us grateful for what we are about to receive for his sake. Amen.
I seen you. You ate during grace.
Just one little dab. Just one teeny little old dab, that's all.
- Ain't he messy though.
- I seen him. Gobbling away like an old pig.
Why don't you keep your eyes shut during grace, you old...?
What's it say again, Uncle John?
It says, "Plenty of work in California. Eight hundred pickers wanted."
Wait till I get to California. I'm gonna reach up and pick me an orange whenever I want it.
Or some grapes. Now, there's something I ain't never had enough of.
I'm gonna get me a whole big bunch of grapes off a bush and I'm gonna squash them all over my face and let the juice drain down off of my chin.
Praise the Lord for victory!
Maybe I'll get me a whole washtub full of grapes and just sit in them and scrounge around in them until they're all gone.
I sure would like that. Yes, sir, I sure would like that.
Oh, thank God.
Thank God.
Tommy.
Ma.
You didn't bust out, did you?
You ain't gotta hide?
No, Ma. I'm paroled. I got my papers.
I was so scared we was going away without you and we'd never see each other again.
I'd have found you, Ma.
Muley told me what happened.
We going to California true?
We've gotta go, Tommy, but it's gonna be all right.
I seen the handbills about how much work there is, and high wages too.
There's something I gotta find out first, Tommy. Did they hurt you, son?
Did they hurt you and make you mean mad?
Mad, Ma?
- Sometimes they do.
- No, Ma. I was at first, but not no more.
Sometimes they do something to you.
They hurt you and you get mad and then you get mean.
And they hurt you again and you get meaner and meaner till you ain't no boy nor man anymore, just a walking chunk of mean mad.
- Did they hurt you that way, son?
- No, Ma. Don't worry about that.
Well, I...
I don't want no mean son.
- It's Tommy. It's Tommy back! - Tommy!
What'd you do, son?
Bust out?
Tommy's out of jail!
I knowed it!
You couldn't keep him in. You can't keep a Joad in jail.
I knowed it from the first.
Get out of my way!
I told you so. I told you Tom would come busting out of that jail just like a bull through a corral fence.
You can't keep a Joad in jail!
- I didn't bust out. They paroled me.
- I was that way myself.
- How are you, Uncle John?
- Hello, Tommy. I'm feeling fine.
- How are you, Noah?
- Fine, Tommy. Bust out?
No, parole.
- Hello. - Tommy!
The jailbird's back!
The jailbird's back!
- Hi, Al.
- Hello, Tom.
- Did you bust out of jail?
- No, they paroled me.
Rosasharn.
Busted out.
That's Connie Rivers with her. They're married now.
She's due now about three, four months.
She wasn't any more than a kid when I went up.
- Hi, Rosasharn.
- How are you, Tom?
This is Connie, my husband.
- Did you...?
- No, parole.
If this don't beat all. I see I'm gonna be an uncle soon.
You do not see.
Look at her blush, I tell you. - Look at her blush. - Look at her blushing.
Hey, Joad! John Joad.
- You ain't forgot, have you?
- We ain't forgot.
- We'll be coming through here tomorrow.
- I know.
We be out. We be out by sunup.
How'd you get all this money?
Sold things, chopped cotton. Even Grandpa.
Got us about $200 all told. Shucked out 75 for this here truck.
Still got nearly 150 to set out on. I figure we ought to be able to make her on that.
Easy. After all, they ain't but about 12 of us, is they?
She'll probably ride like a bull calf, but she'll ride.
Well, I reckon we better begin rousting them out if we aim to get out by daylight.
How about it, John?
How are you boys coming?
Ma.
I'm ready.
Rosasharn, honey. Wake up the children. We're fixing to leave.
Ruthie. Winfield.
Jump up now.
Where's Grandpa?
Al, go get him.
I'm gonna get up front. Somebody help me.
Wait. Somebody help me.
- Kids, you climb up on top first.
- We're going to California!
Al's gonna drive, Ma. Sit with him and Grandma, and we'll swap around later.
Connie, help Rosasharn up there alongside the kids.
- Where's Grandpa?
- Grandpa!
Where he always is, probably.
Grandpa!
Grandpa!
Well, save him a place. John, you and Noah climb up and find a place.
Gotta kind of keep her even all around.
You think it'll hold?
If it does, it'll be a miracle out of Scripture.
Ma.
Pa.
Let go of me, goldurn you!
No, Pa, please. There's something the matter with Pa.
- Why don't you stand still? ! - There's something wrong with him.
You let me alone, that's all.
That's all.
What's the matter, Grandpa?
What's the matter?
There's nothing the matter. I just...
- I just ain't going, that's all.
- What do you mean?
We gotta go.
We got no place to stay.
I ain't talking about you, I'm talking about me.
I give her a good going-over all last night and I'm staying.
But you can't do that, Grandpa. This here land's going under the tractor.
- We all gotta get out.
- All except me and I'm staying.
- What about Grandma? - Take her with you!
Who'd cook for you, Grandpa?
How you gonna live?
Muley's living, ain't he?
And I'm twice the man that Muley is.
Now, listen to me, Grandpa. Listen to me just a minute.
And I ain't listening either.
I told you what I was gonna do, and I don't give a hoot and a holler if there's oranges and grapes crowding a fella out of bed.
I ain't going to California!
Goldurn!
This is my country and I belong here.
Yes, sir.
It's my dirt.
It's no good, but it's...
It's mine, all mine.
Either we gotta tie him up and throw him in the truck or something. He can't stay here.
No, can't tie him. Either we'll hurt him or he'll get so mad, he'll hurt himself.
- Reckon we could get him drunk?
- Ain't no whiskey, is there?
Now, wait. There's a half a bottle of soothing syrup here.
Here. Used to put the children to sleep.
- Don't taste bad.
- There's coffee left. We can fix him a cup.
- That's right, douse some in it.
- Better give him a good dose.
He's mighty muleheaded.
If Muley...
If Muley can scramble along, I...
I guess I can.
I smell spareribs.
Somebody's been eating spareribs. How come I ain't got none?
Well, I got some saved for you, Grandpa. Got some warming now.
And here's a cup of coffee for you first.
Get me a mess of spareribs.
I want a great big mess of spareribs.
- I'm...
I'm hungry.
- Why, sure you're hungry.
I sure do like spareribs.
- Get up there, Noah.
- Put his feet in there first, Tom.
Easy, now. Easy!
Better throw something over him so he won't get sunstruck.
Everything all set now?
All right, let her go, Al.
Get aboard, Ma.
- Well, goodbye and good luck.
- Hold her, Al.
Ain't you going with us?
I'd like to.
There's something going on there in the West and I'd like to try and learn what it is if you feel you've got the room.
Plenty of room. Get on.
- Let her go, Al!
- California, here we come!
Ain't you gonna look back, Ma?
Give the old place a last look?
We're going to California, ain't we?
All right then, let's go to California.
That don't sound like you, Ma. You never was like that before.
I never had my house pushed over before.
Never had my family stuck out on the road.
Never had to lose everything I had in life.
- It's gonna be all right, Grandpa. I ain't going.
I ain't going.
I ain't going.
I ain't going.
It's all right, Grandpa.
You're just tired, that's all.
That's it.
Just tired.
Just tired.
"This here is William James Joad. Died of a stroke, old, old man.
His folks buried him because they got no money to pay for funerals.
Nobody killed him. Just a stroke and he died."
I figure best we leave something like this on him lest somebody digs him up and makes out he was killed.
Looks like a lot of times the government's got more interest in a dead man than a live one.
Not be so lonesome, knowing his name's there with him.
Not just an old fella lonesome underground.
Would you say a few words, Casy?
I ain't a preacher no more, you know.
We know, but ain't none of our folks ever been buried without a few words.
I'll say them, make it short.
This here old man just lived a life and just died out of it.
I don't know whether he was good or bad and it don't matter much.
Heard a fella say a poem once.
And he says, "All that lives is holy."
Well, I wouldn't pray just for an old man that's dead because he's all right.
If I was to pray, I'd pray for folks that's alive and don't know which way to turn.
Grandpa here he ain't got no more trouble like that.
He's got his job all cut out for him so cover him up and let him get to it.
Gosh, Connie sure sings pretty, don't he?
- That's my son-in-law.
- Sings real nice. What state you all from?
Oklahoma. Had us a farm there, sharecropping.
We're from Arkansas.
Had me a store there. Kind of a general notions store.
When the farms went, the stores went too.
I had as nice a little store as you ever saw.
I sure did hate to give it up.
Well, you can't tell.
I figure when we get out there and get work and maybe get us a piece of growing land near water, it might not be so bad at that.
That's right. Paying good wages, I hear.
- We can all get work.
- Can't be no worse than home.
You all must have a pot of money.
No, we ain't got no money but there's plenty of us to work and we're all good men.
Get good wages out there and put it all together, and we'll be all right. Good wages?
Picking oranges and peaches?
- Well, we aim to take whatever they got.
- What's so funny about that?
What's so funny about it?
I've just been out there.
I've been and seen it.
I'm going back and starve because I'd rather starve all over at once.
Say, what do you think you're talking about?
I got a handbill here says they're paying good wages.
And I seen in the papers they need pickers.
All right, go on. Nobody's stopping you.
- Yeah, but what about this?
- I ain't gonna rile you. Go on.
Wait a minute, buddy. You just done some jackassing. You can't shut up now.
It says they need 800 pickers. You laugh and say they don't. Which one's the liar?
- How many of you got them handbills? - I got one.
Come on, how many?
- I got one.
- We all got one.
- What does that prove?
- There you are. Same yellow handbill.
Eight hundred pickers wanted.
All right, the man wants 800 men.
So he prints 5,000 handbills and maybe 20,000 people see them.
And maybe 2- or 3,000 people start west on account of that handbill.
Two or 3,000 people that are crazy with worry heading out for 800 jobs.
Say, what are you, a troublemaker?
You sure you ain't one of them labor fakes?
I... I swear I ain't, mister.
Don't you go around here trying to stir up any trouble.
I tried to tell you folks what it took me a year to find out.
Took two kids dead. Took my wife dead to show me. But nobody could tell me neither.
I can't tell you about them little fellas laying in the tent with their bellies swelled out and just skin over their bones.
Shivering and whining like pups.
And me running around looking for work.
Not for money, not for wages.
Just for a cup of flour and a spoon of lard.
Then the coroner come.
"Them children died of heart failure," he said.
He put it down in his paper.
Heart failure?
And their little bellies stuck out like a pig bladder.
Well, it's late. I gotta get some sleep.
Well...
Good night, folks.
Suppose he's telling the truth, that fella?
He's telling the truth.
The truth for him.
He wasn't making it up.
Was it the truth for us?
I don't know.
I gotta get out, I tell you.
I gotta get out now.
- You folks aim to buy anything?
- We want some gas, mister.
- Got any money?
- What do you think, we're begging?
- I just asked, that's all.
- Well, ask right. You ain't talking to bums.
All in the world I done was ask.
- What kind of pie you got?
- Banana, pineapple, chocolate and apple.
Cut me a hunk of that banana cream and a cup of java.
- Make it two.
- Two it is.
Seen any good etchings lately, Bill?
Well, this one ain't bad. A little kid comes late for school and the teacher says...
Cheese it.
Could you see your way clear to sell us a loaf of bread, ma'am?
This ain't a grocery store. We got bread to make sandwiches with.
I know, ma'am. Only, it's for an old lady.
No teeth. Got to soften it with water so she can chew it, and she's hungry.
Why don't you buy a sandwich?
We got nice sandwiches.
Well, I sure would like to do that, ma'am, but the fact is, we ain't got but a dime for it.
It's all figured out, I mean for the trip.
You can't buy no loaf of bread for a dime. We only got 15-cent loaves.
- Give him the bread.
- We'll run out before the bread truck comes.
All right, then we run out!
This here's a 15-cent loaf.
Well, would you...? Could you see your way to cutting off 10 cents worth?
- Give him the loaf.
- No, sir. We wanna buy 10 cents worth.
Go on, it's yesterday's bread.
Go ahead. Bert says to take it.
Well, it may sound funny, being so tight, but we got 1,000 miles to go and we don't know if we'll make it.
Is them penny candies, ma'am?
- Which ones?
- There, them stripy ones.
Oh, them.
Well, no.
- Them's two for a penny.
- Give us two then, ma'am.
Go on, take them, take them.
Thank you, ma'am.
- Them ain't two-for-a-cent candy.
- What's it to you?
- Them's a-nickel-apiece candy. - We better get going.
We're dropping time.
- So long.
- Wait a minute, you got change coming.
What's it to you?
Bert.
Look.
Truck drivers.
- Where you going?
- California.
- How long you plan to be in Arizona?
- No longer than to get across.
- Got any plants?
- No, no plants.
- Okay, go ahead, but keep moving.
- We aim to.
Well, there she is, folks. The land of milk and honey.
California.
Well, if that's what we came out here for...
Well, Connie, maybe it's nice on the other side. Them picture postcards, they was real pretty.
There, Grandma. There's California.
Let's get going. She don't look so tough to me, John?
Well, I don't know.
Hold on.
- Ain't too cold, is she, Tom?
- No, it's fine when you get in, Pa.
Come on, John. Let's give her a whirl.
This is supposed to be good for you, John.
- Come on, Pa, before she floats away.
- Here we come.
- You people got a lot of nerve.
- What do you mean?
- Crossing the desert in a jalopy like this.
- You been across?
Sure, plenty. But never in no wreck like that.
If we break down, maybe somebody'd give us a hand.
Well, maybe, but I'd hate to be doing it. Takes more nerve than I got.
Don't take no nerve to do something, ain't nothing else you can do. Hope she holds.
Grandpa.
I want Grandpa.
I want Grandpa.
Don't you fret now.
There.
Don't you fret now, Grandma.
- Everybody set back there?
- Yeah.
Here we go.
Thank you very much.
- Holy Moses, what a hard-looking outfit.
- All them Okies is hard-looking.
Boy, but I'd hate to hit that desert in a jalopy like that.
You and me got sense. Them Okies got no sense and no feeling.
They ain't human. No human being would live the way they do.
A human being couldn't stand to be so miserable.
Just don't know any better, I guess.
What a place. How would you like to walk across it?
People done it. If they could, we could.
Lots must have died too.
Well, we ain't out of it yet.
- This here's the desert. We're right in it.
- I wish it was day.
Tom says if it was day, it'd cut the gizzard right out of you.
I seen a picture once and there was bones everywhere.
- Man bones?
- Some, I guess. But mostly cow bones.
I sure would like to see some of them man bones.
Grandpa. I want Grandpa.
Yes. Now, everything's going to be all right.
We got to get across, Grandma. The family's got to get across.
There.
Seems like we wasn't ever doing nothing but moving. I'm tired.
Women's always tired.
You ain't? You ain't sorry, are you, honey?
No, but...
But you seen that advertisement in the Spicy Western Story magazine.
Don't pay nothing. Just send them the coupon and you're a radio expert.
Nice, clean work.
But we can still do it, honey.
I ought to have done it then, not come on any trip like this.
- What's this here?
- Agricultural inspection.
We gotta go over your stuff. Got any vegetables or seed?
No.
We gotta look over your stuff. You gotta unload.
Unload?
Holy Moses.
You'll have to get out while we unload for inspection.
Look, mister, we've got a sick old lady. We gotta get her to a doctor. We can't wait.
Yeah? Well, we gotta look you over.
Well, I swear we ain't got anything. I swear it.
Grandma's awful sick.
Look.
You wasn't fooling.
- You swear you got no fruit or vegetables?
- No, I swear it.
Then go ahead. Get a doctor at Barstow. That's just eight miles.
But don't stop or get off. Understand? - Thank you.
- Okay, cap. Much obliged.
Thanks.
Ma! Grandma!
Look!
There she is.
There she is. I never knowed there was anything like her.
- Will you look at her?
- Look yonder, John.
Look how pretty and green it is, Winfield.
- Wonder if them's orange trees, John.
- Look like orange trees to me.
- They sure are pretty, whatever they are.
- Yes, indeed.
Look at them haystacks. I bet we sure could have fun playing over there.
Pretty, ain't it?
Mighty pretty. Tom.
Where's Ma?
I want Ma to see this. Look, Ma. Come here, Ma.
Come on.
- You sick, Ma?
- You say we got across?
Look.
Thank God.
And we're still together.
Most of us.
Didn't you sleep none?
- Was Grandma bad?
- Grandma's dead.
When?
- Since before they stopped us last night.
- That's why you didn't want them to look?
I was afraid they'd stop us and we wouldn't get across.
I told Grandma.
I told her when she was dying. I told her the family had to get across.
I told her we couldn't take no chance on being stopped.
So it's all right.
She'll get buried where it's nice and green and trees and flowers all around and...
She got to lay her head down in California after all.
How far you figure you gonna get that way, pushing?
Right here. We run out of gas.
Where's the best place to get work around here?
Don't matter what kind either.
If I've seen one of them things, I've seen 10,000 of them. - Why?
Ain't it no good?
- Not here. Not now.
There was some picking around here about a month ago, but it's all moved south.
- What part of Oklahoma you from, anyhow?
- Sallisaw.
Sallisaw?
Well, I come out from Cherokee County myself about two years ago.
- Cherokee County! Gee!
- Oh, boy!
- Connie's folks are from Cherokee County. - Well, you don't say!
All right, all right.
Let's don't go into it.
What I gotta tell you is this: Don't try to park in town tonight. Just go right on out to that camp.
If I catch you in town after dark, I gotta lock you up.
- But what are we gonna do?
- Well, Pop, that just ain't up to me.
The guy they ought to lock up is the guy that sent them things out.
How many, folks?
One.
Sure don't look none too prosperous.
- Wanna go somewhere else?
- On a gallon of gas?
Let's set up the tent and maybe I can fix some stew.
I could break up some brush if you want me, ma'am.
- You wanna be asked to eat, don't you?
- Yes, ma'am.
- Didn't you have no breakfast?
- No, ma'am. There ain't no work hereabouts.
Pa's been trying to sell some stuff to get gas, so as we can get along.
Didn't none of these have no breakfast? I did.
Me and my brother did. We ate good.
- Well, you ain't hungry then, are you?
- We ate good.
I'm glad some of you ain't hungry. There won't be enough to go all around.
He was bragging. Know what he done?
Last night, come out and say they got chicken to eat.
Well, I looked in whilst they was eating and it was fried dough, just like everybody else. Ma?
How about it?
Well, I don't know what to do. I've got to feed the family.
And what am I gonna do about all these here?
Give this to Ruthie.
There you are, John.
Here, Tom. You take it. I ain't hungry.
- What do you mean?
You ain't ate today.
- I know, but I got a stomachache.
I ain't hungry.
- Take that plate in the tent and you eat it.
- It wouldn't be no use. I'd still see them.
You get.
Go on now. Get.
You ain't doing no good. There ain't enough for youse anyway.
Go on now.
You can't send them away.
Here. Take your plates and go inside.
Now, look, all you little fellas. You each go and get you a nice flat stick and I'll put what's left for you?
Now get.
I don't know whether I'm doing right or not.
Get inside.
Get inside, everybody, and stay inside.
Lady's gonna feed us. Get yourself a tin can.
- Come on. Give me some. - You're taking too much.
You men wanna work?
Sure, we wanna work. Where's it at?
Tovaris County. Fruit's opening up. Need a lot of fruit pickers.
- You doing the hiring?
- Well, I'm contracting the land.
What you paying?
Well, can't tell exactly yet. About, 30 cents, I guess.
Why can't you tell?
You took the contract, didn't you?
That's true, but it's keyed to the price.
Might be a little more, might be a little less. All right, mister.
I'll go.
You just show us your license to contract, then you make out an order.
Where, and when and how much you're gonna pay. You sign it and we'll go.
Now, listen, smart guy. I'll run my business my own way.
I got work. If you wanna take it, okay. If not, just sit here, that's all.
Twice now I fell for that line.
Maybe he needs 1,000 men. So he gets 5,000 there and he'll pay 15 cents an hour.
You guys will have to take it because you'll be hungry.
If he wants to hire men, let him write it out and say what he's gonna pay.
Ask to see his license. He ain't allowed to contract men without a license.
Hey, Joe.
Agitator.
- Ever see this guy before?
- Seems like I have.
Seems like I seen him hanging around a used-car lot that was busted into.
Yep, that's the fella. Get in this car.
- You got nothing on him.
- Open your trap again and you'll go too.
You don't wanna listen to troublemakers. You better all pack and come to Tovaris County.
Come on, you.
Give me that gun. Now get out of here. Go down to the willows and wait.
- I ain't gonna run.
- Why, the sheriff, he seen you, Tom.
You wanna get fingerprinted?
You wanna be sent back for breaking parole?
I guess you're right.
Hide in the willows. If it's all right to come back I'll give you four high whistles.
- What's going on here?
- This man of yours he got tough so I hit him.
Then he started shooting. Hit that woman there, so I hit him again.
Well, what'd you do in the first place?
I talked back.
Is this the fella that hit you?
- Don't look like him.
- It was me, all right.
You just got smart with the wrong fella.
Get in that car.
This lady's bleeding to death.
Boy, what a mess them.45s make.
Better get the doc.
Al.
- You can come in now.
- We gotta get out of here.
Guy in the willows said them poolroom fellas figure on burning the camp out.
We gotta get the truck loaded. Ma.
Pa.
- What are you doing with the jack handle?
- She just got sassy, that's all.
Well, we'll fight it out later. We gotta hustle. Where's Connie?
Well, Tom, he's gone. He lit out this evening. Said he didn't know it was going to be like this.
Glad to get shot of him. - Never was no good, never will be.
- Pa, shh!
How come I got to shh?
Run out on us, didn't he?
Cut it out, Pa. Help Al with the truck.
Some of the fellas in town, they're gonna burn out the camp tonight.
Don't fret, honey. You'll be all right.
Tom, I just don't feel like nothing at all.
Without him, I just don't wanna live.
He'll be back. We'll leave word for him.
Just don't you worry.
Get on. Ma, you and Rosasharn climb up.
Ma.
Maybe... Maybe Connie gone to get some books to study up with.
He gonna be a radio expert, you know.
Maybe he figured to surprise us.
Maybe that's just what he done.
Ma, there comes a time when a man gets mad.
- You promised me...
- I know, Ma. I'm trying to.
If there was a law, maybe we could take it. But it ain't the law.
They're working on our spirits trying to make us cringe and crawl, working on our decency.
- You promised, Tom. - I know.
I'm trying to, Ma. Honest I am.
You gotta keep clear. The family's breaking up. You gotta keep clear.
What's that?
A detour?
- Tom! Tom!
Please! - Tom!
Just where do you think you're going?
Well...
We're strangers here, mister. We heard there was work in a place called Tovaris. Yeah?
You're heading the wrong way.
What's more, we don't want no more Okies in this town.
There ain't enough work here for them that's already here.
- Which way's it at, mister?
- You turn right around and head north.
And don't you come back until the cotton's ready. You understand?
Pa. Let's try that other tire.
- You got another flat tire, Tom?
- What?
Another one?
Pa, get that spare back there?
Ma, will you get the hell off there? This is gonna be heavy enough.
Tell you, something's got to happen soon.
We're down to our last day of grease and two days of flour and 10 potatoes.
And Rosasharn, we gotta remember she's gonna be due soon.
- Morning.
- Morning.
- You folks looking for work?
- We're looking under boards for work.
- Can you pick peaches?
- We can pick anything.
There's plenty of work about 40 miles up here, this side of Pixley.
You turn east on 32, look for the Keene ranch. Tell them Spencer sent you.
- Mister, we sure thank you. - Thank you.
Come on, Ma.
- What is it?
A wreck?
- Where do you think you're going?
A fella named Spencer sent us. Said there was work picking peaches.
- You wanna work?
- Sure do.
All right. Just pull up in line there.
- Okay for this one. Take them through.
- What's the matter?
What happened?
A little trouble up there, but you'll get through all right.
- Go ahead.
What do you think it is?
A washout?
I don't know what these cops have got to do with it, but I don't like it.
These are our own people too, all of them. I don't like this.
Get going. Stay in line.
Go ahead.
What are you gonna do, scab?
Go on.
Hurry up.
Come on, come on, come on.
Go on up there.
Up the street there.
Keep in line, up the street.
Hold it, bud.
- Wanna work?
- Sure, but what is this?
- None of your business. Name?
- Joad.
- How many men?
- Four.
- Women?
- Two.
- Kids?
- Two.
Can you all work?
- Sure, I guess so. - Okay.
House 63.
Wages, 5 cents a box. No bruised fruit. Move along.
You go to work right away.
Come on, honey.
- Name?
- Joad.
Say, what is all this here?
- Joad. Not here.
- License?
Oklahoma E-L-2-0-4.
Don't check.
Now, you look here. We don't want no trouble with you.
Just do your own work and mind your business, and you'll be all right.
Sure do wanna make you feel at home here, all right.
- We gonna live here, Ma?
- Why, sure.
This won't be so bad once we get her washed out.
I liked the tent better.
Why, this has got a floor.
It won't leak when it rains.
Here. This might come in handy.
- Name?
- Still Joad.
- How many? - Six.
You all go on.
Rosasharn and me will unload the truck.
- Any more of them hamburgers, Ma? - No, there ain't.
- You made a dollar.
That's a dollar's worth.
- Dollar's worth? That?
They charge extra at that company store and there ain't no other place.
Well, I ain't full.
Well, tomorrow you'll get in a full day's work and a full day's pay, and then we'll all have enough.
You wouldn't think just reaching up and picking would get you in the back.
Think I'll walk out and find out what all that fuss outside the gate was.
- Anybody come with me?
- No, I think I'll set a while, then go to bed.
Think I'll look around and see if I can't meet me a girl.
- Say, when I was your age... - Pa!
Working on me what all that yelling was about.
I'll be back in a little while.
Tom. Now, you be careful. Don't you go sticking your nose in anything.
Okay, Ma. Don't worry.
Where do you think you're going?
I thought I'd take a walk.
- Is there any law against that?
- You can just turn around and walk back.
- You mean I can't even get out of here? - Not tonight, you can't.
Do you wanna walk back?
Or shall I whistle up some help and have you taken back?
I'll walk back.
- Evening. - Who are you?
- Just going past, that's all.
- Know anybody around here? No.
Just going past, I tell you.
- Casy!
- Well, if it ain't Tom Joad. Hi, boy.
- I thought you was in jail.
- No. They just run me out of town.
Come on in. Tom Joad.
- This the fella you been talking about? - That's him.
What are you doing here?
Working, picking peaches.
I heard fellas shouting when we come in. I came to find out what's going on.
- What's it all about? - This here's a strike.
Well, 5 cents a box ain't much, but a fella can eat.
- Five cents?
They paying you 5 cents?
- Sure. We made a buck since midday.
Lookie, Tom. We come here to work.
They tell us it's gonna be 5 cents, but there's a whole lot of us.
So the man says 2 and a half cents.
A fella can't even eat on that and if he's got kids...
So we says we won't take it.
So they drive us off. Now they're paying you 5 cents.
But if they bust this strike, you think they'll pay 5?
Don't know. Paying 5 now.
They'll get 2 and a half cents just the minute we're gone.
You know what that is.
One ton of peaches, picked and carried for a dollar.
That way you can't even buy enough food to keep you alive.
Tell them to come out with us, Tom. Them peaches is ripe.
Two days out and they'll pay us all 5, maybe 7.
They won't. They're getting 5 now. That's all they care about.
But the moment they ain't strikebreaking, they won't get no 5.
Next thing you know you'll be out. They got it all fixed down to a tee.
Well, soon as the harvest is in, you're a migrant worker. Afterwards, just a bum.
Five they're getting now. That's all they're interested in.
I know exactly what Pa would say. He'd say it's none of his business.
That's right. He'll have to take a beating before he'll know.
Take a beating?
We was out of food.
Tonight we had meat. Not much, but we had it.
You think Pa's gonna give up his meat on account of some other fellas?
Rosasharn needs milk.
You think Ma's gonna starve that baby just on account of fellas yelling outside a gate?
Tom, you gotta learn like I'm learning.
I don't know what's right yet myself, but I'm trying to find out.
That's why I can't ever be a preacher again.
Preacher's gotta know.
I don't know.
I gotta ask.
- I don't like it.
- What's the matter?
I can't tell. Seems as though I hear something and when I listen, there ain't nothing to hear.
- It ain't out of the question, you know.
- We're all a little itchy.
Cops been telling us how they're gonna beat us up and run us out.
Not them regular deputies, but them tin-seal men. The ones they got for guards.
They figure I'm the leader because I talk so much.
Turn out the light. Come outside. There's something here.
- What is it?
- I don't know. Listen.
- Can't tell whether you hear it or not.
- You hear it, Tom? I hear it.
I think there's some guys coming this way, a lot of them.
- We gotta get out of here.
- Down that way, under the bridge span.
There he is!
The one in the middle, the skinny one. Chuck, Alec, get him!
You don't know what you're doing!
You're helping to starve kids.
- Shut up, you dirty...
- Casy!
- You've killed him!
- Serves him right too.
Look out!
He's dead. He's good and dead.
Did you see the fella that done it?
I ain't sure, but I caught him across the face, a trademark he won't get rid of in a hurry.
Ma? Tom!
Tom!
Pa, wake up. Al, get the light.
Come on.
- Anybody ask anything?
- No, ma'am.
- Well, you stay by that door. - Yes, ma'am.
Tommy?
How's it feel?
Busted my cheek, but I can still see.
- What'd you hear?
- Looks like you've done it.
I thought so. Felt like it.
Folks ain't talking about much else.
They say they got posses out.
Talking about a lynching when they catch the fella.
They killed Casy first.
That ain't the way they're telling it. They're saying you done it first.
Do they know what the fella looks like?
They know he got hit in the face.
I'm sorry, Ma.
I didn't know what I was doing any more than when you take a breath.
I didn't even know I was gonna do it.
It's all right, Tommy.
I wished you didn't do it but you done what you had to do and I can't read no fault in you.
I'm going away tonight. I can't go putting this on you folks.
Tom.
There's a whole lot I don't understand.
But going away ain't gonna ease us.
There was a time we was on the land.
There was a boundary to us then.
Old folks died off and little fellas come.
We was always one thing.
We was the family.
Kind of whole and clear.
But now we ain't clear no more.
There ain't nothing that keeps us clear.
Al, he's hankering and gibbeting to be off on his own.
Uncle John's just dragging around.
Your pa's lost his place. He ain't the head no more.
We're cracking up, Tom.
There ain't no family now.
And Rosasharn, she's gonna have her baby, but it won't have no family.
I been trying to keep her going, but...
And Winfield what's he gonna be this way?
Growing up wild. And Ruthie too.
Just like animals.
Got nothing to trust.
Don't go, Tom.
Stay and help.
Help me.
Okay, Ma. I shouldn't. I know I shouldn't, but okay.
Ma, here come a lot of people. - How many?
- Ten of us.
House 25. The number's on the door.
- Okay, mister. What you paying?
- Two and a half cents.
Two and a half?
Say, mister, a man can't make his dinner on that.
Take it or leave it. There are 200 men coming in from the South that'll be glad to get it.
- But how are we going to eat?
- Look.
I didn't set the price. If you want it, okay. If you don't, turn around and beat it.
- Which way to House 25?
- Straight up the street.
That Casy.
He might have been a preacher, but he seen things clear.
He was like a lantern.
He helped me to see things too.
Comes night, we'll get out of here.
Like a lantern.
- I'll start the car.
- Yes.
All right, Tom.
Jump up.
Jump up.
Just till we get distance. Then you can come out.
I'd hate to get trapped in here.
Get in, Ma.
- Hey!
Where you going? - We're going out.
- What for?
- We got a job offered. A good job.
- Yeah? - Yeah.
Well, let's take a look at you.
- Wasn't there another fella with you?
- You mean that hitchhiker?
- Little short fella with a pale face?
- I guess that's what he looked like.
We just picked him up on the way in.
- He left when the rate dropped.
- What did you say he looked like again?
Short fella, pale face.
Was he bruised about the face this morning?
I didn't see nothing.
Okay, go on.
- Going out for good?
- Yeah. Going north. Got a job.
Okay.
- You done good, Al. You done real good.
- Know where we're going?
It don't matter. We gotta go and keep going till we get plenty of distance away from here.
She's... She's hotter than a heifer.
The fan belt's shot.
Sure picked a nice place for it too, didn't she?
- Got any gas?
- About half a gallon.
Well, Ma, sure looks like we done her this time.
Lights up ahead. That might be a camp or something.
Looks like about a mile. Reckon she'll coast her, Al?
- Got to coast it.
- Well, let's give her a whirl?
Come on, kids. Get in.
Did you hurt yourself, John?
No.
- You hit it too fast. - What's the idea of that?
Well, you see, a lot of children play in here.
You can tell people to drive slow and they're liable to forget but once they hit that hump, they don't forget.
- Got any room here for us?
- You're lucky.
How do you do, ma'am?
How are you?
How are you?
Down that line, turn to the left. You'll see it. You'll be in Number 4 sanitary unit.
- What's that?
- Toilet, showers, washtubs.
You mean we'll have washtubs with running water?
Yes, ma'am. Ha.
Camp committee will call on you in the morning, get you fixed.
- Cops?
- No. No cops.
No, people here elect their own cops. The ladies' committee'll call on you, ma'am.
Tell you about the children, the schools and sanitary unit and who takes care of them.
Will you come inside and sign up?
Drive her on down, Al. I'll sign up.
Right this way. In here.
Now, I don't wanna seem inquisitive, you understand but there's certain information I have to have.
What's your name?
Joad. Tom Joad.
- J-O...
- A-D.
And how many of you?
Eight now.
- Uncle John, you don't look so good.
- I ain't so good, but I'm coming.
Come on.
Campsite costs a dollar a week.
You can work that out carrying garbage, keeping the camp clean, things like that.
We'll work it out.
What's the committee you're talking about?
We have five sanitary units. Each one elects a central committee man.
They make the laws and what they say goes.
You aiming to tell me the fellas running the camp are just fellas camping here?
- That's the way it is.
- And you say no cops?
No cop can come in here without a warrant.
I can't hardly believe it.
Camp I was in before, they burnt it out. Deputies and some of them poolroom fellas.
They don't get in here. Sometimes the boys patrol the fences.
- Especially on dance nights.
- You got dances too?
We have the best dances in the county, every Saturday night.
- Who runs this place? - The government.
- Why ain't there more like it?
- You find out. I can't.
Is there anything like work around here?
I can't promise you that but there'll be a licensed agent here later if you wanna talk to him.
That cut you have? - Crate fell on me.
- You'd better take care of it.
Store manager will give you something for it. See you later.
Ma's sure gonna like it here.
She ain't been treated decent for a long while.
See you later.
- Winfield. I got something to show you. - What's the matter?
It's some white things made out of dish stuff, like in the catalogs.
Come on. Ain't nobody gonna say anything.
There's where you wash your hands.
- What's these?
- I reckon you stand in them little rooms.
And water comes down out of that little jigger up there. You take a bath. - Look.
Just like in the catalogs. - Hey!
Don't you go monkeying!
Now you done it! You busted it!
All I done was pull that string.
- Hi, Mr. Thomas. - Morning.
- How are you?
- Morning.
Nice job.
Listen here. Maybe I'm gonna talk myself out of my farm, but I like you fellas.
You're good workers so I'm gonna tell you.
- You live over in the government camp?
- Yes, sir.
You have dances there every Saturday night. We sure do.
- Well, look out next Saturday night.
- What's the matter?
I'm head to the central committee. I gotta know.
Well, don't tell I told you.
Listen.
"Citizens angered at red agitators burning other squatters' camps and order agitators to leave the county."
Listen. What is these reds anyway?
Every time you turn around, somebody's calling somebody else a red.
What is these reds anyway? I ain't talking about that, one way or the other.
All I'm saying is there's going to be a fight at the camp Saturday night and there'll be deputies ready to go in.
Now go on with your work.
Maybe I've talked myself into trouble, but you're folks like us and I like you.
We won't tell who told. Thank you.
- All right.
- There ain't gonna be no fight either.
- Evening. Who'd you say invited you?
- Mr. And Mrs. Brown.
Go right on in, folks. Go right on in. Hello, there.
Hi, Mrs. Jennings. How are you? Glad to see you.
- Hello.
- Hello.
- Going to the dance tonight?
I can waltz.
- That's nothing. Anybody can waltz.
- Not like me, they can't. - You get going!
This girl's spoke for.
She's gonna be married and her man's coming for her. So get!
Hi, Bill. Nice-looking girl you got there.
- Howdy, Mr. Thomas. Howdy, Mrs. Thomas.
- Watching out, ain't you?
There ain't gonna be no trouble.
I hope you know what you're talking about. Evening, boys.
Who did you say invited you?
Fella named Jackson. Buck Jackson.
- Okay. Have a good time.
- Thanks.
- Them's our fellas. - How do you know?
Well just got a feeling.
They're kind of scared too. Follow them.
Get hold of Jackson, see if he knows them. I'll stay here.
- Hello. I...
- Hello.
So long.
How do you do, Mrs. Joad? How do you do?
My, you sure look pretty.
- Please to dance, ma'am?
- Thank you kindly, but she ain't well.
- Sort of poorly. - Well, thank you just the same.
Howdy do.
Hey, Jackson. Look.
Did you ever see them fellas before?
Sorry, neighbor, but we got to keep the camp clean.
I know one of them. Used to work with him. I never asked him to the dance though.
All right. Keep your eye on them. Just keep them in sight, that's all.
I seen them. A car with five men parked down by the eucalyptus trees.
And another with four men on the main road. And they got guns, I seen them.
Thank you, Willy. You done right good. You can run along and dance now.
Well, sure looks like the fat's in the fire this time.
What them deputies wanna hurt the camp for?
How come they can't let us alone?
- We ought to get some pickax handles...
- No. That's just what they want. No, sirree.
If they can get a fight going they can call in the cops, say we ain't orderly. - They're here.
We got them spotted.
- Got everything ready?
- There ain't gonna be trouble.
- I don't want you hurting them. Don't worry.
Everything's arranged. Maybe nobody will even see it.
Well, just don't use no sticks or no knives or no piece of iron.
If you gotta sock them, sock them where they ain't gonna bleed.
Gentlemen, hats off, please. Thank you.
- She's getting prettier every day, Ma.
- Girl with a baby's always prettier.
- Come on, Ma, let's dance.
- Oh, Tom.
Well, all right.
Tom, stop.
Nine-twenty-nine. Let's go!
All right, 9:30. Here we go.
- All right. I'll dance with her. - You and who else?
Excuse me, Ma.
Open up!
We're here about a riot! - Riot?
I don't see any riot.
Who are you?
- Deputy sheriffs.
- Have you got a warrant?
- We don't need a warrant when there's a riot.
I don't know what you're gonna do about it. I don't hear or see any riot.
What's more, I don't believe there is any riot. Look for yourself.
All right, let's go.
Oklahoma. E-L-2-0-4.
You have no right to arrest anybody without a warrant.
We'll have a warrant just as soon as we check with headquarters.
Tommy.
Ain't you gonna tell me goodbye?
I didn't know, Ma.
I didn't know if I ought to.
- Ma...
- Hush, Ruthie.
Come outside.
There was some cops here tonight. They was taking down license numbers.
I guess somebody knows something.
I guess it had to come sooner or later.
Sit down for a minute.
I'd like to stay, Ma.
I'd like to be with you and see your face when you and Pa get settled in some nice place.
I'd sure like to see you then.
But I won't never get that chance, I guess, now. - I could hide you, Tommy.
- I know you would, but I ain't gonna let you.
You hide somebody that's killed a guy and you're in trouble too.
All right, Tommy.
But what do you figure you're gonna do?
You know what I've been thinking about?
About Casy.
About what he said what he done about how he died.
And I remember all of it.
He was a good man.
I've been thinking about us too.
About our people living like pigs and good, rich land laying fallow.
Or maybe one guy with a million acres and 100,000 farmers starving.
And I've been wondering if all our folks got together and yelled...
They'd drive you out and cut you down just like they done to Casy.
They're gonna drive me anyways.
Sooner or later they'd get me, for one thing if not for another.
Until then...
Tommy.
- You're not aiming to kill nobody? - No, Ma.
Not that. That ain't it.
It's just...
Well, as long as I'm an outlaw anyways, maybe I can do something.
Maybe I can just find out something.
Just scrounge around and maybe find out what it is that's wrong.
Then see if there ain't something that can be done about it.
I ain't thought it all out clear, Ma. I... I can't.
I don't know enough.
How am I gonna know about you, Tommy?
Why, they could kill you and I'd never know. They could hurt you. How am I gonna know?
Well, maybe it's like Casy says.
Fella ain't got a soul of his own, just a little piece of a big soul.
The one big soul that belongs to everybody.
Then...
- Then what, Tom?
- Then it don't matter.
I'll be all around in the dark.
I'll be everywhere wherever you can look.
Wherever there's a fight so hungry people can eat, I'll be there.
Wherever there's a cop beating up a guy, I'll be there.
I'll be in the way guys yell when they're mad.
I'll be in the way kids laugh when they're hungry and they know supper's ready.
And when the people are eating the stuff they raise and living in the houses they build I'll be there too.
I don't understand it, Tom.
Me neither, Ma, but it's just something I've been thinking about.
Give me your hand, Ma.
Goodbye.
Goodbye, Tommy.
Later, when this is blowed over you'll come back?
Sure, Ma.
Tom, we ain't the kissing kind, but...
Goodbye, Ma.
Goodbye, Tommy.
Tommy.
Goodbye.
Turn that up, Al, and get her rolled up.
- How you fixed, John?
- Getting along.
Here.
Winfield, get on top, out of the way.
I don't see what you folks are hurrying so for. They tell me there's 20 days' work up there.
Yes, sir, and we aim to get in all 20 of them.
- All ready, Ma? - Yes.
How you feeling, Rosasharn?
All aboard, everybody. All aboard for Fresno.
Wait a minute. I'll give you a hand.
- Careful of her, now.
- Easy, child.
She'll be all right.
- Watch her, John.
- I'll take care of her.
- How are you fixed, Al?
- All right, Pa.
Now, Ma...
- Bye-bye.
- Goodbye.
- Thanks a lot. Goodbye. - Goodbye.
Thanks, Mr. Conway.
- Bye. - Be careful.
Goodbye.
Twenty days' work. Oh, boy!
I'll be glad to get my hands on some cotton. That's the kind of picking I understand.
Maybe. Maybe 20 days' work and maybe no days' work.
- We ain't got it till we get it.
- What's the matter, Ma?
Getting scared?
Scared. Ha!
I ain't never gonna be scared no more.
I was though. For a while, it looked as though we was beat. Good and beat.
Looked like we didn't have nobody in the whole wide world but enemies.
Like nobody was friendly no more.
Made me feel kind of bad and scared too.
Like we was lost and nobody cared.
You're the one that keeps us going, Ma.
I ain't no good no more and I know it.
Seems like I spend all my time these days thinking how it used to be.
Thinking of home.
I ain't never gonna see it no more.
Well, Pa, a woman can change better than a man.
A man lives sort of, well, in jerks.
Baby's born or somebody dies, and that's a jerk.
He gets a farm or loses it, and that's a jerk.
With a woman, it's all in one flow like a stream.
Little eddies and waterfalls, but the river, it goes right on.
A woman looks at it that way.
Maybe, but we're sure taking a beating.
I know.
That's what makes us tough.
Rich fellas come up and they die and their kids ain't no good, and they die out.
But we keep coming. We're the people that live.
They can't wipe us out. They can't lick us.
We'll go on forever, Pa, because we're the people.
At the end of the World War Tomainia weakened.
Revolution had broken out, her diplomats sued for peace while Tomainia's army fought on, confident its war machine would smash the enemy's lines.
Big Bertha, able to fire 100 miles, was to make its appearance on the Western Front, and strike terror into the enemy.
75 miles away was her target: The cathedral of Notre-Dame.
Range: 95,452.
Stand clear!
Fire!
Stand by your trigger!
Range correction: 95,455.
Breach secured.
Stand clear.
Ready...
Fire!
Defective shell.
We'll examine it.
Check the fuse.
Yes, the fuse.
Look out!
Run!
What's that?
- Air raid. - After Big Bertha.
The anti-aircraft gun!
To the gun!
Have you gone crazy?
Come down!
What do you think you're doing?
Have you gone crazy?
Sir, the enemy have broken through. Every man to the front.
Muster the gun crew!
Get your hand grenades, soldiers.
Where's your hand grenade?
Give him one.
Keep moving.
Come along, hurry up!
Pardon me, but to work this...
Pull the pin, count to ten and throw it!
Let them have it!
This is no time to scratch.
Pull yourself together.
Take this.
Forward!
Fall in!
Hey you, come on!
Order arms!
Prepare to attack.
Forward!
There you are.
The enemy! Come on, let's get him!
May I come in, sir?
- Who is it?
- Friend.
- What division?
- 21st artillery, sir.
Take this and keep firing. I'll be back.
Comrade!
Help!
What is it?
I'm exhausted. Quick, help me to my plane.
Thank you.
I'll see you get the Tomainian Cross for this.
Only too willing to oblige, sir.
You saved my life.
Thank you.
I'll strap you in.
I can't make it alone. You'll have to stay with me.
Can you fly?
I can try.
Lift my hand to the stick. I haven't the strength.
Take charge of that gun!
The enemy! Quick, lift my hand to the throttle.
We'll fool 'em!
Hold on to these dispatches.
If we get them to General Schmelloffel,
Tomainia may yet win.
I'm going to faint.
Don't say that.
Sorry.
Where am I?
Don't you know me?
Yes, I feel better now.
The blood's returning to my head.
What's below?
The sun?
Shining upwards.
Strange.
How's the gas?
Kept me awake all night.
No, the gasoline in the tank!
Almost empty.
We must be nearly there. What time is it?
Approximately one minute to twelve.
Strange.
We seem to be defying the laws of gravity.
Water.
Quick, I'm going to faint.
Wait a while.
We'll get into trouble if you faint any more.
Just hold it.
I think I...
Now...
Take it!
Something's wrong.
I can't reach it.
It's all gone.
What's the matter?
Belt too tight.
Loosen it.
I'm trying to!
We're upside down.
I know it!
The stick!
Impossible.
There it goes.
We're out of gas.
Well, I suppose this is the end. Cigarette?
Not now!
I shan't need this any more.
What month is it?
April.
Spring in Tomainia.
Hilda will be in the garden, tending the daffodils.
How she loves daffodils!
She'd never cut them for fear of hurting them.
It was like taking a life to cut a daffodil.
Sweet, gentle Hilda.
A beautiful soul.
She loved animals, and little children, too.
We've landed!
Dispatches!
Comrade, where are you?
The dispatches...
Where are they?
- Are you hurt?
- Take me to General Schmelloffel.
If we don't deliver these, we're defeated.
- The war's over. - What?
We lost.
Hynkel takes power.
The Jewish soldier suffered a loss of memory and remained in hospital for years, ignorant of the change in Tomainia.
Hynkel ruled the nation with an iron fist.
Under the double-cross emblem liberty was banished.
Only the voice of Hynkel was heard.
Adenoid Hynkel said,
"Tomainia was down but today has risen. "
"Democracy is fragrant. "
"Liberty is odious. "
"Freedom of speech is objectionable. "
"Tomainia has the greatest army. "
"The greatest navy. "
"But to remain great we must sacrifice. "
"We must tighten our belts. "
He now speaks to Field Marshal Herring, Minister of War.
Now Herr Garbitsch, Minister of the Interior.
He remembers his early struggles, shared by his two loyal comrades.
A reference to the Jewish people.
The Phooey remarks that for the world he has peace in his heart.
We now pause for station identification.
This is the Pari-Mutual network, bringing you
Hynkel's address to the children of the double-cross.
The interpreter is Hynkel's personal translator, reading from a prepared manuscript.
Stand by for further commentary. Go ahead, Tomainia.
His Excellency is about to descend the stairs.
Your Excellency, are you hurt?
Ride in the other car.
His Excellency seems pleased as he is greeted by Tomainian children.
He pauses before a woman with a child.
Camera!
Even the baby is thrilled and seems all smiles at the attention.
His Excellency leaves the scene and will return along Hynkelstrasse, where he'll pass Tomainia's modern masterpieces:
The Venus of Today and the Thinker of Tomorrow.
- How was it?
- The speech?
Very good.
Your reference to the Jews might have been more violent.
What?
To arouse the people's anger.
Violence against the Jews might make the people forget their stomach.
You're right.
Things have been quiet in the ghetto lately.
Good morning, Mr Jaeckel.
What's good about it?
Conditions could be worse.
If you think so, you have a great imagination.
You heard Hynkel's speech.
I heard nothing. I've got my own troubles.
You're better off than a lot of people.
What about the barber?
Still in hospital.
He's been there since the war.
Why not rent his barbershop for him?
He won't let me.
Every few weeks he writes to say he's coming back.
A pity it should be idle all these years.
Why worry?
The government will soon take it from him.
Perhaps you're right. Not such a good morning after all.
Now you said it.
Hannah.
On the mantelpiece is my tobacco pouch. Will you get it?
Everyone is full of troubles.
Yeah, everyone. Look at Hannah, poor girl.
A hard worker, can't get a job.
Father was killed in the war, mother died last year.
Can't earn enough to pay her rent.
What can I do?
I can't throw her out.
You need some more.
- Where are you going?
- Mrs Shoemaker's laundry.
You'd better take the key. Mrs Jaeckel and I are going out.
I'm locking up in case the storm troopers start their monkey business again.
Aryan!
We're Aryans!
And we go marching by!
Look, fellows! Tomatoes and potatoes.
I'll take a box home.
Hey, the lorry.
Hold it there, will you?
You have no right!
Just charge it to my account!
Nice ripe tomatoes.
Why don't some of you do something?
If I were a man I'd show you.
What would you do, pretty?
Not one of you has the guts to stand up alone and fight!
Is the lorry in case someone hits back?
Shut up!
Come and take me. You'll get medals for it.
You pick on women and rob defenceless people.
Don't rob the poor girl, boys. Give her back her tomatoes.
I'll have to do it again.
Pigs!
- Patient 33! - Yes, sir.
An interesting case:
Amnesia.
Jewish soldier. Been here since the war.
He thinks it's only been weeks.
Does he knows what's happened?
His one interest seems to be in his barbershop, which he believes he left a few weeks ago.
He'll have many surprises.
I'm afraid so.
- Yes?
- Number 33 is gone.
He was to be examined.
But he's disappeared.
Disappeared?
Let him go. It isn't a serious case.
There's little we can do for him.
Come on, get out of here!
What are you doing?
I don't know.
Leave that alone.
- Don't be silly. - I'm not silly!
I appreciate that.
When you talk to me, "Hail Hynkel"!
Who are you?
I'll show you who I am! Come down to headquarters!
That's my shop.
I don't care if it is or not.
Going to put up a fight, are you?
Come to headquarters.
Let me tell you something.
Policeman?
Arrest that man for assault.
- Come here, you! - Leave me alone.
Attacking a storm trooper!
You'll hear from my lawyer.
He bit my finger!
Sorry, I didn't mean to hit you.
I enjoyed that.
But you'd better beat it.
- I'll call a policeman. - No!
- Why not?
- Are you crazy?
More are coming!
- More what?
- Wait!
Come in here.
What's wrong with you?
Don't be foolhardy.
What's this?
Who hit you?
I think it was a gang.
You'd better get fixed up. We'll investigate later.
What time is it?
All right, they've gone.
Thanks, mister. That did me a lot of good.
You've sure got some nerve.
We should all fight back.
We can't fight alone, but we can lick 'em together.
We didn't do so bad.
You're the barber, who was in hospital!
Mr Jaeckel has talked about you.
We didn't think you'd come back.
The storm troopers will be after you.
You'd better hide. I'll get the key to the cellar.
- Is this the man?
- That's him.
Hail Hynkel!
Who's he?
Don't fool with me.
Hail Hynkel!
Your hands.
Just a moment.
Not here. Bring him outside.
First you'll finish this. Here.
Go on, paint that!
Wait a minute, boys. I've got a bright idea.
Commander Schultz!
First in command.
Second in command.
Oh, never mind.
You!
Who told you to hang people from lampposts?
What was the trouble?
A Jew attacking storm troopers.
- Where is he?
- There.
Break ranks.
So there you are.
Stand him up.
Get up.
You?
Don't you remember me?
- You saved my life. - Me?
Strange.
And I always thought of you as an Aryan.
I'm a vegetarian.
Don't you remember?
We got away in my plane.
Plane?
Then we crashed.
Now I remember.
Well, how are you?
What's my friend done?
He resisted my men painting his windows.
Any brave man would resist.
I'm sorry for this.
No harm.
In future you will not be molested again.
If you or your friends ever need help...
Who did that?
One of my friends.
Hynkel's palace was the centre of the world's greatest war machine.
Behind it was the dynamic Adenoid Hynkel, whose genius ran the nation, whose ceaseless activity kept him occupied every moment of the day.
Marshal Herring is waiting.
Enough!
I believe we've got something now.
A bulletproof uniform. The material is as light as silk.
Where?
I've arranged for a demonstration. It will only take two minutes.
I can spare one.
Professor Herr Kibitzen.
Actions speak louder than words. A bulletproof uniform.
One hundred percent perfect.
Shoot!
Far from perfect.
- Where's my secretary?
- In the outer office.
Call her.
Take a letter.
Herring here in the tower room. We've got something marvellous.
I shall be up.
A parachute. The most compact in the world.
Worn like a hat.
It will open in 25 feet.
Demonstrate, professor.
Herring, why do you waste my time like this?
Send Garbitsch here.
Herr Garbitsch is waiting.
Enough!
What's the meaning of this?
25 million for prison camps?
We need to manufacture munitions.
- We've made a few arrests. - How many?
Five or ten thousand... a day.
- A day?
- Just a few dissenters.
Dissenting about?
Working hours, wage cuts, the synthetic food, the quality of the sawdust in the bread.
What more do they want?
It's from the finest lumber!
Nevertheless, the people are overworked. They need diversion.
The people, bah!
We might go further with the Jews. Burn some of their houses.
An assault on the ghetto.
Something more dramatic. When can we be ready to invade Osterlich?
Three months.
I can't wait. Napaloni's army might invade first.
We must strike now.
We'll require foreign capital.
Borrow it!
The bankers have refused.
One man might make us a loan:
Epstein.
- Epstein?
He's a Jew, isn't he?
- Yes.
Well, let's be big about it. We'll borrow from Epstein.
It might be difficult in view of our policy towards his people.
Then we'll change our policy.
Tell Schultz all persecution of the Jews must cease.
At least till we've negotiated this loan.
I don't understand it. The whole ghetto is so quiet.
You can't imagine what was going on.
This Hynkel business.
You weren't here, you were in the hospital, unconscious.
You don't appreciate what a good time you were having.
If things get worse we can go to Osterlich.
That's still free.
Sooner or later we'll have to go.
Anyway, it's nice to see you back.
It's like the old days again, eh?
How's business?
Very slow.
The men are in concentration camp.
You should fix up the women.
The beauty parlour business.
Know anything about it?
You can learn. You can practise on Hannah.
Hannah, get in that chair, we'll make you look beautiful.
What for?
He's going to practise on you.
Not with mud on my face?
No, we'll take some off.
Make me look beautiful?
Sure. He can't make you look any worse!
Mrs Shoemaker's laundry!
I'll give it to her. You sit here and enjoy yourself.
I know. I've seen you making eyes.
Don't pay any attention to him.
I like your shop since it's fixed up.
I wish I had a business like this. There's no future in housework.
Maybe if I save my money I can have a barbershop some day.
But I can never save. Money slips through my fingers.
I've always lived up to every penny I've earned.
Why shouldn't I?
You're here today and gone tomorrow.
Do you believe in God?
I do.
But if there wasn't one, would you live any different?
I wouldn't.
Life could be wonderful if people'd leave you alone.
Things are looking brighter now.
Maybe because of you saving Schultz.
Funny how they've left us alone.
Too good to be true.
Do you ever daydream?
I do.
That's the only time I'm really happy:
Dreaming.
Sometimes I get so carried away I don't know what I'm doing.
Aren't you like that?
We're very much alike.
- Both absent-minded. - You think so?
I like absent-minded people.
Like the man who put his watch in boiling water and held the egg!
All great men are absent-minded. It's a sign you're smart.
My folks didn't think so.
You have an excuse. You were injured in the war.
I was born that way.
I wonder why women never grow whiskers.
Isn't that foolish of me?
I could kick myself in the shins, I could...
I'll give you a shampoo.
Ain't I cute?
How did you do it?
You should try it on yourself.
Fixed up, you'd look handsome.
Four pecks a pound, new potatoes!
The potato man!
I have to go.
Take it easy there.
Did you hurt yourself?
- Careful next time. - Here's another one.
How do you do?
Something's happened. The storm troopers helped me up.
How wonderful if they stopped hating us, if they let us go about our business like we used to.
How wonderful if we didn't have to go to another country.
I don't want to go.
With all the persecution, I still love it here.
Perhaps we don't have to go.
Wouldn't it be wonderful if they'd let us live and be happy again?
Full stop.
Nothing works! Not even a sharp pencil.
I'm surrounded by incompetent, stupid, sterile stenographers.
I'll get you a pen.
Don't bother!
I won't send it.
Get out, get out!
We've just discovered the most wonderful poison gas.
It will kill everybody...
All right.
Later.
B76 to see Herr Herring.
A lady. My secret agent.
Your secret agent?
Tell her to come here.
Have B76 come right in.
Any news from Epstein?
Our agent reports that all the board of directors are Aryans.
- The loan's bound to go through. - Good. A strike at the arms factory.
- The leader?
- Five of them.
- Have them shot. - They were.
How many were going to strike?
Three thousand of them.
Have them all shot. I don't want dissatisfied workers.
These men are skilled craftsmen.
Let's train others first, then shoot them!
Cannot afford to be lenient.
The rhythm of production will be affected.
Rhythm... All right, have your rhythm.
Spare the strikers and permit them to return to work.
But mark them for future reference.
That's my department. I'll attend to that.
This way.
The strike leaders are all brunettes.
Not one blond.
Troublemakers! Worse than Jews.
- Then wipe them out! - Doucement.
We'll get rid of the Jews first, then concentrate on the brunettes.
We shall never have peace till we have a pure Aryan race.
How wonderful!
Tomainia, a nation of blue-eyed blonds.
Why not a blond Europe, Asia, America?
- And a brunette dictator. - Of the world!
Why not?
"Aut Caesar aut nullus. " The world's effete, worn out, afraid.
No nation would dare oppose you.
Dictator of the World!
It's your destiny.
We'll kill off the Jews, wipe out the brunettes, then will come forth a pure Aryan race.
Beautiful blond Aryans.
They will love you, they will worship you as a god.
No, you mustn't say it.
You make me afraid of myself.
Dictator of the World!
We'll invade Osterlich first. After that we can bluff.
The nations will capitulate.
The world will be under your thumb.
Leave me!
I want to be alone.
Aut Caesar aut nullus.
Emperor of the World!
My world.
The happy hour programme.
Work with the rhythm of music.
Our next selection:
Brahms' Hungarian Dance number five.
Fifteen cents, please.
Happy hour signing off.
At six, Adenoid Hynkel will address the children of the double-cross.
It seems like the old days again.
How long is it going to last?
In the papers it's rumoured that Hynkel's going to give the Jews back their rights.
Maybe.
What do you want?
Business is much better. Nobody interferes with us any more.
Doesn't that make you feel good?
The trouble, Mr Jaeckel, is you're so used to bad times, you're unhappy without them.
Get my Sunday shoes. They're on the windowsill.
I can't find the shawl.
I've got a shawl.
What's going on?
They're dressing Hannah up to go out.
Is that so?
She's got a beau.
- Who is it?
- The barber.
Now, turn around.
- My dear!
Those hands! - What's the matter with them?
Those calluses.
They're so rough.
Maybe I better not go.
Don't be foolish. He knows you do housework.
Wait!
I'll get a pair of mittens.
See if he's ready.
Not yet. He's polishing a bald man's head.
Bad news.
The invasion of Osterlich will have to be delayed.
- What?
- Epstein refuses to lend the money.
Epstein refuses, eh?
Send for Schultz.
Epstein refuses.
What did he say?
He complained of the persecution and said he wouldn't have any dealings with a mediaeval maniac.
He'll deal with a mediaeval maniac more than he thinks!
First I shall deal with his people.
- Your Excellency?
- Call out the storm troopers.
A little mediaeval entertainment in the ghetto!
At such a time I think it ill-advised.
Such demonstrations demoralise the country.
Indeed?
Since when do you care about the ghetto?
I speak in the interests of our party and the cause of humanity.
You need a holiday.
Fresh air.
A little outdoor exercise.
I'll send you to a concentration camp.
Place Schultz under arrest.
Very well, but remember my words.
Your cause is doomed to failure because it is built on the stupid persecution of innocent people.
Your policy is worse than a crime. It's a tragic blunder.
Traitor!
Traitor!
You're a double-dyed democrat!
Schultz, why have you forsaken me?
Excellency, here are the notes for your speech.
I'll not need them.
What I say will not be directed to the children of the double-cross but to the children of Israel!
That Hynkel isn't such a bad fellow after all.
Most amusing.
Get a Hynkel badge! A Hynkel badge!
A fine photo on each!
- We'd better go home. - Yeah.
Let's hurry.
Wait a minute.
What's that?
Turn off the radio.
The storm troopers!
- Bar that door! - Get some water!
Get the women and children upstairs. Lock all the doors.
You men, stay right here.
We've got to make a stand.
We might as well die as live like this.
Wait a minute. We have a social call to make here.
Wait a minute!
Schultz gave strict orders not to molest anyone in this court.
These Jews attacked us.
I don't care.
Orders were to keep out.
You saw that!
I can't help it.
Schultz's orders.
Let's get going.
Orders or not, I'm going to get that girl.
Out!
Schultz arrested!
Hear that?
He's arrested Commander Schultz.
- A Jew corrupted our commander. - Let's kill the louse!
Schultz is accused of treason, and you know why.
Schultz was a friend of that barber.
Let's get the barber! We want the barber!
It's the storm troopers!
- Get on the roof. - No.
- They'll kill you! - I'll fight.
Don't be a fool, you'll be murdered. Get on the roof.
All right, here we are. Smash in the door!
Come on, we'll give the barber a haircut!
Where are the bombs?
There goes the barbershop!
Never mind.
We can start again.
We can go to Osterlich. That's still free.
Mr Jaeckel says it's beautiful.
Wonderful green fields, and they grow apples and grapes.
His brother's got a vineyard.
Mr Jaeckel said he'd take me with him.
Now we can all go together.
It'll be wonderful living in the country, much better than a smoky old city.
And if we work hard and don't eat much, we can save money and buy a chicken farm.
There's money to be made in chickens.
Look at that star!
Isn't it beautiful!
Hynkel with all his power can never touch that.
All right, the coast is clear.
Commander Schultz escaped. He's hiding in my cellar.
He's holding a meeting at midnight and he wants you to be there.
Hannah, you come and help Mrs Jaeckel with the supper.
All right, I'll be down.
I don't understand it. This crazy midnight supper...
What does this Schultz want of us?
- He wants us to blow up the palace. - What?
We Jewish people shouldn't get mixed up in such a business.
I know it but Schultz has them all hypnotised.
- I knew he was up to some mischief. - Sure he is.
I found him putting a coin in one of your puddings.
Don't worry, I've fixed everything. Wait and see.
Gentlemen, may I claim your indulgence for a moment?
We are here tonight to rid the country of a tyrant.
In order to carry this out one of us must die.
In ancient times the Aryan tribe of the Langobardians made human sacrifice to the god Thor.
At a feast by lottery the victim was chosen.
Tonight, at this feast, one of you will be chosen.
Each man will receive a pudding.
Concealed in one of these is a coin.
Whoever gets it must give up his life but he will join the long line of history's noble martyrs and will rid his country of a tyrant.
I know that it is the wish of all of us to be chosen this night to die for Tomainia.
Much as I should like to participate in this ordeal, I cannot...
Why?
Don't you understand?
He's too well known.
It must be somebody like us.
I can't see it like that.
It is a question of my honour. It is very embarrassing.
Commander Schultz, I apologise for my friend.
Let me say, on behalf of myself and the others, that we consider it a great privilege to die for our country.
Very well, then.
Gentlemen, I shall now retire until fate has chosen the liberator.
Until then...
Hail Hynk...
What am I saying?
Gentlemen, we have pledged our honour.
Proceed!
Gentlemen, the coin is here!
What's the meaning of this?
Somebody made a fool of us.
- I did. - What?
I put a coin in every pudding.
Blowing up palaces and wanting to kill people!
We're in enough trouble!
Hannah's right. We've all been foolish.
Our place is at home, looking after our own affairs.
The papers say Schultz may be in the ghetto.
Here, read it for yourself.
Hannah, read that.
"Mystery surrounds the disappearance of ex-Commander Schultz. "
"At police HQ it was believed he may be hiding in the ghetto. "
"A certain Jewish barber, reported to be a friend of Schultz, is wanted for questioning. "
Me?
Only for questioning. Not too serious.
Meyerberg was only wanted for questioning. We never saw him again.
- Who is it?
- It's me, Mr Mann.
Did you hear what they're saying about Schultz hiding in the ghetto?
I know, I know.
Don't you think it's serious if they find him in the house?
Don't you realise there are spies everywhere!
Spies?
What's the matter?
He's wanted for questioning.
Where's the Commander?
In the next room.
If Commander Schultz is found in this house, we'll all go to a concentration camp and have our heads cut off, too!
Am I arguing?
Then get rid of him.
You can't throw him out.
Of course not.
But I'd like to know how long he's going to stay here.
Your breakfast is on the table.
Thank you. I have breakfast waiting at home.
Search every house.
- What now?
- They're looking for Schultz.
He's in one of these houses.
They're always looking for somebody.
It's me.
Let me in.
The storm troopers are searching every house.
Tell the Commander.
- Did you tell him?
- Yes.
- What is it?
- The storm troopers.
- What?
- You'd both better get on the roof.
We can't leave all these things.
All of you, pack my cases.
You pack that.
Clear this shelf.
Pack this and this.
This mustn't be found.
Open the door.
They're here!
Get up on the roof.
Nothing left behind!
- My golf clubs! - The hatbox!
- Take this. - Come on, let's hurry!
- Where are you going? - With him.
You'll see him later.
- I'll meet you tonight. - All right.
Take this.
Quick!
Open in the name of Hynkel!
Stop!
Look where you are!
I can't see, wait a moment.
My bag!
It's right here.
Here it is.
Don't drop the other one.
My golf clubs, not my golf clubs!
Come here.
They'll see you.
Quick, this way!
Woah, steady!
- Now be careful. - Yes, sir.
Lucky you didn't break your neck.
You'll pardon me.
I'm sorry.
You guard the back.
Wait a minute!
I'll have to bother you again.
There he is.
How are you?
So-so.
Here's your friend.
Your silence will be appreciated.
Take him to the wagon.
Where are you going?
Smoking room.
Come on, this way!
Osterlich!
I am pleased to announce that we are at last ready to march on Osterlich.
This was made possible by the genius of Field Marshal Herring, upon whom I shall now pin a token of my regard.
Turn around.
No!
Gentlemen.
To Field Marshal Herring!
To the invasion of Osterlich!
Elephant!
Wait.
Napaloni's army is on the Osterlich front.
60,000 men are on the border.
To take Osterlich!
I can't believe it.
You can't believe it!
You let him steal a march on us.
I had the ground covered.
Declare war on Napaloni!
Mobilise every division of the army and air force.
Attack Bacteria at once!
- But... - Do as I tell you!
- Madness. - Shut up!
Will you sign this?
What is it?
A declaration of war.
Yes.
A pen!
I'll sign it.
A pen!
I'll sign it!
Napaloni...
- It's Napaloni. - Wait a minute.
Napaloni?
You talk to him.
What'll I say?
Be nice, affable, pleasant.
Well, well, how are you?
No, he hasn't been playing much.
You went round in 92?
His Excellency?
Just now he's a little hoarse.
No, I mean he can't talk.
May I take a message?
He says no doubt you've heard about Osterlich.
He wants to discuss it.
Ask him to come here.
His Excellency invites you to Tomainia to discuss the matter.
Very well. I'll make the arrangements.
He's coming.
Good.
We'll put on the greatest military show the world has ever known.
Napaloni will leave the invasion of Osterlich to me.
And this?
- What is it?
- Your declaration of war.
Peace is declared!
2,975,000 eager citizens are massed in the station square awaiting Benzino Napaloni.
Entering the station is our Phooey, ready to greet his guest.
This will cement the friendship between our Phooey and the Dictator of Bacteria.
His Excellency is about to greet the Bacterian ambassador.
How do you do?
Garbitsch...
See about the photography.
Tell the press to see that our Phooey is well photographed.
- Not the back of his head! - Yes, sir.
Napaloni's train is coming into the station.
From a pink and white carriage
Napaloni and his wife will step out and Adenoid Hynkel will deliver his address of welcome.
What's all this mix-up-a?
They've gone too far.
At ease!
Bring the carpet.
Why can't-a we get out here?
No-a carpet.
Who cares?
Me, Napaloni, I never get out without a carpet.
Lay it down here.
Quick.
- It's going back. - What?
Let's get out while it's stopping.
Shut up!
Take it away!
Stay here until they've made up their minds.
You got-a da carpet.
Put it down!
Here he is.
- My friend! - Napaloni!
This is indeed a pleasure. Welcome to Tomainia.
This way.
Pictures!
Sure.
Salute!
Another, please.
This is a pleasure, my friend Hynkel.
You want another?
There.
Where's-a my ambassador?
Hello, Spook.
How do you feel?
Look after mamma.
Hynky, did you meet-a my wife?
That's her.
Let's go.
Tomainia... very nice, very nice.
Your clock is-a slow.
This way.
It's-a very nice people.
The people are very nice.
Thank you.
He's my husband!
You make a mistake! You make a big-a mistake!
Napaloni's army shall not invade Osterlich. It belongs to me!
We shall not discuss the Osterlich situation.
This interview is to impress on him the force of your personality.
To make him feel your superiority.
Napaloni is aggressive, domineering.
We must put him in his place.
But how?
By means of psychology.
By making him feel inferior.
This can be done subtly.
For instance,
I have arranged that he'll be looking up at you, you looking down at him.
His position will be inferior.
Then again we shall seat him here beside your bust so that if you relax that will always be glaring at him.
Where is he now?
Resting.
I have arranged that he will enter from the far end of the room.
Another psychological triumph.
He will have the embarrassment of walking the entire floor.
Signor Napaloni is now leaving his room.
He's coming. Quick, give me a flower.
At all times be above him, before him.
Entering or leaving you must be first.
Hello, Hynky!
How are you feel?
My brother dictate!
You're a nice-a little man. I'm so glad to see you again.
And my friend the Garbitsch!
This is a lovely place.
I feel-a fine.
When you have the plumbing fixed it'll be in good shape.
Won't you sit down?
Well, Hynky, my dictator friend, you.
I must be a-growing!
What do they give me?
A baby stool?
This is not for me. I like it better upstairs.
Garbitsch, this is a lovely country. Very nice-a people.
I thought the public enthusiastic.
Sure.
They like to see new faces.
I'm sorry for the mishap that occurred to Madam Napaloni.
What's that?
I'm sorry for the Napaloni that occurred at the... at...
Madam Napaloni at the station.
She's not used to public life. She can't take it.
Match.
I'm sorry...
Don't apologise.
I find-a one.
I'm simply crazy about this palace.
Ivory and gold. A lovely combination.
Gets away from that gingerbread idea.
Tell me something, Garbitsch, what's on the programme?
The grand ball this evening.
And a review of the army.
That won't take-a long!
I'm afraid it will.
So you got a big army, huh?
Modesty forbids.
Seems I've heard about it.
I think I'll get me a shave.
We have a barbershop.
Is that so?
You look blue under the gills. What do you say we go together?
- Delighted. - Good!
Very well, this way.
This is it. I can-a smell 'em.
This is-a very sweet.
It was the library.
A good barbershop.
- Too old-fashioned. - Is that so?
When I get shaved I like something to look at.
So I'm putting in glass walls.
This way, I shall have a view of the mountains.
And this, a view through the glass ceiling.
- What's above?
- The ballroom.
In my summer palace I have a barbershop.
Is that so?
Also with glass walls.
You don't tell me!
With goldfish inside.
Goldfish swimming inside the walls?
How do you feed them?
You can't, they're all dead. That's why I'm building a new one.
- Very interesting! - You like it?
The Hynkel stadium.
Before half a million spectators the greatest ever display of arms marches by in review.
Our beloved Phooey and I'll-Dig-a-Ditchy are seated, thrilled by this historic event.
What?
Nothing.
I'm just chewing.
Some peanuts?
- I've had some. - Good shape.
Here you are, Spook.
Now passing, Tomainia's heavy artillery.
It's all right.
I want to show you my new bombing planes. They're coming over.
- Where from?
- Aroma.
Aroma?
That's 400 miles away.
Right. I don't know what's detaining them.
Now passing, Tomainia's light artillery.
Very light!
And here come the armoured tanks, the pride of Tomainia's army.
The latest design, the last word in modern warfare.
Where's the propellers?
For going under the water!
Under water?
You never heard of tanks that go under the water and fly up-a stairs?
- What's that?
- Under the water and in the air.
Obsolete now!
We're concentrating on flying dreadnoughts.
- What's that?
- My planes!
Now passing, Hynkel's flying division number 34.
Our planes!
You're right.
They're yours.
Garbitsch! The invasion of Osterlich.
Our troops, tanks and guns will be hidden along the border.
To disarm suspicion, you will go hunting.
Then you will show up at Pretzelburg, meet the army, step into a car and cross over into Osterlich.
Herring and I will be waiting at the capital.
First Napaloni must remove his troops.
To be decided tonight.
Where is Napaloni?
I'll look for him.
It might be advisable for you to dance with Madam Napaloni.
It'll carry weight.
You mean I will!
You find him! And let me know at once.
- Madam Napaloni... - Your Excellency!
Why so triste?
Because I no speak.
No?
May I have the pleasure?
Allow me.
Madam, your dancing was superb.
Excellent.
Very good.
Good.
- My dear Adenoid. - Benzino!
I've been looking for you.
Let's go to some quiet place where we can talk-a things over.
- As you wish. - An excellent idea.
To the buffet!
Of course, this way.
There's a Tomainian proverb...
Funny.
I wish I understand it.
Now about the border.
Yes.
No problem.
It should be no trouble.
- What's the matter?
- Wait.
You, too.
Out!
Out.
- So... the border question.
It's just a matter of detail. Formalities.
Strawberries!
- Have you any English mustard?
- English mustard.
- That's da hot-a stuff?
- Very hot.
Good shape.
Cream.
Hynky, I'm going to make this very simple.
You agree not to invade Osterlich,
I agree not to invade Osterlich.
We sign, then I remove my troops from the border.
When your troops are gone, I sign.
That's-a right.
Just a minute, you don't understand.
First we sign, then I remove-a da troops.
- Precisely.
I sign after. - Just a minute.
Hey, Spook, treaty.
Hold-a dis.
Now, look, you sign-a dis treaty first.
Then I remove my troops after.
Why are we arguing?
You said I remove first.
I can't sign while they're there.
- I won't remove them till you sign. - Why not?
- Why should I?
- Osterlich is a free country!
Your soldiers are there.
And they'll stay until you sign.
I'll blow them off.
This won't get us anywhere.
To quote an old Latin phrase...
Strawberries!
Where's-a my sandwich?
Another one!
I don't get this treatment in my own joint!
Can't we discuss this without passion?
I'm not-a passionate.
I'm just...
I want him to sign the treaty.
What would my people think, signing such a treaty when your soldiers are on the border?
I won't move until you sign!
Not until you clear the border will I sign!
Then they remain.
Then I kick them off.
One move from you and my artillery will blow you to pieces!
And my aeroplanes will bomb your artillery like that!
You want-a start a world war?
You and the world I'll throw in the ocean!
Strawberries!
Your Excellency, we have...
I got-a my guns here in the pass and I'll blow him to pieces.
What's the matter?
What ails you?
This isn't like you.
Hey, Garbitsch, come here.
What's with Hynky?
Mustard on his strawberries.
What else can you expect from Hynky?
My little bambino!
The Bacterian...
Tomainia...
You cannot treat Bacteria this way.
I'll take the Bacterian people and tear them apart, like this!
Look what he's doing! It's an insult to my people!
He's-a tearing spaghetti!
He sign-a the treaty or we have a war!
Give me a-something! Quick, give me a-something!
- I have an appointment. - What's this?
Press. How's the conference progressing?
Very successfully. How did you get in?
How did he get here?
You know the regulations about reporters.
No one is to enter the palace under any circumstances, understand?
There are minor details to be cleaned up...
Excuse me, we're busy.
The whole world will know we're fighting!
- So what?
- Can't we come to an agreement?
When he signs.
I sign nothing.
I must speak to you alone. Do you mind?
Mind?
I don't mind!
Sign!
Sign!
He'll have the advantage.
It's a mere scrap of paper.
When his troops are off the border, we can move in.
I'll sign.
What?
Hold-a this.
Ah, my little Hynky! My dictator brother!
I knew we have-a no trouble.
Two prisoners escaped in officers' uniforms.
Sound the alarm! Two prisoners escaped.
The planes are searching for us.
The woods.
No, the open. The border's that way.
The invasion of Osterlich.
Now or never.
Ducks.
Did you hear that?
It came from over there.
A yodeller. Where did you get that outfit?
- What?
- Don't answer back!
Where's Schultz?
You won't talk, eh?
- He will when we get him to camp. - Come on.
There it is. The village of Pretzelburg.
If we can pass through there we're safe.
Through the woods?
They're swarming with soldiers. They'd suspect us at once.
If you see anyone, don't look right or left.
We must bluff our way through.
Here they come.
Can you see what they're doing?
- Looking this way. - Keep going!
They're following us.
Shall we run?
Certainly not.
Just a little bit?
Keep walking!
We could walk faster.
Make up your mind.
Slow down?
- No! - There's no hurry.
He's here!
Sound assembly!
Attention!
Present arms!
Turn back?
No, keep going!
Hail Hynkel!
Your Excellency, everything is under control.
- Good. - Good.
I have been in communication with Marshal Herring in Osterlich.
Behind us are 200 tanks, 50 armoured cars and 500 machine-guns.
- Good. - Good.
Are we ready to start?
- Yes. - Yes.
Gentlemen.
Schultz, I'm happy you're with us again.
Thank you.
Where are we going?
You're invading Osterlich.
They're coming.
Your Excellency.
The world awaits your words.
What's happened?
He looks strange.
What's Schultz doing here?
Pardoned, I suppose.
His Excellency Herr Garbitsch,
Secretary of the Interior, Minister of Propaganda...
Victory shall come to the worthy.
Today, democracy, liberty and equality are words to fool the people.
No nation can progress with such ideas.
They stand in the way of action. Therefore, we abolish them.
In the future, each man will serve the state with absolute obedience.
Let him who refuses beware!
Citizenship will be taken away from all Jews and non-Aryans.
They are inferior and therefore enemies of the state.
It is the duty of all true Aryans to hate and despise them.
This nation is annexed to the Tomainian Empire, and the people will obey the laws bestowed on us by our great leader, the Dictator of Tomainia, the conqueror of Osterlich, the future Emperor of the World!
You must speak.
I can't.
You must.
It's our only hope.
Hope...
I'm sorry but I don't want to be an emperor.
That's not my business.
I don't want to rule or conquer anyone.
I should like to help everyone:
Jew, gentile, black man, white.
We all want to help one another. Human beings are like that.
We want to live by each other's happiness, not misery.
We don't want to hate one another.
In this world, the good earth is rich and can provide for everyone.
The way of life can be free and beautiful but we have lost the way.
Greed has poisoned men's souls, has barricaded the world with hate, has goose-stepped us into bloodshed.
We have developed speed but have shut ourselves in.
Machinery has left us in want.
Our knowledge has made us cynical, our cleverness, hard and unkind.
We think too much and feel too little.
More than machinery we need humanity.
More than cleverness we need kindness and gentleness.
Without these qualities, life will be violent and all will be lost...
The aeroplane and radio have brought us closer.
These inventions cry out for the goodness in man, cry out for universal brotherhood, for the unity of us all.
Even now my voice is reaching millions, millions of despairing men, women and children, victims of a system that makes men torture and imprison innocent people.
To those who can hear me I say, do not despair.
The misery upon us is but the passing of greed, the bitterness of men who fear the way of human progress.
The hate of men will pass, and dictators die, and the power they took will return to the people.
So long as men die liberty will never perish.
Soldiers, don't give yourselves to brutes, men who despise you, enslave you, regiment your lives, tell you what to think and feel, who drill you, treat you like cattle and use you as cannon fodder.
Don't give yourselves to these men, machine men with machine minds and machine hearts.
You are not machines, you are not cattle, you are men!
You have the love of humanity in you.
Don't hate. Only the unloved and the unnatural hate.
Soldiers, don't fight for slavery, fight for liberty!
St Luke says, "The Kingdom of God is within man. "
Not in one man nor a group of men, but in all men. In you!
You have the power to create machines, the power to create happiness.
You have the power to make this life free and beautiful, to make this life a wonderful adventure.
In the name of democracy, let us use that power.
Let us all unite, let us fight for a new world, a world that will give men a chance to work, that will give youth a future and old age security.
Promising these things, brutes have risen.
But they lie!
They do not fulfil that promise. They never will!
Dictators free themselves but they enslave the people.
Now let us fight to fulfil that promise!
Let us fight to free the world, to do away with national barriers, to do away with greed, with hate and intolerance.
Let us fight for a world of reason, a world where science and progress will lead to the happiness of all.
Soldiers, in the name of democracy, let us unite!
Hannah, can you hear me?
Wherever you are, look up, Hannah.
The clouds are lifting, the sun is breaking through.
We are coming out of the darkness into a new world, a kindlier world, where men will rise above their hate, their greed and their brutality.
Look up, Hannah.
The soul of man has been given wings.
He is flying into the rainbow, into the light of hope, into the future, the glorious future that belongs to you, to me and to all of us.
Look up, Hannah.
Look up!
Did you hear that?
That's Mr. Hammond.
Come inside.
Do you know where the new district officer lives?
Yes, missy.
Send someone for him.
Tell him there's been an accident and Mr. Hammond's dead.
Yes, missy.
And get word to Mr. Crosbie.
He's out somewhere on the number four plantation.
No can telephone tonight. Offices are all closed.
Well, send a boy for him. Tell him to come at once.
Yes, missy.
What are you doing here, all of you?
Go away. Go away, I tell you.
Mr. Withers!
Mr. Withers!
Please stop at Lower Crossway. I take shortcut.
Right.
Fred, can we get this whole shipment on these cars?
-Sure we will, sir. -lf not, we can use the two big lorries.
What's the matter?
Mr. Crosbie, Mr. Hammond has been shot.
What? What's that you said?
Mr. Hammond is dead. Missy say hurry.
Fred, get to the village as fast as you can. Telephone Joyce in Singapore.
-Mr. Howard Joyce?
-Yes, the lawyer.
Tell him to meet me at Lower Crossway immediately.
-Right. -And hurry...
... withtheshipmenttoSingapore. She's got to be on board by 6.
-Where's my wife?
-She locked herself in.
She wouldn't see me until you came.
Mr. Withers, I'm Howard Joyce.
-How do you do?
-Let me in.
Leslie, darling, it's Robert.
What's happened?
Leslie, what's happened?
Didn't they tell you?
They said Hammond was killed.
is he still there?
I had your head boy remove the body to a shed.
He tried to make love to me, and I shot him.
Leslie!
Oh, Robert, I'm so glad you've come.
There, darling.
Hold me tight. I'm so frightened.
There's nothing to be frightened about. It'll be all right.
Leslie, darling, it'll be all right.
Mr. Withers, I hope you understand that I couldn't see anyone...
-... untilmyhusbandcame. -l understand, Mrs. Crosbie.
Howard, how nice of you to come.
Naturally, I'd want to be here if I can help.
-Then you will help us?
-Of course I will. ln every way I can.
-You're a dear. -Darling.
How's Dorothy?
She's very well and anxious to see you.
-Has her niece arrived from England?
-Adele. Charming girl. She came last week.
Here, you better be resting.
I do feel dreadfully faint.
Come and lie down, darling. I'll get you something to drink.
I'm sorry to be so tiresome.
-You're being very brave. -How long have you been here?
About an hour. One of the Crosbie houseboys came to fetch me.
-Was Hammond dead? -Oh, yes.
He was just riddled with bullets.
-What?
-Here's the revolver.
All six chambers are empty.
Here, you two. Better have a drink yourselves.
Thanks, but I'm afraid I shouldn't.
I'll have one, Bob.
I'm on duty of a sort, you know.
Feeling any better?
Much better, thank you.
Mrs. Crosbie, I know it sounds brutal, but I'm afraid it's my duty...
... toaskyousomequestions.
I think that can wait until my wife-- lt's all right, really.
Then suppose you tell us exactly what happened, Leslie.
-l'll try. -Take your time, Mrs. Crosbie.
Remember, we're all friends here.
You've been so patient.
Well, as you know, Robert was spending the night in Singapore.
I never mind being alone.
-Planter's wife gets used to that. -My dear.
I had dinner rather late and started working on my lace.
I don't know how long l'd been working when suddenly I heard a footstep outside.
Someone came up on the veranda and said, " Good evening.
I was startled because I hadn't heard a car drive up.
Hammond left his car a quarter-mile down the road.
Your houseboy noticed it as we were driving here.
Probably didn't want anyone to hear him.
At first I couldn't tell who it was. "Who is it?" l asked.
" Geoff Hammond. "
" Of course," l said.
"Come in and have a drink. "
-Were you surprised to see him?
-Well, I was, rather.
-We hadn't seen him for ages, had we?
-Three months at least.
I told him Robert was at the number four plantation...
-... gettingoutashipment. Wasthatit?
-Yes, darling.
-What happened?
-He said, " l'm so sorry...
... Iwasfeelinglonely,soIcame over to see how you were getting on. "
I asked him how he'd come as I hadn't heard a car.
He said he'd left it on the road. We might be in bed, and he didn't want to wake us.
I put on my spectacles again and went on with my work.
Well, we went on chatting...
... andthensuddenly he said something rather silly.
-What?
-lt's hardly worth repeating.
He paid me a little compliment.
Perhaps you'd better tell us exactly what he said.
He said, " You have very pretty eyes.
It's a shame to hide them under those ugly spectacles. "
Had he ever said anything of the sort before?
-Never, and I thought it impertinent. -l don't wonder.
-Did you answer him?
-l said:
" l don't care twopence what you think about me. "
He only laughed and said, "l'm going to tell you, all the same.
I think you're the prettiest thing I've ever seen. "
-l don't understand--
-Let her finish.
" ln that case," l said, "l can only think you half-witted. "
But he laughed again and moved his chair up closer.
" You can't deny you have the prettiest hands in the world. "
Well, that rather put my back up.
My hands are not very good, and no woman wants to be flattered...
-... onherworstpoints. -Oh, darling.
Robert, you silly thing.
Well, when Hammond was talking that way, did he just sit in his chair?
Oh, no. He tried to take one of my hands.
" Don't be an idiot," l said.
" Sit back where you were and talk sensibly... ... orI shallhavetosend youhome. "
But I wonder you didn't throw him out there and then.
I didn't want to make a fuss.
Some men think it's their duty to flirt with women...
... whenevertheyhavethe chance. They think women expect it.
When did you first suspect that Hammond was serious?
The next thing he said to me.
He looked at me straight in the face and said:
" Don't you know I'm awfully in love with you?"
Swine.
-Were you surprised?
-But of course I was surprised.
We've known him seven years, Robert. He's never paid me the smallest attention.
Didn't suppose he even knew what color my eyes were.
We haven't seen very much of him for the last few years.
Go on, Leslie.
Well, he helped himself to another whiskey and soda.
I began to wonder if he'd been drinking before.
" l wouldn't have another one if I were you," l said.
I was quite friendly, not the least bit frightened.
Never occurred to me I couldn't manage him.
But he emptied his glass and said to me in a funny, abrupt way:
" Do you think I'm saying this because I'm drunk?"
I said, " That's the most obvious explanation, isn't it?"
Oh, it's too awful having to tell you all this. I'm so ashamed.
I wish there were some way we could spare you.
Leslie, it's for your own good that we know the facts.
All you can remember of them.
Very well, I'll tell you the rest.
I got up from that chair there.
And I stood in front of the table here.
He rose and came around the table and stood in front of me.
I held out my hand.
" Good night," l said.
But he didn't move.
He just stood there looking at me, and his eyes were all funny.
" l'm not going," he said.
Then I began to lose my temper.
" Poor fool, don't you know I've never loved anyone but Robert?
And even if I didn't love him, you'd be the last man I should care for. "
" Robert's away," he said.
Well, that was the last straw.
I wasn't in the least bit frightened, just angry.
" lf you don't leave immediately," l said...
" ... Ishallcallthe boys and have you thrown out. "
I walked past him toward the veranda to call the boys.
He took hold of my arm and swung me back.
I tried to scream, but he flung his arms about me and kissed me.
I struggled to tear myself away from him.
He seemed like a madman. He kept talking and talking and saying he loved me and-- lt's horrible.
Can't go on.
I'm sorry, Leslie, but we'll have to know the rest.
He lifted me in his arms and started carrying me.
Somehow he stumbled on those steps.
We fell, and I got away from him.
Suddenly I remembered Robert's revolver in the drawer of that chest.
He got up and ran after me, but I reached it before he could catch me.
I seized the gun as he came toward me.
I heard a report and saw him lurch toward the door.
It was all instinctive. I didn't even know I'd fired.
Then I followed him out to the veranda.
He staggered across the porch, grabbed the railing...
... butitslippedthroughhishand, and he fell down.
Don't remember anything more, just the reports, one after another...
... tilltherewasafunnylittleclick, and the revolver was empty.
It was only then I knew what I'd done.
My poor darling.
-Mrs. Crosbie--
-How did the revolver happen to be there?
When I leave Leslie alone...
... Ialwaysfeelsafer if she has a weapon handy.
I saw that it was loaded before I left, and thank heaven I did.
Mrs. Crosbie, may I say that I think you behaved magnificently?
I'm terribly sorry that we had to put you through the ordeal of telling us all this.
You're all very kind.
It's quite obvious the man only got what he deserved.
If you'll come with me, I'd like to look around.
Yes, of course.
Be back in a few minutes.
My poor child.
Robert, what have I done?
You did what every woman would have done in your place.
Only nine-tenths of them wouldn't have had the courage.
And yet I'd give almost anything in the world to bring him back to life.
It's so horrible to think that I killed him.
What shall we call this?
Late supper or early breakfast?
I don't care what we call it. I'm famished.
You'll have to be very indulgent towards my cooking.
-Thank you. -l can't vouch for it.
I can and will.
As a matter of fact, in England I tried my hand more often.
But out here, one gets so lazy.
The boys take such good care of us.
Funny, the head boy running off tonight.
Yes, it is odd.
He couldn't have done better than this. Delicious.
-Excellent, Leslie. -Thank you, gentlemen.
I think we should start for Singapore when we're finished.
Right away?
-lt's still dark. -lt'll be 8:00 by the time we get there.
We'll ring the attorney general and find out when we can see him.
I think that's the first thing to do, don't you?
Yes, I think that's the best thing to do.
Would I have to be arrested?
You see, as a matter of fact--
You're by way of being under arrest now.
It's purely a matter of form.
Mr. Joyce's idea is you should go to the attorney general and give yourself up.
Shall I be imprisoned?
Well, that depends on the attorney general.
It's possible that after you've told him your story, he'll be able to accept bail.
He's a decent fellow.
I'm sure he'll do everything he can.
What do you mean, "be able to accept bail" ?
Well, my dear, it depends on what the charge is.
What do you mean by that?
I think it not unlikely that he could say that only one charge is possible.
And in that case, I'm afraid an application for bail would be useless.
What charge?
Murder.
Oh, Robert, Robert.
It's all right.
Nobody's going to do anything to you.
Nothing's going to happen.
We have been happy, haven't we?
You've been the best wife a man could have.
If only there was something I could do.
You can love me. That's all I need.
I've always loved you.
Yes, but now.
Leslie, darling, if I could love you any more, I would now.
All right, darling, I'll get ready.
I don't know when anything's impressed me so much...
... asthewayshe told that terrible story.
You could see that she was just holding onto herself like grim death.
I say, what a swine that man was.
Did you know Hammond?
-l knew him a little. -Was he a heavy drinker?
I don't know that he was.
He could take his whack, but I never saw him actually drunk.
I've heard of him, but I never happened to meet him.
He was quite a favorite with the ladies, wasn't he?
He was a good-looking chap. You know the sort, very breezy, devil-may-care.
Generous with his money.
Did you like him?
He was the sort of chap you couldn't help liking.
Could you have imagined him doing a thing like this?
Well, how can you tell what a man will do when he's drunk?
That's true.
Well, they ought to be ready pretty soon.
By George, that's beautiful.
You know, that's just the sort of thing you'd expect her to do.
That was a quick change, Leslie. I wish you'd teach Dorothy how to do it.
I wager she's faster than you, at that.
is there room for me or shall I follow?
Come with us. There's plenty of room.
-Oh, Leslie?
-Yes?
-There's one question I'd like to ask.
-Yes, what is it?
When I was looking at Hammond's body... .
I'm sorry, my dear, but this is a question that's bound to come up.
Yes, Howard, what is it?
It seemed that some of the shots must have been fired...
... afterhewaslyingontheground .
I know it must sound terribly cold-blooded...
... butI wasso terrified.
Everything was confused and blurred. I didn't know what I was doing.
Of course. I shouldn't have brought it up tonight.
Put it out of your mind.
Will you please come in?
Thank you.
-Hello, Bob. -Howard.
Have a chair, old man.
If I can be of any assistance, I shall remain within call.
Not at the moment, Ong. Thanks.
Ong's been of great help on the case.
Finds out everything.
Perfect confidential clerk.
Trouble is, after he's left my business...
... he'llsetup hisown office in opposition.
-How is everything?
-Everything's fine.
Now, sit down, Bob. In fact, she's much better than you.
It's funny that you've taken it so much harder.
Leslie hasn't turned a hair.
She's worth 1 0 of me. I don't mind confessing, I'm all in.
It's our first separation for more than a day or two since we were married.
But your plantation. What about that?
I've tried to work. The plantation can go to blazes for all I care.
I hate the house and every tree on the place.
Why don't you come and stay in town with us?
Dorothy's for it, and so am I.
Thanks, I think I will.
I won't be so lonely.
It'll make me feel better just to be that near.
I know you think I must be mad, Howard. Maybe I am.
I haven't closed my eyes the last three nights.
Get some sleep and out of those clothes before you see Leslie.
You don't want her to have to cheer you up.
She's a plucky girl.
It's monstrous to have kept her in that filthy prison all this time.
They had no choice. Anyhow, it's less than a week now and she'll be free.
It's a farce.
Why make her go through the ordeal of a trial?
Because she admitted killing, and in a civilized community, a trial's inevitable.
She shot him as she would have shot a mad dog.
You don't have to convince me, Bob.
I know. I'm sorry.
Strange that Hammond was able to keep his life so hidden.
That gambling house he owned, and especially the Eurasian woman.
I think it was finding out about her that turned opinion so against him.
-Will she be one of the witnesses?
-l shan't call her.
I'll just produce evidence that Hammond was married to her.
Well, I know you're busy, Howard.
-l can't tell you how grateful I am. -Nonsense, Bob.
Now, stop worrying about the trial. That's your lawyer's job.
So long, Bob.
Bring your things across soon as you can. Right.
Come in.
-Yes?
-lf you are not too busy, sir...
... mightI troubleyoufor afewwords in private conversation?
No trouble at all, Ong.
The matter upon which I desire to speak to you...
... isverydelicateand confidential.
Well, what matter is it?
It has to do with the case of The Crown v. Crosbie.
Yes?
A circumstance has come to my attention, sir...
... whichseemsto putadifferent complexion on the case.
Please come to the point, Ong. What circumstance do you refer to?
A friend has brought me information, sir, that there is in existence a letter...
... fromthedefendant to the unfortunate victim of the tragedy.
That's not surprising.
During the course of seven years...
... I'venodoubtMrs.Crosbie often had occasion to write to him.
But the letter, sir, was written on the day of the late Mr. Hammond's death.
Well?
You will, no doubt, recall, sir, that Mrs. Crosbie has stated...
... thatuntilthefatalnight,she'd had no communication with the deceased...
... forseveralweeks.
Yes?
In my opinion, this letter indicates that her statement, perhaps...
... wasnotin everyrespectaccurate.
Have you seen the letter?
I have with me a copy, sir.
The original is in possession of a woman.
She happens to be the widow of Mr. Hammond, deceased.
What makes you think this letter was written by Mrs. Crosbie?
I have every confidence in the veracity of my informant, sir.
That's more than I have. It's inconceivable...
... thatMrs.Crosbie should have written such a letter.
Might I suggest, sir, that it would be well to make sure?
Since my friend is of the opinion that the letter might be of some interest...
... totheprosecutor.
I'm obliged to you, Ong. I'll give the matter my consideration.
Very well, sir. Do you wish me to communicate that to my friend?
It might be well to keep in touch with him. Thank you, sir.
Yes, sir.
Thank you, sir. Mr. Joyce?
Mr. Reed was coming to see you in half an hour. I've canceled the appointment.
Yes.
Yes, that's right.
Stay in the visiting room as long as you want.
-The warden's orders. -That's very nice of him. Thank you.
Howard, how good of you to come.
-Morning, Leslie. -l wasn't expecting you.
-How are you today, Mrs. Cooper?
-Fine. lt's a different place...
-... sinceMrs.Crosbie'sbeenhere . -She's been so kind. Everyone has.
It's a shame she has to stay here at all.
Well, I'll just wait outside. You can call me when you're finished, Mrs. Crosbie.
Thank you.
Oh, how lovely. I do miss my garden.
You're looking very well, Leslie.
Well, this is a wonderful place to rest.
Well, it's only five days more.
I know. Every morning when I wake up, I say, " One less. "
Just like I used to when I was in school with the holidays coming.
Don't feel sorry for me. The time has passed very quickly.
Done a good deal of reading, and I've worked on my lace.
It's Robert I'm worried about.
He's taking it terribly hard.
Poor darling.
He's much more anxious about you than you seem to be about yourself.
Well, Howard, I must confess to you...
... I'mnotlookingforwardtotestifying in court.
One thing that's impressed me is that every time you've told your story...
... you'vetoldit in exactly the same words. You've never varied a hairsbreadth.
And what does that suggest to your legal mind?
Well, it suggests either that you have an extraordinary memory... .
Or?
Or that you're telling the plain, unvarnished truth.
I'm afraid I have a very poor memory.
I suppose I'm right in thinking that you had no communication with Hammond...
... forseveralweeks before the catastrophe. I'm positive of that.
The last time I saw him was at a tennis party at the McFarrens' .
Don't suppose I said more than two words to him.
They have two courts, you know, and we played different sets.
-And you hadn't written to him?
-Oh, no.
Well, at one time you were on fairly intimate terms with him.
How did it happen that you stopped asking him to anything?
Well, we didn't have much in common, and he's very popular, you know.
A lot of calls upon his time, and...
... well,I didn'tseethe necessity of showering him with invitations.
You're quite certain that was all?
Well, I may as well tell you... .
We heard about his wife.
And once, quite by chance, I actually saw her.
Oh? You never mentioned that.
-What was she like?
-Horrible.
She was all covered with gold chains and bracelets and spangles...
... herfacelikeamask .
And it was after you knew about her that you stopped...
-... havinganythingto do withHammond?
-Yes.
I think I should tell you that there is in existence a letter in your handwriting...
... fromyouto GeoffHammond.
Well, I often wrote him a little note about something or other...
... ortogetmesomethingifIheard he was going into Singapore.
This letter asks him to come and see you because Robert was going to be away.
But that's impossible. You see, I never did anything of the kind.
Better read it for yourself.
-But that's not my handwriting. -l know.
It's said to be an exact copy of one written on the day of Hammond's death.
What does it mean?
-That's for you to say, Leslie.
-l didn't write it. I swear I didn't.
If the original is in your writing, it'd be useless to deny it.
-Then it'll be a forgery. -Be difficult to prove that.
-Be easy to prove it was genuine. -lt's not dated.
It might've been written years ago. If you'll just give me time, I'll try to remember.
Leslie, the prosecution could cross-examine your houseboys.
They'd find out whether someone took a letter to Hammond the day of his death.
Howard, I swear to you, I did not write this letter.
Well...
... ifyou'venothingmore to say to me...
... I'llgetbacktotheoffice.
Howard, wait.
Wait a minute.
I did write that letter, but I was afraid to mention it.
I thought none of you would believe me...
... ifI admittedthathe'dcome at my invitation.
I daresay it was terribly silly of me...
... butonceI'dsaidIhad no communication with Hammond... ... Iwasforcedtosticktoit.
Then you'll have to explain why you asked him to come see you...
... whenRobertwasaway.
Well, I'll tell you why, Howard.
I was planning a surprise for Robert's birthday.
I'd heard he wanted a new gun, and--
Well, I'm so dreadfully stupid about sporting things.
I thought I'd talk to Geoff and ask him to order one.
Perhaps you've forgotten what's in the letter.
Will you read it again?
No, I don't want to.
" Robert will be away for the night.
I absolutely must see you.
I'm desperate, and if you don't come, I won't answer for the consequences.
Don't drive up. Leslie. "
Leslie, I shall have to talk very plainly to you.
I told Robert just now that I was certain of your acquittal.
I didn't say that just to cheer him up.
I don't believe the jury would have left the box.
This letter places an entirely different complexion on the whole case.
It'll put the prosecution on the track of...
... suspicionswhichhave entered nobody's mind.
I won't tell you what I personally thought when I read the letter.
It's the duty of counsel to defend his client...
... nottoconvicther , even in his own mind.
I don't want you to tell me anything but what is needed to save your neck.
They can prove that Hammond came to your house at your urgent invitation.
I don't know what else, but if the jury comes to the conclusion...
... thatyoudidn'tkillHammond in self-defense... .
Mrs. Cooper!
Good heavens! What's happened?
I'm quite all right. Really, I am.
Just lie quiet and rest, Mrs. Crosbie.
She's just been too brave, poor little thing, and not eating enough.
I feel fine now, Mrs. Cooper. You go on about your duties.
As Mr. Joyce is here, I will. I'll come back and see how you are.
Thank you.
Make her lie quiet, Mr. Joyce.
I'm afraid I've made rather a mess of things.
I'm sorry.
For Robert, not for me.
You've distrusted me from the beginning.
That's neither here nor there, Leslie.
Who's got the letter?
Hammond's wife.
Are you going to let them hang me?
What do you mean by that, Leslie?
You could get the letter.
Do you think it's so easy to do away with unwelcome evidence?
Surely nothing would have been said to you...
... iftheownerweren'tquiteprepared to sell it.
That's true.
-But I'm not prepared to buy it. -lt wouldn't be your money.
-Robert has saved-- -l wasn't thinking of the money.
I don't know if you'll understand this, but I look on myself as an honest man.
You're asking me to do something no better than suborning a witness.
You mean you could save me and won't?
What harm have I done you?
-How could you be so cruel?
-Cruel?
You must be insane, Leslie.
A lawyer has a duty to his profession...
... tohimself.
No.
I can't do what you ask.
Poor Robert. He doesn't deserve it.
He's never hurt anyone in his life.
He's so good and simple and kind, and he trusts me so.
I mean everything...
... everythingintheworldtohim.
This will ruin his life.
I know what you're thinking.
You despise me. You think Bob well rid of me if they do hang me.
I don't despise you.
It isn't important what I feel about you, do you understand?
I'm going to do what I can.
Bob will want to know what the money's for.
Will it be a very large sum?
I imagine the woman has a shrewd idea of the letter's value.
You won't have to show Bob the letter, will you?
I'll do everything possible to prevent him from seeing it.
He'll be an important witness.
He should be as firmly convinced of your innocence as he is now.
And after the trial?
I'm going to try and save your life.
But if he loses his trust in me, he loses everything.
It's strange that a man can live with a woman for 1 0 years...
... andnotknow the first thing about her.
What are you doing here, Ong?
I thought perhaps there was something further you wished me to do.
What about?
The letter, sir.
Oh, yes.
Mrs. Crosbie denies having written anything of the sort.
It's obviously a forgery.
In that case, there would be no objection...
... ifmyfrienddeliveredtheletter to the public prosecutor?
No, none at all.
But, Mr. Joyce...
... frommystudyofthecase, Ibelieve that if my friend could be induced...
... todelivertheletterinto ourhands , it would save-- lt would save a great deal of trouble.
Under what circumstance would your friend... ... be" induced"to partwiththeletter?
But my friend does not have the letter. The woman has it.
She did not know its value until my friend told her.
What value did he put on it?
Ten thousand dollars.
Only 1 0,000?
Why not 50, or 1 00?
For the reason, sir...
... thatMr.Crosbiehas inthebankofthe British Malaya Company in Singapore...
... asavingsaccount in the amount of $ 1 0,452.
Tell your friend to go to the devil.
But, Mr. Joyce... .
The woman does not want to sell the letter.
My friend took a long time to persuade her.
Ten thousand dollars is a lot of money, Ong...
... justtosavesometrouble.
Yes, sir.
It is a great deal of money.
I'll speak to Mr. Crosbie.
-He's waiting for you at the club, sir. -What?
We have not much time, and the matter, in my opinion, permits no delay.
Therefore, I took the liberty of asking Mr. Crosbie to have lunch with you.
All right. Have the woman come to my office.
I was about to mention, sir...
... shemadetwoconditions.
She insists that the money shall be brought to her.
I can take you to the house whenever you are ready, sir.
And the other condition?
That Mrs. Crosbie bring it to her, personally.
You must be mad.
You suppose Mrs. Crosbie can just walk out whenever she feels like it?
My friend thinks that you could arrange... ... forherto stayatyour house until the trial.
I'm sure the judge will permit it if you are responsible for her, sir.
Ong Chi Seng.
Yes, sir?
What are you getting out of this?
Two thousand dollars...
... andthegreatsatisfactionofbeing of service to you and our client.
Howard.
You're looking more cheerful, Bob.
Better since this morning. You've convinced me there's nothing to worry about.
-Gentlemen. -Two gin slings, Jerry.
Yes, sir.
Well, as a matter of fact, something's come up, Bob.
Nothing important...
... butI thoughtI'dbetter have a talk with you about it.
Well, what is it?
It seems that Leslie wrote a letter to Hammond...
... askinghimto cometothebungalow on the night he was killed.
lmpossible. You heard her say she'd had no communication...
... withhimforweeks before it happened. Nevertheless, she did write it.
She wanted his advice on something she was buying for your birthday.
Your birthday was about then, wasn't it?
Yes, that's right. End of April.
In the excitement, she forgot about the letter...
... andthenlateronwasafraidtosay she'd made a mistake.
That isn't like Leslie. She's not afraid of anything.
This was a pretty serious mistake...
... andsherealizedit.
Who has the letter?
Hammond's widow.
And she threatens to turn it over to the prosecution.
Well, what if she does?
Leslie can explain it in court just as she explained it to you.
Well, yes...
... butdon'tyousee ,Bob ... ... itmightalterthingsagooddeal in the minds of the jury...
... ifHammondcametoyour house by invitation.
What's to be done about it?
Well...
... Ithinkwe mustget hold of that letter.
I want you to authorize me to buy it.
Well, I'll do whatever you think is right.
I don't think it's right...
... butI thinkit 'sexpedient.
Juries can sometimes be very stupid. It's just as well not to worry them...
... withmoreevidencethanthey can conveniently deal with.
Howard, I don't pretend to understand. Do as you think best.
-l'll pay back whatever it costs. -Good.
Now put the matter out of your mind.
Too bad rubber won't grow in a civilized climate, sir.
Mix me another one, Jerry.
Another, sir?
Yes, another.
Yes, sir.
" Mr. and Mrs. Howard Joyce request the pleasure of your company...
-... ata partyto be givenattheirhome- -" -" Residence. " lt sounds more impressive.
Residence.
" On Friday, May 1 6th, in honor of their guests Mr. and Mrs. Robert Crosbie. "
Dorothy, don't you think it might be more appropriate...
-... ifyouwroteinvitationsafterthetrial?
-Oh, do stop fussing.
I won't send them out until tomorrow evening, of course.
Let's decide about the party after the trial, shall we?
Nonsense. We're having the party, and you're going to stay.
Leslie, don't tell me that's the same tiny piece of work...
... youweredoingattheFergusons'. How do you go so fast?
Well, I haven't had anything else much to do this past month.
What's it going to be?
-lt's too fine for a tablecloth, surely. -lt's a coverlet for our bed.
It's lovely.
Does anyone feel like bridge?
Or what would be nice?
Leslie, what would you like to do?
You mustn't go on doing that out here. You'll ruin your eyes.
I'm sorry, but Leslie and I have some work to do tonight.
I'm putting her in the witness box tomorrow...
... andI wantto prepareher for cross-examination.
Bob, why don't you take the girls to a picture?
-We don't need to be entertained. -We can find something to do.
-Will it take all evening?
-There's a lot to go over.
There's no point in you hanging around. You'd much better see a good film.
Yes, darling, why don't you.
Take your mind off tomorrow. I want you to.
All right, then.
Well, I guess we'd better be off.
-Shall we want wraps?
-You're likely to, coming home.
-Sorry you can't come. -l'm not allowed off the premises.
-See you later, darling. -Goodbye, darling.
Goodbye. Have a good time.
Where do we have to go?
Chinese Quarter.
Ong Chi Seng will take us.
He'll be along soon.
I've always wanted to visit the Chinese Quarter. I hear it's a bit creepy.
Of course, I'd have chosen other circumstances.
Be flippant about your own crimes if you want to, but don't be flippant about mine.
Oh, I'm sorry, Howard.
I didn't mean to be flippant.
Really, I didn't.
Maybe it's my own sense of guilt, but I have an unpleasant feeling...
... I'mgoingto be madetopaythepiper for what I'm doing tonight.
I'm jeopardizing my whole career, and I have to rely on your discretion.
Well, whatever else I am...
... I'mnotungrateful.
Forget what I said.
When did you first start doing lace work, Leslie?
A few years ago.
How did you happen to take it up?
I had nothing else to do.
It appealed to me.
It must take enormous concentration...
... andpatience.
I find it soothing.
You mean it takes your mind off other things?
is that a legal question?
You're not an ordinary client, Leslie.
-You've been watching me all evening. -l'm responsible for you to the court.
No, that isn't it.
You've been... .
What?
Trying to read my thoughts?
I'm trying to understand you.
Why?
Because I'm so...
... soevil.
That's it, isn't it?
Time we were starting.
I think we had better not drive up, sir.
All right, Ong.
Will you follow me, please?
Please wait here. I shall return in just a moment.
Please wait here for a minute...
... please.
Mr. Chung Hi seems to have a little of everything to sell.
Very good.
is very good work.
Very good.
Pardon me, please.
My friend is ready.
Will you follow me, please?
This is my friend Chung Hi.
Does he speak English?
Me speak very good English.
How do you do?
-Please have a chair. -No, thanks.
We'll only stay a few minutes.
Chung Hi, I suppose you know what we've come for.
Have you got this letter?
-Woman have got. -Where is she?
She come, she come.
Why isn't she here?
She here all right. She wait till you come.
Lady...
... pleasehavechair.
Thank you.
The air's very bad in here. Would you mind opening a window?
She speaks only Malay and Chinese.
Ask her if she has the letter.
Well, where is it?
What's she waiting for?
I regret, Mrs. Crosbie...
... butMrs.Hammondrequeststhat you remove the shawl from your head.
Mrs. Crosbie...
... Mrs.Hammondhasafurtherrequest.
She wishes you to walk over to her.
-Now, look here, Ong Chi Seng--
-No, Howard. Please.
Thank you.
No complicating motives. No possible premeditation.
The jury is aware of the facts.
And I'm convinced there's no need for eloquence.
If ever there was a simple, uncomplicated case, it's this one.
Mrs. Crosbie killed a man, yes...
... butundercircumstances where no courageous...
... self-respectingwomanwouldhesitate for one instant to do the same thing.
Nor is there need for me to extol Mrs. Crosbie's character.
Her own testimony in the witness box...
... herbearingthroughoutthisordeal...
... stampthecharacter of this remarkable woman...
... morethananywordsofmine could possibly do.
As for the prosecution's case...
... notonewhitofevidence has been produced...
... torefutethedefendant'stestimony.
No.
Because such evidence couldn't exist...
... inthelightoftruth.
Gentlemen...
... infullfaithand confidence,Iplace Leslie Crosbie's fate in your hands...
... inthesureknowledgethat ...
... justicewillbe done.
Silence!
Silence!
is there any reply from the prosecution?
The prosecution waives the right of reply. Nice work, Howard.
Gentlemen of the jury...
... youheardtheevidence of the prosecution and the defense.
It is not necessary to give you any further charge in this case.
You may retire to the jury room to consider your verdict.
-Recess, my lord?
-Yes, recess.
The court is adjourned, pending the return of the jury.
Will you tell me what they could be doing in that jury room for over an hour?
Jury's been out for exactly 25 minutes.
You said they'd come straight back. What is there to talk about or deliberate?
Maybe the races at Aintree or the price of rubber.
-They've no right to do anything but--
-Darling, you're not making things easier.
Oh, Leslie, I'm sorry.
The court is reassembling, sir.
Bring in the jury.
Prisoner of the bar, rise and face the jury.
Gentlemen, have you reached your verdict?
We have.
Do you find the prisoner at the bar, Leslie Crosbie, guilty or not guilty?
Not guilty.
-Leslie.
Leslie, darling. -Robert, darling.
Howard, splendid case.
Permit me to congratulate you, sir.
Just one moment, please.
Hold it just a second, please. Again.
-Thank you.
-Thank you.
Thank you very much.
Come, darling.
From that day on, I made a vow... ... nottomixanothercocktail until Leslie was acquitted.
If these aren't up to my usual standards... ... youmustremember I'm slightly out of practice.
They're wonderful. Never been better. You wouldn't know what you were drinking.
I guess that's right. I can't taste or think or feel.
All I can do is keep saying to myself, over and over:
" Leslie's safe. "
What's the matter, darling?
Feeling neglected?
Here's a cocktail.
Not that you deserve to be told, but you made a good speech to the jury.
-lt was an excellent speech. -Thank you.
Though you might have been more impassioned without hurting yourself.
I don't agree. What made it especially effective was his being simple and honest.
-Good thing Dorothy isn't a lawyer. -Nor me. I'd probably yell at the jury:
" You half-wits, I know she's innocent.
Anyone feeling like a bath or a shower before dinner better be getting at it.
-Personally, I feel a bit sticky. -A shower for me.
Well... .
-l'm going to tidy myself up a bit, darling. -No, don't go.
I shan't be a minute.
No. There's something I want to talk to you about.
-Don't go, old man. -l think I'd better clean up, Bob.
No, I want your legal opinion.
-Darling.
-Oh?
What's up?
I want to get Leslie away from here as soon as possible.
-A holiday would do you both good. -What's the use?
-We've got to get away for good. -How could we?
Can't very well throw up your job.
But I have something in view that's much better.
Come on. Sit down.
We can neither of us live at that place now. I'm convinced.
-We've gone through too much. -Well, what is it, Bob?
Something has just come up. In Sumatra.
We'd be away. The only people around us would be Dutch.
We'd start a new life.
The only thing is, you'll be awfully lonely, darling, at the start.
I wouldn't mind that. I'm used to being alone.
-l'd like to go. I don't want to stay here. -That settles it, then.
I'll go ahead and we can fix things up at once.
-ls the money as good as here?
-l hope it'll be better.
I'll be working for myself and not for a company in Liverpool.
-What do you mean?
-Why sweat out my life for others?
This is a chance in a thousand. lt belongs to a planter who's in financial difficulties.
He's willing to let the whole thing go for $30,000...
... ifhecanget the money the day after tomorrow.
How on earth are you going to raise $30,000?
Well, I've saved about 1 0...
... andCharlieMeadowspromisesto let me have the balance on mortgage.
It seems rather rash to put all your eggs in one basket, old boy.
I wouldn't like you to take a risk on my account.
I'll be perfectly all right here.
Really.
Nonsense. Just now you said you wanted to go.
But we're making a mistake in running away.
Everyone's been so kind, and they'll all make it so easy for us.
The thing to do is to stick it out here.
These Chinese estates are never any good. You know how careless they are.
This belongs to a very progressive fellow. He's had a European manager.
I tell you, it's a thoroughly sound proposition.
And in 1 0 years, I can make enough to retire.
But I really want to stay here.
Don't want to leave Howard and Dorothy and our friends.
Anyhow, it's not a thing to rush into.
-Let's wait and see what happens-- -lt's a good thing. I don't want to lose it.
I've got the papers in my briefcase. See for yourself.
-Robert, please. -l have photos of the bungalow.
-l don't want to see them! -Come now.
That's just nerves.
Shows how necessary it is for you to get away.
Leslie, darling, this time you must let me have my own way.
I won't be a minute.
What are you going to do?
-What can I do?
-Don't tell him. I can't bear any more.
You heard him. He wants the money to buy the estate.
-He can't. He hasn't got it. -Give me time.
Where's the letter?
I have it in my pocket.
It would break his heart.
What shall I do?
I wish to heaven I knew.
If only there were some other way.
Tell him and have done with it.
Now, this is really a handsome estate.
We'll be practically stealing it for 30,000.
You'll be keen on the house.
Shade trees. No comparison with our old bungalow.
I don't want to throw cold water on your plans...
... butaren'tyouforgetting certain financial obligations?
I mean, hasn't it struck you that the costs...
... ofwhatwe 'vejustbeenthrough will be pretty heavy?
Oh, you mean the legal expenses, yes.
I'm not charging you for my services. Those will be charged off to friendship.
But there are other expenses--
That's very decent of you. I'm not sure I can accept that.
What do these other expenses amount to?
Well, the principal item is that letter of Leslie's I mentioned to you.
Yes. I'd almost forgotten about that.
-You were going to... ?
-l had to pay a great deal of money for it.
Well, if you thought it necessary, I'm not going to grouse.
How much was it?
Ten thousand dollars.
Ten thousand dollars?
You must have been mad.
You may be sure I wouldn't have given that if I could have got it for less.
But that's every cent i have in the world.
Why didn't you let them bring the letter in and explain it to the jury?
I didn't dare.
Do you mean it was absolutely necessary to suppress it?
If you wanted Leslie acquitted.
But what was there in the letter?
-l told you at the time. -lt was very stupid of me, l-- l remember.
You asked him to come to the bungalow--
-Yes. -You wanted to get me something.
I wanted to get you a new gun. He knew all about them.
You know how ignorant I am.
Buying that letter was a criminal offense, wasn't it?
It's not the sort of thing a respectable lawyer does...
-... inordinarybusiness. -lt was a criminal offense.
Yes, it was.
I might be disbarred for it.
Then why did you do it?
You, of all people?
What were you trying to save me from?
Leslie, you knew I was buying a gun from Cameron.
Why make me a present of another?
How should I know you were buying a gun?
-l told you. -l'd forgotten.
-l can't remember everything. -You hadn't forgotten.
What do you mean, Robert?
Why are you talking to me like this?
Who has the letter now?
Have you got it?
-Yes. -Where is it?
It's not your letter or mine, Bob.
I've got to pay $ 1 0,000 for that letter, and by heaven, I'm going to see it.
Let him see it.
What does it mean?
No, no. Wait.
What does it mean?
It means that I was in love with Geoff Hammond.
-No! -We'd been in love for years.
-l don't believe it. -We used to meet constantly.
Once or twice a week. Not a soul had the smallest suspicion.
Every time I met him, I hated myself.
And yet I lived for the moment when I'd see him again.
It was horrible.
There was never an hour when I was at peace, when I wasn't reproaching myself.
I was like a person who is sick with some disease and doesn't want to get well.
Even my agony was a kind of joy.
Then there came a time about a year ago when he began to change toward me.
I didn't know what was the matter. I was frantic.
I made scenes. I threw myself at his feet. Leslie.
Then I heard about that... .
That native woman.
I couldn't believe it. I wouldn't believe it!
At last I saw her.
Saw her walking in the village with those hideous spangles...
... thatchalkypaintedface...
... andthoseeyeslikeacobra 'seyes.
But I couldn't give him up.
I sent for him. You read the letter.
We'd always been so careful about writing before...
... butthistime,Ididn 'tcare .
I hadn't seen him for 1 0 days.
He came to see me. I told him I'd heard about his marriage.
He denied it. I was frantic.
I don't know what I said to him.
I hated him because he made me despise myself.
I insulted him. I cursed him.
I was beside myself.
At last, he turned on me.
He told me he was sick and tired of me... ... thatitwastrue about that other woman...
... thatshewasthe onlyone that meant anything.
He was glad I knew because now I'd leave him alone.
He got up, and I knew if he left, I'd never see him again...
... soI seizedtherevolverandfired .
Heard a cry, and I knew I'd hit him.
He staggered toward the veranda...
... andI ranafterhim and fired and fired and fired.
There's no excuse for me.
I don't deserve to live.
I'm sorry.
He's going to forgive you.
Yes.
He's going to forgive me.
Leslie?
Leslie?
Yes. Come in.
-They're waiting. -l'm sorry, Dorothy.
It took me rather a long time to dress.
It's a lovely dress.
My dear, you look like a young girl.
-Just out of... .
-Prison?
Leslie, darling, I never saw anyone like you, ever.
-You remember the Camerons, don't you? -Of course. Glad to see you.
Thank you very much.
Leslie, this is Lt. Greene. He's been very impatient to meet you.
There's Janie, darling.
Please.
-Crosbie, old man, congratulations. -Thanks.
Give me a whiskey and soda.
Leslie looks wonderful. I never saw her looking better.
You must be relieved that this awful business is over.
I don't know if you remember me.
Of course I do. How are you?
-l'm fine, thanks. -How do you do, captain?
-l say, would you care to dance?
-l'd love to. Thank you.
I won't mention it again. You must want to forget the whole subject.
But I can't get over the way you gave your evidence.
Everything so exact, down to the smallest detail, you know?
I'll never forget the night it happened. I don't mind telling you I was upset.
My first case, you know. Quite a beginning one.
Do you mind if we sit down?
No. No, of course not.
The most beautiful plantation in Sumatra.
Three thousand acres, young trees. Belongs to a Malacca Chinese. He's forced to sell.
-Sounds good. -Always wanted a fine plantation...
... onethatIcouldwork formyself and for my family.
-This is the one. -Where do you ship from?
It's near a good harbor, five, six miles only.
I could ship my rubber for less money. Ought to get ahead fast.
In five, 1 0 years, I can travel, do anything I please.
I'll visit you boys in Singapore.
Bob, how about a little fresh air?
Not now, Howard. Maybe later.
I'm telling these boys about my new plantation.
I didn't tell you about the bungalow.
Beautiful!
Large veranda, shade trees all around. There are three bungalows.
Two smaller ones. The Chinese planter had a funny idea. He had three wives...
... niceMalaygirls,and hekept ahouse for each wife, but none for himself.
-That is a plantation.
-l wouldn't mind a place like that.
For me, the one house will do.
We shall miss Singapore.
Our friends are here, and we've had some fine times.
No English in that part of Sumatra, only Dutch and natives.
It's going to be lonely, but we'll get used to it.
There'll be the two of us.
But my wife's a good sport. Always can count on her.
She's not afraid of anything.
We'll have each other. That's the important thing, isn't it?
Would you excuse me, please? --to Leslie when she first came out. Remember?
Because there's always a little group that insists on staying.
You look dead tired. Need a good night's rest.
-Good night. Say good night to Leslie. -Good night.
-Sorry if l-- -lt's all right.
-Good night, Bob.
-Good night, Howard.
We should make a fairly early start in the morning, don't you think?
I sent for my large bag.
We can put some of your things in it in case your bag is crowded.
In fact, I'll pack for you, if you want. I know how you hate it.
Darling, you've done something to this sleeve.
A cigarette burn. That's what it is. And your new coat too.
Your tailor can fix it, have it rewoven.
I won't pack it now.
We'll stop at the tailor's tomorrow on our way home.
Robert.
It's no use, is it?
We can't go on, can we?
I don't know. I can't say.
You're so kind and generous.
You should have the sort of wife you really deserve.
Through no fault of yours, I've failed you...
... wreckedyourlife.
I can't ask you to forgive me.
If you love a person...
... youcanforgiveanything.
So, what about you?
-Can you go on?
-l'll try. I'll really try.
-That isn't what I was asking. -l'll do everything to make you happy.
That's not enough, unless... .
Leslie, tell me.
Now.
This minute.
Do you love me?
Yes, I do.
-No!
I can't, I can't, I can't!
-Leslie, what is it?
Leslie, what is it?
With all my heart, I still love the man I killed!
Oh, no!
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Fair seat, bad hands, mount not sufficiently schooled.
Disqualified.
Here's the California cockerel. Ten pesos he clears 'em all.
Cleanly?
Taken.
Grow wings, my friend.
Ten pesos, if you please.
Maybe you've forgotten that in California they use horses for cradles.
- Well done, señor.
- And all I did was sit on his back.
Oh, three carrots after his oats tonight, Manuel.
- You go to an affair of the court, señor?
- No, of the heart.
- Something is wrong.
- The face, man. The face.
Why the fine feathers?
A señorita who'd put St Anthony on the griddle. We're to meet...
Have you forgotten that you cross swords with Lieutenant Cortez at three o'clock?
Santa María! It slipped my mind.
Why do I have to meet every swordsman in Madrid?
Everyone enjoys a certain amount of fighting, but why does everyone pick on me?
It's become a distinction to assail a California cockerel.
You pink them slightly in the arm and shoulder and they boast of having met you.
Cadet Vega, the commandant wishes to see you in his office at once.
Good. You see, I can't possibly fight the fellow now. Explain that to him, will you?
But tell him I'll meet him tomorrow.
Señores, your attention, please.
I'm buying wine for all.
Come on, come on. It's your last chance to fill up on me.
Last chance?
What do you mean?
My father has ordered me home. The commandant just told me.
- I sail on the first ship from Lisbon.
- To California?
- But what about your commission here?
- I'll have to give that up.
What's California like?
Are the Indians troublesome?
- No.
- Then who is there to fight?
No one.
Then what will you do with this spur of yours, my cockerel?
This.
Leave it there.
And when you see it, think of me, in a land of gentle missions, happy peons, sleepy caballeros, and everlasting boredom.
Wine!
A toast, señores.
To California, where a man can only marry, raise fat children, and watch his vineyards grow.
- How are the vineyards? Bearing well?
- By some miracle the grapes remain sweet.
Why so gloomy?
People cannot sing with hatred in their hearts, señor.
- Hatred for whom?
- The alcalde, may his soul burn in hell.
The alcalde?
A kinder, better man never lived.
You don't know him, señor.
I should know him. He's my father.
Well... I said it, and I won't deny it.
I've taken 20 lashes before for a slip of the tongue.
Row, row. Get me to shore.
- Buenos días, señor.
- Buenos días.
- I'm honoured. How can I serve you?
- A glass of your best wine.
- You are a stranger in these parts, señor?
- No, not exactly.
I was born and raised not far from here.
I am the son of the alcalde.
Where can I get a carriage to drive me to Los Angeles?
- Wake up! Didn't you hear me?
- Sí, señor.
This way, señor.
Pedro! Pedro, here is a caballero who would employ you.
He is the son of His Excellency, the alcalde.
I want to be driven to Los Angeles.
I have some boxes and a portmanteau on the wharf.
I'll pay you well.
Well, stop staring at me. Will you drive me or not?
What's come over this country?
Have you all gone mad?
Listen, you. Find speech, or I'll cut out your tongue.
Oh, please. You are too late, señor. Your good father has already attended to that.
- My father?
What are you talking about?
- I'm sorry.
But at a meeting of the peons, this man spoke against the heavy taxes.
The next day, the soldiers of His Excellency cut out his tongue. I swear it is true.
Therefore, until we receive the reinforcements promised us...
Huh?
So people can still laugh in California. I'd begun to think they'd lost the habit.
- Your name?
- He claims to be the son of the alcalde.
I claim nothing. I am Diego Vega, son of His Excellency, Don Alejandro.
And this, although I find it greatly changed, is my home.
Your pardon, I'd not heard of your returning. Welcome to California.
I'm Capitán Esteban Pasquale, military aid to the alcalde.
I'm honoured, Capitán, but bewildered.
Tell me, why has my father turned his home into a barracks?
Conditions have changed since you left, Don Diego. Your father... resigned.
Age, you know. Since then, the peons have become more... more industrious.
As to the caballeros, they're encouraged to think of their own affairs.
We take care of the government.
I see.
I see. Tell me, who holds the office now?
- Don Luis Quintero. I'll take you to him.
- I'd like to see my family. Where are they?
At your old hacienda.
But Don Luis won't allow me to let you go without a welcome from him.
I'm quite sure that you... you'll save me a reprimand.
How could I refuse a man with a naked sword in his hand?
So a wit has come to Los Angeles. Carry out your orders, Sergeant.
Sí, mi capitán.
Foolish habit of mine.
Some men play with a glove, or a monocle, or a snuffbox.
Churchmen finger their beads. I toy with a sword.
Do you fancy the weapon?
I know very little about it, my dear capitán.
Swordplay is such a violent business.
So, this bird killed the black-breasted red?
- Yes, Your Excellency.
- Was it a bloody battle?
At the side of the pit, all the people were covered with blood.
Pity I missed it. What are you asking for him?
Oh, this is a noble bird. Well tested.
I'm asking 40 pesos for him, Excellency.
40 pesos? Esteban! This cheating dog should have his taxes raised.
Oh, no, Your Excellency. The bird is yours, as a gift.
Not one centimo will he cost you.
That's a better attitude. Much better. Turn him over to my handlers.
Señor.
And what caballero is this?
Or is he some young lord from Spain?
A good guess, Excellency. He's just from Spain.
This is Don Diego Vega, son of your respected predecessor.
I thought such fabric came from Madrid. Must have cost you plenty?
The caballero is here for words of welcome, not to discuss the price of his clothes.
Of course, to be sure.
Welcome back, young sir. Regard this house as still your home.
- I thank Your Excellency.
- Luis! Luis!
A ship is in from Spain. The shops will have something worth looking at.
- I need...
- Money, money, money. It's always money.
Luis, I don't know this caballero.
- He's off your precious ship from Spain.
- How delightful.
Will one of you ill-mannered boors present him?
Don Diego Vega. Señora Inez de Quintero.
- My wife, señor.
- Señora.
Your Excellency is a very fortunate man.
I'm not so sure. She thinks pesos grow on mulberry trees.
Your husband was also fascinated by the caballero's... clothes.
We're overwhelmed by the latest fashions.
And no wonder. What is there here to interest a woman?
I long for the life you've been leading. The gaiety and splendour of Madrid and the court.
Patience, my love. You'll see it all someday.
Doubtless, when I'm an old hag.
That catastrophe could never overtake you, señora.
Did you hear?
How easily he makes pretty speeches.
I regret, señora, that...
You were saying, Don Diego?
Oh, yes.
I was saying that I must tear myself away and make some speeches to my father and mother.
Don't leave me to these barbarians.
Come to the shops with me and help me make my selections.
Oh, you... you tempt me, señora.
I love the shimmer of satin and silk, the matching of one delicate shade against the other.
Then there's the choosing of scents and lotions - attar of rose, carnation, crushed lily... and musk.
- As for ornaments and jewels...
- But Don Diego must see his parents.
Too true. Duty rather than pleasure.
Excellency. Capitán.
- Señora.
- I'll see you to the door.
That's one little peacock that won't give us any trouble.
You think not?
The capitán is jealous. The fop has pricked the fencing master. Touché.
I don't like such jests. Your eye might fail you.
It's possible.
- Who was that?
- Oh, no one you know.
Someone new. Very charming.
He must be, from the colour in your cheeks.
At last, after all these months in this dreary place, someone who knows the newest fashions, the latest dances, how to flatter a woman.
- When can I meet him?
- Listen to the child.
You're much too young to cope with his sort. Why do you allow her to wear that mantilla?
It makes her look like a woman grown.
I am a woman grown. I'll be 18 my next birthday.
Carmen Castellano is younger and already wed.
Carmen Castellano. Her grandmother was a peon.
Such riffraff wed when they like.
You have the blood of the hidalgos in your veins.
Keep it cool, my girl, or I'll whisk you into a convent.
I pity your poor mount, Sergeant. Such a heavy whip.
Do you think I'd strike a good mare with this? It would ruin her, break her spirit.
See? She didn't flick an ear.
She knows. We are collecting taxes from the peons today.
And you use that little... switch on the taxpayers?
Only when they are stubborn.
When you come to collect my taxes, Sergeant, I won't be stubborn, I promise you.
- Turn right in here, driver.
- Adiós, señor.
Adiós.
- Oh, Mother.
- Diego!
My son. My baby.
Mother.
- Hello, María.
- I'm so happy to see you.
Good old Juan, fat as ever.
Hello, Manuel. And José. Where's Father?
In the study with Fray Felipe. Come, he's longing to see you.
- Take Don Diego's things to his room.
- Sí, señora.
I tell you, these conditions are beyond bearing.
This whole district, from the hills of Verdugo to the shores of Del Rey, is a stench in the nostrils of heaven.
- I know, I know. - You know, yes, but what do you do about it?
- Nothing.
- What can...? Diego!
- Father.
- Diego.
My boy.
Padre.
Welcome back to your home and my heart, Diego.
- Oh, Padre, I've missed your wise counsel.
- Not too greatly, I suspect.
You remember Don Miguel and Don José?
- Señores.
- Have you returned to steal more melons?
Melons?
This scamp and my scapegrace son crept into my garden and gorged themselves on my seed melons one year.
Oh, but God punished us, Don Miguel. We were visited by the father of all bellyaches.
But he's ripe for more than boyish pranks now, Alejandro.
- I feel good muscle here.
- Arms, muscle. You men!
Madre de Dios, is he without a face?
Can't you see he's even better-looking than when he left?
You should've seen me when I approached the Spanish throne.
I looked like a frightened gopher.
More like a young angel, I'm sure.
An angel, that's what we need in California now.
- An angel with a flaming sword.
- Please don't start that.
- He didn't come home to get himself killed.
- Hold your tongue. Go to your women.
Leave my son to me. Sit down, Diego.
What is all this, Father?
Well, I am no longer alcalde.
In my place is a man...
In his place sits a viper so foul and black...
To be alone with him for five minutes, five little minutes!
Long enough to tear his windpipe out of his throat.
God forgive me.
- Why did you resign in the first place?
- I was forced out of office.
They threatened to burn the homes of the peons.
- And now he sits here doing nothing, when...
- Enough, Felipe. Enough.
The friar urges me to lead the caballeros in a revolt which would surely fail against a garrison of trained soldiers.
Even if I thought it would succeed, I'd refuse.
- But why, Father?
- Because the law is the law, my son.
I won't rebel against a government I served for 30 years.
But that government is now vile and corrupt.
I know, but two wrongs don't make a right, and never will.
- That is my feeling also.
- Sometimes, one must fight fire with fire.
I am a Vega. I will not follow the lawless footsteps of Luis Quintero.
- Nor will my son. - No.
No, no, of course not, Father.
Oh, by the way, I went directly from the ship to our old home.
I met Señor Quintero and his charming wife. I found them very pleasant and agreeable.
Pleasant scorpions. Agreeable rattlesnakes.
Oh, Padre. The alcalde spoke with great respect of you, Father.
I must admit he hasn't troubled me or my flocks so far.
Well, that being the case, why get overly excited in this heat?
Oh, I know I'm going to miss the scented breezes of Spain.
Then you believe we should not be moved by injustice and cruelty until it touches us?
But, my dear Padre, such things exist in the world and always will.
By the way, I took up sleight of hand while I was in Madrid.
It's all the rage just now. Watch closely.
To think that the boy that I helped to raise, the boy that I taught to hold a firm wrist behind a true point, has turned into a puppy!
Bah!
How vexatious. Well, I must go and remove the dust of travel.
Adiós, señores. I'll see you later, Father.
Stay where you are.
Put this up.
Put it up! Be quick about it.
Back to the barracks!
Cuidado, muchachos!
- Zorro.
- Zorro.
I don't understand why you insist on this stupid drive.
And without an escort.
I have my reasons.
Suppose you share them with me.
Look. Gold.
An agent of the Bank of Madrid is meeting us in a quiet inn.
This goes to Spain. For us, my love, for us.
I see. How stupid of me. A military guard would...
Let our friend Esteban know about this transaction.
- Of course, he would have claimed his share.
- I'm afraid so.
Don't move if you want to live.
A bandit.
I have distressing news for Your Excellency.
I had a drinking bout with the agent of the Bank of Madrid.
While in his cups, the fellow was somewhat indiscreet. A drunken man is untrustworthy.
I will act for him. Hand it over.
- And now, that little trinket.
- You would rob a woman?
- I can't afford gallantries.
- I refuse.
Quickly, señora. I should hate to mark such a lovely cheek.
This time, Excellency, I take only your money. Next time...
Adiós.
- Zorro.
- What a nice, quiet study, Your Excellency.
I like a quiet room. Very quiet.
What do you want?
A little talk with you, that's all - if we come to an understanding.
Do you think the climate in Spain will agree with you?
Why... why do you ask?
Because you're either going there or to a place you might not like so well.
Which will it be?
- Spain.
- It's a very wise choice.
Now to the matter of your successor. What do you think of Don Alejandro?
He's had experience.
What does it matter to me?
Nothing. But to the people of this district, a great deal.
When you resign, you'll appoint him as your successor.
As you wish.
This will remind you that I have been here once, and can return.
- Close your eyes.
- What are you going to do?
What... what's that?
That's the point of my sword against your throat.
Don't move until I take it away.
What if I faint?
You won't.
What's this?
Are you trying to commit suicide?
- Speak up. What's the matter?
- Esteban, Esteban.
Esteban, he was here.
- Who was here? - Zo...
- Zorro.
- Ridiculous.
- Your fears have addled your brain.
- I tell you, he was here, in this very room.
Hey! Anybody pass by this way?
No one, mi capitán.
- Has anyone entered this room?
- His Excellency and yourself.
- Anyone else?
- No, mi capitán.
Do you need any more proof?
You must have fallen asleep and dreamed it.
Did I dream that?
- Sergeant! - Capitán.
Turn out the guard.
Zorro is somewhere on the grounds. Find him!
Sí, mi capitán.
I still can't believe the fellow was here.
If you'd had a sword at your throat, perhaps you'd believe it.
- How did he get in?
- I'd like to know that.
- It's your business to find out.
- What did he say?
He wants me in Spain and Vega in my place.
Vega?
Now we have something. This Zorro is a caballero.
A brigand wouldn't concern himself with Vega.
It would serve you right if I did go to Spain.
And give up 50,000 pesos a year?
I can't collect it if I'm dead. And you get a third for protecting me.
But what protection!
You can't keep even one mad dog off my neck.
Can't I?
I'll find him, I promise you.
In the meantime, I'll put a solid wall of men around this house.
- I can't afford to lose you, my dear Luis.
- No, you can't. Your pickings end
- if anything happens to me.
- That's exactly what I meant... Excellency.
Blessed Mother, send someone to take me from this dreary place.
Someone I can love and respect.
Let him be kind and brave.
And... handsome, please, dear Mother.
Fray Ramón, I... I didn't see you when I came in.
I'm not Fray Ramón. I'm Fray Pablo, from the mission.
I've just been spending the evening with Fray Ramón.
Father, I was asking the Holy Mother to save me from a convent.
- Is that a sin?
- The sin would be in sending you to one.
- I don't understand.
- Well, a young girl with your...
I... just think that you would probably be more useful outside a convent than in.
- You mean in serving God?
- Yes, yes, of course. In a... way.
In what way?
Well, the Church must have sons and daughters, you know, if she is to flourish.
- Do you follow me?
- Well, I... I think so.
- You mean that I might marry and...
- Yes, yes, exactly.
Strong sons and fine daughters to the glory of God.
I was praying just now for a husband.
You were? Fine.
I mean, it's quite natural at your age, my child.
Yes, but it's not natural for a girl of my age to long for a husband to rescue her.
- From what?
- Father, will you sit here and talk to me for a little while?
I'm troubled, deeply.
I want to leave this lonely place. I want to meet young people.
Girls of my own age. No one ever comes here.
The caballeros avoid this place like the pest house.
- Why?
- They... they hate my Uncle Luis.
You know, I... I feel that there's something wrong about him.
Decidedly wrong. What do you think?
Well, if people hate him as you say, you have your answer there.
Then I was right. Perhaps I should be glad my Aunt Inez is sending me to a convent.
No, no, don't be glad about that.
I mean, probably your aunt feels that that atmosphere is better for a young girl,
- but I'm convinced...
- Oh, Inez? Oh, no.
- No, that's not why she's sending me. - No?
No.
María says she's jealous.
She says it's because I'm... well, good-looking.
María has excellent eyesight.
Thank you, Father, but... are you sure?
No one except María ever says I'm pretty.
Pretty?
Why, you are more radiant, more lovely than a morning in June.
You... you really think that?
- With all my heart.
- Oh, I've never heard such words before.
They make me almost lose my breath.
You should hear such words every hour of the day.
You're not in the least like Fray Ramón.
You talk so strangely.
You're not a padre. You're an impostor. You're wearing a sword.
Lolita! Lolita! Lolita, we've been looking everywhere for you.
Zorro broke into the house and threatened your uncle.
They think he's hiding close by.
Come along. Oh, lock the doors after we leave, Fray Ramón.
The beast may try to rob the altar.
Good night... Padre.
Oh, Padre, you dropped something.
There he is!
There! There!
- Ernesto Romero.
- Sí, señor.
- Three pesos.
- Tres pesos.
Joaquín Valdez.
Three pesos.
- Manuel Villa.
- Sí, señor.
- Four pesos.
- Four pesos?
- Sí, señor.
- Sebastián Moreno.
- Nine pesos.
- Señor, I cannot pay so much.
I swear, it will leave me without a centavo.
- Nine pesos.
- But, señor, we will starve.
- How can I feed my family?
- Nine pesos.
Señor, please, I beg of you. My little girl...
No, no, no, no, no.
That's all.
I'll relieve you of that, Sergeant.
I'll take that.
Get back.
After him!
- Hear our prayer.
- Lord, hear our prayer.
And drive far away from it...
And drive far away from it...
- all the snares of the enemy.
- all the snares of the enemy.
And let thy holy angels dwell therein
And let thy holy angels dwell therein
- to keep us at peace. - to keep us at peace.
- And may thy blessings
- And may thy blessings
- be upon us always.
- be upon us always.
- Amen.
- Amen.
Benedictio Dei omnipotentis,
Patris et Filii et Spiritus Sancti, descendat super vos et maneat semper.
Amen.
Viva María
Muera el pecado
Y Jesús sea siempre glorificado
Y Jesús sea siempre glorificado
Good evening, Padre.
It was so dull at home, and I remembered that you played a fair game of chess.
So I took the liberty of riding over and setting up the men.
Diego...
What's the meaning of this?
How dare you!
We are after Zorro. He rode towards the mission.
- Good evening, Sergeant.
- Good evening, señor.
- Zorro, you say? What's he done now?
- Enough to get himself hanged.
- Have you seen him?
- I have only this moment left the chapel.
- How long have you been here, señor?
- Some little time. It seems like hours.
I've been waiting to play chess with the good padre.
- It's a dull game, but what can one do?
- You have seen or heard nothing? Of Zorro?
Oh, heaven spare me.
My blood chills at the thought.
Out of here! Search the grounds.
What's disturbing you, Padre?
Thoughts of that bandit?
- Puppy!
- Oh, my dear Padre, really.
When I think of what one man, single-handed, has accomplished against these devils, and see you, the last of the Vegas, trembling at the very mention of his name, why, I could...
Can't you even listen to what I'm saying?
Ordinarily, I'd drink in every word you say, Padre, but just now...
Thank you, Mother.
- Quick, hide this plunder.
- Plunder?
Well, don't stand there gaping at me like a fish. Put it away.
- What is this?
- It's some of the alcalde's gold.
Oh, and this I took from his charming wife. It's pretty, don't you think?
You took it?
Have you seen this one, Padre?
Zorro.
So my old mentor has no more wit than the rest of them?
Are you trying to make me the receiver of stolen goods?
No, Padre, the dispenser.
This gold was wrung from the peons. It's up to us to restore it to them.
My boy.
My boy!
My Diego!
Padre.
Then you will lead your people against these scorpions? No.
No, we'd be no match for a garrison of trained troops. My father was right about that.
But you must have had the alcalde at your mercy when you took the gold from him.
I would have snuffed him out like a candle. God forgive me.
It would accomplish nothing. Another just like him would take his place.
I see.
I see everything.
Diego, don't deceive your father any longer.
- It's not fair to him.
- I don't like doing it, Padre, believe me.
But I must.
My father is such a stickler for law and order, he might spoil all the fun.
But what do you hope to achieve all alone, taking his money?
Oh, no. But I may be able to persuade him to resign and name my father in his place.
- Amusing, don't you think?
- If you live.
Doña Inez begs you to make yourself comfortable. She'll be down shortly.
- Thank you.
- Oh, what's this? What's this?
- Don Diego Vega.
- Oh, yes, Don Diego.
Well... what can I do for you?
Have you forgotten that you urged me to regard this house as still my home?
Oh, did I?
It's good of you to remember the offer, but didn't you have trouble getting in? No, I had a note from Doña Inez asking me to ride with her this morning, and I just showed it to the sentries.
Excellent, excellent.
Come into my study till my wife appears.
It's been Esteban's privilege to ride with her each morning.
Tell me, why is this house so closely guarded?
I swear I saw a full company around it.
- I wish there were twice as many.
- Their clatter would drive me to distraction.
I find it reassuring.
Let me show you something, young man.
Look.
Madre de Dios. The mark of Zorro.
He came here one night.
He threatened my life and left that.
I should be petrified.
He's mad, of course. Quite mad.
- You think so?
- Of course.
There was a case in Madrid, almost identical.
This fellow's mark was a cross. He was a madman.
Cunning beyond belief. They always are.
He killed 40 people.
Slit their throats from ear to ear.
Warned them first, you know, and then...
Santa María.
It's a pity your sense of duty keeps you here, Excellency.
- Frightful risk.
- Sense of duty?
Oh, yes. Yes, of course.
I'm so sorry to have kept you, Don Diego. Esteban was surly about our little ride.
I'd promised the morning to him, it seems.
Señora, your invitation was like a smile from heaven.
- I was positively suffocating with boredom.
- Then let's fly. I'm dying for a canter.
Oh, goodbye, Luis. Don't work too hard.
- Goodbye, Excellency. - Goodbye, goodbye.
Esteban, that young Vega just told me a horrible tale about a madman in Madrid, like this Zorro.
- He thinks I run a great risk by staying here. - Forget your fears.
I have a plan.
Yes?
What is it?
Don Alejandro is the leader of the caballeros.
This Zorro wants you to appoint him in your place. What do you gather from that?
Well, go on.
Doesn't it suggest to you that Zorro is the tool of Don Alejandro?
Perhaps, but how can we prove it?
We can at least help the situation. - How?
- Form an alliance with Don Alejandro.
That's impossible. You know Vega's attitude.
Perfectly, but Lolita should have a husband.
What could be stronger than a matrimonial alliance?
Royal families keep the peace of Europe in bridal beds.
Diego and Lolita.
Not bad.
Not bad at all.
Oh, Diego, talking with you is like a drink of cool water in the desert.
- Oh, it's a pity.
- What, Diego?
- No, no. I mustn't make you discontented. - Oh, please.
Of what were you thinking?
I was just thinking how you're being wasted here.
Your beauty, your gift for words, your perfect poise.
You were born for something higher, more civilised than this provincial life.
I know.
- May I tell you something, Diego? - Anything.
Yes, of course I may.
I felt from the moment we met that we...
Diego, Esteban is urging me to leave my husband and go to Spain with him.
- Oh, but my dear, no.
- But I'm dying here.
Go to Spain, but not with Esteban.
With whom, then, Diego?
- With your husband.
- My husband?
- Go to romantic, beautiful Spain with Luis?
- Well, let me explain.
As the wife of the one-time alcalde of Los Angeles, you'd be received at court.
But as the companion of a second-rate soldier of fortune,
- you'd be completely ostracised.
- Oh, I see.
But Luis at court, imagine.
But, in Spain, the husbands of adorable ladies are merely background.
- But I'd be lost among so many. - Not you.
You'd need only one "friend" to introduce you into the proper circles.
But I have no such friend in Madrid.
Who knows? I don't intend to remain in California for ever.
Oh, Diego.
- What you suggest is utterly impossible.
- I'll give the girl a dowry of 20,000 pesos. - No.
- 25,000.
Are you buying my son, Señor Quintero?
- There's the practical side to consider. - It doesn't enter into this.
You come here on a friendly mission with half a company of troops.
Not to threaten you, Don Alejandro. It's because of this Zorro.
Zorro is only a symptom. This whole district is bleeding under your vile administration.
I won't condone it by marriage between our families.
In that case, my friendly attitude will cease.
Buenas tardes, Excellency.
What is all this fatiguing turmoil about?
His Excellency has offered a marriage between his niece Lolita and you, Diego.
His niece?
How flattering.
But why should that cause an argument on a hot day like this?
Your father resents my efforts to make the people here more...
- industrious than under his regime.
- Grinding them into poverty
- to line your own pockets is hardly...
- Oh, politics, politics.
- What have they to do with my marriage?
- You'd marry into the family...
Well, how can I tell until I've seen her?
She may look like her uncle.
Quite right. I...
Oh, no, Diego. She's a sweet little dove.
It would desolate us to have her leave the nest.
If she were Venus, she'd still be his niece.
Yes, but I'm not marrying His Excellency.
- Oh.
- Diego, don't you think the wishes of your father, in this sort of matter, should be considered?
But I had no say in my father's marriage. Why should he try to instruct me in mine? Exactly.
Will you dine with us tonight, Diego? - Charmed.
- We'll expect you at eight o'clock.
Adiós, señora.
Diego, Diego, what have you done?
Oh, it will be all right, Mother. No matter what you think now, please don't worry.
This was your doing, you sly beast. You gave Luis the idea of this match.
An alliance for the good of the state, my dear.
It's been fashionable since the dawn of history.
Oh, María, my knees are shaking.
Yes, yes, that is natural.
- Shall I bow, or give him my hand to kiss? - Both.
First the hand, then the bow.
It's 20 minutes past the hour. What can be keeping him?
Don Diego Vega.
- Well, well, well, here you are at last.
- Excellency.
I was afraid that you might have been waylaid by that Zorro fellow.
Oh, heaven spare me. Señora.
- I am dazzled.
- And here is our little dove.
Lolita.
- I am honoured, señor.
- Charmed, I'm sure.
May I present Señora María de López?
- Señora.
- Señor.
You'll forgive me for being late, señora. They heated the water for my bath too early.
It was positively tepid. By the time more was carried and properly scented...
- Life can be trying, don't you think? - Yes.
- Oh, please.
- Courage, courage.
Well, shall we dine?
Come, Diego.
His bath was tepid!
Poor Lolita. I'm afraid her wedded life will be the same.
Please do that again.
As you wish. Observe closely.
- Amazing.
- Quite simple.
- Have you seen this one? - No.
Now, observe very closely.
- Frightfully amusing.
- Yes, I did this one for His Majesty.
It must be heavenly at court.
It's the one bearable spot on earth, my dear.
Oh, speaking of that Zorro, could you provide me with an escort home?
On the way here, I fancied that cutthroat lurking in every shadow.
- I was positively unnerved.
- How distressing!
Apparently you don't approve of my request.
But you called her hero a cutthroat.
Santa María! Have you met the fellow?
I've never so much as seen his face.
I happen to admire courage.
Dashing about with a cutlass is out of fashion.
- Hasn't been done since the Middle Ages.
- It seems to be quite effective.
He is like a lion among a lot of frightened sheep.
A madman, that's what he is. A madman.
Undoubtedly.
Capitán, you seem to regard that poor fruit as an enemy.
A rival.
My dear Esteban is for ever thrusting at this and that.
He used to be a fencing instructor in Barcelona.
How exhausting.
- I didn't find it so.
- Then why did you give it up?
I had the misfortune to kill a man of influence.
A lady was involved, I believe.
The gentleman's wife, no doubt?
Just how did you mean that, señor?
I'd hoped to be amusing. Have I failed?
Somewhat. With me.
Oh, what are the new dance steps?
You know them all, I suppose.
- I'm afraid so.
- I would so love to have you show me.
Gladly.
- Inez would enjoy it more, señor.
- Nonsense, my child. Dance with him.
Play "El Sombrero Blanco".
Es posible padre mio
Que yo venga a padecer
Y que venga a pasar trabajos
Por causa de una mujer
Deja que te ponga mi sombrero blanco
Deja que te ponga mi sombrero azul
Deja como un niño dormirte en mis brazos
Deja que te cante arrú arrú arrú arrú
Deja que te ponga mi sombrero blanco
Deja que te ponga mi sombrero azul
Deja como un niño dormirte en mis brazos
Deja que te cante arrú arrú arrú
I never dreamed dancing could be so wonderful.
I found it rather fatiguing.
If you'll excuse me, señor, I wish to retire. So sorry.
- What's got into the girl?
- Who knows?
- Our little dove has flown.
- I don't like it.
You're not serious about this marriage. You can't be.
But it's perfect. You and I could be seen together anywhere in Madrid without the slightest danger of gossip.
- Excellency, your niece is charming. - A sweet child.
May I plead with you for her hand in marriage?
A refusal would crush me.
She's yours, my dear Diego, with all my blessings.
Who's there?
- Zorro!
- I have a confession to make. - Go.
You'll be caught.
- I must talk to you.
Madre de Dios.
What do you mean by running away from the man to whom I've promised you in marriage?
- You... you've done that without asking me?
- What do you know about such things?
And it's time that you understood that...
- Who's that?
- No one.
Forgive me, my dear. I've been an old fool.
You seem to know how to handle these matters much better than your Uncle Luis.
You? !
Don't come in here.
I have something important to say to you.
You, pretending to be Zorro. I don't care to hear anything you have to say.
So unlock that door and go.
I'm glad to see you took the advice I gave you in the chapel. - Chapel?
- About not hiding such beauty in a convent.
What did you say?
You're more lovely, more radiant than a morning in June.
Oh, no, surely I must be dreaming.
- You are Zorro.
- Yes, Lolita.
In order to accomplish what I set out to do, I've had to deceive people, including you.
Oh, yes, I... I see.
I understand. You don't have to explain.
You came to say that asking to marry me was part of the game.
Oh, no, chiquita, no. That's the one real thing about this whole masquerade.
- Oh, go quickly.
- Ride with me tomorrow.
Oh, yes, yes, but go.
Diego, be careful.
Lolita! Open the door!
Yes, I'm coming.
You seem upset, my dear.
Have you been crying?
- Yes, I have.
- I understand.
This marriage was your uncle's idea. The man's not your type.
He's far too sophisticated.
- You really think so, Inez? - Beyond a question.
I saw how he affected you tonight. My heart bled for you, my dear.
When you tell Luis you'll have none of this marriage, you can count on my full support. Well, I...
I hardly know what to say.
Uncle Luis has done so much for me. Nonsense.
He has no right to expect you to spoil your life.
Oh, well. Any marriage is better than none, I suppose.
Perhaps I could learn to tolerate Diego.
Oh, I... I do so want to please Uncle Luis.
There's such a thing as carrying gratitude too far.
We can't ask you to spend your life with a man you think repulsive.
We'll talk of this again in the morning.
- Good night, my dear. - Good night.
Past midnight. He's not home yet.
- How can you read?
- It's the latest European styles.
- Bustles are coming in, it seems. - Bustles!
What is a bustle?
Oh, it's something to...
to build you up, here. Our only son in the clutches of those polecats, and you sit there, planning to decorate your...
- Alejandro!
- Well... There you are.
Why didn't you spend the entire night with your delightful friends?
What have you done about that girl? - Well?
How did you get out of it? - She's perfectly charming.
A lovely, unspoiled child.
You'll be delighted with her, Father.
I'll be delighted with her? What have you done?
Well, I've just taken the first steps towards making you a grandfather.
What?
What a son you bore me.
An alliance with those terrible people. Son, why did you do it?
- For the best reason in the world, Mother. - What is that?
- Lolita Quintero.
- She attracts you?
It's more than that.
From the day I first saw...
I thought you hadn't met her until tonight.
Well, I did catch a glimpse of her some time ago. And...
You're concealing something from us, son. I'm sure of it.
- It's time you went to bed. - Very well.
But, Diego, tell me as soon as you can.
I will, Mother.
- What's the meaning of that?
- Gonzales was collecting taxes.
A priest resisted. The fool gave him ten lashes.
- Send Gonzales to me. - I wish I could.
- What's to prevent it?
- The disappearance of Sergeant Gonzales. - He's gone?
Where?
- To Hades, I hope.
I'll collect the mission taxes myself from now on.
That should teach them.
What's that?
You!
- What's that?
- Sergeant Gonzales, Excellency.
- I think he's dead. - Dead?
Dead, you say?
He's alive.
He's got a Z on his chest.
Zorro.
- Padre.
- José.
- How is the little one? - She is well again.
I brought this to give thanks to the church.
Give thanks in your heart.
Buy milk for the child with this.
No, Padrecito. This is for the church.
Gracias. Gracias.
Gracias.
I come at precisely the right moment, it seems.
- I'll take that.
- These are the funds of the mission.
- The property of the Church.
- Not any longer.
Hand them over.
- I refuse.
- In that case, I shall take them.
You should have been a soldier rather than a churchman.
Santa María!
No wonder you chose the Church.
- Where did you get this? - I'll tell you nothing.
Run me through and have done with it.
No, my dear Padre. We shall presently hang you. Come on.
If you marry that girl, you leave this house for ever.
It might be rather amusing to live with the Quinteros.
Oh, if I'd only left him in Spain.
Wait till you see her, Father. She's just like this blossom.
I'll never see her. I promise you that.
La Señorita Quintero.
- We are not at home. - I'm at home to the señorita.
Show her in.
- So you defy me, too?
- You're not being sensible, Alejandro.
- Father, this is Lolita.
- I am honoured, señor.
- And my mother, chiquita. - Señora.
Please forgive me, but could I...? Would it be possible to see you alone for a moment?
Señorita, will you answer me one question?
- Certainly, señor.
- Do you want to marry my son?
Why, yes. - Why?
- Well, I...
I love him, señor.
You are right, my son. She is like the flower.
Diego...
Something terrible has happened. They've arrested Fray Felipe.
They say he is Zorro and they are going to hang him.
- Where is he now?
- In the guardhouse at the barracks.
Oh, Diego, what can you do?
I don't know yet.
Look, so far I've only frightened your uncle.
This may mean that I'll have to do more than that. Do you understand?
But if that becomes necessary, will it make any difference between us?
Sentries! Sentries! There's someone in that chair.
What are you doing here?
- You frightened me half out of my wits.
- Oh, this is too much.
It's distressing enough to call on my betrothed and not find her at home.
- Now to be manhandled by these ruffians. - Leave us.
Leave us.
Where is Lolita?
No one seems to know.
Oh, riding, driving, walking. What does a young girl do?
Am I to understand that my betrothed is allowed to wander about the countryside without a duenna?
I protest, Your Excellency. I protest strongly.
I can't discuss that now.
Do you know this Zorro had an accomplice? A priest.
We arrested him today.
And another horrible thing happened to me this morning.
Gonzales was beaten half to death by this Zorro.
He shoved him over the wall right before my eyes.
How frightful.
But after all, it was harder on Gonzales.
Please, this is no time for jesting.
Perhaps that madman is lurking on the grounds right now.
What shall I do? What shall I do?
I offer rewards and nothing happens.
Well, he may change his mind about you.
Those creatures usually do, I believe.
He may decide to cut the throat of someone else.
- Must you always talk of throat-cutting?
- Oh, how thoughtless of me.
- What you need is a drop of brandy. - Brandy.
Yes, yes, brandy. It's gone.
I'm surrounded by idiots.
Stupid servants, stupid soldiers.
You know, I admire you tremendously.
Your courage, your fortitude.
Why, a weaker man would forget his civic duty and get away from all this.
- You rang, Your Excellency? - Yes, brandy.
- On the desk, Your Excellency.
- It's not on the desk. Bring some!
A situation of this sort would wreck my constitution in a week.
But then I haven't the iron nerve of Your Excellency.
Your Excellency, come! Come quickly! Something has happened in the cellar.
Guards! You, follow me!
Look!
Look, Your Excellency.
Zorro.
Here in the cellar, right below my study.
Look, here's his trail.
It goes this way.
It ends here.
He couldn't have gone through the wall.
He's not human. He's... Light my way out of here.
Diego. Diego, Diego.
You were right. You were right. I'll leave this cursed place.
I'll do as he asks. - Pen, paper.
- Here, Excellency.
A man should consider his wife.
Inez has... Inez has gone crazy over the idea of Madrid.
She's been at me night and day to take her there.
This should do it.
This should suit that maniac.
There, look it over.
That's very direct. But you forgot to sign.
- Sign what?
- My resignation, Esteban.
This Zorro will kill me if I stay.
You may escape him, but I will surely kill you if you write any more of these.
But, Esteban, I'm in danger. Grave danger. Diego here will bear me out.
You're in even greater danger than he thinks. So you tried to get gold out of the country?
If you ever again take one peso of mine, I'll cut your throat from ear to ear.
I must ask you to change the subject. He objects to talk of throat-cutting.
Quiet, you popinjay. I've no reason for letting you live either.
What a pleasant coincidence.
I feel exactly the same way about you, Capitán.
You wouldn't care to translate that feeling into action, would you?
I might be tempted, if I had a weapon.
Would you?
Now, please, gentlemen.
This is going much too far.
- It's only to serve you, Excellency.
- Ha! You have a champion, Luis.
And what a champion.
Now, gentlemen. Diego...
Esteban, why...?
Esteban, Est...
I'll make it short, and save you fatigue.
Esteban... Sentries! Sentries!
- No interference, Excellency, please.
- We have a hero with us.
- Are you all right, Diego?
- Ask the capitán.
Get out. Get out.
The fencing master has met his equal.
Careful!
- Are you tiring, Diego?
- No, Excellency, I'll take you on in a moment.
- It's a good effort, Capitán.
- My next will be better, my fancy clown.
- The capitán's blade is not so firm.
- Still firm enough to run you through.
I needed that scratch to awaken me.
He's dead. Well, he's been troublesome lately.
And you killed him, Diego.
Your Excellency, a secret stairway from the cellar. We just discovered it.
A secret stairway?
Leading here?
Yes, Your Excellency.
Good. Very good.
Excellent. You shall be rewarded.
Sentries. Sentries!
Keep that man covered.
Take him to the guardhouse and lock him in a cell.
The strongest cell you have.
Why arrest me, Excellency?
For three reasons. First, you have mud from the cellar on your boots.
Second, that secret stairway happens to be in your old home.
And third, you handle a sword like a devil from hell.
And that's exactly where you're going, Señor Zorro.
That's a pretty way to treat your future nephew, Uncle Luis.
No more of your wit. Take him away.
You, Morales!
Send the officer of the day to me. I want all caballeros and all peons summoned at once.
Yes, Your Excellency.
All caballeros are requested to report at the alcalde's residence immediately.
- At this hour?
Ridiculous!
- The alcalde's orders, señor.
Sergeant, assemble your men for firing-squad duty.
- But why did they arrest Diego?
- I don't know.
Luis won't tell me. He must have lost his mind.
Come in.
His Excellency requests you ladies to stay in your rooms tonight.
- Why?
- I cannot say. I was ordered to tell you.
Oh, Inez.
Firing squad, forward!
- Good evening.
- Why are we meeting here?
- What do you know about this, Alejandro?
- Nothing. I was forced to come here.
They must be up to something.
Good evening, señores. It's a pleasure to see you here.
Get to the point. Why drag us out of our homes at this hour?
To witness a delightful spectacle, my good Vega. You will find it particularly interesting.
I'm executing a caballero at midnight.
- What caballero?
- Who is it?
He's the man you selected from among you to defy me, to prey upon me, to threaten my life.
I brought you here to see him die as a lesson to the lot of you.
- I don't know what you're talking about.
You almost convince me.
Too bad you're about to lose the best actor among you.
But in a few moments, you'll see your precious Zorro shot.
There. Oh, Padre.
Now, observe very closely. Watch the candle.
Blow.
You should really see something worthwhile, like changing a copper coin into solid gold.
- Can you do that?
- The good padre here has seen me do it.
- Many times.
- It was a secret discovered by Merlin, in the 11th century.
It's been handed down through a long line of sorcerers to some of us living today.
You can change a centavo into gold?
- Easily.
- Please, señor, do that for me?
Oh, I am very weary. I must seek repose.
Oh, señor, señor, I have a wife and seven children, and the little I earn isn't enough for them.
Please, make gold for them and I'll pray for you. Please.
Well, if I must, I must.
- Now, hold the centavo in your closed fist.
- Sí, señor. Gracias.
Tightly now. Now, put your fist well through the bars.
- Sí.
- Cold iron will spoil everything.
Now, I take your fist gently. Like this.
- Oh, señor. - Now, open the door. Be quick about it.
- Come along now.
- Sí, señor.
Now, get in. Get down under there, close to the wall. And not a sound, remember.
Close the door, Padre.
Hide this in your robe.
Sit down.
And now, señores, you will behold the result of your rebellious plans.
Come in!
Here is Zorro the fox, safely trapped.
Diego? What is this?
- Hola, señores.
- What idiotic joke is this?
- As if you didn't know.
- Luis Quintero, you are a fool.
Zorro is a man. This is my worthless, trick-playing offspring.
Have you seen this one, Father?
Help! Help! Zorro is loose!
Síganme!
- Señores, are you with me?
- I am with you, Diego!
God forgive me.
God forgive me.
God forgive me.
Well, what a splendid audience you have. Peons, caballeros, everyone.
- It was thoughtful of you to have them here.
- What's happened?
Good evening, ladies. His Excellency is about to make an address.
Address?
Well... well, what shall I say?
You know. The little matter of your resignation.
Quiet! Quiet for His Excellency.
We're waiting, Excellency. Go on.
Good people of Los Angeles, owing to my ceaseless efforts to...
to improve conditions in the district... ..my health is endangered.
I have therefore decided to give up my office and go to Spain.
To succeed me as alcalde of this district, I am naming my illustrious predecessor,
Don Alejandro Vega.
And now, Your Excellency, I personally will accompany you to the wharf at San Pedro.
I wish to bless your voyage, and ask God to reward you according to your merits.
Spain. Spain!
Oh, Diego, when may we expect you and our dear little Lolita in Madrid?
Not for some time, I'm afraid. We'll follow the customs of California.
- What do you mean?
- We are going to marry and raise fat children and watch our vineyards grow.
Visiontext Subtitles:
When you wish upon a star
Makes no difference who you are
Anything your heart desires will come to you
If your heart is in your dreams
No request is too extreme
When you wish upon a star
As dreamers do
Fate is kind
She brings To those who love
The sweet fulfillment
Of their secret longing
Like a boat out of the blue
Fate steps in and sees you through
When you wish upon a star
Your dreams come true
Pretty, huh?
I'll bet a lot of you folks don't believe that -- about a vvish coming true -- do you?
Well, I didn't, either.
Of course, I'm just a cricket singing my Way from hearth to hearth, but let me tell you what made me change my mind.
One night a long time a- pardon me.
Wait till I fix this thing here.
There.
One night a long time ago, my travels took me to a quaint little village.
It was a beautiful night.
The stars were shining like diamonds high above the roofs of that sleepy old tovvn.
Pretty as a picture.
As I wandered along the crooked streets, there wasn't a soul to be seen.
The only sign of life was a lighted window in the shop of a woodcarver named Geppetto.
So, I hopped over and looked in.
It was a shame to see a nice, cheerful fire goin' to waste. So what do I do?
I go in.
I looked around.
Of course, being in a strange place like that,
I didn't know what to expect.
A cricket can't be too careful, you know.
Soon as I saw there was no one about, I made myself at home.
As I stood there warming my...
myself, I took a look around.
Well, sir, you never savv such a place -- the most fantastic clocks you ever laid your eyes on, and all carved out of Wood.
And cute, little music boxes -- each one a vvork of art.
And shelf after shelf of toys and... and then something else caught my eye -- a Puppet.
You know -- one of those marionette things. All strings and joints.
Cute little fella.
Goin' up? !
Good piece of vvood, too.
Well, now.
It won't take much longer.
Just a little more paint, and he's all finished.
I think he'll be alright, don't you, Figaro?
Beg pardon.
That makes a big difference.
Very good.
Very, very g--
Well, you can't please everybody.
Now I have just the name for you --
Pinocchio!
Do you like it, Figaro?
No?
You do, don't you, Cleo?
Well, We'll leave it to little wooden head.
Do you like it?
That settles it!
Pinocchio it is!
Come on, now! We'll try you out.
Music, Professor!
Take it easy, there!
Break it up, will ya'?
Lot of downbeats in there.
Little wooden head, go play your part
Bring a little joy to every heart
Little do you know, and yet ifs '(rue
That I'm mighty proud of you
Little wooden feet and best of all
Little wooden seat in case you fall l-low graceful!
My little wooden head
Cleo, meet Pinocchio.
Say, "How do you do?"
Say hello to Figaro.
Up to mischief already!
You see what happens?
UP We go! You're a cute little fellow.
And that smile -- You knovv, I --
You rascal.
Jealous, huh?
You know, Pinocchio,
I think Figaro is jealous of you.
Don't worry, Figaro. I __
I wonder what time it is.
It's getting late.
Come now. We go to bed.
Good night, Pinocchio.
Little funny face.
Good night, Cleo, my little water baby.
You say good night, too.
Go on.
Now, go to sleep, my little mermaid.
Good night.
This is my idea of comfort.
Silent comfort.
Look at him, Figaro.
He almost looks alive.
Wouldn't it be nice if he was a real boy?
Oh, Well.
Come on. We go to sleep.
I forgot to open the Window.
Oh, Figaro, look! Look! A Wishing star!
Starlight, star bright, first star I see tonight --
I wish I may, I wish I might have the wish I make tonight.
Figaro, you know what I wish?
I wish that my little Pinocchio might be a real boy.
Wouldn't that be nice?
Just think!
A real boy!
A very lovely thought... but not at all practical.
A real... ___b0'!
Quiet!
After all, enough's enough.
Now what's up'?
Hey! What's goin' on here? !
As I live and breathe -- a fairy!
Good Geppetto, you have given so much happiness to others.
You deserve to have your wish come true.
Little puppet made of pine... wake.
The gift of life is thine.
What they can't do these days.
I can move!
I can talk!
I can walk!
Yes, Pinocchio. I've given you life. Why'?
Because tonight Geppetto wished for a real boy.
Am I a real boy?
No, Pinocchio.
To make Geppettds wish come true will be entirely up to you. Up to me?
Prove yourself brave, truthful, and unselfish, and someday you vvill be a real boy.
A real boy!
That won't be easy.
You must learn to choose between right and wrong.
Right and wrong?
But how will I know'?
L-low will he know'? Your conscience will tell you.
What are conscience?
What are conscience? Well, I'll tell ya!
A conscience is that still, small voice that people won't listen to.
That's just the trouble vvith the world today.
Are you my conscience?
Who, me?
Would you like to be Pinocchids conscience?
Well, b-- I-
Very Well. What is your name?
Crickefs the name. Jiminy Cricket.
Kneel, Mr. Cricket. Huh?
No tricks, now.
I dub you Pinocchids conscience,
Lord High Keeper of the knowledge of right and wrong, counsellor in moments of temptation, and guide along the straight and narrow path.
Arise, Sir Jiminy Cricket.
Well! My, my!
Say, that's pretty swell!
Gee, thanks.
But don't I get a badge or somethin'?
Well, We'll see.
You mean maybe I will?
I shouldn't Wonder.
Make it a gold one? Maybe.
Novv, remember, Pinocchio, be a good boy.
And always let your conscience be your guide.
Goodbye, milady.
Goodbye!
Not bad, says I.
Oh, yeah. Almost forgot about you.
Well, Pinoke... Maybe you and I had better have a little heart-to-heart talk.
Why'?
Well, you want to be a real boy, don't you'?
Uh-huh.
Alright. Sit down, son.
Novv, you see, the world is full of temptations.
Yep -- temptations.
They're the Wrong things that seem right at the time.
But even though the right things may seem Wrong sometimes, sometimes the -- the Wrong things may be right at the Wrong time or vice versa.
Understand?
But I'm gonna do right!
Attaboy, Pinoke. And I'm gonna help you.
And anytime you need me, you knovv, just Whistle, like this.
No, no. Try it again, Pinoke.
Like this?
No, son.
Now, listen.
That's it!
Come on, now! Let's sing it!
When you get in trouble And you don't know right from wrong
Give a little whistle
Give a little whistle
When you meet temptation and the urge is very strong
Give a little whistle Give a little whistle
Not just a Htfle squeak Pucker up and blow
And if your whistle's weak, yell - - Jiminy Cricket?
- Right!
Take the straight and narrow path
And if you start to slide Give a little whistle
Give a little whistle
And always let your conscience be your guide
Take the straight and narrow path
And if you start to slide, give a little whistle
Give a little whistle
And always let your conscience be your guide
And always let your conscience be your guide
Look out, Pinoke!
, Who's there? !
It's me!
Oh.
It's me.
There's somebody in here!
Carefully, now, Figaro.
He might spring out on us at any time.
He's in here somewhere.
Here I am!
How (Md you get down here'?
- I fell dovvn. - - Oh, you did, hmm?
Oh!
You are talking!
Uh-huh. No!
Yes!
And I can move, too! No, no, no! You can't!
I'm dreaming in my sleep! Wake me up!
Wake me up!
Now we see who's dreaming.
Go on -- say something.
Gee, you're funny.
Do it again! You do talk!
Yes!
The blue fairy came --
The blue fairy? -
- And I got a conscience! - - A conscience?
And someday, I'm gonna be a real boy!
A real boy! It's my wish! It's come true!
Figaro, look! He's alive!
He can talk! Say hello to Figaro.
Hello to Figaro.
I almost forgot!
Look! It's Pinocchio!
She's my little water baby. Isn't she cute? Yeah.
Cute.
This calls for a celebration!
Music!
You start one, Pinocchio!
Oh, boy! A party!
Mind if I out in?
L-low 'bout sitting' out the next one, babe, huh'?
Let me out! Let me out!
Come, Cleo! It's time to party!
Ooh! Nice!
Gathering toys
For my little boy
Look! Pretty!
Where's a bucket?
! Get Water!
Where's Water?
Here it is!
I got it! Here's Water! Here's some Water!
Help! Where's Water?
That was close.
Maybe we'd better go to bed before something else happens.
Little man, you've had a busy night.
Novv close your eyes and go to sleep.
Why'?
Oh, everybody has to sleep.
Figaro goes to sleep, and Cleo and... and besides, tomorrow you've got to go to school.
Why'?
Oh, to learn things and... and get smart.
Why'? Because.
Oh, look, Father! Look!
Now,waW Stand still, now.
What are those?
Oh, those.
They are your schoolmates -- girls and boys. - - Now, get into this.
- - Real boys'?
Yes.
But hurry, now. Oh! Wait, wait, Wait!
Here's an apple for your teacher.
Novv, turn around and let me look you over.
Oh, yeah! Yes! Here.
Run along, now.
Wait, Wait!
Come back here, Figaro.
School is not for you.
Goodbye, Father!
Goodbye, son! Hurry back!
,
Gideon, listen -- the merry laughter of little, innocent children wending their Way to school.
Thirsty little minds rushing to the fountain of knowledge.
School -- a noble institution.
What would this stupid world be Without --
Well, well, well!
So that old rascaPs back in tovvn, eh?
Remember, Giddy, the time I tied strings on you and passed you off as a puppet?
We nearly put one over on that old gypsy that time.
A little wooden boy. Now, who -- A wooden boy!
Look, Giddy. Look.
It's amazing!
Alive puppet Without strings.
A thing like that ought to be Worth a fortune to someone.
Now, let me see...
That's it -
- Stromboli!
Why, that fat, old faker would give his -- Listen!
If vve play our cards right, We'll be on Easy Street, or my name isn't Honest John.
Quick! We'll head him off.
Now's our --
No, no, stupid.
Don't be crude.
Let me handle this. Here he comes.
Yes, Giddy, as I vvas saying to the duchess only yesterday -- Oh!
Oh, how clumsy of me!
Oh, I'm terribly sorry.
Oh, I do hope you're not injured. I'm alright.
Oh, splendid. Well, well.
Quite the scholar, I see.
Look, Giddy. A man of letters.
- - Here's your book. -
School. Yes.
Then you haven't heard of the easy road to success.
- - Unh-unh. -
- No? I'm speaking, my boy, of the theatre! Here's your apple.
Bright lights! Music! Applause!
Fame! - - Fame?
- - Yes!
And with that personality, that profile, that physique, why, he's a natural-born actor, eh, Giddy'?
- And I'm going -- - - Straight to the top.
Why, I can see your name in lights -- lights six feet high -- What is your name?
Pinocchio.
Pinocchio! P-I-n U-O -- P-I-
We're wasting precious time.
Come. On to the theatre!
An actor's fife for me
A high silk hat and a silver cane
A watch of gold with a diamond chain
An actor's life is gay it's great to be a celebrity
An actor's fife for me
An actor's life is fun
Fine conscience I turned out to be.
Late the first day.
Oh, Well. He can't get in much trouble between here and school.
Oh, boy! A parade!
An actor's fife for me
An actor's fife for me
A wax moustache and a beaver coat A pony cart and a billy goat
Why, it's Pinoke!
Hey!
Where you goin'?
You wear your hair in a pompadour
You ride around in a coach and four
You stop and buy out a candy store
An actor's fife for me
An actor's fife for me
With clothes that come from the finest shops And lots of peanuts and soda pops
What was that?
Oh, it's Jiminy! What you doin' up there?
Huh?
Who? What?
What?
Who? Jiminy?
Up Where?
Why, my boy, you must be seeing things. Oh, no. That's my conscience.
He -- Now, now, now. Just calm clown.
Why, there's nothing up there to be afraid of.
Over here.
Over here.
Oh, Jiminy! I'm gonna be an actor!
Alright, son. Take it easy, now.
Remember what I said about temptation?
Well, that's him. Oh, no, Jiminy!
That's Mr. Honest John. Honest John?
Get me outta here!
Alright, then. Here's what We'll tell 'em -- you can't go to the theatre.
Say thank you just the same.
You're sorry, but you've got to go to school.
Here they come, Pinoke. Novv, you tell 'em.
Oh, little boy... There you are!
Oh, Where were we?
Yes. On to the theatre!
Goodbye, Jiminy!
Goodbye! Goodbye?
Huh? ! An actor's fife for me
A high silk hat and a silver cane
A watch of gold with a diamond chain
Oh, vvhat'll I do?
I'll run and tell his father. No.
That would be snitchy. I'll go after him myself.
Ladies and gentlemen, to conclude the performance of this great show,
Stromboli the Master Showman -- that's me -- and by special permission of the management -- that's me, too -- is presenting to you something you will absolutely refuse to believe.
Well, looks like a sellout.
Introducing... the only marionette who can sing and dance absolutely Without the aids of strings!
The one-and-only Pinocchio!
What a buildup.
I've got no strings to hold me d--
Go ahead.
Make a fool of yourself.
Then maybe you'll listen to your conscience.
I've got no strings to hold me down
To make me fret or make me frown
I had strings, but now Fm free
There are no strings on me
Heigh-ho the merry-o
That's the only way to be
I want the world to know nothing ever worries me
I've got no strings, so I have fun What I told you, huh?
! They've got strings, but you can see
There are no strings on me
You have no strings, your arms is free
To love me by '(he Zuider Zee if you would woo
Pd bust my strings for you
You've got no strings, oomme of, oomme ga
Your savoir-faire is ooh la la I've got strings, but entre nous
Pd out my strings for you
Down where the Volga flows There's a Russian rendezvous
Where me and Wan go But Pd rather go with you
There are no strings on me
They like him. He's a success.
Gosh, maybe I was wrong.
Well... guess he won't need me anymore.
What does an actor vvant with a conscience anyway?
What could have happened to him?
Where could he be at this hour?
I'd better go out again and look for him.
And remember -- nobody eats a bite...
until I find him.
I got no strings, but I got '(he brain I got no strings, but I got '(he brain
I buy a new suit and I swing '(he cane
I eat the best and I drink champagne
I got no strings on me
Bravo, Pinocchio!
They liked me.
200.
You are sensational! You mean I'm good?
300.
You are colossal!
Does that mean I'm an actor?
Sure!
I will push you in the publids eye!
Your face -- she vvill be on everybody's tongue!
Will she?
Yeah. Huh?
What's this? !
For you, my little Pinocchio.
For me?
Gee, thanks!
I'll run right home and tell my father.
Home?
Oh, sure! Going home to your father!
Oh, that is very comical!
You mean it's funny?
Sure!
I'll be back in the morning. Be back in the morning? !
Going home!
There! This will be your home!
Where I can find you always. No!
No! No! Yes!
To me...you are belonging.
We vvill tour the world. Paris...
London...
Monte Carlo...
Constantinople!
No! No!
Yes!
We start tonight!
You will make lots of money... for me!
And when you are growing too old, you vvill make good... firewood!
Let me out of here! I gotta get out! You can't --
Quiet!
Shut up before I knock you silly!
Good night my little wooden gold mine.
No!
No, Wait!
Let me out! I'll tell my father!
Get along, then!
Jiminy, Where are you? !
Well, there he goes -- sitting in the lap of luxury, the world at his feet.
Oh, well, I can always say I knew him when.
I'll just go out of his life quietly.
I would like to wish him luck, though.
Sure.
Why not?
It's me -- your old friend Jiminy, remember?
Jiminy! Gee, I'm glad to see ya!
What's happened? !
What did he do to you?
Oh, he was mad! He said he was gonna push my face in everybody's eye!
And just 'cause I'm a goldbrick, he's gonna chop me into firewood!
Oh, is that so?
Now, don't you worry, son.
I'll have you out of here in no time at all.
Why, this is just as easy as rolling off a...
Kinda rusty.
Needs a little oil.
Well, that's what I said.
Must be one of the old models.
You mean you can't open it?
Yeah.
Looks pretty hopeless.
It'll take a miracle to get us out of here. Gee...
A fine conscience I turned out to be.
I should've listened to you, Jiminy.
No. It was my fault. I shouldn't have walked out on you.
Guess I'll never see my father again.
Oh, buck up, son. It could be worse.
Be cheerful... like me!
Take it easy, son.
Come on -- blow.
Attaboy.
Oh, well...
It stopped raining, anyway.
, Hey, that star again!
The lady!
The fairy!
What'll she say?
What'll I tell her?
Well, you might tell her the truth.
Why, Pinocchio...
Hello.
Sir Jiminy...
Well, this is a pleasant surprise.
Pinocchio, why didn't you go to school?
School?
Go ahead.
Tell her. I was going to school till I met somebody.
Met somebody?
Yeah. Two big monsters... with big, green eyes.
Why...
Monsters?
Weren't you afraid?
No, mafam, but they tied me in a big sack.
You don't say!
And Where was Sir Jiminy? Oh.
Jiminy?
Leave me out of this.
They put him in a little sack.
No! Yeah!
- - Hovv did you escape?
- - I didn't.
They chopped me into firewood!
Oh! Oh, look! My nose!
What's happened? Perhaps you haven't been telling the truth, Pinocchio.
- - Perhaps?
- - Oh, but I have. Every single vvord!
Oh, please, help me. I'm awful sorry.
You see, Pinocchio, a lie keeps growing and growing until it's as plain as the nose on your face.
She's right, Pinoke. You better come clean.
I'll never lie again -- honest, I Won't.
Please, Your Honour I mean, Miss Fairy.
Give him another chance... for my sake, vvill ya?
Huh?
I'll forgive you this once, but remember -- a boy who won't be good might just as well be made of Wood.
We'll be good, won't we?
Very Well. But this is the last time I can help you.
Gee, look, Jiminy, my nose!
Hey, we're free! Come on, Pinoke.
I buy a new suit and I swing '(he cane
I eat the best and I drink champagne
I got no strings on me
Toodle-oo, Stromboli.
Goodbye, Mr. Stromb- Quiet!
Let's get out of here before something else happens.
, An actor's fife for me
A high silk hat and a silver cane
A watch of gold with a diamond chain
An actor's life is gay it's great to be a celebrity
An actor's fife for me
And the dummy fell for it.
Hook, line, and sinker!
And he still thinks we're his friends.
And did Stromboli pay?
Plenty.
That shows you how low Honest John will stoop...
Eh, Giddy?
Now, Coachman...
What's your proposition?
Well... l-low would you blokes like to make some real money?
Well! And who do we have to...
No, no.
Nothing like that.
You see...
I'm collecting stupid little boys.
Stupid little boys?
You knovv, the disobedient ones who want to play hooky from school.
And you see...
Yes.
And I takes 'em to Pleasure Island.
Pleasure Island.
Pleasure Island?
! But the law! Suppose they --
No, no. There's no risk.
They never come back... as boys!
Novv... I've got a coach load leaving at midnight.
We'll meet at the crossroads -- and no double-crossing!
- - No, sir.
- Scout around... and any good prospects you find, bring 'em to me.
- Yes, chief. - - I'll pay you Well.
, No, sir! Nothing can stop me now!
You'd better!
I will.
I'm going to school! That's the stuff, Pinoke!
I'd rather be smart than be an actor.
Now you're talkin'! Come on, slow-poke. I'll race you home!
Well, Well. Pinocchio. What's your rush?
I gotta beat Jiminy home. Oh, hello.
Well, how is the great actor?
I don't want to be an actor.
Stromboli was terrible. - - He was?
He locked me in a birdcage. -
- He did? -
- Uh-huh. And I learnt my lesson. -
- I'm going -- __ Oh, you poor, poor boy. You must be a nervous wreck. That's it!
You are a nervous wreck! We must diagnose this case at once.
Quick, Doctor, your notebook.
Bless my soul.
My, mV- Just as I thought.
A slight touch of monetary complications with bucolic semilunar contraptions of the flying trapezes.
Say, "Hippopotamus." Hippopotamus.
I knew it!
Compound transmission of the pandemonium with percussion and spasmodic frantic disintegration.
Close your eyes. What do you see?
Nothing.
Open 'em. New what do you see'? Spots.
Now, that heart.
Ooh, my goodness!
A palpating syncopation of the killer diller with a vvicky-wacky stamping of the boy-joy.
Quick, Doctor, that report!
This makes it perfectly clear!
My boy, you are allergic.
Allergic?
Yes, and there is only one cure.
A vacation on Pleasure Island!
Pleasure Island? Yes!
That happy land of carefree boys
Where every day's a holiday!
But I can't go. I -- Why, of course you can go!
I'm giving you my ticket.
Here. Thanks!
But I'm --
I insist! Your health comes first.
Come! The coach departs at midnight!
Ifs Pleasure Isle for me
Where every day is a holiday And kids have nothing to do but play
Novv, Where do you suppose he -- huh?
Pinocchio! Hey, come back!
Well here we go again.
My name's Lampvvick. What's yours?
You ever been to Pleasure Island?
Unwunh, 'out Mr. Honest John gave me --
Me neither, but they say it's a swell joint -- no school, no cops.
You can tear the joint apart and nobody says a vvord.
Honest John gave me --
Loaf around, plenty to eat, plenty to drink, and it's all free.
Boy, that's the place.
I can hardly wait.
Right here, boys! Right here!
Get your cake, pie, dill pickles, and ice cream!
Eat all you can! Be a glutton! Stuff yourselves!
It's all free, boys! It's all free! Hurry, hurry, hurry, hurry!
The rough house! The rough house!
It's the roughest, toughest joint you ever seen!
Come in and pick a fight, boys! Oh, boy, a scrap!
Come on, let's go in and poke somebody in the nose. Why'?
Aw, just for the fun of it. Okay, Lamp'! -
Tobacco row! Tobacco row! Get your cigars, cigarettes, and chewing tobacco!
Come in and smoke your heads off! There's nobody here to stop you!
There's somethin'...phoney about all this.
I've gotta get him outta here.
Hurry, hurry, hurry! See the model home.
It's open for destruction. And it's all yours, boys!
It's all yours!
Whafd I tell ya?
Ain't this a swell joint?
Yeah!
Bein' bad's a lot of fun, ain't it?
Yeah. Get a load of that stained-glass Window.
Alright, now, hop to it, you blokes. Come on!
Come on! Shut the doors and lock 'em tight!
Novv get below and get them crates ready.
Give a bad boy enough rope, and he'll soon make a jackass of himself.
,
Where is everybody?
Place is like a graveyard.
I don't like the looks of this.
Hey, Where are you? !
Where do you suppose all the kids went to, Lampvvick?
They're around here somevvheres.
What do you care?
You're having a good time, ain't ya? Uh-huh. I sure am.
Oh, boy.
This is the life, huh, Pinokey?
Yeah. It sure is.
Ah, you smoke like me grandmother.
Come on, take a big drag! Like this.
Okay, Lamp'! -
Some fun, huh, kid?
Okay, Slats, your shot.
What's the matter, Slats?
Losin' your grip?
So this is Where I find you!
Hovv do you ever expect to be a real boy? !
Look at yourself -- smokin'!
Playin' pool! You're 00min' right home with me this minute!
Hey...who's the beetle?
Put me down!
He's my conscience.
He tells me what's right and wrong.
What?
! You mean to tell me you take orders from a grasshopper? !
Grasshopper?
! Look here, you -- you ignorant young pup!
It Wouldn't hurt you to take orders from your grasshop- er, er, your conscience...
Yeah, yeah. Sure. Screwball in the corner pocket.
Why -- why, you young hoodlum,
I'll -- I'll knock your block off!
Why, I'll take you apart and put you back together! Oh, don't hurt him, Jiminy.
He's my best friend.
Why, I'll -- your best friend? !
And what am I? Just your conscience.
Okay, that settles it.
But, Jiminy --
You buttered your bread. Now sleep in it!
Go on, laugh!
Make a jackass outta yourself! I am through! This is the end.
But, Jiminy...
Lampvvick says a guy only lives once. Come on!
Come on! Let him go!
Burns me up.
After all I tried to do for him.
Who's his conscience anyway -- me or that hoodlum Lampvvick?
I've had enough of this. I'm taking the next boat outta here.
Open up that door. Open up! I want to go home!
Come on, you blokes! Keep her moving!
Lively there, now. We haven't got all night!
Where'd all the donkeys come from?
Come on! Come on! Let's have another!
And what's your name?
Okay, you'll do.
In you go!
You boys will bring a nice price!
Alright, next!
And what might your name be?
Alexander.
So you can talk.
Yes, sir. I want to go home to my mama!
Take him back! He can still talk!
Please, please, I don't want to be a donkey!
Let me outta here! Quiet!
You boys have had your fun. Novv pay for it!
Boys?
So that's vvh- ,
Hear that beetle talk... you'd think somethin' was gonna happen to us.
Conscience.
Ah, phooey!
Where does he get that stuff?
"Hovv do ya ever expect to be a real boy?"
What's he think I look like -- a jackass?
You sure do!
Hey, you laugh like a donkey!
Did that come outta me?
What the --
What's goin' on? !
I've been double-crossed!
Help! Help! Somebody help!
I've been framed! Help!
Please, you've gotta help me! Be a pal!
Call that beetle! Call anybody!
Mama!
Mama!
Oh!
What's happened? !
I hope I'm not too late!
Whafll I do? !
Jiminy!
Oh, Jiminy, help!
Quick! Pinoke! The kids!
They're all donkeys!
You too!
Come on, quick! Before you get any Worse! This way, Pinoke!
It's the only Way out!
Hurry up...
before they see us!
You gotta jump!
You alright?
Sure. I thought we'd never make it.
Certainly feels good to be back on... dry land.
Come on. Let's get home. Father!
Father, I'm home! - - We're home, Mr. Geppetto!
- It's me - - Pinocchio!
I'm home to stay!
Here he is, Mr. Geppetto! Home at last!
Hey, maybe he's asleep.
Father!
Father, it's me!
Pinoke, come here.
Look.
He ain't here.
He's gone.
Yeah, and Figaro.
And Cleo, too.
Maybe something' awful happened to him.
Don't worry, son. He probably hasn't gone far.
It's a message.
What's it say?
It's about your father.
Where is he?
Why, it says here he -- he went looking for you, and he was swallowed by a whale.
Swallowed by a whale? ! Yeah.
A whale?
A whale named Monstro! Oh, he's --
But wait. He's alive. Alive?
Where?
Inside the whale at the bottom of the sea.
Bottom of the sea?
!
Where you goin'? !
I'm going to find him!
But, Pinoke, are you crazy? !
Don't you realise he's in a Whale?
I gotta go to him.
Hey, Pinoke! Wait! Listen here, son!
But this Monstro -- I've heard of him.
He's a whale of a whale! Why, he swallows whole ships alive!
Tie it good and tight, now. And besides, it's dangerous. Why, I --
Bye, Jiminy. Goodbye?
I may be live bait clown there, but I'm with ya. Come on.
Let's go.
Look out below!
Gangway clown there!
Gee...what a big place!
Come on, Jiminy!
Alright. Soon as I take on some ballast.
One side, sister.
Well, so long.
Put it in the Wrong end.
No more privacy than a goldfish.
Ooh, chilly!
Father!
Father!
Hey, Pinoke, wait for me!
Father!
Father!
He ain't my father.
Mr. Geppetto!
Hey, what the --
Let go! Run along you little... squirt.
What's the matter, kid?
We were only looking for Monstro.
Father!
Father!
Oh.
Hello.
Can you tell me Where we can find Monstro? Will ya?
Gee.
They're scared.
Pardon me, Pearl.
Are you acquainted with Monstro, the Whale?
Whoa, hold it, there.
Father!
One side there, son.
Come on, boys, break it up. Break it up, now.
Hey, what the --
Quit shoving', now. Don't --
Take it easy. Take it easy, there.
Steady there, Nellie. Go ahead, Pinoke. Ask them.
Could any of you tell me Where to find Monstro?
Thanks a lot.
Father!
Father!
Mr. Geppetto!
Not a bite for days.
We can't hold out much longer.
I never thought it would end this way, Figaro --
starving to death... in the belly of a whale.
My poor little Pinocchio.
He was such a good boy.
It's hopeless, Figaro.
There isn't a fish left.
If the monster doesn't wake up soon, I --
I'm afraid we are done for.
Here they come! Tuna!
Tuna fish!
Food!
We'll eat!
Get them in there, Figaro!
Wait!
Wait a minute! Have you seen --
Oh, we gotta get out of here!
Come on, Pinoke, don't wait for me!
Never saw so many!
Here's another one!
Enough for Weeks!
Here's a big one.
Keep them in there, Figaro!
Hey, blubber mouth, open up! I gotta get in there!
It looks like the last of them.
Here's a big one!
We gotta work fast! Hey!
Here's another one!
Hey, Father!
Father! Don't bother me now, Pinocchio!
Father!
Pinocchio! My son! Hey, Father!
Here I am! Huh? Oh, oh, yes!
Pinocchio! My boy. I'm so happy to see you!
Me, too, Father.
You're here, too.
Yes.
We all are together again. Oh, you are soaking wet.
Yes, Father.
You mustn't catch cold. But I came to see you!
You shouldn't have come clown here.
But, Father -- But I'm awfully glad to see you.
Let me take your hat.
What's the matter?
Those ears!
Huh?
Ears?
Oh, these.
Oh, that's nothing. I got a tail, too!
What's happened to you?
Well, I -
- I - - I -- Oh, never mind now.
Old Geppetto has his little wooden head.
Nothing else matters.
I gotta get in. My pal's in there!
Come on, ya big moose, open up, I tell ya!
Hey! Cut it out!
Go on! Beat it, ya buzzards!
Get out?
Oh, no, no, son.
I've tried every Way. Why, I even built a raft!
A raft?
That's it.
We'll take the raft, and when the whale opens his mouth --
No, no, no, no. Now listen, son.
He only opens his mouth when he's eating.
Then everything comes in. Nothing goes out.
It's hopeless, Pinocchio.
Come, We'll make a nice fire, and We'll cook some of the fish.
A fire!

That's it!
Yes, and then We'll all eat again.
Lots of smoke! Smoke?
Oh, yeah, sure.
A smoked fish will taste good. Quick -- some wood!
Pinocchio, not the chair! Hurry, Father!
More wood! Oh, what will we sit on if we --
We won't need it! We're getting out! Getting out'?
But how'?
We'll make him sneeze! Make him sneeze?
Ohh, that will make him mac]!
Well, it's about time!
It won't work! Hurry, Father!
Climb aboard! We'll never get by those teeth!
Yes, we will!
Hey, which Way you goin'? !
Wait for me!
Hang on! Here we go!
We are going back! No, We'll make it! Faster!
It's no use! Here it goes!
We made it!
Look, now he is mad!
I told you he'd be furious!
He's gone! Where'd he go? !
Look out!
Hang on!
He's coming back! Hurry!
He's trying to get us!
Let's go back!
Look out!
Jump!
Father!
Father!
Oh, Father!
Pinocchio, swim for shore.
Swim for shore.
Hang on, Father!
Save...yourself.
Pinocchio...save yourself.
Don't mind me, son.
Save yourself..
Pinocchio.
My boy...
My brave little boy...
Prove yourself brave, truthful, and unselfish, and someday you vvill be a real boy.
Awake, Pinocchio.
Awake.
Father! Whatcha cryin' for?
'Cause...you're dead, Pinocchio.
No!
No, I'm not!
Yes, yes, you are. Now lie clown
But, Father, I'm alive. See? And...
And I'm...
I'm...
I'm real! I'm a real boy!
You're alive!
And you are a real boy!
Areal, live boy!
This calls for a celebration!
Professor! Lots of music!
Well!
This is practically Where I came in.
Thank you, milady.
He deserved to be a real boy.
And it sure was nice of you to --
Well, I'll be!
My, my!
Solid gold, too.
Oh, I think it's swell!
When your heart is in your dreams
No request is too extreme
When you wish upon a star
Your dreams Come true
You'll find your dreams come true
[ Woman ] Last night I dreamt I went to Manderley again.
It seemed to me I stood by the iron gate leading to the drive, and for a while I could not enter... for the way was barred to me.
Then, like all dreamers,
I was possessed of a sudden with supernatural powers... and passed like a spirit through the barrier before me.
The drive wound away in front of me, twisting and turning as it had always done.
But as I advanced, I was aware that a change had come upon it.
Nature had come into her own again, and little by little had encroached upon the drive... with long, tenacious fiingers.
On and on wound the poor thread that had once been our drive, and fiinally there was Manderley.
Manderley- secretive and silent.
Time could not mar the perfect symmetry of those walls.
Moonlight can play odd tricks upon the fancy, and suddenly it seemed to me that light came from the windows.
And then a cloud came upon the moon... and hovered an instant like a dark hand before a face.
The illusion went with it.
I looked upon a desolate shell... with no whisper of the past about its staring walls.
We can never go back to Manderley again.
That much is certain.
But sometimes in my dreams...
I do go back to the strange days of my life... which began for me in the South of France.
No!
Stop!
What the devil are you shouting about?
Who are you?
What are you staring at?
I'm sorry.
I didn't mean to stare.
But I, I only thought-
Oh, you did, did you?
Well, what are you doing here?
I was only walking.
Well, get on with your walking. Don't hang about here screaming.
I'll never come to Monte Carlo out of season again.
Not a single well-known personality in the hotel.
Waiter. Garcon.
Call him.
Tell him to get me some-
Why, it's Max de Winter. How do you do?
- How do you do?
- I'm Edith Van Hopper.
It's so nice to run into you here, just when I was beginning to despair of fiinding any old friends here in Monte.
But do sit down and have some coffee.
Mr. de Winter is having coffee with me. Ask that stupid waiter for another cup.
I'm afraid I must contradict you. You shall both have coffee with me.
- Garcon. Coffee, please. - Oui, monsieur.
- A cigarette?
- No, thank you.
You know, I recognized you just as soon as you came in, though I haven't seen you since that night at the casino at Palm Beach.
Perhaps you don't remember an old woman like me. Are you playing the tables much here?
No, I'm afraid that sort of thing ceased to amuse me years ago.
I can well understand that.
As for me, if I had a home like Manderley, I should certainly never come to Monte.
It's one of the biggest places in that part of the country, and you can't beat it for beauty.
What do you think of Monte Carlo?
Or don't you think of it at all?
Oh, well, I think it's rather artifiicial.
She's spoiled, Mr. de Winter. That's her trouble.
Most girls would give their eyes for a chance to see Monte.
Wouldn't that rather defeat the purpose?
Now that we've found each other again, I hope I shall see something of you.
You must come and have a drink in my suite. I hope they've given you a good room.
The place is empty. So if you're uncomfortable, mind you, make a fuss.
Your valet has unpacked for you, I suppose?
I'm afraid I don't possess one. Perhaps you'd like to do it for me?
Well, I, I hardly think-
Perhaps you could make yourself useful to Mr. de Winter if he wants anything done.
You're a capable child in many ways.
That's a charming suggestion, but I'm afraid I cling to the old motto:
" He travels fastest who travels alone. "
Perhaps you've not heard of it. Good night.
What do you make of that?
Do you suppose that sudden departure was intended to be funny?
Come, don't sit there gawking. Let's go upstairs.
- Have you got the key?
- Yes, Mrs. Van Hopper.
I remember when I was younger there was a well-known writer... who used to dart down the back way whenever he saw me coming.
I suppose he was in love with me and wasn't quite sure of himself.
Well, c'est la vie.
By the way, my dear, don't think that I mean to be unkind, but you were just a teeny, weeny bit forward with Mr. de Winter.
Your effort to enter the conversation... quite embarrassed me, and I'm sure it did him.
Men loathe that sort of thing. Oh, come. Don't sulk.
After all, I am responsible for your behavior here.
Perhaps he didn't notice it.
Poor thing!
I suppose he just can't get over his wife's death.
They say he simply adored her.
[ Speaking French ]
Oh! How awkward of me.
What a stupid thing to do. Oh, I'm so sorry.
Please don't bother. It doesn't really matter.
Leave that. Leave that. Go and lay another place at my table.
- Mademoiselle will have lunch with me. - Oh, but I couldn't possibly.
- Why not?
- Oh, please don't be polite. It's very kind of you,
- but I'll be all right if they just change the cloth. - I wasn't being polite.
I should have asked you to have lunch with me even if you hadn't upset the vase so clumsily.
Come along. We needn't talk to each other if we don't feel like it.
Thank you very much.
Oh, I'll just ha-have s- some scrambled eggs.
What's happened to your friend?
Oh, she's ill in bed with a cold.
I'm sorry I was so rude to you yesterday.
The only excuse I can offer is that I've become boorish through living alone.
You weren't really.
You simply wanted to be alone, and-
Tell me, is Mrs. Van Hopper a friend of yours or just a relation?
No, she's my employer. I'm what is known as a paid companion.
I didn't know companionship could be bought.
I looked up the word "companion" in the dictionary once.
It said, "a friend of the bosom. "
[ Chuckles ] I don't envy you the privilege.
Oh, she's very kind, really, and I have to earn my living.
- Haven't you any family?
- No, my mother died years and years ago, and then there was only my father.
And he died last summer, and then I took this job.
- How rotten for you.
- Yes, it was rather, because, you see, we got on so well together.
You and your father?
Yes.
He was a lovely person- very unusual.
- What was he?
- A painter.
- Ah.
Was he a good one?
- Well, I thought so.
But people didn't understand him.
Yes, that's often the trouble.
He painted trees. At least it was one tree.
You mean he painted the same tree over and over again?
You see, he had a theory that if you should fiind one perfect thing... or place or person, you should stick to it.
Do you think that's very silly?
Not at all. I'm a fiirm believer in that myself.
And what did you fiind to do with yourself while he was painting his tree?
Oh, I sat with him and I sketched a little. I don't do it well, though.
- You're going sketching this afternoon?
- Yes. - Where?
- I haven't made up my mind.
- I'll drive you somewhere in the car.
- Oh, no, please.
I didn't mean-
Oh, nonsense. Finish up that mess and we'll get along.
Thank you.
It's very kind of you, but I'm not very hungry.
Oh, come on. Eat it up like a good girl.
You're taking long enough for that sketch. I expect a really fline work of art.
Oh, no, don't look at it. It's not nearly good enough.
But it can't be as bad as all that.
Now, don't rub it all out. Let me look at it fiirst.
- It's the perspective.
I never can get it right.
- Let me see. Oh, dear.
Tell me, is it the perspective... that gives my nose that curious twist in the middle?
- Well, you're not a very easy subject to sketch.
- No? - Your expression keeps changing all the time.
- Does it? Well, I'd concentrate on the view instead if I were you.
Much more worthwhile.
It rather reminds me of our coastline at home. Do you know Cornwall at all?
Yes.
I went there once with my father on holiday.
I was in a shop once, and I saw a postcard... with a beautiful house on it, right by the sea.
And I asked whose house it was, and the old lady said, "That's Manderley. "
- I felt ashamed for not knowing. - Manderley is beautiful.
To me, it's just the place where I was born... and have lived in all my life.
But now, I don't suppose I shall ever see it again.
We're lucky not to be home during the bad weather, aren't we?
Hmm.
I can't ever remember enjoying swimming in England untilJune, can you?
The water's so warm here that I could stay in all day.
There's a dangerous undertow, and there was a man drowned here last year.
I never have any fear of drowning, have you?
Come, I'll take you home.
[ Mrs. Van Hopper ] Oh,yes. I know Mr. de Winter well. I knew his wife too.
Before she married, she was the beautiful Rebecca Hildreth, you know.
She was drowned, poor dear, while she was sailing near Manderley.
He never talks about it, of course, but he's a broken man.
I suppose I'd better have it.
Wretched stuff!
Give me a chocolate, quick!
Oh, there you are.
It's about time. Hurry up. I want to play some rummy.
[ Mrs. Van Hopper's Voice ] She was the beautiful Rebecca Hildreth, you know.
They say he simply adored her.
She was the beautiful Rebecca Hildreth,you know.
I suppose he just can't get over his wife's death.
She was the beautiful Rebecca Hildreth,you know.
But he's a broken man.
- Bonjour. - Well, where are you going?
- Oh, I thought I'd take a tennis lesson.
- I see.
I suppose you've had a look at the pro, and he's desperately handsome... and you've conceived a schoolgirl crush on him.
All right, go ahead. Make the most of it.
- Off duty?
- Oh, yes.
Mrs. Van Hopper's cold has turned into flu, so she's got a trained nurse.
- I'm sorry for the nurse.
You keen on tennis?
- No, not particularly.
That's good. We'll go for a drive.
Good afternoon, Mrs. Van Hopper. How are you feeling?
You got on rather well with him, didn't you?
That pro must have been teaching you other things than tennis.
Hurry up. I want you to make some calls.
I wonder if Mr. de Winter is still in the hotel.
May I go now?
For the number of lessons you've had, you ought to be ready for Wimbledon.
But this will be your last, so make the most of it.
The trouble is, with me laid up like this, you haven't had enough to do.
But I'm getting rid of that nurse today, and from now on you'll stick to your job.
Yes, Mrs. Van Hopper.
- Nurse! - Yes, Mrs. Van Hopper?
Are you absolutely sure you left those messages for Mr. de Winter?
- Why, yes, madame. - I simply can't believe it.
He would most certainly have called me back.
Oh, well. Poor boy. I simply hate to see him so alone.
You know, I, I wish there could be an invention... that bottled up the memory like perfume.
And it never faded, never got stale.
Then whenever I wanted to, I could uncork the bottle... and live the memory all over again.
And what particular moment would you want to keep?
Oh, all of them, all these last few days.
I feel as though I'd, I'd collected a whole shelf full of bottles.
Sometimes, you know, those little bottles contain demons... that have a way of popping out at you... just as you're trying most desperately to forget.
Stop biting your nails.
Oh, I wish I were a woman of 36, dressed in black satin, with a string of pearls.
[ Laughing ] You wouldn't be here with me if you were.
Would you please tell me, Mr. de Winter, why you asked me to come out with you?
Oh, it's obvious that you want to be kind, but why do you choose me for your charity?
[ Pulls Parking Brake ] I asked you to come out with me because I wanted your company.
You've blotted out the past for me more... than all the bright lights of Monte Carlo.
But if you think I just asked you out of kindness or charity, you can leave the car now and fiind your own way home.
Go on, open the door and get out.
Better blow your nose.
[ Blowing Nose ] Please don't call me Mr. de Winter.
I have a very impressive array of fiirst names.
George Fortescue Maximilian. But you needn't bother with them all at once.
My family call me Maxim.
And another thing.
Please promise me never to wear black satin or pearls... or to be 36 years old.
Yes, Maxim.
[ Mrs. Van Hopper ] Ror the love of Pete!
Come here!
What do you think? My daughter's engaged to be married.
- Oh, really?
How nice. - We must leave for New York at once.
Get reservations on the Aquitania, and we'll take the 12.. 30 train for Cherbourg.
Hurry up and get a maid to help with the packing. We've no time to waste.
Go on and don't dawdle!
Mr. de Winter, please.
Oh, he's gone out riding?
He won't be back till noon?
Oh... well... give me the porter, please.
I'll go and see if there's anything left in my room.
Has Mr. de Winter come in yet?
Oh, he has?
Would you connect me, please?
Oh, I-I was looking for my book. I - I suppose I've packed it.
Well, come on. The car's waiting at the door.
I'd like to leave a forwarding address if they happen to fiind that book.
Would you ring Mr. de Winter, please?
There isn't any answer.
Thank you.
- Tell her to hurry up!
I was looking for Mr. de Winter.
Mr. de Winter just ordered breakfast in his room, mademoiselle.
- [ Knock At Door ] - [ Maxim ] Come in.
Hello.
What are you doing here?
Anything the matter?
I've come to say good-bye. We're going away.
- What on earth are you talking about?
- It's true. We're going now, and I was afraid I wouldn't see you again.
Where is she taking you to?
New York. I don't want to go.
I shall hate it. I shall be miserable.
I'll dress in here. I shan't be long
Which would you prefer, New York or Manderley?
Oh, please don't joke about it.
Mrs. Van Hopper's waiting... and I-I'd better say good-bye now.
I repeat what I said.
Either you go to America with Mrs. Van Hopper, or you come home to Manderley with me.
You mean you want a secretary or something?
I'm asking you to marry me, you little fool.
- [ Knocking At Door ]
Is that my food?
I'm famished. I didn't have any breakfast.
Ah, my suggestion didn't seem to go at all well.
I'm sorry. Oh, but you don't understand.
It's that I'm not the sort of person men marry.
What on earth do you mean?
I don't belong in your sort of world, for one thing.
What is my sort of world?
Oh, well, Manderley. You know what I mean.
Well, I'm the best judge of whether you belong there or not.
Of course, if you don't love me, then it's a different thing.
Fine blow to my conceit, that's all.
Oh, I do love you. I love you most dreadfully.
I've been crying all morning because I thought I'd never see you again.
Bless you for that.
I'll remind you of this one day, and you won't believe me.
It's a pity you have to grow up.
Well, now that's settled, you may pour me out some coffee.
Two lumps of sugar and some milk, please.
Same with my tea. Don't forget.
Who's going to break the news to Mrs. Van Hopper?
Oh, you tell her. She'll be so angry.
What's the number of her room?
Oh, she's not there. She's downstairs in the car.
Hello.
Give me the desk, please.
Hello.
You'll fiind Mrs. Van Hopper waiting outside in her car.
Would you ask her, with my compliments, if she'd very kindly come up and see me in my room?
Yes, in my room.
Mr. de Winter says please for you to come up to his room.
Mr. de Winter?
Why, certainly.
[ Laughing ] This isn't at all your idea of a proposal, is it?
It should be in a conservatory, you in a white frock with a red rose in your hand... and a violin playing in the distance, and I should be making violent love to you behind a palm tree.
[ Laughing ] Poor darling.
Never mind. - Oh, I don't mind. - [ Knocking At Door ]
Don't worry. Don't worry. You won't have to say a word.
I'm so glad you called me, Mr. de Winter.
I was making a hasty departure. It was so rude of me not to let you know.
But a cable came this morning announcing... that my daughter is engaged to be married.
That's rather a coincidence, Mrs. Van Hopper.
I asked you up here in order to tell you of my engagement.
You don't mean it!
Oh, how perfectly wonderful!
How romantic. Who is the lucky lady?
I apologize for depriving you of your companion in this abrupt way.
I do hope it won't inconvenience you too greatly.
When did all this happen?
Just now, Mrs. Van Hopper. Just a few minutes ago.
I simply can't believe it.
I suppose I ought to scold you for not... having breathed a word of all this to me.
What am I thinking of?
I shall give you both my congratulations and blessings.
I'm very happy for you both. When and where is the wedding to be?
- Here, as soon as possible. - A whirlwind romance!
Splendid!
I could easily postpone my sailing for a week.
This poor child has no mother, so I shall take responsibility for all the arrangements- trousseau, reception and everything.
And I'll give the bride away.
But our luggage. - Go down and tell the porter to take everything out of the car.
- Just a minute.
We're most grateful, but I think we'd both... prefer to have it as quiet as possible.
- I couldn't possibly allow you to change your sailing plans.
- Oh, but- No, no, no. Dear, I'll go down and see that your luggage is brought back.
Thank you, Maxim.
So this is what's been happening during my illness.
Tennis lessons, my foot!
I suppose I have to hand it to you for a fast worker.
How did you manage it? Still waters certainly run deep.
Tell me, have you been doing anything you shouldn't?
I don't know what you mean.
Oh, well, never mind. I always did say that Englishmen have strange tastes.
But you certainly have your work cut out as mistress of Manderley.
To be perfectly frank with you, my dear, I can't see you doing it.
You haven't the experience.
You haven't the faintest idea what it means to be a great lady.
Of course, you know why he's marrying you, don't you?
You haven't flattered yourself that he's in love with you.
The fact is, that empty house got on his nerves to such an extent... he nearly went off his head.
He just couldn't go on living alone.
You'd better leave, Mrs. Van Hopper. You'll miss your train.
Hmm. Mrs. de Winter.
Good-bye, my dear, and good luck!
Vous avez oubliez votre carnet de mariage. [ Laughs ] He says I've forgotten the proof that we're married.
Good heavens!
[ Both Laughing ] Ah, somebody else had the same idea.
- Isn't she sweet?
- Yes. You'd have liked a bridal veil, wouldn't you?
Or at least-
Je vous remercie mille fois, madame. Merci. Oh, Maxim, how lovely.
Oh, how perfectly lovely.
Ah... oh... perfectly lovely.
- Welcome home, Mr. de Winter. - Thank you, Smith.
- Cold, darling?
- Yes,just a little bit.
There's no need to be frightened, you know.
Just be yourself, and they'll all adore you.
You don't have to worry about the house at all.
Mrs. Danvers is the housekeeper.
Hello. Starting to rain. We'd better hurry up.
Here, have this. Put it over your head.
Thank you.
That's it. That's Manderley.
Here we are, Frith.
Everybody well? Yes, thank you, sir.
Glad to see you home, sir. - This is Mrs. de Winter, Frith.
I didn't expect the whole staff to be in attendance.
Mrs. Danvers' orders, sir.
Oh. Sorry about this. Won't take long.
[ Maxim ] This is Mrs. Danvers.
How do you do?
How do you do?
I have everything in readiness for you.
That's very good of you. I didn't expect anything.
[ Maxim ] I think we'd like some tea, Rrith.
[ Rrith ] It's ready in the library, sir.
[ Maxim ] Come along, darling.
[ Knocking At Door ]
Oh, Maxim!
Oh, good evening, Mrs. Danvers.
Good evening, madam.
- [ Door Closes ] - I hope Alice was satisfactory, madam.
- Oh, yes, thank you. Perfectly.
- She's the parlor maid. She'll have to look after you until your own maid arrives.
Oh, but I haven't a maid. I'm sure Alice will do very nicely.
I'm afraid that would not do for very long, madam.
It's usual for ladies in your position to have a personal maid.
I hope you approve the new decoration of these rooms, madam.
Oh, I didn't know it had been changed.
I hope you haven't been to too much trouble.
I only followed out Mr. de Winter's instructions.
Oh, well, what did it look like before?
It had an old paper and different hangings.
It was never used much, except for occasional visitors.
Oh, then it wasn't Mr. de Winter's room originally?
No, madam. He's never used the east wing before.
Of course, there's no view of the sea from here.
The only good view of the sea is from the west wing.
The room's very charming, and I'm sure I'll be comfortable.
If there's anything you want done, madam, you have only to tell me.
I suppose you've been at Manderley for many years, longer than anyone else.
He was here when the old gentleman was living, when Mr. de Winter was a boy.
Oh, I see. And you didn't come until after that?
I came here when the fiirst Mrs. de Winter was a bride.
Mrs. Danvers, I do hope we'll be friends.
You must be patient with me.
This sort of life is new to me, and I do want to make a success of it... and make Mr. de Winter happy.
So I know I can leave all the household arrangements to you.
Very well. I hope I shall do everything to your satisfaction, madam.
I've managed the house since Mrs. de Winter's death, and Mr. de Winter has never complained.
I think I'll go downstairs now.
That room in the west wing I was telling you about is there through that door.
It's not used now.
It's the most beautiful room in the house- the only one that looks down across the lawns to the sea.
It was Mrs. de Winter's room.
- Good morning. - Good morning.
You're Mrs. de Winter, aren't you?
- Yes.
- My name's Crawley. I - I manage the estate for Maxim.
Awfully glad to meet you.
[ Chuckles ] Fearful lot of stuff piled up while Maxim was away.
Yes, I'm sure there must have been.
I, I do wish I could help with some of it.
Oh, no. Frank never allows anybody to help him.
He's like an old mother hen with his bills and rents and taxes.
- Come on, Frank. We must go over these estimates.
- I'll get my papers. You'll fiind quantities of breakfast over there.
- You must eat it all, or cook will be mortally offended.
- I'll do my best, Maxim. I have to go over the place with Frank to make sure he hasn't lost any of it.
- But you'll be all right, won't you?
- Mm-hmm. Getting acquainted with your new home?
Have a look at The Times.
There's a thrilling article... on what's the matter with English cricket.
Oh, uh, yes, um-
My sister Beatrice and her husband Giles Lacy have invited themselves for lunch.
- Today?
- Yes. I suppose the old girl can't wait to look you over.
You'll fiind her very direct.
If she doesn't like you, she'll tell you so to your face.
Don't worry, darling. I'll be back in time to protect you from her.
- Good-bye, darling.
- Good-bye, Maxim. - Good-bye.
- Good morning, madam.
Isn't there anything I could get for you, madam?
Oh, no, thank you, Frith. I'm really not very hungry.
Thank you.
- The paper, madam.
- Oh, yes.
- Madam.
- I slipped. Oh, thank you, Frith.
- It's big, isn't it?
- Yes, madam.
Manderley is a big place. This was the banquet hall in the old days.
It's still used on great occasions, such as a big dinner or a ball, and the public is admitted here, you know, once a week.
I beg pardon, madam.
I'm afraid the fiire is not usually lit in the library until the afternoon.
But you'll fiind one in the morning room.
Of course, if you wish this fiire lit now, madam-
Oh, no, Frith. I wouldn't dream of it.
Uh, Mrs. de Winter- [ Clears Throat ]
I mean, the late Mrs. de Winter always did her correspondence... and telephoning in the morning room after breakfast.
Thank you, Frith.
Is anything wrong, madam?
[ Chuckles ] Oh, no. Uh, which way is the morning room?
- Oh, it's that door there on the left.
Mrs. de Winter?
Oh, I'm afraid you've made a mistake.
Mrs. de Winter's been dead for over a year.
Oh, I mean I- [ Gasps ]
- Oh. - That was the house telephone, madam.
Probably the head gardener wishing instructions.
Did you want to see me, Mrs. Danvers?
Mr. de Winter informed me that his sister Mrs. Lacy... and Major Lacy are expected for luncheon.
I'd like to know if you approve of the menu.
Oh, well, I-I'm sure it's very suitable, very nice indeed.
You'll notice, madam, that I've left a blank space for the sauce.
Mrs. de Winter was most particular about sauces.
Let's have whatever you think that Mrs. de Winter would have wanted.
Thank you, madam.
When you've fiinished your letters, Robert will take them to the post.
My let
- My letters?
Oh, yes, of course. Thank you, Mrs. Danvers.
- How are you, Frith?
- Good morning, Mrs. Lacy.
- Where's Mr. de Winter? - I believe he went down to the farm with Mr. Crawley.
How tiresome of him not to be here when we arrive, and how typical!
[ Beatrice ] I must say, old Danvers keeps the house looking lovely.
She certainly learned that trick of arranging flowers from Rebecca.
[ Giles ] I wonder how she likes it now, being ordered about by an ex-chorus girl.
[ Beatrice ] Where on earth did you get the idea she's an ex-chorus girl?
He picked her up in the South of France, didn't he?
- What if he did?
- Well, I mean to say, there you are.
How do you do?
I-I'm Maxim's wife.
How do you do? Well, I must say you're quite different from what I expected.
Don't be so silly. She's exactly what I told you she'd be.
- Well, how do you like Manderley?
- Very beautiful, isn't it? And how do you get along with Mrs. Danvers?
Well, I - I've never met anyone quite like her before.
You mean she scares you?
She's not exactly an oil painting, is she?
Giles, you're very much in the way here.
Go somewhere else. I'll try and fiind Maxim, shall I?
Giles.
I - I didn't mean to say anything against Mrs. Danvers.
Oh, there's no need for you to be frightened of her.
But I shouldn't have any more to do with her than you can help.
- Shall we sit down?
- Oh, yes, yes, please.
You see, she's bound to be insanely jealous at fiirst, and she must resent you bitterly.
- Why should she?
- Don't you know? I should have thought Maxim would have told you.
She simply adored Rebecca.
- How are you, Robert?
- Quite well, thank, you, madam.
- Still having trouble with your teeth?
- Unfortunately yes, madam. You should have them out, all of them.
Wretched nuisances, teeth. - Thank you, madam.
- Ooh, what a plateful.
- Do you hunt?
- I don't.
I'm afraid I don't even ride. Oh, have to ride down here.
We all do. Which do you ride, sidesaddle or astride?
Oh, yes, of course, I forgot.
You don't, do you? Huh, you must.
Nothing else to do down here. Maxim, when are you going to have parties here again like the old days?
- I haven't thought about it.
- But everyone's dying to see you and-
Yes, I bet they are. Why don't you have the masquerade ball again?
- Well- - My dear, are you fond of dancing?
Oh, I love it, but I'm not very good at it.
- Do you rhumba?
- I've never tried. You must teach me. I say, old boy, I'm trying to fiind out exactly what your wife does do.
[ Chuckles ] Well, she sketches a little.
Sketches!
Not this modern stuff, I hope.
You know, portrait of a lamp shade upside-down... to represent a soul in torment.
- Don't sail, do you?
- No, I don't. Well, thank goodness for that.
You're very much in love with Maxim, aren't you?
Yes, I can see you are.
Don't mind my saying so, but why don't you do something about your hair?
Why don't you have it cut or sweep it back behind your ears?
Oh, no, that's worse. What does Maxim say about it?
- Does he like it like that?
- Well, he never mentions it. Oh, well, don't go by me.
I can see by the way you dress, you don't care a hoot how you look.
But I wonder Maxim hasn't been at you.
He's so particular about clothes.
I don't think he ever notices what I wear.
Oh, well, he must have changed a lot, then. [ Chuckles ]
You mustn't worry about old Maxim and his moods.
One never knows what goes on in that quiet mind of his.
Often he gets into a terrible rage, and when he does-
[ Whistles ] But I don't suppose he'll lose his temper with you.
You seem such a placid little thing.
- Come along, old girl. We've got to be on the fiirst tee at 3.. 00.
- All right, I'm coming. Well, good-bye, Maxim, old boy.
Good-bye, Giles.
Thanks for coming, old boy.
Good-bye, my dear. Forgive me for asking you so many rude questions.
We both really hope you'll be very happy.
Oh, thank you, Beatrice.
Thank you very much. And I must congratulate you on the way Maxim looks.
We were very worried about him this time last year.
But then, of course, you know the whole story.
- [ Maxim ] Good-bye, Beatrice, darling.
- Good-bye.
- Good-bye. Well, thank heavens they've gone. Now we can have a walk about the place.
Looks as though we might have a shower, but you won't mind that, will you?
- No, but I'll go get a coat.
- There's a heap of mackintoshes in the flower room. Robert, run and get a coat from the flower room for Mrs. de Winter, will you?
- What did you think of Beatrice?
- Oh, I liked her very much. But she kept saying that I was quite different from what she expected.
What the devil did she expect?
Oh, someone smarter and more sophisticated, I'm afraid.
Do you like my hair?
Your hair? Yes, of course I do.
What's the matter with it? Oh, I don't know.
I just wondered. [ Laughing ] How funny you are.
- Thank you.
- Do I have to put it on? Yes, certainly, certainly, certainly.
Can't be too careful with children. Come on,Jasper.
Jasper!
Here, not that way!
Come here!
[ Whistles ] Where does that lead to?
- Oh, it leads to a little cove where we used to keep a boat.
- Oh, let's go down there. Oh, no, it's a perfectly dull, uninteresting stretch of sand, just like any other.
- Oh, please.
- Well, all right. We'll walk down and take a look, if you really want to.
[Jasper Barking, Howling ]
That's Jasper. There must be something wrong.
Perhaps he's hurt himself. - No, he's all right.
- Don't you think I'd better go and see?
Don't bother about him. He can't come to any harm.
Jasper!
Jasper! Oh, there you are.
What do you want in there,Jasper?
Come on. Come on home.
Let's go home.
Oh...
I didn't know that there was anybody-
I know that dog. He comes fr' the house.
He ain't your'n.
No, he's Mr. de Winter's dog.
Have you anything I could tie him with?
Come on,Jasper.
You won't tell anyone you saw me in there, will ya?
Don't you belong on the estate? I weren't doin' nothin'.
I was just puttin' my shells away. She's gone in the sea, ain't she?
She'll never come back no more.
No, she'll never come back.
Maxim!
What's the matter?
I'm sorry I was such a time, but I had to fiind a rope forJasper.
Hurry up,Jasper!
For heaven's sake!
Please wait for me.
Maxim, what is it?
You look so angry. You knew I didn't want you to go there, but you deliberately went.
Why not? There was only a cottage down there and a strange man-
You didn't go into the cottage, did you?
Yes. The door- Well, don't go there again, do you hear!
Well, why not? If you had my memories, you wouldn't go there or even think about it!
What's the matter?
Oh, I'm sorry.
Please. We should have stayed away. We should never have come back to Manderley.
Oh, what a fool I was!
I've made you unhappy.
Somehow I've hurt you.
Oh, I can't bear to see you like this... because I love you so much.
Do you?
I've made you cry.
I sometimes seem to fly off the handle for no reason at all.
Don't I?
Come, we'll go home, have some tea and forget all about it.
Yes, let's forget all about it.
- Hello. Come in.
- Oh, please don't get up, Mr. Crawley.
I was just wondering if you meant what you said the other day... about showing me the run of things?
- What are you doing now?
Notifying all the tenants that, in celebration... of Maxim's return with his bride, this week's rent will be free.
Oh, was that Maxim's idea?
All the servants get an extra week's wages too. Oh, he didn't tell me.
[ Chuckles ]
Can't I help you? I could at least lick the stamps.
That's terribly nice of you.
Won't you sit down?
I, I was down at the cottage on the beach the other day.
There was a man there- a queer sort of person.
- Jasper kept barking at him. - Oh, yes.
Must've been Ben. Excuse me.
He's quite harmless. We give him odd jobs now and then.
That cottage place seemed to be going to wreck and ruin.
Why isn't something done about it? Well, I think if Maxim wanted anything done about it, he'd tell me.
Are those all Rebecca's things down there?
Yes. Yes, they are.
What did she use the cottage for?
The boat used to be moored near there.
What boat?
What happened to it? Was that the boat she was sailing in when she was drowned?
Yes. It capsized and sank.
She was washed overboard. Wasn't she afraid to go out like that alone?
She wasn't afraid of anything.
Where did they fiind her?
Near Edgecombe, about 40 miles up channel, about two months afterwards.
Maxim went up to identify her.
It was horrible for him.
Mr. Crawley, please don't think me morbidly curious.
It isn't that. It's just that I feel at such a disadvantage.
All the time, whenever I meet anyone,
Maxim's sister or even the servants, I know they're all thinking the same thing.
They're all comparing me with her, with Rebecca.
Oh, you mustn't think that. I can't tell you how glad I am that you've married Maxim.
It's going to make all the difference to his life.
And from my point of view, it's very refreshing... to fiind someone like yourself who's not entirely in tune, shall we say, with Manderley.
That's very sweet of you.
I dare say I've been stupid, but every day I realize things that she had and that I lack:
beauty and wit and intelligence... and, oh, all the things that are so important in a woman.
But you have qualities that are just as important- more important, if I may say so.
Kindliness and sincerity... and, if you'll forgive me, modesty... mean more to a husband than all the wit and beauty in the world.
We none of us want to live in the past.
Maxim least of all. It's up to you, you know, to lead us away from it.
Well, I promise you I won't bring this up again, but before we end this conversation... would you answer just one more question?
If it's something I'm able to answer, I'll do my best.
Tell me, what was Rebecca really like?
I suppose-
I suppose she was the most beautiful creature I ever saw.
- Good evening, Maxim.
- Hello. The fiilms of the honeymoon have arrived at last.
Have we time, do you think, before dinner?
Well, what on earth have you done to yourself?
Oh, nothing. I just ordered a new dress from London.
I hope you don't mind.
Oh, no. Only do you think that sort of thing is right for you?
- It doesn't seem your type at all.
- I thought you'd like it. And what have you done to your hair?
[ Laughing ] Oh, I see.
Oh, dear. Oh, dear.
Oh, dear. I'm sorry.
You look lovely, lovely.
That's very nice... for a change.
Shall we see these pictures?
Ah, look, now.
Look at that.
Wasn't it wonderful, darling?
Can't we go back there someday?
Yes, of course, of course.
Ah, look at you. There. Won't our grandchildren be delighted when they see how lovely you were?
Oh, look at you!
- [ Laughs, Mutters ] - Oh, I like that.
[ Laughing ] Look at that.
- Yes, very nice.
- Oh, remember that? - Yes. - Oh, I wish our honeymoon could have lasted forever, Maxim.
Oh, dash it! Look. Oh.
Oh, hang it. I've threaded it up wrong, as usual, or something.
Yes, Frith, what is it?
Excuse me, sir.
May I have a word with you?
Yes.
Come in.
It's about Robert, sir. There's been a slight unpleasantness between him and Mrs. Danvers.
- Oh, dear.
- Robert is very upset. This is trouble.
What is it?
It appears Mrs. Danvers has accused Robert... of stealing a valuable ornament from the morning room.
Robert denies the accusation most emphatically, sir.
- What was the thing, anyway?
- The china cupid, sir. [ Maxim ] Oh, dear.
That's one of our treasures, isn't it? Well, tell Mrs. Danvers to get to the bottom of it somehow and I'm sure it wasn't Robert.
[ Rrith ] Very good, sir.
Why do they come to me with these things?
That's your job, sweetheart. Maxim, I wanted to tell you, but, um, well, I forgot.
- The fact is, I broke the china cupid.
- You broke it? Now, why on earth didn't you say something about it when Frith was here?
I don't know.
I didn't like to.
I was afraid he'd think me a fool.
Well, he'll think you much more a fool now.
You'll have to explain to him and Mrs. Danvers.
- No, you do it. I'll go upstairs.
- Don't be such a little idiot. Anybody would think you were afraid of them.
It was all a mistake, Mrs. Danvers.
Apparently, Mrs. de Winter broke the cupid herself... and forgot to say anything about it.
I'm so sorry. I - I never thought that I'd get Robert into trouble.
Is it possible to repair the ornament, madam?
No, I'm afraid it isn't.
It was smashed into pieces.
Well, I-I put them at the back of one of the drawers in the writing desk.
Well, it looks as though Mrs. de Winter were afraid... you were going to put her in prison, doesn't it, Mrs. Danvers?
Find the pieces, see if they can be mended and tell Robert to dry his tears.
I shall apologize to Robert, of course. Perhaps if such a thing happens again, Mrs. de Winter will tell me personally-
Yes, yes, all right.
[ Door Opens, Closes ] Well, I suppose that clip will hold all right.
I'm awfully sorry, darling.
It was very careless of me.
Mrs. Danvers must be furious with me. Oh, hang Mrs. Danvers.
Why on earth should you be frightened of her?
You behave more like an upstairs maid or something, not like the mistress of the house at all.
But I feel so uncomfortable.
I, I try my best every day, but it's very diffiicult... with people looking me up and down as if I were a prize cow.
Well, what does it matter if they do?
You must remember that life at Manderley... is the only thing that interests anybody down here.
What a slap in the eye I must have been to them, then.
I suppose that's why you married me.
Because you knew I was dull and gauche and inexperienced... and there could never be any gossip about me.
What do you mean?
I - I don't know.
I just said it for something to say.
Don't look at me like that.
Maxim, what's the matter?
What have I said?
It wasn't a very attractive thing to say, was it?
No.
It was rude, hateful.
I wonder if I did a very selfiish thing in marrying you.
How do you mean?
I'm not much of a companion to you, am I?
You don't get much fun, do you?
You ought to have married a boy, someone of your own age.
Maxim, why do you say this?
Of course we're companions. Are we?
I don't know.
I'm very diffiicult to live with.
No, you're not diffiicult. You're easy, very easy.
Our marriage is a success, isn't it? A great success?
We're happy, aren't we?
Terribly happy.
If you don't think we are happy, it would be much better if you didn't pretend.
I'll go away.
Why don't you answer me?
How can I answer you when I don't know the answer myself?
If you say we're happy, let's leave it at that.
Happiness is something I know nothing about.
Oh, look, there's the one... when I left the camera running on the tripod, remember?
Is there anything I can do for you? I'm all right, Hilda.
Thank you very much.
I'll bring the sandwiches immediately, madam.
- Hilda. - Yes, madam?
The west wing- Nobody ever uses it anymore, do they? No, madam.
Not since the death of Mrs. de Winter.
[ Mrs. Danvers ] Come along, Mr. Jack, or someone may see you.
[ Ravell ] Well, Danny, old harpy, it's been good to see you again. - [Jasper Barking ]
- I've been simply breathless to pick up all the news.
[ Mrs. Danvers ] I don't think it's wise for you to come here, Mr. Jack. - Jasper, come here.
- Oh, nonsense. It's just like coming back home. - Quiet, Mr. Jack.
- Yes, and we must be careful not to shock Cinderella. She's in the morning room.
If you leave through the garden door, she won't see you.
[ Ravell ] I must say I feel a little like the poor relation, sneaking around through back doors.
- Well, toodle-oo, Danny. - Good-bye, Mr. Jack, and be careful.
- [Jasper Whining ] - Jasper, quiet!
Looking for me?
Oh, I didn't make you jump, did I? No, of course not.
I didn't quite know who it was. - [Jasper Barking ]
- Yes, you're pleased to see me, aren't you, old boy?
I'm glad there's someone in the family to welcome me back to Manderley.
And, um, how is dear old Max?
Very well, thank you.
I hear he went up to London, left his little bride all alone.
That's too bad.
Isn't he rather afraid that somebody might come down and carry you off?
Danny, all your precautions were in vain.
The mistress of the house was hiding behind the door.
Oh, what about presenting me to the bride?
- This is Mr. Favell, madam. - How do you do?
How do you do?
Won't you have some tea or something?
Now, isn't that a charming invitation?
I've been asked to stay to tea, Danny, and I've a good mind to accept.
Oh, well, perhaps you're right. Pity, just when we were getting on so nicely.
We mustn't lead the young bride astray, must we,Jasper? Good-bye.
It's been fun meeting you.
Oh, and by the way, it would be very decent of you... if you wouldn't mention this little visit to your revered husband.
He doesn't exactly approve of me. - Very well.
- That's very sporting of you.
I wish I had a young bride of three months waiting for me at home.
I'm just a lonely old bachelor.
Fare thee well. [ Grunts ]
Oh, and I know what was wrong with that introduction.
Danny didn't tell you, did she? I am Rebecca's favorite cousin.
Toodle-oo.
Do you wish anything, madam?
I didn't expect to see you, Mrs. Danvers.
I noticed a window wasn't closed, and I came up to see if I could fasten it.
Why did you say that?
I closed it before I left the room.
You opened it yourself, didn't you?
You've always wanted to see this room, haven't you, madam?
Why did you never ask me to show it to you?
I was ready to show it to you every day.
It's a lovely room, isn't it?
The loveliest room you've ever seen.
Everything is kept just as Mrs. de Winter liked it.
Nothing has been altered since that last night. Come.
I'll show you her dressing room.
This is where I keep all her clothes.
You would like to see them, wouldn't you?
Feel this.
It was a Christmas present from Mr. de Winter.
He was always giving her expensive gifts, the whole year round.
I keep her underwear on this side.
They were made specially for her by the nuns in the Convent of St. Claire.
I always used to wait up for her, no matter how late.
Sometimes she and Mr. de Winter didn't come home until dawn.
While she was undressing, she'd tell me about the party she'd been to.
She knew everyone that mattered, and everyone loved her.
When she'd fiinished her bath, she'd go into the bedroom and go over to the dressing table.
Oh, you've moved her brush, haven't you?
There, that's better- just as she always laid it down.
"Come on, Danny, hair drill," she would say.
I'd stand behind her like this and brush away for 20 minutes at a time.
And then she would say,
"Good night, Danny," and step into her bed.
I embroidered this case for her myself, and I keep it here always.
Did you ever see anything so delicate?
Look, you can see my hand through it.
You wouldn't think she'd been gone so long, would you?
Sometimes when I walk along the corridor,
I fancy I hear her just behind me.
That quick, light step. I couldn't mistake it anywhere.
It's not only in this room. It's in all the rooms in the house.
I can almost hear it now.
Do you think the dead come back and watch the living?
[ Sobbing ] No, I don't believe it.
Sometimes I wonder if she doesn't come back here to Manderley... and watch you and Mr. de Winter together.
You look tired.
Why don't you stay here a while and rest... and listen to the sea?
It's so soothing.
Listen to it.
Listen.
Listen to the sea.
Tell Mrs. Danvers I wish to see her immediately.
You sent for me, madam?
Yes, Mrs. Danvers.
I want you to get rid of all these things.
These are Mrs. de Winter's things.
I am Mrs. de Winter now. Very well.
I'll give the instructions.
Just a moment, please.
Mrs. Danvers, I intend to say nothing to Mr. de Winter about Mr. Favell's visit.
In fact, I'd prefer to forget everything that happened this afternoon.
Oh, Maxim, Maxim, you've been gone all day!
You're choking me. Well. Well, well, well.
- What have you been doing? - Oh, I've been thinking.
- What did you want to do that for?
- Come in here and I'll tell you.
Darling, could we have a costume ball... just as you used to?
Now, what put that into your mind?
Has Beatrice been at you?
No, no, but I feel that we ought to do something... to make people feel that Manderley is just the same as it always was.
Oh, please, darling, could we?
You don't know what it would mean, you know.
You would have to be hostess to hundreds of people, all the county.
And a lot of young people would come up from London and turn the house into a night club.
Oh, yes, but I want to. Oh, please.
I've never been to a large party, but I could learn what to do.
And I promise you, you wouldn't be ashamed of me.
All right, if you think you'd enjoy it.
You'd better get Mrs. Danvers to help you, hadn't you? No, no.
I don't need Mrs. Danvers to help me.
- I can do it myself. - All right, my sweet.
Oh, thank you, darling. Thank you.
- Oh, what'll you go as?
- Oh, I never dress up.
That's the one privilege I claim as the host. What will you be?
Alice in Wonderland with that ribbon around your hair? I won't tell.
I'll design my costume... all by myself and give you the surprise of your life.
- [ Knock At Door ] - Come in.
Robert found these sketches in the library, madam.
- Did you intend throwing them away?
- Yes, Mrs. Danvers, I did.
They were just some ideas I was sketching for my costume for the ball.
Hasn't Mr. de Winter suggested anything?
No, I want to surprise him.
I don't want him to know anything about it.
I merely thought that you might fiind a costume... among the family portraits that would suit you.
Oh, you mean those at the top of the stairs?
I'll go and look at them.
This one, for instance. It might have been designed for you.
I'm sure you could have it copied.
I've heard Mr. de Winter say that this is his favorite of all the paintings.
It's Lady Caroline de Winter, one of his ancestors.
Oh, well, well, that's a splendid idea, Mrs. Danvers. I'm-I'm very grateful.
- Everything under control, Frith? - Yes, sir.
Thank you.
Excuse me, sir. Are you supposed to be a schoolmaster?
Oh, no, this is just my old cap and gown.
Certainly makes a very nice costume, sir, and economical too. Yes.
That was the idea.
Evening, Robert. Not very good weather for the ball. - No, sir.
- Very misty on the way and very chilly.
Oh, this wig's so tight, they ought to have sent an aspirin with it. Hello.
What's the idea?
Adam and Eve?
- Oh, Maxim, don't be disgusting. - Strong man, old man.
- Where's my weight thing? - What thing?
- You haven't left it in the car?
- Oh, no, there it is.
Are you the fiirst one down?
Where's the child?
She's keeping her costume a terrifiic secret. Wouldn't let me into her room.
Oh, lovely.
I'll go up and give her a hand.
- I could do with a drink. - Won't you catch cold in that thing?
- Don't be silly. Pure wool, old boy. - [ Laughs ]
Pardon me, sir. You forgot this.
Oh, thank you.
Here I am, dear. It's Bee. I've come to give you a hand.
Oh, please don't come in, Beatrice. I don't want anyone to see my costume. Oh.
Oh, well, you won't be long, will you?
Because the fiirst people will be arriving any moment.
- Now, you're sure that's where that should be? - Yes, madam, it's just right.
- Oh, isn't this exciting?
- Indeed it is, madam.
I've always heard of the Manderley Ball. Now I'm really going to see one.
I'm sure there'll be no one there to touch you, madam.
Do you really think so?
Now, where's my fan?
Now, you're sure I look all right?
You look ever so beautiful.
Well, here goes.
Good evening, Mr. de Winter.
What the devil do you think you're doing?
Rebecca! Oh.
But i-it's the picture, the one in the gallery.
What is it?
What have I done?
Go and take it off.
It doesn't matter what you put on. Anything will do.
What are you standing there for?
Didn't you hear what I said?
Sir George and Lady Moore.
Dudley Tennant. Admiral and Lady Burbank.
I watched you go down...
just as I watched her a year ago.
Even in the same dress, you couldn't compare. You knew it!
You knew that she wore it, and yet you deliberately suggested I wear it!
Why do you hate me?
What have I done to you that you should ever hate me so?
You tried to take her place. You let him marry you.
I've seen his face, his eyes.
They're the same as those fiirst weeks after she died.
I used to listen to him walking up and down, up and down, all night long, night after night, thinking of her, suffering torture because he'd lost her.
I don't want to know. I don't want to know.
You thought you could be Mrs. de Winter, live in her house, walk in her steps, take the things that were hers.
But she's too strong for you. You can't flight her.
No one ever got the better of her, never, never.
She was beaten in the end, but it wasn't a man, it wasn't a woman.
- It was the sea!
- Oh, stop it, stop it. Oh, stop it.
[ Sobbing Continues ]
You're overwrought, madam. I've opened a window for you.
A little air will do you good.
Why don't you go?
Why don't you leave Manderley?
He doesn't need you.
He's got his memories.
He doesn't love you. He wants to be alone again with her.
You've nothing to stay for.
You've nothing to live for, really, have you?
Look down there. It's easy, isn't it?
Why don't you?
Why don't you?
Go on... go on.
Don't be afraid.
[ Man ] Shipwreck!
Ship on the rocks!
It's a ship aground, sending up rockets. Shipwreck!
Come on, everybody, down to the bay!
Notify the Coast Guard!
Oh, Maxim! Maxim!
- Ship ashore!
- Come on, come on!
Everybody!
Maxim! Maxim!
Ben, have you seen Mr. de Winter anywhere?
She won't come back, will she?
You said so. Who, Ben?
What do you mean?
Uh, the other one.
Oh, Frank, have you seen Maxim anywhere?
Not since about half an hour ago. I thought he'd gone up to the house.
No, he hasn't been to the house at all, and I'm afraid something might have happened to him.
Frank, what's the matter? Is anything wrong?
There is something wrong.
Well, the diver who went down to inspect the bottom of the ship... came across the hull of another boat- a little sailboat.
- Frank, is it-
- Yes, it's Rebecca's.
How did they recognize it?
He's a local man. Knew it instantly.
It'll be so hard on poor Maxim.
Yes, it's going to bring it all back again, and worse than before.
Why did they have to fiind it?
Why couldn't they have left it there in peace, at the bottom of the sea?
Well, I'd better get along and arrange some breakfast for the men.
All right, Frank. I'll go and look for Maxim.
Hello.
Maxim.
You haven't had any sleep.
Have you forgiven me?
Forgiven you?
What have I got to forgive you for?
For last night, my stupidity about the costume.
Oh, that. I'd forgotten.
I was angry with you, wasn't I?
Hmm.
Maxim, can't we start all over again?
I don't ask that you should love me. I won't ask impossible things.
I'll be your friend, your companion.
I'll be happy with that.
You love me very much, don't you?
But it's too late, my darling.
We've lost our little chance of happiness.
- No, Maxim, no. - Yes.
It's all over now.
The thing's happened.
The thing I've dreaded day after day, night after night.
Maxim, what are you trying to tell me?
Rebecca has won.
Her shadow has been between us all the time, keeping us from one another.
She knew that this would happen.
What are you saying?
They sent a diver down. He found another boat.
Yes, I know.
Frank told me. Rebecca's boat.
Oh, it's terrible for you. I'm so sorry.
The diver made another discovery.
He broke one of the ports and looked into the cabin.
There was a body in there.
Then she wasn't alone.
There was someone sailing with her, and you have to fiind out who it was.
That's it, isn't it, Maxim?
You don't understand. There was no one with her.
It's Rebecca's body lying there on the cabin floor.
[ Shuddering ] Oh, no.
The woman that was washed up at Edgecombe, the woman that is now buried in the family crypt, that was not Rebecca.
That was the body of some unknown woman, unclaimed, belonging nowhere.
I identifiied it, but I knew it wasn't Rebecca.
It was all a lie.
I knew where Rebecca's body was.
Lying on that cabin floor on the bottom of the sea.
How did you know, Maxim?
Because I put it there.
Will you look into my eyes and tell me that you love me now?
You see?
I was right.
It's too late.
No, it's not too late. You're not to say that.
I love you more than anything in the world.
Oh, please, Maxim, kiss me, please. No.
It's no use.
It's too late.
We can't lose each other now.
We must be together always, with no secrets, no shadows.
We may only have a few days, a few hours.
Maxim, why didn't you tell me before?
I nearly did sometimes, but you never seemed close enough.
How could we be close when I knew you were always thinking of Rebecca?
How could I even ask you to love me when I knew you loved Rebecca still?
What are you talking about?
What do you mean?
Whenever you touched me, I knew you were comparing me with Rebecca.
Whenever you looked at me or spoke to me or walked with me in the garden,
I knew you were thinking,
"This I did with Rebecca, and this and this. "
Oh, it's true, isn't it?
You thought I loved Rebecca?
You thought that?
I hated her.
Oh, I was carried away by her, enchanted by her, as everyone was.
And when I was married, I was told I was the luckiest man in the world.
She was so lovely, so accomplished, so amusing.
"She's got the three things that really matter in a wife," everyone said.
" Breeding, brains and beauty. "
And I believed them, completely.
But I never had a moment's happiness with her.
She was incapable of love... or tenderness or decency.
You didn't love her?
You didn't love her?
Do you remember that cliff where you fiirst saw me in Monte Carlo?
Well, I went there with Rebecca on our honeymoon.
That was where I found out about her.
Four days after we were married.
She stood there laughing, her black hair blowing in the wind, and told me all about herself.
Everything.
Things I'll never tell a living soul.
I wanted to kill her.
It would have been so easy. Remember the precipice?
I frightened you, didn't I?
You thought I was mad.
Perhaps I was. Perhaps I am mad.
It wouldn't make for sanity, would it, living with the devil?
"I'll make a bargain with you," she said.
"You'd look rather foolish trying to divorce me now after four days of marriage,
"so I'll play the part of a devoted wife, mistress of your precious Manderley.
"I'll make it the most famous showplace in England, if you like,
"and people will visit us and envy us...
"and say we're the luckiest, happiest couple in the country.
What a grand joke it will be!
What a triumph!"
I should never have accepted her dirty bargain, but I did.
I was younger then and tremendously conscious of the family honor.
[ Scoffs ] Family honor.
She knew that I'd sacrifiice everything... rather than stand up in a divorce court... and give her away, admit that our marriage was a rotten fraud.
You despise me, don't you?
As I despise myself.
You can't understand what my feelings were, can you?
Of course I can, darling. Of course I can.
Well, I kept the bargain. And so did she, apparently.
Oh, she played the game brilliantly.
But after a while, she began to grow careless.
She took a flat in London, and she'd stay away for days at a time.
Then she started to bring her friends down here.
I warned her, but she shrugged her shoulders.
"What's it got to do with you?" she said.
She even started on Frank. Poor, faithful Frank.
Then there was a cousin of hers, a man named Favell.
Yes, I know him. He came the day you went to London.
Why didn't you tell me?
I didn't like to. I thought it would remind you of Rebecca.
Remind me!
[ Chuckles ]
As if I needed reminding.
Favell used to visit her here in this cottage.
I found out about it, and I warned her... that if he came here again, I'd shoot them both.
One night when I found that she'd come back quietly from London,
I thought that Ravell was with her, and I knew then I couldn't stand this life of fiilth and deceit any longer.
I decided to come down here and have it out with both of them.
But she was alone.
She was expecting Favell, but he hadn't come.
She was lying on the divan, a large tray of cigarette stubs beside her.
She looked ill, queer.
Suddenly she got up, started to walk toward me.
"When I have a child, she said,
"neither you nor anyone else could ever prove it wasn't yours.
You'd like to have an heir, wouldn't you, Max, for your precious Manderley?"
Then she started to laugh.
"How funny. How supremely, wonderfully funny.
"I'd be the perfect mother, just as I've been the perfect wife.
"No one will ever know.
"It ought to give you the thrill of your life, Max,
"to watch my son grow bigger day by day... and to know that when you die, Manderley will be his. "
She was face to face with me, one hand in her pocket, the other holding a cigarette.
She was smiling.
"Well, Max, what are you going to do about it?
Aren't you going to kill me?"
I suppose I went mad for a moment.
I must have struck her.
She stood staring at me.
She looked almost triumphant.
Then she started toward me again, smiling.
Suddenly she stumbled and fell.
When I looked down- ages afterwards, it seemed- she was lying on the floor.
She'd struck her head on a heavy piece of ship's tackle.
I remember wondering why she was still smiling... then I realized she was dead.
But you didn't kill her!
It was an accident!
Who would believe me?
I lost my head.
I just knew I had to do something, anything.
I carried her out to the boat.
It was very dark. There was no moon.
I put her in the cabin.
When the boat seemed a safe distance from the shore, I took a spike... and drove it again and again through the planking of the hull.
I had opened up the seacocks, and the water began to come in fast.
I climbed over into the dinghy and pulled away.
I saw the boat heel over... and sink.
I pulled back into the cove.
It started raining.
Maxim, does anyone else know this?
No, no one, except you and me.
We must explain it.
It's got to be the body of someone you've never seen before.
No, they're bound to know her.
Her rings, bracelets she always wore.
They'll identify her body, then they'll remember the other woman, the other woman buried in the crypt.
If they fiind out it was Rebecca, you must simply say that you made a mistake about the other body- that the day you went to Edgecombe, you were ill, you didn't know what you were doing.
Rebecca's dead. That's what we've got to remember.
Rebecca's dead. She can't speak.
She can't bear witness. She can't harm you anymore.
We're the only two people in the world that know, Maxim-you and I.
I told you once that I'd done a very selfiish thing in marrying you.
You can understand now what I meant.
I've loved you, my darling.
I shall always love you.
But I've known all along that Rebecca would win in the end.
No, no, she hasn't won.
No matter what happens now, she hasn't won.
Hello? Hel-
Hello, Frank. Hello, Frank. Yes.
Who?
ColonelJulyan?
Yes, tell him I'll meet him there as soon as I possibly can.
What? Oh.
Well, say we could talk about that when we're sure about the matter.
What's happened?
ColonelJulyan called. He's the chief constable of the county.
He's been asked by the police to go to the mortuary.
He wants to know if I could possibly have made a mistake... about that other body.
Well, ColonelJulyan, apparently I did make a mistake about that other body.
The mistake was quite natural under the circumstances.
- Besides, you weren't well at the time.
- I was perfectly well.
Well, don't let it worry you, Maxim.
Nobody can blame you for making a mistake.
The pity is, you've got to go through the same thing all over again.
- What do you mean?
- Oh, there'll have to be another inquest, of course.
- The same formality and red tape. - Oh.
I wish you could be spared the publicity of it, but I'm afraid that's impossible.
Oh, yes, the publicity.
I suppose Mrs. de Winter went below for something... and a squall hit the boat with nobody at the helm.
I imagine that's about the solution of it, don't you think so, Crawley?
Oh, yes. Probably the door jammed and she couldn't get on deck again.
Yes.
Tabb, the boatbuilder, will undoubtedly come to some such conclusion.
Why?
What would he know about it?
Well, he's examining the boat now.
Purely as a matter of routine, you know.
I'll be at the inquest tomorrow, Maxim- quite unoffiicially, you know.
We must get together for a game of golf when it's all over, eh?
- Yes. - Bye-bye.
I have the evening papers, madam.
- Would you care to see them?
- Oh, no thank you, Frith, and I'd prefer that Mr. de Winter weren't troubled with them either.
I understand, madam. Permit me to say that we're all most distressed outside.
- Oh, thank you, Frith. - I'm afraid the news has been a shock to Mrs. Danvers.
Yes, I rather expected it would be.
It seems there's to be a coroner's inquest, madam?
Yes, Frith. It's purely a formality.
Of course, madam.
I, I wanted to say... that if any of us might be required to give evidence,
I should be only too pleased to do anything that might help the family.
Oh, thank you, Frith. I'm sure Mr. de Winter will be very happy to hear it.
But I don't think anything will be necessary.
Maxim!
Hello, darling.
Oh, Maxim, I'm, I'm worried about what you'll do at the inquest tomorrow.
What do you mean?
You won't lose your temper, will you?
Promise me that they won't make you angry.
All right, darling, I promise.
No matter what he asks you, you won't lose your head.
Don't worry, dear.
They can't do anything at once, can they?
No.
- Then we've a little time left to be together?
- Yes.
I want to go to the inquest with you.
I'd rather you didn't, darling.
But I can't wait here alone.
I promise you I won't be any trouble to you.
And I must be near you so that no matter what happens, we won't be separated for a moment.
All right, dear.
I don't mind this whole thing, except for you.
I can't forget what it's done to you.
I've been thinking of nothing else since it happened.
Ahhh... it's gone forever.
That funny, young, lost look I loved... won't ever come back.
I killed that when I told you about Rebecca.
It's gone.
In a few hours... you've grown so much older.
[ Sobbing ] Oh, Maxim, Maxim.
BlackJack Brady was his name.
The most important arrest I ever made.
It must have been about two years ago now.
Of course there was no doubt about it.
He was hung a month after I caught him.
- Hello, wait a minute. - [ Murmuring ]
They've got old Balmy Ben up now.
[ Man ] You remember the late Mrs. de Winter, don't you?
- She's gone. - Yes, we know that.
She went in the sea. The sea got her.
That's right, that's right.
Now, we want you to tell us... whether you were on the shore that last night she went sailing.
- Eh?
- Were you on the shore... that last night she went out, when she didn't come back?
I didn't see nothin'. I don't want to go to the asylum.
Them cruel folks there.
Now, nobody's going to send you to the asylum.
All we want you to do is tell us what you saw.
I didn't see nothin'.
Come, come. Did you see Mrs. de Winter get into her boat that last night?
I don't know nothin'. I don't want to go to the asylum.
- Very well, you may go. - Eh?
You may go now.
Mr. Tabb, would you step forward, please?
The evidence you give will be the truth, the whole truth and nothing but the truth?
I do, so help me God.
The late Mrs. de Winter used to send her boat to your shipyard for reconditioning.
- That's right, sir. - Can you remember any occasion...
- when she had any sort of accident with the boat?
- No, sir.
I often said Mrs. de Winter was a born sailor.
Now, when Mrs. de Winter went below, as is supposed, and a sudden gust of wind came down, that would be enough to capsize the boat, wouldn't it?
Excuse me, sir, but there's a little more to it than that.
- What do you mean, Mr. Tabb?
- I mean, sir, the seacocks.
- What are the seacocks?
- Seacock-
Oh, well, the seacocks are the valves to drain out the boat, and they're always kept tight closed when you're afloat.
Yes?
Well, yesterday when I examined that boat, I found they'd been opened.
- What could be the reason for that?
- Just this.
That's what flooded the boat and sunk her.
- Are you implying-
- That boat never capsized at all.
I know it's a terrible thing to say, sir, but in my opinion, she was scuttled.
- And there's them 'oles. - What holes?
- In her planking. - What are you talking about?
Of course, that boat's been underwater for over a year, and the tide's been knocking her against the ridge, but it seemed to me the 'oles looked as if she'd made 'em from the inside.
Then you believe she must have done it deliberately?
Couldn't have been no accident, not with her knowledge of boats.
You knew the former Mrs. de Winter very well, I believe?
- Oh, yes. - Would you believe her capable of suicide?
No, frankly I would not, but you never can tell.
You may stand down, Mr. Tabb.
Mr. de Winter, please.
I'm sorry to drag you back for further questioning, Mr. de Winter.
You've heard the statement of Mr. Tabb. I wonder if you can help us in any way.
- Can you think of any reason why there should be holes... in the planking of the late Mrs. de Winter's boat?
Well, of course I can't think of any reason.
Has anyone ever discussed these holes with you before?
Well, since the boat has been at the bottom of the ocean, I scarcely think that likely.
Mr. de Winter, I want you to believe we all feel very deeply for you, but I don't conduct this inquiry for my own amusement.
- That's rather obvious, isn't it? - I hope that it is.
Since Mrs. de Winter went sailing alone, are we to believe she drove those holes herself?
You may believe what you like.
Can you enlighten us as to why Mrs. de Winter... should have wanted to end her own life?
I know of no reason whatever.
Mr. de Winter, however painful it may be,
I have to ask you a very personal question.
Were relations between you and the late Mrs. de Winter perfectly happy?
Were relations between you and the late Mrs. de Winter perfectly happy?
I won't stand this any longer!
And you might as well know now [ Gasps, Murmuring ] - [ Gavel Pounding ]
I presume you'll be available for us then?
I told you you should have had some breakfast.
You're hungry. That's what's the matter with you.
Mr. Frith thought you might like to have some lunch from the house and sent me with it.
- Oh, that's fline, Mullen. Can you pull around the corner? - Very good, sir.
Awfully foolish of me fainting like that.
Nonsense.
If you hadn't fainted, I'd have really lost my temper.
Darling, please be careful.
Darling, wait here a few moments.
- I'll see if I can fiind old Frank. - Of course, darling.
- Don't worry about me.
I'll be all right. - Sure? All right.
Here, have a spot of this. Do you good.
Thank you.
- Sure you're all right?
- Yes, of course.
- I won't be long. - Right you are.
- Ugh. - Hello.
And how does the bride fiind herself today?
I say, marriage with Max is not exactly a bed of roses, is it?
I think you'd better go before Maxim gets back.
Oh,jealous, is he?
Well, I can't say I blame him.
But you don't think I'm the Big Bad Wolf, do you?
I'm not, you know. I'm a perfectly ordinary, harmless bloke.
And I think you're behaving splendidly over all this.
Perfectly splendidly.
You know, you've grown up a bit since I last saw you.
- It's no wonder. - What do you want, Favell?
Oh, hello, Max. Things are going pretty well for you, aren't they?
Better than you ever expected. I was rather worried about you at fiirst.
That's why I came down to the inquest.
I'm touched by your solicitude, but if you don't mind, we'd rather like to have our lunch.
Lunch!
I say, what a jolly idea! Rather like a picnic, isn't it?
I'm so sorry. Do you mind if I put this there?
You know, Max, old boy, I really think I ought to talk things over with you.
Talk what things over?
Well, those holes in the planking, for one thing.
Those holes that were drilled from the inside.
- Oh, Mullen! - Yes, sir?
Would you, like a good fellow, have my car fiilled with petrol?
- It's almost empty. - Very good, sir.
- And Mullen, close the door, will you? - Yes, sir.
Does this bother you?
You know, old boy, I have a strong feeling... that before the day is out, somebody's going to make use of that... rather expressive, though somewhat old-fashioned term "foul play. "
Am I boring you with all this?
No?
Good.
Well, you see, Max, I fiind myself in a rather awkward position.
You've only got to read this note to understand. It's from Rebecca.
And what's more, she had the foresight to put the date on it.
She wrote it to me the day she died.
Incidentally, I was out on a party on that night, so I didn't get it until the next day.
What makes you think that note would interest me?
Oh, I'm not going to bother you with the contents now, but I can assure you that it is not the note of a woman... who intends to drown herself that same night.
By the way, what do you do with old bones?
Bury them, eh, what?
However, for the time being-
You know, Max, I'm getting awfully fed up with my job as a motorcar salesman.
I don't know if you've ever experienced the feeling... of driving an expensive motorcar which isn't your own.
But it can be very, very exasperating.
You know what I mean. You want to own the car yourself.
I've often wondered what it would be like to retire to the country, have a nice little place with a few acres of shooting.
I've never fiigured out what it would cost a year, but I'd like to talk about it with you.
I'd like to have your advice on how to live comfortably without hard work.
Hello, Favell. You looking for me, Maxim?
Yes.
Mr. Favell and I have a little business transaction on hand.
I think we had better conduct it over at the inn.
They may have a private room there.
Well, see you later.
Find ColonelJulyan. Tell him I want to see him immediately.
Come on, Favell. Let's go.
Have you a private room, please?
- Of course, sir.
Through there, sir. - Thank you.
Hope this will do, Mr. de Winter.
Oh, it's splendid, splendid. Exactly like the Ritz.
- Any orders, gents?
- Yes, you might bring me a large brandy and soda.
How about you, Max?
Have one on me. I feel I can afford to play host.
- Thanks.
I don't mind if I do. - Make it two, will you, my good fellow?
- Very good, sir. - [Julyan ] Where's Mr. de Winter?
Oh, through the other door, sir.
ColonelJulyan, his is Mr. Favell.
Oh, I know ColonelJulyan. We're old friends, aren't we?
Since you're old friends, I assume you also know he's head of the police here.
I think he might be interested to hear your proposition. Go on, tell him all about it.
I merely said I hoped to give up selling cars and retire.
Actually, he offered to withhold a vital piece of evidence... if I made it worth his while.
I only want to see justice done, Colonel.
Now, that boatbuilder's evidence... suggested certain theories concerning Rebecca's death.
One of them, of course, is suicide.
I have a little note here which puts that possibility quite out of court.
- Read it, Colonel. - "Jack, darling,
"I've just seen the doctor and I'm going down to Manderley right away.
"I shall be at the cottage all evening and shall leave the door open for you.
I have something terribly important to tell you.
Rebecca. " Now, does that look like the note of a woman who had made up her mind to kill herself?
And apart from that, Colonel, do you mean to tell me that if you wanted to commit suicide, you'd go to all the trouble of putting out to sea in a boat, then take a hammer and chisel and laboriously knock holes through the bottom of it?
Come, Colonel, as an offiicer of the law, don't you feel there are some slight grounds for suspicion?
- Of murder?
- What else?
You've known Max a long time, so you know he's the old-fashioned type... who'd die to defend his honor or who'd kill for it.
It's blackmail, pure and simple.
Blackmail's not so pure nor so simple.
It can bring a lot of trouble to a great many people, and the blackmailer sometimes fiinds himself in jail at the end of it.
I see.
You're going to hold de Winter's hand through all this... just because he's the big noise around here and he's actually permitted you to dine with him.
Be careful, Favell. You've brought an accusation of murder.
- Have you any witnesses?
- I do have a witness.
- Oh. - It's that fellow Ben.
If that stupid coroner hadn't been a snob,
- he'd have seen that half-wit was hiding something. - And why should Ben do that?
Because we caught him once, Rebecca and I, peering at us through the cottage window.
Rebecca threatened him with the asylum. That's why he was afraid to speak.
But he was always hanging about. He must have seen this whole thing.
It's ridiculous even listening to all this.
Ah. You're like a little trades union, all of you, aren't you?
And if my guess is right, Crawley, there's a bit of malice in your soul toward me, isn't there?
Crawley didn't have much success with Rebecca, but he ought to have more luck this time.
The bride will be grateful for your fraternal arm, Crawley... in a week or so.
- Every time she faints, in fact. - De Winter!
- Maxim, please! - De Winter!
That temper of yours will do you in yet, Max.
[ Knock At Door ] Oh, uh, excuse me, gentlemen. Now, is there anything else?
Yes.
You might bring Mr. de Winter a sedative.
- No, no, nothing at all.
Just leave us. - Very good, sir.
Now, Favell, let's get this business over.
As you seem to have worked out the whole thing so carefully, perhaps you can provide us also with a motive?
I knew you were going to bring that up, Colonel.
I've read enough detective stories to know that there must always be a motive.
And if you'll all excuse me for a moment, I'll supply that too.
I wish you would go home. You ought not to be here through all this.
Please let me stay, Maxim.
Surely, Colonel Julyan,you're not going to allow this fellow-
My opinion of Favell is no higher than yours, Crawley.
But in my offiicial capacity,
I have no alternative but to pursue his accusation.
I entirely agree with you, Colonel.
In a manner so serious as this, we must make sure... of every point, explore every avenue, and, in fact, if I may coin a phrase, leave no stone unturned.
Ah, here she is- the missing link, the witness who will help supply the motive.
Colonel Julyan, Mrs. Danvers. I believe you know everyone else.
- Won't you sit down?
- No offense, Colonel, but I think I'll put this to Danny.
She'll understand it more easily. Danny, who was Rebecca's doctor?
Mrs. de Winter always had Dr. McClean from the village.
Now, you heard. I said Rebecca's doctor, in London.
I don't know anything about that.
Oh, don't give me that. You knew everything about Rebecca.
You knew she was in love with me, didn't you?
Surely you haven't forgotten the good times she and I used to have down at the cottage.
She had a right to amuse herself, didn't she?
Love was a game to her. It made her laugh, I tell you.
She used to sit on her bed and rock with laughter at the lot of you.
Can you think of any reason why Mrs. de Winter should have taken her own life?
I knew everything about her, and I won't believe it.
There, you see?
It's impossible. She knows that as well as I do.
Now, listen to me, Danny. We know that Rebecca went to a doctor in London.
- Who was it?
- I don't know.
Oh, I understand, Danny.
You think we're asking you to reveal secrets of Rebecca's life.
You're trying to defend her. But that's what I'm doing.
I'm trying to clear her name of the suspicion of suicide.
Mrs. Danvers, it has been suggested...
Mrs. de Winter was deliberately murdered.
There you have it in a nutshell, Danny.
But there's one more thing you'll want to know: the name of the murderer.
It's a lovely name that rolls off the tongue so easily:
George Fortescue Maximilian de Winter.
There was a doctor.
Mrs. de Winter sometimes went to him privately.
She used to go to him even before she was married.
We don't want reminiscences, Danny. What was his name?
Dr. Baker, 165 Goldhawk Road, Shepherd's Bush.
There you are, Colonel. There's where you'll fiind your motive.
Go and question Dr. Baker.
He'll tell you why Rebecca went to him- to confiirm the fact that she was going to have a child, a sweet, curly-headed little child.
It isn't true.
It isn't true. She would have told me.
She told Max about it. Maxim knew he wasn't the father.
So, like the gentleman of the old school that he is, he killed her!
[Julyan ] I'm afraid we shall have to question this Dr. Baker.
Hear, hear. But for safety's sake, I think I'd like to go along too.
Yes, unfortunately, I suppose you have the right to ask that.
I'll see the coroner and have the inquest postponed pending further evidence.
I say, aren't you rather afraid that the prisoner, shall we say, might bolt?
You have my word for it that he will not do that.
Toodle-oo, Max. Come along, Danny.
Let's leave the unhappy couple to spend their last moments together alone.
Are you sure you don't want me to go with you, Maxim?
No, darling. It'll be very tiring for you.
I'll be back the very fiirst thing in the morning, and I won't even stop to sleep.
I'll be waiting for you.
- Ready, Maxim?
- Yes.
You two go on ahead. I'll follow with Favell.
Dr. Baker, you may have seen Mr. de Winter's name in the papers recently.
Oh, yes, yes. In connection with a body that was found in a boat.
My wife was reading all about it. A very sad case.
- My condolences-
- Oh, this is going to take hours.
Let me- Don't bother, Favell. I think I can tell Dr. Baker.
We're trying to discover certain facts... concerning the late Mrs. de Winter's activities on the day of her death,
October 12, last year, and I want you to tell me, if you can, if anyone of that name paid you a visit on that date.
I'm awfully sorry. I'm afraid I can't help you.
I should have remembered the name de Winter.
I've never attended a Mrs. de Winter in my life.
Well, how can you possibly tell all your patients' names?
I can look it up in my engagement diary if you like.
- Did you say the 12th of October?
- Yes.
Oh, here we are. No, no de Winter.
- Are you sure?
- Well, here are all the appointments for that day.
" Ross, Campbell, Steadall, Perrino, Danvers, Mathews-"
Danny! What the devil!
Would you read that name again?
Did you say Danvers?
Yes, I have a Mrs. Danvers for 3:00.
What did she look like?
Can you remember?
Yes, I remember her quite well.
She was a very beautiful woman- tall, dark, exquisitely dressed.
- Rebecca. - The lady must have used an assumed name.
Is that so?
This is a surprise. I'd known her a long time.
What was the matter with her?
My dear sir, there are certain ethics.
Could you supply a reason, Dr. Baker, for Mrs. de Winter's suicide?
For her murder, you mean. She was going to have a kid, wasn't she?
Come on, out with it!
Tell me what else a woman of her class be doing in a dump like this?
I take it the offiicial nature of this visit makes it necessary for me to-
I assure you we'd not be troubling you if it were not necessary.
You want to know if I can suggest any motive... as to why Mrs. de Winter should have taken her life?
Yes, I think I can.
The woman who called herself Mrs. Danvers was very seriously ill.
She was not going to have a child?
That was what she thought, but my diagnosis was different.
I sent her to a well-known specialist for an examination and X-rays, and on this date she returned to me for his report.
I remember her standing here holding out her hand for the photograph.
"I want to know the truth," she said.
"I don't want soft words and a bedside manner.
If I'm for it, you can tell me right away. "
I knew she was not the type to accept a lie.
She'd asked for the truth, so I let her have it.
She thanked me and I never saw her again, so I assumed that-
- What was wrong with her?
- Cancer.
Yes, the growth was deep-rooted.
An operation would have been no earthly use at all.
In a short time, she would have been under morphia.
There was nothing that could be done for her, except wait.
[ Maxim ] Did she say anything when you told her?
She smiled in a queer sort of way.
Your wife was a wonderful woman, Mr. de Winter.
And, oh yes, I remember she said something... that struck me as being very peculiar at the time.
When I told her it was a matter of months, she said, "Oh, no, Doctor, not that long. "
You've been very kind. You've told us all we wanted to know.
We shall probably need an offiicial verifiication.
- Verifiication?
- Yes, to confiirm the verdict of suicide.
[ Dr. Baker ] I understand. Can I offer you gentlemen a glass of sherry?
[Julyan ] No, very kind. I think we ought to be going.
Thank heaven we know the truth.
Dreadful thing, dreadful.
Ayoung and lovely woman like her.
No wonder-
I never had the remotest idea. Neither did Danny, I'm sure.
I wish I had a drink.
Will we be needed at the inquest any further, ColonelJulyan?
Oh, no. I can see to it that Maxim is not troubled any further.
- Thank you, sir. - Are you ready to start, Colonel?
No, thank you. I'm staying in town tonight.
And let me tell you, Favell, blackmail is not much of a profession, and we know how to deal with it in our part of the world, strange as it may seem to you.
I'm sure I don't know what you're talking about.
But if you ever need a new car, Colonel,just let me know.
It's impossible to thank you for your kindness to us through all this.
- You know what I feel without my saying anything.
- Not at all. Better let your wife know. She'll be getting worried.
Yes, I'll phone her at once, then we'll get straight down to Manderley.
Good-bye, Crawley. Maxim's got a great friend.
- Frank. - Yes, Maxim?
There's something you don't know.
Oh, no, there isn't.
I didn't kill her, Frank.
But I know now that when she told me about the child, she wanted me to kill her.
She lied on purpose. She foresaw the whole thing.
That's why she stood there laughing when she-
Don't think about it anymore.
Thank you, Frank.
Hello, Danny?
I just wanted to tell you the news.
Rebecca held out on both of us. She had cancer.
Yes, suicide.
And now Max and that dear little bride of his... will be able to stay on at Manderley and live happily ever after.
Bye-bye, Danny.
- Is this your car, sir?
- Yes.
Will you be going soon?
This isn't a parking place, you know.
Oh, isn't it?
People are entitled... to leave their cars outside if they want to.
It's a pity some of you fellows haven't anything better to do.
When you phoned, did she say she'd wait up?
I asked her to go to bed, but she wouldn't hear of it.
I wish I could get some more speed out of this thing.
Is something worrying you, Maxim?
I can't get over the feeling something's wrong.
- Frank!
- What's the matter? Why did we stop?
What's the time?
Oh, this clock's wrong.
It must be 3:00 or 4:00.
Why? That can't be the dawn breaking over there.
It's in the winter that you see the Northern Lights, isn't it?
That's not the Northern Lights. That's Manderley!
Frith! Frith! Mrs. de Winter.
Where is she?
- I thought I saw her, sir.
Maxim.
Thank heaven you've come back to me.
- Are you all right, darling?
Are you all right? - Oh, yes, I'm all right.
Mrs. Danvers. She's gone mad.
She said she'd rather destroy Manderley than see us happy here.
[ Robert ] Look!
The west wing!
- Good morning.
- Always the first one.
- It's none of your business.
Let me tell you, it doesn't hurt to be too early.
What for and why?
Who sees you?
Me. And who sees me?
You.
What does it get us?
Can we give each other a raise?
No.
What are you doing with that bicycle?
You can't take it.
Better not let Mr. Matuschek see.
Why don't you tell him?
It's all right with me.
You know where I was last night while you were home soaking your feet?
Running my legs off for Mrs. Matuschek.
"Pepi, go to the dressmaker." And when I come back:
"Pepi, will you please pick up a package at the drugstore?"
- Good morning.
- Good morning, Miss Kaczek.
Good morning.
- How's your boy?
- Much better, thanks.
- We called Dr. Hegedus.
- He's a very expensive doctor.
What can you do?
I thought I'd cut down on my cigars for a few weeks.
- Good morning.
- Good morning, llona.
- That's a new silver fox! It's stunning!
- Thank you.
- It must have been pretty expensive.
I hesitated a long time before I bought it.
I said, "No, I can't afford it." Still, I couldn't take my eyes off it.
- I said, "No, I have no right to..."
- And then he said, "Go on and take it."
- Trying to be clever.
- Shut up.
Good morning.
Pepi, go to the drugstore and get me a bicarbonate of soda.
- What's the matter?
- Do you feel well?
It's all right.
- Good morning, good morning.
- Good morning.
- Want to hear a joke?
- No.
What's the matter, folks?
Not awake yet?
Look at me. I bet I haven't slept half as much as you.
Friends, Romans, countrymen, to tell you the truth I had quite a time last night.
We don't want to hear the poor girl's name.
- Kralik, how was the dinner last night?
- Oh, yes, that's right.
Kralik had dinner with the boss last night. How was it?
Tell us all about it.
- Are you a partner now, Mr. Kralik?
- Don't be funny.
How was it?
It was a very nice evening, and I enjoyed myself.
- I bet the food was good.
- You can imagine.
Tell me, is it true Mrs. Matuschek had her face lifted?
How could I know that?
- How old did she look to you last night?
- Well, 40.
She had her face lifted.
I think Mrs. Matuschek is a very charming woman.
- Who said she isn't?
- Don't try to make something out of it.
I didn't say Mrs. Matuschek is not charming.
But I said she is. What's wrong with that?
So the food was good?
Seven courses, not including the hors d'oeuvres.
- Were you sitting next to her?
- I was. What do you think of that?
- I bet you were brilliant.
- No, I kept still and tried to learn.
- Your bicarbonate, Mr. Kralik.
- Thanks, Pepi.
- Bicarbonate?
- I had a little too much goose liver.
What's the matter?
Wasn't it any good?
Now, look here, vadas. Just a minute. Folks, come over.
Did you hear... I want you to hear this.
Did I make any derogatory remark about the goose liver?
- No, not any!
- Not one word!
I merely said that I had too much goose liver.
- "A little too much goose liver."
- That's right.
"A little too much goose liver." Not one word more, and not one less.
- Good morning, Mr. Matuschek.
- Yes, good morning.
Here.
- Good morning.
- Good morning, Mr. Matuschek.
Who put this 32.50 suitcase in the window?
I did, Mr. Matuschek.
- I guess it's all right.
- Thank you, Mr. Matuschek.
- Yeah. Pepi.
- Yes, Mr. Matuschek.
Go across the street to the drugstore, and get me some bicarbonate of soda.
Yes, sir.
Allow me, Mr. Matuschek. May I help?
There we are, Mr. Matuschek.
- Pirovitch. Want to hear something nice? - Yes.
What is it?
A letter from a girl.
"My heart was trembling as I walked into the post office...
"...and there you were, lying in box 237.
"I took you out of your envelope and read you...
"...read you right there...
"...oh, my dear friend."
- What is all this?
- You see, I wanted to buy an encyclopedia.
Encyclopedia?
What're you talking about?
You come to a time in your life when you get tired of going to cafés dance halls every night, and you want to improve yourself.
You want to study something about art literature and history, how people live in Brazil.
Tell me what has all this to do with the letter?
You know I can't afford a new encyclopedia so I was looking through the ads in the paper and I got on the wrong page, and I came across this ad, and...
Wait a minute, I have it right here. Here, read that.
"Modern girl wishes to correspond on cultural subjects...
"...anonymously with intelligent, sympathetic, young man.
"Address:
Dear Friend, Post Office 15, Box 237."
I know those ads. The papers are full of them.
- How long has this been going on?
- We've exchanged four letters.
- Four letters?
- And she's no ordinary girl.
Now listen to this:
"Are you tall?
Are you short?
"Are your eyes blue?
Are they brown?
Don't tell me.
"What does it matter so long as our minds meet?"
- That's beautiful.
- It is, isn't it?
Now, wait a minute.
"We have enough troubles in our daily lives.
"There are so many great and beautiful things...
"...to discuss in this world of ours...
"...it would be wasting precious moments...
"...if we told each other the vulgar details...
"...of how we earn our daily bread, so don't let's do it."
Mr. Kralik.
Yes, Mr. Matuschek.
Yes, Mr. Matuschek.
I can buy two dozen of these cigarette boxes at Miklos Brothers.
What do you think of it?
I think it's great. Well, open it.
No, Mr. Matuschek, it's not for us.
But you haven't listened to it. It plays Ochi Tchornya.
Even if it played Beethoven's Ninth Symphony, I'd still say no.
I just don't like the idea.
It's wonderful how you make up your mind so quickly.
I've been in this business for 35 years.
It took me a whole hour to decide that I like this box.
But, of course, you're a genius. You know so much more than I.
- Mr. vadas.
- Coming, Mr. Matuschek.
- Miss Novotni.
- Yes, Mr. Matuschek?
Look here, what do you think of this?
I want your honest opinion. Don't let me influence you.
All I want is your honest opinion.
Well, Miss Novotni?
I think people who smoke cigarettes and love to hear Ochi Tchornya will like it.
I'd even go further.
I think it'll make music lovers out of smokers and smokers out of music lovers.
Yes, well. Mr. Kralik, have you thought it over?
Yes. I still think it's inadvisable.
Well, give me one reason.
Let's say that a man smokes 20 cigarettes a day.
That means that 20 times a day he opens this box and 20 times a day he has to listen to Ochi Tchornya.
It's a perfectly terrible idea.
It's imitation leather, the glue's no good in two weeks it will fall apart, and all you'll have is Ochi Tchornya.
You don't have to tell me that it's imitation leather. I know that.
You sell things and let me do the buying.
- Excuse me, Mr. Matuschek.
- Yes?
Miklos Brothers is calling about the cigarette box.
Miklos, yes.
Yes, Mr. Miklos.
Can I call you back in about five minutes?
I'd like a little more time to think about it.
No, no, it's not the price.
It's just that I'm not quite sure about the whole idea.
Yes.
Yes, Mr. Miklos.
What?
You can't expect me to make up my mind in five minutes!
If that's the case, then I'll have to say no.
I'm sorry.
- Good morning, madam.
- Good morning.
- A lovely bag, don't you think?
- Yes, very.
It's an imported model.
We have it in pigskin, several different colors and with or without fitted accessories.
- I really didn't come in to buy a bag.
- I beg your pardon. What can I show you?
To tell you the truth, I really didn't come in to buy anything.
That's perfectly all right.
If you wish to look around, make yourself at home.
Yes, thank you.
I wonder if I could see Mr. Matuschek.
Unfortunately, Mr. Matuschek is quite busy at the moment.
- I could call him if you wanted.
- I'd appreciate it. Thank you.
If you tell me your wishes, it's possible I could take care of them.
I noticed in your shop window that you're having a summer sale.
Yes, everything in the shop is marked down 25 percent some articles even more.
Take for instance this compact.
Yesterday you couldn't get it for a penny less than 3.90. Now it's 2.25.
- Yes, that's a wonderful bargain.
- Everything in the shop is a bargain today.
Yes, I imagine you'll be doing big business.
I have no doubt of it. You were very wise to come early.
It'll be such a rush, we won't be able to help the customers.
- Maybe you should take on extra help. - We probably will.
Maybe you could use me. I'm looking for a job.
That wasn't very nice, letting me go through the whole routine.
I'm terribly sorry. I didn't mean to. Could you help me get a job here?
I'd like to, but there's no opening.
But you just told me you'd need some extra people because of the rush.
Look around for yourself.
You can see what kind of business we're doing.
I beg your pardon.
Yes, madam?
How much is that belt in the window, the one that says 2.95?
- 2.95.
- Oh, no.
- May I tell you my qualifications?
- Lf I could do anything for you, I'd do it.
I'm not inexperienced.
I know the situation, and there's no chance.
I worked for two years at Blasek and Company and 10 months at Latzki Brothers.
Even if you'd worked at Mintz and Kramer...
I did! I took care of the finest clientele.
We don't deal with that class here. We have middle-class trade.
What trade do you think they have?
They'd take me back now.
- Why don't you go back?
- That's another story.
If it was up to me, I'd put you to work. But I'm not the boss.
- Then why don't you let me see him?
- He's in sort of a bad mood today.
I'll take a chance. Maybe I can cheer him up.
Young lady, I've been here for nine years, and I know Mr. Matuschek inside out.
I can predict his every reaction.
I could tell you word for word exactly what he'd say.
Mr. Kralik, I beg your pardon.
Just one moment, please.
It's all right.
So, you know every reaction of mine?
You know me inside out?
You know what I think, even before I thought of it.
You're not only a genius, you're a mind reader.
- Mr. Matuschek...
- Never mind.
Good morning, madam. I am Mr. Matuschek.
- Good morning, Mr. Matuschek.
- Here, please, sit down.
I don't know what the difficulty is but I can assure you, that the word "impossible" is not in the vocabulary of Matuschek and Company.
- I am so happy to hear you say that.
- I mean it.
- Mr. Matuschek.
- Yes, madam?
I was at Blasek and Company...
Oh, madam. I'm sure you'll find much nicer things in my shop.
No, I mean, I worked there. I'm looking for a job.
No, no, that's impossible. It's out of the question.
- But...
- I have no time. I'm very busy.
I'm very sorry. I'm afraid you're just wasting your time.
But I've got to have a job.
- Mr. Kralik.
- Just a moment, Mr. Matuschek.
- Have you tried Baum's Department Store?
- Every entrance.
I don't know what to tell you. Maybe after inventory.
- When will that be?
- In a week or so.
- Kralik!
- Just a minute, Mr. Matuschek.
Please, may I leave my address?
If we need anybody, you'll be the first.
My name is Klara Novak, Duna Street, 42.
And if you need me in a hurry, you can phone 246-422.
It's the grocery store downstairs.
Ask for Johanna, and tell her you have a message for Klara.
"Business message for Klara." Yes, I have that.
- Yes, Mr. Matuschek?
- Close the door.
Why did you put me in that situation in front of the whole shop?
I'm very sorry, sir, but it was not my fault.
- Whose fault was it?
Mine?
- Yes.
What's the matter with you, Kralik? You're my oldest employee.
I do everything I can to show my appreciation.
I ask you to my house.
- I'm very grateful, sir.
- You have a funny way of showing it.
You know how much I value your judgment and on every occasion you contradict me.
Whatever I say, you say, "no."
From now on, I say, "yes." Yes, Mr. Matuschek. Yes, Mr. Matuschek.
Certainly, Mr. Matuschek. Yes, Mr. Matuschek.
- That was a nice party last night.
- Yes, Mr. Matuschek.
- Yes, I had a lot of fun, didn't you?
- Yes.
I'm glad you enjoyed yourself so much.
That little poem that you wrote in Mrs. Matuschek's guest book did you make that up yourself?
It's sort of half and half.
- How do you mean?
- Half Shakespeare and half me.
I just changed the lines around to suit the occasion.
I made that last line rhyme with Matuschek, that's all.
- Mrs. Matuschek liked it very much.
- Thank you.
You made a fine impression on her.
Mrs. Matuschek thinks a lot of you.
And you know, I think a lot of Mrs. Matuschek.
- Mr. Matuschek?
- Yes?
I've found a customer for the cigarette box. What price shall I quote?
Well, let me see.
It costs us 2.85, and I think we get five percent...
Let me take care of this, Mr. Matuschek.
Look, there's no use waiting now. Believe me.
If there's an opening, you'll be the first.
Just a moment. Tell me, would you buy a box like this?
Mr. Matuschek, I couldn't buy anything at the moment.
No, I want your opinion. Your honest opinion.
Now, don't let me influence you. I just want your opinion.
Do you like this box?
Yes, I do. I think it's lovely.
Yes. Why?
Why?
I think it's romantic.
What's romantic about it?
Well, cigarettes and music, I don't know.
It makes me think of moonlight and cigarettes and music.
- There's the woman's point of view.
- Yes, Mr. Matuschek.
- Mr. Matuschek.
- Yes, Miss...
Novak.
- How much are you selling it for?
- Let me see. 4.25.
4.25?
Yes, 4.25.
That's a bargain! That's a real bargain!
Good morning, madam. It's a lovely box, isn't it?
Oh, yes. It's a candy box, isn't it?
Yes, madam, a candy box, and I should say, a very unusual one.
May I open it for you?
Yes, madam. That's Ochi Tchornya. It's a very popular classic.
No, that would never do. Where do people get ideas like that?
Imagine, every time you take a piece of candy you have to listen to that song.
I couldn't buy a thing like that. Too silly.
I know just what you mean, madam.
Yet some customers like it for the very thing you object to.
We've sold quite a few.
- Really?
- Yes, madam.
There's no denying that we all have a weakness for candy.
I don't mean to say anything against candy.
No, I only mean that sometimes we are inclined to overdo it a little.
I suppose so.
Madam, have you any idea how many pieces of candy you eat a day?
No, I never gave it a thought.
We pick up a piece of candy absent-mindedly and then we take another piece.
Before we know it, we've gained a few pounds.
That's when our troubles begin. Massages, electric cabinets.
I know it.
Now, this little box makes you candy-conscious.
That's what we designed it for.
Every time you open it, the little tinkling song is a message to you.
"Too much candy, now be careful."
How much is it?
It's 5.50, reduced from 6.95. It's a real bargain.
- I'll take it.
- Thank you, madam.
What do you say now?
I think people who like to smoke candy and listen to cigarettes will love it.
Don't let me influence you.
I want your opinion, your honest opinion, that's all I want.
- Good morning.
- Good morning, sir.
- 'Morning.
- Good morning, Kralik.
I've got a big dinner date tonight.
- With the boss?
- No, he never invites me anymore.
How do you figure him out, anyway?
I give up. It's certainly very difficult to get along with him these days.
He never talks to me anymore.
I hope he's feeling more cheerful today.
He better, because I'm going to ask him for a raise.
A raise?
Do you mind if I ask you a personal question?
- No, go ahead.
- It's confidential.
Yes, sure.
Suppose that a fellow like me wants to get married.
That's wonderful! That's the best thing that could happen. Who's the girl?
Wait a minute. What did I say?
I said, "suppose."
I said, "a fellow like me." I didn't say me.
How much does it cost you to live, you and Mrs. Pirovitch?
- Leaving out the children.
- Why fool yourself?
Well, let's say temporarily. How much does it cost?
- It can be done.
- Yeah?
Yes, and very nicely. Naturally, you can't be extravagant.
Suppose a fellow gets an apartment with three rooms.
Dining room, bedroom, living room.
What do you need three rooms for?
You live in the bedroom.
- Where do you eat?
- In the kitchen. You get a nice big kitchen.
Where do you entertain?
What are you, an ambassador?
Who do you want to entertain?
If someone is really your friend, he comes after dinner.
Oh, no.
- Good morning.
- Good morning, Miss Novak.
- How's your wife, Mr. Pirovitch?
- Oh, my goodness!
I forgot to call Dr. Hegedus.
- Something serious with your wife?
- No, she couldn't be better.
- Why do you want to call him?
- Lf I don't, he'll come.
Excuse me, I'd better telephone him. I hope it isn't too late.
Miss Novak?
Yes, Mr. Kralik?
I noticed that you wore a yellow blouse with light-green dots yesterday.
No, Mr. Kralik. As usual, you're mistaken. It was green with light-yellow dots.
Everybody else thought it was very becoming.
I don't remember remarking about your neckties.
If you think I couldn't say anything about your neckties just ask Mr. vadas.
My blouse is none of your business.
I'm sorry. Mr. Matuschek seems to think it is my business.
Yes, that's right. I'm working under you.
I'll call you every morning and describe what I'm going to wear.
Before I select my next wardrobe, my dressmaker will give you samples.
- Imagine you dictating what I should wear.
- I don't care what you wear.
For a circus pony, it's all right.
I have my own troubles without your blouse between Matuschek and me.
I sold as much yesterday as anybody else.
For a rainy Monday three weeks before Christmas, 95.50 isn't bad.
- Did you tell Mr. Matuschek that?
- Yes.
And what did he say?
"Not to come in that blouse."
- Tell him I won't.
- I will!
Good morning.
I caught him in time. Saves me five pengo, and that counts when you're married.
- Is this tie all right to wear to work?
- Quite all right.
Tell me, who is the girl?
Well, you know that girl I was corresponding with?
- Yes, about the cultural subjects.
- Yeah.
Well, after a while, we got on the subject of love naturally on a very cultural level.
What else can you do in a letter?
She is the most wonderful girl in the world.
Is she pretty?
She has such ideals and such a viewpoint on things that she's so far above the girls you meet today, there's no comparison.
- So she is not so very pretty?
- Don't say that.
I'm sorry. The main thing is that you like her.
- Yeah, I hope I will.
- What do you mean?
You love a girl, and you don't know if you like her?
Well, that's just the question. I haven't met her yet.
- What?
You haven't met her yet?
- No.
I keep postponing it and postponing it.
I'm scared.
This girl thinks I'm the most wonderful person in the world.
And after all, there is a chance she might be disappointed.
Yes, there is a chance.
- On the other hand...
- You might be disappointed, too.
And I don't dare think about it.
Pirovitch, did you ever get a bonus?
Yes, once.
Yeah, the boss hands you the envelope.
You wonder how much is in it, and you don't want to open it.
As long as the envelope's closed, you're a millionaire.
You keep postponing that moment and you can't postpone it forever.
I'm meeting her tonight, 8:30 in a café.
- A red carnation?
- Yeah.
Yeah.
She's using one for a bookmark in a copy of Tolstoy's Anna Karenina.
I'm wearing one in my lapel.
I haven't slept for days.
I'm sure she'll be beautiful.
Not too beautiful. What chance would a fellow like me...
- What do you want, a homely girl?
- No.
You knock on wood for me.
Just a lovely, average girl.
That's all I want.
Thank you, my good man.
'Morning, everybody.
Here, keep the change. Send your boy through college.
Thank you, sir.
I see by the expression on your underpaid faces you wonder where I get money.
No, Mr. vadas, I don't wonder.
- What do you mean?
- I mean, I don't wonder.
Good morning, Mr. Matuschek.
This window looks terrible.
There isn't a shop on the street that doesn't look better.
It's a wonder we get any customers.
We'll stay tonight after closing hours and redecorate it.
- I'll have to get out of it some way.
- Klara, you haven't got a chance.
I have an engagement tonight at 8:30. I have to go home first. I have to change.
Ilona, did you notice the blouse I wore yesterday, the green one?
With the light yellow dots?
I thought it was simply stunning.
I'm so glad. I'm planning to wear it tonight.
Hello? Yeah, hello, darling.
Well, you were sleeping, and I didn't want to disturb you.
You came home late last night.
I thought perhaps you'd like to sleep a little longer.
No, I'm not angry. Did you have a good time?
That's all that matters, isn't it?
What?
1,000 pengo?
But, Emma, I don't understand it. Only last Monday I gave you...
No, I'm not complaining. It's quite a bit of money.
Yeah, all right. I'll send it over as soon as possible.
Yeah, goodbye.
Come in.
- What is it?
- I'd like to talk to you for a moment.
- Is it important?
- It's important to me.
Is it important to Matuschek and Company?
Not exactly, sir.
Well, then, I'm sorry. I'm busy. You'll have to see me later.
- Pardon me, sir.
- What is it now?
Sir, for several days your attitude toward me seems to have changed.
- Has it?
- Yes, Mr. Matuschek, it has.
Really, I'm completely at a loss to understand it.
After all, I do my work.
And you get paid for it?
Yes, sir.
- Every month?
- Yes, sir.
Yes, everything seems to be all right then, doesn't it?
Yes, Mr. Matuschek.
Did you see him?
I'm not going to stand for this much longer.
What does that man want of me?
Why does he always pick on me?
- You are his oldest employee.
- That's a fine reason.
He picks on me, too. The other day he called me an idiot.
What could I do?
I said, "Yes, Mr. Matuschek, I'm an idiot."
I'm no fool.
Listen, maybe he has business worries.
Or maybe he has some trouble with his wife.
Is that true, Pirovitch?
Is he having trouble with his wife?
I don't know, it's none of my business.
I'm talking to Kralik. What do you want?
I don't know anything. Leave me alone.
Kralik, don't be impulsive, not at a time like this.
Not when millions of people are out of work.
- I can get a job anywhere. - Can you?
Let's be honest.
I'll take a chance. I'm no coward, you know. I'm not afraid.
- I am. I have a family.
- Well, I haven't.
Think it over.
Those were nice letters, weren't they?
It's already been paid for. Leave it downstairs at the desk.
Mr. Kralik, do you think I'll have to work tonight?
After all, I'm a child.
- No, you don't have to stay.
- Do you mean it?
- I'll straighten it out.
- Thanks, Mr. Kralik!
- May I help you?
- No, thank you.
I put all the imported bags over there on the shelf. Is that how you wanted it?
I'd appreciate it if you'd tell me if there's anything wrong.
Since when have you become interested in my opinions?
I want to please you, Mr. Kralik. I'm working under you.
- You don't have to keep harping on that.
- No, I didn't mean it that way at all.
Regardless of what I think of you I believe that anybody who works with you and doesn't get a great deal out of it, is just plain dumb.
Just what do you mean?
What do you think of me personally?
I mean, since you ask no matter what anybody else says, I think you're a gentleman.
I try to be.
You have no idea what that means to a working girl.
What a girl goes through in some shops.
Take for instance when I was with Foeldes Brothers Sons.
The sons were all right, but the brothers, Mr. Kralik...
That's why I like it here so much.
When you say, "Miss Novak, let's go in the back to put bags on the shelf" you really want to put some bags on the shelf.
And that's my idea of gentleman.
I just don't believe in mixing bags with pleasure.
Mr. Kralik.
- Yes, Miss Novak?
- About that blouse...
- I'm sorry, but I had to do that.
- I want to thank you. I'm glad you did it.
After thinking it all over, you're so right.
- That blouse was awful.
- Oh, no, not awful.
It was. I wouldn't admit it at the time, but what woman would?
We hate to admit we are wrong. That's why we are so feminine.
This is the first time you've shown a little sense.
- Quite a change in you, Miss Novak.
- I know it, Mr. Kralik.
If you keep this up, we'll get along much better.
- Thank you, Mr. Kralik.
- That's quite all right, Miss Novak.
I was planning to wear that awful blouse tonight.
- I have a date with...
- Tonight?
Didn't you hear what Mr. Matuschek said?
We have to stay and decorate the windows.
- I almost forgot.
- Yes.
Would it be possible, do you think you could spare me tonight?
And then maybe Mr. Matuschek would let me off.
So that's why I'm a gentleman. That's why you've learned from me now?
- I don't understand.
- You want the night off?
- I have to, Mr. Kralik.
- You're out of luck.
That was such an obvious trick. I almost fell for it, too.
I have to get off tonight. It's terribly important.
For the last six months, you've just antagonized me and...
You haven't been very nice to me either.
Whatever I do, it's wrong.
If I wrap a package, it's not right.
If I make a suggestion, and some of them are very good...
- Here.
...you don't listen.
Everything has to be done exactly your way, and then you don't like it.
When I first came into this shop, I was full of life and enthusiasm and now I'm nothing.
You've taken my personality away.
You're a dictator, that's what you are.
Mr. Kralik, any day now I may be in a position where I don't have to work anymore.
As for that blouse, I think it's beautiful, and I'm going to wear it tonight.
Mr. Kralik, I don't like you.
Mr. Matuschek, may I speak to you for a moment?
What is it?
Do you think you could spare me tonight?
Let me see, we need three people, to dress the "A" window.
- Mr. Kralik?
- Yes, Mr. Matuschek.
Can you get along without Miss Novak tonight?
Mr. Matuschek, I'd like to talk to you for a moment.
- You want to go, too?
- Yes, I'd appreciate it very much...
What is this?
Does everybody want to leave? Is this the interest you show?
- Once a year, I ask you to stay.
- I'm sorry, if I'd only known yesterday.
You want a special invitation. Next time, I'll send you an engraved announcement.
I have talked everything over with Mr. Kralik. I know his ideas.
Miss Novotni and I can manage the novelty window by ourselves.
Did I ask you for your advice?
What do you mean you talked this over?
Who's shop is this?
Yes, Mr. Matuschek.
So you want the evening off, Mr. Kralik?
That's all right. I think we can manage.
This is the first time in years I have asked a favor.
I gave you the evening. What more do you want?
- Do you want a brass band?
- You're being unjust.
I'm being unjust?
Once a year, I ask six ladies and gentlemen six, mind you, when next door, a shop twice as big as mine employs only four.
Good morning, madam. Is there something I can show you?
Have you any traveling bags for men with a zipper?
We have all types of traveling bags for men with zippers.
Thank you very much. I'm doing some window-shopping for my husband.
- He'll be here tomorrow.
- I'll be delighted to serve him, madam.
- Thank you. Good morning.
- Good morning, madam.
Six people who stand around here for days telling jokes and talking about the movies, while I pay the gas and the rent and the light, and the taxes, and their salaries.
Good morning, Matuschek and Company.
What?
Just a moment.
Mr. Pirovitch.
Yes?
Mama, I called you.
We are decorating the window after closing hours so we won't have to have dinner with the Laszlos.
Yes, I knew you'd be glad. Goodbye, Mama.
Six people I ask, one day a year, to be so kind as to redecorate a window.
And you have the nerve, Mr. Kralik the oldest employee in the place, who should set an example.
You spoke like this to me yesterday. What did I do then?
The whole week you've treated me like this, and without any reason.
Without any reason?
Maybe I have more reason than you think.
It's obvious that you're not satisfied with me.
You can draw your own conclusions.
In that case, I think there's just one thing to do.
Perhaps we'd better call it a day.
Matuschek and Company. Yes, Mrs. Matuschek, he's here.
Mrs. Matuschek on the telephone.
Hello, Emma.
No, I'm not coming home tonight.
All right.
All right, I'll send it right over.
Put 1,000 pengo in an envelope and have Pepi take it to Mrs. Matuschek.
Pepi is out. He has quite a few deliveries, and he won't be back until after lunch.
Mr. Kralik and I always have lunch at Farago's.
It's only a few blocks from your home. We can deliver it. Right, Mr. Kralik?
Yes.
No, thank you, Mr. Kralik.
Mr. vadas.
Yes, Mr. Matuschek.
I don't like to break in on your lunch hour.
It's perfectly all right. It'll be a pleasure.
Thank you, Mr. vadas.
Mr. Kralik will you come to my office.
Yes, sir.
Yes, sir.
Mr. Kralik I've been thinking all day about what you said this morning.
I'm sorry, Mr. Matuschek. I'm afraid I lost my temper.
No, I think you were right.
I really believe that you'd be happier somewhere else.
Do you think so, sir?
Yes, I'm sure of it.
I guess there's nothing more to be said.
No. Let me see.
You're naturally entitled to a month's pay.
That's 200 pengo.
- That's right, isn't it?
- Yes, sir.
Will you, please, sign this receipt.
And here's a letter which certainly won't handicap you in seeking employment.
Thank you, sir.
I guess we might as well say goodbye.
- Goodbye, Mr. Matuschek.
- Goodbye.
Well?
What happened?
"To whom it may concern:
"I wish to state that Mr. Alfred Kralik leaves my employ of his own accord.
"Mr. Kralik started with Matuschek and Company nine years ago as an apprentice.
"With diligence, he advanced to the position of clerk.
"For the last five years, he has been our first salesman.
"We have found him reliable, efficient, resourceful.
"We can recommend him without reserve.
"He carries with him our best wishes for his success in his future career.
"Hugo Matuschek."
Kralik, I still can't believe it. There's no reason.
The boss doesn't have to give you a reason.
That's one of the wonderful things about being boss.
Well, I wanted to get off tonight.
I got off all right.
- Kralik, you're not going?
- No, I couldn't face her tonight.
This morning I had a position, a future.
I'm afraid I sort of exaggerated in my letters.
I showed off a little, and she's expecting to meet a pretty important man.
I'm in no mood to act important tonight.
Well, I...
My dear Kralik, I think I speak for all of us, when I say this is a shock and a surprise.
We all feel we are losing a splendid fellow worker and we certainly wish you the luck which you so rightfully deserve.
Now, Kralik, we are going to see each other soon.
If you have an evening with nothing to do, you know where we live.
- All right, Pirovitch. Goodbye.
- Goodbye, Kralik.
Ilona, I'm going to miss you.
I don't understand.
It's nothing unusual. It happens every day. Somebody gets fired and...
- Goodbye, llona.
- Goodbye, Mr. Kralik.
Flora.
Flora, you'll notice when you look through my sales book I cancelled slip number five, but I deducted it from the total.
Goodbye.
If I had anything to do with you not getting the evening off, I'm sorry.
It's my fault that you got into this trouble. Believe me, I'm sorry, too.
That's all right.
- It's true we didn't get along.
- No.
I guess we fought a lot, but losing a job at a time like this is something you don't wish...
- On your worst enemy.
- I didn't say that, Mr. Kralik.
- Let's not quarrel anymore.
- Goodbye.
- Goodbye, Mr. Kralik.
Yes?
Well?
Oh, you have.
How soon can you come over here?
Yes, well, come right away. I'll... Right.
I'll be waiting here.
You may all go home. We'll finish the windows tomorrow.
- Excuse me. Good night.
- Good night.
Hello. Is this Mrs. Hojas?
This is Mr. Pirovitch, Mr. Kralik's friend.
Yes, I know he isn't there yet.
Will you, please, tell him when he comes that we are not working tonight, and I am coming over.
Yes. Thank you.
I hope you don't mind, Mr. Matuschek.
He probably feels pretty low tonight, and I thought...
You don't have to explain. What you do after working hours is your own business.
Thank you, sir.
You haven't changed your mind, by any chance, Mr. Matuschek?
You've got the evening off, haven't you?
Well, go home.
He is the best man you had. Why did you let him go?
I warn you, Mr. Pirovitch.
His whole life he lived in this shop. He was almost like a son to you.
And you were so proud of him.
You invited him to your home again and again.
Mr. Pirovitch, you want to keep your job, don't you?
Yes, Mr. Matuschek. I have a family.
Two children.
In that case, mind your own business and go home.
Yes, Mr. Matuschek.
- Good night.
- Good night.
Good night.
- Good night, Mr. Matuschek.
- Good night, vadas.
I beg your pardon.
I'm not quite certain if I delivered Mrs. Matuschek's message.
She told me to remind you to call her if you don't work tonight.
Yes, you told me, vadas.
Mr. Matuschek, the last time I had the pleasure to be at your apartment was several months ago when you sent me after your briefcase.
Today I had a chance to get a glimpse of your new dining room set.
It's exquisite, really.
I can imagine what it'll look like with all the lights on at a dinner party.
- It must be simply stunning.
- Thank you, vadas.
- Good night, Mr. Matuschek.
- Good night, vadas.
- Good evening, Mr. Matuschek.
- Good evening.
Please.
- So it's true?
- I'm afraid so, Mr. Matuschek.
Here we have a complete record from our operatives two of our most reliable men.
"Report on Mrs. Emma Matuschek.
"On December 6, Mrs. Matuschek left her residence on vales Street, 23...
"...at 8:45 p.m.
"She walked two blocks up to Karto Street where she engaged a taxi.
"At 9:03, the taxi stopped at the corner of Trantor and Bralter Streets.
"There, Mrs. Matuschek was joined by a young man."
Mr. Matuschek, your suspicion was right. It was one of your employees.
Both our operatives identified him later as Mr. vadas.
- vadas?
- Yes.
Ferencz vadas. Danube Place, 56.
There is such a man in your employ, isn't there?
Yes, yes.
Twenty-two years we've been married.
Twenty-two years I was proud of my wife.
Well, she just didn't want to grow old with me.
If you'll send me your bill, I'll take care of it immediately.
Thank you, Mr. Matuschek.
- Good night.
- Good night.
Good evening.
Hello?
No, Mrs. Matuschek. This is Miss Kaczek speaking.
Good evening. Who?
Pepi?
No, Pepi isn't back yet.
I see, Mrs. Matuschek. He did some errands for you.
Oh, you don't say!
He forgot to pick up a bottle of perfume at Chabot's?
Isn't that too bad!
Yes, I'll give a good scolding to the little rascal.
Have a good time, Mrs. Matuschek. Good night.
- Mr. Matuschek! Don't do that!
- Go away! Go away!
No, Mr. Matuschek!
Why don't you go in, Kralik?
I really think you should go in and keep your date.
Now, Pirovitch, just do me a favor and deliver my note.
All right.
Pirovitch, I don't want to know what she looks like.
If she's bad looking, I've had enough bad news for today.
If she's lovely, it'll be more difficult, so don't tell me.
No, I won't. Now, what's the name of that book?
- Anna Karenina, by Tolstoy.
- Anna Karenina.
- And a red carnation as a bookmark.
- Red carnation.
Now, let me see. Just a minute.
- Do you see anything?
- Not yet.
- There's a beautiful girl!
- Really?
- very beautiful, but no book.
- No book.
- Wait a minute. I think I see it.
- Yeah?
Right here under the window.
Yes.
- "Anna Karenina by Tolstoy."
- That's right.
And a carnation.
I can't see her face. She's sitting behind a clothes rack.
- There's a cup of coffee on the table.
- Yeah?
She's taking a piece of cake.
Kralik, she is dunking.
- Why shouldn't she dunk?
- All right.
- All right.
- All right.
She is leaning forward now. She...
- Can you see her?
- Yes.
- Is she pretty?
- very pretty.
She is?
I should say she looks...
She has a little of the coloring of Klara.
Klara?
What, Miss Novak of the shop?
Now, Kralik, you must admit Klara's a very good-looking girl.
Personally, I've always found her a very likeable girl.
This is a fine time to talk about Miss Novak. Now...
If you don't like Miss Novak, I can tell you, you won't like that girl.
- Why?
- Because it is Miss Novak.
Now shall I give the note to the waiter? - No.
What do you want to do, let the poor girl wait?
Why shouldn't Miss Novak wait?
For the last six months she's fought with me every day.
But still, she wrote those letters, my friend.
I know. My misfortune.
- Goodbye, Pirovitch.
- Goodbye, Kralik.
Thank you.
- Excuse me, miss, could I have this chair?
- Oh, no! No, you can't!
I'm expecting somebody. He should be here any minute.
That's all right. That's...
Carnation, huh?
A few nights ago we had a case with roses. Turned out very nice, very nice.
But once, about three months ago, we had a very sad case with gardenias.
She waited all evening and nobody came.
And when we cleaned the café, underneath one of the tables we found another gardenia.
Imagine, the man must've come in taken one look at her, said, "Phooey," and threw away his gardenia.
Is your clock a little fast?
My own says 8:27 and yours says 8:31.
Listen, you have nothing to worry about, a pretty girl like you.
If he doesn't come, I'll put on a carnation myself.
- Waiter.
- Yes, sir.
- Hello, Miss Novak.
- Good evening, Mr. Kralik.
It's quite a coincidence. I had an appointment here, too.
- You haven't seen Mr. Pirovitch by chance?
- No, no, I haven't.
All right. Well, I think I'll wait.
- Do you mind if I sit down?
- Yes, I do.
You know, I have an appointment, too, Mr. Kralik.
Oh, yes, I remember. Yes.
- My, your friend seems to be a little late.
- And I'll thank you not to be sarcastic.
I know you've had a bad day, and you feel very bitter.
- Still, that's no reason...
- Bitter?
Me?
About leaving Matuschek and Company?
When I got home and sat at the phone in five minutes I had what amounts to two offers.
I congratulate you. I wish you good luck.
I see you're reading Tolstoy's Anna Karenina.
Yes, do you mind?
No, no, I just didn't expect to meet you in a café with Tolstoy, that's all.
I didn't know you cared for high literature.
There are many things you don't know about me, Mr. Kralik.
Have you read Crime and Punishment by Dostoyevsky?
- No, I haven't.
- I have.
There are many things you don't know about me, Miss Novak.
As a matter of fact there might be a lot we don't know about each other.
People seldom go to the trouble of scratching the surface of things to find the inner truth.
I really wouldn't care to scratch your surface, Mr. Kralik because I know exactly what I'd find.
Instead of a heart, a handbag.
Instead of a soul, a suitcase.
And instead of an intellect, a cigarette lighter which doesn't work.
That's very nicely put.
Yes.
Comparing my intellect with a cigarette lighter that doesn't work.
Yeah, that's a very interesting mixture of poetry and meanness.
Meanness?
Let me...
Don't misunderstand me. I'm only trying to pay you a compliment.
Mr. Kralik, please! I told you I was expecting somebody.
Look, if your party doesn't show up, would I...
Don't worry about that. My party will show up.
So you don't have to entertain me.
- Have you read Zola's Madame Bovary?
- Madame Bovary is not by Zola.
Mr. Kralik, are you still here?
Are you deliberately trying to spoil my evening?
Why do you want to do me harm?
Why do you hate me so?
- I don't.
- I suppose you love me.
Why should I?
What've you done to make me love you?
- I don't want you to love me.
- I don't!
Do you know what that tune reminds me of?
Yes, thank you. Two dozen unsold cigarette boxes.
No, no. Wrong again.
It reminds me of a girl out of a job.
- A very nice girl, too, I thought.
- You thought that.
How you can lie!
But that was before you started to make fun of me and giving imitations of me in the locker room.
And I'd like to take this opportunity, Miss Novak to inform you that I don't walk like a duck and I'm not bowlegged.
- Aren't you?
- No, I'm not.
Well, I have information to the contrary.
Mr. vadas assured me that you have your trousers specially made.
That's a lie!
- So that's the kind of a man you trust.
- No!
I've never been to a tailor in my life.
If you think I'm bowlegged, I'll pull up my trousers.
Would you like it if made remarks about your red hands?
- That's what you did.
- After you started making fun of my legs.
My hands aren't red at all!
No, after I called your attention to them.
Let me tell you something, Miss Novak.
You may have beautiful thoughts, but you hide them.
As far as your actions, you're cold and snippy like an old maid.
You'll have a tough time getting a man to fall in love with you.
An old maid?
So, no man could fall in love with me?
Mr. Kralik, you're getting funnier every minute.
I could show you letters that would open your eyes.
No, you probably wouldn't understand what's in them.
They're written by a type of man so far superior to you it isn't even funny.
I have to laugh when I think of you calling me an old maid.
You little insignificant clerk.
- Goodbye, Miss Novak.
- Goodbye, Mr. Kralik.
Doctor, I would say it's a nervous breakdown.
What do you think?
It appears to be an acute epileptoid manifestation and a pan phobic melancholiac with indication of a neurasthenia cordus.
Is that more expensive than a nervous breakdown?
Pardon me, Mr. Katona.
Precisely what position do you hold with Matuschek and Company?
I would describe myself as a contact man.
I keep contact between Matuschek and the customers on a bicycle.
Do you mean, an errand boy?
Doctor, did I call you a pill-peddler?
- Hello, Mr. Kralik.
- How is he?
I want to thank you for your splendid reaction to my call.
- Is it serious?
- It was a terrible shock.
I have to get over it.
This thing must be kept in strict confidence between the three of us.
Me, Mr. Matuschek, and you. Here.
Thank you for coming, Kralik.
Sit down.
Do you remember the last time you came to my house for dinner?
I said that if things go well, I might take it easier and maybe by Christmas make you manager of the shop.
Now I have to take it easier.
Would you care to work for me again?
No, don't even think about it, sir.
Is it possible that I ever distrusted you?
I hated you.
I couldn't stand your presence any more.
That's how far jealousy can drive a man.
But that's all over now, sir.
When I first got that anonymous letter, I laughed.
My wife having secret rendezvous with one of my employees.
My wife!
But how could you suspect me, sir?
You see, you were the only one of my employees who had been to my home and you sent my wife flowers...
You don't have to tell me.
When that poison gets into a man's mind...
- Just try to understand.
- I do understand, sir.
Here are the keys to Matuschek and Company.
Thank you, sir.
What shall I do about Mr... vadas?
I want him dismissed as quietly as possible.
No scandal.
Don't even mention the subject to him. We won't lower ourselves.
very good, sir.
This will be the biggest Christmas in the history of Matuschek and Company.
- I know it will.
- Yes, sir. Goodbye.
- Kralik?
- Yes, sir?
Now that you're the boss, if you want to give yourself a raise...
I'll talk it over with myself, and if I don't want too much money I'll give it to myself.
- Congratulations!
- Thank you!
Goodbye, Mr. Matuschek.
Pepi, I don't know how to thank you. You saved my life.
Don't mention it. It was a pleasure.
If you want anything else, you know where to reach me.
I'm still nothing but an errand boy at Matuschek and Company.
In other words, you'd like to be a clerk?
I wouldn't put it that brutally.
- When I get feeling better...
- But then you might change your mind.
Who knows how long you'll have to stay here.
You're a pretty sick man, Mr. Matuschek. This isn't just an ordinary breakdown.
All right, you're a clerk. Now, get out of here!
Thanks, Mr. Matuschek!
Kralik, I think I speak for all of us when I say heartiest congratulations.
What a load off my mind. Now we're all one little happy family again.
Be assured of my cooperation to the fullest extent.
I want you to be a great success.
From now on, you're going to the office, aren't you?
That's right.
If anybody deserves it, it's you, my boy.
Nice little ring, isn't it?
I had a little luck last night, too. Real diamond.
My grandma gave it to me.
That's what you get when you're a good boy.
Some get apples, I get diamonds.
- Good one?
- Yeah.
By the way, I have some unusual ideas for that window display.
Thank you, vadas. The rest of us can take care of the windows.
Right now, I'd like you to go into the stockroom and you know those big suitcases on the top shelf?
- The black ones?
- That's right, and the big brown suitcases.
- On the bottom shelf?
- On the bottom.
I want you to take all the big black suitcases from the top shelf and move them to the bottom, and the big brown ones from the bottom shelf and move them to the top shelf.
- You don't want to do it?
- I didn't say that. Of course I'll do it.
- I'm a good soldier.
- All right, do it right away.
Thank you.
312-683, please.
Is this the Atlas Employment Agency?
This is Mr. Katona of Matuschek and Company speaking.
We have an opening for a new errand boy. Now see here.
I want a educated, healthy boy, good family and no bad habits.
Send me four or five. I'll look them over. Right away, if you please.
Tell them to ask for Mr. Katona, the sales department.
All right.
What's the matter, didn't you ever see a clerk before?
- Who made you a clerk?
- Yes, who did this dreadful thing?
I can't give you the whole story. I'm tied up with my word of honor.
If it hadn't been for me, this place would be closed on account of suicide and you'd all be out of a job.
Matuschek and Company, good morning. Yes, Mrs. Matuschek.
Don't miss this, folks.
Hello, Mrs. Matuschek.
Yes, this is Pepi speaking.
That's right.
I didn't bring you that bottle of perfume?
Well, you're never going to get it! What do you think of that?
Your perfume days are over, Mrs. M!
Yes! This is Pepi speaking.
You want to speak to Mr. Matuschek? That's too bad.
At the moment he's up in a balloon with two blondes.
Now watch this.
You wouldn't like to speak by any chance to Mr. vadas?
That got her. Draw your own conclusions.
You sent for me, chief?
vadas, I'm a little worried about you.
Will you be comfortable under a former, fellow clerk?
Working under a younger man?
Kralik, this is the age of youth, and I always ride with the times.
You're a smart young man and my hat's off to you.
Let's stop beating around the bush. You and I never got along.
- You really think so?
- Admit it. You don't like me.
I don't?
Wait a minute, Kralik. You are the boss.
That's right, but I'm not going to be a "yes" man.
You know what I'll do?
I'm going to contradict you.
I do like you!
- Anything else bothering you?
- Yes. I don't like you.
That's every man's privilege. I thank you for being so frank.
Now I know my problem, and it's up to me to change your mind.
I don't think it'll be so hard.
I heard the funniest joke. Do you want to hear it?
No!
Hello!
Yes, this is Matuschek and Company.
Johanna?
You're calling for Miss Novak.
What's the matter with her?
I hope it's nothing serious.
Fine, I'm glad to hear that. Tell her not to worry.
Unless she's absolutely all right, tell her not to come today.
No, there's no hurry now.
Tell her to be sure and take good care of herself. All right.
- Really, Kralik, that's a wonderful attitude.
- What's so wonderful about it?
I've been around, and I have my eyes open.
If anyone didn't agree with you here, it was Miss Novak.
Just leave Miss Novak out of this.
Don't misunderstand. I have nothing against Miss Novak.
On the contrary, she's a nice girl. Only sometimes, she went too far.
Not another word about Miss Novak.
She's a fine girl and a hard worker and she's a good salesgirl, and you shut up!
You misunderstand me. I didn't mean any offense.
- I was agreeing with you.
- I don't want you to agree with me!
You're fired.
You're fired. Get out of here, you two-faced, double-crossing two-timer! Go on.
Get out of here!
Folks! Folks!
Folks!
Did you hear what he called me?
Remember it on the witness stand.
He called me a double-crossing two-timer!
I told you to get out of here! Get out!
Don't you push. Don't you push!
What right have you got to fire me?
Does Mr. Matuschek know?
No! Mr. Matuschek doesn't know anything about this.
I'm the manager, and you don't work here anymore!
How do I know you're the manager?
Prove it to me in black and white.
You're going to get it in black and blue.
All right! Nice little case of assault and battery.
You'll hear from my lawyer. What about my salary?
Get the man's salary.
- Here it is, Mr. vadas.
- We have everything prepared.
- We don't want to waste any time.
- Pardon me, sir. Your garments.
I'm entitled to a letter of reference.
I forgot it. Flora, take a letter.
To whom it may concern:
Mr. vadas has been in the employ of Matuschek and Company for two years during which time he's been efficient as a stool pigeon, a troublemaker, and a rat.
If he doesn't clear out, he'll get a punch in the nose.
Truly, Alfred Kralik, Manager of Matuschek and Company.
- Good morning.
- Good morning, Miss Novak.
I suppose you're surprised to see me back.
Naturally. I'm glad you have your job back again. I congratulate you.
I hear you haven't been feeling well.
That's all right, thank you. I wanted to see Mr. Matuschek.
Here he is. I'm Mr. Matuschek.
Mr. Kralik, don't make any jokes. Not today.
Please, if you want to pick on me, do it some other time.
I don't know what to say.
I'm trying to tell you that Mr. Matuschek isn't here, and that I'm the manager.
Haven't you got any heart at all?
I'm not well, I can hardly see straight.
Everything is just going round and round.
I ask you a simple question and instead of any consideration, you try to frighten me.
Excuse me.
Hello.
Mr. Foeldes?
Hello, Mr. Foeldes.
Yes. Well, thank you very much.
Yes, it all happened this morning.
That's right, Mr. Foeldes.
No, Mr. Matuschek won't be with us for a while.
Now, please, Mr. Foeldes. I don't own the shop yet.
I'm only the manager.
Goodbye, Mr...
Miss Novak! Klara! Klara!
- Good evening, Miss Novak.
- Good evening, Mr. Kralik.
I hope you'll forgive this intrusion, but I...
Being in charge of the shop, I feel like a father to our little family.
Anyway, how are you, young lady?
I'll be all right, Mr. Kralik. Please sit down.
Thank you.
Christmas is coming, and we'll miss a good worker like you in the shop.
So you better get well.
I'll be all right in a day or two.
That doesn't mean that you should neglect yourself.
I'm very serious about this because I feel responsible for the whole thing.
- You?
- Yes.
Oh, no, Mr. Kralik. I think I can relieve your mind.
It wasn't your fault at all.
No, there's a much bigger reason, unfortunately.
Shouldn't you call a doctor?
No, I don't need to see a doctor.
My trouble is what one might call psychological.
It's my own personal problem, and I'll come out of it.
I'm sorry. It's a shame you have to go through all this.
As long as it's only psychological, you won't...
Only psychological!
Mr. Kralik, it's true we're in the same room but we're not on the same planet.
Miss Novak, although I'm the victim of your remark I can't help but admire the exquisite way you have of expressing yourself.
You certainly know how to put a man in his planet.
Aunt Anna has something for you!
She has?
Why doesn't she come in? Come in, Aunt Anna!
This is Mr. Kralik of Matuschek and Company.
- I'm glad to meet you.
- How do you do?
- I hope it's good news.
- I'll tell you later.
Mr. Kralik, it was kind of you to drop in.
I don't want to spoil your whole evening.
I have nothing to do. Go ahead and read the letter.
Don't worry about me.
- Lf you don't mind.
- Not at all.
- Good news?
- very good news.
I can promise you I'll be back in the shop tomorrow, and I'll be on my toes!
I'll sell more goods than ever before.
That's quite a change in you. It's amazing what one letter can do.
If I weren't feeling so happy, I'd be very annoyed with you.
With me?
Why?
Why?
Because you spoiled my date last night.
I wasn't so wrong when I asked you not to sit at my table.
This gentleman did come to the café.
He looked in the window, saw us together, and misunderstood.
- He thought you and I were friends?
- He must have. Listen.
"Tell me and be frank. I think you owe it to me.
"Who is this very attractive young man?
He's just the type women fall for."
- I'm sorry I caused you so much trouble.
- It's all right. I'll straighten it out.
It won't hurt him to be a little jealous.
He doesn't seem to be much of a man, this friend of yours.
I mean, he walks away.
He's afraid to come over to the table when another man is there.
No, Mr. Kralik, he's wasn't afraid, I can assure you.
He's tactful. He's sensitive.
He's not the type of man who would walk up to a table uninvited.
It's difficult to explain a man like him to a man like you.
Where you would say, "black," he would say, "white."
Where you would say, "ugly," he says, "beautiful."
And when you say, "old maid," he says:
"Eyes that sparkle with fire and mystery...
"vivacious.
"Fascinating."
I remind him of gypsy music.
Speaking of gypsy music, we've had a lot of trouble selling those Ochi Tchornya boxes, haven't we?
- That doesn't make any difference.
- You can consider one box sold.
Yes. I've just had an inspiration. I'll give one to my friend for Christmas.
Miss Novak, you're taking an awful chance.
Why don't you give him a wallet?
I'm sure he'd be crazy about it.
Any man would be. A wallet is practical. Besides, we have those imported pigskins.
- I'm not interested.
- I'd make you a special price.
No, I'm sorry.
Besides being a practical thing a wallet is quite romantic.
On one side he has your last letter, on the other side, a picture of you.
When he opens it, there you are.
And that's all the music he wants.
Why, Mr. Kralik, you surprise me.
That's very well-expressed.
I must admit, that's very nice.
No, just the same, I'm going to give him a cigarette box.
There's not much more I can say.
Except that I wish both of you a Merry Christmas.
- Thank you, Mr. Kralik, good night.
- Good night, Miss Novak.
- Rudy!
- Yes, Mr. Katona?
Do you know what time it is?
- A few minutes after 8:00.
- And you're still here?
- Don't contradict me, just listen!
- Yes, Mr. Katona.
You have to be faster, especially on Christmas Eve.
Am I asking too much?
- No, Mr. Katona.
- All right.
I have great news.
I talked to the hospital, and Mr. Matuschek is much better.
- That's wonderful!
- Can we visit him?
Let's all get together and buy him a nice Christmas present.
Let's get him a little Christmas tree for his hospital room.
That's all very nice, but the best present we could give him is a bare-looking shop with nothing in it except money in the cash register.
Now, come on, folks!
Let's make this the biggest Christmas Eve in the history of Matuschek and Company.
Where's Klara!
Klara! Miss Novak!
Coming! Yes, Mr. Kralik, what is it?
- How are you today?
- Fine.
Good. We're expecting terrific business today. It's going to be tough.
But don't overdo it.
Miss Novak, may I ask a favor of you?
With pleasure, Mr. Pirovitch.
I wanted to buy one of those Ochi Tchornya boxes, but Kralik tells me you took the only one that really works.
That's right. I bought it for my boyfriend.
He's coming tonight. We're going to celebrate Christmas Eve.
- Mr. Pirovitch, can you keep a secret?
- On my word of honor.
When I come back Monday, I might have a ring on my finger.
Maybe, you never know.
What?
That's wonderful!
And that's the young man who'll get the cigarette box?
Then let's drop the whole thing.
You see, I thought of giving it to my wife's uncle for Christmas.
I'm sorry, can't you give him something else?
It's not so easy. You see, I don't like him.
I hate to spend a nickel on him. Still, I must give him a present.
I thought if I have to give him a present I might as well give him something he won't enjoy.
The box costs 2.29.
That's a lot of money, but it's worth it to ruin my wife's uncle's Christmas.
I'm sorry, Miss Novak. I forgot you always liked those.
No, no, Mr. Pirovitch. Speak freely.
If you were in my position what would you give him?
That's hard to say.
What would you say to the idea of let's say, maybe, a wallet?
That's an inspiration.
- One of those imported pigskins?
- That's what I was thinking of.
You can't miss.
If I would get such a wallet, I would be one of the happiest men in the world.
On one side... Here, I'll show you.
On one side, I put a picture of my wife and on the other side, my little baby.
When I open it, it says, "Papa" and not "Ochi Tchornya."
Thank you, Mr. Pirovitch. I'll think it over.
Kralik, you'll get the wallet.
Mr. Matuschek, what are doing here?
Since when are you back?
I'm supposed to be a pretty sick man, that's what my doctor tells me.
But after all, it's Christmas Eve. I couldn't stay away any longer.
Can you imagine me, over two weeks in the hospital without seeing a single customer?
The only piece of leather goods in the place was my nurse's handbag.
And where do you think she got it?
At Blasek and Company!
And they expect me to get well?
- Have you been by Blasek and Company?
- Oh, yes.
- What kind of business are they doing?
- They're busy, but no comparison with this.
Good. This is all right.
Mr. Matuschek, take it easy. Don't overdo.
No, I'm not, don't be. I'm not a fool.
I came around to find out if the shop was still here. And then I go.
- Merry Christmas, Mr. Matuschek.
- Same to you.
- Do you think Eric would like that briefcase?
- I don't know. I'm not so sure.
Pardon me, ladies. I can't see very well without my glasses.
Could you tell me the price on that briefcase?
24.50.
24.50! My, what values you get here.
I wonder how Matuschek and Company can do it.
If you don't know, Mr. Matuschek, who should?
How much is it?
9,654.75.
That's wonderful.
That's the biggest day since '28. You should be very proud.
I want to thank you from the bottom of my heart.
Two hours ago when I walked in here, I was a sick man.
But you, Kralik, and you, Pirovitch, you're the best doctors.
And you, Klara and Ilona and Flora, you're wonderful nurses.
Thank you.
Pepi, you know what I think about you.
Yes, sir.
This morning when I received the little Christmas tree you all sent me I was deeply moved.
I read your little note over and over.
And it made me very happy that you missed me and hoped that I'd be coming back home soon again.
You're right, this is my home.
This is where I spent most of my life.
No Christmas is complete without a bonus.
- Kralik.
- Thank you, sir.
Klara.
- Pepi.
- Thank you, sir.
Flora. Here.
- Ilona.
- Thank you, Mr. Matuschek.
And Pirovitch.
I've called you names on several occasions.
When you see the bonus, you'll realize that I didn't mean it.
Thank you, Mr. Matuschek.
I guess that's about all.
Here, what's your name?
Rudy.
- Well, Rudy.
- Good boy.
Thank you, Mr. Matuschek.
It's all right, Rudy.
Too much.
We'll leave the shop just as it is until after the holiday.
I want you all to go home now and have a very Merry Christmas.
Thank you.
Well, Kralik 9,654.75.
That's wonderful.
Thank you, Flora.
Well, I think I'll have a little dinner now, and celebrate Christmas.
Have you ever been to Biro's?
No sir, I'm afraid that's way over my head.
Christmas only comes once a year.
How about joining me and we'll break a bottle of champagne together?
- Mr. Matuschek, I'd love nothing more...
- You have another engagement?
No, not another word. I wanted to be sure that you weren't alone.
Have a wonderful time, and Merry Christmas.
The same to you, sir.
Well, Pirovitch.
I presume you're going to have a nice party at your house tonight.
Yes, I should say.
You probably have some guests?
No, just my wife, my boy, and my little baby and myself.
That's all we want, and we are very happy.
- Well, Merry Christmas.
- Merry Christmas, Mr. Matuschek.
- Merry Christmas, Mr. Matuschek.
- Thank you, Flora.
- Please, give my regards to your mother.
- Thank you.
Still hanging around the shop, Mr. Matuschek? Can't get away from here.
You'd better hurry home, son.
You're probably celebrating Christmas with your family. Am I wrong?
Yes, Mr. Matuschek. See that girl over there on the corner?
- Yeah.
- I'm her Santa Claus.
- Good night, Mr. Matuschek.
- Good night.
Mr. Matuschek, I don't know how to thank you for that marvelous present.
After all, I'm only working here a short time.
That's all right. What was your name?
Rudy.
- How old are you, Rudy?
- 17.
That's a wonderful age. You've got your whole life ahead of you.
- It's up to you what you make of it.
- Yes, sir.
You better not squander that money. Go home and give it to your mother.
- My people don't live here in town.
- Is that so?
- Have you no other relations here?
- No, Mr. Matuschek.
You're all alone in Budapest on Christmas Eve?
That's right.
Rudy! Do you like chicken noodle soup?
I certainly do.
And what would you think of roast goose stuffed with baked apples?
And fresh boiled potatoes and butter and some red cabbage on the side?
I'd love it!
And then cucumber salad with sour cream?
Then a double order of apple strudel with vanilla sauce.
Sounds wonderful!
You're going to have it, Rudy. Come on. Here, taxi!
- It's lovely, I'm sure he'll like it.
- I think so, too.
Merry Christmas, Klara. I hope it all turns out the way you want it to.
- Thanks, llona. - Good night.
- I'm sorry, I'll be out in a second.
- That's all right, no hurry.
I decided to follow your advice after all.
Want to see something?
That's beautiful.
Why don't you try it on?
I'd like to see what it looks like on a girl.
- Are those real diamonds?
- They're pretty near.
I didn't know you had a girlfriend.
Yes, it probably isn't easy for you to imagine anyone could like a man of my type.
Let's not start all over again.
It's Christmas, and I'd like to be friends. Beside, you're wrong.
- Do you mind if I tell you something?
- No, not at all.
When I first came to work here, something very strange happened to me.
I got psychologically mixed up.
- You don't say?
- Yes.
I found myself looking at you again and again.
I just couldn't take my eyes off of you.
I kept saying, "Klara Novak, what on earth is the matter with you.
"This Kralik is not a particularly attractive man."
- I hope you don't mind.
- No, not at all.
Now, here comes the paradox. I found myself falling for you.
- I can't believe it.
- Yes, and very much so.
- You certainly didn't show it.
- In those first few weeks...
I know you won't misconstrue what I'm going to say to you.
After all, I'm happily engaged. At least it looks that way.
Go on.
In those first few weeks, there were moments in the stockroom when you could have swept me off of my feet.
Now I'm getting psychologically mixed up.
I was a different girl, then. I was rather naive.
All my knowledge came from books, and I'd just finished a novel about a glamorous French actress from the Comédie Française.
That's a theater in France.
When she wanted to arouse a man's interest, she treated him like a dog.
Yes, you treated me like a dog.
But instead of licking my hand, you barked.
My mistake was I didn't realize that the difference between this glamorous lady and me was that she was with the Comédie Française and I was with Matuschek and Company.
Well, that's all forgotten now.
Now you're going to see your girlfriend. By the way, is it serious?
Yes, very.
Maybe we'll both be engaged Monday morning.
I think we will.
Don't misunderstand me. I just said in my case, it might happen.
As a matter of fact, I can tell you, it will happen.
How do you know?
We won't go into that.
Mr. Kralik, what do you mean you know?
I guess I might as well tell you. He came to see me.
- Who?
- Your fiancée.
Yes, he came last night. You shouldn't have told him who I am.
I spent an uncomfortable hour.
Apparently, he didn't believe it when you wrote that I meant nothing to you.
I can't get it into my head. Coming to see you?
- That doesn't sound like him at all.
- I've straightened everything out.
You don't have to worry. In a little while you'll be Mrs. Popkin.
Mrs. Popkin?
That's the name, isn't it? That's the name he gave me.
Oh, yes, that's right. Popkin. Popkin.
A very nice fellow. I congratulate you.
Thank you.
Yes. For his type, I'd say yes.
You would classify him as a definite type?
Absolutely! And don't try to change him.
Don't put him on a diet.
- Would you call him fat?
- I wouldn't, but that's a matter of opinion.
I think that little stomach of his gives him a nice, homey quality.
That's what you want in a husband, isn't it?
- Yes, that's what I want.
- And you're perfectly right.
If I were a girl and had to choose between a young, good-for-nothing with plenty of hair, and a solid, mature citizen I'd pick Mathias Popkin every time.
Anyway, he has a fine mind.
Didn't he impress you as being rather witty?
He struck me as rather depressed, but it's unfair to judge a man when he's out of a job.
Out of a job!
He never told me!
That shows you how sensitive he is.
You have nothing to worry about.
He feels that both of you can live very nicely on your salary.
Did you tell him how much I make?
He's your fiancée, and he asked me.
When I told him what salary you made, he was a little worried but then I promised him you'd get a raise, and he felt better about it.
Let me tell you, mentioning that bonus didn't do you any harm at all.
This is terrible.
I'm outraged! I had no idea he was materialistic like this.
If you could read his letters. Such ideals, such a lofty point of view.
- I could quote you passages.
- For instance?
"True love is to be two, and yet one.
"A man and a woman blended as angels.
"Heaven itself." That's victor Hugo. He stole that.
I thought I was the inspiration for all those beautiful thoughts.
Now I find he was just copying words out of a book.
He probably didn't mean a single one of them.
I'm sorry you feel this way about it.
I'd hate to think I'm spoiling your Christmas.
I'd built up such an illusion about him. I thought he was so perfect.
I had to come along and destroy it.
That's all right.
I guess I really ought to thank you.
Klara, if I'd only known in the beginning how you felt about me things would have been different.
We wouldn't have been fighting all the time.
If we quarreled, it wouldn't have been over suitcases and handbags but over something like whether your aunt or grandmother should live with us or not.
It's sweet of you to try to cheer me up.
I think we'd better say good night.
You have an engagement and so have I, and we shouldn't be late.
Do you know what I wish would happen?
When your bell rings at 8:30, and you open the door instead of Popkin, I come in.
Please, don't make it more difficult for me.
- I'd say, "Klara, darling"...
- No, you mustn't.
My dearest, sweetheart Klara, I can't stand it any longer.
Take your key and open post office box 237 and take me out of my envelope and kiss me.
Mr. Kralik, you must...
Dear friend.
You?
Dear friend?
Are you disappointed?
Psychologically, I'm very confused but personally, I don't feel bad at all.
Klara.
When you came to the café that night, I was pretty rude, wasn't I?
- Oh, no.
No. - Yes, I was. Don't you remember?
Why, I called you bowlegged.
I was going to prove to you that I wasn't.
I was going to go out to the street and pull up my trousers.
Would you mind very much if I asked you to pull them up now?
# I never know why men come back #
# From sea #
# The sea is cruel but the sea is clean #
# The cause of this vast purity #
# Must be #
# That men at sea are few and far between #
# Hardship is all she ever gave to me # # Oh, oh-oh-oh #
# And yet I ask why men come back from sea #
# Oh, oh-oh-oh-oh #
# The sea is cruel but the sea is clean #
# Oh, poor brown earth #
# How kind you might have been #
The princess - Have you got news for me?
No, Master.
- Dead?
- She still sleeps.
- You followed my orders?
- Yes, Master.
- And the blind man?
- He has been found.
Alms, for the love of Allah.
Alms, for the love of Allah.
Your cur would bark?
A fine reward for charity.
If charity be false as that coin.
Then you cheat, son of a burnt father.
A blind man cannot tell truth from false.
Alas, I cannot tell day from night. It was my dog.
- How can a dog tell bad from good?
- See for yourself.
Now, by the wonder of Allah -
It is a false coin, and I, myself, knew it not!
Come, O frequenter of tree trunks... now which is the bad one?
This is no dog, but the reincarnation of a tax collector!
O ye whom Allah gave the gift of sight... to fill your eyes with beauty and delight... spare me a thought to whom your wondrous world... is but a city of eternal night.
Alms, for the love of Allah.
Alms, for the love of Allah. - Bring him to me.
- Alms, for the love of Allah.
Pray for me. My name is Halima.
- I do not know you?
- Does one always know one's friends?
I have none to know.
Can you not trust in one who brings not words, but deeds
In my house, there is food and rest.
And what is mine is yours.
- Why should you offer this?
- For your prayers.
That is much for little.
- Take my hand. - There's no need.
My dog sees for me.
He gives me more than ever he can receive, like all dogs.
This is a sleep beyond my knowledge.
Only this I know: When the blind man comes to her, she will be cured.
Strange, Master, he can do something all your powers cannot.
I'll make him do it for me and cast him away.
But she loves the blind man.
Do you call the lisping of two children in a garden love?
Love she has yet to learn.
And I am here to teach her.
- Poor blind beggar.
- Even more unfortunate than you know.
- That cannot be.
- But we are unveiled.
And I am... veiled.
- Tell us your name.
- Ahmad. - Ahmad!
- Ahmad, you'll beg no more.
- Nor journey on. - Stay here with us.
O sovereigns of silkiness, I am sure you are beautiful... but for me there is no staying.
I must on, seeking the one I love, whom I have lost.
Men with two eyes often seek all their lives and fail to find that one. Stay.
There are great doctors here.
They may restore your sight.
That would be the blackest day of all my days.
- You talk in riddles.
- I will give you the answer. Listen.
There was once a king, son of a king and of a hundred kings.
His subjects countless, his wealth untellable... his power absolute.
And this dog was not a dog... but a youth who lived in Bagdad and became dear to the king.
But in those days, he was nothing but a little thief.
Why do you smell my fish, master of a copper coin? Be off!
Be off!
Shall I call the khadi's clubmen?
Stop, thief!
Stop that thief!
Ahmad the king.
Son of Akbar, grandson of Haroun-el-Rachid... the great, the illustrious... lord of the earth, defender of the faith... servant of the all-highest... but master of all men.
Ahmad the king!
Ahmad the king.
Alas, I was that mighty man.
365 wives were mine. In my heart there was no love.
Fifty palaces, and I had no home.
Richest among my subjects, I was the poorest of the poor.
Every desire satisfied, I grew empty of desire.
And in my whole vast kingdom, I could find nothing to do - no task, no aim, no purpose - for always my grand vizier Jaffar stood between me and my people.
Another execution.
Why had he to die?
He had been thinking, my lord and master.
- Is it a crime then to think?
- In a subject, it's quite unpardonable.
Are men only to be ruled by fear?
Men are evil - hatred behind their eyes, lies on their lips, betrayal in their hearts.
You will learn one day, great king... that there are about three things that men respect:
the lash that descends, the yoke that breaks and the sword that slays.
By the power and terror of these, you may conquer the earth.
Do I want to conquer the earth?
What do you want, my lord and master?
I thought I might try to give them happiness. Happiness.
They are fools and knaves.
Your grandsire knew it, and if you would know it too... do as he did.
One night, when darkness falls... leave your palace, go among your people... mix with the crowds, go into their houses... listen, observe and remember.
- Tonight, Jaffar.
- Tonight, my king.
- Your people, my king.
- I've never been so close to them.
Go. Listen, observe and remember.
It is told, though Allah be wiser or more merciful... there was in the past of the ages a king among kings... a master of arms and of armies, of vessels and auxiliaries.
And this master of time and people was an oppressor to both... and the earth was as pitch in the faces of his subjects and his slaves.
- What's he saying? - And they groaned together in secret.
Why, I don't know.
Is it the king he's talking about?
Don't ask questions.
There are spies everywhere.
You must be careful in Bagdad.
I'm a stranger here.
Surely you can tell me what the old man's talking about.
Oh, about foolish hopes... about a prophecy, about a liberator.
Only fools and children believe it.
A liberator indeed. Not while Ahmad is king.
And they groaned together in secret and were slain in the marketplace.
But a wise man among the sages of Bagdad comforted them with a prophecy... saying, "In the fullness of years, a liberator shall come upon you...
"and this shall be the sign of him:
he shall be the lowest of the low... and you shall look for him in the clouds."
And the people cried, "We shall look for him in the clouds indeed...
"for if the great are powerless to save us from this tyrant... how can one of no account avail?"
And the reader of the Milky Way replied...
"Have faith, trust in Allah...
"for there, one day in the blue, you shall see a boy...
"the lowest of the low, mounted upon a cloud.
"But the cloud shall be as strong as the hills beneath the snow...
"and from the ranges of the sky... he shall destroy this tyrant with the arrow of justice."
- What is the name of the tyrant?
- Ahmad.
I wish the miracle would happen today.
I wish he would die today.
Put him in prison.
When he says he's the king, tell them he's a madman.
His friends and all who might be loyal to him must be destroyed.
I learned that night not that men are evil, but that he was evil.
When he persuaded me among my people, he laid a trap for me.
I was thrown into prison... and there, in prison, my life began... for there I met the one who was to become my only true friend -
Abu, the little thief of Bagdad.
For only very little thieves are thrown into prison.
- Don't put me in prison! No!
- Come in, thief.
Cut off his right arm, and then his left.
Then his left leg, then his right.
Don't kill me!
- I don't want to die! - Tomorrow morning.
And as for the madman, our great sultan Jaffar is merciful.
Only his head.
As the sun rises.
Poor boy, they've driven you mad.
Me mad?
They just said you were mad.
Are you really mad?
That's it. I'm mad. I must be mad.
The maddest of all the madmen that ever lived in the sultan's palace.
- You are mad, quite mad. - What's it matter
In the morning, unless the sun stops still and never rises, we both die - the thief and the madman- and I don't want to die.
You are not mad... and maybe we shall watch the sun rise from over the river.
Didn't you hear the jailer? "As the sun rises."
As the sun rises, we'll take a boat and go down to the sea.
I've never seen the sea... but I've heard the sailors on the riverside talk about it.
In the sea are fishes as big as the great temple... and little ones as tiny as my little finger, with wings.
And boats as big as Bagdad itself... with sails as big as clouds.
And when the wind blows, they go as fast as antelopes... and carry you to the isles of India and China.
To the isles of India and China.
And we're locked in prison.
The ax will fall as the sun rises.
And you say you're not mad.
- What's that?
The key of the prison. I just stole it. - The key?
Give it to me! - Steady, steady.
You want someone to look after you. We can't go now.
- Why not?
- We must wait.
In an hour they will eat. After they eat, they sleep.
Then we go.
Hurry! Catch this oar.
Give me that rope! Hurry! We must get away.
Do you want us to be killed?
Do you think they will have mercy on us?
Don't you think if the king knew, he'd be merciful?
The king was a fool.
I hope he suffers as much as he made the people suffer.
- Do you hate him so much?
- Everybody hated him.
Oh, if I could only lay my hands on him just once... if I could only tell him what a fool he was.
Tell it now. I am Ahmad the king.
- Speak.
- Ahmad the king is dead. He died yesterday.
There's a new king, Jaffar.
- Look!
Jaffar would not make all that fuss over me.
He would not send the whole guard after me.
Mercy, Master. I'm your slave.
Leave me at least one arm for small stealing, and I'll pay you twice as much in taxes.
- What's your name?
- I'm Abu the thief... son of Abu the thief, grandson of Abu the thief.
Most unfortunate of 10 sons with a hunger that yawns day and night.
Get up, my little friend.
- We must return to Bagdad.
- How can you be such a fool?
I mean, my king would be killed.
A dead king and a dead thief cannot do much, you know.
If your fingers are as nimble as your brain, you are indeed the prince of thieves. Come on.
Let's catch the morning breeze. That will carry us to freedom. Freedom.
I've had everything but freedom.
And I've had nothing but freedom.
And now we've got it, what shall we do with it? Anything we like.
In three days, we shall be in Basra.
Take this pole. Push!
# I want to be a sailor # # Sailing out to sea #
# No plowboy, tinker, tailor is any fun to be #
# Aunts and cousins #
# By the baker's dozens?
# Drive a man to sea or highway robbery # # want to be a bandit #
# Can't you understand it #
# Sailing to sea is life for me #
# Is life for me #
Abu!
Basra!
How beautiful it looks.
How beautiful it smells!
Pancakes!
- Give me one!
- Really, you are a fool.
Whoever heard of eating pancakes without honey?
But how can you steal honey?
Allah give us the pancakes, and he will provide honey.
- You buy honey?
- Yes, we are thinking of buying some. - Uh, a jar, of course.
- Jar?
- Uh, if it's good honey.
- The best in Basra. Uh, easy to say.
First I must try.
I've tasted better.
What do you think?
No, not good enough.
- Your bees are out of humor.
- Take better care of them.
Hey, old friend. Whose palace is this?
Why, the palace of the sultan, children of ignorance.
- The palace of a thousand toys.
- Toys?
Where have you come from, you beggars of no importance?
Don't you know that the sultan has the greatest collection of toys in the world?
Why toys?
The sultan is an old man, and old men are like children.
He guards his toys more jealously... than he guards his daughter.
But I say no more.
Now out of my way, you masters of a thousand fleas.
Allah be with you, but I doubt it.
- What's happening?
- Let me go! - Not until you've told us.
- The princess comes!
- Then why does everybody go? - It's death to look on her. - Death?
- Why?
No man has ever seen her, nor shall, till her father gives her in marriage.
- Is she so ugly?
- Her beauty is like the sun and the moon.
Let me go!
- Let us go! - Where?
Up there!
- Your eating will cause our death.
- Without eating, we die.
Here they come!
- I must see her again.
- But I've found Sinbad the sailor.
And he has given us two places on his ship.
It is more wonderful than I'd ever imagined.
And on the next tide, she sails.
I can't go.
I must see her again.
But, Ahmad, all my life I dreamt of going in a great ship across the world.
I can't go. I must see her again.
If I help you to see her, will you then come with me?
I will.
# O throbbing heart of mine #
# Be still today #
# We must await the word #
# That all men say #
# And when, O heart of mine #
# It comes to you #
# Leap up # # Remembering #
# It might # # Be true #
No more.
The music of a love song is as heavy as the noonday air.
Let us wait for the nightingale and the night. To the pool.
A djinni!
Don't go! Don't go. It's a djinni in the pool.
A djinni.
Are you afraid?
Yes. Terribly.
Why don't you run away ?
I want to look.
I've never seen a djinni before.
Well, then what do you see?
Remember always, to a djinni, you must tell the truth.
You don't look wicked.
Are you a good djinni? Not too good.
Very good djinni are just as tiresome as very good men.
- Do you live down there?
- No.
- Why have you come? - To see you.
- I was about to bathe.
- I'm waiting.
Bathe, with you there?
Give me your hand then. Down into the water.
Oh, djinni, you've gone.
I didn't mean you to go so soon.
Shall I never see you again? Never?
Don't be afraid. I'm not a djinni.
Who are you?
Your slave.
Where have you come from?
From the other side of time... to find you.
How long have you been searching?
Since time began.
Now that you've found me, how long will you stay?
Till the end of time.
For me, there can be no more beauty in the world but yours.
For me, there can be no more pleasure in the world... than to please you.
Will you be here in the garden tomorrow at the same hour?
There's a gardener here who watches night and day.
His name is Death.
You mustn't come.
Forbid me then.
I cannot forbid.
Tomorrow!
And all tomorrows.
- Did you see her?
- I did. Good! Then we can go with Sinbad tonight.
- No, Abu.
I can't go.
- Why not? You have seen her again.
That's why I can't go - because I have seen her.
All right. Then I'll go alone.
If you go there tomorrow again... how will you pass the guards without me to help?
- Oh, I'll find a way. - You'll be caught.
You'll stay with me?
Oh, Abu, why should you? You have as great a longing in your soul as I have.
- Why should you stay with me?
- Because I'm as great a fool as you are.
Brother of lions.
Fountain of hospitality.
You know, I have the largest collection of these mechanical devices... in the whole wide world.
And this is the most remarkable of them all.
I-It tells the time.
See how it works?
Huh? Sheer magic, isn't it?
I hope this dangerous device will never be allowed into the hands of the people.
- Dangerous?
- Yes.
If people once begin to know the time... they will no longer call you the king of time.
They will want to know how time is spent.
Oh, you're right.
Oh, the people must never know.
Look, look. Come. Ah!
Such workmanship.
Such
- Such precision. Such reliability.
I do so prefer these things to my subjects.
Watch.
Watch. See.
That's the finest of them all.
See?
- I have only to wind a key or press a spring - and they do exactly the same thing every time... and exactly what I want.
And so often my subjects fail to do exactly what I want... and then I have to have their heads cut off.
Your collection is indeed magnificent... and so near completion too.
Near completion? Huh.
I'd have you know my collection is-is the most complete completion.
Please, do not misunderstand me.
I am well aware that nothing short of a miracle could add luster... to this already dazzling display.
But such a miracle does exist.
A mechanical toy better than - than any of mine?
Knowing of your interest in these matters, I have brought it with me.
Well, let's see it. Let's see it. Quickly, quickly!
Oh, I can't bear to be kept waiting.
Ooh. This is exciting, this.
If Your Highness would wind it yourself.
What's it going to do? Hmm?
Move its legs, or arch its neck?
Or - Or wag its tail?
Hmm? It doesn't kick, does it?
To tell you the truth, I'm always rather nervous of these things...
Till I know what they're going to do, Till I get used to them.
It wants some winding.
- And now?
- Pull the reins!
I am no longer a man.
I am a bird!
I'm the king of birds!
I want it.
I must have it, and I'll give you anything you wish for it.
It's yours.
I ask but one thing in return.
Anything you will.
- Your daughter.
- My daughter
Oh, dear, dear, dear.
-This is very awkward. Wh
-What do you want my daughter for?
- I have to found a dynasty.
- Oh, quite, quite, quite.
I understand entirely about founding a dynasty.
Delightful thing to do.
I've tried myself, many times. And what have I got? A daughter.
The true offspring of the mother of miseries.
Her eyes have quarreled.
They're always trying to get at one another.
Her eyes are Babylonian eyes... and her eyebrows like the crescent moon of Ramadan.
- Her body's straight as the letter alif.
- How do you know?
- I've seen her. - Oh, no, you -
- I have.
- Where?
- In my crystal.
- Oh, confound your crystal.
Confound all crystals. I always did hate the things.
- Are you a magician?
- I have some skill.
Oh, say no more.
I - Anyhow, I - I must have this horse.
I will never marry him. I would rather die.
I will go to my sister, who's married to he sultan of Samarkand.
She will protect me.
Go back to the garden.
You will find someone there whom we thought was the djinni of the pool.
Tell him of our misfortune, and tell him that I will wait for him in Samarkand.
Yes, Princess.
Your Highness, the princess is nowhere to be found.
We have searched the whole garden.
- We have found only two beggars.
- Bring them here.
Jaffar!
At last, face to face, man to man, sword to sword.
Give me a sword!
Allah will judge!
Great sultan, I speak the truth. My eyes bear witness.
Ahmad!
My eyes!
I'm blind!
Listen, great sultan, I know the truth.
You must know who this man is!
And this - Listen, good people.
- Son of a dog.
By this, my magic rune... be what your fathers were... and bay the moon.
And this is my curse:
You shall remain a dog... and you shall walk in the darkness of the blind... until I hold her in my arms.
And now, dispensers of bounty, you know why a blind man with his dog... searches the world for a lost love, and with little enough hope.
Yet without that hope, there would be nothing.
And Allah is merciful.
Allah is merciful indeed, for the one that you seek is here.
If you mock me, Allah will not forgive.
I do not mock. Your princess was captured by slave traders and sold here in our slave market.
The richest merchant in the town bought her.
But no sooner was she taken to his house than she fell into the strangest trance.
She lives, but is as dead. No doctor can restore her.
Night and day she calls upon the djinni of the pool.
- I was that djinni!
- And you alone can bring her back to life.
Can you take me where she is?
O djinni, shall I never see you again?
- Never?
- Lead me to her.
Why have you come?
To find you.
- How long have you been searching?
- From the beginning of time.
Now that you've found me, how long will you stay?
Till the end of time.
The dream - my dream - always the same dream.
This is no dream.
Ahmad!
Finish the masquerade.
Don't look at me like that.
Suffering has left its mark.
For me, your beauty will always be as I first saw it - never changing.
Your eyes -They're so strange.
So full of pain.
One cannot go through fire and not be scorched.
Ahmad, you must go.
The master has returned.
I will hide you, and when the master sleeps in the heat of the noon...
I'll bring her to you.
Quiet.
From now you're not only mine.
Stay and guard her for me.
Blind. He's blind.
It is in your power to restore his sight.
There is, in this town, a famous doctor who would, at your request, cure him.
Take me.
Is the doctor here, on this ship?
Yes.
Open this door.
Bring him nearer.
Nearer.
How do you find your dog's life, hmm?
Strange how an unpleasant child can be a decent dog.
Throw him overboard.
Welcome.
- Jaffar!
- Yes.Jaffar. It's always Jaffar.
Since you left your palace, I have kept you safe.
When you rode hopeless and lost in the desert, who guided you?
When you were sold in the slave market, who bought you
Always Jaffar.
It was in my house you were cared for, to sleep your sleep... and dream to its end... your first dream of love.
It was I who woke you.
No. It was Ahmad.
I was told there was a doctor here... who could restore his sight.
But I am that doctor.
The same moment that I hold you in my arms...
Ahmad will see.
Take me in your arms.
My eyes!
Ahmad!
Can you see?
I'm Abu again!
Abu!
- Abu, where is she? - She's with him
-Jaffar- on the ship.
What good are my eyes to me without her?
Is there nothing for you without her?
Nothing.
I have powers that could force you to my will.
But I want more than they can give.
I want your love.
Forget Ahmad.
He's no longer blind.
And for a man with eyes, the world is full of women.
Only I am cursed... that I can see only you.
Little fool.
Trying to end your life before it has begun.
I tell you, Ahmad has forgotten.
Look!
It's Ahmad!
Wind!
Wind!
Wind!
Whip yourself, winds of heaven!
Whip till you wail aloud!
Ahmad!
Why do you refuse to obey your destiny?
You behave like a slave girl.
I am a slave girl.
You could command me.
Try. Ask what you will.
Would you take me back to Basra?
- Master!
Northward to Basra.
This is a place of desolation.
It is the most beautiful garden in the world.
If there were ever flowers in it, they've vanished, like cancer.
And the pool - so dark with weeds... you can't even see your own reflection in it.
I'm not looking for my own reflection.
Father, I don't want to go to Bagdad with Jaffar.
- But, my dear-
- Don't let him take me.
- Oh, there, there, there, there, there, there.
Well, if you don't want to go to Bagdad with him, you shan't. No.
Never. Never, never, never.
Never while I live. There.
What is it?
The newest magical toy: the silver maid.
Does she do anything more?
She can embrace you.
But any of my wives will do that.
Her embrace will thrill you... as no other woman ever has... or ever will.
Do you mean I might get rid of all my wives... and have a collection of these things?
She tickles!
Guards!
Make ready for Bagdad.
Free!
Free again!
Free, after 2,000 years!
2,000 years ago, King Solomon, master of all the djinns... imprisoned me within that bottle.
For me, this is the first moment of my new freedom.
For you -
For you, this is the last moment of your life.
My life?
Your life!
In a moment I shall lift my foot and crush you... insect, beetle, worm that you are!
But, sheik of spirits, I fished you out of the sea.
I opened your bottle. I let you out.
You can't be so ungrateful.
Ungrateful? Slaves are not grateful.
Not for their freedom.
Listen. Inside my bottle for the first thousand years...
I swore that I'd enrich the one that freed me with all the riches of the earth.
But in the second thousand years, my imprisoned spirit turned to vengeance... on all that lived and were free.
And I swore that I'd kill him that freed me to satisfy that hate.
Are you ready?
Wait! Wait! Wait!
Please, before I die, may I -
May I ask one question?
Ask.
How comes it that you, as big as a mountain... could ever get into that bottle I can hold in my hand?
You weren't ever in it really, were you? - Of course I was.
- Oh, no, you weren't. - I was!
- You weren't! What?
You dare doubt?
If I'm going to die in a moment, I can dare anything, and I say it's impossible.
- Impossible? - And I don't believe you.
- Take care.
- And never shall. - Never?
- Nothing can make me! - Nothing?
- Nothing.
Unless I see it with my own eyes.
Then, dog of an unbeliever, before you die... you shall see, with me, nothing is impossible!
You shall see and believe!
Now, you great, overblown belch! Let me out!
Let me out!
Just because you were bigger than me, you thought you could bully.
- Let me out! Let me out!
Product of inflation. Descendant of a stink.
Let you out?
I'm going to throw you back into the sea.
- This time forever. - Oh, no.
Mercy! Mercy, O Master!
- What's that?
- O great and merciful master!
- Say that again.
- O great and merciful master... let me out, and I'll grant you three wishes.
- Three wishes?
- Your first three wishes shall come true. - You swear?
- I swear.
By King Solomon, master of all the djinn?
By King Solomon, the master of all the djinn... the oath that no spirit can break.
- And you'll behave? No threatening and shouting?
- No what? - No, Master.
Now, don't make so much noise again.
You frightened me before.
Master, I hear and obey.
That's better. All bullies must learn manners in the end.
I'm hungry.
Can't think with my stomach empty.
I wish I had some of those sausages Mother used to make.
Your sausages, Master.
That was the first wish, Master.
Two more remain. Name them.
Don't you hurry me. I've got to be careful.
Two more. You know what I wish?
Tell me. Where is my friend Ahmad?
Master, to know that, you must look into the All-Seeing Eye.
- Then give me the eye.
- Master, I can take you where it is... but not even I can steal it for you.
Steal? Huh!
I'll see to that.
- Little braggart. What have you ever stolen?
- What haven't I? A key from its lock, ring from its finger, money from its purse, the strength of a djinni -
And the tongue of a liar!
But he who would steal the All-Seeing Eye... from the very brow of the goddess must be neither a thief nor a braggart, but a hero.
I always wanted to be a hero. Come on!
Then catch on to my hair. All right.
But mind you, this is not my second wish yet.
Now I'm rather helping you.
Yes, Master.
Djinni! I'm frightened!
I hear!
All right, Master?
I think so. Where are we now?
Above the roof of the world.
Has the world got a roof?
Of course, supported by seven pillars.
And the seven pillars are set on the shoulders of a djinni whose strength is beyond thought.
And the djinni stands on an eagle... and the eagle on a bull, and the bull on a fish.
And the fish swims in the Sea of Eternity.
Where are we going?
On the highest peak of the highest mountain of the world... where earth meets the sky, and there is the Temple of the Dawn.
And in the great hall of the temple is the goddess of light.
And in the head of the goddess is the All-Seeing Eye.
And now, my little braggart... you can be a thief and a hero all in one.
A hero.
Djinni!
Get me out of here, quick! Quick! Djinni!
Help!
Is this the All-Seeing Eye?
Not for 2,000 years will she grow another.
For a hundred generations of men, she will not know their doings.
- Now shall I know what happened to Ahmad? - Look.
Look hard.
It's Ahmad.
Help!
Now my second wish. Take me to him.
To hear is to obey, little master of the world.
Hold tight, little brother. We have to return half across the world.
Don't be afraid, Ahmad! - It's me, Abu!
Put me down!
Gently, you clumsy good-for-nothing!
Allah be merciful. It's a real djinni.
He's mine, and I am his master.
I am your master, aren't I?
To hear is to obey, O Master!
He brought me here, and he'll carry us away.
What's he laughing like that for? I don't like the sound of it.
Oh, he's all right. He's a bit big to talk to.
That's the worse part about him. You have to shout so much.
Hey, you up there!
- What are you laughing for?
- For my freedom. It is at hand.
You get us out of this place.
- Your third wish?
Not yet.
He is big, but he is sharp.
I've got to be careful. Only one wish left.
I have only one wish.
Oh, I know all about that.
Your princess.
If only I could see her again.
Is that all?
I don't need to waste a wish for that. - Look.
- What's that?
Look into it - hard, hard.
Keep staring into it. You'll see her.
It's true!
A blue rose?
I've heard about that.
That - That's the Blue Rose of Forgetfulness.
If she inhales its fragrance, she'll forget... everything.
Blue roses?
Exquisite.
Who are you?
I don't know.
I've forgotten.
Why have you suffered?
Have I suffered?
I don't remember.
It seems I was in love.
Whom did you love?
I cannot tell.
I don't know any longer.
I can't look anymore!
There are worse things than blindness. Knowledge can be more terrible than ignorance, if one can do nothing.
Nothing.
Why did you give me this?
Take it back and break it into a thousand pieces.
I only stole it to help you.
You stole it because you enjoy stealing.
Without my stealing, you'd be dead.
I wish I were dead. I wish I'd never seen you.
I wish - I wish I were in Bagdad.
I wish you were!
Ahmad!
Where are you?
Where you wished him - on his way to Bagdad.
Then take me out of this place. Don't you hear?
I want to get out.
You stay where you are.
You're a clever little man, little master of the universe... but mortals are weak and frail.
If their stomach speaks, they forget their brain.
If their brain speaks, they forget their hearts.
And if their hearts speak-
If their hearts speak, they forget everything!
Am I not your master?
No longer. You've had your three wishes, and I am free!
Free!
Djinni! Djinni! Come back!
Don't leave me here! Don't let me die! Djinni!
And farewell, little master of the universe.
Farewell! Free!
You have been in love with me.
You are in love with me.
You will always love me.
Everything of the past is forgotten.
I have been in love with you.
I am in love with you.
I shall always love you.
Jaffar!
Put them in prison.
Chain them to opposite walls.
In the morning, they die the death of a thousand cuts.
I have failed, my love. Forgive me.
I have no regrets.
We are together.
And shall be for the rest of our lives.
We shall never again know the torture of being apart.
And if death is not the end, we shall go on together.
Abu and I parted quarreling.
I wish I could tell him I'm sorry.
Abu, my friend... good-bye and forgive me.
I won't say good-bye.
I'll help.
But how? How?
If I can't help, I won't see!
Welcome, our prince.
Welcome, little prince.
Father of a beard, there's some mistake.
I'm not a prince. I'm only a thief.
For you we have been waiting twice 2,000 years. Oh, no.
Not waiting for me... because I didn't know I was coming, and I don't know how I've come.
Who are you, father of miracles?
And where am I?
This is the Land of Legend... where everything is possible when seen through the eyes of youth.
We are the remnant of the Golden Age.
Golden because gold was nothing.
No more than the sand beneath your feet... or the stone that we became.
How did you become stone?
We were petrified with horror... by the evil done among men... when they ceased to be children... and to believe in the beauty of the impossible.
But whenever the heart of a child returns to us... and comes into us... we live again.
And so, as that child... you are to be my successor.
Now, come with me... and I will present you with two insignia... of true kingship.
Here they are.
Aim this only at injustice, and you cannot fail.
Oh, no, father of kindness. I don't want it.
I don't want to be a king.
- I only want to save my friend.
- Well, this will help you. Take it.
And now...
I do homage... for you are king... and all in our kingdom is yours... except that carpet, which I keep for myself.
For on that carpet... which flies when it is bidden - "Fly, carpet" -
I shall go to paradise at the hour appointed.
It is told, though Allah is wiser or more merciful... there was in the past of the ages a king among kings... a master of arms and of armies, of vessels and auxiliaries.
And this master of time and people was an oppressor to both... until the earth was as pitch on the faces of his subjects and his slaves... and they groaned together in secret... and were slayed in the marketplace.
But a wise man among the sages of Bagdad... comforted them with a prophecy, saying...
"In the fullness of time, a liberator shall come upon you... and this shall be the sign of him."
O Allah, I know you don't much like stealing.
I'll never steal again. You can trust me.
Just this once more.Just this little carpet so as to get to Bagdad in time.
When the old king's hour comes... he won't want a carpet to fly to paradise.
Then you, O Allah, will take him by the hand... gentle and kind as he is... and lead him into eternal bliss.
Aren't I right?
But I must go to Bagdad to save my friend.
It's a question of minutes. You must see that.
O Allah, lord of justice, let me steal.
Fly, carpet.
Wait.
Fly, carpet!
Why do you close your eyes?
There's little time left to see him.
The people cried, "We shall look for him in the clouds indeed...
"for if the great are powerless to save us from this tyrant... how can one of no account avail?"
And the reader of the Milky Way replied...
"Have faith, trust in Allah...
"for there, one day in the blue, you shall see a boy...
"the lowest of the low, mounted on a cloud...
"and that cloud shall be as strong as the hills beneath the snow...
"and from the ranges of the sky... he shall destroy this tyrant with the arrow of justice."
The horse!
Up, quickly!
Ahmad!
Jaffar!
My people, I owe everything to Abu... and when he grows into a man, he shall be my grand vizier.
He shall be sent to the best school in Bagdad... and all the wise men of the East shall teach him all the wisdom of the world.
He shall be the wisest of men, and in those future days... when he will be full of knowledge, science and dignity... he will be the shining example for the youths of Bagdad... and they may remember how the little thief became the dignifi -
Where are you going?
You've got what you wanted.
Now, I'm going to find what I want.
- What's that?
- Some fun.
- An adventure at last!
- Have a pass? - Yes, sir, captain.
Sam Moore.
What's your business, Sam?
Going to visit your wife?
No, sir.
I was going away from her, and fast too.
- All right.
Let him through. - Giddap, Dolly.
Step aside for the stagecoach.
Hello, Ted.
How many you got?
Three, sergeant, and a lady.
Your passes, please.
Mr. Colburn, Army sutler.
Judge Hatfield. Oh, good morning, Your Honor.
John Goodrich, merchant of Richmond.
And the lady Julia Hayne, Virginia City, Nevada.
And what is your business in Richmond, Miss Hayne?
To visit the commanding officer at Libby Prison.
You got folks in there?
I'm a Southerner.
- The commander's my friend. - Sorry, ma'am.
All right, gentlemen. Thank you very much.
Go ahead, Ted.
Let them through.
Let them up.
That last shift didn't do so badly.
Forty-four, 45 46, 47 48.
That means we've passed the powder magazine.
Yeah, and it lays rights over here.
- How much further we got to dig, captain?
- Oh, about five more feet.
Only eight more hours till we're free.
Gosh, my pa must have been a beaver.
He probably was.
- Guard. - Yes, sir?
Open up.
Captain Irby, you ain't going in that lower-west alone.
Them Union prisoners sure is savage.
Do as I tell you and lock the door behind me.
Yes, sir.
You, up.
Okay.
You, on your feet.
You too.
And you.
All right, you four men, move it.
Come on, move the stove.
- Yes, sir. - Yes, sir.
Now, clear out.
No, no.
It's no use.
He wouldn't dare come alone if they didn't know he was coming.
Now, get back and look out for yourselves.
What are you doing?
All right, you men. Come on out.
You hear me? Come on out of there.
You made quite a bit of the headway with your system of operation, Captain Bradford.
That tunnel wasn't a bad idea.
But I happened to learn you were digging it three days after you started last spring.
Three months and almost 13 days.
And you let us go on working, did you?
All that time, killing ourselves, trying to get out of that rat-hole?
You've led two other attempts to break out of prison, Bradford one of which cost the lives of some of my men.
Since solitary confinement means nothing to men like you, except to make you worse I thought this time I'd let you work out your own punishment.
That was a very amusing idea, captain. I see you've quite a sense of humor.
This time, it's final.
You and these two know the penalty for third-escape try.
You think that'd be any worse than rotting in this fever-hole?
If you'd like to dig further, you're welcome.
Only no matter where you come up under that shed across the vacant ground as you planned or where the sewer comes into the canal, you'll find a few bayonets waiting for you.
- That's all. - No, no.
That's not quite all, captain.
You must allow me to thank you for the timely warning.
And it was very gallant of you letting us amuse ourselves in there.
And believe me, if ever the opportunity arises I'll repay you for every foot of this tunnel, with interest.
I'll be at your service and it'll be a pleasure.
Captain, there's a lady waiting inside.
Julia.
Julia.
I wondered if I'd ever see you again.
Haven't you forgotten?
Forgotten?
How could I?
But I've changed.
Not to me.
And you, Vance.
What's been happening to you?
Of course, I knew you were here.
Certain people in Virginia City told me that.
That's simple enough. Here, sit down.
Thank you.
They gave me this job while I was convalescing from Chancellorsville.
Thank heaven I'm fit and ready for service as soon as they can find some use for me.
Vance, the war's going badly for us, isn't it?
Very badly, Julia.
The South hasn't anything left to fight with except the will.
Wars are won with gold nowadays, not with men.
And the North has the gold.
That's why Sherman's in Atlanta.
But if the South had the gold to buy supplies, arms, powder...
Who's going to stake us?
Jeff Davis is bankrupt.
There's hardly a dime in the Confederate treasury.
Even England has stopped her credits. We're lucky if we last another six months.
I'm not thinking about credits, Vance.
I'm thinking about a gift to the South of $5 million in gold bullion.
- Julia, you're crazy.
Where in the world...? - Virginia City. Impossible.
That's a Yank stronghold and...
You're familiar with Virginia City. Have you forgotten?
It's one of the richest mining centers in the world. And the biggest mine owners there...
Of course.
Dr. Cameron, Armistead, Marshall, all Southerners.
Whose loyalty adds up to the $5 million which they're giving to the Confederacy.
But they can't move it out for fear of stirring up a suspicion.
They need a leader, someone strong, resourceful who knows all the country between.
- That's why I've come straight to you. - To me?
Yes, you're the only one who could do it.
Is that the only reason you came straight to me?
I don't know, Vance.
I still don't know.
But you're my oldest and my dearest friend.
I knew I could trust you.
Tell me, why did you leave your home here and go north?
Was it because of me?
Well, partly that then, because I wasn't sure.
I wanted to sing.
Father was so furious.
A Hayne on the public stage.
You gave a recital in Boston, I heard.
Only one.
Then the war.
Oh, it was a long jump, Vance, from Boston to Virginia City singing in the Sazerac Saloon.
But why?
Virginia City is a loyal Yankee nest.
Drunken Union soldiers talk and I listen.
I'm a very good listener, Vance.
And what I hear, I pass on.
And that's why you were chosen to come here. Yes.
To get your help.
Oh, so much depends in you, Vance.
You must go and see the president.
Mr. President, we must face the facts.
The Army's half starved, therefore is only at half its strength.
Each week, thousands of our boys are dying for lack of proper equipment and medical supplies.
What the captain suggests is dangerous and difficult but the $5 million these people are willing to sacrifice may save the South.
How do you propose to bring the gold to Richmond, Captain Irby?
Between Nevada and the Mississippi there are 17 Union forts guarding the roads and every inch of the river.
Quite true, but I have planned a route by which I hope to dodge them but it's a great deal harder and longer than the old immigrant trail.
If you'll permit me to demonstrate on your map.
Go right ahead, sir.
I'd head due south through lower Nevada and the territory of New Mexico to Texas.
A convoy could meet us at our Amarillo outpost rush the gold to Galveston, then by a blockade runner all the way around to Wilmington, then here.
- How long would it take to reach Amarillo? - About four weeks.
It makes sense to me, Mr. President.
How well do you know that southwest country, captain?
I've hunted, scouted and driven cattle through most of it.
I know every water hole and arroyo, almost every cactus bush.
It's pretty dry and barren, but I'm sure I can make it.
Well, General Page.
If Captain Irby says he can, he will, sir.
Jeb Stuart told me he was the smartest scout he ever had.
And he added that Irby could lead a cavalry raid to Hades and back.
From what I hear, that's a pretty accurate description of Virginia City, general.
By the way, Irby, where is the messenger who brought us the good news?
One moment, sir.
Julia, the president would like to see you.
Mr. President, may I present Miss Julia Hayne the daughter of Colonel Hayne.
Mr. President.
I knew your father, Miss Hayne.
He was a gallant soldier which explains the courage you found for such a dangerous mission.
Thank you, Mr. President.
We're proud of you and deeply grateful.
Good luck to you, captain.
The hopes of 10 million will be riding with you.
Quiet.
Right. The lamp.
Irby left the joker in the pack when he didn't shut off this tunnel.
Sure enough left the road open to the powder magazine.
- There it is. - Yeah. Here.
Hey, not yet.
Wait until the sentry changes at 10:00.
- Shut up. ...dadgummed...
- What are they digging?
- Earthworks, the last line of defense.
Is it as bad as that?
Are they so close?
Seventy miles, at Spotsylvania Court House.
But they'll never take Richmond now, Julia. You've brought us new hope.
Who's billeted here?
The 17th Cavalry.
They're using it as headquarters.
They'll probably move on any day now.
Looks strange, doesn't it?
Oh, Vance, do you remember the old days here?
The parties father used to have in this house?
It was fun growing up together, wasn't it?
I wish it could have lasted forever. We were close then.
Do you remember the last Christmas I spent here before the war?
Frost was glistening in all the fields holly wreaths were in all those windows, mistletoe in the hall.
And Father standing in the doorway with the light behind him so straight and proud and handsome.
And now wet leaves cover the ground at Shiloh, don't they, Vance?
Julia, why do you torture yourself with memories?
What have I got left?
The war's taken everything.
Not me, Julie.
Perhaps someday we...
But now, I just feel dead inside and I will be till the war is over.
When do you start west?
Tomorrow, by troop train to the border, then by stage.
We'll see each other later then at Virginia City. Yes.
But remember, when we meet, we've never seen each other before.
- Then the Federals can't suspect. - Oh, I'm an expert at that now.
Treating friends like strangers and enemies like friends.
I won't forget.
What time is it?
Around 10:00.
Let's go back to Richmond.
The prison.
Back to town as quick as you can make it.
Marble, I never thought you'd turn out to be a water buffalo.
If I don't get out of this water, it's gonna take the curl out of my hair.
If you don't shut up, you're gonna have a bullet parting your hair.
Here are some tracks, men.
They're running every which way, but they're probably headed upstream.
Come on.
All fish head upstream, my friend, that's how they get caught.
Come on.
Gentlemen, this is Captain Bradford one of our most reliable sources of enemy intelligence.
I question that, sir.
A man of any intelligence would hardly spend a vacation in Libby Prison.
I understand, at the time of your capture you were tracing the report of gold shipments to Richmond.
That's correct. The shipments were made.
How could the silver and gold that might dribble through to the rebels affect the outcome of this war one way or another?
They couldn't, sir, so long as those shipments were small.
I have reason to believe the rebels' next shipments will involve millions.
- That could prolong this conflict for years. - Where could they get millions?
Only one place, sir.
Virginia City in Nevada. Three of the richest mines in America belong to Southern sympathizers there.
- Virginia City.
That's a rebel hotbed.
- You'll have to watch yourself. - Thank you. We will.
By the way, I'm taking these men with me, sir.
We always work together.
Well, what are their qualifications?
Well, sir, Marblehead there...
Yes, sir.
...he's probably one of the finest horse-thieves east of Chicago.
- You mean Kansas City, sir. - Oh, Kansas City.
- And Moose. - Yes, sir.
Well, he's had four wives, so he's had to learn how to keep undercover.
Well, that settles it.
Draw what money you need from the paymaster.
And before you leave, look over the Washington reports on Virginia City.
- Thank you. - Good luck to you.
Thank you, sir.
- Sir. - Sir.
Hey, why did you say I only had four wives?
- Well, what was it, five?
- Sure.
Oh, I keep losing count.
This is most uncomfortable. I've never had such a rough ride.
My congressman will certainly hear about this road.
In fact, I think I'll write to President Lincoln.
He's kind of busy right now.
- There's a war on, you know. - Oh, the war, the war.
When I think of all those brave boys on the battlefield, so many of them.
- It's bad for business, you know. - What is your business, mister?
Life insurance.
- Perhaps I could interest you in a policy. - No, thanks.
Great American Insurance Company, Cleveland, Ohio.
Fine protection.
- I would not be a good risk. - Nonsense, you look as fit as a fiddle.
I suppose you avoid all unnecessary forms of excitement?
Oh, sure, sure. I just sit home, reading books.
Oh, you Westerners are lucky.
No taxes to speak of, nothing to worry about.
Of course, you are deprived of the glorious opportunity to defend your country.
You are lucky to be out here.
They tell me they are drafting men your age in the North. Yes.
Yes, they are.
That's the part of the war I don't approve of.
What business are you three gentlemen in?
- Well... - We're in the mining business.
Gold mining. We thought we'd mosey around Virginia City for a spell.
Doesn't your friend know there's more silver than gold in Virginia City?
- Yes, but... - We're in both.
That's it.
So you're from Virginia City, are you, Miss Hayne?
You haven't said.
Haven't I?
Now that we've all mentioned our business, how about you?
Since you joined us a few miles back, I suppose you live in this part of the country.
- Cattle business? - No, no.
Maybe you could say I handle hardware.
- Full line? - Oh, full enough.
- Hardware.
- Here is one of my samples.
You take this, Mr. Marblehead.
I'm a trifle gun shy.
Any of you gentlemen happen to be carrying a gun?
No, no, no, not me. I never touch them.
All I want's a pocket full of rocks.
Guns are for warlike people. What made you ask?
This country isn't as soft around here as this gentleman thinks.
- Did you ever hear of John Murrell? - No.
Who is he?
You mean, Murrell's guerrillas?
Sure we've heard of them.
They're a pack of murderous skunks.
Hey, you are right.
- Beautiful work, don't you think?
- Yes.
These things make me nervous.
Thank you.
This is his stamping ground.
Murrell specializes in stagecoaches.
He wouldn't dare hold up the United States mail.
I'd protest to the Post Office Department immediately.
Murrell wouldn't be after the mail.
Not with five business men like us, carrying between us maybe 15 - Or $20,000.
Yes, that's right. We would be a pretty good haul at that.
That's what I figured. Now there isn't any point in making any trouble.
If you'll hand over quickly what you have, nobody will get hurt.
Well, doggone if you'd take a man's father's watch.
Dadgum.
Quickly.
Now you.
I take it you're Mr. Murrell?
You are a smart fellow. Come on, hand over, if you please.
But that's the point. I don't please.
Don't be funny, mister. This gun has a hair trigger.
- Don't be a fool, Kerry, he might shoot. - Go on, give him the doggone money.
It won't go off.
Would you like to bet?
Oh, please, Mr. Bradford...
Why, Miss Hayne.
Such solicitude is very touching.
You were saying, sir?
I do not particularly want to shoot you, mister, but I do not mind.
If you'll look back out of the window, you will see why.
- Guerrillas. - Yes, Murrell's guerrillas.
I think I outdraw you, eh, mister?
Maybe. I've only got one pair, but that ought to be enough.
Don't reach for that.
Get them up.
I thought that little derringer of yours looked a little bit too well used to be a sample.
In any case, I didn't like your face. As a matter of fact, I still don't.
See if he's got another gun, Moose.
- Give me that stuff. - Give me that money.
- You leather-headed... - Your purse, madam.
I'll say he's in the hardware business.
Driver.
Now, Mr. Murrell you're gonna tell your little boys playtime is over and you're coming along with us.
Driver, pull up.
Now then, start talking and make it quick and fast.
Come on.
Put up your guns, boys.
This fellow, he's got the drop on me. If you shoot, he'll plug me.
You go back and don't follow. He means business.
Mr. Driver, please drive before they change their minds.
Now, Mr. Murrell, would you be kind enough to step out?
No, you'd best ride on top, we don't like your company.
- What makes you think I would?
- Hope three ain't crowding.
- Keep that on him till the next station. - I don't need this peashooter.
Keep my hands on him, you mean. All right, son.
Bess, Dolly.
Just to think, I tried to sell that ruffian life insurance.
Oh, he wasn't as tough as my last wife.
- Pardon, I didn't know you were married. - Married?
Only four times.
Five.
All insured, I hope.
Never mind.
Don't pay any attention to me. I don't know what I'm saying.
I'm all upset.
That's the tightest squeeze I was ever in in my life.
How about you, ma'am?
Don't you think the heroics were a trifle exaggerated?
Ma'am, you don't know him. You should have saw the last mess he got us out of.
Why, the night we started the dig...
You have a peculiar way of looking at things, Miss Hayne.
- What?
- Pardon me.
Try it that way. The other can be done, but it is difficult.
I was silly, wasn't I?
But I was rude. Sorry.
I deserved it.
I haven't said thank you.
- Lf you hadn't been here, Mr. Bradford... - But I had to be here.
Don't you believe in predestination?
You had to be here too, so did Murrell.
There's probably future reason for it.
Hey, Kerry.
The driver says there's a $5000 reward for this shadbelly.
That's a lot of money for buzzard-bait like him.
You have not collected yet.
Murrell's loose.
Doggone the dad-burn-it. Stuck in the creek.
All right, folks, unload and give us a push.
Ain't nothing else to do. Here's where we start playing horses.
This is a dreadful situation.
I shall most certainly write the Bureau of Rivers and Harbors about this.
All right, folks, unload and give us a push.
Oh, no. No, don't put me down.
- Don't put me here. - There you are.
Now then, you stay there.
If you behave yourself, I may come back and get you.
Hey. Watch that there rock.
That one?
I knew there was something I forgot.
Kerry, if you let me fall...
I wish you would.
I fell 10 days ago.
Hurry up, Kerry. You're too slow for a packhorse.
- Late today. - Had a rough trip.
- Any mail? - Yup.
- There you are.
- Thank you.
We won't be here long, folks, don't stray off.
- Where are we gonna stray to?
- Well, got a fair-to-middling saloon.
What about you, little man? Will you have a drink?
Moosehead, when I come out of that saloon I'd be so teetotally tight that if I live to be 108 years old I'll die with a hangover.
Go ahead, boys, have something.
I don't mind if you wanna join them.
You know, for the first time in years, I don't.
You're a strange trio.
They're so totally different from you in every way.
I've often wondered what brought you together.
Oh, just luck, like you and I.
The interesting part is, what keeps people together, don't you think?
Hello.
What were you dreaming?
Oh, about us.
Was I behaving myself?
We were climbing a mountain together and we were almost at the top.
But suddenly you stopped me as if there was something on the other side you were afraid for me to see.
There isn't, Kerry, is there?
I've been looking on the other side of mountains all my life.
- Usually, all I've got was a bumped nose. - Oh, don't tease me.
There isn't much time.
- We know so little about each other. - What do we wanna know?
You're a very charming young woman.
Well bred, obviously. Highly respectable. Me?
Well, I suppose I'm just a soldier of misfortune.
It's a very interesting combination. Anything could happen.
What do you mean, we haven't got much time?
This time tomorrow, we'll be in Virginia City.
Well you make that sound so final.
There maybe some things that you won't understand.
I only understand that we've gotta go on seeing each other and being together.
- Perhaps. - Perhaps?
Julia, is that all you've got to say?
Look, three weeks ago, I had no more idea than you where this was all going to lead.
But I know one thing now, it can't end here.
You know that too.
Yes, I do know it, Kerry.
But promise me one thing, that we won't cross bridges or ask any questions till we know what's on the other side.
- Promise?
- Promise.
This is the latest news.
"Tonight, with the fall of Vicksburg the entire Mississippi River is in the hands of the Union Army.
Sherman has destroyed Atlanta and the railroad that connects the deep South with Virginia.
The rebels are on the run, physically and financially.
Only an act of God can now prevent a great Union victory."
Virginia City, Kerry.
Yes.
Looks like they're celebrating our arrival.
Glad to be home?
Oh, yes, of course.
- Now, now, take it easy. - What you need is a good, stiff drink.
That's the best advice I've had since I've been on this trip.
This is the roughest ride I've ever had.
I'm certainly gonna write a letter to my congressman.
I would too.
Miss Julia.
Miss Julia.
Oh, Cobby. How are you, Cobby?
- I missed you, but I'm glad you're back. - Thank you.
This is Cobby, Mr. Bradford.
- How do you do, Cobby? - How do you do?
- Pleasure to meet you. - Same here.
A rival, huh? Well, I hope they're all that size.
We want every copperhead Southerner in Virginia City to see this.
And remember it because the next time we hang one of them it won't be filled with sawdust.
Driver, will you get my grip?
I'll get it for you, I know where it is.
Julia, what's the matter?
Oh, I think I'll get out.
- My home is near here. - Wait a minute.
Why, you haven't even told me your address.
We'll see each other, Kerry.
- I'm in a hurry. - You're not in that much of a hurry.
How can I show up at your home to pay my respects to your family?
I haven't any family.
Oh, sorry.
Here they are, Miss Julia, I got them both.
Well, thank you, Cobby.
Oh, just two.
I have another one on the rack. Would you get it for me, please?
Sure.
This is very interesting, Captain Bradford.
The Bureau of Military Information is unduly alarmed.
I can assure you we have the local situation well in hand.
Yes, I read your reports in Washington, sir.
But from our information the next rebel attempt to run gold might be more successful.
- They have a new leader. - So, what's his name?
I wish I knew, sir.
All we do know is that he came west from Richmond about a month ago.
By the way, where do the local Southerners gather?
Oh, no one place in particular.
The Crystal Bar, Sazerac.
Would you like an escort to show you around?
Oh, I think we can manage, thank you, sir.
You don't happen to know the Haynes family here, do you?
The Haynes family?
No, I never heard of them.
Why?
Oh, nothing. Just friends. That's funny.
I was under the impression she...
The family that is. ...lived in Virginia City.
You seem to have two problems, captain.
I should be interested to hear what you find out in either case.
You'll be among the first to know, I assure you.
- Good day, sir. - Good luck, gentlemen.
Good day, major.
Hello, Cobby.
- Mr. Vance. - Hello, Cobby, what's on your mind?
Miss Julia came in on the stage last night but she was afraid to come here, so she sent me.
But she wants you to meet her at the Sazerac tonight.
- How did she look, Cobby?
- Oh, swell.
Happy as a colt in clover.
- Thanks. That's fine.
Come on, get to work. - Yes, sir.
Hey, kid. Give us a hand here.
Measure your pourings carefully, boys, and keep those bars as uniform as possible.
Put a little more gold dust in each bag, John.
When you finish loading, nail down the false lid and start loading sacks.
Yes, sir.
Pack the flour a little harder around each bag, Mrs. Carter.
Double-bottom wagons and flour sacks, they were smart ideas.
I just hope it works.
- I guess that's the last of it. - That's all for this wagon.
One more load will take care of the rest.
Gill, 50, Picket, 45, Talbot, 70, Parrish, 85.
- How much do you figure the lot, Cameron?
- Just a shade over 5 million.
Five million into 1200 miles, that's our next problem.
- You can do it, Irby, if anybody can. - Let's hope.
Listen, everybody.
If everything goes right, we'll be able to start within 48 hours.
Pack your wagons, but keep out of sight. All of you know what's expected of you.
It'll be a hard and dangerous journey, even if we escape the Union soldiers.
And for all outward purposes we are an immigrant train headed for California with our wives and children.
Once we're out of town, the rest is up to me.
We've got to watch ourselves every minute from now on.
One slip, just one, and we're goners.
Not only for us, but for the South, remember that.
And one thing more.
When you leave here, don't go together. It might give some bright Yank an idea.
I value this about $30.
And the name is Tom...
I think you're on the wrong track, sir but I've completed the list of what you term "copperheads" or "rebels."
- Yes, sir. - Yes, sir.
And here it is:
"John Armistead, Thomas A. Marshall, Dr. Robert Cameron, Frank Gaylord."
Et cetera, et cetera. Fifteen or 20 of them.
All reputable citizens.
I see.
Thanks.
Well, my understanding is that Virginia City has mined 48 millions in gold since the war started.
The Comstock ran most of it, I know that. We've got a record of their activities.
That still leaves a considerable amount unaccounted.
Apparently the property of these men.
Your information is approximately correct.
These people have had accounts in this bank.
Have had?
Haven't they still?
No, only one or two small accounts.
Being Southerners, they were afraid of confiscation. - Yes.
- And frankly, I don't blame them.
No.
- Yes, sir. - Yes, sir.
So this gold's back in their possession, is it?
Safely hidden away until the war's over.
But they're all friends of mine, I'm not afraid. They'll bring it back.
Well, I wouldn't count too much on that if I were you, sir.
- How's that?
- I said, to your health, sir.
Oh, yes. To yours, to yours, by all means, sir.
By the way, I don't see the name of Haynes on this list.
- Haynes? - Yes, Haynes or Hayne.
I thought they might be depositors of yours.
No, never heard of them.
Sure that's the right name?
Frankly, I'm not sure of anything these days, sir.
You see some incredible mirages in the desert.
- I beg your pardon?
- I said, thanks for the information, sir.
Not at all, sir. It's been a pleasure.
Step this way, folks, to the door of rum, riches and rapture.
The one and only famous Sazerac Saloon, known from Philly to Frisco.
See the Living Lily, the only person ever framed in the Sazerac.
She inhales, she exhales.
She does everything but talk, and she is liable to do that.
Just look on the inside, folks.
See and hear the most beautiful girls that ever escaped from a female seminary.
Let's go in and mix around. Keep your eyes and ears open.
- Don't get into trouble, don't get drunk. - He don't think we'd do anything wasn't pious, does he?
- Well, I hope not.
Let's mosey over here. Something might turn up.
- Well, well, hello, stranger. - Something did.
- True enough. - How about trying your luck?
- I got a lot of luck and it's all bad. - The old guessing contest.
Pays one, two and three for one. Three winners and losers.
There she goes. Going like a boll weevil in a cotton patch.
Like taking a gal to a picnic, you don't know whether you're gonna bring her back.
We got a winner.
Just a minute, mister.
What will it be, mister?
What will you have?
What?
Oh, anything, and make it double.
- Kind of took your mind off your business?
- Yes.
What's her name?
Julie Adams.
How long has she been working here?
Three, nearly four years.
She just got back from St. Louis.
The boys certainly did miss her.
I'll bet they did.
- You're wonderful! - Hey, I'm not that good.
- Take care. Have a nice trip. - Hi, Julia.
Julia, you're a nice kid. - Fine.
When are you leaving? - Tomorrow.
- Oh, you are?
Well, good luck. - Goodbye.
- Goodbye. - You're all right.
- You're a beauty. - Thank you.
- Baby, you were marvelous. - I'm not that good.
- Come on, darling. - Raise your glass.
Good evening.
Oh, Kerry.
Well, hello.
This is a surprise.
How do you like Virginia City?
I haven't made up my mind yet. But I can see Virginia City likes you.
This is very funny.
Why didn't you tell me about it?
I didn't think it would matter so much.
At least I hoped it wouldn't.
Why, I don't know that it does. It puts quite a burden on faith, though.
Enough faith could carry it.
These people like me and respect me and they discourage those who don't.
- That's very nice arrangement. - Yes.
Tell me, would it help your percentage any if I bought you a drink?
I'm paid to be pleasant to everybody.
Everybody? Yes.
Why not?
That's right.
Why not?
Come on, let me get you a drink.
Hey, bartender.
- Kerry said for you not to get drunk. - Yeah.
Fill it up.
I wonder what she'd do if we had another drink.
Finest west of the Mississippi. Here you are, pal.
I hope you're right.
Look, Johnny.
It's a small world, isn't it?
I didn't know you for a minute, Bradford.
Maybe it's the fresh air in here.
What are you doing out here in Nevada?
Now, there's a coincidence.
I was just going to ask you the same thing.
I caught a minié ball at Cedar Creek.
Gangrene set in, so they shipped me back home.
Tough luck.
How do you feel now?
Not too bad.
You look fine.
You know, we often talk about you, my friends and I.
- Down, boys. - We just done...
That's Irby.
I'll be doggoned if it ain't.
This is a quite reunion. We can have a drink on it.
That's a good idea.
Only this time, the treat's on me.
Same thing. Oh, excuse me.
This is Captain Irby, Miss Julia... Miss...
Don't tell me, I'll have it in a minute.
That's funny, who would've thought I could've forgotten that?
- You forget easily, don't you?
- Maybe.
- How do you do, captain? - It's a pleasure, ma'am.
- Am I interrupting?
- No, not at all.
Captain Irby's an old friend. As a matter of fact, we once shared the same roof.
Any friend of Mr. Bradford is a friend of mine.
I'm glad you're joining us. You know how it is: more drinks, more percentage.
- To the belle of the Sazerac. - To you both.
Virginia City seems to be quite a Union stronghold, ma'am.
- Yes, it's red, white and blue all over. - All over?
Of course there are a few copperheads here, but they're harmless.
What do you think, Irby?
I agree with the lady.
What harm could a few Southerners do way out here?
Hey, there's a couple fellows at the end of the bar wants you to have a drink with them.
Well, if you'll excuse me.
It's been a great pleasure meeting you again, sir.
The pleasure's all mine, sir.
- Hi, fellas. - How are you?
Have a drink.
Thank you.
To you.
- Don't look, but you know who that is?
- Recognize him?
- It's Irby. - Yeah.
Of course I recognize him.
What's he doing out here?
I don't know, but I imagine he's on the same business as we are.
Where did you meet him?
He came west on the stagecoach with me from St. Louis.
Why?
He was one of my prisoners at Libby for eight months.
Stay away from him. Don't let him question you, he's a Union spy.
A pleasure to meet you, ma'am.
Thank you.
- You ain't gonna let him get away, Kerry.
- No.
He's liable to be halfway to Texas before daylight. No.
He'll be just where we want him.
Ain't that your music, Miss Julie?
Hey, that's the gal that was on the...
- You don't say? - Yeah.
Ain't it, Moose?
Sure looks like her.
It's Irby.
- Tom, John. - What's up?
I just left the Sazerac.
There's a Union spy in town named Bradford who knows me and knows why I'm here.
Has he seen you yet?
Get a word to Topp and Parrish and warn the others. I'll see Dr. Cameron.
Hurry and get the lid down.
Load this wagon.
- Good evening. - Good evening.
What can I do for you?
Working late for a blacksmith, aren't you?
Yep.
Can I do anything for you?
Somebody came in the shop.
It's Bradford, 10-to-1. No.
Pile this stuff in the wagons.
Drive them to Box Canyon, tell the first three parties to go there and wait.
- Are you going there now?
- I'm going to re-enter the shop.
That may stall them until we can clear this room.
There's something going on here that don't meet the eye.
Looking for something?
Where's the man that just went in there?
What man?
Ain't nobody been in here but you.
- You're lying. - Hold on, young fella.
I ain't used to being talked to that way.
Sounds like a bunch of church bells.
Hey, quit that pounding, will you?
I'd have bet my doggone life he'd come in here.
- Which one of you is Gaylord? - Me.
Why?
Do you know a man named Irby?
Were you looking for me?
Yes, among other things.
Well, if I can help you in any way.
You have already.
I'm afraid I don't...
Oh, yes, I remember now.
We once made an appointment, didn't we?
Well, gentlemen, I'm still at your service.
Yes, but I don't want you alone, Irby.
I knew as soon as you left, you'd come to your friends.
You're the leader of these men. You can surrender or watch us pull this place apart.
- I don't know what you're talking about...
I want you, your friends and that gold you came here for.
- Have you any idea what he means?
- Search me, mister.
That's just what I'm gonna do.
- Moose, Marble.
- Yeah?
- Are you all right? - Yeah.
Dadgum right, I'm all right.
Come over here.
I think I've got something.
Well, I'll be doggoned.
Well, Mr. Irby.
Moose, go as quickly as you can to Drewery.
Tell him to block every street corner and passage with mounted troops.
What we need now is action, Kerry.
Sit down, Vance. What's the matter?
- It looks like we're up against a stone wall. - What's happened?
They got the city patrolled and every street blocked.
Have they caught any of us?
Marshall, Gill, Pickett, Topp and Parrish. About 15 others caught and threatened.
You may be next. That's why I came here to warn you to burn our maps now, quick.
All right.
What about the gold?
It's in the wagons and they're safe.
For a few hours anyway.
Burn these, will you?
I'll get the rest.
What are your plans?
I don't know yet. They may get me, but that isn't important.
The thing is, how to get this gold out of town past those guards.
Wait in there.
Here, take my coat.
All right. I'm coming.
Are you Doc Cameron? Yes.
What do you want?
Anybody else in here?
Yes, a patient. I'm busy.
That can wait.
Oh, Murrell.
You should remember, doctor it is not the first time I am here.
Whoever you got in that other room, tell him to come out.
- Oh, what is it, doctor?
- Well, it looks as if he's been...
Nothing.
Don't worry.
It's just to fix my arm.
Why do we wait? Do something for me, quick.
All right.
Bring him in here.
Will you help, Vance?
Marshall, Robert Gill, Cameron...
All right, you two take Dr. Cameron. I'll see Armistead.
That, I think, just about takes care of every Southerner here.
All right.
Hey, look out, doc. You hurt a little bit I don't care.
Next time you get a bullet wound, better not try to cauterize it with gunpowder.
It worked pretty good for a snake bite.
Then it should've worked for you but it didn't.
It's a good joke, huh?
You.
You know me, who I am?
Yes, I know you, Murrell. You used to be in Morgan's cavalry.
You've got a gang together now, not far away from here.
I hope you are not thinking about collecting this reward.
No, I'm thinking of one you can collect.
You, see who is there.
If he's smart man, get rid of him.
Get over there, you.
Are you Doc Cameron?
Yes. Why?
Anything wrong?
We can't tell from here. Who you got in there?
A patient with a smashed shoulder.
If you've got any business, it'll have to wait. This man can't.
Just a second, doc.
- Can't we take a look?
- What for?
Gosh, I ain't never seen a operation before.
What do you fools think this is? A sideshow?
Maybe a man who's bleeding to death doesn't mean much to you but he does to me.
- Just a second, doc.
There ain't no cause for you to go and getting all riled up.
You'll got yourself so excited, you'll cut him up the wrong way.
I had the measles once.
You don't operate on no measles, you big lummox.
Thank you, doc. That was nice work.
You lie almost so good like me, huh?
But nobody knows I am in Virginia City. Who are they looking for?
They're looking for me, Murrell.
- For you?
- Yeah.
We are in the same boat, huh?
And maybe we can pull together.
Maybe. What you mean?
I'll give you $ 10,000 to do a job for me.
What kind of job?
Listen, here's what I want you to do.
On the west side of the city is the Union garrison...
Oh, you.
Well, did you come back to tell me how much you liked the act?
No, I came back to ask you if you'd forgive me for...
For being disappointed in me?
Well, I suppose you couldn't help it.
No, it wasn't that.
But it was such a surprise seeing you up there.
If things had been the other way around, you'd...
I couldn't imagine you out there dancing the cancan.
That's a funny thought.
I'd probably get mixed up in my skirts.
- You know what I mean, though, don't you?
- Yes, I know.
But you see, Kerry, no matter how much a man's in love he really wonders whether the woman's quite good enough for him or not.
But when a woman's in love, well, she's just in love and that's the end of it.
You see, if you'd told me everything at first, I...
Have you told me everything?
No, I haven't. You're right.
I just made a silly fool of myself. I'm sorry.
Will you forgive me?
I forgave you a long time ago.
Maybe...
Maybe I even wanted you to care that much.
That's all I wanted to know.
In case anything should happen to me, I just wanted to be sure of that.
You're in some kind of danger, aren't you, Kerry?
Well, Virginia City's a dangerous place.
Besides, there's a war on and...
Yes, there's a war on.
- Could I see you for a moment, sir?
- Yes.
Excuse me.
What is it?
Someone reported they saw Irby around the rear door of the Sazerac a half-hour ago.
Good, we'll take a look around. Wait here.
- I'll be right with you. - Yes, sir.
Is that why you came here?
I can't tell you about it now, darling.
But I want you to know this, I do love you and that's the most important thing in the world.
Remember that always, will you?
Close that door.
Vance.
Lock it.
Why did you risk coming here?
Bradford's downstairs now looking for you.
Yes, I saw him.
He found the hideout.
Every street leading out of town is blocked with soldiers but we're going tomorrow night and the gold is going with us.
But how can we?
Remember Murrell, the outlaw?
I made a deal with him.
His gang is camped a few miles from here.
Between 2 and 3 tomorrow night, they'll attack the garrison.
That'll draw every soldier out of Virginia City.
When they arrive, we slip out of town with the four wagons.
The others will be up in Box Canyon waiting for us.
Waiting for us?
But you can't stay here now, Julia.
Or would you rather stay?
Why, I have nothing to stay for, Vance.
Of course I'm going with you.
There's just one other thing left to be done, Julia but it's the most important, and you are the only one who can do it.
What is it, Vance?
Get in touch with Bradford, tell him you know where I'm hiding and send him to me.
Send him to you?
What for?
He's the one man in Virginia City who could stop us.
The moment he saw us start, he'd arouse a posse to grab us and the gold.
The only way to stop that is to grab him first.
What are you going to do with him, Vance?
I don't know yet.
You're going to kill him, aren't you?
Of course you are.
You couldn't afford to leave him here alive, he knows too much about us.
So I must lead him quietly and unsuspecting to his death because I'm a woman.
That's something only a woman could do.
Why, all of this was your idea, Julia. Taking the gold from here.
Remember the look on Jefferson Davis' face when he said:
"We are very proud of you and deeply grateful"?
I remember.
"And the hopes of 10 million of us will be riding with you."
I remember.
That's why your decision right now is so important.
Oh, but why must I be the one, Vance?
Can't you see this is murder?
It's even worse than murder, Kerry trusts me.
And what about those who are trusting us?
When these people leave with their children they're turning their backs on their homes.
Some of them are facing death and they know it, but not one hesitates.
Yes.
I know what this means to you, Julia but there's no alternative, you are the only one who can do it.
What shall I tell him?
Now, listen...
All right, we'll spread out from here.
Moose, you take the north section.
You men check everything up that way.
Come on, Marble, we'll look around here.
By golly. Ain't a man got time to get a little grog around here?
You're groggy enough, partner. Wait here.
How do you do?
I understand this is a boarding house, is that correct?
- We're filled up. - Well, thanks.
I wasn't looking for a room I was looking for a boarder.
Mind telling me who your guests are?
That's their business. I never ask them.
- Well, would you mind if I looked around?
- You can take a look at this.
I'll have no yellow-livered Yankee in my house unless it's a dead one.
And I got a twitchy finger, so get.
Well, do you still want to argue?
No, ma'am. I never argue with women.
And certainly not a woman with a gun.
I'd do something for that twitchy finger if I were you it even makes me nervous.
Good day.
So the Union forces retreat, huh?
Yes, sir. The third battle of Bull Run.
Hey, come back here, you little ragamuffin.
Here he is, sergeant.
Let me go.
- Answer my questions and I'll let you go. - I can't tell you anything.
You know every rebel in town, you run errands for them.
Where's Irby?
- I don't know and I wouldn't tell if I did.
- I'll wail that tar out if you don't talk. - Go ahead, you're big enough.
Hold on, sergeant. Let the kid alone.
- Yes, but... - I said, let him alone.
Come on, partner.
We're not fishing for Southerners your size.
Yeah, well, I was fishing for you.
- Miss Julia sent me to find you. - She did?
- What are you fellas butting in for?
- What?
If I had my way, I'd whip that little copperhead until he couldn't stand up.
If you don't find her on the stage, you'll find her in her dressing room.
I see.
- Thanks.
Here's something for your trouble. - No, thanks, I don't want it.
Hey, you don't like Yankees much, do you?
No, I don't.
Well, I think I know how you feel.
When I was a boy in Ireland, I felt the same way about Englishmen.
But you can change.
Well, thanks all the same.
So long.
Come in.
- Darling, did you send for me?
- Yes.
- The boy said it was urgent. - It is.
Come over here, Kerry, and sit down by me.
What is it?
Oh, I'm worried about you.
Half of Virginia City knows who you are and why you're here.
Why didn't you tell me?
Well, it's part of my job not to talk too much.
- I would have told you at the right time. - Oh, there'll never be a right time.
I know these Southern people, I've lived among them.
They'll kill you before they'd give up their gold.
You can hardly blame them for trying.
But they're gonna have to improve their aim first.
You mustn't go on with the search.
Please.
For my sake.
But I must go on with it. This job's gotta be finished.
But what can you, one man, hope to accomplish against hundreds?
You can't stop them, Kerry, the whole Union Army can't stop them.
I love you, darling.
I'm so afraid for you.
I love you too, Julia.
But I won't run out and leave them a clear field here.
I couldn't do it. Don't you see?
This means too much to too many people.
Does it mean more than...?
Than you and me?
It's the only thing that does.
All right, if that's your decision.
I'm sorry, darling.
I want to help you.
I can tell you where to find their leader.
- Who? Irby?
- Yes.
He's in love with one of the girls here. She saw him less than an hour ago.
- Where is she?
Where can I talk to her?
- She'd be afraid to talk to you.
She said that Irby's ready to make a deal, give himself up tonight if you come alone.
- Then he must know he's beaten. - Yes.
Where is he?
There will be someone here tonight to take you to him.
I see.
How do you know you can trust that girl?
She wouldn't lie to me.
She knows I love you and what your life means to me.
Darling, that's enough for me.
Goodbye.
Tell Carson City to watch the south road, stop all travelers, hold for identification...
- What happened?
- It's a raid. About 50 of them.
- We don't know who they are. - Looks like Murrell and his men.
Close the gates, mount the parapets, a hundred rounds to each man.
We only have a skeleton force, the rest are on patrol.
Burke, go and get them, bring them back as fast as you can.
Lieutenant, assemble what men we have.
We'll hold them off until the reinforcements come.
Wayne...
- There it is. - Oh, wait a minute.
Well, what are you two bloodhounds trailing me around for?
We wasn't trailing you.
We was kind of moseying around sort of accidental like and here we are.
- I don't need you, get out of here. - We thought it would...
- Sure. You know, just in case... - Oh.
All right, wait here. I'll be back in 15 minutes.
Here it is, sir.
The door's unlocked, he's in there waiting for you.
Oh, thanks.
Irby?
- You alone, Bradford?
- Yes.
I got your message.
What is it you want?
There isn't much I can expect, is there?
Not much more than you gave me in Libby Prison.
So now you're gonna collect for that tunnel?
I'm gonna have to collect much more than that, Irby.
There can be no deal before you, your friends and their gold have been put safely away until this war's over.
Even then I can't guarantee that they won't hang you as a spy.
You Yanks always did drive a hard bargain.
But this time I have an idea we're going to trade on my terms.
Really?
What might they be?
I prefer your company to your life, captain.
I had quite an argument about that with my friends, but I finally won out.
Don't move your hands and turn slowly.
I hated to do it this way, but you had to know sometime and tonight you moved a little too fast for us.
You're going back home with us, an escaped prisoner of the Confederacy back to Libby to lower-west and the sentence you ran away from.
I see.
Well, this was a very clever little trap.
Some consolation to think I'm not the first man who was ever fooled by a woman.
But you haven't got a chance of getting out of this town, Irby.
There's a squad of cavalry on every corner and they'd shoot you down on sight.
I only came here to give you a chance.
I took my chance and we won't have to wait much longer.
Fall in. Column of twos.
Back to the garrison.
Tie him up, we gotta move fast.
Bring him along.
Where do you suppose they're off to?
Hey, ain't them 15 minutes about up?
- They sure are. - Well...
- Kerry! - Hey, Kerry!
- Kerry! - Hey!
It's locked.
Kerry.
- Kerry. Hey, Kerry. - Kerry.
- Kerr... - Well, he ain't here.
You don't reckon that sawbones operated on Kerry, do you?
What are you talking about?
Boys, we're ready.
Wagons, forward!
Watch your wheels, boys, sandy territory ahead.
Bradford, I'll make a bargain with you.
From now on, it's gonna be a rough trail and hard riding.
If you give me your word you won't escape, I'll untie you.
Well, thanks, Irby.
I think we'd better leave things the way they are.
I don't wanna make a promise that I might not be able to keep.
Suit yourself.
Kerry.
I'm sorry this had to happen.
Sorry? What for?
Everything turned out the way you planned it, didn't it?
It was the last thing in the world I wanted to do.
Well, you're the only one in the world who could have done it.
Boy, if your smeller can pick out a wagon track on them rocks you ought to have been born a bloodhound.
Shucks, I can trace a fly across that dirty neck of yours.
Look.
Come here.
Well, them sure ain't rabbit tracks.
Be dadgummed if them ain't wheel tracks.
Yes, sir, and that's the way we're heading.
- Well, I don't know. - Well, I do know.
This way of passing, they must be ahead of us.
What makes you so confounded certain he's with that outfit?
If he ain't with them, he's after them.
Did you know Kerry to turn aside from something he started after?
No, but you...
Marblehead, I only made one mistake in my life and that was when I started letting you follow after me.
- Come on. - Well, let's get to riding.
Wagons, ho.
Nice work, Murrell.
- Did you lose any men?
- Oh, maybe five or six.
Big party you got here.
Yeah.
Here it is, Murrell.
All ready for you.
Pretty big price you pay to get this wagon train out of Virginia City.
Not when you're anxious to get home.
- Which way you heading?
- Due south.
Yeah, that's the best way. Better you cut west this side of Las Vegas.
Then you miss the Union outpost at Mormon Station.
You cross the Colorado River at...
Yeah.
Just like I said you cross the river at Sloan's Ferry.
Maybe you like I ride a little ways with you, huh?
- No, thanks. - Well, good luck.
Maybe I see you sometime.
That was a good tip about circling Mormon Station.
A little too good.
But we're taking no chances with Mr. Murrell.
Wagons, forward.
Sergeant, wagon train coming.
If only our luck holds out.
Marshall, you and Armistead ride back and tell the boys to act natural and keep Bradford out of sight.
Pull up.
Pull up, everybody.
Hello, sergeant.
- Hi. - Pull up, everybody.
Hold back, boys. Hold back.
Where'd you folks come from?
All the way from Kansas, heading for California.
Is this the right road?
It might be.
What do you got in that wagon?
Oh, some grub, a few pieces of furniture and a lot of tired people.
Well, you got a long pull ahead of you.
You'll find some mighty dry country.
Excuse me, folks.
- And that one?
- Same as the rest, we're settlers.
You're welcome to look, but I assure you there's nothing there to interest the Army.
All right, go ahead.
Thanks, sergeant.
Wagons, forward!
Hold on a minute.
- Pull up, you men. - Hold those wagons.
Any trouble, sergeant?
What makes these wagons sink so deep? You ain't declared that hefty a load.
Why, it's the wagon itself. Besides, your country's pretty sandy.
Maybe, but I'm gonna have a look just the same.
All right, everybody, get out of those wagons.
Come on, you too. We're unloading everything.
Come on, get moving. Get those wagons out.
He can't get far. Come on.
Cobby.
That's the last of him.
Go back to the wagons and keep rolling.
- Mormon Station, sir. - Yeah?
"Gold train passed through here after killing guard.
Send force immediately equipped for long..."
Well?
Something's happened, sir.
Push them hands up and reach for the roof.
Doggone it.
Say, you're sure getting so you play rough. You knowed that was me.
- What do you mean trying to scare us?
- Well, I'm sorry, fellas.
I had no idea it was you until you fell on your faces.
Well, that's a fine welcome.
It would have served you right if I'd plugged you.
Where have you been?
- What took you so long?
- We been following...
What do you mean wandering around like a couple of strays?
Do I have to put bells on you to find out where you are?
- Well, I... - Be quiet.
I can't depend on you any longer, I can see that.
Serve you right if I knocked your bone-heads together.
- Oh, Kerry, it sure is good to see you. - You bet.
My, how you two have grown.
- How'd you find me?
- We got a couple of good smellers.
- I'll say you have. - We followed your trail.
What's this?
Somebody's been cutting up around here.
That's the gold train.
- Boy, I'm sure glad you're all together. - I'm only just.
It's coming through now, sir.
"Will wait here for you.
Captain Bradford."
- Order the assembly. - Yes, sir.
Intelligence Department.
Bradford.
- You drivers all set?
- We're all ready.
After you cross the river, turn toward Mojave City.
Should make fast time with these wagons, but be sure and leave a clear trail.
Good luck, boys. Now, get going.
Hurry, we gotta catch those wagons before they leave the river.
Right, Vance. All right, folks, we're moving.
If we move the boy another mile, it might kill him.
If we don't move on, it may be all of us.
Won't you let us rest here today, Vance, for a few hours?
We can't chance it, Julia.
Sorry, Cobby, we can't stand by and let you rest.
I'll be all right.
Just keep on moving, Vance.
All right, we'll put him in the wagon.
Murrell said there was nothing to worry about after Sloan's Crossing.
I said I don't trust Murrell. I'm dividing the train.
We don't know who's behind us or how close, so let's hurry.
All right, Vance.
All right, keep your wagons close together till we get to the middle of the river.
- This is evidently where they camped. - Dad-burned if it ain't.
There are the tracks where they crossed the river.
We'll pick them up on the other side.
There's where they went out.
And they headed due south.
It couldn't be plainer if they'd left a map.
That's just it, sir. How far can you trust that map?
They knew they were being followed.
Be the easiest thing in the world to cover those tracks up.
- Lf you want my opinion... - I'd ask for it.
You saw the trail where they went in.
And this is where they went out.
I should think even an Intelligence officer would see that.
Forward, ho.
Julia, how much farther do we have to go?
Not far, Cobby.
We're almost there.
Shh. Don't try to talk.
You go back to sleep.
My stomach.
Wagons ahead, sir.
There are only four wagons, you told me there were 10.
There are still 10.
There ain't nothing in this one. It's emptier than his head.
Doggone, thunderation.
Major, the confounding stuff sure ain't in there.
Bradford, if this idea of yours turns out to be a wild-goose chase...
These wagons are just decoys, sir.
They purposely led us off the trail.
Loaded the gold into the other six they must be ahead of us, either south or southeast.
Well, how about the north and the west? We haven't tried them yet.
Since we don't seem to agree I wonder if you'd mind if I took men and followed my hunch?
You could divide the rest up into patrols and spread out.
- We could rendezvous at Sloan's Crossing. - Well, all right.
But I hope your hunch turns out to be a good one, for your sake.
Thank you, sir. I do too.
Walton and five men, join Captain Bradford.
Lieutenant, call the troops.
Circle in.
We're camping here.
Circle in.
His pulse is very weak.
Let me.
He needs fresh water, Vance.
So do the rest of us.
We'll make the water hole tomorrow if we're lucky.
There's the river. Water.
This is the river we hoped for.
Mud.
How far to the next stream, Vance?
If this one's dry, they all are.
We mustn't let the others know.
Means too much to them.
We'll tell them it's a mistake, that this isn't the place.
We haven't reached it yet.
You go back to the wagons, John, and tell them.
Come on.
Go back to your wagons, men.
There's been a mistake.
I'm afraid we'll have to go further on.
I want to talk. I know what you've been going through.
It's worse for you than the rest. You've got the responsibility of all these people.
I've got a job to do.
I know.
They've been through so much already, all of them.
Julia, you don't regret anything, do you?
Regret?
- What do you mean?
- You've changed.
You've been different ever since...
Tell me, what's on your mind?
Oh, it's just these people, they can't go on.
- We can't make them, Vance, it's inhuman.
- War is inhuman, Julia.
We're going on, just as long as we have the strength to go on.
How many days will that be without food and water?
Two, maybe three?
There's nothing but desert between here and Texas.
That doesn't matter.
We're just a few. Thousands will suffer if we fail.
We gotta get through.
Come on, Julia, we're moving.
Come on.
"Cobby Gill, age 11."
It must have been pretty tough for him.
For one of them, especially.
You sure was right about that gold train, Kerry.
That's the way they're headed, all right.
Walton, Brown.
- Yes, sir. - Ride back to Major Drewery's camp.
- Tell him to follow us as quickly as he can. - Yes, sir.
They started out with 10 wagons, now they only have four.
Whatever money they got is in those four, that's a cinch.
I figured we'd run onto them about here.
You figured?
Didn't I tell you?
Yes, I've often wondered what I'd do without you two.
You see?
Who's that?
Dismount.
I'll be doggoned.
Take these horses and keep them out of sight.
Tarnation.
That bunch is all tired. Wore out.
Maybe we give them little surprise, huh?
The rest of you stay here and keep them covered.
Bed down your horses and start your fires.
Watch the children.
Hold on, Murrell.
- Hello. - What do you want here?
I have some business to talk with Irby.
He's finished his business with you.
Maybe he thinks so, but not me.
For the fine service I have given him, two little bags of gold is not enough.
You named your price and we paid it.
Now, get out of here.
I think maybe you tell Irby I want to talk with him, huh?
It's Murrell.
Doggone, tarnation.
It's the Yank, Bradford.
Hold your fire, men.
Let them come in.
Don't shoot at them.
Hold your fire.
- Thanks, Irby. - Forget it.
This turned into a pretty good fracas.
How'd you learn to wing-shoot?
In Afghanistan, the kids do it.
- How much ammunition have you got?
- Plenty.
Vance!
- Oh, Vance. - Let's get his shirt open.
Yes.
That's a bad one. Dr. Cameron?
- Bradford? - Yes.
You take command, will you?
- Right.
Don't worry. - Yes.
Get him comfortable, doctor.
- We'll get him on a cot. - Vance.
- That's right. - Julia.
Come over here. Follow me, quick.
Come on.
Now, line up shoulder to shoulder. Now, hold your fire.
And when they get close, let them have a little volley.
All right.
If I ever get my hands on that cow-hided Murrell again I'll make him squall like a mashed cat.
Once more.
Now, we hold off until daylight.
And when the sun comes up, we finish off this wagon train pretty quick.
Better build that barricade higher.
Get a little sleep if you can, Vance.
Thanks, doc.
Too bad, Irby.
I'm sorry.
I was hoping you'd come.
What's our chance of holding out?
Not much, frankly.
As soon as daylight comes they'll be down on us again.
Our only hope's Drewery.
When?
Tomorrow, maybe. Maybe not for days.
About the gold...
It's cost us so much.
If any of us gets through I'd like it to do some good.
So would I, but that's not up to me.
What happens to the gold, that's out of my hands.
No, it isn't.
It was your job to get us and you did it.
Anyway, the South can't win now, but the gold still belongs to our people.
After the war, they'll need it to help thousands like them throughout the South.
I thought because of Julia, you might...
I told you, whatever happens to the gold is not up to me.
I promise you one thing, though.
Murrell won't get it.
But if Drewery...
That's all I can promise.
Where is it?
Under the floorboards of the wagons.
Right.
Too bad you and I had to be on opposite sides of the fence in this.
I think we might have been friends.
Thanks.
Marble.
Moose.
How is he?
How's Irby?
Oh, he's pretty bad, poor fella.
I don't think he'll make it.
- He told me where the gold is. - Where?
- Under the floorboards of the wagons. - Well, I'll be.
Look, get every able-bodied men in camp.
Get all of that gold into the first wagon there.
And speed it up, we've only got two hours till dawn.
Boys, come on.
You two men go with them.
- Dr. Cameron? - Yes, what is it?
- How much gunpowder have we got?
- Kegs of it.
Get out two kegs and a length of fuse.
- What are you trying to do?
- We're moving the gold.
What for?
What are you gonna do with it?
I haven't time for explanations now.
So you're taking the gold and running out on us?
- I'm afraid I misjudged you, Bradford. - Did you?
Well, look, doctor, you take care of the wounded and I'll worry about the rest, huh?
Come on. Here, hitch this horse up.
- Who told you where the gold was?
- Irby.
- You'd better go to him, Julia. - Vance wouldn't trust you.
You've tricked him and now you plan to use us to take what's still ours.
Oh, I'd rather Murrell got it than the North.
I don't use those people who trust me.
In any case, this time tomorrow none of us will care who has the gold or where it is because we probably won't be alive.
There'll be a certain rough justice about that.
What do you know about justice?
What do you know...?
I'm sorry we don't understand each other, Julia.
- Come on. - We're all loaded, Kerry.
All right, Marble, you take the lines.
Now, the rest of you men, get on those wheels and start the load rolling.
Don't let her sink in the sand. Come on.
Bring the wagon nearer, close under that ledge as possible.
Now, unhitch the horses and get them out of there.
Right, one more keg.
Now, the fuse.
There it is.
Come on.
Doggone scissor-bills, here they come again. Thicker than hair on a dog's back.
I got him for you, Yank.
Father.
Father.
You dirty rat.
I'll kill you. I'll kill you.
They killed him. They killed him.
Think it's gonna rain?
It always does.
Here. Hold this.
Follow me...
They ain't shooting. Watch them fall.
Vance.
How many men did you lose?
What you see here is all that's left, sir.
Is the gold safe?
Well, where is it?
Let's have a look at it.
There isn't any gold.
Is this your idea of a joke, Bradford?
Answer my question.
Have you searched the wagons?
I told you, sir, there isn't any gold.
Why, that's absurd.
Do you think I followed you hundreds of miles to believe this lie?
What have you done with it?
Who are you holding it for?
Just a minute, Bradford.
Yes, sir.
You're under arrest.
Get your belongings together, we're taking you back to Virginia City.
It is the verdict of this court martial that you seized and withheld contraband of war for private reasons and are therefore guilty of high treason.
Before final sentence is passed is there anything else you wish to say in your defense?
Yes, sir, there is something I'd like to add.
It's true I took the gold and I'm the only one responsible for taking it but not for the reasons the court infers.
The court is willing to consider any reason consistent with your obligations as a soldier.
There are some things that aren't covered by the military code, sir.
This was one of them.
You came here, not as a private citizen but as an officer with an official duty to perform.
And I performed it, to the best of my ability.
My job was to see that the gold didn't reach the South.
I knew that if it did, it'd prolong the war.
The gold did not reach the South.
That was not enough.
It was also your duty to hand it over as contraband to your government.
That's true, sir.
I had a choice to make a choice between doing my duty as a soldier or as a man.
Well, I made that choice.
I couldn't very well have done anything else after I saw what those people went through for a cause they believed to be right.
And what has this to do with you?
Their leader hoped that someday that gold would still return to the South where it belonged, to help them rebuild their homes and restore some of their pride.
Continue.
I don't think I can explain it any better than that, sir.
Except that I believe I'm doing the right thing.
That's why I refused to deliver the gold.
That's why I still refuse.
Captain Bradford, that's your final decision?
Yes, it is, sir.
It is the sentence of this court martial that you shall be executed on the morning of April the 9th, 1865 in the usual manner at the usual time prescribed by regulations.
I... I can't tell you...
I've no words to...
Oh, I'm so deeply grateful for this audience.
I know how busy you are, Mr. President.
I was afraid you wouldn't see me, because I'm a Virginian.
Why, I've got a lot of friends down south, Miss Hayne and more relatives in Virginia than a Blue Ridge rabbit.
I've sort of missed them these last four years.
Mr. President, the execution is set for tomorrow.
That's less than six hours in Nevada.
I've been studying the minutes of the court martial, Miss Hayne.
According to military code, there's no question of Bradford's guilt.
I know that, I heard them say so.
I was there.
Oh, but I beg you, Mr. President judge him as a man and not by military code.
He mustn't...
He can't be killed.
I'm not a military man, my child.
He won't be killed.
Thank God that the killing is over.
Your General Lee is meeting our General Grant tomorrow at a place called Appomattox Court House to discuss the terms of peace.
Then we've lost?
Not lost, found.
They're coming back, back in the Union.
Miss Hayne, you came over 2000 miles to save the life of a man who was once your enemy.
I think, very likely, you're in love with him.
Well, to me, you two are symbols of what I hope we can do for our country.
Mr. Lincoln, I didn't know you were like this.
I want to tell them in Virginia, everywhere.
Yes, tell them we're not enemies, but friends.
That in my heart and in thousands like mine throughout America there is no spirit of revenge in our victory.
There must be no harbor of hatred in their defeat.
Tell them we are now one people, united by blood and fire.
And that from this day forward, our destiny is indivisible.
With malice toward none, with charity for all.
With firmness in the right as God gives us to see the right.
Let us now strive to bind up the nation's wounds.
To do all which may achieve and cherish a just and lasting peace... ... among ourselves and with all nations.
- Juanillo? - Yes, Mother?
- Go to sleep. - Yes, Mother.
- Thank you. Thank you, amigos. - The miracles you performed this afternoon—
I, Curro, tell you you didn't need your sword.
You killed that bull with your cape.
Curro, these women kill more often than the bulls.
- Garabato, where did you get this scar? - Oh, this one?
I got that in, uh— in Bilbao.
Tell me something. Is it true your body is covered all over like a map?
Well, gachi, during the 19 years I've exercised my profession...
I've killed 2,912 bulls...
And I've been gored 67 times.
With my hand on my heart, I, Curro... declare all nations of the Earth should come and admire toreros like Garabato.
They may have ships, they may have gold... but they have no man like this.
I, Curro, tell you this man... is greater than Frascuelo or Mazzantini or Lagartijo!
Oh, come now, Curro. Not greater than Lagartijo.
Yes! By the life of the blue dove, even greater than Lagartijo.
- But not greater than Gallardo! - The boy's right.
- Gallardo was a great killer of bulls. - You mean a butcher.
He belonged to the slaughterhouse, not to the bull ring.
- I spit in your milk! - With his cape and muleta, Gallardo was phenomenal.
Ah, no. Garabato is the best bullfighter in the world.
- Gallardo was the greatest torero of all time! - Torero?
Who called that perro a torero? I knew that mamarracho.
I was there the day he was killed. He trembled like a leaf.
He had cats in his belly.
Señor Toro.
¡Ajá, toro!
¡Ajá! ¡: Toro!
¡: Toro! ¡Ajá!
¡Ajá, toro! ¡Ajá! ¡Ajá!
¡Ajá! ¡Toro! ¡Ajá!
Toro! Toro! Ajá, toro.
Ajá. Toro!
Ajá. ¡Ajá, toro!
¡Ajá! ¡Ajá!
Olé! Olé! Superb!
Juanillo! Come here, you rascal!
- Are you hurt?
- No!
It was only a caress, nothing more.
And this time I mean it. Trespassing.
Spoiling our best bulls. Criminal entry.
Tonight you can sleep in the barn, but tomorrow morning...
I'm going to turn you over to the police.
Tell me, muchacho, how did you feel when you were fighting that bull?
Sort of gay. Very gay.
That's the way I always feel when I fight a bull.
Where did you learn that cape work?
He's been coming here like this ever since he was that high.
- More of a pest than the fly that plagued the cattle. - You weren't afraid?
Afraid?
Excelencia, I was born under a good shadow with a cape in my hands.
- That bicho couldn't hurt me. - ¿Bicho?
Do you know that animal's a Miura?
They're only like any others. My father killed scores of Miura bulls.
The boy's name is Gallardo.
Gallardo.
So, that's where you got it.
- You knew my father?
- Quite well.
- Was he a good torero?
- One of the best.
- Ah.
- I was there at Cordoba... the day your father was killed by a Miura bull... probably the great-grandfather of the bull that almost killed you a while ago.
There's always been a great feud between the Gallardo men and the Miura bulls.
They've been killing each other for generations.
My father said that's what they're made for.
When I get to be a matador, my first formal bull will be a Miura.
Excelencia, someday, I'll make the church bells ring.
There, now. When they hang you, at least you'll be dressed properly.
- Gracias, señor. - I came here to see bulls.
And instead, I saw a bullfighter... and I must say he is an original.
Maestro, I'm your unconditional admirer.
Oh, thank you, excelencia.
Everybody in Spain is the unconditional admirer of Don Jose Alvarez.
When you become a matador... perhaps you'll let me be your impresario.
- My hand on it. - Be sure I'm fully conscious of the honor. Good evening.
I'm off, Pedro.
God give you a good night, excelencia.
Hola! Hola!
- Carmencita, I'm sorry to wake you like this. - You didn't wake me.
- I've been up for hours. - You have?
You should've seen me fight a big, enormous bull. The biggest.
I did see you. I was afraid the bull might kill you.
How many times have I told you?
I can dominate any bull.
- Don't you believe me?
- Yes, but—
Listen. I've gotta tell you before your father gets back.
I didn't come here tonight just to fight a bull. I wanted to see you and say good-bye.
I'm going to Madrid.
- M-Madrid? When?
- First thing in the morning.
- Alone? - No. The others are going with me.
The whole cuadrilla— Manolo, Sebastian, Luis and Pablo.
- What are you going for?
- You can't be a bullfighter unless you go to Madrid.
I'm running away. It's a good thing too. I'm in trouble.
Every policía in town is looking for me right now.
I killed a man.
Juanillo!
At La Veronica tonight. A great big fat goat insulted my father's name.
Said he had cats in his belly.
- So I killed him. - When will you come back from Madrid?
When I'm the greatest torero in the world.
Then and only then.
- Will you wait for me? - How long?
How long will you wait?
Forever.
You won't have to wait that long, I promise you.
When I come back, I'll be rich and famous with my name in the papers.
And whatever I have, I'll—
And whatever I have, I'll lay at your feet... and we'll be married in the church of San Gil if you're willing.
I'm willing.
Here comes your father.
- Good-bye, Carmencita. - Good-bye, Juanillo.
- Olé, Encarnación. - Granuja. Scum!
Mother's looking for you. You're going to get it.
- Get what, Sister?
- Another broomstick broken over your head.
I don't mind that. I've even brought my own broomstick.
Your mother and your sister work their hands to the bone... while you go off to play with bulls.
Not play with them, Encarnación— fight them.
I wish one of them would kill you. Then we wouldn't have to feed you anymore.
The bull that can kill me hasn't been born yet.
- Where did you go last night?
- To practice, Mother.
One doesn't have to practice for death.
You promised you wouldn't go to the ranch anymore!
You knew I couldn't keep my promise.
Aren't you going to beat me?
I'm tired of beating you.
Where did you steal those clothes?
I didn't steal them. I got them from Pedro Espinosa.
And who do you suppose I met there?
Don Jose Alvarez.
He saw me fight a bull, an enormous bull.
He said he was my unconditional admirer.
He wants to be my manager when I get to be a matador.
I hope I never see the day.
I've made up my mind.
I'm not gonna starve... for the rest of my life on gazpacho and rotten codfish.
And Encarnación— how about her?
How could she get a husband unless I make money for her dowry? And you—
I don't wanna see you for the rest of your life on your knees scrubbing floors.
That's what your father said too.
And here I am... on my knees.
Oh, you.
You're your father come back to plague me again.
He died once, and I died a thousand times.
Every time he went into the ring.
And now you— you want me to die a thousand times more.
Madre, I've hurt you a lot... and maybe I'll hurt you some more.
If I do, please forgive me.
And maybe someday you'll be proud of me.
Good-bye, Madrecita.
- Come on. You turn too quick. - He's no good today.
Come on. Just a little more speed there in your run.
- He has no grace. - Hola, amigos.
- We got something. - Yeah, a surprise.
- I got it. - Come over here.
- You'd never guess what it is.
- What is it?
- A surprise. - A horse!
Yes. I got to thinking.
Madrid's 600 kilometers from here.
- I found the horse standing near the road, and I thought— - Good idea, Manolo.
- Wait. That's my horse. - Who's the leader of this cuadrilla?
You may call yourself the leader, but I'm going to ride the horse.
How's it going to look for a matador to walk while one of his men rides a horse?
I'm going to be a matador too.
We might as well agree on one thing before we start.
There's only one matador in this cuadrilla, and his name is Juan Gallardo.
- Sebastian, are you with me? - Always.
- Potaje?
- I follow.
- Pablo?
- Me too.
- Manolo?
- I'm coming along, all right, but I ride.
There's only one way to settle a matter like this.
- We'll never make it. - We'll make it.
Not by walking.
Who said anything about walking? You men stay here.
- Stop the train.
- How are you gonna stop it?
Have you ever seen a bull stop a train?
- Yes, but you're not a bull. - I can stop a bull, so I can stop a train.
- God give you a good evening, Senor Engineer. - What?
We're on our way to the corrida in Madrid.
Mi capitán, we've come all the way from Sevilla.
We've walked 500 kilometers already, excelencia.
All right, you whelps of hell. Get aboard.
Come on, muchachos!
Compañeros, you may do as you please.
But as for me, I'm through.
We're doomed, all of us, because we haven't got an education.
For 10 years now, we've been risking our necks in a hundred arenas.
And where are we?
Just where we started from.
How much better it would've been if we'd joined up with the Workman's Federation... and served our class.
Or at least joined the national militia and served our country.
As it is, whom have we served?
Nobody, not even ourselves.
One of us hasn't done so badly for himself.
Eh, Juanillo?
- I can't complain, Manolo. - I can.
- My pockets are empty. - You don't make as much as I do.
Your pockets are bulging with pesetas right now.
Four thousand. Not a bad season.
And someday I'll make twice that much in one afternoon.
Look! Look— my picture!
Now, that's recognition.
There's something under it. What does it say?
Hey, you! I mean you! Come here!
- Come on. Come on. - Come on!
- Good morning, señores. - Can you read?
- Yes, thank you. - Good. Read this.
Right there.
- Well, come on. Come on. Read it.
Señores, this is an article by the great critic Curro.
In it, he— he praises the merits of various novilleros... including Juan Gallardo.
- That's me! - That's him!
What does it say?
Let's hear it. Come on.
Easily the most promising of the season's newcomers is Juan Gallardo.
His work in the ring is... classic, pure and perfect.
I declare that nothing like it has been seen... from Fuentes, Garabato or from anybody else.
It will not be long before all Spain rings with his praise... and Sevilla should be proud of its son... whose name will one day cover it with, uh— with undying glory.
- Thank you, amigo. - The sun comes alas from behind the clouds.
- I tell ya, praise from Curro spells contracts. - The beginning of history!
- It's only one man's opinion. - One man's, yes.
But when that one man happens to be Curro—
Sevilla. Sevilla.
Sevilla.
Look! Look!
You'll have to make a speech.
- What'll I say?
- Whatever comes to you.
Juanillo! Juanillo!
Madrecita!
Nacional, that package.
- Madrecita. - Oh!
For you, Madrecita.
Oh, Juanillo.
Look at Juan over there. We do all the work, he takes all the bows.
One of these days, I'm going out on my own.
- When?
- As soon as I get together a good cuadrilla.
Men like yourselves. I could use you all.
I'll pay you twice what he does. What do you say, huh?
I am not interested. I am through with bullfighting.
It's the most reactionary of professions.
I renounce it here and now.
Someday, the people will renounce it too.
- What about you two? - First time I ever met Juan Gallardo, we fought.
I was much bigger than Juan, but he bit off part of my ear... and part of my heart went with it.
I love the man. I'll work for no other.
- How about you?
- Me too.
Well, now, here are the two longest faces in Andalucía.
What's the matter?
Aren't you enjoying yourselves?
Encarnación, what's wrong?
Antonio Lopez, you tell me.
Your sister and I have been engaged now for four years.
Each year, we've been planning to get married.
- And now— - Yes?
Now we should be married.
Well—Well, that's all right. Why don't you get married?
Antonio's been let out of the saddlery shop.
What'll it take to open a shop of your own?
I should think about 2,000 pesetas.
You're in business.
You mean— Oh, thank you very much. Thank you.
- It's a wedding present. - Thank you.
- And I hope it's a boy. - Yes.
Amigos! Amigos! Step up, everybody.
Come up close.
Amigos, I have an important announcement to make.
The marriage of my sister Encarnación to Antonio Lopez... which will take place as soon as possible.
In honor of this great occasion...
I wish to present you with a few gifts that I brought you from Madrid.
Lorenzo Rodriguez. Angelina Marcos.
Carlos.
Mateo.
Elena. Fernando.
Enrique.
No, no. Not that one.
Who's this one for, Juanillo?
It's a secret. It's for someone who isn't here just now.
Hermano.
Excuse me, but things have been going rather badly with me lately.
- I thought maybe you could help a little.
- Garabato.
Yes, I regret to say I am still alive.
But I thought you'd retired and gone to the country and bought a ranch.
Oh, no, no.
No, I left the ring just as I came into it— without a peseta.
Oh, thank you so much.
Oh, thank you. This will—
Oh! Juan Gallardo!
Things have been going great for you lately, haven't they?
Yes, I had a good season. I look forward to a better one.
Oh, that is good.
- I suppose your cuadrilla— - It's full up just now.
Oh. Oh, well, I've had a lot of experience.
I've spent most of my life in the bull ring.
I know all the critics.
Maybe you could use a sword handler... or a-a servant in the house, anything.
Why not?
Come and, uh— Come and see me tomorrow.
Thanks.
Good evening, senor.
- Is there anything I can get you?
- Yes. I want your band.
- My band?
- Yes, the whole band.
Juanillo.
And all the way on the train from Madrid, I kept worrying and thinking...
"Perhaps she's tired of waiting. Perhaps she's gone away.
Perhaps she's even forgotten me."
Oh, you couldn't possibly think that.
You know, I even thought—You know the first thing I asked my mother when I got home?
"Pedro Espinosa's little girl— the one with the skinny legs and the funny face— has she, by any chance, gotten married yet?"
I can't get over it.
I never thought that you'd grow up to be so— so very nice to look at.
Juan, why did you never write to me?
Write?
Well, you see—
This may sound silly to you, but I didn't wanna write... until I could sign my first letter to you...
"Juan Gallardo, Matador de Toros."
- You haven't had your alternativa yet?
- No, but I haven't done badly.
Do you know what I cleared last season... over and above traveling expenses, renting costumes and all that?
4,000 pesetas.
- 4,000? - Yeah.
And that's nothing to what I'll make later on once I've been recognized.
Of course, I'm not entirely overlooked now, mind you. Not at all.
They're beginning to find out who I am. Take a look at that.
My first press notice, and by Curro himself.
Pretty nice, don't you think?
Have you read it?
- Of course. - And you like it?
I think it's wonderful.
- No, read it. - I have read it.
- Read it aloud. - Juan, I know why you never wrote to me.
It's because you haven't learned how to write or read.
- Is that it?
- Read what it says.
- What for?
I've just— - Read it!
"And here is a newcomer, a flat-footed novillero from Sevilla...
"taking money under false pretenses.
"He has nothing to recommend him but a certain stupid animal courage... which makes his work in the ring look more like suicide than battle."
When will we be married?
There's more.
Read it.
"He is definitely fifth-rate." Oh, Juan, when will we be married?
Read the rest.
"It's useless to predict a future for him.
"He will probably be killed in the ring... long before he advances from novillero to matador."
Well, I— I guess I came back a little too early.
But you saw me fight bulls a long time ago.
It's not like that—what it says.
- It doesn't matter. - But it matters to me!
Juanillo, why don't you throw it away and forget all about it?
No, no. I'm gonna save this.
And someday I'll make that Curro eat his words.
Someday I'll come back to you with a whole trunkful of clippings.
And when you marry me, you'll marry the first torero in Spain.
Not the second or the third, but the first! The greatest!
I'll go now, Carmen.
- What's in the package?
- Nothing.
- Is it for me?
- Well, it's-it's just something that I—
- But, uh—
It's nothing, Carmen. I—
No, you cannot see him now. The room is crowded as it is.
But if the matador could only see his godson just for a minute—
Don't you know any better than to bring your brats here today of all days... when Senor Gallardo is about to make his first formal appearance... in his hometown?
- Just for one minute?
- Wednesday. That's the day Don Juan sees his godchildren.
Do you think you're the only one?
Already, he's godfather to half the infants in Sevilla.
Presently, we'll have to hire an armory!
Oh. How do you do, gentlemen? Please come right in.
Come right in. Yes.
Why can't we go in there?
Not today!
I, Curro—
I was present the afternoon of our Juan's formal presentation... as a matador in Madrid.
He fought a Miura bull as big as a cathedral.
Never in my life have I seen such sincerity... such purity, such lightheartedness... and, above all, such serene valor.
Let me read you what I wrote that night in the Heraldo.
I have the clipping right here with me.
"Rejoice, ye faithful.
"There's an end to the decay of our great art.
"We are on the eve of a great renaissance.
"Cid Campeador has returned...
"to bring back the glory of Spain.
The arena has come back once more to passion and dignity."
- Olé. Olé. - At last, Sevilla has a matador.
The greatest matador of all history.
A saint. The first man of the world.
The day he was born, there was salt in the air... a great quantity of salt.
Olé. Olé.
You should have seen him at the corrida of the Feast of the Anunciación.
He was so near the bull, next day...
Garabato spent hours picking the bull's hairs out of Juan's clothes.
Olé. Olé.
Gorgeous! It must cost a fortune!
I don't know whether Juan mentioned it to you or not... but it was I who financed his early career.
- For years, I had to support his whole family. - Really?
What a corrida.
Ah, his cape work was magnificent.
You would have given a thousand pesetas to see Juanillo with that bull.
I tell you, he had it on a string.
Don Jose, you never saw such arrogance and grace.
- Yes, I did, once. - What corrida was that?
That was a dozen years ago when I saw a very little boy fight a very big bull.
Curro, that was the night you and I met and split that bottle of wine together.
- Remember?
- Yes, I've carried the scar ever since.
My most prized possession, gentlemen, since it was given me by Juan Gallardo.
I didn't see you again until you fought as a novillero in Madrid.
Oh, yes. You wrote a piece in the paper about me.
You said I was definitely fifth-rate.
I know. But the next time I saw you in the ring, you were a different man.
- Something must've happened to you. - I got married.
Yes, those were the lean days... when I fought both bulls and hunger at the same time.
Curro, have you ever been hungry?
Never. I've frequently been thirsty.
Well, I can tell you this.
The gore of hunger is worse than the horns of a bull.
My friends have said to me, "Juanillo, life's been very magnificent to you.
How does it feel to be way up there on top of the ladder?"
Then I think of all the good things that have happened to me... and one thing stands out above everything else.
I can buy all the food my belly can hold... and my friends' bellies, and I don't have to ask the price of anything anymore.
Now I'm ready for the grave.
I've just come from the drawing of the bulls.
We've got something on our hands this afternoon.
We've drawn a couple of the meanest-looking beasts I've ever seen.
- Sluggish, treacherous— - What difference?
A bull's a bull.
They're all alike to Juanillo. All safe.
Senor Lopez, have you ever faced a bull in the ring?
- Well, not exactly. - There is no such thing as a safe bull.
And these two are monsters with lightning in their horns.
I'm a humble man with no education, and my life isn't worth very much.
But you, maestro—
The cow hasn't been born yet that can give birth to the bull that can hurt me.
Olé! Olé!
That's what I say.
You either dominate the bull, or the bull dominates you.
I will not listen to your ignorance and folly... which incapacitates you for any further views in relation to bulls.
And I think it would be well if you were all to go now... and give Juan a few minutes' rest before his ordeal.
Caballeros, Nacional's right. We'd better be going.
Good luck, senor.
Gracias.
Parasites.
Most of them come here to get a free ticket to the corrida or to borrow money.
They'll be the first to turn against you the moment you have any bad luck.
Wait for me in the carriage.
It's all ignorance and superstition... from not knowing how to read or write.
Hot, isn't it?
One always sweats the big drop on the morning of an afternoon.
They used to crowd into my dressing room, too, when I was dressing... like a wake before one's dead.
Garabato.
I wouldn't admit this to anyone else in the world... but always when I'm dressing like this... there's a feel of rust in my throat.
The taste of death.
Fear.
But it's gone when I step into the arena.
The minute I hear the music, the yell of the crowd, it's all right again.
Chiquillo.
- How do you feel? - Good as bread.
- And you?
- Oh, I wish it were this time tomorrow.
You've gotta learn not to worry.
Please let me worry just a little bit. Makes me feel better.
You wouldn't worry if you'd heard what Curro just said about me.
"At last, Sevilla has a matador," he said.
My jacket.
"The greatest matador in history," he said.
I've kept my promise, haven't I?
My montera.
He said I was the first man of the world.
That makes you the first lady.
Well, how do I look?
Like a king.
Or a little boy all dressed up for a party.
Somehow, I feel this is gonna be a great afternoon.
I wish you were gonna be there with me.
I'm always with you, Juan.
Carmen, what do you do with yourself when I'm in the ring?
I pray to La Macarena every second... and every second is an hour.
When the sun begins to go down, I - I look up the street, and there's no Juan.
My heart stops beating.
But then I hear cheers and I see people running and I know it's Juan—
Juan coming home— and my heart starts beating again like a drum.
You're the only true one in the world.
Now, go.
And here, mon ami, is where the espadas come... to offer their devotions and seek protection of the saints.
Does it save them from being gored by the bulls?
Sometimes.
There's no guarantee, not even from the saints.
Who is that?
I don't know. A new one.
Every ticket has been sold.
You're lucky to be here this afternoon.
You'll see history made.
From now on, the calendar of the bull ring... will be figured as B.G. And A.G. —
Before Gallardo and After Gallardo.
I, Curro, say it.
I see she's back from Paris.
- Who is she?
- Dona Sol de Miura.
What I could tell you about that one would fill a whole book— several books.
If this is death in the afternoon... she is death in the evening.
I promise that this afternoon you'll see something extraordinary and unforgettable.
What is it I'm going to see that's so extraordinary and unforgettable?
Since you've been away, a new star has arisen.
His name is Juan Gallardo.
Charges straight. Favors the left horn.
- Olé! - Toro.
Toro!
- Olé! - Toro!
Olé! Olé! Olé!
Oh, you were magnificent.
I dedicate the death of this noble bull... to the beauty of the women of Spain.
Olé! Olé!
I tell you, he's the greatest of the great!
The first man of the world!
The other side of the curtain.
Well, at least the poor beast didn't die in vain.
Hunger. Hunger! I tell you, I'm finished.
I'm through with this rotten business.
I swear to you, this is my last season.
I dedicate the death of this noble bull... to the beauty of—
Ah, Carmen.
Oh, where—where are the newspapers?
I'll get them and read them to you personally. They were wonderful, dear.
All Sevilla is ringing with your name this morning... and it's my name too.
Now, come here, now. There.
Who did you dedicate the bull to yesterday?
- Oh, some gachi. - Who?
I don't know what her name was. I never saw her before.
- Then why did you dedicate it?
- She was with a party of swells... and it pays to keep in with people of that kind.
- She threw me some flowers. - I hate her.
Was she pretty?
Mmm, not bad.
Prettier than me?
That's impossible.
Then I don't hate her anymore.
Still, she, uh— she wasn't so bad.
- Blue eyes and, uh— - I don't like her.
- But too skinny. - I guess she's all right.
Come on, now. Eat your breakfast.
Do you know you came home last night without your montera?
- Did I? - Mm-hmm. What became of it?
I don't know. I must've left it somewhere.
Come in.
- A messenger just brought this note for el matador. - Thank you.
- Will you read it for me? - Mm-hmm.
- Who's it from?
- Well, there's no signature, but... it's from a woman.
Oh, well, then tear it up.
Oh. It's from the woman you dedicated the bull to.
What's it say?
"Senor Juan Gallardo, thank you for dedicating the first bull to me yesterday.
"If you want back the montera you threw me...
"you may have it by calling for it tonight at 8:00.
The address is Number Four, Plaza de Alfaro."
- Your montera. - Oh, yes.
Oh, yes, it all comes back to me now.
I threw the gachi my hat, and she refused to part with it.
She seems willing now.
Well, if she thinks I'm gonna call for it, she'll grow old waiting.
Oh. Why shouldn't you call for it?
She must be somebody of great importance if she lives at the Plaza de Alfaro.
Number Four. That's where the Marques de Miura lives.
She must be his niece.
What does she look like?
I don't remember. Just a woman.
Well, if she's just a woman, why don't you wanna go?
Let's not argue about it. I'm not going.
- You're not?
- No. - Oh, I'm glad. - Glad?
A moment ago, you were just saying—
As long as you don't want to go, you can go.
Give me that note.
Now, run and get the papers and read me the notices.
All right.
- Mmm. What are these?
- Potatoes.
They're so small.
They're good though. Not as good as gazpacho.
You ever eat that?
- I don't think so. - I was raised on it.
Really?
How is it made?
Well, you take biscuits and oil and vinegar... and some, um, onions and garlic... and you, uh— and bread crumbs— and you fry 'em all together in a pan.
Then you throw them all in a pot— gazpacho.
- Sounds lovely. - You oughta try it sometime.
- I will. - Dona Sol likes to try everything.
Yeah, me too.
If I were a man, I'd try bullfighting.
There's nothing more exciting.
Oh, this is fine meat. What is it?
- Pheasant. - I could eat a dozen of'em.
You know, when I retire, I'm gonna raise pheasants and bulls.
Senor, may I ask what brand of perfume you use?
I - I forget the name of it, but it's the most expensive there is.
It's certainly the strongest. But since you spend most of your time with horses and bulls—
I like the smell of horses and bulls.
Well, if, uh, we want to hear Galli, we'll have to hurry.
Senor Gallardo, I hope you'll join us.
- Where are you going?
- Tito Galli, the Italian tenor, is a friend of Dona Sol's.
He's giving a concert, and if you'd care to go—
No, thank you. Not me.
I'm afraid I'll have to beg out too.
One of my nasty headaches.
Oh. That's too bad.
- I hope you feel better soon. - Thank you.
Please explain to Tito. He'll understand.
I'm sure he will. We all do.
I am so sorry about your headache.
- I'm sure you'll take something for it, won't you?
- Yes, of course.
Well, good night.
- Or is it good-bye?
- Pierre, why do you say that?
In the army, we learn many signal calls... including retreat.
- Thank you, Pierre. - Good-bye.
Good-bye.
If I want you, I'll call.
- How's your headache? - Better, thank you.
Hmm. Well, I—
Please sit down.
I must say, senora, that's the best meal I've ever eaten.
It's the least I can give you for an afternoon of great emotion.
You followed your star yesterday.
You were inspired.
Mmm. Who wouldn't be inspired? I'd seen you.
I wasn't bad, was I?
Would you like to play chess?
No, thanks.
I'm much too comfortable.
Matter of fact, I don't know how to play chess.
Matter of fact, I'm the most ignorant man in the world except with bulls.
I'm glad you decided not to go to the concert.
So am I.
Perhaps we can have a concert of our own.
- You play something? - The guitar, a little.
Do you like music?
Some music, yes.
The first music I remember was the clanging of the bells... that hung from the necks of the cabestros when they led the herd.
And I— I loved the singing of the vaqueros on the ranch of your uncle, the marquis.
I love the music of the gypsies in the Café la Veronica.
Play something.
- Juanillo. - Put it on. Let's see how it looks on you.
- Here. - Oh, that's beautiful!
Oh, that's too gorgeous for words.
I looked all over Sevilla for it.
I wanted to give you something especially fine.
But why, dear? What's happened?
Why did you get this for me?
Because, querida, you're the only true one in the world.
If you want to know why he spends all his time at the Plaza Alfaro... it's because he has nothing to keep him at home.
He goes to another woman because his own woman is nothing. Nothing!
Perhaps if you'd give him a son or two—
- Encarnación!
- You can say anything you like about me... but I won't hear one word against Juan— not a word.
If he'd only take my advice.
Where is his gratitude after all I've done for him?
Just what have you done for him?
- What has he done for me?
- Why, everything.
He set you up in business. He lets you live in his house.
Who says it's his house?
He and his fine gestures!
Buys a house and doesn't pay for it.
Well, mark my words, one fine day we'll all be thrown out.
He's no good in the ring anymore. He's afraid of a scratch!
It might interfere with his evenings.
He neglects you, his family, his friends. He makes a fool ofhimself.
He's a lazy, drunken, worthless—
You rotten little worms. You aren't fit to mention his name.
You ingrates! Hypocrites! Maggots!
He gave you everything you have!
He supports you and your children!
He shares everything he has, and you— behind his back, you sneer at him and criticize!
You pick at him like vultures!
I can't stand it in this house any longer.
I'm going away.
No, Carmen, no. You'll stay.
You'll stay with Juan until the end.
The end?
Tell me, on those days when Juan goes to the ring... to whom do you pray?
To Our Lady of Hope, La Macarena.
What do you ask La Macarena?
I ask that she watch over our Juan and keep him safe from any hurt.
So I used to pray for his father.
It was no good.
In the end, it was no good.
The Virgin— She's only a woman.
And women can do so little.
Now I pray to a man God—
Jesus of great power.
What I ask is something different.
Madre, what do you ask for?
I pray to him to let my son be gored in the ring.
Not to die, but to be hurt... so he may cheat the end which every torero meets.
Yes, that's what I pray for.
And I pray to him not to send you a son... for he'll only grow up to torment you... and let you die every Sunday afternoon... just as you are dying now.
Dear Lady of Good Hope... please watch over my husband, Juan.
He'll be safe and sound, my child.
And if you see fit, please put in his heart a wish to retire from the bull ring.
That, too, when the time comes.
And one thing more, Macarena... and this is what I really came to see you about.
I know what it is.
I can read it in your heart.
It's been there a long time, and you've held it back... even from me.
Why, I didn't mean to.
Really, I didn't.
It's just that I didn't want to hurt Juan.
But I've got to do something. I can't go on living like this.
Dear Macarena, help me. Please help me.
Tell me what to do about that woman.
That woman—
¡Ajá, toro!
¡Ajá, toro!
¡Ajá, ajá, toro!
That's good. Very good.
¡Ajá, toro!
Excuse me, Juanillo.
Senora Gallardo to see you.
Have her come in.
I came to see you on the advice of a friend.
Yes? Please be seated.
Thank you.
Senora Gallardo, is there anything I can offer you?
Yes. My husband.
Oh?
Please believe me. I came here in no spirit of rancor.
I'm not here to judge.
I can understand your being interested in my husband.
He's the first man in Spain, the greatest in his profession.
- Naturally, all women run after him. - Naturally.
I can understand his interest in you too... especially now that I see how beautiful you are.
Thank you.
Perhaps it's my fault.
Perhaps if I were more beautiful... better educated and of a better family.
I know of your family. Your father works for my uncle on the ranch, I believe.
Yes, he's the overseer there. All my life I've heard about you.
What have you heard?
- Shall I be frank?
- Please do.
I've heard that you've been all over the world... that you speak many languages... and that you've known a great many men.
Go on.
I've never been out of Andalucía...
I speak only one language... and I've had only one man.
Maybe that's why I want so much to keep him.
Tell me, have you discussed this with Juan?
- No. - Why not?
It would hurt him.
Just a minute, please.
¡Ajá, toro!
Garabato!
Garabato!
Oh, good morning, Madrecita.
Good afternoon, my son.
- Where's Garabato?
- He's gone.
- Gone?
- You let him go last night.
Don't you remember?
Oh, yes. Yes, we had a row about something he did.
- What was it?
- He asked for his wages.
You haven't paid him in months.
He had an offer from Manolo de Palma.
Well, that's fine. I picked him up when he was a beggar.
I took him when nobody else would have him, and now he leaves me.
Why wasn't he paid?
Why didn't Don Jose attend to it?
I don't know.
The only people who come to the house these days... are tradesmen with unpaid bills— shoemakers, tailors, dozens of others.
I don't understand it.
The more money I make, the less I seem to have.
- It melts away before I ever see it. - Yes.
One can't build on sand.
I'll answer it.
- Good afternoon, Juanillo. - Don Jose.
I've been in the country, over at the ranch.
There's something I want to talk over with you.
Well, uh, make yourself comfortable.
How is everything at the ranch?
- I saw Carmen. - How is she?
It's a great pity that one so young should be already finished with life.
But that's what happens when you have only one thing in life and you lose it.
Let's not talk about that.
But we've got to talk about it. That's what I came here for.
What's the use?
She had a right to leave, and she left.
That's all there is to it.
Is it?
Did you want her to leave?
No.
Do you still love her?
- Yes. - And the other one?
That's an entirely different thing.
Juan, listen to me. I've known both of these women ever since they were children.
I'm sorry for Carmen, and I pity Dona Sol.
Why should you pity her?
Because there's nothing in the world that she can hold on to for long.
Nothing.
When she was a little girl, she used to tire of all her toys... and throw them away while they were still new.
- Now, my advice to you—
- Don Jose, you're my manager... and I'm willing to take your advice on matters of business.
But in personal matters, I don't have to listen to you!
Why don't you leave me alone and stop interfering with me!
Maybe I don't know how to read or write, but this I do know—
I've made tons of money, and what's become of it?
I've never had an accounting from you or that thieving Lopez either.
- From me? - Senor Lopez.
You've always wanted to be your brother-in-law's manager.
As far as I'm concerned, you may have that honor from this moment on.
And I can tell you this:
If you sign any contracts for him, he'll be taking money under false pretenses.
And here's some bills you'd better pay, if you can find the money.
Well, now as my manager, it'll be much easier for you to rob me.
Do you think I'd let my husband have anything to do with you?
To be a manager, one must have something to manage! And what are you?
Nothing!
- Encarnación. - Your money—You've spent it, thrown it away!
You haven't even paid for the house you live in!
And we're not going to live in it anymore either!
We're not going to get soiled in the scandal that drove your wife away!
I understand.
They say that when a ship is sinking, all the rats leave.
Good-bye, rats!
But you're mistaken if you think I'm sinking.
Well, what are you waiting for?
Rejoice, ye faithful.
At last, Sevilla has a matador.
The greatest matador of all history.
A saint.
The first man of the world.
The day he was born, there was salt in the air.
A great quantity of salt.
Well, what can you expect from a herd... that, for the most part, can't read or write?
They enjoy the pleasure of a tragic emotion... without the slightest danger to themselves.
They scream with a lust for blood.
As for the people who sit in the shade... at least they can afford it.
But the citizens of the sun, they pay five pesetas— a whole day's pay, enough to feed a family— to fry on the sunny side of the ring... while they watch a few bulls being butchered— a criminal business.
If it's a criminal business, Nacional, why are you still in it?
The truth of the matter is that Juan Gallardo owes me practically a year's pay.
As soon as I can collect my back wages...
I'm going to quit this repulsive trade forever.
I swear this is my last season.
You fool! Stop dousing me with that stinking stuff!
I only did it to kill the smell of rum on your breath.
Well, I'll thank you to mind your own business. I know what you're up to.
- If you're looking for an excuse to quit me, say so. - Why, I wouldn't quit you.
But it isn't right for you to fill yourself with rum on the day of a corrida.
You don't have to worry about the bulls this afternoon. We drew a couple of bravos.
It's not the bulls. It's the crowd.
They're waiting for me with claws.
The crowd is forgetful, Juanillo, like a woman.
And fickle like a woman, and cruel like a woman.
- Shut your mouth. - But this time you can't blame the crowd.
You aren't giving them anything.
Well, I've— I've had bad luck.
The bulls have been much bigger.
They only seem bigger because when you face them, you're afraid.
You were born to very little like the rest of us... but one thing you had that was real and pure— you were a born killer of bulls, a matador!
She took it away from you.
Now when you face the bull with a sword, you're drained, empty.
There's nothing left of you but fear.
You have a gun, haven't you?
Why don't you bring it to the ring with you... and kill the beast with a bullet?
I've dragged myself... through the blood and sand... of a thousand arenas.
In the end... there's only one thing I regret—
I never learned... to read or write.
I was obliged... to renounce education... but I make the whole world responsible... for my ignorance.
Your cornada was meant for me.
What?
We've always shared everything, haven't we?
Life is very curious.
There's no remedy.
If it were all to do over—
Amigo... there are some things you can't stop... not even with a cape.
Well, I'm quitting.
This is my last season.
"And I end by heralding the news...
"of a new comet flashing across the horizon— a bright and flashing comet— and his name is Manolo de Palma."
Olé.
"Aficionados, mark well that name.
It is destined for great glory."
- Curro wrote it himself, huh? - He signed it.
You'll be famous! Wonderful!
Don't leave. Oh, Manolo.
Aw, quiet!
- Senor Curro. - Manolo.
I've just been reading the piece you wrote about me. It's very flattering.
Not at all, Manolo. It is my honest opinion. Sit down, my friend.
Sit down. Will you do me the honor of having some wine with me?
No, you must do me the honor.
Curro, what is a comet?
A comet, my friend, is a star... that flashes across the sky... lighting up the heavens with its fiery brilliance and then—
Yes?
Good evening, Don Juan. Good evening, senora.
This way, if you please.
- What will you have?
- What will you have?
- Champagne. - Champagne.
- Champagne? - Sí, champagne.
It's a nice place. I'm glad we came here.
What is it, Juan?
I was just trying to figure out what kind of a woman you are.
Yes?
The trouble is you're—you're not one woman... but many... and never the same.
Well, one changes, you know.
Why didn't you come to see me at the corrida last Sunday?
I had a headache.
A headache?
Samson and Delilah.
- What?
- Nothing.
Excuse me.
Greetings, compañero.
Pardon me for intruding, Juanillo... but this is as good a time as any to keep your promise.
- What promise?
- Why, to present me to Dona Sol.
Don't you remember? Allow me to introduce myself. I'm Manolo de Palma.
I shall have the pleasure soon of appearing in the ring here in Sevilla.
How nice. I shall look forward to it.
I understand Juan will be in the same corrida.
Yes, it'll be the first time we appear together.
You'll have a chance to compare our styles.
We work altogether differently.
- How have you been, amigo?
- Well, thank you.
- How's your mother?
- Nicely.
How's your sister and Antonio Lopez and the children?
- They're all fine. Thank you. - And how's your little wife?
Oh, yes, I hear she's gone off to the ranch with her father.
You know, Dona Sol, Juan and I are old friends.
His mother used to work here. We used to live right around the corner.
We ran away together with some other boys.
Hey, Juan, remember that horse we stole? Remember what happened to it?
- What happened? - We ate the horse.
You did?
How did it taste?
Excellent. Ah, those were good days.
We'd spend all our time fighting the bulls and each other.
We were great rivals, even then.
Senora, would you like to dance?
I'd love to.
It's mine.
Camarero, a new glass!
What are you doing?
It's well to keep in practice.
What are you talking about?
When we left Triana, I asked Francisco to keep my old job open for me.
I knew someday I'd come back to La Veronica to scrub the floors.
Get up. Get up! Suppose someone should see you.
There is no one left in the house to see me but you.
I don't like to see you on your knees like this.
What's wrong with my being on my knees?
That's how I pray and that's how I work.
This house was clean when we moved in.
Let it be clean when we move out.
Why must you always talk about moving out?
Because we've got to leave this house tomorrow.
Oh! Oh, Juan.
Juan, when you were little, you wouldn't listen to me.
Will you listen to me now?
What do you want?
I want you to quit the bull ring.
Quit?
When I'm at the top?
I've been through all this before.
I know what to expect.
When you reach the top, you begin to slip.
There is only one way you can possibly go, and that's down.
Oh, Madrecita, you talk just like all the rest.
Just because I've had a few poor afternoons... some bad luck, you think I'm finished.
But you're wrong. They all are.
I'm just as good as I ever was— even better— because now I know more.
Supposing we do have to move out of this house.
I'll buy you another one— much better... the best that money can buy and in the finest part of town.
Right on the Plaza Alfaro, that's where we'll live.
And I'll buy a ranch, and we'll breed bulls and pheasants.
Juanillo, niño mío... what's wrong with your hand?
My hand?
I understand Gallardo has one more contract to fulfill— the corrida next Sunday afternoon.
I predict he will make his exit... in a cloud of rotten oranges and dead cats.
I hold him directly responsible for the death of Nacional... and I shall say so in my article tomorrow.
The trouble with Gallardo is he has cats in his belly.
His father was the same way.
Like father, like son.
That's the second time you've said things about my father.
As for you, you've probably never been baptized.
I'll baptize you now.
I christen you "liar," and your second name is "swine."
Father, his face—
Reminds me of Nacional's just before he died from the cornada.
Yes, my son.
You were here?
I'm always here whenever you fight.
You mean all these weeks since you left me?
I never left you, Juan.
I've just been waiting for you— waiting for this sickness to pass.
Just a minute ago I was praying to see you.
I was thinking if you could love me again—
Oh, Juanillo, I do love you. I always have and I always will.
Nothing has changed that. Nothing can. Nothing ever.
Oh, Carmencita... when I hold you in my arms like this, I'm born again.
You give me strength. I can do anything.
Oh, I— I'm so glad you're wearing your white suit.
It's the one I like best.
No, you don't. You hate it.
Like my mother does. You hate them all.
But this is the last time I'm ever going to wear one.
I'm through with the ring forever.
Oh, Juan. Juanillo.
This is my last afternoon out there... but it'll be one they'll never forget.
You'll see. They'll see, everyone.
Carmencita, will you wait for me here?
Yes, Juanillo.
I tell you, there is only one matador here this afternoon worth watching: Manolo.
Ah, Señor Toro, we meet again.
Olé!
- Ah, that's our old Juan. - Magnificent.
- Olé! - Olé! Olé!
Olé!
Bravo!
I could tell all along that beast was going to get him.
The bull is not the beast.
Look at the crowd! That is the real beast!
Now he's got it! It's what you been waiting for! Are you happy?
Now he's got it! It's what you have wanted!
Now he's got it! Now he's got it!
Carmen.
Oh, it's— it's nothing.
I'll be up on my feet again before you know it.
And now there'll be money to take care of my mother... and enough left over for— for us to buy a little ranch.
Not a big place. I wouldn't want a big place.
People don't need much when they have each other.
Just a little patch.
Somewhere in the country, hmm?
And you—you'll teach me how to read and write.
And then on Sundays, we'll get dressed up in our best.
Go to breakfast at— at some little inn.
Oh, Juanillo, dear, does it hurt much?
Not a bit.
The bull hasn't been born yet that can—
Carmencita... you're the only true one in the world.
My child, you must be brave as he was.
You must ask our Lord of great power to give you courage.
No, Father, I don't need courage.
I have his.
I'll always have it.
To me, he'll never be dead.
He'll always be just as I first saw him— just a little boy... with fire and valor.
Manolo is the greatest of the great!
The first man of the world!
Rosebud.
News on the March.
Legendary was the Xanadu where Kubla Khan decreed his stately pleasure dome.
Today almost as legendary as Florida's Xanadu the world's largest private pleasure ground.
Here on the deserts of the Gulf Coast, a private mountain was commissioned and successfully built.
One hundred thousand trees, twenty thousand tons of marble are the ingredients of Xanadu's mountain.
Contents of Xanadu's palace:
Paintings, pictures, statues, various stones of other palaces.
A collection of everything.
So big it can never be catalogued or appraised.
Enough for 10 museums, the loot of the world.
Xanadu's livestock the fowl of the air, the fish of the sea, the beast of the field and jungle two of each, the biggest private zoo since Noah.
Like the Pharaohs Xanadu's landlord leaves many stones to mark his grave.
Since the Pyramids Xanadu is the costliest monument a man has built to himself.
Here in Xanadu last week Xanadu's landlord was laid to rest.
A potent figure of our century America's Kubla Khan:
Charles Foster Kane.
Its humble beginnings, in this ramshackle building, a dying daily.
Kane's empire, in its glory held dominion over 37 newspapers, two syndicates a radio network, an empire upon an empire.
The first of grocery stores, paper mills apartment buildings, factories, forests, ocean liners.
An empire through which for 50 years flowed in an unending stream the wealth of the Earth's third richest gold mine.
Famed in American legend is the origin of the Kane fortune.
How, to boarding housekeeper Mary Kane, by a defaulting boarder, in 1868 was left the supposedly worthless deed to an abandoned mineshaft:
The Colorado Lode.
Fifty seven years later, before a congressional investigation Walter P. Thatcher, grand old man of Wall Street for years chief target of Kane papers' attacks on trusts recalls a journey he made as a youth.
My firm had been appointed trustee by Mrs. Kane for a large fortune she recently acquired.
It was her wish that I take charge of this boy, Charles Foster Kane.
Chief, is it not, that on this occasion, Charles Foster Kane personally attacked you after striking you in the stomach with a sled?
I shall read to the committee a prepared statement which I have brought with me, and then refuse to answer questions.
Mr. Charles Foster Kane, in every essence of his social beliefs and by the dangerous manner he has persistently attacked American traditions of private property initiative and opportunity for advancement is, in fact, nothing more or less than a communist.
That same month in Union Square....
The words "Charles Foster Kane" are a menace to every workingman in this land.
He is today what he has always been and always will be: a fascist.
Kane urged his country's entry into one war opposed participation in another.
Won the election to one American president at least.
Spoke for millions of Americans.
Was hated by as many more.
For 40 years appeared in Kane newsprint no public issue on which Kane papers took no stand.
No public man whom Kane himself did not support or denounce.
Twice married, twice divorced.
First to a president's niece Emily Norton, who left him in 1916.
Died 1918 in a motor accident with their son.
Sixteen years after his first marriage two weeks after his first divorce Kane married Susan Alexander singer, at the Town Hall in Trenton, New Jersey.
For wife two, one time opera singing Susan Alexander Kane built Chicago's Municipal Opera House.
Cost: $3 million.
Conceived for Susan Alexander Kane, half finished before she divorced him the still unfinished Xanadu.
Cost:
No man can say.
Kane, molder of mass opinion though he was in all his life was never granted elective office by the voters of his country.
But Kane papers were once strong indeed and once the prize seemed almost his.
In 1916, as independent candidate for governor the best elements of the state behind him the White House seemingly the next easy step in a lightning political career then suddenly, less than one week before election defeat.
Shameful, ignominious.
Defeat that set back for 20 years the cause of reform in the U.S forever cancelled political chances for Charles Foster Kane.
Then, in the first year of the Great Depression a Kane paper closes.
For Kane, in four short years, collapse.
Eleven Kane papers merged, more sold, scrapped.
Is that correct?
Don't believe everything you hear on the radio.
Read the Inquirer.
How were business conditions in Europe?
How did I find business conditions in Europe, Mr. Bones?
With great difficulty.
Are you glad to be back?
I'm always glad to be back.
I'm an American.
Always been an American.
Anything else?
When I was a reporter, we asked them quicker than that.
What do you think of the chances for war in Europe?
I talked with the responsible leaders of England, France, Germany and Italy.
They're too intelligent to embark on a project that would mean the end of civilization.
You can take my word for it, there will be no war.
Kane helped to change the world but Kane's world now is history and the great yellow journalist himself lived to be history outlived his power to make it.
Alone in his never finished, already decaying pleasure palace aloof, seldom visited, never photographed an emperor of newsprint continued to direct his failing empire.
Vainly attempted to sway, as he once did the destinies of a nation that had ceased to listen to him ceased to trust him.
Then last week, as it must to all men death came to Charles Foster Kane.
News on the March.
That's it.
Stand by.
I'll tell you if we want to run it again.
How about it, Mr. Rawlston?
How do you like it, boys?
Seventy years in a man's life.
That's a lot to try to get into a newsreel.
It's a good short, but what it needs is an angle.
All we saw on that screen was that Charles Foster Kane is dead.
I know that. I read the papers.
It isn't enough to tell us what a man did you've got to tell us who he was.
Wait a minute. What were Kane's last words?
Do you remember, boys?
What were the last words he said on Earth?
Maybe he told us about himself on his deathbed.
Maybe he didn't.
All we saw was a big American.
How did he differ from Ford, Hearst or John Doe?
I tell you, a man's dying words
What were they?
You don't read the papers.
When Charles Foster Kane died, he said one word:
"Rosebud."
That's all he said? Tough guy.
Yes, "Rosebud." Just that one word.
But who is she?
What was it?
Here's a man who could've been president who was as loved, hated and talked about as any man in our time, but when he dies something is on his mind called Rosebud.
What does that mean?
A racehorse he bet on once.
That didn't come in.
But what was the race?
Rosebud.
Thompson.
Yes.
Hold this up a week, two if you must.
Don't you think right after he's dead
Get in touch with anybody who knew him or knew him well.
That manager of his....
Bernstein.
His second wife. She's still living.
Susan Alexander Kane.
She runs a nightclub in Atlantic City.
That's right.
Get in touch with everybody that ever worked for him whoever loved him, whoever hated his guts.
I don't mean go through the city directory of course.
I'll get on it right away.
Good.
Rosebud, dead or alive.
It will probably turn out to be a very simple thing.
Miss Alexander.
This is Mr. Thompson, Miss Alexander.
I want another drink, John.
Right away. Will you have something, Mr. Thompson?
I'll have a highball, please.
Who told you you could sit down?
I thought maybe we could have a talk.
Think again.
Can't you people leave me alone?
I'm minding my own business, you mind yours.
If I could just have a talk with you, Miss Alexander. I'd
Get out of here.
Get out!
Sorry.
Get out.
Maybe some other time.
Get out.
Gino.
Get her another highball.
She just won't talk to nobody, Mr. Thompson.
Okay.
Another double?
Yeah.
Hello, I want New York City.
Courtland 79970.
This is Atlantic City 46827.
All right.
She's....
She'll snap out of it.
Why, until he died, she'd just as soon talk about Mr. Kane as any
Hello.
Sooner.
This is Thompson. Let me talk to the chief.
Mr. Rawlston?
She won't talk.
The second Mrs. Kane. About Rosebud or anything else.
I'm calling from Atlantic City.
Tomorrow I'll go to Philadelphia, to Thatcher Library, to see his diary.
They're expecting me.
Then I've a meeting with his general manager in New York.
Bernstein.
Then I'm coming back here.
Yeah, I'll see everybody that's still alive.
Goodbye.
Hey....
John.
You just might be able to help me.
When she used to talk about Mr. Kane, did she ever mention Rosebud?
"Rosebud"?
Thank you, Mr. Thompson, thanks.
As a matter of fact, just the other day, when the papers were full of it I asked her.
She never heard of Rosebud.
The directors of the Thatcher Memorial Library have asked me to remind you about the conditions under which you may inspect certain portions of Mr. Thatcher's unpublished memoirs.
I remember them.
Yes, Jennings, I'll bring him in.
All I want is an hour Under no circumstances are direct quotes from his manuscript to be used by you.
That's all right.
I'm just looking for
Jennings.
Thank you, Jennings.
You will be required to leave this room at 4:30 promptly.
You will confine yourself, it is our understanding to the chapters in Mr. Thatcher's manuscript regarding Mr. Kane.
That's all I'm interested in.
Thank you.
Pages 83 to 142.
Come on, boys.
Be careful, Charles.
Mrs. Kane.
Pull your muffler around your neck, Charles.
Mrs. Kane, I think we'll have to tell him now.
Yes, I'll sign those papers now, Mr. Thatcher.
You people seem to forget that I'm the boy's father.
It's going to be done exactly the way I've told Mr. Thatcher.
There's nothing wrong with Colorado.
I don't see why we can't raise our son just 'cause we came into money.
If I want to, I can go to court.
A father has a right to.
A boarder that beats his bill and leaves worthless stock behind....
That property is as much my property as anybody's now that it's valuable.
And if Fred Graves had any idea this would happen, he'd have made out the certificates in both our names.
But they're made out to Mrs. Kane.
He owed the money to both of us.
"The bank's decision in all matters " I don't hold with giving Charles to a bank
Stop this nonsense.
We're a bit uneducated
"The bank's decision concerning his education...
"...his places of residence, is to be final."
The idea of a bank being the guardian Stop this nonsense, Jim.
"We will assume full management of the Colorado Lode" which I repeat, Mrs. Kane, you are the sole owner.
Where do I sign, Mr. Thatcher?
Right here.
Mary, I'm asking you for the last time.
You'd think I hadn't been a good husband or father
The sum of $50,000 a year is to be paid to you and Mr. Kane as long as you both live and thereafter to the survivor.
Let's hope it's all for the best.
It is.
Why I can't raise my own boy is more than I can understand.
Go on, Mr. Thatcher.
Everything else, the principal, as well as all monies earned is to be administered by the bank in trust for your son, Charles Foster Kane until he reaches his 25th birthday, at which time he is to come into complete possession.
Charles!
Go on, Mr. Thatcher.
It's almost 5:00.
Don't you think I'd better meet the boy?
I've got his trunk all packed.
I've had it packed for a week now.
I've arranged for a tutor to meet us in Chicago.
I'd have brought him here with me, but....
Charles.
Look, Mom.
You'd better come inside.
That's quite a snowman.
I took the pipe out of his mouth.
Did you make it yourself?
Maybe I'll make some teeth and whiskers.
This is Mr. Thatcher, Charles.
Hello.
How do you do, Charles?
He comes from the East.
Pa.
Hello, Charlie.
Charles.
Yes, Mommy.
Mr. Thatcher is going to take you on a trip with him tonight.
You'll be leaving on number 10.
That's the train with all the lights on it.
You going, Mom?
No.
Your mother won't be going right away, but she'll....
Where am I going?
You're going to see Chicago and New York and Washington, maybe. Ain't he?
He certainly is.
I wish I were a boy going on a trip like that for the first time.
Why aren't you coming with us, Mom?
We have to stay here, Charles.
You're gonna live with Mr. Thatcher from now on, Charlie.
You're gonna be rich.
Your ma figures, well, that is me and her decided this ain't the place for you to grow up in.
You'll probably be the richest man someday and you ought to get You won't be lonely.
Lonely, of course not.
We're going to have fine times together, we are.
Let's shake hands.
Come. I'm not that frightening, am I?
What do you say? Let's shake.
Why, Charles.
Why, you almost hurt me.
Charlie!
Sleds aren't to hit people, but to sleigh with.
Mom!
You got to go.
Jim!
I'm sorry, Mr. Thatcher.
What the kid needs is a good thrashing.
That's what you think, is it?
Yes.
That's why he's going to be brought up where you can't get at him.
Well, Charles Merry Christmas.
Merry Christmas. And a happy New Year.
In closing may I remind you your 25th birthday, which is now approaching marks your complete independence from the firm of Thatcher Company, as well as acquiring the full responsibility for the world's sixth largest private fortune.
Got that? "The world's sixth largest private fortune."
I don't think you realize the full importance of the position you are to occupy.
I am therefore enclosing for your consideration a list of your holdings, extensively cross indexed.
"Dear Mr. Thatcher." It's from Mr. Kane.
Go on. "Sorry, I'm not interested in gold mines...
"...oil wells, shipping or real estate."
Not interested?
"One item on your list intrigues me:
"A little newspaper we acquired in a foreclosure proceeding.
"Don't sell it.
I am coming back to take charge.
"I think it would be fun to run a newspaper.
"Traction Trust exposed."
"Traction Trust bleeds public white."
"Traction Trust smashed by Inquirer."
"Landlords refuse to clear slums."
"Inquirer wins slum fight."
"Wall Street backs copper swindle."
"Copper robbers indicted."
"Galleons of Spain off Jersey Coast."
Is that really your idea of how to run a newspaper?
I don't know how to run a newspaper. I try everything I can think of.
You know there's not the slightest proof this Armada's off the Jersey Coast.
Hello, Mr. Bernstein.
Can you prove it isn't?
Mr. Bernstein, I'd like you to meet Mr. Thatcher.
Mr. Leland.
Hello.
Mr. Thatcher, my ex guardian.
We have no secrets from our readers. Thatcher is one of our devoted readers.
He knows what's wrong with every copy of the Inquirer since I took over.
Read. "Girls delightful in Cuba.
Stop. Could send you prose poems...
"...about scenery but don't feel right spending your money.
Stop.
"There is no war in Cuba." Signed "Wheeler." Any answer?
Yes. Dear Wheeler:
You provide the prose poems, I'll provide the war.
That's fine.
I like it myself.
Send it right away.
I came to see you about this campaign of yours.
The Inquirer's campaign against the Public Transit Company.
Do you know anything we can use against them?
You're still the college boy, eh?
I was expelled from college, a lot of colleges, you remember?
I remember.
I think I should remind you of a fact you have forgotten.
You're one of the largest stockholders in the Public Transit Company.
The trouble is, you don't realize you're talking to two people.
As Charles Foster Kane who owns 82,364 shares of Public Transit Preferred.
See, I do have a general idea of my holdings.
I sympathize with you.
Kane is a scoundrel his paper should be closed, a committee formed to boycott him.
If you can form such a committee, put me down for a contribution of $1,000.
On the other hand, I am the publisher of the Inquirer.
As such it's my duty, I'll let you in on a little secret.
It is also my pleasure to see that the working people of this community aren't robbed by a pack of money mad pirates, just because they have no one to look after their interests.
I'll let you in on another little secret, Mr. Thatcher:
I think I'm the man to do it. You see, I have money and property.
If I don't look after the interests of the underprivileged, somebody else will.
Maybe somebody without money or property.
That would be too bad.
I saw your financial statement today.
Oh, did you?
Tell me, honestly don't you think it's rather unwise to continue this philanthropic enterprise this Inquirer, that is costing you $1 million a year?
Yes.
I did lose $1 million last year. I expect to lose $1 million this year.
I expect to lose $1 million next year.
At the rate of $1 million a year I'll have to close this place in 60 years.
"With respect to the said newspapers...
"...the said Charles Foster Kane...
"...hereby relinquishes all control thereof...
"...and of the syndicates pertaining thereto...
"...and any and all other newspaper, press and publishing properties of any kind...
"...and agrees to abandon all claim thereto "
Which means we're bust all right.
Well, out of cash.
All right, Mr. Bernstein.
I've read it, Mr. Thatcher, just let me sign it and go home.
You're too old to call me Mr. Thatcher, Charles.
You're too old to be called anything else.
You were always too old.
"In consideration thereof, Thatcher Company agrees...
"...to pay to Charles Foster Kane, as long as he lives "
My allowance.
"You will continue to maintain over your newspapers a large...
"...measure of control. Measure of control."
And we shall seek your advice.
This depression is temporary.
There's always the chance that you'll die richer than I will.
It's a cinch I'll die richer than I was born.
We never lost as much as we made.
Yes, yes, but your methods.
You know, Charles you never made a single investment.
You always used money to....
To buy things.
To buy things.
My mother should have chosen a less reliable banker.
I always gagged on that silver spoon.
You know, Mr. Bernstein if I hadn't been very rich I might have been a really great man.
Don't you think you are?
I think I did pretty well under the circumstances.
What would you like to have been?
Everything you hate.
I beg your pardon, sir?
What did you say?
It's 4:30.
Isn't it, Jennings?
Yes, ma'am.
You have enjoyed a very rare privilege, young man.
Did you find what you were looking for?
You're not Rosebud, are you?
What?
Rosebud, and your name is Jennings, isn't it?
Goodbye, everybody. Thanks for the use of the hall.
Who's a busy man, me?
I'm chairman of the board.
I got nothing but time.
What do you want to know?
We thought maybe.... If we could find out what he meant by his last words as he was dying.
That "Rosebud"?
Maybe some girl?
There were a lot of them in the early days.
It's hardly likely that Mr. Kane could have met someone casually and then 50 years later, on his deathbed
Well, you're pretty young, Mr. Thompson.
A fellow will remember a lot of things you wouldn't think he'd remember.
You take me.
One day, back in 1896, I was crossing over to Jersey on the ferry and as we pulled out, there was another ferry pulling in and on it there was a girl waiting to get off.
A white dress she had on.
She was carrying a white parasol.
I only saw her for one second.
She didn't see me at all, but I'll bet a month hasn't gone by since that I haven't thought of that girl.
Who else have you been to see?
Well, I went down to Atlantic City.
Susie?
Thank you.
I called her myself the day after he died.
I thought maybe somebody ought to.
She couldn't even come to the phone.
I'll be seeing her again in a couple of days.
About Rosebud, Mr. Bernstein.
If you'd talk about anything connected with Mr. Kane that you can remember.
You were with him from the beginning.
From before the beginning, young fellow.
And now it's after the end.
Have you tried to see anybody except Susie?
I haven't seen anybody else, but I've been through Walter Thatcher's journal.
That man was the biggest fool I ever met.
He made an awful lot of money.
Well, it's no trick to make a lot of money if all you want is to make a lot of money.
You take Mr. Kane.
It wasn't money he wanted.
Thatcher never did figure him out.
Sometimes even I couldn't.
You know who you ought to see?
Mr. Leland.
He was Mr. Kane's closest friend.
They went to school together.
Harvard?
Oh, Harvard, Yale, Princeton, Cornell, Switzerland.
He was thrown out of a lot of colleges.
Mr. Leland never had a nickel.
One of those families where the father is worth $10 million then one day he shoots himself, and it turns out there's nothing but debts.
He was with Mr. Kane and me the first day Mr. Kane took over the Inquirer.
Take a good look at it, Jedediah.
It's going to look a lot different one of these days.
There ain't no bedrooms in this joint. That's a newspaper building.
You're getting paid, mister, for opinions or for hauling?
Jedediah.
After you, Mr. Kane.
Excuse me, sir, but I....
Welcome, Mr. Kane.
Welcome to the Inquirer, Mr. Kane.
I am Herbert Carter, the editor in chief.
Thank you, Mr. Carter.
This is Mr. Leland How do you do, Mr. Leland?
Our new dramatic critic. I hope I haven't made a mistake.
It is dramatic critic, right?
That's right.
Are they standing for me?
You? Oh, Mr. Kane.
Standing?
How do you do?
How do you do?
I thought it would be a nice little gesture.
Ask them to sit down, will you, please.
The new publisher.
You may resume your duties, gentlemen.
Thank you.
I didn't know your plans.
I don't know my plans myself.
Matter of fact, I haven't got any plans.
No? Except to get out a newspaper.
Mr. Bernstein.
Yes, Mr. Kane.
Mr. Carter, this is Mr. Bernstein.
Mr. Bernstein is my general manager.
How do you do, Mr. Carter?
Mr. Carter.
How do you do?
Yes, Mr. Bernstein.
Stein.
Kane.
Mr. Carter, is this your office?
My little private sanctum is at your disposal.
Excuse me.
But I don't think I understand.
Mr. Carter, I'm going to live right here in your office as long as I have to.
Live here?
Yes?
Excuse me.
But a morning newspaper, after all
Excuse me.
We're practically closed for 12 hours a day.
That's one of the things that's going to have to be changed here.
The news goes on for 24 hours a day. 24?
That's right.
Excuse me.
It's impossible....
I've drawn that cartoon. I'm no good as a cartoonist.
You certainly aren't.
You're the dramatic critic, Leland.
You still eating?
I'm still hungry.
Here's a front page story in the Chronicle about a Mrs. Harry Silverstone in Brooklyn who's missing.
She's probably murdered.
Why isn't there something about it in the Inquirer? We're running a newspaper...
I'm absolutely starving to death. ...not a scandal sheet.
That's all right.
Mr. Carter, here is a three column headline in the Chronicle.
Why hasn't the Inquirer a three column headline? The news wasn't big enough.
Mr. Carter, if the headline is big enough, it makes the news big enough.
That's right!
The murder of Mrs. Harry Silverstone
There's no proof that she was murdered, or dead.
It says she's missing. The neighbors are getting suspicious.
It's not our function to report the gossip of housewives.
If we were interested in that kind of thing, we could fill the paper twice over, daily.
That's the kind of thing we are going to be interested in from now on.
I want you to send your best man to see Mr. Silverstone.
Have him tell Mr. Silverstone if he doesn't produce his wife, Mrs. Silverstone the Inquirer will have him arrested.
Tell Mr. Silverstone he's a detective from....
Central Office.
The Central Office.
If Mr. Silverstone gets suspicious and asks to see your man's badge your man is to get indignant and call Mr. Silverstone an anarchist.
Loudly, so the neighbors can hear.
You ready for dinner, Jedediah?
I can't see that the function of a respectable newspaper
Thank you so much, Mr. Carter.
Goodbye.
Goodbye.
Paper!
Read all about it!
Read all about it in the early morning Chronicle.
The mystery of the lady that vanished in Brooklyn.
Read all about it in the early morning Chronicle.
We'll be on the street soon, Charlie, another 10 minutes.
Three hours and 50 minutes late, but we did it.
Tired?
A tough day.
A wasted day.
Wasted?
You only made the paper over four times tonight, that's all.
I've changed the front page a little, Mr. Bernstein. That's not enough.
There's something I've got to get into this paper besides pictures and print.
I've got to make the New York Inquirer as important to New York as the gas in that light.
What are you going to do, Charlie?
My Declaration of Principles.
Don't smile, Jedediah.
I've got it all written out here.
You don't want to make any promises you don't want to keep.
These'll be kept.
"I'll provide the people of this city...
"...with a daily paper that will tell all the news honestly.
"I will also provide " That's two sentences starting with "I."
People will know who's responsible and they'll get the truth in the Inquirer, quickly, simply and entertainingly.
No special interests will be allowed to interfere with that truth.
"I will also provide them with a fighting and tireless champion of their rights...
"...as citizens and as human beings."
Signed:
"Charles Foster Kane."
Can I have that, Charlie?
I'm going to print it.
Solly!
Yes, Mr. Kane?
I want you to run this editorial in a box on the front page.
This morning's front page?
That's right, Solly, that means we'll have to remake again.
Yes.
Go down and tell them.
All right.
When you're through with that, I'd like to have it back.
I'd like to keep that particular piece of paper myself.
I have a hunch it might turn out to be something pretty important.
A document...
Sure.
...like the Declaration of Independence and the Constitution and my first report card at school.
I know you're tired, gentlemen, but I brought you here for a reason.
This little pilgrimage will do us good.
Chronicle's a good idea for a newspaper.
Notice the circulation.
495,000.
With them, it's no trick to get circulation.
You're right.
You know how long it took the Chronicle to get that staff together?
Twenty years.
Twenty years?
Six years ago, I looked at a picture of the world's greatest newspaper men.
I felt like a kid in front of a candy store.
Tonight, six years later, I got my candy, all of it.
Welcome, gentlemen, to the Inquirer.
Make an extra copy of that picture and mail it to the Chronicle.
It'll make you all happy to learn that our circulation this morning was the greatest in New York: 684,000.
684,132.
I hope you'll forgive my rudeness in taking leave of you.
I'm going abroad next week for a vacation.
I've promised my doctor for sometime that I would leave when I could.
I now realize I can't.
Say, Mr. Kane, as long as you're promising there's a lot of pictures and statues in Europe you ain't bought yet.
You can't blame me, Mr. Bernstein.
They've been making statues for 2,000 years.
And I've only been buying for five.
Promise me, Mr. Kane.
I promise, Mr. Bernstein.
Thank you.
Mr. Bernstein?
You don't expect me to keep any of those promises, do you?
And now, gentlemen!
Your complete attention, if you please.
Are we going to declare war on Spain?
Oh, mama, here they come.
Shoot me while I'm happy.
I said, "Are we going to declare war on Spain, or are we not?"
The Inquirer already has.
You long faced, overdressed anarchist.
I'm not overdressed.
You are, too.
Mr. Bernstein, look at his necktie.
Let's have the song about Charlie.
Is there a song about Charlie?
Is there a song about you, Mr. Kane?
You buy a bag of peanuts in this town, you get a song written about you.
I've seen that fellow.
He's good.
Good evening, Mr. Kane.
"There is a man, a certain man
"What is his name?
"It's Charlie Kane, it's Mister Kane!
"He doesn't like that Mister He likes good old Charlie Kane"
Isn't it wonderful? Such a party.
Yes.
What's the matter?
Bernstein, these men who are now with the Inquirer who were with the Chronicle until yesterday
Oh, mama, please.
Give me that.
The blonde? No, the brunette.
Where did you learn that, Charlie?
Bernstein, these men who were with the Chronicle weren't they just as devoted to the Chronicle policy as they are now to our policies?
Sure, they're just like anybody else.
They got work to do, they do it.
Only they happen to be the best men in the business.
Do we stand for the same things the Chronicle stands for?
Certainly not.
Listen, Mr. Kane, he'll have them changed to his kind of newspapermen in a week.
There's always a chance, of course, that they'll change Mr. Kane.
Without his knowing it.
Mr. Leland, I got a cable from Mr. Kane!
I got a cable here from Mr. Kane.
What?
From Paris, France.
What?
From Paris, France.
Come on in.
"Who by his action has the traction magnates on the run"
It's a good thing he promised not to send back any more statues.
Look, he wants to buy the world's biggest diamond.
Why didn't you go to Europe with him?
He wanted you to.
Bernstein, am I a stuffed shirt?
Am I a horse faced hypocrite?
Am I a New England schoolmarm?
Yes.
If you thought I'd answer you different from what Mr. Kane tells you, I wouldn't.
"World's biggest diamond."
I didn't know Charlie was collecting diamonds.
He ain't.
He's collecting somebody that's collecting diamonds.
Anyway, he ain't only collecting statues.
"Welcome home, Mr. Kane...
"...from 467 employees of the New York Inquirer."
Welcome, Mr. Kane.
I know I've a moustache.
It looks awful.
Have we got a society editor?
Right here, Mr. Kane.
Miss Townsend is the society editor.
Miss Townsend, this is Mr. Charles Foster Kane.
Miss Townsend, I've been away so long. I don't know your routine.
I got a little social announcement.
I wish you wouldn't treat this any differently than you would any other social announcement.
Mr. Kane, on behalf of all the employees of the Inquirer
Mr. Bernstein, thank you very much, everybody, I....
I'm sorry, I can't accept it now.
Goodbye.
Say, he was in an awful hurry.
Hey, everybody, look out here.
Let's go to the window.
Mr. Leland!
Mr. Bernstein!
Yes, Ms. Townsend?
This announcement: "Mr. and Mrs. Thomas Monroe Norton...
"...announce the engagement of their daughter, Emily Monroe Norton...
"...to Mr. Charles Foster Kane."
Come on.
Emily Monroe Norton, she's the niece of the President of the United States.
President's niece?
Before he's through, she'll be a president's wife.
The way things turned out, I don't need to tell you.
Miss Emily Norton was no rosebud.
It didn't end very well, did it?
It ended.
Then there was Susie.
That ended, too.
You know, Mr. Thompson, I was thinking this Rosebud you're trying to find out about....
Yes?
Maybe that was something he lost.
Mr. Kane was a man who lost almost everything he had.
You ought to see Jed Leland.
Of course, he and Mr. Kane didn't exactly see eye to eye.
You take the Spanish American war.
I guess Mr. Leland was right.
That was Mr. Kane's war.
We didn't really have anything to fight about.
Do you think if it hadn't been for that war of Mr. Kane's we'd have the Panama Canal?
I wish I knew where Mr. Leland was.
A lot of the time now they don't tell me these things.
Maybe even he's dead.
In case you'd like to know he's at the Huntington Memorial Hospital on 180th Street.
You don't say.
I had Nothing particular the matter with him, they tell me, just....
Just old age.
It's the only disease that you don't look forward to being cured of.
I can remember absolutely everything, young man.
That's my curse.
That's one of the greatest curses ever inflicted on the human race: memory.
I was his oldest friend, and as far as I was concerned, he behaved like a swine.
Not that Charlie was ever brutal.
He just did brutal things.
Maybe I wasn't his friend, but if I wasn't, he never had one.
Maybe I was what you nowadays call a stooge.
You were about to say something about Rosebud.
Do you happen to have a good cigar?
I've got a young physician here who thinks I'm going to give up smoking.
No, I'm afraid I haven't.
Sorry.
I changed the subject, didn't I?
What a disagreeable old man I have become.
You're a reporter and you want to know what I think about Charlie Kane.
I suppose he had some private sort of greatness.
But he kept it to himself.
He never gave himself away.
He never gave anything away.
He just left you a tip.
He had a generous mind.
I don't suppose anybody ever had so many opinions.
But he never believed in anything except Charlie Kane.
He never had a conviction except Charlie Kane in his life.
I suppose he died without one.
That must have been pretty unpleasant.
Of course, a lot of us check out without having any special convictions about death.
But we do know what we're leaving.
We do believe in something.
Are you absolutely sure you haven't got a cigar?
Sorry, Mr. Leland.
Never mind.
What do you know about Rosebud? "Rosebud"?
His dying words: "Rosebud."
I saw that in the Inquirer.
I never believed anything I saw in the Inquirer.
Anything else? I can tell you about Emily.
I went to dancing school with Emily.
I was very graceful.
We were talking about the first Mrs. Kane.
What was she like?
She was like all the girls I knew in dancing school.
Very nice girl.
Emily was a little nicer.
After the first couple of months she and Charlie didn't see much of each other except at breakfast.
It was a marriage just like any other marriage.
You're beautiful.
I can't be.
Yes, you are.
You're very beautiful.
I've never been to six parties in one night before.
I've never been up this late.
It's a matter of habit.
What will the servants think?
That we enjoyed ourselves.
Why do you have to go straight off to the newspaper?
You never should've married a newspaperman, they're worse than sailors.
I absolutely adore you.
Charles, even newspapermen have to sleep.
I'll call Mr. Bernstein and have him put off my appointments till noon.
What time is it?
I don't know.
It's late.
It's early.
Charles....
Do you know how long you kept me waiting last night when you went to the newspaper for 10 minutes?
What do you do in a newspaper in the middle of the night?
My dear, your only correspondent is the Inquirer.
Sometimes I think I'd prefer a rival of flesh and blood. I don't spend that much time on the newspaper.
It isn't just the time.
It's what you print, attacking the President.
You mean Uncle John.
I mean the President of the United States.
He's still Uncle John and a well meaning fathead who's letting a pack of high pressure crooks run his administration.
This whole oil scandal He happens to be the President, not you.
That's a mistake that will be corrected one of these days.
Your Mr. Bernstein sent Junior the most incredible atrocity yesterday.
I simply can't have it in the nursery.
Mr. Bernstein is apt to pay a visit to the nursery now and then.
Does he have to?
Yes.
Really, Charles, people will think What I tell them to think.
Wasn't he ever in love with her?
He married for love.
Love.
That is why he did everything.
That's why he went into politics. It seems we weren't enough.
He wanted all the voters to love him, too.
All he wanted out of life was love.
That's Charlie's story.
How he lost it.
You see, he just didn't have any to give.
He loved Charlie Kane, of course.
Very dearly.
And his mother, I guess he always loved her.
How about his second wife?
Susan Alexander?
You know what Charlie called her?
The day after he'd met her, he told me about her.
He said she was "a cross section of the American public."
I guess he couldn't help it. She must have had something for him.
That first night, according to Charlie all she had was a toothache.
What are you laughing at, young lady?
What's the matter with you?
Toothache.
What?
Toothache.
Toothache?
You mean you've got a toothache.
What's funny about that?
You're funny, mister.
You've got dirt on your face.
Not dirt, it's mud.
Do you want some hot water?
I live right here.
What's that, young lady?
I said, if you wanted some hot water I could get you some...hot water.
All right, thank you very much.
Do I look any better now?
This medicine doesn't do a bit of good.
What you need is to get your mind off it.
Excuse me, but my landlady prefers me to keep this door open when I have a gentleman caller.
All right.
You have got a toothache, haven't you?
I surely have.
Why don't you try laughing at me again?
What?
I'm still pretty funny.
I know, but you don't want me to laugh at you.
I don't want your tooth to hurt, either.
Look at me.
See that?
What are you doing?
I'm wiggling both my ears at the same time.
That's it, smile.
It took me two solid years at the best boys' school in the world to learn that.
The fellow who taught me is now president of Venezuela.
That's it!
Is it a giraffe?
No, not a giraffe.
I bet it is.
What?
Well, then it's an elephant.
It's supposed to be a rooster.
A rooster!
You know an awful lot of tricks. Are you a professional magician?
No, I'm not a magician.
I was just joking.
You really don't know who I am?
You told me your name, Mr. Kane, but I'm awfully ignorant.
I guess you caught on to that.
I bet I've heard your name a million times.
You really like me, though, even though you don't know who I am?
I surely do.
You've been wonderful.
Without you I don't know what I would have done.
I had a toothache, and I don't know many people.
I know too many people.
I guess we're both lonely.
Want to know what I was going to do before I ruined my best Sunday clothes?
I bet they're not your best Sunday clothes. You probably have more.
I was just joking.
I was on my way to the Western Manhattan Warehouse in search of my youth.
You see, my mother died a long time ago.
Her things were put in storage out West.
There wasn't any other place to put them.
I thought I'd send for them now. Tonight I was going to take a look at them.
A sort of sentimental journey.
I run a couple of newspapers.
What do you do?
Me?
How old did you say you were?
I didn't say.
If you had, I wouldn't have asked you.
How old?
Pretty old.
How old?
Twenty two in August.
That's a ripe old age.
What do you do?
I work at Seligman's. I'm in charge of the sheet music.
Is that what you want to do?
No, I wanted to be a singer, I guess.
That is, I didn't. My mother did for me.
What happened to the singing?
Mother always thought, she always talked about grand opera for me.
Imagine.
But my voice isn't that kind. It's just, you know what mothers are like.
Yes.
Have you got a piano?
A piano?
Yes, there's one in the parlor.
Would you sing for me?
You wouldn't want to hear me sing.
Yes, I would.
Don't tell me your toothache is bothering you.
No, that's all gone.
All right.
There is only one man who can rid the politics of this state of the evil domination of Boss Jim Gettys.
I am speaking of Charles Foster Kane, the fighting liberal the friend of the workingman, the next governor of this state who entered upon this campaign. with one purpose only:
To point out and make public the dishonesty the downright villainy of Boss Jim W. Gettys' political machine now in complete control of the government of this state.
I made no campaign promises because, until a few weeks ago, I had no hope of being elected.
Now, however, I have something more than a hope.
Jim Gettys has something less than a chance.
Every straw vote every independent poll shows that I will be elected.
Now I can afford to make some promises.
The workingman and the slum child know they can expect my best efforts in their interests.
The decent, ordinary citizens know that I'll do everything in my power to protect the underprivileged, the underpaid, and the underfed.
Mother, is Pop governor yet?
Not yet, Junior.
I'd make my promises now if I weren't too busy arranging to keep them.
But here's one promise I'll make and Boss Jim Gettys knows I'll keep it.
My first official act as governor of this state will be to appoint a special district attorney to arrange for the indictment prosecution and conviction of Boss Jim W. Gettys.
If the election were held today, you'd be in by 100,000 votes.
Gettys isn't even pretending.
Pop. Hello, son.
He isn't just scared, he's sick.
It's beginning to dawn on Jim Gettys I mean what I say.
Did you like your old man's speech?
I could hear every word.
Hello, Emily.
Hold it.
Great speech, Mr. Kane.
Wonderful.
Will you get us a taxi?
I'm sending Junior home in the car with Oliver.
Good night, Father.
Goodbye, son.
Why did you send Junior home in the car?
What are you doing in a taxi?
There's a call I want you to make with me.
It can wait.
No, it can't.
What's this all about, Emily?
It may not be about anything at all.
I intend to find out. Where are you going?
I'm going to "185 West 74th Street."
If you wish, you may come with me.
I'll come with you.
I had no idea you had this flair for melodrama, Emily.
Come right in, Mr. Kane.
Charlie.
He forced me to send your wife that letter.
I didn't want to.
He's been saying the most terrible....
Mrs. Kane.
I don't suppose anybody would introduce us.
I'm Jim Gettys.
Yes?
I made Miss Alexander send you the note, Mrs. Kane.
She didn't want to at first.
But she did it.
Charlie, the things he said to me....
He threatened to
I won't wait until I'm elected.
To start with, I think I'll break your neck.
Maybe you can do it, and maybe you can't.
Your breaking this man's neck would scarcely explain this note:
"Serious consequences for Mr. Kane, for yourself and for your son."
He wanted to get her to come here What does this note mean?
I'm Susan Alexander. I know what you're thinking
What does this note mean, Ms. Alexander?
She don't know.
She sent it because I told her it wouldn't be smart not to.
Emily, this gentleman I'm not a gentleman.
Your husband is only trying to be funny calling me one.
I don't even know what a gentleman is.
You see, my idea of a gentleman....
If I owned a paper and didn't like the way somebody was doing things some politician, I'd fight him with all I had.
I wouldn't show him in a convict suit so his family could see his picture in the paper.
You're a cheap, crooked grafter We're talking now about what you are.
I'm fighting for my life, not just my political life.
He said unless you That's what I said.
Here's the chance I'm willing to give him. It's more of a chance than he'd give me.
Unless he decides by tomorrow that he's so sick he has to go away for a year Monday morning, all papers in the state, except his, will carry the story I'll give.
What story?
The story about him and Ms. Alexander.
There isn't any story!
Shut up.
We've got evidence that would look bad in the headlines.
Do you want me to give you the evidence?
I'd rather he withdrew without having the story published.
Not that I care about him, but I'd be better off that way.
So would you, Mrs. Kane.
What about me?
He said my name would be dragged through the mud. That everywhere I went
There seems to be only one decision you can make, Charles.
I'd say that it'd been made for you.
You can't tell me the voters of this state
I'm not interested in the voters of this state right now.
I am interested in our son.
Charlie, if they publish this story They won't.
Good night, Mr. Gettys.
Are you coming, Charles?
No.
I'm staying here.
I can fight this all alone.
If you don't listen to reason, it may be too late.
Too late?
For what?
For you and this public thief to take the love of the people away from me?
You got other things to think about. Your little boy.
You don't want him to read about you in the papers.
There's only one person in the world to decide what I'll do. And that's me.
You decided what you were going to do, Charles, some time ago.
You're making a bigger fool of yourself than I thought.
I've got nothing to say to you.
You're licked
Get out. If you want to see me, have the warden write me a letter.
If it was anybody else, I'd say what's going to happen to you would be a lesson to you.
Only you're going to need more than one lesson.
And you'll get more than one lesson.
Don't worry about me, Gettys.
Don't worry about me!
I'm Charles Foster Kane!
I'm no cheap, crooked politician trying to save himself from the consequences of his crimes!
Gettys!
I'm gonna send you to Sing Sing.
Sing Sing, Gettys.
Have you a car, Mrs. Kane?
Yes, thank you.
Good night.
Good night.
Paper.
Read all about it.
Paper?
No, thanks.
With a million majority already against him and the church counties still to be heard from I'm afraid we got no choice.
This one?
That one.
Good night again.
Is there anything I can No, thanks, Mr. Bernstein.
You better go home and get some sleep.
You, too.
Good night, Mr. Kane.
Hello, Jedediah.
I'm drunk.
If you've got drunk to talk to me about Ms. Alexander, don't bother.
I'm not interested.
I've set back the sacred cause of reform, is that it?
All right.
If that's the way they want it, the people have made their choice.
It's obvious the people prefer Jim Gettys to me.
You talk about the people as though you owned them.
As though they belong to you.
As long as I can remember, you've talked about giving the people their rights as if you could make them a present of liberty as a reward for services rendered.
Jed. You remember the workingman?
I'll get drunk, too, Jedediah if it'll do any good.
It won't do any good. Besides you never get drunk.
You used to write an awful lot about the workingman
Go on home.
He's turning into something called "organized labor."
You won't like that one little bit when you find out it means your workingman expects something as his right, and not your gift.
When your precious underprivileged really get together....
Oh, boy....
That'll add up to something bigger than your privilege then I don't know what you'll do.
Sail away to a desert island probably and lord it over the monkeys.
I wouldn't worry about it too much.
There'll probably be a few of them there to tell me when I do something wrong.
You may not always be so lucky.
You're not very drunk.
Drunk, what do you care?
You don't care about anything except you.
You persuade people that you love them so much that they ought to love you back.
Only you want love on your own terms.
It's something to be played your way, according to your rules.
Let me work on the Chicago paper.
What? You said you were looking for someone to do dramatic "crimitism," criticism.
I am drunk.
I want to go to Chicago.
You're too valuable here.
There's nothing left for me to do All right, you can go to Chicago.
Thank you.
I guess I'd better try to get drunk anyway.
I warn you, Jedediah, you won't like Chicago.
The wind comes off the lake, and they've probably never heard of Lobster Newburg.
Will Saturday after next be all right?
Anytime you say.
Thank you.
A toast to love on my terms.
Those are the only terms anybody knows:
His own.
Mr. Kane, I'm from the Inquirer.
What's that, young man?
Are you through with politics?
Am I through with politics?
I would say vice versa.
We're going to be an opera star.
Are you singing at the Metropolitan?
We certainly are.
Charlie said if I didn't, he'd build me an opera house.
That won't be necessary.
No, no, no!
Places, please!
Mr. Leland is writing it from the dramatic angle?
And we've covered it from the news end.
And the social.
How about the music notice?
Yes, it's already made up.
Mr. Mowan wrote a swell review.
Enthusiastic?
Yes, sir.
Mr. Kane. This is a surprise.
We've got two spreads of pictures.
The music notice on the front page?
But there's still one notice to come. The dramatic.
The dramatic notice.
Mr. Bernstein, that's Mr. Leland, isn't it?
Yes, we're waiting for it.
Where is he?
Right in there, Mr. Kane.
Mr. Kane.
Mr. Leland and Mr. Kane haven't spoken together for years.
You don't suppose There's nothing to suppose.
Excuse me.
Close the door.
He ain't been drinking before.
Never. We would have heard.
What does it say there?
The notice, what's he written?
"Miss Susan Alexander, a pretty but hopelessly incompetent amateur...
last night opened the new Chicago Opera House...
"...in a performance of...."
I still can't pronounce that name.
"Her singing, happily, is no concern of this department.
"Of her acting, it is absolutely impossible to...."
Go on.
That's all there is.
Of her acting it is absolutely impossible to say anything except that, in the opinion of this reviewer, it represents a new low.
In the opinion of this reviewer.
I didn't see that.
It isn't here, Mr. Bernstein, I'm dictating it.
Mr. Kane, I Get me a typewriter.
I'm going to finish Mr. Leland's notice.
Hello, Bernstein.
Hello.
Hello, Mr. Leland.
Where's my notice, Bernstein?
I've got to finish my notice.
Mr. Kane is finishing it for you.
Charlie?
Charlie out there?
I guess he's fixing it up.
I knew I'd never get that through.
Mr. Kane's finishing your review just the way you started it.
He's writing a bad notice like you wanted it to be.
I guess that'll show you.
Hello, Jedediah.
Hello, Charlie.
I didn't know we were speaking.
Sure we're speaking, Jedediah.
You're fired.
Everybody knows that story, Mr. Leland, but why did he do it?
How could a man write a notice You just don't know Charlie.
He thought that by finishing that notice he'd show me he was an honest man.
He was always trying to prove something.
That whole thing about Susie being an opera singer.
That was trying to prove something.
You know what the headline was the day before the election?
"Candidate Kane found in love nest with 'singer."'
He was going to take the quotes off the singer.
Hey, nurse!
Five years ago he wrote from that place down there in the South.
What's it called, Shangri la?
EI Dorado? Sloppy Joe's?
What's the name?
All right, Xanadu, I knew it all the time.
You caught on, didn't you?
I'm not that hard to see through.
Well, I never even answered his letter.
Maybe I should have.
I guess he was pretty lonely down there in that coliseum all those years.
He hadn't finished it when she left him.
He never finished it.
He never finished anything except my notice.
Of course, he built the joint for her.
That must have been love.
I don't know.
He was disappointed in the world so he built his own, an absolute monarchy.
It was something bigger than an opera house anyway.
Nurse.
Yes, Mr. Leland.
I'm coming.
There's one thing you can do for me.
Sure.
Stop at the cigar store on your way out, and get me a couple of good cigars.
Be glad to. Thank you.
One is enough.
When I was a young man, there was an impression that nurses were pretty.
Well, it was no truer then than it is today.
I'll take your arm.
All right.
You won't forget about those cigars?
I won't.
Have them wrapped like toothpaste, or they'll stop them at the desk.
You know that young doctor I was telling you about, well he's got an idea he wants to keep me alive.
I'd rather you'd just talk. Anything that comes into your mind about yourself and Mr. Kane.
You don't want to hear what comes into my mind about myself and Charlie Kane.
You know, maybe I shouldn't have sung for Charlie that first time I met him.
But I did an awful lot of singing after that.
I sang for teachers at $100 an hour.
The teachers got that, I didn't.
What did you get?
I didn't get a thing, except music lessons. That's all there was in it.
He married you, didn't he?
He didn't mention anything about marriage until after it was over and until it got in the papers about us and he lost the election, and that Norton woman divorced him.
He was really interested in my voice.
Why did he build that opera house?
I didn't want it.
I didn't want a thing.
It was his idea.
Everything was his idea except my leaving him.
"Don't forget"
Let's come back.
Look at me, Mrs. Kane, darling.
You're out of pitch.
Some people can sing.
Some can't.
Impossible.
It's not your job to give your opinion of Mrs. Kane's talents.
You're supposed to train her voice, Signor Matiste.
Please continue with the lesson.
But, Mr. Kane.
Please.
I'll be the laughingstock of the musical world.
People will think
You're concerned what people will think?
Perhaps I can enlighten you a bit.
I'm an authority on what people will think.
The newspapers for example.
I run several newspapers between here and San Francisco.
It's all right, darling.
Signor Matiste is going to listen to reason.
How can I persuade you You can't.
It's all right, darling, go ahead.
I thought you'd see it my way.
No, no, no.
? "Frappe"
Stop telling me he's your friend.
A friend don't write that kind of review.
All these other papers panning me, I could expect that.
But for the Inquirer to run a thing like that, spoiling my whole debut.
I'll get it.
Friend.
Not the kind of friends I know but I'm not high class like you.
And I never went to any swell schools.
That'll be enough, Susan.
From Mr. Leland, sir.
He wanted me to make sure you got this personally.
Is that something from him?
Charlie!
As for you, you ought to have your head examined.
Sending him a letter telling him he's fired with a $25,000 check in it.
What kind of firing do you call that?
You did send him a check for $25,000, didn't you?
Yes.
I sent him a check for $25,000.
What's that?
Declaration of Principles.
What?
What is it?
An antique.
You're awful funny, aren't you?
I'll tell you one thing you're not going to be funny about, and that's my singing.
I'm through.
I never wanted to do it in the first place.
You'll continue with your singing, Susan.
I don't propose to have myself made ridiculous.
You don't propose to have yourself made ridiculous!
What about me?
I'm the one that has to sing.
I'm the one that gets the raspberries.
Why don't you leave me alone?
My reasons satisfy me, Susan.
You seem unable to understand them.
I will not tell them to you again.
You'll continue with your singing.
Get Dr. Corey.
Susan.
She'll be perfectly all right in a day or two, Mr. Kane.
I can't imagine how Mrs. Kane came to make such a foolish mistake.
The sedative Dr. Wagner gave her was in a somewhat larger bottle.
The strain of preparing for the new opera has excited and confused her.
Yes, I'm sure that was it.
No objections to my staying with her are there?
No, not at all.
I'd like the nurse to be here, too.
Good night, Mr. Kane.
Charlie.
I couldn't make you see how I felt, Charlie.
But I couldn't go through with the singing again.
You don't know what it means to know that people....
That the whole audience doesn't want you.
That's when you got to fight them.
All right.
You won't have to fight them anymore.
It's their loss.
What are you doing?
Jigsaw puzzles?
Charlie, what time is it?
11:30.
In New York?
I said what time is it in New York?
11 :30.
Night?
The Bulldog's just gone to press.
Well, hurray for the Bulldog.
Gee, 11:30.
Shows are just getting up.
People are going to nightclubs and restaurants.
Of course, we're different because we live in a palace.
You always said you wanted to live in a palace.
A person could go crazy in this dump.
Nobody to talk to, nobody to have any fun with.
49,000 acres of nothing but scenery and statues.
I'm lonesome.
Until yesterday, we've had no less than 50 of your friends at any one time.
I think if you look in the west wing you'll probably find a dozen vacationists still in residence.
You make a joke out of everything.
Charlie, I want to go to New York.
I'm tired of being a hostess.
I want to have fun. Please, Charlie.
Charlie, please.
Our home is here, Susan.
I don't care to visit New York.
What are you doing?
One thing I can never understand:
How do you know you haven't done it before?
It makes a whole lot more sense than collecting statues.
You may be right.
I sometimes wonder but you get into the habit.
It's not a habit, I do it because I like it.
I thought we might have a picnic tomorrow.
Invite everybody to spend the night at the Everglades.
Invite everybody.
Order everybody, you mean, and make them sleep in tents.
Who wants to sleep in tents when they've got their own room with a bath, where they know where everything is?
I thought we might have a picnic tomorrow.
You never give me anything I really care about.
Sure, you give me things, but that don't mean anything to you.
You're in a tent, darling, you're not at home.
I can hear you very well if you speak in a normal tone of voice.
What's the difference between giving me a bracelet or giving someone $100,000 for a statue you'll keep crated up and never look at?
It's just money.
It doesn't mean anything.
You never really gave me anything that you care about.
I want you to stop this.
I'm not going to stop it.
You never gave me anything in your life.
You just tried to buy me into giving you something.
Whatever I do, I do because I love you.
You don't love me.
You want me to love you.
Sure. "I'm Charles Foster Kane.
"Whatever you want, just name it and it's yours.
"But you gotta love me."
Don't tell me you're sorry.
I'm not sorry.
Mr. Kane?
Mrs. Kane would like to see you, sir.
Marie has been packing for her since morning.
Tell Arnold I'm ready, Marie.
Tell him he can get the bags.
Yes, madame.
Have you gone completely crazy?
Don't you know that our guests, that everyone will know about this?
Packed your bag, sent for the car
And left you?
Of course they'll hear.
I'm not saying goodbye, except to you.
But I never imagined people wouldn't know.
I won't let you go.
Goodbye, Charlie.
Susan.
Please don't go.
Please, Susan.
From now on, everything will be exactly the way you want it to be.
Not the way I think you want it, but your way.
You mustn't go.
You can't do this to me.
I see.
It's you that this is being done to.
It's not me at all.
Not what it means to me.
I can't do this to you?
Oh, yes, I can.
In case you haven't heard, I lost all my money and it was plenty.
The last 10 years have been difficult for many.
They haven't been tough on me.
I just lost all my money.
You're going down to Xanadu?
Monday, with boys from the office.
Mr. Rawlston wants the whole place photographed.
We run a picture magazine.
If you're smart, you'll get in touch with Raymond.
He's the butler.
You'll learn a lot from him.
He knows where all the bodies are buried.
You know, all the same, I feel kind of sorry for Mr. Kane.
Don't you think I do?
What do you know, it's morning already.
Come around and tell me the story of your life sometime.
Rosebud?
I'll tell you about Rosebud.
How much is it worth to you?
$1,000?
Well, I'll tell you, Mr. Thompson.
He acted funny sometimes, you know?
No, I didn't.
Yes, he did crazy things sometimes.
I've been working for him 11 years now in charge of the whole place, so I ought to know.
Rosebud.
Yes.
Like I tell you, the old man acted kind of funny sometimes but I knew how to handle him Need a lot of service?
But I knew how to handle him.
Like that time his wife left.
Rosebud.
I see.
And that's what you know about Rosebud?
I heard him say it that other time, too.
He just said:
"Rosebud."
Then he dropped the glass ball and it broke on the floor.
He didn't say anything after that, and I knew he was dead.
He said all kinds of things that didn't mean anything.
Sentimental fellow, aren't you?
Yes and no.
That isn't worth $1,000.
You can keep on asking questions if you want to.
We're leaving tonight when we're through taking pictures.
Allow yourself plenty of time.
The train stops at the junction on signal, but they don't like to wait.
I can remember when they'd wait all day if Mr. Kane said so.
Better get going.
Can we come down?
Yes, hurry up.
We're leaving.
How much do you think this is all worth, Mr. Thompson?
Millions.
If anybody wants it.
Well, at least he brought all this stuff to America.
What's that?
Another Venus.
$25,000.
A lot of money to pay for a dame without a head.
The banks are out of luck?
They'll clear all right.
He never threw anything away.
"Welcome home, Mr. Kane, from 467 employees of the New York Inquirer."
"One stove from the estate of Mary Kane, Little Salem, Colorado.
We're supposed to get everything, junk as well as art.
He sure liked to collect things.
Anything and everything.
A regular crow, eh?
Hey, look, a jigsaw puzzle.
We got a lot of those.
A Burmese temple and three Spanish ceilings down the hall.
Part of a Scotch castle that needs to be unwrapped.
Put all this stuff together:
The palaces and the paintings, and the toys and everything.
What would it spell?
Charles Foster Kane?
Or Rosebud.
How about it, Jerry?
What's Rosebud?
That's what he said when he died.
Did you ever find out what it means?
No, I didn't.
What did you find out about him?
Not much, really.
We'd better get started.
What have you been doing all this time?
Playing with a jigsaw puzzle.
If you'd discovered what Rosebud meant, I bet it would've explained everything.
No, I don't think so.
No.
He was a man who got everything he wanted, and then lost it.
Maybe Rosebud was something he couldn't get or something he lost.
It wouldn't have explained anything.
I don't think any word can explain a man's life.
No.
I guess Rosebud is just a piece in a jigsaw puzzle.
A missing piece.
Come on, everybody we'll miss the train.
Throw that junk in.
Maybe I was what you nowadays call a stooge.
Everything was his idea except my leaving him.
I've got his trunk all packed.
I've had it packed for a week now.
Sometimes I think I'd prefer a rival of flesh and blood.
You're gonna need more than one lesson.
And you'll get more than one lesson.
Who's a busy man, me?
I'm chairman of the board.
I got nothing but time.
What do you want to know?
We thought....
If we could find out what he meant by his last words as he was dying....
Sentimental fellow, aren't you?
Yes and no.
"I think it would be fun to run a newspaper."
"I think it would be fun to run a newspaper."
Through the snow and sleet and hail through the blizzard, through the gale through the wind and through the rain over mountain, over plain through the blinding lightning flash and the mighty thunder crash ever faithful, ever true nothing stops him.
He'll get through.
Look out for Mr. Stork that persevering chap
He'll come along and drop a bundle in your lap
You may be poor or rich It doesn't matter which
Millionaires, they get theirs like the butcher and the baker
So look out for Mr. Stork and let me tell you, friend
Don't try to get away He'll find you in the end
He'll spot you out in China or he'll fly to County Cork
So you'd better look out for Mr. Stork
Look out for Mr. Stork He's got you on his list
And when he comes around it's useless to resist
Remember those quintuplets and the woman in the shoe
Maybe he's got his eye on you
All aboard. All aboard.
All aboard. Let's go.
Casey Junior's comin' down the track Comin' down the track with a smoky stack
Hear him puffiin' comin' round the hill
Casey's here to thrill every Jack and Jill
Every time his funny little whistle sounds
Everybody hurries to the circus grounds
Time for lemonade and Cracker Jack
Casey Junior's back Casey Junior's back
Now let me see.
Must be right around here somewhere.
I hope. Ah, watch it there.
On the treetop
Where are we here?
Oh, here.
Highway 61, four miles to the gas station Turn left Da-da da-da-da de
Ah. That must be it.
Well, little fella, let's get goin'.
Mrs. Jumbo. Oh, Mrs. Jumbo.
Calling Mrs. Jumbo.
Mrs. Jumbo?
Oh. My.
Mrs. Jumbo.
Oh, where's that Mrs. Jum... - Yoo-hoo. Yoo-hoo.
Over here. - This way, boy. In here.
In here. - Yoo-hoo.
This is the place. - Whew. At last.
Which one of you ladies is expecting?
Hmph. Not me. - The very idea.
Certainly not. Over there, of course.
Yes, of course. Right over there. Oh.
Here is a baby with eyes of blue straight from heaven right to you.
Or: Straight from heaven up above here is a baby for you to love.
Sign here, please.
Uh, yeah. Well... Oh.
Uh, one moment, please. This is still part of the service.
Happy Birthday to you
Ah, Happy Birthday to you
Ah, Happy Birthday, dear
Ah, dear Dear me. What's his name?
Jumbo. Junior. Oh.
Jumbo Junior, huh? Ahem. Jumbo Junior.
Happy Birthday, dear Jumbo Junior
Happy Birthday
To-oo-oo-oo-oo-oo-oo-oo You...
Oh, do hurry, dear.
- I'm on pins and needles.
Isn't it thrilling?
- I'm all a-flutter.
Ah, this is a proud, proud day.
Well, hurry and open it, dearie. - I'm just dying to see. Oh.
- Look at him.
Look at him.
Oh, what a... Oh, look.
Oh, you sweet little thing. - He is cute, isn't he?
Oh, he is a darling little baby.
Adorable. Simply adorable.
Did you ever see anything so cunning?
Isn't he a darling.
Is it possible?
- Isn't there some mistake?
Just look at those, those... E-A-R-S.
Those what? Oh, ears.
These.
Aren't they funny? Oh.
Oh, my goodness. - What a temper.
Oh, what did I do? Well, tell me.
Did I say anything?
- Perfectly harmless remark.
I just said that they're funny, and they are funny.
They certainly are. - After all, who cares about her precious little Jumbo?
Jumbo?
You mean Dumbo.
Dumbo.
Dumbo, I say. - That's good.
Dumbo. That's good. - Dumbo.
I think I can. I think I can. I think I can.
I think I can. I think I can. I think I can.
I thought I could. I thought I could. I thought I could.
We work all day We work all night We never learned to read or write We're happy-hearted roustabouts
When other folks have gone to bed We slave until we're almost dead
We're happy-hearted roustabouts
We don't know when we get our pay
And when we do we throw our pay away
When we get our pay we throw our money all away
We get our pay when children say With happy hearts It's circus day today
Then we get our pay just watching kids on circus day
Muscles aching Back near breaking
Eggs and bacon's what we need...
Yes, sir. - Boss man houndin'
For your bread and keep
There ain't no letup
Got to set up
Pull that canvas
Drive that stake
Want to doze off Get them clothes off
But must keep awake Hep.
Heave. Hep. Heave.
Hep. Heave. Hep.
Swing that sledge Sing that song
Work and laugh the whole night long
You happy-hearted roustabouts
Big top rounding' into shape
Keep on workin' Stop that shirkin' Grab that rope, you hairy ape
Poundin: poundin'
Jostling and juggling. Fifteen minutes.
Step right up and get your tickets. Hurry, hurry now.
Hurry to the big sideshow. That's why you go under the big top.
Fifteen big attractions that you can't see anywhere else in the world.
The greatest collection in the entire world.
And the greatest comedies are featured and assembled for your entertainment.
Ain't that the funniest thing you ever saw? Look at his ears. Hey, guys, look it.
Smitty's an elephant.
Aw, let me see. - Boo.
You can't hide him from us.
- Yeah, his ears are still stickin' out. Come on.
- We wanna see him.
We wanna laugh.
- Sure, that's what we came for.
Hey, the biggest slingshot in the world. Hey.
Cut that out. - Hey, let's get out of here.
You're hurting me. Help. - Here, you.
What's going on? Down.
Mrs. Jumbo, down.
Surround her. Tie her down.
Get down.
Calm down. Tie her down.
Darling, it was so funny. Oh, my dear, can you bear it?
When she doused the ringmaster, I just thought I'd die.
Well, personally, I think she went a bit too far.
After all, one mustn't forget one is a lady.
Oh, you're right, dear. Yes.
- Oh, that's very true.
Oh, well, I suppose that's mother love.
But it's certainly no excuse for what she did. Mother love might cover a multitude of sins.
It's true, my dear, and she has such a streak in...
A guy can't eat in peace. Yes, but mother love does...
Gab, gab, gab. Always gossiping'.
Girls, girls. Listen.
Have I got a trunk full of dirt.
Well, darling, tell us all.
- Go on, go on.
Well, I heard today that they have put her in solitary confinement. No.
- You don't mean it.
Oh, how awful for her.
Well, I-I must say, I-I don't blame her for anything.
You're absolutely right. It's all the fault of that little... F-R-E-A-K.
Yes, him with those ears that only a mother could love. What's the matter with his ears?
I don't see nothin' wrong with 'em. I think they're cute.
Ladies, ladies. It's no laughing matter at all. Oh.
Oh, she's right, girls.
Don't forget that we elephants have always walked with dignity.
His disgrace is our own shame.
Yes, that's true. That's very true.
- Oh, indeed it is.
Well, frankly, I wouldn't eat at the same bale of hay with him. No.
Right.
- Me either, dearie.
I should say. - Nor I. That's just how I feel about it.
Here he comes now. Hmm.
Pretend you don't see him.
How do ya like that?
Givin' him the cold shoulder.
Poor little guy.
There he goes, without a friend in the world.
Nobody to turn to.
Oh, I'll do somethin' about this.
A mouse.
So ya like to pick on little guys, huh? Well, why don't you pick on me?
A proud race. Overstuffed hay bags.
Still afraid of a mouse.
Ho-ho, boy. Wait'll I tell the little guy.
Where is he? Oh.
Hey, Dumbo.
You can come out now. Golly. Maybe I scared him too.
Look, Dumbo. I'm your friend.
Come on out, won't ya?
You're not really afraid of little me, are ya?
Ya are?
Must've overdid it in there.
Don't know my own strength sometimes.
Dumbo. Look what I got for ya.
Uh-uh-uh-uh. Ya gotta come out first.
Too bad ya don't trust me, 'cause I thought uh, well, you... you and me, uh, we might get your mother out of the clink.
Oh, but I guess you wouldn't be interested. So long, Dumbo.
Well, that's more like it.
Ya know, your ma ain't crazy. She's just brokenhearted.
It ain't nobody's fault you got them big ears.
Uh-oh. Boy, I stepped in it that time. Aw, gee, Dumbo.
Sure. As a matter of fact, I think they're very decorative.
You know, lots of people with big ears are famous.
Ho-ho, boy. All we gotta do is build an act. Make ya a star.
Dumbo the Great.
Uh-oh. The great what?
Ya know, Dumbo, we gotta get an idea.
Not just any idea. Something colossal, like, uh...
Have I got an idea. What an idea. Huh.
He never had an idea in his life. Just visualize:
One elephant climbs up on top of another elephant until finally all 17 elephants have constructed an enormous pyramid of pachyderms.
I step out.
I blow the whistle. Yeah.
- The trumpets are trumpeting.
Yeah.
- And now...
Yeah? What is the climax?
Hmm. I don't know.
I knew he never had nothin'.
Well, maybe it comes to me in a vision while I dream.
Good night, Joe.
- Good night, Boss.
Climax. Climax.
Dumbo, you're a climax.
I'll be back in a minute.
I am the voice of your subconscious mind.
Your inspiration.
Now, concentrate.
Remember?
Your pyramid of elephants are standing in the ring waiting' for a climax. Climax.
- You are now getting that climax.
Climax.
- How's the reception?
Comin' through okay? Good.
Suddenly, from the sidelines, comes your climax. Climax.
- Gallopin' across the arena.
- He jumps from a springboard to a platform.
At the very pinnacle of your pyramid, he waves a flag for a glorious finish.
Finish?
- And who is your climax?
The little elephant with the big ears.
The world's mightiest midget mastodon. Dumbo.
What?
Dumbo.
- Dumbo.
Dumbo.
- Dumbo.
Dumbo.
- Dumbo.
I got it. I got it.
Ladies and gentlemen we will now present for your entertainment the most stupendous, magnificent super-colossal spectacle.
On this tiny little, insignificant ball we will construct for you a pyramid, not of wood, not of stone...
To hear him talk, you'd think he was going to do it.
but a living, breathing...
- The stuffed shirt.
pyramid of ponderous, pulsating pulchritudinous pachyderms.
I give you the elephants.
Aren't we a bit clumsy?
Gaining a little weight, aren't you, honey?
You're no cream puff yourself, dearie.
Quiet up there. Tend to your work, girls.
Take your foot out of my eye, clumsy ox.
Steady, girls.
Boy, that was a close one.
They're almost ready now, Dumbo. Don't forget to wave that flag.
Okay, okay. Don't wave it no more. I saw ya.
Now, look. All ya gotta do is run out, see?
Jump on the springboard.
All right, now show me just how you're gonna do it.
That's it. Attaboy. That's the stuff.
Oh, oh, oh, oh, oh, oh, oh, oh. Dumbo.
Oh, those ears. We gotta do somethin', quick.
Ladies and gentlemen you have now seen the impossible accomplished in front of your faces.
Seven jungle giants each one weighing not...
That windbag.
Why doesn't he come to the point?
- 7,500 pounds.
And now, I present the world's smallest little elephant who will spring from this springboard in one spring to the top of this pyramid, waving his little flag for a grand climax.
Ladies and gentlemen...
I give you Dumbo.
Go on. Get goin'.
What's the matter with you? Dumbo.
That's your cue.
You're on, Dumbo.
Out of my way, assassin.
Dear. - Ohh.
I never thought I'd live to see the big top fall.
Because of that Dumbo, I never can show my face there again.
Oh, look at my beautiful tail.
I'd just like to spank the daylights out of him... Ah.
Oh, that won't be necessary, dearie.
They fixed him good.
What do you mean?
- Wh-What did they do?
Did they beat him?
- What is it, darling? Tell us.
- Come, come.
I demand to know. Oh.
Well, they've gone and made him...
Oh, dear, I just can't say it. - Out with it.
Made him a clown.
A clown?
No.
- Yes.
Oh, the shame of it.
Let us take the solemn vow.
From now on, he is no longer an elephant.
Please. Help me save my poor baby.
Whoo. Save my child.
Hey, hey, hey, hey. Where are you? Yoo-hoo.
Save my ba...
Come on. Jump.
- We'll save you. Hurry up. Hurry up.
- We'll save you.
Go on.
Jump.
- We'll save ya.
Boy, oh, boy, did we wow 'em out there.
What a performance.
- Are we good?
Thirteen curtain calls. Thirteen.
Yeah, sure brought down the house, all right.
Oh, Mama, did we panic 'em. Ask me, Joey. Go ahead.
You said it. We rolled 'em in the aisles.
Boy, oh, boy, what an act. - Oh, 'what an act' is right.
Stupendous, I call it.
They'll have more respect for us clowns now.
Yeah, yeah, you bet.
- Here, boys.
This calls for a real celebration. Come and get it. Poison.
Am I thirsty.
- I could use one of them myself.
This one's on Dumbo.
- Yeah, Dumbo.
Dumbo.
- Here's plaster in his eyes. See?
They're drinkin' a toast to ya.
Yeah. You're a big hit.
Why, uh, you're terrific.
Oh, you're colossal. Stupendous.
Come on. Alley-oop. I gotta wash behind your ears.
You ought a be proud. You're a success.
Look. A peanut.
Come on. Eat it. Got lots of vitamins.
Give ya a lot of, uh, pep.
Oh-ho-ho. I forgot to tell ya.
Why, we're goin' over to see your mother.
I made an appointment for ya. Didn't I tell ya? Huh.
Just like me. I must have forgot. Come on.
Oh. Right over there.
Cozy little place, ain't it?
Mrs. Jumbo. I hope she's in.
Someone to see ya.
Baby mine
Don't you cry
Baby mine
Dry your eyes
Rest your head Close to my heart
Never to part
Baby of mine
Little one
When you play
Don't you mind
What they say
Let those eyes
Sparkle and shine
Never a tear Baby of mine
From your head To your toes Baby mine
You're so sweet goodness knows Baby mine...
You are so
- Baby, baby, baby...
Precious to me - Mine
Cute as can be baby of mine
Baby mine
Here ya are. Pour it in me slipper, Joey.
Boy, I can't get over the way we rolled 'em in the aisles.
Just wait'll we hit the big town. - This gives me an idea.
Let's raise the platform the elephant jumps off of. Yeah.
If they laugh when he jumps 20 feet they'll laugh twice as hard if he jumps 40 feet.
Yeah, that's right.
That's right. - Simple mathematics.
Let's make it 80 feet.
- Don't be a piker. 180.
Make it 300. - A thousand.
Yeah, that's good.
- Hey, be careful.
You'll hurt the little guy. - Aw, go on.
Elephants ain't got no feelings.
- No, they're made of rubber.
This idea is sensational. Let's go tell the boss.
Yeah, yeah, yeah.
- Come on. Let's go. Hey, hey.
Let's hit him for a raise.
Yeah, sure. This is worth real dough.
Oh, we're gonna hit the big boss for a raise
Yes, we're gonna hit the big boss for a raise
Oh, we're gonna get more money 'cause we know that we're funny
We're gonna hit the big boss for a raise
I know how ya feel, Dumbo, but you gotta pull yourself together.
What would your mother think of ya, if she saw you crying like this?
Remember, you come of a proud race. Why you're a-a-a... a pachyderm and pachyderms don't cry.
What's cryin' get ya anyhow?
Nothin' but the hiccups. There.
Ya see?
Well, ain't nothin' a little water won't cure.
Oops-a-daisy. We'll have ya fixed up in a jiffy.
Come on.
Here. Take a trunk full. Listen, little fella.
We may have had a lot of hard luck up till now but you and me is gonna do big things together.
Hold your breath. Why, your mother's gonna be so proud of ya.
I'm gonna be proud of ya too.
The whole circus is gonna be proud of ya. Now, what do ya think of that? Swallow it.
Ho-ho.
They can't keep us down. Oh, I guess you had one little one left over.
Dumbo, we'll bounce back so ha...
Hey, what's the matter with you?
What kind of water is this, anyhow?
Balloonies.
Hiya, George.
That's a pretty schstrick schlick.
All right. Let's see ya blow a square one, pal.
Say, that's very, very clever.
Now blow a great big one.
That's a pretty sh... Hey.
Dumbo.
You see what I see?
Look out, look out Pink elephants on parade
Here they come Hippity-hoppity
They're here and there Pink elephants everywhere
Look out, look out
They're walking around the bed on their head
Clippity-cloppity Arrayed in braid
Pink elephants on parade...
What'll I do
- What'll I do
What an unusual view
I can stand the sight of worms and look at microscopic germs
But Technicolor pachyderms is really too much for me
I am not the type to faint
When things are odd or things are quaint
But seein' things you know there ain't
Can certainly give you an awful fright
What a sight Chase 'em away, chase 'em away
I'm afraid, need your aid Pink elephants on parade...
Hey, hey, hey - Pink elephants
Pink elephants
Pink elephants...
Well, looky here, looky here. - My, my.
Why, this is most irregular. Well, I just can't believe my eyes.
They ain't dead, is they? - No.
Dead people don't snore.
Or do they?
Step aside, brother. Uh, what's cookin' 'round here?
What's the good news?
What's frying', boy?
Just look down there, brother. - And prepare yourself for a shock.
Well, hush my beak. - Go ahead.
Wake 'em up, brother. Yeah.
Find out what they're doin' up here. Yeah.
- And 'ax' them what they want.
Okay, boys. Leave it to me.
Ohh. Those pink elephants. Ho.
Pink elephants? Mm-mmm.
What's so funny?
What are you boys doin' down here, anyway?
What are we doin' down here?
Well, hear him talk.
Go on. Fly up a tree where you belong.
Say, look here, Brother Rat.
- Brother Rat?
Now listen. I ain't your brother and I ain't no rat, see?
Uh-huh.
And I suppose you and no elephant ain't up in no tree, either. No.
No, me and no tree ain't up no... Huh?
Tree?
Yo.
Dumbo.
Dumbo. Wake up.
Wake up, Dumbo.
Don't look now, but I think we're up in a tree.
Aw, don't pay no attention to them scarecrows.
Come on, Dumbo. Let's get back to the circus.
So long, boy.
But I wonder how we ever got up in that tree, anyway.
Now, let's see.
Elephants can't climb trees, can they?
Nah, nah, that's ridiculous.
Couldn't jump up. Mm-mm. It's too high.
Hey there, son. Maybe you all flew up.
Maybe we flew up. Yeah, maybe we...
That's it. Dumbo. You flew.
Boy, am I stupid. Why didn't I think of this before? Your ears.
Just look at 'em, Dumbo. Why, they're perfect wings.
The very things that held ya down are gonna carry ya up and up and up.
I can see it all now. Dumbo, the Ninth Wonder of the Universe.
The world's only flyin' elephant.
Did you ever see an elephant fly?
Well, I've seen a horsefly.
- Ah, I've seen a dragonfly.
Hee-hee. I've seen a housefly. - Yeah.
See, I've seen all that too.
I've seen a peanut stand and heard a rubber band.
I seen a needle that winked its eye.
But I be done seen about ever'thing When I see a elephant fly...
What'd you say, boy?
- I said when I see a elephant fly
I seen a front porch swing heard a diamond ring
I seen a polka-dot railroad tie
But I be done seen 'bout ever'thing When I see a elephant fly...
I saw a clotheshorse He rear up and buck
And they tell me that a man made a vegetable truck
I didn't see that I only heard
Just to be sociable I'll take your word...
I heard a fireside chat
- I saw a baseball bat
And I just laughed till I thought I'd die
But I be done seen 'bout ever'thing When I see a elephant fly
But I be done seen 'bout ever'thing When I see a elephant fly
With the wind.
When I see a elephant
Fly
All right, you wise birds. This has gone far enough.
Quiet, gentlemen.
The Reverend Rodent is gonna address you.
You ought a be ashamed of yourselves.
A bunch of big guys like you pickin' on a poor little orphan like him.
Suppose you was torn away from your mother when you was just a baby nobody to tuck you in at nights no warm, soft, caressing' trunk to snuzzle into.
How would you like to be left out alone in a cold, cruel, heartless world?
And why?
I ask ya, why?
Just because he's got those big ears, they call him a freak.
The laughingstock of the circus.
Then when his mother tried to protect him they threw her into the clink.
And on top of that, they made him a clown.
Socially, he's washed up.
Ah, but what's the use of talkin' to you coldhearted birds?
Go ahead. Have your fun.
Laugh at him. Kick him, now that he's down.
Go on.
We don't care.
Come on, Dumbo.
Hey, brother, w-w-wait a minute.
Uh, don't go away feelin' like that. We done seen the light.
You boys is okay. Please, you've done enough.
Well, but we're all fixing' to help you. Uh, ain't that the truth, boys?
Well, it sure is. - Uh, yeah, that...
You're right.
You wanna make the elephant fly, don't ya?
Well, you gotta use a lot of' choplogic. You know, psychology.
Now, here's what you do. First, you, uh...
And then, right after that, you, uh... Use the magic feather. Catch on?
The magic feather?
Yeah, I gotcha.
Dumbo. Look. Have I got it.
The magic feather. Now you can fly.
Let's go. Let's go.
Heave ho. Heave ho.
- Let's go, Dumbo.
Let's go. Let's go. - Come on now.
Up, down.
Up, down. - Heave ho.
One, two, One, two.
One, two. - Heave ho.
Faster, faster.
Get up flying' speed.
Retract your landing gear. Raise your fuselage. Take off.
Aw, it's no use, Dumbo.
I guess it's just another one of their... Look.
Hot diggity.
You're flyin'.
You're flyin'.
Uh, why, he flies just like a eagle.
That's better than a airplane.
Brother, now I've seen everything.
But I be done seen about everything When I see a elephant fly
With the wind.
When I see a elephant Fly
Dumbo, I knew you could do it.
Wait'll we get to the big town.
Boy, them city folks is sure in for a surprise.
Poor baby. Whoo.
Come on. Jump. Come on.
- We'll save ya.
Hurry up.
- We'll save ya.
Come on. Jump.
- Come on.
Look at that house.
Dumbo, you're standing on the threshold of success. Don't look down. It'll make you dizzy.
Boy, are they in for a surprise. Ho-ho.
Got the magic feather? Good.
Okay. Contact.
Take off.
Uh-oh. The magic feather.
Dumbo, come on. Fly. Open them ears.
The magic feather was just a gag. You can fly.
Honest, you can. Hurry. Open 'em up.
Please.
Whee. We did it. We did it.
Let's show 'em, Dumbo. Power dive.
Now, loop the loop.
You're makin' history.
I've seen a peanut stand heard a rubber band
I've seen a needle that winked its eye
But I be done seen About everything When I see an elephant fly...
Oh, my - When I see
When I see
When I see an elephant fly...
Mmm, look at him go.
- When I see an elephant fly...
Happy landing', son. - Yippee.
When I see a elephant fly
I wish I'd have got his autograph.
Oh, man, I got his autograph. Well, so long, glamour boy.
I am packing my belongings in the shawl my mother used to wear when she went to the market, and I am going from my valley, and this time, I shall never return.
I am leaving behind me my 50 years of memory.
Memory.
Strange that the mind will forget so much of what only this moment has passed and yet hold clear and bright the memory of what happened years ago, of men and women long since dead.
Yet who shall say what is real and what is not?
Can I believe my friends all gone when their voices are still a glory in my ears?
No, and I will stand to say no and no again, for they remain a living truth within my mind.
There is no fence nor hedge 'round time that is gone.
You can go back and have what you like of it if you can remember.
So I can close my eyes on my valley as it is today, and it is gone, and I see it as it was when I was a boy.
Green it was and possessed of the plenty of the earth.
In all Wales, there was none so beautiful.
Everything I ever learnt as a small boy came from my father, and I never found anything he ever told me to be wrong or worthless.
The simple lessons he taught me are as sharp and clear in my mind as if I had heard them only yesterday.
In those days, the black slag, the waste of the coal pits, had only begun to cover the side of our hill, not yet enough to mar the countryside nor blacken the beauty of our village,
for the colliery had only begun to poke its skinny black fingers through the green.
I can hear even now the voice of my sister Angharad.
Coal miners were my father and all my brothers, and proud of their trade.
Gwilym Morgan, £3 and 7.
Thank you, sir.
Lanto Morgan, £3 and 7.
Ivor Morgan, £3 and 7.
Davy Morgan, £2 and 5.
Owen Morgan, £2 and 5.
Young Gwilym Morgan, £1 and 10.
Someone would strike up a song, and the valley would ring with the sound of many voices, for singing is in my people as sight is in the eye.
Then came the scrubbing out in the back yard.
It was the duty of my sister Angharad to bring the buckets of hot water and cold, and I performed what little tasks I could, as my father and brothers scrubbed the coal dust from their backs.
Most would come off them, but some would stay for life.
This is the honorable badge of the coal miner, and I envied it on my father and grown-up brothers.
Scrub and scrub,
Mr. Coal would lie there and laugh at you.
There was always a baron of beef or a shoulder or leg of lamb before my father.
There was never any talk while we were eating.
I never met anybody whose talk was better than good food.
My mother was always on the run, always the last to start her dinner and the first to finish, for if my father was the head of our house, my mother was its heart.
After dinner, when dishes had been washed, the box was brought to the table for the spending money to be handed out.
No one in our valley had ever seen a bank.
We kept our savings on the mantelpiece.
My father used to say that money was made to be spent, just as men spend their strength and brains in earning it, and as willingly, but always with a purpose.
Thank you, Dada.
Out of the house and across the street, as I had run a hundred times before.
Softly now, for respect for chapel was the first thing my father taught us.
Then straight to Mrs. Tossall, the shop for that toffee which you could chew for hours, it seems to me now, and even after it had gone down, you could swallow and still find the taste of it
hiding behind your tongue.
It is with me now, so many years later.
It makes me think of so much that was good that is gone.
It was on this afternoon that I first saw Bron...
Bronwyn.
She had come over from the next valley for her first call on my father and mother.
Is this Gwilym Morgan's house?
You must be Huw.
Is that you, Bronwyn?
Yes.
There is lovely you are.
I think I fell in love with Bronwyn then.
Perhaps it is foolish to think a child could fall in love, but I am the child that was, and nobody knows how I felt, except only me.
I am so proud for Ivor.
I'm the one to be proud. You think well of our Ivor?
Ha ha ha! It seems only a few months since he was scratching around here like this one with his mouth open.
This is Bronwyn, Huw, who's to be your sister.
We have met already.
Be careful of the basket.
There's shortcake in it.
This is not for you, Huw.
You will have your time to come. Run along.
Bronwyn and Ivor were to be married by the new preacher, Mr. Gruffydd, who had come from the university at Cardiff.
This was my first sight of him.
Good evening, Mr. Morgan.
Yes, indeed, sir.
Excuse me.
Thank you.
Come now, boys. Back to work.
Ivor, find Dai Griffiths and Idris John and bring them to Mr. Evans' office.
Will we come with you?
No. This is for the older men. Home to your mother.
But...
Leave it now, Davy.
Well, come! Come!
Why aren't you washed?
We were waiting for you.
The cut is only a few shillings.
There will still be plenty for all of us.
A bit of supper now, is it, girl?
It is because they are not getting the old price for coal.
Come and wash now. May...
May we speak first, sir?
Yes.
They did not give the real reason for this cut.
We've been expecting it since the ironworks at Dowlais closed.
What have the ironworks to do with us?
Their men came to the colliery willing to work for any wage, so our wages must come down.
And this is only the beginning.
Watch now, they'll cut us again and still again, until they have this, as empty as their promises.
Nonsense. A good worker is worth good wages, and he will get them. Not while there are three men for every job.
Why should owners pay more if men are willing to work for less?
Because the owners are not savages.
They are men, like us.
Men, yes, but not like us.
Would they deal with you when you went to them?
No.
They have power, and we have none.
How will we get power, from the air? No.
From a union of all the men.
Union, is it?
I never thought I'd hear my own sons talking socialist nonsense.
But it's sense, good sense!
- Unless we stand together... - I've had enough of this talk!
But, Father, it d...
Come and wash now.
Your good mother will be waiting.
Do you think I'll let them make my father stand like a dog in the rain and not raise my hands to stop it?
Hisht, Davy.
Who gave you permission to speak?
This is too important for silence. They're trying to punish you...
It is not more important than good manners.
What are we going to do?
You'll die of the cold when it comes to snow.
Let us stand together and see how they act then. Right.
The men will come if we say the word. All the pits are ready.
You will not make me a plank for your politics.
I will not be the excuse for any strike.
If they can do things like that to the spokesman, what will they try and do to the men?
We will see. Be silent now. Finish your supper.
But, Father...
Enough now!
But... On with your work.
It is not enough!
Owen!
Hold your tongue until you have permission to speak!
I will speak against injustice anywhere, with permission or without it.
Not in this house.
In this house and outside, sir.
Leave the table.
I will leave the house. Gwil!
Tell your father you're sorry.
I'm not sorry.
I am with you. We can find lodgings in the village.
Gwilym.
All of you, then?
For the last time, sit down, finish your supper. I will say no more.
We are not questioning your authority, sir, but if manners prevent our speaking the truth, we will be without manners.
Get your clothes and go.
I am going with them to look after them. Hold your tongue, girl!
Get on with your dishes!
Choo! Yes, my son. I know you are there.
The men have struck.
What does it mean, Mr. Gruffydd?
It means that something has gone out of this valley that may never be replaced.
Home to your father and mother, boy.
They'll need you today.
22 weeks the men were out, as the strike moved into winter.
It was strange to go out into the street and find the men there in the daytime.
It had a feeling of fright in it, and always the mood of the men grew uglier, as empty bellies and desperation began to conquer reason.
Any man who was not their friend became their enemy.
They knew that my father had opposed the strike, and now it was they who opposed him.
Huw, there's a meeting of the men in the hills tonight, is it?
You will take me there.
No, Mama.
It is no place for women.
There's a place for this woman there tonight, upon my soul.
Wait, wait till you hear me.
I am Beth Morgan, as you damn well know.
I have come to tell you what I think of you all because you're talking against my husband!
You're a lot of cowards to go against him!
He would do nothing against you, and you know it well!
How some of you, you smug-faced hypocrites, can sit in the same chapel with him I cannot tell.
To say he's with the owners is not only nonsense, but downright wickedness!
There's one thing more I've got to say, and it is this, if harm comes to my Gwilym, I'll find out the men, and I will kill them with my two hands, and this I will swear by God Almighty!
Lanto, help!
Help!
Help! Help!
Hold on, Mama!
They've heard us! They're coming!
He was awake just now.
He'll do, then.
But it's beyond me to say why!
You're breeding horses in this family, Mr. Morgan.
Ha! This boy should be in his coffin, for my part.
He's a Morgan, then, is it, sir?
He should be fed now, Mrs. Ivor, a little soup and some warm smile.
Yes.
Horse!
Well, good day. Wait, wait, wait.
Huw was awake. He spoke to Bron.
How long for the little one?
It's hard to tell.
His legs were frozen to the bone.
A year, two year like that, but I can't promise he'll ever walk again!
Nature must take her course!
Mind your tongue!
I think he heard you.
Where is the light I thought to see in your eye?
Are you afraid, boy?
You heard what the doctor said?
Yes, sir.
And you believed it?
Yes, sir.
You want to walk again, don't you?
Yes, sir.
Then you must have faith, and if you have, you will walk again no matter what all the doctors say.
But he said nature must take her course.
"Nature is the handmaiden of the Lord."
I remember one or two occasions when she was given orders to change her course.
You know your scriptures, boy.
Yes, sir.
Then you know that what's been done before can be done again, for you.
Do you believe me, Huw?
Yes, sir.
Good.
You will see the first daffodil out on the mountain.
Will you?
Indeed I will, sir.
Then you will.
I could almost wish that I were lying there in your place, if it meant reading this book again for the first time.
Treasure Island.
Mr. Gruffydd?
I couldn't let you go without thanking you.
It was only my duty, girl. No.
It was more than duty.
Yes, Huw's a fine boy, and you're a fine family.
Um, you'd better be going in now. You'll catch your death.
Yes.
Will you be coming to supper soon?
Yes, later, when you're finished with doctors and such?
I will hurry them away, then.
Good.
"Squire Trelawney, Dr. Livesey,
"and the rest of these gentlemen, having asked me to write down the whole particulars about Treasure Island
from the beginning to the end, keeping nothing back but the bearings of the island, and that only because there is still treasure not yet lifted,
I take up my pen in the year of grace 1785,
and go back to the time when my father kept the Admiral Benbow Inn..."
All the noble books which have lived in my mind ever since, and always I hoped and kept my faith.
For the first months, my mother was still upstairs, and we could talk to each other with tappings.
Spring?
There you are, girl.
Easy.
There you are.
Wait.
It's the old snow got into it.
Gwilym.
There is a wife you have, resting in her bed and letting strangers care for her family.
There is a wife I have, then. Go along with you, boy.
Will you say something, Mother?
Go on. Say something.
But what...
What'll I say?
You found plenty to say the last time you spoke.
It should be easier now, with friends.
Well...
Well, come and eat, everyone.
Smoke is it, boys.
Lanto.
I haven't seen you in chapel lately.
I have been too busy.
What business, may I ask?
Mine.
Only asking a civil question, I was.
And having a civil answer.
I have been busy with the union.
Unions are the work of the devil.
You will come to no good end.
At least I am not sitting on it, talking rubbish in chapel.
Look here...
Leave it, or I'll say something to be sorry.
This is a matter that requires airing.
Lanto, why do you think we at the chapel talk rubbish?
My remark was not aimed at you.
Then aim it.
Very well.
Because you make yourselves out to be shepherds of the flock, and yet you allow your sheep to live in filth and poverty, and if they try and raise their voices against it, you calm them by telling them their suffering is the will of God.
Sheep, indeed.
Are we sheep to be herded and sheared by a handful of owners?
I was taught man was made in the image of God, not a sheep.
I haven't expressed my views around here because I haven't had any wish to interfere in a family disagreement.
You have my permission to speak.
Very well, then. Here is what I think.
First, have your union.
You need it.
Alone, you are weak. Together, you're strong.
But remember that with strength goes responsibility, to others and yourselves, for you cannot conquer injustice with more injustice, only with justice and the help of God.
Are you coming outside your position in life, Mr. Gruffydd?
Your business is spiritual.
My business is anything that comes between man and the spirit of God.
The deacons shall hear that you've been preaching socialism!
Mr. Parry!
Loose the old devil's teeth!
He is our guest!
Beth, a pint of home brew for Mr. Parry.
I'll give him a clout with a frying pan!
Miss Jenkins! A sweet song!
The harp, is it? Come on, men.
Get in here. Now, look.
A little song...
Angharad.
Mr. Gruffydd, will we always be in your debt, now you have made us a family again?
Here. Let me.
Your hands.
There's a pity.
No matter.
Have you ever been down the collieries?
10 years.
10 years?
While I was studying.
A bit of soap now.
Don't bother, please.
There's a man for you, spoiling his good handkerchief.
Look, now, you are king in the chapel, but I will be queen in my own kitchen.
You will be queen wherever you walk.
What does that mean?
I should not have said it.
Why?
I have no right to speak to you so.
Mr. Gruffydd?
If the right is mine to give, you have it.
Then the strike was settled, with the help of Mr. Gruffydd and my father.
Work again, work to wipe out the memory of idleness and hardship.
The men were happy going up the hill that morning.
1 and 9.
1 and 9. 1 and 10!
But not all of them, for there were too many now for the jobs open, and some learned that never again would there be work for them in their own valley.
It is the same all over South Wales, it is.
Father.
In Cardiff, the men are standing in line to have bread from the government.
Not for us, lad?
We will have our share of the box and go, if you please, sir.
Where will you go?
America.
My share, too, Owen.
And mine. No.
Our own.
We will take no charity.
Not charity, man, sense.
No, only our own.
Say nothing of this to your mother.
Let this day be over first.
Never mind saying nothing.
I heard.
America?
My babies.
Shall we have a chapter, my sons?
What shall we have, sir?
Isaiah 55.
Those two gone, this is only the beginning.
Then all of you will go.
One after the other, all of you.
I will never leave you, Mama.
Huw, boy, if you should ever leave me, I'll be sorry I ever had babies.
Why did you have them?
Indeed to goodness, boy, why?
To keep my hands in water and my face to the fire, perhaps.
For Mr. Ivor Morgan.
From Windsor Castle it is.
"Mr. Ivor Morgan is commanded to appear before Her Majest..."
"Mr. Ivor Morgan is commanded to appear before Her Majesty at Windsor Castle with chosen members of his choir the 14th of May between the hours of 3:00 and 5:00."
Yay!
God save the Queen!
To sing before the queen.
My son, I never thought to see this beautiful day.
Idris, Owen, all of you, fetch everyone from all the valleys 'round.
Davy, over to the other collieries.
Invite everyone. It's a celebration, tell them.
Lanto, down to the Three Bells for beer.
Open house tonight for all who will come.
My sons, you shall have a sendoff worthy of the Morgans.
Our heavenly Father,
I give thanks from the heart to live this day.
I give thanks for all I have, and I do give thanks for this new blessing, for you are our father, but we look to our queen as our mother.
Comfort her in her troubles, God, and let her worries be not more than she shall bear at her age,
and grant that sweetness and power and spirit may be given to these voices that shall sing at her command.
Amen.
Amen. Amen.
♪ God save our gracious queen ♪
♪ Long live our noble queen ♪
♪ God save our queen ♪
♪ Send her victorious ♪
♪ Happy and glorious ♪
Gwilym!
Owen!
♪ Long to reign over us ♪
♪ God save our queen ♪
Good morning, dear Mr. Gruffydd. There is good to see you. Angharad is at the market.
Angharad?
I've come for Huw.
For Huw?
The daffodils are out, Mama. Where are your clothes, boy?
Under my pillow.
Your pillow?
For these months, ready for today.
Come then, and you shall bring back a posy fit for a queen for your brave mother.
Indeed I will, sir.
Almost there, Huw.
Yes, sir.
Low bridge there. Watch out.
It's fine.
All right.
All right?
Yes, sir.
Easy it is, now.
Cwm Rhondda.
But, Mr. Gruffydd...
You can walk, Huw, if you try.
Come, lad.
You can walk.
Huw! Walk!
There's a good lad.
Come on.
See? Ha ha!
There's a good old man.
You've been lucky, Huw.
Lucky to suffer, lucky to spend these weary months in bed.
For so God has given you a chance to make spirit within yourself, and as your father cleans his lamp to have good light, so keep clean your spirit?
How, sir?
By prayer, Huw.
And by prayer, I don't mean shouting and mumbling and wallowing like a hog in religious sentiment.
Prayer is only another name for good, clean, direct thinking.
When you pray, think.
Think well what you're saying.
Make your thoughts into things that are solid, and that way, your prayer will have strength, and that strength will become a part of you, body, mind, and spirit.
And the first duty of these new legs is to get you to chapel on Sunday.
Indeed they will, sir.
There's a good old man again.
Give me your hand.
Come on now.
Will you please remain in your places?
There's to be a meeting of the deacons.
Ceinwen Lewis!
Step forward!
Your sins have found you out!
And now you must pay the price of all women like you.
You have brought a child into the world against the Commandment!
Prayer is wasted on your sort!
You shall be cast out into the outer darkness till you have learned your lesson!
Ceinwen Lewis, do you admit your sin?
Yes.
Then prepare to suffer your punishment!
Stop it!
Angharad!
Leave her alone, you hypocrite!
Sit down, Mr. Morgan. You...
Sit down!
How could you stand there and watch them?
Cruel old men groaning and nodding to hurt her more.
That is not the word of God.
"Go thou, and sin no more," Jesus said!
Angharad!
You know your Bible too well, life too little.
I know enough of life to know that Ceinwen Lewis is no worse than I am.
Angharad!
What do the deacons know?
What do you know about what could happen to a poor girl when she loves a man so much that to lose sight of him for a moment is torture?
Does that hurt you, Huw?
Easy, now.
Huw?
Angharad.
Angharad! I am a man now!
Kindly leave the kitchen!
So you're a man now, is it?
Blasphemy, sacrilege, and hypocrisy!
Can't a man smoke his pipe and read his paper on the sabbath?
Go and blow your nose!
Come in!
Come in!
What under the blaz...
Good morning, Morgan.
Good morning, Mr. Evans.
Sit down, sir. Sit down, sir.
Thank you.
Mr. Evans.
The mine owner himself.
Angharad.
Now to business, Morgan.
Yes, sir.
I've come here on a very delicate mission, Morgan.
No trouble, sir?
No, no, no.
No trouble, but it worries me.
Yes, sir.
I'm here to get your permission that my son lestyn may have permission...
Choo! Bless you, Morgan.
Thank you, sir.
Now, where was I?
Permission.
Yes.
That my son lestyn may have permission, with your daughter's permission, to call upon her.
There we are.
We are a very proud family, Mr. Evans.
Yes, yes, I know, I know, Morgan, but this is not my doing, Morgan.
It's that young boy...
Mr. Evans, your son has my permission to speak to me.
Thank you. Thank you, Morgan.
I'm very much obliged to you.
Yes, sir.
Yes, sir. Good old Welsh blood, you know, and all that sort of thing.
I'm very much obliged, Morgan.
Yes, sir. Yes, sir.
Good day, Morgan.
Beth!
Beth!
Come, come, come. My shoes. Get my shoes.
You, girl, get up to your room.
Have you no modesty left in you? Get up there.
Take your hand out...
Find the shoes! Why don't you get your jackets on?
Mr. Morgan.
Sit down.
This is my wife Mrs. Morgan.
How do you do?
Mr. Morgan, I've come to ask your permission to speak to your daughter Angharad.
These are my sons.
Yes. I know them.
Choo! God bless you. God bless you.
You shouldn't be here.
I couldn't spend another night without knowing.
What has happened?
Is anything wrong?
Wrong?
You know what I mean.
Why have you changed towards me?
Why am I a stranger now?
Have I done anything?
No.
The blame is mine.
Your mother spoke to me after chapel.
She's happy to think you'll be having plenty all your days.
Lestyn Evans.
You could do no better.
I don't want him!
I want you.
Angharad.
I have spent nights, too, trying to think this out.
When I took up this work, I knew what it meant.
It meant sacrifice and devotion.
It meant making it my whole life to the...
To the exclusion of everything else.
That I was perfectly willing to do.
But to share it with another...
Do you think I will have you going threadbare all your life, depending on the charity of others for your good meals, our children growing up in cast-off clothing, and ourselves thanking God for parenthood in a house full of bits?
No.
I can bear with such a life for the sake of my work, but I think I'd start to kill if I saw the white come to your hair 20 years before its time.
Why?
Why would you start to kill?
Are you a man or a saint?
I am no saint, but I have a duty towards you.
Let me do it.
Is there to be no singing for my daughter's wedding, Dai Bando?
Now, then, the bathtub holds 100 gallons.
"A" fills it at the rate of 20 gallons a minute and "B" at the rate of 10 gallons a minute.
Got that, Mr. Morgan?
20 and 10 gallons. Yes, sir.
Now, then,
"C" is a hole that empties it at the rate of 5 gallons a minute.
How long to fill the tub?
They're silly. Trying to fill a bathtub full of holes, indeed.
A sum it is, girl, a sum, a problem for the mind, for his examination into school next month.
That old national school, just silly they are with their sums.
Who would pour water in a bathtub full of holes?
Who would think of it?
Only a madman.
It is to see if the boy can calculate, girl.
Figures, nothing else.
How many gallons and how long?
In a bathtub full of holes.
Now I know why I have such a tribe of sons.
It is you, Beth Morgan, is the cause.
Look you, Mr. Gruffydd, have you something else?
The decimal point.
The decimal point, then.
And peace to my house!
Go and scratch.
It's getting late.
I've got to get along.
We'll follow the decimal point tomorrow night. Yes, sir.
Good night.
Good night, Mrs. Morgan.
Good night, Mr. Gruffydd.
Who is there that cannot look back and remember his first day at a new school?
To go alone the long walk over the hills to the next valley, the first of my family to have the privilege of attending a national school.
So you're the new boy?
Yes, sir.
You're late.
Yes, sir.
What a dirty little sweep it is.
Who are your people?
Where are you from?
Cwm Rhondda.
Cwm Rhondda?
A little genius from the coal pits, and they expect me to make a scholar of it.
All right, come in.
Were you brought up in stables?
Well, shut the door.
Your boots are muddy.
They were clean when I left home.
You will address me as sir, or I'll put a stick about your back.
Now, sit down here.
Yes, sir.
Come here, you dirty little sweep.
What have we here?
A pencil box.
Pretty, too.
Hey, you broke my pencil box!
Mervyn, Mervyn, stop it! You'll hurt him!
Hit him!
I... I fell on the mountain.
Did you win, Huw? No.
Lanto!
Fetch Dai Bando.
Dai Bando, is it?
Are you willing to go to school tomorrow?
Yes, sir.
Good.
From tonight, you shall get a penny for every mark on your face, sixpence for a bloody nose, a shilling for a black eye, and two shillings for a broken nose.
Gwilym, stop it.
Fight again, and when you come home, not another look will you get from me, not another word.
Break your own nose, then. Break your mother's heart.
A boy must fight, Beth.
Fight?
Fight, is it? Another beating like that and he would walk home dead. Beating?
He's had no beating.
A hiding, yes, but no beating.
Give the boy time, it will be he that's giving the beating, is it?
Dai Bando, come into the house.
Good evening, Mrs. Morgan.
Good Evening, Mrs. Morgan.
Leave off your hat.
Dai Bando is going to teach you to box, Huw.
To fight first.
Too many call themselves boxers who are not even fighters. Boxing is an art, is it?
It is.
It is. Go along with you, girl. A cup of tea for the men, is it?
Tea?
Tea? No tea, Mrs. Morgan.
In training, he is.
A glass of beer if you please.
Baths full of holes, and now prizefighters.
Get him! Come on!
Get him!
Come on, get him, Mervyn!
Get up!
Get up!
Hit him!
Knock him down, Mervyn!
Hit him, Mervyn!
Our wild little coal-mining friend has been indulging in his favorite sport again?
Mr. Phillips, make a back, please. I refuse, sir.
Make a back, Mr. Phillips!
I refuse, sir!
Mr. Mills, make a back.
Here.
Put this in between your teeth.
Bite it hard.
Well, the scholar!
Huw!
Lad!
I'll go to my death.
You got that in school?
He's cut you to the bone.
Who was it?
Mr. Jonas? We'll have a word with him.
No.
Why not?
I broke the rule when I fought.
There's no rule for that.
But he warned me.
Rubbish, boy!
Wait, Davy.
This is Huw's affair.
He shall decide.
Say the word, lad, and we will have the bones hot from his flesh.
Leave him alone.
I think our baby brother is becoming quite a man.
These denominations are used in measuring distances and...
Yes?
Right!
Good morning, Mister...
Jonas. Mr. Jonas.
Mr. Jonas.
We have come to the right place, indeed.
What can I do for you?
A man is never too old to learn, is it, Mr. Jonas?
No.
I was in school myself once, but no great one for knowledge.
Look here, what do you want?
Knowledge.
How would you go about taking the measurement of a stick, Mr. Jonas?
By its length, of course.
And how would you measure a man who would use a stick on a boy 1/3 his size?
Tell us.
Now, you are good in the use of a stick, but boxing is my subject, according to the rules laid down by the good Marquis of Queensberry.
God rest his soul.
And happy I am to pass on my knowledge to you.
Mr. Motshill!
All right, get him into position, now.
Now, look, to make a good boxer, you must have a good right hand, you see?
Now, you see, that is how you will punish your man, with a right and a left.
The gentleman is talking to you. Raise him.
Come on, come on. Up, up, up.
Position again.
Could I have your attention, boys and girls?
I am not accustomed to speaking in public.
Only public houses.
But this, never use.
It's against the rules.
Break a man's nose.
Now, then...
I'm afraid he will never make a boxer.
No aptitude for knowledge.
Mr. Gruffydd!
Ivor fell under a tram, lower level.
Ivor!
We have our first grandson, Gwil.
Give one and take the other.
Tell that to that girl up there! She'll have an answer for you.
Do not kindle the wrath.
To hell with the wrath! And I'm saying it plain to be heard.
'Tis good. With honors, then.
Our son is a scholar.
What is it, Huw?
I can't make sense with it. Latin it is.
Why not good Welsh or even English?
It is the fashion.
Fashion.
Frenchies, decimal points, and bathtubs full of holes.
My poor Huw, they've stuffed your head with Latin.
Beth, my old beauty, you, a black eye, is it?
Go ahead, shout! Wake up the baby, then. There is beautiful.
The image of my father, he is.
What bloody nonsense.
Now then, Huw, what will it be?
To Cardiff to school, then the university to be a lawyer, is it, or a doctor?
Dr. Huw Morgan.
Well, Uncle Huw, that will be something special.
Yes, indeed, with a lovely horse and trap and a good black suit and a shirt with starch.
There is good, my little one.
Now then, a glass of buttermilk for you with all your knowledge.
Yes, Mother, and some of Bron's shortcake.
And my shortcake is to be fed to the pigs, is it?
No, only I finished yours yesterday.
Today is shortcake day with Bron.
I'm sorry, Huw, only currant bread I made today.
Nobody to eat it now.
Mother, I'm lonely without him.
I put his boots and clothes ready every night, but they're there still in the morning.
There is lonely I am.

Gwil, I will have Bron here to live if she will come.
Not Bron.
One mistress in the house.
Now, Huw, what will it be?
I will go down the colliery with you, sir.
Have sense, boy. The colliery is no place for you.
Why not try for a respectable job?
Respectable?
Are you and his brothers a lot of old jailbirds?
Leave it now, Beth.
I only want the best for the boy.
If he is as good a man as you and his brothers,
I will rest happy. I'm thinking of the boy's future.
It was different in our day, there was good money and fair play for all.
But Huw is a scholar.
Why take brains down a coal mine?
I would rather, sir.
All right.
Decide for yourself, but blame yourself if you are wrong.
The colliery, sir.
All right. The colliery it is.
Good.
Where are you going? To get drunk!
Bron?
I am going down the colliery.
The colliery, is it?
The old coal will be shaking in its seam.
Bron...
Bro... Bron, would you have me to live in this house and have my wages?
Your home is with your mother.
It was she who sent me.
From pity?
No, from sense.
If you put clothes night and morning, let them be my clothes.
Good old man.
Yes or no, Bron?
Yes.
Goo... Good.
Good. I will get my bed.
So it is a man now, is it?
And could I carry such a man?
Lanto!
5 shillings.
7 and tuppence.
Move along!
Thanks.
3 shillings.
2.09. £1.02.
£2. 10. Discharged, Morgan.
Move along.
£2. 10. Discharged, Morgan.
£1. 10.
And so it came to Ianto and Davy, the best workers in the colliery but too highly paid to compete with poorer, more desperate men.
Will you read us a chapter, Father?
Yes, my son.
"The Lord is my shepherd, I shall not want.
He maketh me to lie down in green pastures.
He leadeth me beside the still waters.
He restoreth my soul. He leadeth me in the paths of righteousness for his name's sake.
Yea, though I walk through the valley of the shadow of death,
I will fear no evil for thou art with me.
Thy rod and thy staff, they comfort me.
Thou preparest a table before me in the presence of mine enemies.
Thou anointest my head with oil."
"My cup runneth over."
One line to Owen and Gwil, down to Cape Town to Angharad, over here to Canada to Ianto, and down here to Davy in New Zealand.
And you are the star, shining on them from this house all the way across the continents and the oceans.
All the way?
How far am I shining if you can put it all on a little piece of paper?
Now, a map it is, my old beauty.
A picture of the world to show you where they are.
I know where they are without any old maps or scratches or spiders or pencils.
They are in the house.
Then Angharad came back from Cape Town without her husband.
She did not come to us but stayed at the big Evans house, her house on top of the hill.
To see Mrs. Evans, please.
Who is it? Huw Morgan.
Her brother, is it?
Come in.
Why, Huw...
Mrs. Nicholas, will you bring some tea, please?
Sit down, Huw.
There is grown you are, and changed.
You, too.
I look ill and ought to take care of myself.
Everyone coming in the house says so, so you say it, too, and let us finish with it.
But tell me all the news.
How is...
How are all the boys and girls we used to know?
Well, the Jenkins girls are married.
Maldwyn Hughes has gone to be a doctor.
Rhys Howell is in a solicitor's office, and he's sending home 10 shillings a week.
And Mr. Gruffydd, is still first up and last to bed.
How is he, Huw?
Not as he was.
Is he ill?
Inside, in his eyes and in his voice.
Like you.
Please go home, Huw.
I'm sorry.
Now then, Mrs. Evans. Tea, is it?
Leave it, Mrs. Nicholas.
I will pour.
Well!
I always did the pouring for Mr. Lestyn's poor mother.
I will pour.
Yes, Mrs. Evans.
A new mistress is like new sheets, yes, a little bit stiff,
but washings to come.
Why do you have her here?
37 years with the family, or so she tells me 60 times a day.
Have some tea, Huw.
You don't want me to go?
No. No, Huw.
I'm sorry for being nasty.
Please stay.
Huw!
I tried to tell Mother, but...
Not for me to say.
Only the housekeeper I am.
37 years in the family and living to curse the day!
It will not surprise me any day to see the old master rise white from his grave.
'Tis only the gravestone is holding him down, I will swear.
Then what is it, Mrs. Nicholas?
Divorce.
Divorce!
Saying nothing I am, but that is what is in her mind.
She is here without her husband, is it?
And why?
'Tis because she is in love with this preacher.
Preacher, I said! Mr. Gruffydd it is.
But Mr. Gruffydd has not been near the house.
What difference is that, girl?
Get on with your work!
We will not say a word, Mrs. Nicholas.
No! No, no!
Liar!
Liar!
You're a filthy liar!
You're a filthy liar!
Get him!
Come on, Roger!
Get him, Roger!
Let up!
Let me at him!
Liar!
Liar!
Liar!
As the slag had spread over my valley, so now a blackness spread over the minds of its people.
For the first time in my memory, our front door was shut tight in the daytime.
Dada?
Well, Huw, trouble with the philistines, is it?
Huw, what is it now?
Look at your hands.
Evan John, he said things about Angharad and Mr. Gruffydd.
The children, too.
You were right, my son.
I will be back for breakfast.
You will not go to chapel?
No.
And if they do this thing,
I will never set foot in the chapel again as long as I live.
I will have the sheets warm on your bed.
There is an old beauty you are.
Go and scratch, boy.
What is this about the chapel, Mother?
Tonight after the service, a deacons' meeting over Angharad.
Angharad?
But she has done nothing.
Nothing is enough for people who have minds like cesspools.
Huw, my little one,
I hope when you're grown their tongues will be slower to hurt.
But will Angharad have to be at the meeting?
No, none of us will be there.
But the disgrace will not stay away.
I will go, Mother.
This is the last time I will talk in this chapel.
I am leaving the valley with regret toward those who have helped me here and who have let me help them.
But, for the rest of you,
those of you who have only proved that I have wasted my time among you, I have only this to say.
There is not one among you who has had the courage to come to me and accuse me of wrongdoing.
And yet, by any standard, if there has been a sin,
I am the one who should be branded the sinner.
Will anyone raise his voice here now to accuse me?
No.
You're cowards, too, as well as hypocrites.
But I don't blame you.
The fault is mine as much as yours.
The idle tongues, the poverty of mind which you have shown
mean that I have failed to reach most of you with the lesson I was given to teach.
Huw?
I thought, when I was a young man, that I would conquer the world with truth.
I thought I would lead an army greater than Alexander ever dreamed of, not to conquer nations but to liberate mankind...
Yes, sir.
...with truth and the golden sound of the word.
But only a few of them heard. Only a few of you understood.
The rest of you put on black and sat in chapel!
Why do you come here?
Why do you dress your hypocrisy in black and parade before your God on Sunday?
From love?
No. For you've shown that your hearts are too withered to receive the love of your Divine Father.
I know why you've come.
I've seen it in your faces Sunday after Sunday as I've stood here before you.
Fear has brought you here, horrible, superstitious fear.
Fear of divine retribution.
A bolt of fire from the skies, the vengeance of the Lord and the justice of God.
But you have forgotten the love of Jesus. You disregard his sacrifice.
Death, fear, flames, horror, and black clothes!
Hold your meeting, then.
But know if you do this in the name of God and in the house of God, you blaspheme against Him and His word.
Wait!
There is a meeting, Master Morgan.
Well, Huw.
I'm glad you've come.
Thank you, sir.
Is there anything I can do?
Indeed there is.
You can do me a great service.
This watch, my father gave it to me when I entered the ministry.
It's marked time we both loved.
Take it.
No, sir.
A service I said you'd be doing me.
No need for us to shake hands.
We will live in the minds of each other.
Mr. Gruffydd, won't you see Angharad before you go?
She wants you to.
No.
If I were to see her again,
I couldn't find the strength to leave her.
Goodbye, Huw.
And there's a good old man you are.
What is it now?
Fire or flood or what?
Cave-in, they're saying.
Take me up by there.
What good in the darkness of a mine?
Your eyes are no longer good in the daylight from the blows you have taken in the ring.
I can still swing a pick deeper than any man. Take me up there.
Bron!
Bron!
Gwilym!
Those of you with relatives. Let them to the pit.
Gwilym Morgan?
Not yet, sir.
Mr. Gruffydd, on the lower level he was.
My father?
Not yet, Mrs. Evans.
Angharad.
Who is for Gwilym Morgan and the others?
I, for one.
He is the blood of my heart. Come, Cyfartha.
'Tis a coward I am, but I will hold your coat.
Dada!
Dada!
Huw.
Lad.
Dada!
Dada!
Dada!
Huw.
Dada.
Mr. Gruffydd!
There's a good old man you are.
He came to me just now.
Ivor was with him.
He spoke to me and told me of the glory he had seen.
Look.
Men like my father cannot die.
They are with me still, real in memory as they were in flesh, loving and beloved forever.
How green was my valley then.
Once a day is plenty.
Just a couple of flies, a sip of milk and perhaps a pigeon's egg on Sundays.
I certainly will, Professor.
Keep her warm as you get farther north, and let her out of her box to play.
I certainly will, Professor.
Tell Dr. Marzditz I have named her Columbrina Marzditzia.
And this is only the beginning of what I am bringing out when I come out.
I'll do that, and I want to tell you...
I want to tell you how much I've enjoyed being on this expedition with you.
If I had my way, this is the way I'd like to spend all my time, in the company of men like yourselves in the pursuit of knowledge.
So long, Lulu. I'll send you a postcard.
Good-bye, Charlie. If you get a chance to come back, this is where we'll be.
Give my affectionate salutations to your father.
Thank him for making the Pike expedition possible and, I hope, a success.
- I will, Professor. - Good-bye, my boy.
- Good-bye, Muggsy. - So long. Don't take no wooden money.
- Good-bye, Sparky. - Good-bye, Charlie.
- Bye, Mac. - Good-bye, Charlie.
- Bye, boys. - So long, "Sarlie. "
- So long, gang. - So long, Muggsy.
Be careful of the traffic. You haven't dodged any in a long time.
And be careful of the dames. You've not dodged them for a long time either.
- You know me, Mac, nothing but reptiles. - That's right, my boy.
Good-bye.
There he is!
You'd think he'd have a bigger yacht than that if he's so rich.
- That isn't a yacht. That's a tender. - What's a tender?
- I said Pabst. - It was Pike.
- So what?
- Go put on your shorts.
- You can try. - Mom, it makes me puke.
- Puke?
- No, Pike!
Go put on your peekaboo.
- Get down there and make it fast. - Aye, aye, sir.
Gee, I hope he's rich. I hope he thinks he's a wizard at cards.
From your lips to the ear of the Almighty.
I hope he's got a fat wife so I don't have to dance in the moonlight with him.
A sucker always steps on your feet.
- A mug is a mug in everything.
- I don't see why I have to do the work.
There must be plenty of rich old dames just waiting for you to push 'em around.
You find 'em. I'll push 'em.
Would I like to see you giving some old harpy the three-in-one.
- Don't be vulgar, Jean. Let us be crooked but never common. - Is he rich?
As the purser so picturesquely put it, he's dripping with dough.
- He'd almost have to be to stop a boat.
- What does he own, Pike's Peak?
Oh, no, no. Pike's Pale, "The ale that won for Yale. "
- I wonder if I could clunk him. - Don't do that!
Hey!
- Two Pike's Pale. - Now, wait a minute!
Six more Pike's Pale, and make it snappy.
Are you trying to embarrass me?
We're all out of Pike's.
- Work 'em over on something else. - They don't want nothin' else.
They want the ale that won for Yale. Rah, rah, rah!
Well, tell 'em to go to Harvard.
- Come on. - How many times do I have to tell ya...
- Four Pike's Pale. - Now listen!
- Not good enough. - What'd you say?
I said they're not good enough for him.
Every Jane in the room... is giving him the thermometer, and he feels they're just a waste of time.
He's returning to his book. He's deeply immersed in it.
He's sees no one except...
Watch his head turn when that kid goes by.
It won't do you any good, dear. He's a bookworm, but swing 'em anyway.
Ah, how about this one?
How would you like that hanging on your Christmas tree?
Oh, you wouldn't? Well, what is your weakness, brother?
Holy smoke, the dropped kerchief!
Hasn't been used since Lily Langtry. You'll have to pick it up yourself.
It's a shame that he doesn't care for the flesh. He'll never see it.
Look at that girl over to his left.
Look over to your left, bookworm. There's a girl pining for you.
A little further.
Just a little further. There!
Wasn't that worth looking for?
See those nice teeth beaming at you?
Why, she recognizes you. She's up. She's down.
She can't make up her mind. She's up again. She recognizes you.
She's coming over to speak to you. The suspense is killing me. Why, for heaven's sake,
Aren't you Fuzzy Oldhammer I went to manual training school with?
You're not?
You certainly look exactly like him... a remarkable resemblance.
If you're not going to ask me to sit, I suppose you're not going to ask me.
Sorry. I certainly hope I haven't caused you any embarrassment.
I wonder if my tie's on straight. I certainly upset them, don't I?
Who else?
The lady champion wrestler. Wouldn't she make a houseful?
You don't like her either. What are you going to do about it?
You just can't stand it anymore. You're leaving.
These women don't give you a moment's peace, do they?
Go sulk in your cabin.
Go soak your head and see if I care!
I'm very sorry, sir.
That's all right.
- Why don't you look where you're going?
- Why don't I look?
- Look, you knocked the heel off. - Oh, I did? I'm sorry.
You did, and you can take me right to my cabin for another pair of slippers.
- The least I can do. My name's Pike. - Everybody knows.
Nobody's talking about anything else.
This is my father Colonel Harrington. My name is Jean. It's really Eugenia.
- Funny our meeting like this, isn't it?
- Yes, isn't it?
- This is quite a cabin. - Pretty cozy, isn't it?
- Holy Moses! - What's the matter?
- That perfume. - What's the matter with it?
It's just that I've been up the Amazon for a year, and they don't use perfume.
Oh. The shoes are over here.
Because you were so polite, you can pick them out and put them on if you like.
Push that side. There.
- Holy Moses! - See anything you like?
The evening slippers are over there.
Those the ones you want?
Doesn't seem possible for anybody to wear anything that size.
Oh, that's pretty.
You'll have to kneel down.
- I hope I didn't hurt you. - Of course you didn't.
Don't you feel well?
Oh, I'm all right.
- What were you doing up the Amazon? - Looking for snakes.
- I'm an ophiologist. - I thought you were in the beer business.
- Beer?
Ale! - What's the difference?
- Between beer and ale?
- Yes.
My father'd burst a blood vessel if he heard you say that.
There's a big difference. Ale's sort of fermented on the top or something.
And beer's fermented on the bottom. Or maybe it's the other way around.
There's no similarity at all.
The trouble with being descended from a brewer, no matter how long ago he "brewed-ed" or whatever you call it, you're supposed to know all about something you don't give a hoot about.
It's funny to be kneeling here at your feet talking about beer.
You see, I don't like beer. Bock beer, lager beer or steam beer.
- Don't you?
- I do not!
And I don't like pale ale, brown ale, nut brown ale, porter or stout, which makes me "ulp" just to think about it.
Excuse me.
Wasn't enough, so everybody would call me Hopsie ever since I was six.
- Hopsie Pike. - Hello, Hopsie.
Make it, Charlie, will you?
All right, but there's something kinda cute about Hopsie.
And when you get older, I could call you Popsie. Hopsie Popsie.
That's all I'd need.
Here's a business I wouldn't mind. I never realized how lovely it could be.
Oh, thank you.
We'd better get back now.
Yes, I guess so.
You see, where I've been... I mean, up the Amazon, you kind of forget how...
I mean, when you haven't seen a girl in a long time...
I mean, uh, there's something about that perfume that...
- Don't you like my perfume?
- Like it?
Why, Hopsie, you ought to be kept in a cage.
The nerve of some people.
Ah, there you are.
It certainly took you long enough to come back in the same outfit.
I'm lucky to have this on. Mr. Pike has been up a river for a year.
- Now, look, I... - Pay no attention to my daughter.
It always comes out in the women of our family.
- The men are all missionaries, with the exception of myself. - And what an exception.
- Won't you have a drink with us?
- Just a brandy. You have it with me.
- Three brandies. - Yes, sir.
Have you seen this one?
- Oh, he does card tricks! - In a small way, of course.
Well, bless my soul. Do that again, will you?
Amazing. How do you do it?
You palm it in this hand. You grip it in the palm of the hand like this.
- It takes a good deal of practice. - I can well imagine it might.
Amazing. It's good I know who you are or I wouldn't play cards with you.
Sir?
- You didn't really think that, uh... - Oh, of course not, silly.
- You look as honest as we do. - Three brandies.
- Washington and Valley Forge. - Dewey and Manila.
Napoleon and Josephine.
- Say, how about a rubber of bridge? - You're probably too good for us.
I don't have to play my best. Besides, playing with you...
- would always be a pleasure. - Aren't you sweet?
Who'll we get for a fourth?
Isn't there a three-handed game?
I seem vaguely to remember having...
Of course there is, and it'll be much cozier. Will you shuffle?
- Well, I'll try. - Every man for himself.
- I, uh, what?
- Um. Oh. Well...
You go up the Amazon for a year, and then you come out and meet you...
- I'll be a cockeyed cookie pusher!
- Ha! - What's the matter now?
- Come on, deal them shingles.
You don't happen to have some beautiful damsel pining for you, do you?
- That often explains it. - Come on. Let's go.
- I really feel very guilty about this. - Don't let it worry you.
It's a good thing we're not playing for money, or I'd have you in bankruptcy.
- This last hand alone... - Weren't we playing for money?
Of course not. I never play for money.
We always play for money. Otherwise, it's like swimming in an empty pool.
- If you count that last redouble, it's... - Nonsense, my boy.
- At ten cents a point?
- At ten cents a point?
Purely nominal. Now, let me see. Five, ten...
- You'll ruin us. - Four ninety-eight. Roughly $500.
- Oh, wait a minute. - Father's in the oil business.
It just keeps bubbling up out of the ground.
- I thought with the title of colonel... - Purely honorary.
- How much do I owe the sucker?
- Now, let me see. Two, four, six...
Who's that funny-looking gink watching us?
- Everything on the up-and-up? - Everything's okay. Go to bed.
- All right.
- Who's that, your nurse?
That's Muggsy.
My father took him off a truck when I was a kid to look out for me.
Kidnappers, stuff like that.
He's been sort of a bodyguard, governess and a very bad valet ever since.
He saved my life once in a brawl.
- Roughly $100. - That's rough enough.
- Since I had no understanding that... - Don't worry. I'll get it back.
- Well, if that's a promise. - You can depend upon it.
- I'll certainly feel better. - You certainly will.
I think I'll toddle off... and leave you young people to talk about whatever young people talk about.
- I'm awfully sorry about this. - Beeswax, my boy, beeswax.
- Good night, Jeanie. - Good night, darling.
- He's a nice fellow, your father. - He's a good card player too.
You think so?
I don't want to be rude,
- but he seemed a little uneven. - He's more uneven sometimes than others.
That's what makes him uneven.
But now you, on the other hand, with a little coaching, you could be terrific.
- Do you really think so?
- Yes, you have a definite nose.
I'm glad you like it. Do you like any of the rest of me?
Oh, what I meant was in the card-playing sense...
I know what you meant. I was just flirting with you.
Oh.
You're not going to faint, are you?
Who, me?
Uh, it's that perfume.
Oh.
Do you think they're dancing anyplace on board?
Don't you think we ought to go to bed?
You're certainly a funny girl for anybody to meet... who's just been up the Amazon for a year.
Good thing you weren't up there two years.
Come on.
Good night.
- I'm afraid we're on the wrong deck.
- Isn't that a coincidence?
- For heaven's sake, here's my cabin. - Fantastic!
Would you care to come in and see Emma?
That's a new one, isn't it?
- Shh. I don't want to wake her up. - Wake who up?
- Emma. - Emma? I thought that was just a gag.
Technically, she's a Columbrina Marzditzia, which seems to be a rare type of Brazilian glass snake, which I'm...
- A snake! - She seems to have got out again.
- She's out?
- Well, don't worry. She's around here someplace.
- Let me out of here! - Oh, don't be frightened. She's as playful as a kitten.
You mustn't really...
Don't do that! How's that going...
I'm sorry. I wouldn't have frightened you for anything in the world.
- Why didn't you tell me... - I thought you understood.
How could I understand?
Why should I suspect an apparently civilized man...
- Please. - Oh. Look under the bed.
- How could she possibly get down here?
- Please! - Oh, all right. - Please.
- Oh! - It's just a stocking.
If you see any more, just leave them there. Now, look in the bed.
- In the bed?
How could she possibly... - Oh, go on now.
- You know how fast we came down, so you can imagine...
It's nothing, but it might have given you a shock.
- Nothing like a cold hot water bottle.
- Oh! They would have had to bury me at sea.
Come over here and sit down beside me.
- Comfortable?
- Yes, very.
Oh, sorry.
Hold me tight.
Oh, you don't know what you've done to me.
I'm terribly sorry.
Oh, that's all right.
I wouldn't have frightened you for anything in the world.
I mean, if there's anyone in the world I wouldn't have wanted to, it's you.
You're very sweet. Don't let me go.
Thank you.
How was everything up the Amazon?
A - All right, thank you.
What are you thinking about?
Nothing.
Are you always going to be interested in snakes?
Well, snakes are my life in a way.
What a life.
Oh, I-I suppose it does sound sort of silly.
I mean, I suppose I should have married and settled down.
I imagine my father always wanted me to.
As a matter of fact, he's told me so rather plainly.
I just never cared for the brewing business.
Oh. You say that's why you've never married?
Oh, no. It's just that I... I've never met her.
I suppose she's around somewhere in the world.
It would be too bad if you never bumped into each other.
Well...
I - I suppose you know what she looks like and everything.
I think so.
I'll bet she looks like Marguerite in Faust.
Oh, no, she isn't...
I mean, she hasn't... She's not as bulky as an opera singer.
- Oh. how are her teeth?
- Huh?
You should always pick one out with good teeth. It saves expense later.
- Oh, now you're kidding me. - Not badly.
You have a right to have an ideal.
Oh, I guess we all have one.
What does yours look like?
He's a little short guy with lots of money.
- Why short?
- What does it matter if he's rich?
It's so he'll look up to me, so I'll be his ideal.
- That's a funny kind of reasoning. - Well, look who's reasoning.
And when he takes me out to dinner, he'll never add up the check.
And he won't smoke greasy cigars or use grease on his hair, and...
- Oh, yes, he won't do card tricks.
- Oh! Oh, it's not that I mind your doing card tricks, Hopsie.
It's just that you naturally wouldn't want your ideal to do card tricks.
I shouldn't think that kind of ideal was so difficult to find.
Oh, he isn't. That's why he's my ideal.
What's the sense of having one if you can't ever find him?
Mine is a practical ideal... you can find two or three of in every barber shop getting the works.
Why don't you marry one of them?
Why should I marry anybody that looked like that?
When I marry, it's going to be somebody I've never seen before.
I won't know what he looks like or where he'll come from or what he'll be.
I want him to sort of take me by surprise.
Like a burglar.
That's right.
And the night will be heavy with perfume, and I'll hear a step behind me... and somebody breathing heavily.
And then...
Oh! Ohhh!
You better go to bed, Hopsie.
I think I can sleep peacefully now.
I wish I could say the same.
Why, Hopsie!
Ah, good morning, Mr. Murgatroyd.
- I trust I see you full of sparkle. - Morning.
- Have a dish of tea?
- I had my breakfast.
Where I come from we get up in the morning.
And where did it get you?
Or is that a personal question?
- Where did it get me?
- Good morning, sir.
Fruit, cereal, bacon and eggs, eggs and sausage, sausage and hot cakes, hot cakes and ham, ham and eggs, eggs and bacon, bacon and...
Give me a spoonful of milk, a raw pigeon's egg and four houseflies.
If you can't catch any, I'll settle for a cockroach. I'll be on deck.
- Did you get it?
- Close enough.
There. Dunk your whiskers in that.
- How much you say you win last night?
- About $600. - I'm going to try to lose it back. - I don't get it.
- I lose 40 bucks to their valet, and I figure the guy's a cutie. - Because he took you?
Who do you think you are, Houdini?
You don't have to be a whodunit to tell a cold deck.
All you have to know is the difference between hot and cold.
- That guy rung a cold deck in on me. - Balderdash!
You're always suspicious of everybody.
Remember the clergyman you said was a pickpocket and he turned out a bishop?
- I still ain't so sure. - The guy trying to slip you a mickey?
- Only he was taking aspirin. - I ain't so sure about him neither.
I suppose you think this gentleman and his daughter... lost $600 to me just so they could fleece me later.
- Yeah. - Yeah?
Well, in the first place, he happens to be Colonel Harrington, a very important oil man.
In the second place, I'm an expert card player.
I've been fooling with cards all my life. I do tricks with cards.
They might know a couple of tricks you ain't seen yet.
What's the matter?
Oh, I'm sorry. That slimy snake.
- I've been dreaming about him all night. - You mean Pike?
No, his reptile.
He travels with a snake act. He's a... He's an ophi...
Oh, I don't know. He likes snakes.
You mean he isn't in the beer business?
He's in the ale business. It seems there's a very big difference.
You had me worried. I thought we'd sweetened the wrong kitty.
Oh, no, he's the real McPike. Hmm.
- That poor sap. That card trick. - Tragic.
- What are you dealing?
- Fifths.
- Like heck you're dealing fifths. - Want to bet?
Do it again.
Now let me see the aces.
Hmm.
Now, let me see them.
- I don't believe it. - It's just virtuosity.
- Harry. - Yes, darling?
Tell me my fortune.
Good morning. Thank you for the roses.
Gee, you look pretty. I hope you slept well.
I'm still a little jumpy. How is that, uh, Emma?
- She's just having breakfast. - What does she eat?
Don't tell me.
No, I won't.
I hope you didn't mind my asking you to breakfast.
It wouldn't be polite if I said I did, would it?
- No, I don't suppose it would. - And it wouldn't be true either.
You have the darnedest way of bumping a fellow down and bouncing him up again.
- And then bumping him down again. - Oh.
I could imagine life with you being a series of ups and downs, lights and shadows, some irritation, but very much happiness.
Why, Hopsie!
Are you proposing to me so soon?
- No, of course not. I'm just... - Then you ought to be more careful.
- People have been sued for much less. - Not by girls like you.
Don't you know it's dangerous to trust people you don't know very well?
- Well, I know you very well. - People you haven't known very long.
Oh, I've known you a long time in a way.
Breakfast, sir?
- What did you say?
- I said breakfast, sir?
Two scotch and sodas with plain water. You take it plain, don't you?
- Don't you take cream and sugar in it?
- No, I always drink it black.
Oh.
- Say, what am I talking about?
- That's what I was wondering.
How about a nice bicarbonate of soda with an egg in it?
It does wonders.
He doesn't understand.
- Want the strippers on the right?
- I hardly need them, Gerald.
- I can take this boy with a deck. - Just to be on the safe side.
- High card cuts on the outside, cold hands in the middle. - Cold hands I love
Blue readers on the outside, red nearest the heart.
- I could play the whole ship with these. - Hello, Harry. Hello, Gerald.
- Hello, Jean. - Greetings, my little minx.
I hope I find you well and that your little pal hasn't fallen overboard.
- With our $600. - He's jut gone to dress for dinner.
You'd better do the same, because we are going to play cards tonight.
- And I don't mean "old maid. " - I think Charles is in love with me.
- No! - Of course he's in love with you.
Who is he not to be in love with you who have beautified the North Atlantic?
- Better men than he... - I mean on the level.
- The others were on the bias? - Oh, stop kidding.
I'm not kidding. I was never more delighted. You have as usual taken...
- You don't get the point. I like him. - Why shouldn't you like him?
There's as fine a specimen of the sucker sapiens as I've have ever seen.
- There's a man who does card tricks! - I think he's going to ask me to marry him.
- No! - No!
- Yes. - That's wonderful, Jean.
No wonder you're blushing. And that fortunate young man.
- Fortunate, indeed. - Can't you hear his pulses pounding?
His ears must be ringing like telephone bells.
His hands are clammy with excitement.
He won't know an ace from a deuce.
- You weren't thinking of taking him?
- What were you thinking of?
I don't think you understand, either of you.
This is on the up-and-up.
I - I think I'm in love with the poor fish, snakes and all.
He's... Oh, I don't know.
He's kind of touched something in my heart.
And I'd give a lot to be...
Well, I mean, I'm going to be exactly the way he thinks I am.
- The way he'd like me to be. - I'm sure that's very noble, Jean.
And I wish you all the happiness in the world,
- All the boys and girls you want. - You'll go straight too?
- Straight to where?
- You know what I mean.
You can come and live with us. You too, Gerald. Well, part of the time anyway.
We'll probably have a beautiful place. And think how peaceful you can be.
Playing cribbage with Gerald.
I can see myself roaming around your estate... with a weedsticker, 50 cents a week and a pair of new slippers for Christmas.
The trouble with people who reform is they want to rain on everybody else's parade.
- Tend to knitting.
I'll play cards.
- Not with him.
- Remember that sucker has $500 of ours? - Six hundred.
I suppose you could take that back.
- You bet I could, and a little dividend along with it.
- Oh, no. - Oh, yes. - You'll find I can play a cards myself.
- You think so?
- I'm not your daughter for free.
Give me a pack of those.
You'll find out.
Children don't respect their parents anymore.
I haven't been quite as lucky tonight as usual, have I?
You don't know how lucky. The colonel has been drawing wonderful cards.
- I believe it's my deal. - I haven't got my mind on the game.
I noticed that. How much are you behind?
Oh, about $3,000.
Well, well, well. You've given me a good hand at last.
I'm glad you like it.
You'll have to be pretty good to beat me. I'll open for 100.
Nevertheless, I'll raise you 100.
Too good for me.
I'm afraid I'll have to raise you 100.
Well, you must have something pretty good.
Still...
Excuse me.
Still...
I'll raise you 100.
Sorry to see you lose your money, but I can't let that challenge go unanswered.
And 100.
Well, you're making me very nervous.
But I must raise you 200.
A Pike doesn't know the meaning of the word "fear. "
And 100.
A Harrington doesn't know the meaning of the word "defeat. "
And 200. What are you doing?
Oh, I'm so sorry. I thought I'd given you six cards.
Far from it, my little minx.
Far from it.
- And 100. - I wonder if I have enough money.
Oh, yes, plenty, plenty.
I'll raise you 1,000.
I don't want to win so much from you, but I'll call you just to show you how hopeless it is.
Cards?
Not unless you have another queen, which I doubt.
Well, I'll see what I can do. What do you know about that?
I thought at least one of you had four aces.
I'll check my four queens. What have you?
I regret to say that I was bluffing.
Spare me the shame of showing you on what.
Oh, say, I'm embarrassed.
- Maybe I should have laid my cards down. - You don't think he minds?
Father loves to lose. How do you stand now?
Oh, just about $1,000 behind.
You're going to stop right there. I'll meet you on a-deck in five minutes.
But I want your word of honor that you won't play even one more hand.
You have it.
Know any more games, Harry?
Wonderful girl.
Yes, isn't she?
I, uh...
I don't know whether you noticed, but, uh...
If you have no objections, it was...
It was my intention to, uh, ask Miss Harrington...
I mean, your daughter... to, uh, be mine.
Why, my dear boy!
You see me astonished!
Why, that was the last thing that entered my mind.
Bless my soul. We must have a drink on that. Steward, two drinks.
- Well, I'm all emotional. - Thank you, sir.
To say that I am thunderstruck is an understatement.
She'll probably turn you down, but anyway...
- I intend to make her as happy as I can. - She asks very little.
- I suppose you know I'm very rich. - Aren't we all?
I'm sorry in a way because it would be so pleasant... to buy lovely "nonsensities" for somebody who'd never had them.
Wouldn't it? That's the tragedy of the rich. They don't need anything.
As a matter of fact, Charles, I don't even like winning $1,000 from you...
Oh, my dear sir, it isn't a drop in the ocean.
Why, every time the clock ticks, 14 people swig a bottle of Pike.
I don't know why, but there you are.
It's the principle of the thing that bothers me.
A father who wins from his own son-in-law, how does that look?
Here, let's wipe out that 1,000. Double or nothing.
Well, I promised Jean I wouldn't play anymore.
This isn't playing. This is undoing an absurdity.
Here, $1,000. High card takes it. Go ahead.
Why... Well...
Darn it all. Now we'll have to try again.
- That's 2,000 I owe you. - For the moment.
I wish you wouldn't do that. I'm sure if you tried once more...
No, thanks. I'd rather pay 32,000 than lose a really large amount.
This is very embarrassing. Just make it out to cash.
It could be even more embarrassing.
Thirty-two thousand... dollars... and no cents.
Uh, don't mention the middle name. I wouldn't want Jean to know it.
As a matter of fact,
I'd prefer if you wouldn't tell Jean anything about the whole transaction.
- You may depend upon it. - You certainly may!
- You promised you wouldn't play anymore. - We didn't play anymore, Jean.
- We... We were just wiping out my loss. - You need a keeper!
Now that you've taught Charles not to play "double or nothing,"
- what are you Gonna do with that check?
- Just this, my pretty child.
You mean it was just a joke?
Why, of course.
You don't actually think I'd bleed my own daughter's friend, do you?
Perish the thought! Come on!
Good night. Your check, sir.
That was a terrible lesson the colonel almost taught me.
- Yeah, he's a great joker. - He certainly had me fooled.
- Gee, you look lovely. - Thank you.
I, uh... I spoke to your father about something.
Did you?
Yes.
Would you like to go up in the bow of the boat and stand in the wind?
I'd love to.
The air is good, isn't it?
It makes you feel all clean inside and nice.
- Don't move. - What?
I've just understood something.
Every time I've looked at you here on the boat, it wasn't only here I saw you.
You seemed to go way back.
I know that isn't clear, but I saw you here, and at the same time further away, then still further away;
and then very small, like converging perspective lines.
That isn't it. It's like... like people following each other in a forest glade.
Only way back there you're a little girl with a short dress and your hair... falling to your shoulders, and a little boy is standing, holding your hand.
In the middle distance, I'm still with you, not holding your hand anymore because it isn't manly, but wanting to.
And then still further, we look terrible.
You with your legs like a colt and mine like a calf.
What I'm trying to say is... only I'm not a poet, I'm an ophiologist...
I've always loved you. I mean, I've never loved anyone but you.
I know that sounds dull as a drugstore novel, and what I see inside I'll never be able to cast into words, but that's what I mean.
I wish we were married and on our honeymoon now.
So do I. But it isn't as simple as all that, Hopsie.
I'm terribly in love, and you seem to be too.
So one of us has to think and try and keep things clear.
Maybe I can do that better than you can.
They say a moonlit deck is a woman's business office.
- Are you the purser?
- Just a moment. Mr. Klink, please.
- You the purser? - Yes.
What is it, please?
I want to ask you a "hypothermical" question.
- Maybe that would be better to ask the doctor. - Never mind the wisecracks.
What I want the dope on is, if there happened to be card sharks on this tub...
Shh! Not so loud, please. In the first place, there isn't any, and...
- Could you prove it if there was?
- A passenger is a passenger, my friend.
If he pays for his ticket and doesn't steal the ship's towels, who are we to go slandering him?
You don't happen to be a mouthpiece? You talk like a law school.
I was admitted to the BAR, if that's what you're talking about.
The drinks are on you. I watch out for the kid, the Pike kid.
I watch out for him, and you're gonna watch out for him, or you'll be right on the beach selling' popcorn.
His old man knows your president. A wire from me is all it takes.
When old man Pike goes into action, you'll be in the side pocket.
- All I gotta do... - You needn't try to intimidate me, Mr...
- Murgatroyd to you. - Troygamoyd.
If I should discover that Mr. Pike was in any danger of being swindled,
I might have some photographs...
confidential, of course... of some of the better known alleged professional card players.
Not that I admit there are any on this ship. You understand?
Naw, they're swimming alongside in the water.
Come in. - Good morning.
- Good morning, Harry.
- Think you're pretty smart, don't you?
- You know I had to.
You're such an old scoundrel. You'd skin me if you had the chance.
Aren't you ashamed of yourself?
- Are you really in love with this mug?
- Uh-huh.
Don't you think it a little dangerous? I don't mean for us, for your heart.
They're apt to be slightly narrow-minded, these righteous people.
A man who couldn't forgive wouldn't be much of a man.
What about his family?
You're going to tell him who we are before you marry him?
- I presume he's offered you marriage. - Of course he did.
- And you're going to tell him?
- Of course.
But you're not going to tell him till you get off the boat.
You'd have to be fair to Gerald and to me.
Naturally.
I hope you'll never be unhappy.
I hope I'll never be more unhappy than I am right now.
- He's waiting for you?
- Uh-huh.
- And you're in a hurry to get to him?
- Uh-huh!
Then I'll leave you.
Good morning.
- Oh, what do you want?
- How much did you lose last night?
- Nothing. Why?
- You see?
There's something screwy somewhere. This is a gang of sharpies.
Sherlock Holmes! What's the matter, did you lose?
- The guy lets me win a few fish. - So you get twice as suspicious?
- That's right? - You ought to put handles on that skull.
- Maybe you could grow geraniums in it. - Yeah?
Well, get a load of this and see what you can grow in it. Gratitude!
That's what you get for savin' a guy's life.
Philo Vance!
If you didn't lose any money last night, I would prefer you didn't look in there.
- I didn't lose any. - There's only one other possibility.
They might be aiming at higher game.
What are you talking about?
You haven't fallen in love, have you?
What's it got to do with you?
Look at the photograph. I'll take the consequences. Good morning, sir.
- Straight scotch. - Yes, sir.
Why, Hopsie! What are you doing at the bar at this hour?
- Good morning. - Morning, darling.
You look like the last grave over near the willow.
Are you worried about something?
- Should I be?
- Of course you should, falling in love with a girl in the middle of an ocean.
You see, Hopsie, you don't know very much about girls.
The best ones aren't as good as you probably think they are, and the bad ones aren't as bad.
Not nearly as bad.
You're right to worry, falling in love with an adventuress on the high seas.
- Are you an adventuress?
- All women are. They have to be.
If you waited for a man to propose, you'd die of old maidenhood.
That's why I let you try my slippers on, and then I put my cheek against yours;
then I made you put your arms around me, and then I...
I fell in love with you, which wasn't in the cards.
- Jean. - Yes, darling?
What's that?
You'd better look.
Rotten likeness, isn't it?
I never cared for that picture.
Good morning.
Breakfast? Melon, grapefruit, orange juice?
- Just some coffee, please. - Yes, indeed.
Please don't look so upset. I was going to tell you when we got to New York.
I would have told you, only it wouldn't have been fair to Harry and Gerald.
You never know how someone's going to take things like that.
And... well... maybe I wanted you to love me a little more too.
You believe me, don't you?
You don't think I was going to marry you without telling you?
You don't think that badly of me.
Or do you?
Why didn't you let your father rob me last night?
If you didn't believe what I just told you, you wouldn't believe that either.
You wouldn't understand.
Anyway, I'm...
I'm glad you got the picture this morning instead of last night, if that means anything to you.
It should.
You thought you were having a lot of fun with me, didn't you?
I...
I was having a lot of fun with you, Hopsie.
More fun than I've ever had with anybody.
You were certainly very funny showing Harry how to palm a card.
- You were pretty funny yourself. - When?
Trying to play me for a sucker when they told me who you were the morning after I met you.
- Who told you?
- Never mind who told me.
You mean you were playing me for a sucker?
I don't believe it.
But if you were...
If you were just trying to make me feel cheap and hurt me,
you succeeded handsomely.
You ought to be very proud of yourself, Mr. Pike.
Very proud of yourself.
Your coffee, miss!
There, there, there.
My gracious! You know you shouldn't draw to an inside straight.
I hate that mug. I hate him!
There, there.
When I think we let that sucker off scot-free, it makes my blood boil!
- I told you not to mix business. - I won't again, believe me.
- "Scot-free" is perhaps an exaggeration. - Hmm?
How did you do it?
Don't you remember he showed me how to palm things?
With two strokes of a hot iron, it'll come out like new.
I feel a lot better already.
Come on, baby! Roll, you sweet pappy! Roll them heels!
- He took it too wide. - He'll be all right.
- In a pig's neck, he'll be all right. - Come on, pappy!
- Pappy needs them pennies! - Keep it down to a riot!
Oh, baby, don't do that!
What I can't understand is how he finished fifth!
There were only five horses in the race.
What do you expect when you bet on a goat called "After You"?
Pardon me, but is this seat taken?
My dear Harry! Bless my soul!
- William at the moment. - William, of course.
I'm enchanted to see you again, My dear William. And you, Gerald.
- And the lady pretty as a pack of aces. - Hello, Pearlie.
Sir Alfred at the moment, my pretty child.
Sir Alfred McGlennan Keith at your service.
You're certainly a sight for lame peepers.
I've seen nobody, absolutely not a soul in our set, since the boat stopped running.
- What's your pitch, Pearlie?
- Sir Alfred.
I have a little nest on the edge of a town called Bridgefield, a town that's full of millionaires.
It's in the heart of the contract bridge belt, a wonderful game!
- Bridgefield, Connecticut?
- Precisely. I have my dogs.
I have my horses. I have my little house. I have my antiques.
We play a little game here and a little game there, then we play somewhere else.
Sometimes my luck is good. Sometimes my luck is better.
- One thing and another, what a dream! - How do you meet them?
When one's name is Sir Alfred McGlennan Keith, R.F.D., one doesn't have to meet them.
One fights them off with sticks. Then again, just think, there's no hurry!
- You have them by the year like a lease. - Ah, Pearlie.
- Tell me, do you know the Pikes?
- What do you care if he does?
Oh, do I know them?
I positively swill in their ale.
Good old Horace. What a card player.
Do you know Charles?
Is he the tall, backward boy who's always toying with toads and things?
- I think I have seen him skulking about. - He isn't backward.
- He's a scientist. - Oh, is that what it was? I knew he was... peculiar.
Well, it's charming to have seen you again. Now, what have we in the fifth?
- Say, Pearlie.
- Yeah?
- Could I visit you sometime?
- Could you visit me sometime?
- As your niece. - As my niece?
My dear girl, you have to be English.
I've been English before. I shall be as English as necessary.
Why don't you stop talking nonsense?
Because I want to see that guy.
I've got some unfinished business with him.
I need him like the axe needs the turkey!
Better go make your bets.
Come, landlord fill the flowing bowl
Until it doth run over
For tonight we'll merry, merry be
Tomorrow we'll be sober
Yeah. Yeah.
Yeah, that's right.
Black tie or white tie? You can wear a green one for all I care.
What party is that?
Who's giving it?
Oh! We are!
Well, it's funny they wouldn't say something to me about it.
Yeah, this is Mr. Pike speaking. Mr. who?
I don't get it. I'll probably meet you at the party tonight anyhow.
By the way, what time is it?
Thanks.
Nuthouse.
Hey, where is everybody?
Where's my breakfast?
"Crest: a lion couchant gardant or... holding between the paws an escutcheon sable charged with a cock proper.
Motto: hyphen sic erat in fatis. " - Here, you do it. - Nonsense!
It's perfectly simple. Second or third, a fesse dancette, between three crosses crosslet.
- Crosses crosslet. - That's right.
- Horses horselet! - Emile!
- Nutzes nutslet! Wit gules! - Remember who you are!
- Yes, sir? - When do I eat?
- They must have overlooked you. I'll get you something right away. - It's about time.
- You'll regret this day, my lad! - Fusils!
- Oh, that's all very well. - Fitchee! Fitchee!
- Where's the snake food?
- Oh, get it yourself, Ambrose!
Lay off the Ambrose. Why didn't you shave in your room?
- Keep your remarks to yourself. - What's the matter with him?
- Fitchee! - Where's the snake food?
- In the icebox. Where do you think it is?
- What's the matter with everybody?
- The master's breakfast, please. - You can take it up with somebody else.
What did I do?
Hey, you!
- Huh? - Come here.
While you're inside...
No speak.
Ohhh!
If that's the knife sharpener, take him around to the back.
Yes, ma'am.
You just sit there, and I'll be back before you can say...
- Piano?
- What do you want?
- Where's the piano, kindly?
- Where do you think it is?
- I'll show you. - And don't forget to come back.
- Say, Burrows. - Yes, sir. Good morning, sir.
- You haven't seen a little brown crotalis colobrinus, have you?
- With pink spots.
I rejoice to say that I have not, sir.
That's all I'd be needing this morning.
Thank you, sir.
Okay. And try and keep off the grass.
Next!
Where'd you get that thing?
- Good evening, my man. - How are you?
- Uh... - Come on, lady. We're holding up the traffic.
Come, my dear.
Right you are, Glenny. Coming.
And keep off the grass. Next!
Just here, Your Ladyship.
- Good evening, Burrows. Yeah. - Sir Alfred.
- Your Ladyship. - Your Ladyship.
Your Ladyship.
The Lady Eve Sidwich... and Sir Alfred McGlennan Keith.
- Welcome, my dear. - Good evening.
- Sir Alfred. - Hello, hello, hello!
How are you, Glenny?
Glad to see you, you old rascal.
- Horace, my lad. My niece Lady Sidwich. - How do you do?
Well, this is a surprise, miss, uh... Say, what do I call you?
Well, Horace, I should think you'd know.
Oh, please. Just call me Eve.
Just plain Eve. Isn't that wonderful?
You're just the kind of a girl I've been looking for all my life.
- We'll get this over with quick, and you and I will have a little drink. - Ripping!
Just the word for it. Come on.
I hope Horace won't frighten her to death.
- How long has she been in America?
- Three days.
- Three days, and to meet Horace right away. - Oh, I don't know.
How did she come over?
I didn't know the boats were running.
- A battleship. - A battleship?
- Well, actually, a cruiser. - But then she must be very, very...
- Oh, very! - Well!
Oh, dear!
Naturally, I was frightfully anxious to see Uncle Alfred, and as I didn't know just where Connect-i-cut was...
I took the tube.
The subway.
And to the official, I said, " Be so good as to let me off at Connect-i-cut. "
You see, I thought we'd have the boxes... sent up on a dray later that afternoon.
- The what?
- Trunks on a truck.
So he said, " Lady, I don't know where Connect-i-cut is, but this train goes to Harlem. "
But I don't know how he knew I was a lady!
So I said, " Do you think I'd do better on a tram?"
And he said, "Well, now, uh... you couldn't do worse. "
So I thanked him and returned to the street.
Oh, but I must say I felt an awful fool!
- Then how did you get here? - I took a taxi.
- From New York?
- Oh, yes!
Oh, Charlie, I want you to meet Lady Eve Sidwich.
- How do you do? - Go on.
The chauffeur said it wasn't far, so I said, "Very well. "
- But the city seemed enormous! - At 20 cents a mile!
- Isn't your son feeling well?
- What's the matter with you?
Well... I mean to say, uh... haven't we met?
But of course we have! Your father just introduced us.
- Aren't you feeling well?
- Uh... sure.
Oh, I'm so sorry. You meant, hadn't you met me before someplace.
- Yes. - Very probably. Let me see.
Where could it have been? - Deauville? Biarritz?
No. I know! Le Touquet!
You had a moustache at the time, and you tried to meet me in the casino.
- No. - Huh. I give up.
Let's have a drink.
It couldn't have been on the S.S. Southern Queen between here and South America, could it?
Oh, I'm afraid not. You see, I've never been in South America.
You've never been in South America?
She's never been in South America.
As a matter of fact, I've never been in North America until about three days ago.
Oh, you haven't? Well, you weren't on the S.S. Southern Queen.
Say, what's the matter with you?
Oh, uh... I'm sorry.
Oh! Were you in love with her?
He was in love with her, but he don't remember what she looked like.
Don't let them tease you. You can tell me all about her.
Well, on some days my son seems brighter than others.
Well, I don't know what she looked like, but if she looked anything like you, here's to her.
Thank you.
It was a white one with enormous teeth!
- Dinner is served, madam. - Thank you, Burrows. Dinner, Horace.
Oh. Come on. Let's put on the feed bag.
Take my arm, and we'll fight our way through.
Charming. Simply charming.
- Did you hurt yourself? - No, I'm fine.
- Oh. - I just...
You haven't been hitting the bottle lately, have you?
- Of course he hasn't. Anybody's apt to trip. - Not over a sofa.
That sofa's been there for 15 years, and no one ever fell over it before.
Oh, well, now the ice is broken.
You go upstairs and take a bath, and I'll like you just as much as ever.
There's a good boy.
Toodle-oo!
So long.
Oh!
That's the same dame.
She looks the same, she walks the same... and she's tossing you just like she done the last time.
- She doesn't talk the same. - Anybody can put on an act.
Guess who I am.
- Weren't her eyes closer together? - They were not.
They were right where they are, on each side of her nose.
- Why should she do it?
- I don't know. Maybe she wants you to fall for her again.
- Do I look that dumb?
- You wouldn't be the first one.
I knew a guy married the same dame three times, then turned around and married her aunt.
- No. - Huh?
- They look too much alike. - You said it. There couldn't be two...
They look too much alike to be the same.
That's what I've been telling you. They... Huh?
If she came here with her hair dyed yellow and eyebrows different or...
What's hair to a skirt? I used to go with a little Eskimo dame...
She didn't dye her hair, and she didn't pretend she'd never seen me before.
- She says I look familiar. - Why shouldn't you?
Because if I did, she wouldn't admit it.
If she didn't look so exactly like the other girl, I might be suspicious.
You don't understand psychology.
If you wanted to pretend you were someone else, you'd glue a muff on your chin, and the dog wouldn't even bark at you.
You tryin' to tell me this ain't the same rib was on the boat?
She even wears the same perfume!
I don't know.
It's the same dame.
Oh, there he is!
I had to change my coat.
Well, don't knock the table over.
- All right now? - Yeah, I'm fine.
Thanks.
Happens to the best of us, you know. I remember a night in Bombay. Have you ever been in Bombay?
- You're just there. - I've been in Egypt.
I remember a night in Egypt.
I was with a small party of friends, and one day, while shooting crocodiles...
- You missed some very nice soup. - That's too bad.
- The fish was a poem. - That's fine.
Did you hear how the Lady Eve got to this country?
- How?
- You must promise not to tell a soul.
- I won't. - In a submarine.
No! Is that so?
Do you know that I find your son very handsome?
- No! Hmm! - Yes, quite.
- What's this?
- Why don't you look where you're goin'?
Why don't you keep your nose out of other people's business?
- Quiet! - For two cents, I'd smack you right... - Oh, pish tush!
Here, give me that. - What do you mean?
- Come on!
So the deaf man said, "What did you say?"
And the other passenger said...
"I hear you buried your wife. "
So the deaf man said, "I didn't quite hear you. "
Oh.
Over here.
What do you think you're doing in the dining room?
- What does it look like I'm doing? - Tsk.
- So sorry, sir. - It's about time.
And then the other passenger said...
Come on. Ladies first.
I'm so sorry. I thought he was passing it to me.
Go on.
Will you throw that roughneck out of here, or will I have to?
With enthusiasm, sir.
That's the same dame. I can tell by the way...
- I'll take over from here, Mr. Murgatroyd. - You and who else?
- I said, I'll take over from here, Ambrose. - "Ambrose"?
I said I'll take over.
I said I'll take over from here. You have no right in this room.
Well, I'll be!
Oh, I'm so sorry, sir.
Excuse me.
Oh, dear! Again?
Why don't you put on a bathing suit?
And then the countryman said, "But dash it all, mister.
"If I muss the moss, I'll miss the mass.
and I've never been behind before, besides. "
It was absolutely priceless!
- Ripping! - You mean top-hole.
There you are, laddie, and very nice too. Did you purchase it locally?
It's the last one. Anything happens to this, I'll have to wear a bath towel.
Oh, don't let it depress you, laddie. Worse things happen in the best families.
I remember an incident in Calcutta...
I hope your niece doesn't think I'm a half-wit.
Oh, bumble-puppy! Why, she's used to having young men fall for her.
You know, I think that's rather neat for a nobleman.
- It's just that this girl on the boat... - There was a girl on a boat?
- She looked so exactly like your niece... - Shhh!
Did she have the McGlennan eyes?
The cornflower blue?
- I think so. - You must never mention a word of this to a soul.
- What do you mean?
- You're rattling the skeleton.
I'm afraid you've stumbled on the sorrow of Sidwich, the secret of the century.
- Meet me in yonder window embrasure, and look as though you know nothing.
Shhh. You see, the earl was considerably older than her mama, who must never be mentioned again.
- Oh. - It was a sort of May/November romance.
Even a March/December, if you follow me.
Shhh! She'd die of shame if she thought I told you, except that she doesn't know it herself.
You see, into the gulf that separated this unfortunate couple... there was a coachman on the estate, a gay dog.
- A great hand with horses and ladies. - A coachman?
- Yes. A man who drives horses. - I know what a coachman is.
- They called him "Handsome Harry. "
- Handsome Harry?
- Shhh! - The father of the girl on the boat.
Of course. The father of the other child. After the divorce, of course.
- But they looked exactly alike. - We must close our minds to that fact.
It brings up the dreadful, unfounded suspicion... we must carry to our tombs, as it is utterly untenable, that the coachman in both instances... need I say more?
- He did! I mean, he was! - Shhh!
Do you want to bring the walls tumbling down about our ears?
Silence to the grave, and even beyond.
Oh, there you are in your nice white coat.
Would you like to come and talk to me?
I certainly would.
- And I want to apologize for seeming clumsy. - Oh, that's quite all right.
As a matter of fact, I rather enjoyed it.
I'm not that way all the time.
Of course you're not. Now where should we go?
- Oh, there's a conservatory. - Jolly. Ooh!
- What's the matter?
- Oh, I'm caught.
I'm glad it's not my fault this time.
There you are. All clear.
Entirely disgraceful.
I've never seen such a farce in a respectable house.
If I didn't hate him so much, I would've felt sorry for him.
He certainly took some nice falls.
And he's gonna take a lot more too.
Do you know why he didn't recognize me?
- Yes. - No, you don't.
I hardly recognized him myself. He seemed shorter and bonier.
It's because we don't love each other anymore.
You see, on the boat we had an awful yen for each other, so I saw him as very tall and very handsome.
He probably thought I had big melting eyes and a rosebud mouth... and a figure like Miss Long Beach, the dream of the fleet.
So you have, for that matter.
But I took the further precaution of telling him the plot... of "Cecelia, or The Coachman's Daughter", a gaslight melodrama.
- No! - Yes.
I've got to protect myself. I've got a shouting interest round here.
So I filled him full of handsome coachmen, elderly earls... young wives and the two little girls who looked exactly alike.
You mean he actually swallowed that?
Like a wolf. Well, now you've got him, what're you gonna do with him?
Finish what I started.
I'm going to dine with him, dance with him, swim with him, laugh at his jokes, canoodle with him, and then one day about six weeks from now...
Some red roses for Your Ladyship.
- Who could they be from?
- Mr. Charles Pike, Your Ladyship.
Oh, the brewer's son. Oh, rather long, aren't they?
- Just pop them in the umbrella stand. - Very good, milady.
Thank you.
I'll probably talk like a cockeyed duchess the rest of my life.
It won't even take six weeks.
One day about two weeks from now, we'll be riding in the hills, past waterfalls and mountain greenery, up and down ravines and around through vine-covered trails... till we come to a spot where the scenery will be so gorgeous,
it will rise up and smite me on the head like a hammer.
And the sunset will be so beautiful,
I'll have to get off my horse to admire it.
And as I stand there against the glory of Mother Nature, my horse will steal up behind me and nuzzle my hair.
And so will Charles, the heel.
- Stop that! - Must I?
- Oh, sorry. I thought it was the horse. - No, it was me.
- Eve? - Yes, Charles?
I suppose you know what I'm thinking about.
Possibly I have an idea.
The union of two people for life... that is, marriage...
shouldn't be taken lightly. How wise you are!
Men are more careful in choosing a tailor than they are in choosing a wife.
That's probably why they look so funny.
No, they're more careful in choosing a tailor than in choosing a wife.
- Oh. But not you, Charles. - That's right.
I think that if there's one time in your life to be careful, to weigh every pro and con, that this is the time.
Oh, yes, you... You can't be too careful.
That's right.
Now, you might think that having known you such a short time...
I... I feel I've known you always.
That's the way I feel about you.
I don't just see you here in front of the sunset, but you seem to go way back.
I see you here and, at the same time, further away and still further away and way, way back... in a long place like a... like a forest glade?
That's right. How did you guess?
Because that's where I see you always.
We held hands way, way back.
That's remarkable.
That's like telepathy.
Ohh. I can read many of your thoughts.
Well, then I need hardly tell you of the doubts I've had... before I brought myself to speak like this.
You see, Eve, you're so beautiful.
You're so fine. You're so... I don't deserve you.
Oh, but you do, Charles.
If anybody ever deserved me, you do... so richly.
- Eve. - Charles.
But you can't do that! You'll get us all into trouble!
You'll jeopardize what has taken me years to build up!
I'll certainly telephone your father.
Did she look pretty?
She did, eh?
Well, thanks, Pearlie.
Very depressing having your own daughter married, and not be there.
- Especially under an assumed name. Is that legal?
- Seems to be.
Women change their names so much anyway, it doesn't seem to matter.
- But why did she do it? - Maybe to teach him a lesson.
How?
All she said is:
"You'll see. Wait till the time comes, and it won't be long now. "
And now she's honeymooning on a train with a man she hates.
- Maybe she's going to shoot him. - She's afraid of guns.
Maybe she's going to push him out of the window.
No. You can't open a window on a train.
Come in.
- Hello. - Hello.
It's cozy, isn't it?
Ohhh, you poor darling! Oh, did you hurt yourself?
- Oh, put it right there. - It's all right.
Oh, come sit down.
Oh, poor darling. Are you all right?
- Yeah. - Oh.
What are you laughing at?
Oh, it's nothing, darling. It's just that it's so different.
- It reminds me of that other time. - What time was that?
Oh, I must be a little bit hysterical.
You see, we didn't have any money, so we went third class, and there was a farmer on the opposite bench with cheese in his lap.
Haven't you ever noticed I never eat cheese?
It was very unromantic.
- Where were you going?
- We eloped.
- Who eloped? - Me.
It was really nothing, darling.
I was only 16 at the time. You know how romantic young girls are.
It wasn't of the slightest importance, I assure you. I'm sorry I mentioned it.
Let's pretend I didn't. Kiss me, and that's all there is to it.
Now it's all finished, isn't it?
Who did you elope with?
Oh, now I've planted a seed in your mind.
Are you sure you want to know?
Oh, why don't we just forget the whole thing?
Who was it?
- Angus. - Angus?
Oh, I assure you he was no one of the slightest importance.
Oh, what a way to make me spend the wedding night.
Oh, he was just a groom on father's estate.
- A groom! - Well, not really the groom, of course.
He put on the groom's uniform on his day off, then he'd be the groom that day.
The rest of the time he was just a stable boy.
- A stable boy? - Yes, a boy who cleans up the stables.
Oh, you don't think much of my choice.
Well, he didn't look so bad in the groom's uniform... with the tight pants, the boots with yellow tops and the little fat silk hat.
- Don't you think they're cute?
- I do not.
Oh, now you're upset. I never know when to keep my mouth closed.
I was always taught to be frank and honest.
It was nothing, darling. We ran away, but they caught us and brought us back. And that's all there was to it.
That's all there was to it, except they discharged him.
Good.
When they brought you back, it was before nightfall, I trust.
- Oh, no. - You were out all night?
My dear, it took them weeks to find us.
We'd made up different names at the different inns we stayed at.
Oh, you'd die laughing at some of the names we thought of. I remember there was one...
- Yes, I'm sure I would. - Oh, now you're upset.
- Eve. - Yes, darling?
If there's one thing that distinguishes a man from a beast, it's the ability to understand, and understanding, forgive.
Surely the qualities of mercy, understanding and sweet forgiveness...
- Sweet what?
- Sweet forgiveness!
Oh.
I won't conceal from you that I wish this hadn't happened.
But it has, and so it has.
A girl of 16 is practically an idiot anyway, so I can't very well blame you for something... that was practically done by somebody else.
I want to thank you for being so frank.
The name of Angus will never cross my lips again, and I hope that you will do likewise.
Now let us smile and be as we were.
I knew you'd be that way. I knew it the moment I saw you standing beside me.
I knew you'd be both husband and father to me.
I knew I could trust and confide in you.
I suppose that's why I fell in love with you.
Thank you.
I wonder if now would be the time to tell you about Herman.
Herman. Herman? Who was Herman?
Vernon?
I thought you said Herman!
- Vernon was Herman's friend. - What a friend!
- Cecil?
- It's pronounced "Ceh-cil. "
- What did you say, dear?
- "How do you mean Hubert or Herbert?"
- They were Johns twin cousins.
- John! Who was John?
'Board!
But that's unheard of! That's what lawyers are for!
- He says... - Who says?
I don't know.
I naturally presumed it was her lawyer, but he says she says she won't have anything to do with lawyers.
- That's entirely irregular! - Well, it's a thought.
I tell you, I won't see any lawyers!
But these things are always handled by lawyers.
This isn't going to be. This is entirely between my husband and myself.
- Poppycock! - What's the matter with you?
They want to make a settlement.
They'll give you half when you leave for Reno... and the balance at the end of six weeks.
For once that we have a chance to make some honest money...
Oh, tell him to go peel an eel!
I don't think you realize the beauty of your situation.
You're holding a royal flush.
You've got him right by the ears.
You know, I had nothing to do with this arrangement.
But now that you're in it, you might as well go...
Will you let me speak with Mr. Pike, please?
She's on the phone. She wants to talk to Mr. Pike.
We can't allow that. That's entirely irregular!
Shut up. Will you talk to her?
I'll rot before I'll talk to her.
- Mr. Pike, I advise you against - Lay off!
Hello, Eve. This is Horace talking.
Hello, darling. I...
I'm awfully sorry about the trouble I've made you all.
I thought I had a reason, but now I...
Well... I just wanted to tell you this.
I won't see any lawyers, because there's nothing to see them about.
I don't want any money; I don't want anything.
He can have back his jewelry and anything else there is, and I'll go to Reno at my own expense.
I think that's only fair.
There's only one thing I want.
I want to see him first, and I...
I want him to ask me to be free.
That's all. No money, no nothing.
Only he has to come here to ask me, because... well, there's something I want to say to him... before we part.
Just a minute, Eve. All she wants is for you to go to New York and ask her.
- It's a trick! - Will you keep out of this?
Well, that's all she wants. When can you go?
If she's waiting for me to ask her, she can wait till Havana freezes over.
- Quite right. - I'll have to call you back, Eve.
He just stepped out of the office for a minute. I'll call you back.
Now you listen, you numbskull!
Go ahead and talk. I'm listening.
Hello? Yes, Horace.
I'm sorry, Eve. He won't do it.
I thought it was a pretty fair offer.
As a matter of fact, I think you're a sucker to make it.
But he won't do it.
He seemed very bitter. I'm sorry.
Oh, let me speak to him. Please, Horace!
I don't think he'd talk to you, Eve.
And anyway, he's gone to say good-bye to his mother.
Where is he going?
No.
Thank you, Horace.
- Why, Hopsie!
- Hopsie?
Hopsie. Jean!
I'm sorry, but if you knew what it meant to me to find you again.
- Can we go to your cabin or someplace? - Now just a minute.
Oh, Colonel, I'm delighted to see you again.
We must play cards this trip. Steward, some champagne for the colonel.
- Certainly, Mr. Pike. - Come on.
You really haven't the right to drag me off like this, Hopsie.
Are you sure we're on the right boat, Sylvester?
Oh, why didn't you take me in your arms that day?
Why did you let me go?
Why did we have to go through all this nonsense?
Don't you know you're the only man I ever loved?
Don't you know I couldn't look at another man if I wanted to?
Don't you know I waited all my life for you, you big mug?
- Will you forgive me?
- For what?
Oh, you mean on the boat.
The question is, can you forgive me?
- What for?
- Oh, you still don't understand.
I don't want to understand. I don't want to know. Whatever it is, keep it to yourself.
All I know is, I adore you. I'll never leave you again. We'll work it out somehow.
There's just one thing. I feel it's only fair to tell you.
It would never have happened except she looked like you.
- I have no right to be in your cabin. - Why?
- Because I'm married. - But so am I, darling.
Positively the same dame!
Yes, sweetheart?
There's a girl wants to see you. Her name's Wonderly.
A customer?
I guess so. You'll want to see her, anyway. She's a knockout.
Shoo her in, Effie, darling. Shoo her in.
Will you come in, Miss Wonderly?
Thank you.
- Won't you sit down, Miss Wonderly? - Thank you.
I inquired at the hotel for the name of a reliable private detective.
They mentioned yours.
Suppose you tell me about it from the very beginning.
I'm from New York.
I'm trying to find my sister.
I have reason to believe that she's here in San Francisco with a man by the name of Thursby, Floyd Thursby.
I don't know where she met him.
We've never been as close as sisters ought to be.
If we had, perhaps Corinne would have told me that she was planning on running away with him.
Mother and Father are in Honolulu. It would kill them. I've got to find her before they get back home.
They're coming home the first of the month.
You've had word of your sister?
A letter from her about two weeks ago.
It said nothing except that she was all right.
I sent her a telegram, begging her to come home.
I sent it to General Delivery here. That was the only address she gave me.
I waited a week and no answer came, so I decided to come out here myself.
I wrote her that I was coming. I shouldn't have done that, should I?
It's not always easy to know what to do.
You haven't found her? No.
I told her in my letter that I'd be at the St. Mark and for her to meet me there.
I waited three whole days. She didn't come. Didn't even send a message.
It was horrible, waiting.
I sent her another letter to General Delivery.
Yesterday afternoon, I went to the post office.
Corinne didn't call for her mail, but Floyd Thursby did.
He wouldn't tell me where Corinne was.
He said she didn't want to see me.
I can't believe that.
He promised to bring her to the hotel, if she'd come, this evening.
He said he knew she wouldn't. He promised to come himself if she didn't.
Excuse me.
It's all right, Miles. Come in.
Miss Wonderly, my partner, Miles Archer.
Miss Wonderly's sister ran away from New York with a fellow named Floyd Thursby.
They're here in San Francisco.
Miss Wonderly has seen Thursby and has a date to meet him tonight.
Maybe he'll bring the sister with him. The chances are he won't.
Miss Wonderly wants us to find the sister, get her away from him and back home.
- Right?
- Yes.
Now, it's simply a matter of having a man at the hotel this evening to shadow him when he leads us to your sister.
If, after we've found her, she still doesn't want to leave him,
- well, we have ways of managing that. - Yeah.
But you must be careful.
I'm deathly afraid of him, of what he might do.
She's so young, and his bringing her here from New York is such a serious...
Mightn't he do something to her?
Now, just leave that to us. We'll know how to handle him.
But I want you to know he's a dangerous man.
I honestly don't think he'd stop at anything.
I don't think he'd hesitate to kill Corinne if he thought it would save him.
Could he cover up by marrying her?
He has a wife and three children in England.
Yes, they usually do, though not always in England. What's he look like?
He has dark hair and thick, bushy eyebrows.
He talks in a loud, blustery manner. He gives the impression of being a violent person.
He was wearing a light gray suit and a gray hat when I saw him this morning.
- What does he do for a living?
- I haven't the faintest idea.
- What time's he coming to see you?
- After 8:00.
All right, Miss Wonderly. We'll have a man there.
I'll look after it myself.
Thank you.
Oh, yes.
Will that be enough?
- Thank you. - Not at all.
It'll help some if you meet Thursby in the lobby.
- I will. - You don't have to look for me. - I'll see you all right.
- Thank you.
- Thank you so much. - Goodbye.
They're right enough.
They have brothers in her bag.
- What do you think of her?
Maybe you saw her first, Sam, but I spoke first.
You've got brains.
Yes, you have.
Hello?
Yeah. Speaking.
Miles Archer dead?
Where?
Bush and Stockton?
In 15 minutes.
Thanks.
Hello, Effie?
It's me.
Now, listen, precious.
Miles has been shot.
Yeah, dead.
Now, don't get excited.
Yeah.
Now, you'll have to break the news to Iva.
And keep her away from me.
That's a good girl.
Now get right over there.
You're an angel.
Bye.
- What do you want here?
- I'm Sam Spade. Tom Polhaus phoned.
I didn't know you at first. They're back there.
Hello, Sam. I figured you'd want to see it before we took him away.
Thanks, Tom. What happened?
Got him right through the pump with this.
It's a Webley.
English, ain't it?
Yeah. A Webley-Fosbery .45 automatic, 8-shot. They don't make them anymore.
- How many gone out of it?
- Just one.
Let's see. Shot up here, huh?
Standing like you are, with his back to the fence.
The man who shot him stood here.
Went over backwards, taking the top of the fence with him, and went on down the hill and got caught on that rock. That it?
That's it. The blast burnt his coat.
- Who found him? - Man on the beat.
- Anybody hear the shot?
- Somebody must've. We just got here.
You want to go down and have a look at him before we take him away?
No, you've seen everything I could.
His gun was still tucked away on his hip. Hadn't been fired.
His overcoat was buttoned.
I found a $100 bill in his vest pocket and 30 some bucks in his pants.
Was he working, Sam?
- He was tailing a guy named Thursby. - What for?
What for?
He wanted to find out where he lived. Don't crowd me, Tom.
I'm going on down and break the news to Miles' wife.
It's tough, him getting it like that, ain't it?
Miles had his faults, just like any of the rest of us, but I guess he must've had some good points, too, huh?
I guess so.
Miss Wonderly, please.
Checked out?
What time?
Any forwarding address?
Thanks.
Hello, Tom. Hello, Lieutenant. Come in.
Sit down.
Sit down.
Drink?
Did you break the news to Miles' wife, Sam?
How'd she take it?
- I don't know anything about women. - Since when?
What kind of a gun do you carry? None.
I don't like them. Course, there are some at the office.
You don't happen to have one here?
You sure about that?
Look around. Turn the dump upside down if you want to. I won't squawk if you got a search warrant.
We don't want to make any... I don't like this!
Why are you birds sucking around here for?
Tell me or get out.
You can't treat us like that, Sam. It ain't right. We got our work to do.
Why were you tailing Thursby?
I wasn't. Miles was and for the simple reason we had a client...
- Who's the client?
- Sorry, I can't tell you that.
Be reasonable, Sam. Give us a break, will you?
How we gonna turn up anything on Miles' killing if you don't tell us what you got?
Tom says you were in too much of a hurry to even stop and take a look at your dead partner.
And you didn't go to Archer's house to tell his wife.
We called your office and the girl there said you told her to do it.
I'll give you 10 minutes to get to a phone and do your talking to the girl.
I'll give you 10 minutes to get to Thursby's joint,
Geary and Leavenworth. You could do it easily in that time.
What's your boyfriend getting at, Tom?
Just this, Thursby was shot down in front of his hotel about a half an hour after you left Bush Street.
Keep your paws off me.
What time did you get home?
Just a few minutes ahead of you. I was walking around thinking things over.
We know you weren't here. We tried to get you on the phone.
- Where did you walk to?
- Up Bush Street.
- Did you see anybody...
- No. No witnesses.
Well, I know where I stand, now.
Sorry I got up on my hind legs, boys, but you fellas trying to rope me made me nervous.
Miles getting bumped off upset me, and then you birds cracking foxy.
But it's all right now, now that I know what it's all about.
Forget it, Sam.
- Thursby die? - Yeah.
How'd I kill him?
I forget.
He was shot in the back four times with a .44 or .45 from across the street.
Nobody saw it, but that's how it figures.
Hotel people know anything about him?
Nothing, except that he lived there a week.
- Alone?
- Yeah, alone.
Did you find out who he was?
What his game was?
Well, did you?
- We thought you could tell us that. - I've never seen Thursby, dead or alive.
Well, you know me, Spade.
If you did it, or if you didn't, you'll get a square deal from me and most of the breaks.
Don't know as I'd blame you much. The man that killed your partner...
But that won't stop me from nailing you.
Fair enough.
But I'd feel better about it if you'd have a drink with me.
Success to crime.
She's in there.
- I told you to keep her away from me. - Yes, but you didn't tell me how.
Don't be cranky with me, Sam. I've had her all night.
Sorry, angel. I didn't mean...
Hello, Iva.
Sam.
Darling.
Effie take care of everything?
I think so.
Sam, did you kill him?
Who put that bright idea in your head?
Well, I thought you said if it wasn't for Miles, you'd...
Be kind to me, Sam.
"You killed my husband, Sam. Be kind to me."
Don't, Iva. Don't.
You shouldn't have come here today, darling. You ought to be home.
You'll come soon?
Soon as I can.
Goodbye, Iva.
Well, how did you and the widow make out?
She thinks I shot Miles.
- So you could marry her?
- The cops think I killed Thursby, the guy Miles was tailing for that Wonderly dame.
Who do you think I shot?
Are you going to marry Iva?
Don't be silly. I wish I'd never laid eyes on her.
Do you suppose she could have killed him?
You're an angel. A nice, rattlebrained, little angel.
- Oh, am I?
- Thanks, honey.
Suppose I told you that your Iva hadn't been home many minutes when I arrived to break the news at 3:00 this morning?
Are you telling me?
She kept me waiting at the door while she undressed.
Her clothes were on a chair where she'd dumped them, hat and coat underneath.
Her slip, on top, was still warm.
She'd wrinkled up the bed, but the wrinkles weren't mashed down.
You're a detective, darling, but she didn't kill him.
Do the police really think you shot this what's-his-name?
Do they?
Look at me, Sam.
You worry me.
You always think you know what you're doing, but you're too slick for your own good.
Someday you're going to find it out. Spade and Archer.
Yes, Miss Wonderly.
Hello?
Yeah, this is Sam Spade.
Where?
Coronet Apartments, California Avenue, apartment 1001.
What's the name?
Miss LeBlanc.
Okay, I'll be right over.
Have Miles' desk moved out of the office and have "Spade and Archer" taken off all the doors and windows and have "Samuel Spade" put on.
Come in, Mr. Spade.
Everything's upside down. I haven't finished unpacking.
Sit down.
Mr. Spade, I...
I have a terrible, terrible confession to make.
That story I told you yesterday was just a story.
Oh, that. Well, we didn't exactly believe your story, Miss...
What is your name, Wonderly or LeBlanc?
It's really O'Shaughnessy. Brigid O'Shaughnessy.
We didn't exactly believe your story, Miss O'Shaughnessy.
- We believed your $200.
- You mean that...
I mean you paid us more than if you'd been telling us the truth and enough more to make it all right.
Tell me, Mr. Spade, am I to blame for last night?
You warned us that Thursby was dangerous.
Of course, you lied to us about your sister and all that, but that didn't count. We didn't believe you.
No, I wouldn't say that you were at fault.
Thank you.
Mr. Archer was so alive yesterday,
- so solid and hearty, and... - Stop it.
He knew what he was doing.
Those are the chances we take.
Was he married?
Yeah, with $10,000 insurance, no children and a wife that didn't like him.
- Please don't. - That's the way it was.
Anyway, there's no time for worrying about that now.
Out there's a flock of policemen and assistant district attorneys running around with their noses to the ground.
Mr. Spade, do they know about me?
Not yet. I've been stalling them until I could see you.
Do they have to know about me?
I mean, can't you shield me so that I won't have to answer their questions?
Maybe, but I gotta know what it's all about.
I can't tell you.
I can't tell you now.
I will later, when I can.
You've got to trust me, Mr. Spade.
I'm so alone and afraid.
I've got nobody to help me if you won't help me.
Be generous, Mr. Spade.
You're brave. You're strong.
You can spare me some of that courage and strength, surely.
Help me, Mr. Spade. I need help so badly.
I have no right to ask you. I know I haven't, but I do ask you.
Help me.
You won't need much of anybody's help. You're good.
It's chiefly your eyes, I think, and that throb you get in your voice when you say things like, "Be generous, Mr. Spade."
I deserve that.
But the lie was in the way I said it, not at all in what I said.
It's my own fault if you can't believe me now.
Now you are dangerous.
But I'm afraid I'm not going to be able to be of much help to you unless I've got some idea what it's all about.
For instance, I've gotta have some sort of a line on your Floyd Thursby.
I met him in the Orient.
We came here from Hong Kong last week. He promised to help me.
He took advantage of my dependence on him to betray me.
Betray you? How?
Why did you want him shadowed?
I wanted to find out how far he'd gone, whom he was meeting, things like that.
- Did he kill Archer?
- Certainly.
He had a Luger in his shoulder holster. Archer wasn't shot with a Luger.
Mr. Spade, you don't think I had anything to do with the death of Mr. Archer?
- Did you? - No.
That's good.
Floyd always carried an extra revolver in his overcoat pocket.
Why all the guns?
He lived by them.
The story in Hong Kong is that he first came to the Orient as bodyguard to a gambler who'd had to leave the States.
The gambler had since disappeared, and Floyd knew about the disappearance. I don't know.
I do know he always went heavily armed, and that he never went to sleep without covering the floor around his bed with crumpled newspapers so that nobody could come silently into his room.
You picked a nice sort of a playmate.
Only that sort could have helped me, if he'd been loyal.
- How bad a spot are you actually in?
- Bad as could be.
Physical danger?
I'm not heroic. I don't think there's anything worse than death.
- Then it's that?
- It's that, as surely as we're sitting here.
Unless you help me.
Who killed Thursby, your enemies or his?
I don't know.
His, I suppose.
I'm afraid. I don't know.
This is hopeless. I don't know what you want done.
I don't even know if you know what you want done.
You won't go to the police?
Go to them? All I got to do is stand still, and they'll be swarming all over me.
All right, I'll tell them all I know, and you'll have to take your chances.
You've been patient with me. You've tried to help me.
It's useless and hopeless, I suppose.
I do thank you for what you've done. I'll have to take my chances.
- How much money have you got?
- I've got about $500 left.
Give it to me.
- There's only $400 here. - I had to keep some to live on.
- Well, can't you get some more? - No.
Haven't you got anything you can raise some money on?
- I've got some furs and a little jewelry. - You'll have to hock them.
There you are.
I'll be back as soon as I can with the best news I can manage.
I'll ring four times, long, short, long, short.
And no, you needn't bother to come to the door. I'll let myself in.
Anything stirring?
Did you send the flowers?
You're invaluable, darling. Say, get my lawyer on the phone, will you?
Hello, Sid?
I think I'm going to have to tell a coroner to go to blazes, Sid.
Hey, can I hide behind the sanctity of my client's identity, secrets and what-nots all the same, priest or lawyer?
Yeah, I know, but Dundy's getting a little rambunctious, and maybe it is a bit thick this time.
Yeah. What'll it cost to be on the safe side?
Well, maybe it's worth it.
Okay, go ahead.
Gardenia.
Quick, darling, in with him.
Will you come in, Mr. Cairo?
Will you sit down, Mr. Cairo?
Thank you, sir.
Now, what can I do for you, Mr. Cairo?
May a stranger offer condolences for your partner's unfortunate death?
Thanks.
Is there, Mr. Spade, as the newspapers imply, a certain relationship between that unfortunate happening and the death a little later of the man Thursby?
I beg your pardon. No.
More than idle curiosity prompted my question.
See, Mr. Spade, I'm trying to recover an ornament that, shall we say, has been mislaid.
I thought and hoped you could assist me.
The ornament is a statuette, a black figure of a bird.
I am prepared to pay, on behalf of the figure's rightful owner, the sum of $5,000 for its recovery.
I am prepared to promise that, what is the phrase?
No questions will be asked.
$5,000 is a lot of money.
Yes, Effie?
No, that'll be all. Just be sure to lock the door behind you on your way out.
Good night.
$5,000 is...
You will clasp your hands together at the back of your neck.
I intend to search your offices, Mr. Spade.
I warn you, if you attempt to prevent me, I shall certainly shoot you.
Go ahead and search.
Will you please come to the center of the room?
I have to make certain that you are not armed.
Look what you did to my shirt.
Sorry.
But imagine my embarrassment when I found out that $5,000 offer was just hooey.
Mr. Spade, my offer is genuine.
I am prepared to pay $5,000 for the figure's return.
- Do you have it? - No.
But if it isn't here, why did you risk serious injury to prevent my searching for it?
Why should I sit around here and let people come in and stick me up?
But certainly it is only natural that I try to save the owner such a considerable expense, if possible.
Who is he?
Mr. Spade, you'll forgive my not answering that question.
Yeah, well, I think we'd be better off all around if we'd put our cards on the table.
No, I do not think it would be better.
You see, Mr. Spade, if you know more than I do, then I shall profit by your knowledge.
So will you, to the extent of $5,000.
There's nothing like $5,000 here.
You want some assurance of my sincerity?
- A retainer?
Would that do? - It might.
You will take, say, $100?
No. I will take, say, $200.
Now, let's see, your first guess was that I had the bird. There's nothing to that.
What's your second guess?
That you know where it is, or at least you know it is where you can get it.
You're not hiring me to do any murders or burglaries, but simply to get it back if possible, in an honest, lawful way?
If possible.
But in any case, with discretion.
When you wish to contact me, sir, I'm staying at the Hotel Belvedere, room 635.
I sincerely expect the greatest mutual benefit from our association, Mr. Spade.
May I please have my gun, now?
Oh, sure. I'd forgotten all about it.
Will you please clasp your hands together at the back of your neck?
I intend to search your offices.
Why, sure.
Go ahead.
- Turn to the right and go up the hill, driver.
Mr. Spade.
Do you bring any news?
I mean, did you manage it so that the police won't have to know about me?
Well, they won't for a while, anyway.
You are wonderful.
You won't get into any trouble, will you?
I don't mind a reasonable amount of trouble.
Do sit down.
You aren't exactly the sort of a person you pretend to be, are you?
Why, I'm not sure I know exactly what you mean.
The schoolgirl manner. You know, blushing, stammering and all that.
I haven't lived a good life. I've been bad.
Worse than you could know.
Yeah, well, that's good, because if you actually were as innocent as you pretend to be, we'd never get anywhere.
I won't be innocent.
Good.
By the way, I saw Joel Cairo tonight.
- Do you know him?
- Only slightly.
You're good. You're very good.
- What did he say?
- About what?
- About me. - Nothing.
- What did you talk about then?
- He offered me $5,000 for the black bird.
You're not going to go around the room straightening things and poking the fire again, are you?
No, I'm not.
- What did you say?
- I said $5,000 was a lot of money.
It is.
It's more than I can ever offer you if I have to bid for your loyalty.
That's good coming from you.
What have you ever given me beside money?
You ever given me any of your confidence, any of the truth?
Haven't you tried to buy my loyalty with money and nothing else?
What else is there I can buy you with?
I don't care what your secrets are, but I can't go ahead without more confidence in you than I've got now.
You've got to convince me that you know what this is all about, that you aren't just fiddling around, hoping it'll all come out right in the end.
Can't you trust me a little longer?
How much is a little?
What are you waiting for?
I've got to talk to Joel Cairo.
You can see him tonight. He's at the theater. It'll be out soon.
- I'll leave a message at his hotel. - He can't come here.
I can't let him know where I am. I'm afraid.
My place, then.
Hello?
- I want to leave a message for Joel Cairo. - All right.
You know, I never would've placed myself in this position if I didn't trust you completely.
That again?
Do you know that's true, though?
You don't have to trust me, so long as you can persuade me to trust you.
But don't worry about that now.
He'll be along any minute.
You get your business with Cairo over with, then we'll see how we stand.
And you'll let me go about it with him in my own way?
Sure.
You are a godsend.
Well, now don't overdo it.
Mr. Spade, there is a boy outside. He seems to be watching the house.
Yeah, I know. I spotted him.
What? What's that?
What boy?
I don't know. A kid. He's been trailing me all evening.
- Did he follow you to my apartment?
- No. I shook him long before that.
Come in, Mr. Cairo.
- I'm delighted to see you again, madam. - I was sure you would be, Joel.
Mr. Spade told me about your offer for the Falcon.
- How soon can you have the money ready?
- The money is ready.
- In cash?
- Yes.
You're ready to pay $5,000 if we turn over the Falcon to you?
Excuse me, please. I must have expressed myself badly.
I did not mean to say that I have the money in my pocket, but that I am ready to get it for you on a few minutes' notice, anytime during banking hours.
That's probably true.
He only had a couple of hundred on him when I searched him late this afternoon at my office.
I shall be able to have the money for you at, say, 10:30 in the morning.
But I haven't got the Falcon.
I'll have it in another week at the most, though.
Then where is it?
- Where Floyd hid it.
- Floyd hid...
And you know where he hid it?
Then why do we have to wait a week?
Perhaps not a whole week.
And why, if I may ask another question, are you willing to sell it to me?
Because I'm afraid.
After what happened to Floyd, I'm afraid to touch it, except to turn it over to somebody else.
What exactly did happen to Floyd?
The fat man.
Fat man.
- Is he here?
- I don't know. I suppose so.
What difference does it make?
It might make a world of difference.
But, shall we add, more certainly the boy outside?
Yes. But you might be able to get around him, Joel, as you did the one in Istanbul.
What was his name?
You mean the one you couldn't get to come to...
This is the second time that you have laid hands on me.
When you're slapped, you'll take it and like it.
Who's that?
I don't know. Keep quiet.
Hello.
You guys pick swell hours to do your visiting in.
- What is it this time?
- We want to talk to you, Spade.
Well, go ahead and talk. We don't have to do it out here in the hall, do we, Sam?
- You can't come in. - Come off it now, Sam.
You aren't trying to strong-arm me, are you, Tom?
Why don't you be reasonable?
It would pay you to play along with us a little, Spade.
You got away with this, and you got away with that, but you can't keep it up forever.
- Stop me when you can. - That's what I intend to do.
There's talk going around about you and Archer's wife.
- Is there anything to it?
- Not a thing.
The talk is that she tried to get a divorce from him so she could put in with you, and he wouldn't give it to her.
- Anything to that? - No.
There's even talk that that's why he was put on the spot.
Don't be a hog, Dundy.
Your first idea that I killed Thursby because he killed Miles falls to pieces if you blame me for killing Miles, too.
You haven't heard me say you killed anybody.
You're the one that keeps bringing that up.
Haven't you anything better to do than to keep popping in here early every morning, asking a lot of fool questions?
- And getting a lot of lying answers. - Take it easy.
If you say there's nothing between you and Archer's wife, you're a liar and I'm telling you so.
Is that the hot tip that brought you up here at this ungodly hour of the night?
That's one of them.
And the other?
Let us in.
All right, Spade, we'll go.
Maybe you're right in bucking us. Think it over.
Help!
- I guess we're going in. - I guess you are.
What's going on in here?
Look, Officer! Look what she did!
- Did you do that?
- I had to.
I was alone in here with him. He tried to attack me.
I had to keep him off. I couldn't bring myself to shoot him.
You dirty, filthy liar! You... It isn't true!
I came up here in good faith, and then both of them attacked me.
And then when he went out to talk to you, he left her here with a pistol.
And she said as soon as you leave, they are going to kill me, so I called for help because I didn't want you to leave me and be murdered.
And then she struck me with a pistol!
Why don't you make him tell the truth?
Behave yourself, sister.
That's no way to act.
Well, Tom, I don't guess we'll be wrong running the lot of them in.
Don't be in a hurry, boys. Everything can be explained.
I'll bet.
Miss O'Shaughnessy, may I present Lieutenant Dundy and Detective Sergeant Polhaus?
Miss O'Shaughnessy is an operative in my employ since yesterday.
That's a lie, too.
That is Mr. Joel Cairo.
Cairo was an acquaintance of Thursby's.
He came into my office late this afternoon and hired me to find something that Thursby was supposed to have on him when he was bumped off.
It looked funny to me the way he put it, so I wouldn't touch it.
Then he pulled a gun on me.
Well, that's neither here nor there, unless we start preferring charges against each other.
Anyway, Miss O'Shaughnessy and I discussed the matter, and we decided to find out exactly how much he knew about Miles' and Thursby's killings, so we asked him to come up here.
Now, maybe we did put the questions to him a little roughly.
You know how that is, Lieutenant.
But we didn't hurt him enough to make him cry for help.
- Well, what have you got to say to that?
- I don't know what to say.
Try telling the facts.
- What?
Facts?
- Quit stalling.
All you have to do is swear out a complaint they took a poke at you, and I'll throw them in the can.
Go ahead, Cairo. Tell him, he'll do it.
Then we'll swear out a complaint against you, and he'll have the lot of us.
Get your hats.
Well, boys and girls, we put it over nicely.
Go on, get your hats.
Don't you know when you're being kidded?
No, but that can wait till we get down to the hall.
Wake up, Dundy, you're being kidded.
When I heard the buzzer, I said to Miss O'Shaughnessy and Cairo here,
I said, "There's the police again. They're getting to be a nuisance.
"When you hear them going, one of you scream,
"and then we'll see how far along we can string them until they tumble."
Stop it, Sam!
That cut on his head. How did that get there?
- Ask him. Maybe he cut himself shaving. - The cut?
When we pretended to be struggling for the gun, I fell over the carpet. I fell.
Horsefeathers.
Take him along, anyway, for packing a gun. Don't be a sap.
That gun was a plant. It was one of mine.
It's too bad it was only a .25, or maybe you could prove that was the gun that Miles and Thursby were shot with.
- No, Sam! No! - Well, then get him out of here.
- Get their names and addresses. - My name is Joel Cairo, Hotel Belvedere.
Miss O'Shaughnessy's address is my office.
- Where do you live? - Get him out of here!
I've had enough...
Now, now. Take it easy, will you, Sam? Is that all you want, Lieutenant?
- Yeah. - I think I'll be going now.
What's the hurry, Cairo?
There is no hurry. It's getting quite late, and...
Tell him to leave the gun.
I hope you know what you're doing, Sam.
You're absolutely the wildest, most unpredictable person I've ever known.
Do you always carry on so highhanded?
Well, you've had your talk with Cairo.
Now you can talk to me.
Yes, of course.
I'm listening.
I'm still listening.
- Look at the time. I must be going. - No.
Am I a prisoner?
Maybe the boy outside hasn't gone home yet.
Do you suppose he's still there?
Likely.
You can start now.
You are the most insistent person.
And wild and unpredictable, huh?
Say, what's this bird, this Falcon that everybody's all steamed up about?
Supposing I wouldn't tell you anything about it at all?
What would you do? Something wild and unpredictable?
I might.
It's a black figure, as you know, smooth and shiny, of a bird, a hawk or falcon, about that high.
Here.
- What makes it so important?
- I don't know. They wouldn't tell me.
They offered me £500 if I'd help them get it away from the man who had it.
That was in Istanbul?
Marmara.
Go ahead.
But that's all.
They promised me £500 if I'd help them, and I did.
Then we found out that Joel Cairo intended to desert us, taking the Falcon with him and leaving Floyd and me nothing.
So we did exactly that to him.
Then I wasn't any better off than I was before, because Floyd hadn't any intention of keeping his promise to me about sharing equally.
I'd learned that by the time we got here.
What's the bird made of?
Porcelain or black stone. I don't know. I only saw it once for a few minutes.
Floyd showed it to me when we first got hold of it.
You are a liar.
I am.
I've always been a liar.
Don't brag about it.
Was there any truth at all in that yarn?
Some.
Not very much.
Well, we got all night.
Coffee'll be ready soon. We'll have a cup and try again.
I'm so tired.
So tired of lying and making up lies.
Not knowing what is a lie and what's the truth.
I want to talk to Mr. Cairo, Joel Cairo.
Thanks.
Where is he?
- What?
- Where is he?
- Who?
- Cairo.
What do you think you're doing, Jack, kidding me?
I'll tell you when I am.
New York, aren't you?
Shove off.
You're gonna have to talk to me before you're through, sonny.
Some of you will, and you can tell the fat man I said so.
Keep asking for it and you're gonna get it, plenty.
I told you to shove off.
Shove off.
People lose teeth talking like that.
You want to hang around, you'll be polite.
Luke.
- Hello, Sam. - Hello, Luke.
Say, that was too bad about Miles.
Yeah. It was a tough break.
I want to show you something.
What do you let these cheap gunmen hang around the lobby for, with their heaters bulging in their clothes?
What do you want here?
Well, if you don't want anything, beat it and don't come back.
I won't forget you guys.
- What is it? - I don't know. I just spotted him.
- Say, what about Miles?
- I'll see you, Luke.
Good morning.
- Good morning. - There you are, sir.
Let's go someplace where we can talk.
No. Our private conversations have not been such that I'm anxious to continue them.
Forgive my speaking so bluntly, but it is the truth.
You mean last night?
What else could I do?
I had to throw in with her. I don't know where the bird is, and neither do you.
She does. How're we gonna get it if I don't play along with her?
You always have a very smooth explanation ready, huh?
What do you want me to do? Learn to stutter?
Dundy take you down to the station?
How long did they work on you?
Till a little while ago.
- What'd they shake out of you?
- Shake out?
Not one thing.
I adhered to the course you indicated earlier in your rooms, but I certainly wish you would have invented a more reasonable story.
I felt distinctly like an idiot repeating it.
Don't worry about the story's goofiness.
A sensible one would have had us all in the cooler.
- You sure you didn't tell them anything?
- I did not.
Now, you'll want sleep if you've been standing up under a police grilling all night.
- See you later.
- No, not yet.
Yes, I'll have him call you the minute he comes in.
That's the third time she's called this morning.
- Miss O'Shaughnessy's in there.
- Anything else?
The district attorney's office called. Bryan would like to see you.
And a Mr. Gutman called.
And when I told him you weren't in, he said, "Would you please tell him that
"the young man gave me his message, and that I phoned and will phone again?"
Gutman, huh?
Thanks, darling.
Darling. Somebody's been in my apartment.
It's all upside down, every which way. I changed as fast as I could and came right over here.
You must have let that boy follow you there.
No, angel. I shook him off long before I ever went to your place.
It might have been Cairo. He wasn't at the hotel last night.
He told me he'd been standing up under a police grilling. I wonder.
- You saw Joel this morning?
- Yeah.
Why?
Because, my own true love, I've got to keep in some sort of touch with all the loose ends of this dizzy affair if I'm ever gonna make heads or tails of it.
Now we've got to find a new home for you.
I won't go back there.
I got an idea. Wait a minute.
What does your woman's intuition tell you about her?
She's all right. Maybe it's her own fault for being in whatever the trouble is, but she's all right, if that's what you mean.
That's what I mean.
Are you strong enough for her to put her up for a few days?
- You mean at home?
- Yeah.
- Is she in any danger, Sam?
- I think she is.
Gee, that'd scare Mom into a green hemorrhage.
I'd have to say she's a surprise witness or something you're keeping undercover until the last minute.
You're a darling.
Brigid.
Effie here has offered to put you up for a few days.
That's very kind of you.
You'd better start now. Go out the back entrance.
There's usually a cab parked there by the alleyway.
You ride partway with her over the bridge and make sure you're not followed.
You better change cabs a couple of times, just to be on the safe side.
I'll give Mom a ring.
There's time enough for that when you get back.
I'll call you later.
Hello?
This is Samuel Spade.
Say, my secretary tells me Mr. Bryan wants to see me.
Yeah. Ask him what time's most convenient for him.
Spade.
S-P-A-D-E.
Hello, honey.
Yeah.
2:30. All right.
Thanks.
Sam, forgive me. Please forgive me.
I sent those policemen to your place last night.
I was mad, crazy with jealousy.
I phoned that if they went there, they'd learn something about Miles' murder.
- What made you think of that?
- I was mad, Sam. I wanted to hurt you.
Did you tell them who you were when you phoned?
- No.
Sam, dearest, I...
- Where'd you phone from?
The drugstore across from your place.
You better hurry along home and think of something to tell the police.
You'll be hearing from them, and by the way, where were you the night Miles was murdered?
Home.
- I was.
- No. But if that's your story, it's all right with me.
Now you run along.
Hello?
Yeah, this is Spade.
Yes, Mr. Gutman, I got it. Yeah, I've been waiting to hear from you.
Well, now.
The sooner, the better. Say, 15 minutes?
12C.
12C to your left, sir.
- Mr. Spade.
- How do you do, Mr. Gutman?
You begin well, sir.
I distrust a man who says "when."
He's got to be careful not to drink too much, because he's not to be trusted when he does.
Well, sir, here's to plain speaking and clear understanding.
- You're a close-mouthed man?
- No, I like to talk.
Better and better. I distrust a close-mouthed man.
He generally picks the wrong time to talk and says the wrong things.
Talking's something you can't do judiciously unless you keep in practice.
Now, sir. We'll talk, if you like.
I'll tell you right out. I'm a man who likes talking to a man who likes to talk.
Swell.
Will we talk about the black bird?
You're a man for me, sir.
No beating about the bush. Right to the point.
Let's talk about the black bird, by all means.
But first, sir, answer me a question.
Are you here as Miss O'Shaughnessy's representative?
Well, there's nothing certain either way. It depends.
It depends on?
Maybe it depends on Joel Cairo.
Maybe.
The question is then which you represent.
It'll be one or the other.
I didn't say so.
- Who else is there?
- There's me.
That's wonderful, sir, wonderful.
I do like a man who tells you right out he's looking out for himself.
Don't we all?
I don't trust a man who says he's not.
Now, let's talk about the black bird.
Let's.
Mr. Spade, have you any conception of how much money can be got for that black bird?
No.
Well, sir, if I told you, if I told you half, you'd call me a liar.
No, not even if I thought so.
But you tell me what it is, and I'll figure out the profit.
You mean, you don't know what the bird is?
I know what it's supposed to look like, and I know the value in human life you people put on it.
She didn't tell you what it is?
- Cairo didn't, either?
- He offered me $10,000 for it.
$10,000.
Dollars, mind you, not even pounds.
Do they know what that bird is, sir?
What is your impression?
There's not very much to go by. Cairo didn't say he did, and he didn't say he didn't.
She said she didn't, but I took it for granted she was lying.
Not an injudicious thing to do.
If they don't know, I'm the only one in the whole wide sweet world who does.
Swell. When you've told me, that'll make two of us.
Mathematically correct, sir, but I don't know for certain that I'm going to tell you.
Don't be foolish. You know what it is. I know where it is.
Well, sir, where is it?
You see, I must tell you what I know, but you won't tell me what you know.
It's hardly equitable, sir.
No, no. I don't think we can do business along those lines.
Well, think again, and think fast!
I told that gunsel of yours you'd have to talk to me before you're through!
I'm telling you now, you'll talk to me today, or you are through!
What are you wasting my time for?
I can get along without you!
And another thing, keep that gunsel out of my way while you're making up your mind.
I'll kill him if you don't! I'll kill him!
Well, sir, I must say you have a most violent temper.
Think it over. You've got till 5:00.
Then you're either in or out, for keeps!
- Who killed Thursby?
- I don't know.
Perhaps you don't, but you could make an excellent guess.
My guess might be excellent or it might be crummy, but Mrs. Spade didn't raise any children dippy enough to make guesses in front of a district attorney, an assistant district attorney and a stenographer.
Why shouldn't you, if you've nothing to conceal?
Everybody has something to conceal.
I'm a sworn officer of the law, 24 hours a day, and neither formality nor informality justifies you withholding evidence of crime from me except, of course, on constitutional grounds.
Now, both you and the police have as much as accused me of being mixed up in the other night's murders.
Well, I've had trouble with both of you before, and as far as I can see, my best chance of clearing myself of the trouble you're trying to make for me is by bringing in the murderers all tied up.
And the only chance I've got of catching them and tying them up and bringing them in is by staying as far away as possible from you and the police, because you'd only gum up the works.
You getting this all right, son, or am I going too fast for you?
- No, sir. I'm getting it all right. - Good work.
Now, if you want to go to the board and tell them I'm obstructing justice and ask them to revoke my license, hop to it.
You tried it before, and it didn't get you anything but a good laugh all around.
- Now, look here. - And I don't want any more informal talks.
I've nothing to say to you or the police, and I'm tired of being called things by every crackpot on the city payroll.
So, if you want to see me pinch me or subpoena me or something, and I'll come down with my lawyer.
I'll see you at the inquest, maybe.
Come on. He wants to see you.
I didn't expect you till 5:25. I hope I haven't kept you waiting.
Keep on riding me, they're gonna be picking iron out of your liver.
The cheaper the crook, the gaudier the patter, huh?
Now, let's go.
Come on. This'll put you in solid with your boss.
Come in, sir. Thank you for coming. Come in.
Here. You shouldn't let him go around with these on him.
He might get himself hurt.
Well, well, what's this?
A crippled newsie took them away from him. I made him give them back.
By gad, sir, you're a chap worth knowing. An amazing character. Give me your hat.
Sit down.
- I owe you an apology, sir. - Now, never mind that.
Let's talk about the black bird.
All right, sir, let's.
Let's.
This is going to be the most astounding thing you've ever heard of, sir.
And I say this knowing that a man of your caliber and your profession must have known some astounding things in his time.
What do you know, sir, about the Order of the Hospital of Saint John of Jerusalem, later known as the Knights of Rhodes and other things?
- Crusaders or something, weren't they? - Very good. Sit down.
In 1539, these crusading Knights persuaded Emperor Charles V to give them the island of Malta.
He made but one condition, that they pay him each year the tribute of a falcon in acknowledgement that Malta was still under Spain.
Do you follow me?
Have you any conception of the extreme, the immeasurable wealth of the Order of that time?
I imagine they were pretty well fixed.
"Pretty well" is putting it mildly. They were rolling in wealth, sir.
For years they'd taken from the East nobody knows what spoils of gems, precious metals, silks, ivory, sir.
We all know the holy wars to them were largely a matter of loot.
The Knights were profoundly grateful to the Emperor Charles for his generosity toward them.
They hit upon the happy thought of sending him, for his first year's tribute, not an insignificant live bird but a glorious golden falcon crusted from head to foot with the finest jewels in their coffers.
Well, sir,
- what do you think of that?
- I don't know.
These are facts, historical facts, not schoolbook history, not Mr. Wells' history, but history, nevertheless.
They sent this foot-high jeweled bird to Charles, who was then in Spain.
They sent it in a galley commanded by a member of the Order.
It never reached Spain.
A famous admiral of buccaneers took the Knights' galley and the bird.
In 1713, it turned up in Sicily.
In 1840, it appeared in Paris.
It had, by that time, acquired a coat of black enamel, so that it looked nothing more than a fairly interesting black statuette.
In that disguise, sir, it was, as you may say, kicked around Paris for over three score years by private owners too stupid to see what it was under the skin.
Then, in 1923, a Greek dealer named Charilaos Konstantinides found it in an obscure shop.
No thickness of enamel could conceal value from his eyes.
- You begin to believe me a little?
- I haven't said I didn't.
Well, sir, to hold it safe while pursuing his researches into its history,
Charilaos re-enameled the bird.
Despite this precaution, however, I got wind of his find.
If I'd only known a few days sooner.
I was in London when I heard.
I packed a bag, got on the boat train immediately.
On the train I opened the paper, The Times, and read that Charilaos's establishment had been burglarized and him murdered.
Sure enough, on arriving there, I discovered the bird was gone.
That was 17 years ago.
Well, sir, it took me 17 years to locate that bird, but I did.
I wanted it.
I'm a man not easily discouraged when I want something.
I traced it to the home of a Russian general, one Kemidov, in an Istanbul suburb.
He didn't know a thing about it.
It was nothing but a black-enameled figure to him, but his natural contrariness kept him from selling it to me when I made him an offer.
So I sent him some agents to get it.
Well, sir, they got it and I haven't got it.
But I'm going to get it.
Your glass.
Then the bird doesn't really belong to any of you, but to a General Kemidov?
Well, sir, you might as well say it belonged to the King of Spain.
I don't see how you can honestly grant anyone else a clear title to it except by right of possession.
And now, sir, before we start to talk prices, how soon can you or how soon are you willing to produce the Falcon?
- A couple of days. - That is satisfactory.
Well, sir, here's to a fair bargain. Profits large enough for both of us.
What's your idea of a fair bargain?
I will give you $25,000 when you deliver the Falcon to me and another $25,000 later on.
Or I will give you one quarter of what I realize on the Falcon.
That would amount to a vastly greater sum.
- How much greater?
- Who knows? Shall we say $100,000?
Would you believe me if I name a sum that seems the probable minimum?
Why not?
What would you say to a quarter of a million?
Then you think the dingus is worth a million, huh?
In your own words, why not?
- That's a lot of dough. - A lot of dough.
Minimum, huh?
What's the maximum?
The maximum, I refuse to guess.
You'd think me crazy.
I don't know.
There's no telling how high it could go, sir.
That is the one and only truth about it.
Wilmer!
Hello, Effie. It's me.
Let me talk to Miss O'Shaughnessy.
Isn't there?
What?
She didn't show up?
Listen, you get on back to the office and wait there till I come or you hear from me.
Yeah, let's do something right for a change.
It started in the hold aft, in the rear basement.
What insurance was she carrying?
- Anybody burnt?
- No.
Only the harbor watch was aboard!
- Someone I know came...
- Huh?
Someone I know came aboard this afternoon, and I haven't seen her since.
No reason to be, mister. Everybody got off all right.
I wonder if you saw her. She's kind of small, about 5-foot...
I couldn't tell you, mister. But if she come aboard, she got off all right.
Only the harbor watch was aboard when the fire started.
Now you know as much about it as I do, precious.
Maybe they went down to the ship. Maybe they didn't.
The part about the bird is thrilling.
Or ridiculous.
You know.
Falcon.
Lock that door.
Is...
- Is he...
- Yeah.
He couldn't have come far with those holes in him.
Why couldn't he have stayed alive long enough to tell us something?
Here, here, here, none of that now.
- You can't pass out on me now.
- All right, Sam.
Do you really think it's...
- We've got it, angel, we've got it! - You're hurting me.
Answer the phone.
Hello.
Yes.
Who?
Oh, yes.
Where?
Yes, yes.
Hello? Hello!
Hello! That was Miss O'Shaughnessy. She wants you.
She's in danger.
- Where is she?
- Burlingame, 26 Ancho.
Sam, her voice, it was awful.
And something happened to her before she could finish. Go help her, Sam!
You've got to go to her, don't you see? He was helping her, and they killed him...
You've got to go, Sam!
All right, I'll go.
Now, after I've gone, you phone the police.
Tell them how it happened, but don't drag any names in. You don't know.
I got the phone call and told you I had to go, but I didn't say where.
Now forget about this thing. Tell them how it happened, but without the bundle.
Now get that straight.
Everything happened exactly as it did happen, but without the bundle, and I got the phone call, not you.
- Yes, Sam.
- Okay.
Shut this door and lock it behind me and don't open it till the police come.
Do you know who he is?
Yeah, it's Captain Jacoby, master of the La Paloma.
You're a good man, sister.
- Can I borrow your pencil?
- Sure.
- Say, Frank? - Hello, Mr. Spade.
- You got plenty of gas?
- Sure thing.
Do you know where Ancho Street or Avenue is in Burlingame?
Nope, but if she's there, we can find her.
Well, 26 is the number and the sooner the better. All right.
Keep your motor running.
- Bum steer, Mr. Spade?
- Yeah.
Let's get to a phone booth.
Hello, Mrs. Perine? Is Effie there?
Yes, please.
Hello, precious. What's the good news?
No, no. It was a bum steer. Are you sure that was her voice?
Well, it was hooey.
Everything go all right?
Nothing said about the bundle, huh?
That's swell.
They take you down to the hall?
All right, precious.
You better hit the hay and get a good night's rest. You sound all in.
No, no. Save it till tomorrow. I'm going on home.
- Thanks. Good night, Frank. - Good night, Mr. Spade.
I've been hiding in a doorway up the street.
I thought you'd never come.
Can you make it all right, or shall I carry you?
I'll be all right as soon as I can get some place where I can lie down.
Well, sir, we're all here.
Now, let's come in and sit down and be comfortable and talk.
Sure.
- Get away. You're not gonna frisk me. - Stand still.
Shut up. Take your paws off me, or I'll make you use that gun.
Ask your boss if he wants me shot up before we talk.
Never mind, Wilmer.
You certainly are a most headstrong individual.
Well, let's be seated.
Are you ready to make the first payment and take the Falcon off my hands?
Well, sir, as to that...
As to that...
$10,000?
We were talking about a lot more money than this.
Yes, sir, we were. But this is genuine coin of the realm.
With a dollar of this, you can buy $10 of talk.
And there are more of us to be taken care of now.
That may be, but I've got the Falcon.
I shouldn't think it would be necessary to remind you, Mr. Spade, that you may have the Falcon, but we certainly have you.
Yeah, I'm trying not to let that worry me. We'll get back to the money later on.
There's something else to be discussed first.
We've got to have a fall guy.
The police have got to have a victim, somebody they can pin those three murders on.
Three?
But there's only two, because Thursby certainly killed your partner.
All right. Only two then. What difference does it make?
The point is, we've got to give the police...
Come, come, Mr. Spade, you can't expect us to believe at this late date that you're the least bit afraid of the police,
- or that you're not quite able to handle...
- I'm in this up to my neck, Gutman.
I've got to find somebody, a victim, when the time comes. If I don't, I'll be it.
Let's give them the gunsel.
He actually did shoot Thursby and Jacoby, didn't he?
Anyway, he's made to order for the part. Look at him.
Let's give him to them.
By gad, sir, you are a character. That you are.
There's never any telling what you'll say or do next, except that it's bound to be something astonishing.
Why, it's our best bet. With him in their hands...
But, my dear man, can't you see that if I, even for a moment, thought of doing such a thing...
That's ridiculous. I feel towards Wilmer here just exactly as if he were my own son.
Really, I do.
But if I even for a moment thought of doing what you propose, what in the world would keep Wilmer from telling the police every last detail about the Falcon and all...
Let him talk his head off.
I'll guarantee you nobody'll do anything about it.
Well, what do you think of this, Wilmer?
Mighty funny. Mighty funny.
How do you feel now?
Any better, precious?
Much better.
But I'm frightened.
Well, don't be. Nothing very bad's going to happen here.
You want a drink, angel?
Be careful, Sam.
Well?
If you're really serious about this, the least we can do in common politeness is to hear you out.
Now, how would you be able to fix it so that Wilmer couldn't do us any harm?
I can show Bryan, our district attorney, that if he goes around trying to collect everybody, he's gonna have a tangled case, but if he sticks to Wilmer here, he can get a conviction standing on his head.
Get up on your feet.
I've taken all the riding from you I'm gonna take.
Get up and shoot it out!
Young Wild West.
Maybe you'd better tell him that shooting me before you get your hands on the Falcon is gonna be bad for business.
Now, now, Wilmer. We can't have any of that.
You shouldn't let yourself attach so much importance to these things.
Then tell him to lay off me then.
Now, Wilmer...
Your plan is not at all satisfactory, sir. Let's not say anything more about it.
All right. I've got another suggestion.
It may not be as good as the first one, but it's better than nothing.
- You want to hear it?
- Most assuredly.
Give them Cairo.
Well, by gad, sir...
And suppose we give them you or Miss O'Shaughnessy? How about that?
You want the Falcon. I've got it.
The fall guy's part of the price I'm asking.
As for Miss O'Shaughnessy, if you think she can be rigged for the part, I'm perfectly willing to discuss it with you.
You seem to forget that you are not in a position at all to insist upon anything.
Now, come, gentlemen.
Let's keep our discussion on a friendly basis.
There certainly is something in what Mr. Cairo said.
If you kill me, how are you gonna get the bird?
And if I know you can't afford to kill me, how are you going to scare me into giving it to you?
Sir, there are other means of persuasion besides killing and threatening to kill.
Yes, that's...
That's true.
But they're none of them any good unless the threat of death is behind them.
You see what I mean?
If you start something, I'll make it a matter of your having to kill me or call it off.
That's an attitude, sir, that calls for the most delicate judgment on both sides.
Because, as you know, sir, in the heat of action, men are likely to forget where their best interests lie and let their emotions carry them away.
Then the trick from my angle is to make my play strong enough to tie you up, but not make you mad enough to bump me off against your better judgment.
By gad, sir, you are a character.
Six-two uneven. They're selling you out, sonny.
I hope you're not letting yourself be influenced by the guns these pocket-edition desperadoes are waving around.
Because I've practiced taking guns away from these boys before, so we'll have no trouble there.
- Wilmer, here is... - All right.
Wilmer.
There's our fall guy.
Either you'll say yes right now, or I'll turn the Falcon and the whole lot of you in.
Don't like that, sir.
You won't like it. Well?
You can have him.
I won't be able to get the Falcon till daylight, or maybe later.
It strikes me it'd be best for all concerned if we did not get out of each other's sight until our business has been transacted.
You have the envelope? Miss O'Shaughnessy has it. That's all right.
Hang on to it. We don't have to lose sight of each other. The dingus'll be brought to us here.
Excellent, sir, excellent.
And in exchange for the $10,000 and Wilmer, you'll give us the Falcon and an hour or two of grace.
Now, let's get the details fixed, first.
Why did he shoot Thursby and why, where and how did he shoot Captain Jacoby?
You see, I've got to know all that happened, so I can be sure the parts that don't fit are covered up.
I shall be candid with you, sir.
Thursby was Miss O'Shaughnessy's ally.
We believed that disposing of him in the manner we did would cause Miss O'Shaughnessy to stop and think that, perhaps, it would be best to patch up her differences with us regarding the Falcon.
Then you didn't try to make a deal with him before giving him the works?
We did. Yes, sir. We most certainly did.
I talked to him myself that very night, but I could do nothing with him.
He was quite determinedly loyal to Miss O'Shaughnessy.
So Wilmer followed him back to the hotel and did what he did.
That sounds all right.
Now, Jacoby.
Captain Jacoby's death was entirely Miss O'Shaughnessy's fault.
Tell me what happened.
Well, Cairo, as you must have surmised, got in touch with me after he left police headquarters yesterday night or morning.
He recognized the mutual advantage of pooling forces.
Mr. Cairo is a man of nice judgment.
The Paloma was his thought.
He saw the notice of its arrival in the papers and remembered he had heard in Hong Kong that Jacoby and Miss O'Shaughnessy were seen together.
Well, sir, he saw that notice and, putting two and two together, guessed the truth.
She had given the bird to Jacoby to bring here for her.
And at that juncture, you decided to slip me a Mickey, huh?
There was no place for you in our plan, sir.
So we decided to spare ourselves any possible embarrassment.
Mr. Cairo and Wilmer and I went to call on Captain Jacoby.
We were lucky enough to arrive while Miss O'Shaughnessy was there.
In many ways, the conference was difficult, but we finally persuaded
Miss O'Shaughnessy to come to terms, or so we thought.
We then left the boat and set out for my hotel, where I was to pay Miss O'Shaughnessy and receive the bird.
Well, sir, we mere men should have known better.
En route, she, Captain Jacoby and the Falcon slipped completely through our fingers.
It was neatly done, sir. Indeed, it was.
You touched off the boat before you left?
No, not intentionally.
Though, I daresay, we, or Wilmer at least, were responsible for the fire.
While the rest of us were talking in the cabin, Wilmer went about the boat, trying to find the Falcon.
No doubt, he was careless with matches.
How about the shooting?
We caught up with Miss O'Shaughnessy and Jacoby at her apartment.
I sent Wilmer downstairs to cover the fire escape before ringing the bell.
And, sure enough, while she was asking us who we were through the door, and we were telling her, we heard a window go up.
Wilmer shot Jacoby as he was coming down the fire escape, shot him more than once, but Jacoby was too tough to fall or drop the Falcon.
He climbed down the rest of the way, knocked Wilmer over and ran off.
We persuaded, that is the word, sir, we persuaded Miss O'Shaughnessy to tell us where she had told Captain Jacoby to take the Falcon.
And we further persuaded her to phone your office in an attempt to draw you away before Jacoby got there, but, unfortunately for us, it had taken us too long to persuade Miss O'Shaughnessy.
And you had the Falcon before we could reach you.
Well, Wilmer, I'm sorry indeed to lose you, but I want you to know
I couldn't be fonder of you if you were my own son.
But, well, if you lose a son, it's possible to get another.
There's only one Maltese Falcon.
When you're young, you simply don't understand these things.
How about some coffee?
Put the pot on, will you, angel?
I don't like to leave our guests.
Surely.
Just a moment, my dear. Hadn't you better leave the envelope in here?
Sit on it, if you're afraid of losing it. You misunderstand me. It's not that at all.
But business should be transacted in a businesslike manner.
For instance, there are only nine bills here now.
There were 10 when I handed them to you, as you very well know.
I want to know about this.
You palmed it.
- I palmed it? - Yes.
Do you want to say so, or do you want to stand for a frisk?
You're going to admit it, or I'm gonna search you. There's no third way.
By gad, I believe you would. I really do.
You are a character, if you don't mind my saying so.
You palmed it.
Yes, sir, that I did.
I must have my little joke now and then.
And I was curious to know what you would do in a situation of this sort.
I must say you passed the test with flying colors.
It's the sort of a thing I'd expect from somebody Wilmer's age.
This will soon be yours. You might as well take it.
I ought to have more than $10,000.
Of course, sir. You understand this is the first payment. Later.
Oh, yes.
Later you'll give me millions, but how's about $15,000 now?
Frankly and candidly, upon my word of honor as a gentleman,
$10,000 is all the money I can raise.
But you didn't say positively.
Positively.
I'd like to give you a word of advice.
Go ahead.
I daresay you're going to give her some money, but if you don't give her as much as she thinks she ought to have, my word of advice is be careful.
Dangerous?
Very.
- How's the coffee coming, angel?
- In a few minutes.
It's almost daylight, Mr. Spade.
Can you start getting it now?
I guess so.
Hello?
Hello, precious. I'm sorry to get you up so early.
Now, listen carefully. Here's the plot.
In the holland box at the post office there's an envelope with my scrawl.
In that envelope, there's a parcel-room check for the bundle we got yesterday.
Now, get that bundle and bring it here, PDQ.
That's a good girl. Now hustle. Goodbye.
Thanks, lady. Sorry to spoil your day of rest.
Not the first one you've spoiled. Anything else?
- No. No, thanks.
- Bye-bye, then.
There you are.
Now, after 17 years...
It is it.
But we'll make sure.
Fake.
It's a phony! It's lead!
It's lead!
It's a fake!
All right, you've had your little joke. Now, tell us about it.
No, Sam! No!
That's the one I got from Kemidov. I swear it!
You.
It's you who bungled it.
You and your stupid attempt to buy it!
Kemidov found out how valuable it was!
No wonder we had such an easy time stealing it!
You imbecile!
You bloated idiot!
You stupid fathead, you!
Yes, it's the Russian's hand. There's no doubt about it.
Well, sir, what do you suggest?
We stand here and shed tears and call each other names, or shall we go to Istanbul?
Are you going?
Seventeen years I've wanted that little item and have been trying to get it.
If we must spend another year on the quest, well, sir, it will be an additional expenditure in time of only five and fifteen-seventeenths percent.
I'm going with you.
Wilmer.
A swell lot of thieves.
We've little enough to boast about, sir, but the world hasn't come to an end just because we've run into a little setback.
- I must ask you for that envelope. - I held up my end. You got your dingus.
It's your hard luck, not mine, it wasn't what you wanted.
Now, come, sir, we've all failed, and there's no reason for expecting any of us to bear the whole brunt.
In short, sir, I must ask you for my $10,000.
This'll take care of my time and expenses.
Now, sir, we'll say goodbye to you, unless you care to undertake the Istanbul expedition with us.
You don't?
Well, frankly, sir, I'd like to have you along.
You're a man of nice judgment and many resources.
Now that there's no alternative, I daresay you'll manage the police without a fall guy.
I'll make out all right.
Well, sir, the shortest farewells are best. Adieu.
And to you, Miss O'Shaughnessy, I leave the rara avis on the table there as a little memento.
Hello. Is Sergeant Polhaus there?
Yeah. Put him on. This is Sam Spade.
Hello. Tom?
Now, listen. I've got something for you. Here it is.
Jacoby and Thursby were killed by a kid named Wilmer Cook.
Yeah. He's about 20 years old, 5'6", wearing a gray overcoat.
He's working for a man named Kasper Gutman.
Now, you can't miss Gutman. He must weigh 300 pounds.
That fellow Cairo's in with him, too.
They just left here for the Alexandria Hotel.
But you'll have to move fast. They're blowing town.
Now, watch yourself when you go up against the kid.
Yes, that's right. Very.
Now, good luck, Tom.
They'll talk, when they're nailed, about us. We're sitting on dynamite.
We've only got minutes to get set for the police. Now, give me all of it, fast.
When you first came to my office, why did you want Thursby shadowed?
I told you, Sam. I thought he was betraying me, and I wanted to find out.
That's a lie!
You had Thursby hooked, and you knew it, and you wanted to get rid of him before Jacoby came with the loot, so you wouldn't have to split it with him. Isn't that so? What was your scheme?
I thought if he knew someone was following him, he'd be frightened into going away.
Miles wasn't clumsy enough to be spotted the first night.
You told Thursby he was being followed.
I told him.
I told him.
Yes, but please believe me, Sam.
I wouldn't have told him if I thought Floyd would kill him.
If you thought he wouldn't kill Miles, you were right, angel.
Miles hadn't many brains, but he'd had too many years experience as a detective to be caught like that by a man he was shadowing up a blind alley with his gun on his hip and his overcoat buttoned.
But he'd have gone up there with you, angel.
He was just dumb enough for that.
He'd have looked you up and down, and licked his lips and gone, grinning from ear to ear.
And you could have stood as close to him as you liked in the dark and put a hole through him with a gun you got from Thursby that evening.
Don't, Sam. Don't say that! Stop it!
Why do you accuse me...
This isn't the time for that schoolgirl act! We're both of us sitting under the gallows!
Now, why did you shoot Miles?
I didn't mean to at first, really, I didn't.
But when I found out that Floyd couldn't be frightened...
I can't look at you and tell you this, Sam!
You thought Thursby would tackle Miles and one or the other would go down.
If Thursby was killed, you were rid of him.
If it was Miles, you'd see that Thursby was caught and set up for it.
- Isn't that right?
- Something like that.
When you found that Thursby wasn't going to tackle him, you borrowed his gun and did it yourself, right?
And when you heard Thursby was shot, you knew Gutman was in town.
And you knew you needed another protector, somebody to fill Thursby's boots, so you came back to me.
Yes! Sweetheart, it wasn't only that.
I'd have come back to you, sooner or later.
From the very first instant I saw you, I knew.
Well, if you get a good break, you'll be out of Tehachapi in 20 years, and you can come back to me then.
I hope they don't hang you, precious, by that sweet neck.
- You're not...
- Yes, angel, I'm gonna send you over.
The chances are you'll get off with life.
That means, if you're a good girl, you'll be out in 20 years.
I'll be waiting for you.
If they hang you, I'll always remember you.
Don't, Sam.
Don't say that, even in fun.
I was frightened for a minute. I really thought...
You do such wild and unpredictable things.
Now, don't be silly.
You're taking the fall.
You've been playing with me, just pretending you cared to trap me like this.
You didn't care at all!
You don't love me!
I won't play the sap for you.
You know it's not like that. You can't say that.
You never played square with me for half an hour at a stretch since I've known you.
You know down deep in your heart that in spite of anything I've done, I love you.
I don't care who loves who! I won't play the sap for you!
I won't walk in Thursby's and I don't know how many others' footsteps!
You killed Miles, and you're going over for it.
How can you do this to me, Sam?
Surely Mr. Archer wasn't as much to you as...
Listen.
This won't do any good.
You'll never understand me, but I'll try once and then give it up.
When a man's partner is killed, he's supposed to do something about it.
It doesn't make any difference what you thought of him.
He was your partner, and you're supposed to do something about it, and it happens we're in the detective business.
Well, when one of your organization gets killed, it's...
It's bad business to let the killer get away with it, bad all around, bad for every detective everywhere.
You don't expect me to think that these things you're saying are sufficient reason for sending me...
Wait till I'm through. Then you can talk.
I've no earthly reason to think I can trust you, and if I do this and get away with it, you'll have something on me that you can use whenever you want to.
Since I've got something on you,
I couldn't be sure that you wouldn't put a hole in me someday.
All those are on one side.
Maybe some of them are unimportant. I won't argue about that.
But look at the number of them.
And what have we got on the other side?
All we've got is that maybe you love me and maybe I love you.
You know whether you love me or not.
Maybe I do. I'll have some rotten nights after I've sent you over, but that'll pass.
And if all I've said doesn't mean anything to you, then forget it and we'll make it just this,
I won't because all of me wants to regardless of consequences, and because you've counted on that with me the same as you counted on that with all the others.
Would you've done this to me if the Falcon had been real and you'd got your money?
Don't be too sure I'm as crooked as I'm supposed to be.
That sort of reputation might be good business, bringing high-priced jobs and making it easier to deal with the enemy, but a lot more money would have been one more item on your side of the scales.
If you'd loved me, you wouldn't have needed any more on that side.
Come in.
Hello, Tom. Got them?
Got them.
Swell. Here's another one for you. She killed Miles.
And I've got some exhibits, the boys' guns, one of Cairo's, and a $1,000 bill I was supposed to be bribed with, and this black statuette here that all the fuss was about.
What's the matter with your little playmate?
He looks brokenhearted.
And I bet when he heard Gutman's story, he thought he had me.
Cut it out, Sam.
Well, shall we be getting down to the hall?
It's heavy.
What is it?
The stuff that dreams are made of.
I beg your pardon. Was that your leg?
I had no idea we were going into a tunnel.
I thought the compartment was empty.
I'm so sorry. I hope I didn't hurt you.
Awful man in the next compartment smoking a vile cigar.
I had to come in here. You don't smoke, do you?
- No, I don't.
- Thank heavens for that.
After last night, my head couldn't stand it. You understand....
May I see your tickets, please?
Thank you, miss.
I'm afraid you're in the wrong compartment, sir.
- It's a first-class compartment, isn't it?
- Yes.
- Then I'm all right. - It's a third-class ticket.
What sort of line is this, selling third-class tickets at first-class prices?
I am very sorry, sir.
That will be £5.04 extra.
- You haven't change for a fiver, have you?
- Yes, sir.
Don't bother, because I haven't got one.
This is the best I can do.
Do you suppose the line would settle for £5 and tuppence ha'penny?
No, I don't suppose they would.
I hate to presume on our short acquaintance, but have you any change?
I'm afraid that I....
There you are. That'll do. That stamp.
Thank you very much.
There you are, £5 and tuppence ha'penny and three ha'pence. £5.04.
It's legal tender, old boy.
Write to your mother.
That man.
Mr. Aysgarth, may I?
Would you mind stepping forward a little bit, Mrs. Fitzpatrick? Thank you.
Now, Mr. Aysgarth, please.
I wonder if I could have a little bit more of your smile?
Not at this hour of the morning.
- There he is.
Good morning, Johnnie.
- How are you?
- We've been looking for you everywhere.
- Everywhere.
Excuse me. If it's possible at all, would you mind?
Of course. I'm so sorry. See you later, Johnnie.
- Come, Alice. Come, Jessie.
- Thank you very much.
Aren't they bright this morning?
Now.
That's very good.
Now could I have a little bit of a smile? You remember.
I can hardly believe it. It can't be the same girl. What's her name?
Do you know her?
Yes, but lay off, Johnnie. You've enough on your hands for one day.
Besides, she's not up your alley.
To tell you the truth, I'm a little bored with people in my alley.
- Introduce me to her, will you?
- Certainly not.
She's a very carefully brought up young lady.
If you won't do it, I'll have to do it myself.
Come on, they're going.
- Lina, may we come in? - I'm sorry.
I didn't see you.
- How are you?
- Splendid.
May I introduce Mr. Aysgarth?
- How do you do?
- How do you do?
We were just passing by and we saw you in the window.
- Johnnie insisted on meeting you.
- Why?
I'm told the sight of a really eligible male is a rare treat in this part of the country.
- Isn't Johnnie terrible?
- He's too fantastic for words.
Aren't you, Johnnie?
- Hadn't you better hurry?
- Hurry for what?
You don't want to be late for church.
- Did you all come to take me to church?
- No, but that is....
- If you want to come....
- Naturally, we'd love to have you.
That's very kind of you. I think I will come.
Good. And put on that saucy little hat you wore on the train the other day.
I will. Excuse me. I'll be down in a moment.
We'd better sit down, girls.
- Where are you rushing to?
- To church, Mother.
- But I thought--
- I've changed my mind.
- Shall I go with you?
- I'm going with the Barhams.
- I thought you didn't like them. - I loathe them.
Really, it's most extraordinary.
- You're not really going to church?
- I certainly am.
- No, you're coming for a walk with me.
- Don't be ridiculous.
Tell you what I'll do, I'll toss you for it. Heads you do, tails you don't.
Mother.
Now what did you think I was trying to do, kill you?
Nothing less than murder could justify such violent self-defense.
- Look at you.
- Let me go.
I'm just beginning to understand. You thought I was going to kiss you.
- Weren't you?
- Of course not.
I was merely reaching around you, trying to fix your hair.
- What's wrong with my hair?
- I'm glad you asked me that.
It would have been very discourteous for me to bring the subject up.
- Are you serious?
- Of course I'm serious.
I may seem provincial, but frankly, I can't understand men like you.
You always give me the feeling that you're laughing at me.
No, I give you my word.
But your hair's all wrong.
It has such wonderful possibilities that I got excited.
For the moment, I became a passionate hairdresser.
- What's wrong with it?
- Let me show you.
Let me see....
- Don't do that.
- Why not?
Because your ucipital mapilary is quite beautiful.
What's an ucipital mapilary?
- That.
- You don't need to touch it.
Let's see.
That's good.
I must be quite a novelty by contrast with the women... that you're photographed with.
What do you think of me by contrast to your horse?
If I ever got the bit between your teeth, I'd have no trouble in handling you at all.
Suppose just as you thought you had me under control...
I turned around, neighed, and kissed you?
I think you've done enough fooling with my hair.
You don't look very good like that.
You look more like a monkey with a bit of mirror.
What does your family call you?
Monkeyface?
I still think my way was best.
I must go now or I'll be late to luncheon.
If my father saw me come in both late and beautiful, he might have a stroke.
- Please don't bother to come any further.
- I'll be back for you at 3:00.
- No, really, I can't come out this afternoon.
- Yes, you can.
No, really, I have to make calls with my mother.
- Liar.
- Really.
Don't forget, 3:00.
Lina will never marry. She's not the marrying sort.
She has no need to worry.
There's enough to care for her the rest of her life.
I suppose you're right, dear. I'm afraid she's rather spinsterish.
What's wrong with that?
The old maid's a respectable institution.
All women are not alike. Lina has intellect and a fine solid character.
Come on, I'm hungry.
Sorry I'm late.
Could I have some well-done, please, Burton?
Yes, miss.
What kept you so long at church, dear?
I didn't go to church. I went for a walk. Thank you, Burton.
- With a man.
- A man?
Yes. His name's John Aysgarth.
- John Aysgarth?
- Is that Tom Aysgarth's boy?
How'd you meet him?
Pity he's turned out so wild. Rough luck on Tom.
What's this, horseradish? Didn't know horseradish was in season.
- It's not out of a bottle, is it?
- Of course not, dear.
That's real. I can tell the difference at once.
I can't stand things out of bottles. They never taste the same.
Never, dear.
Why did you say that John Aysgarth was wild, Father?
He was turned out of some club for cheating at cards, wasn't he? I don't know.
I didn't ask him.
Or ought to have been. Something unpleasant anyway.
- What's he doing down here?
- Staying at Penshaze.
Lord Middleham wouldn't have him there... if he had been turned out of a club for cheating.
Maybe it wasn't cards. Maybe a woman.
He was corespondent or something, I believe... or ought to have been corespondent.
You can't expect me to remember every detail about everybody.
Anyway, I'm going to see him again. He's calling for me this afternoon at 3:00.
You're wanted on the telephone, miss.
Hello?
Hello, Johnnie.
You can't?
Of course, I understand.
Thank you for calling.
I'd love to, next time you come down again.
Hello?
Is Mr. John Aysgarth there, please?
He isn't?
I thought perhaps....
Are you expecting him for the Hunt Ball?
This is.... It doesn't matter. I'll ring again.
- Nothing, Miss McLaidlaw.
- Are you sure?
- Positive.
- I don't want to be a nuisance... but couldn't it accidentally have been put into somebody else's letter box?
I'm sorry, I'm sure it would have been returned if that had happened.
Thank you.
Regent 0021, please.
No reply?
Thank you.
- Lina.
- Hello, Mother.
It's 7:00.
Aren't you going to wear your new dress?
No, Mother. I'm not in the mood.
- What's the matter, dear?
- My head's splitting.
I'm not going to the ball.
Not going?
You mean....
What'll your father say?
Perhaps some aspirin....
- You haven't a temperature, have you?
- I don't know.
Yes, come in.
- Where's your aspirin?
I'll get it.
- In my bureau drawer.
- A telegram for you, miss.
- Thank you.
- Here's the aspirin, dear.
- What for?
- Your headache.
- That's gone.
- Tell Father I'll be down in a second.
- Really, I don't understand you.
I say, Lina.
- Yes, Reggie?
- What about our dance?
- Why, of course. Poor Reggie.
- Good.
I say, General, that's not Lina dancing with Wetherby, is it?
- Yes, it is.
- By Jove, I didn't recognize her at first.
I hardly knew her myself.
There's somebody at the door for General McLaidlaw.
There's somebody to see you at the door. This is General McLaidlaw.
I beg your pardon, sir.
There's a gentleman at the door who says he's with your party.
He has no card, sir. The name is Aysgarth.
Aysgarth?
Must be a mistake.
General McLaidlaw?
I'm John Aysgarth.
I don't recall having invited you in my party.
How awkward. I thought you had.
Otherwise I should never have come all the way from London.
I don't know what to say.
I suggest you say something before you embarrass this poor man to death.
- Hello, Johnnie.
- Hello, Lina.
- Hello, Johnnie.
- We were wondering if you were coming.
I'm sorry I'm late. I believe this is our dance, isn't it?
- Hello, Monkeyface.
- Hello.
But we can't do this. Where are we going?
- Which is your car?
- This is ridiculous.
- Over there.
- Good. Come on.
Roll up the window before you catch cold.
Have you ever been kissed in a car before?
- Johnnie.
- Johnnie what?
You mustn't joke with me. I'm no good at joking.
- I don't know how to flirt.
- I'm not joking. I'm serious.
- Have you ever been kissed in a car?
- Never.
Would you like to be?
Yes.
You're the first woman I've ever met who said yes when she meant yes.
- What do the others say?
- Hanged if I know. Anything but yes.
- But they kiss you? - Usually.
- Have there....
- Have there what, Monkeyface?
- Have there been many?
- I'm afraid so. Quite a few.
One night, when I couldn't fall asleep, I started to count them.
The way you count sheep jumping over a fence.
I think I passed out on number 73.
- Are you always frank with them like this?
- No, not particularly.
Why are you frank with me, because I'm different?
No, it isn't that.
I'm honest because with you I think it's the best way to get results.
I hope I'm not saying the wrong thing, but I love you.
No, you haven't said the wrong thing, Monkeyface.
- Where are we going?
- I don't know, anywhere.
I think I'm falling in love with you and I don't quite like it.
That's why I stayed away from you for a week.
I was afraid of you.
I didn't think it would happen like this.
Neither did I. I saw an entirely different sort of person.
- So did I.
- I pictured it all rather conventionally.
We'd meet at a garden party, he'd call on me in the evenings... and we'd go for rides together, and then afterward we'd....
We're coming to my house. Would you like to stop for a drink?
No.
I'm going to get you back to that ball as fast as possible.
Get out.
Why have you stopped?
I'm sure I don't know.
Come on.
- Good evening, Burton.
- I saw you coming up the drive, miss.
We won't be needing you. We just stopped in for a drink.
- Very good.
- Shall we go in the study?
You sit down. I'll mix you a drink. I think you need one.
You must be made of iron.
- Why? - How can you be so calm?
Look at me. I'm shaking.
- The least you could do is swoon away.
- I know. I'm rather surprised myself.
I think it's because for the first time in my life...
I know what I want.
Are you courting me?
I'm afraid I am.
This is a wonderful moment.
Here we are in my home, the house that I was born in... alone and together in my favorite room.
Do you like this room?
Very much.
Well, what are you doing here?
I say, old boy, isn't that going a bit too far?
- He doesn't like me.
- I know.
He doesn't trust me from here to there. Do you?
You're right. Stop it before it's too late. Tell her everything you're thinking.
That I'm no good to her, I can only bring her unhappiness.
Warn her. Speak up, man. It's your last chance.
Hear him?
Very distinctly.
He's not exaggerating a thing, dear. It's all true, every word he isn't saying.
I love him, Father.
- Did you see him jump?
- I did.
Watch this one.
Sir, I have the honor of asking for your daughter's hand in marriage.
What do you say to that?
You heard him that time, didn't you?
It doesn't matter.
Poor Monkeyface.
Do you hear the music?
Very clearly.
Let's dance, before I.... Before we....
Let's dance.
I was just going down to the post.
Could you stop at Marshall's and get me more of this green wool?
Where'd I put it?
Here it is.
Be sure it's the same green. Better take it out into the daylight.
Yes, Mother.
- Is there anything I can do for you? - No, there's nothing I want.
Don't be late for tea, dear.
That trunk goes up on the landing.
How do you like it, Mrs. Aysgarth?
If you don't like it, just blame it all on Mr. Bailey.
He rented it during our honeymoon. He decorated the place.
- But if you do like it--
- I adore it. I'm mad about it. It's wonderful.
In that case, you're talking to the right man.
- Because I engaged Mr. Bailey, didn't I?
- Yes, Mr. Aysgarth. That's true, I must say.
Johnnie, you're a genius.
Mr. Aysgarth, I shall have to be getting along now.
What shall we do about the bill?
Will you drop it on that pretty little table on your way out, old boy?
Yes. Thank you.
And may I wish you both the very best of everything.
- Thank you.
- Goodbye, Mr. Bailey.
I never dreamt I would have such a gorgeous place.
Are you sure you can afford it?
- I've forgotten your name.
- Ethel, sir.
- Well, Ethel, what about some tea? - Very good, sir.
- What do you think of Ethel?
- She seems perfect.
- Are you sure--
- Let's go in the drawing room.
- Where are we?
- The Hunt Ball.
- Where else?
- Venice.
And?
And Naples, and Capri, and Monte Carlo, and Nice.
- And?
- Paris. Paris.
- I beg your pardon.
A telegram for you, sir. - Thank you, Ethel.
It isn't bad news, is it, dear?
An old friend of mine. Stupid fellow, he wants £1,000.
- You couldn't spare £1,000, could you?
- What does he want it for?
Hanged if I know. Probably because I borrowed it from him.
You borrowed it? Why?
I was going on a honeymoon with the loveliest girl in the world... and I wanted her to be happy.
- Didn't you have any money of your own?
- Not a shilling.
But I thought....
I had the impression....
Don't worry your darling little head about it today of all days.
I'll take care of old Henry somehow.
I still don't understand.
Are you broke?
Monkeyface, I've been broke all my life.
Why didn't you tell me?
Every time I brought the subject up, you....
Whatever made you take this extravagant house?
I didn't think you'd want to live in a shack.
A girl like you is going to come into plenty of money someday.
Wait a minute, I can't quite get this into my head.
Were you thinking of my inheritance when....
I don't know what to say.
Now, darling, really.
Isn't it silly to spend the best years of our lives waiting?
Why not be comfortable now?
Johnnie...
I'm just beginning to understand you.
You're a baby.
I know you didn't marry me for my money. You'd have done much better elsewhere.
But my income will never pay for all this. Never.
What about your father?
I couldn't possibly ask my father. Or even my mother.
You saw how restrained she was when she met us at the station.
Anyway, you wouldn't actually want to live on your wife's allowance?
- Of course not, darling.
- Well, then?
Answer me, Johnnie.
I suppose if the worst comes to the worst and there's no other way out...
- I suppose I'll have to....
- What? Borrow some more. I haven't touched old Middleham yet.
He ought to be good for a month or two's housekeeping.
I think you must be mad.
Marrying you is the sanest thing I ever did in my life.
Come on, give it to me.
- That's too heavy for a little girl like you.
- Thank you, sir. Clear off the table.
Here, take that. Is there any cake?
- Yes, sir.
- Go along, get it.
Here, dear. Come on.
Thank you.
There's going to be no more borrowing.
- What else is there to do?
- You've got to go to work.
- Work?
- Yes, work.
You mean put on old clothes, go out with a shovel?
Don't be flippant.
Then what do you mean?
I'm afraid you're a bit of a dreamer. Let's be practical about this.
Do you know the statistics on unemployment?
Do you realize in order to be a plumber, or a carpenter, or an electrician....
Darling, you haven't been around.
They have to be apprentices first.
Even after that....
- Darling. - There are all sorts of jobs.
I'm broad-minded. Let's have some tea and then talk it over.
I could make out a list of jobs. It might be fun.
I'll get a pencil and paper. Excuse me, dear.
It's right there behind you.
Hello?
Hello, Mother.
Yes, it's wonderful. A most beautiful house.
Would you tell Father how badly I felt?
He is? Wait a minute till I tell Johnnie.
Father's sending us a wedding present. Mother told him how happy I looked and....
I can't tell you how much this means to me.
- Me, too.
- Yes.
- Come on, ask him when he's sending it.
- It's coming right away, by messenger.
Invite them over for dinner. Perhaps he'd like to play some golf.
Tell him that we were in the throes of job-hunting when he telephoned.
- It doesn't hurt to impress the old boy.
- Really, you are the limit.
How can you be so gay about something... that you should be ashamed of?
What, Father?
Yes, Johnnie and I were just having... a sober and comprehensive discussion of that very subject.
He has several ideas of the kind of job he'd like to do... and several good opportunities.
There's a messenger from General McLaidlaw.
- Bring it in.
- It's just come, Father. Hold on, do.
I think I know what it is, and if it is what I think it is...
Johnnie, you'll be thrilled.
It is! How wonderful.
We've had them in the family before I was born.
Father's had lots of offers to sell them, but he never would.
- How many more, for heaven's sake?
- Just these two, sir.
He sent us both of them.
These are Father's most precious possessions.
You don't say.
These will be our first heirlooms to be handed down to our children...
- and then to their children.
- That's the thing to do with them, all right.
Father, you're so good to me that you make me want to cry.
What was that?
Yes, you've made me very happy.
You've made Johnnie very happy, too.
Just a minute, he wants to say something.
Say something very nice. These chairs really belong in a museum.
Hello, General.
Yes, but really, shouldn't you have sent them to a museum?
Naturally we're thrilled. Who wouldn't be?
What, a job?
Yes, Lina and I were just going into that. I have some excellent opportunities.
What are they?
I've just received a letter from my cousin, Captain Melbeck.
Yes, he is a splendid chap.
He wants someone to manage his estate. I thought I'd take the job.
I'm glad you approve.
Yes, we must. We'll get together soon. I'll leave it up to Lina, shall I?
All right. Goodbye, sir.
That was a fib about Captain Melbeck, wasn't it?
Was it?
- Did you have this letter all the time? - I did.
Why didn't you tell me?
Because, dear, I never dreamed I'd be using it... any more than I ever dreamed we'd be receiving these two beautiful chairs.
Hello. It's a nice place old Johnnie's got here.
It's an old Georgian house, isn't it? I bet it cost him a packet to redecorate.
- Who are you?
- I'm Beaky Thwaite.
- You must be old Johnnie's wife.
- Yes, I am.
Didn't he ever tell you about me?
You're Beaky.
That's what they used to call me at school.
I happened to be driving by. I thought I'd pop in for a cup of tea.
I've heard so much about you, Mr. Thwaite.
Johnnie told me about you, too.
I ran into him at Newbury Races last week.
The races?
Put my foot in it as usual, have I? Didn't he tell you?
Johnnie has a job. He couldn't have been at the races.
Besides, he's given up betting.
He has, has he? Don't you believe it, not Johnnie.
He's a great lad, he is. You mustn't mind Johnnie cutting up.
That's what makes him Johnnie.
Besides, he thinks you're a topper, he does.
- I think so, too.
- Won't you sit down?
I don't see why not.
Something wrong?
Yes. There were two chairs here this morning before I left.
Chairs?
Disappeared, have they?
Yes, apparently.
- Were they expensive?
- Yes, they were museum pieces.
That Johnnie, he'll be the death of me. Don't you understand?
- No, I don't. - I bet you 20-to-1 that Johnnie sold them.
Sold them?
What for? For money, of course. A fellow's got to pay his racing debts, hasn't he?
Johnnie dropped a packet of money at Newbury, I can tell you that.
These bookies don't trust a chap for long. Not a chap like Johnnie, that is.
I don't believe you. I don't believe a word you're saying.
Put my foot in it again, have I?
My dear, you mustn't take it so seriously. After all, it's Johnnie.
Wonderful chap, there's nobody like him. But I needn't tell you that.
He couldn't have sold them. He wouldn't, without asking me.
Here he comes. Don't tell him I've said a word.
If you want to see Johnnie at his very best... just say something about chairs.
He doesn't need more than one second... to invent the most howling lie you ever heard.
I wouldn't have missed this for anything in the world.
- Beaky.
- Johnnie, how are you?
- What are you doing here?
- I just popped in to see you.
I'm so glad to see you.
How's my little Monkeyface?
- What's the matter, darling?
- Nothing. Why? You sure?
Your wife seems to be missing some chairs, old boy.
Your pipe's not lit.
Let me get you a match. Thanks, old bean.
- Here you are, catch.
- Thanks, old boy. About those chairs, old bean?
The missing chairs, old man.
Yes, the chairs.
I imagine the American came to get them this morning.
What American? Didn't I tell you about him, darling?
How stupid of me. He dropped by about a week ago. A friend of Melbeck's.
I think you were out riding.
Go on, old man.
Anyway, he admired the chairs.
Extravagant fellow. Offered £100 apiece for them. Can you imagine?
Anyone would take that.
I wouldn't.
Wouldn't you really, dear?
That never occurred to me.
As a matter of fact, I told him you would.
Why didn't you mention it?
I'm sorry, darling, but I thought I did.
That's all right. If they're gone, they're gone.
They're gone, all right.
Shall we change for dinner?
You are an angel.
Hold on a minute. You say he offered £100 apiece for them?
- That's right.
- Let's have a look at the check.
- He'll send it along.
- I bet you £10 to a shilling... you wouldn't dare let your wife pick up the telephone and ask Melbeck... if he ever saw this American.
Are you implying that my husband is a liar?
Don't mind Beaky, he's only joking.
I prefer jokes on other subjects.
Are you staying for dinner?
I'm spending the weekend unless you throw me out.
Johnnie's friends are always welcome, as long as they remain Johnnie's friends.
Hello, Isobel.
Good afternoon.
- I'll see you tomorrow.
- Admiring your display? It's nice.
You are our only local celebrity.
- Are you going my way?
- Yes, I am. - How's Johnnie?
- He's fine.
I just bought your latest for him. He's an ardent admirer of yours.
I don't believe there's one of your stories he hasn't read.
- What's the matter?
- I just remembered something.
Will you excuse me? I want to make some inquiries.
- Certainly. - I'll see you for dinner soon.
- Delighted.
- I'll phone you, then.
Hello, old girl.
Mr. Thwaite, I owe you an apology.
Good. I mean, what for?
I'll explain to you later, but I'm afraid I've done you an injustice.
An injustice? Thanks very much. I forgive you from the bottom of my heart.
You seem a bit hot under the collar.
Not angry, are you? Don't answer.
You are. - Must be about old Johnnie.
- Would you excuse me?
I-- You mustn't be angry with Johnnie.
It's a waste of time. If you want to get sore with me, that's different altogether.
I annoy everybody, always did. But not Johnnie. You mustn't, really.
Would you mind, I want to speak to Johnnie alone.
Could you-- - You mean out in the garden?
- Please.
Hello. Don't move.
Just stay like that. I must watch the expressions on your faces.
What've you got there, old bean?
You'll find out soon enough. This is a red-letter day.
- Yes, sir? - What have we to drink in the house?
Gin, brandy, champagne and Pimm's NO.1.
- Bring them all, and get a move on.
- Very good, sir. Stand aside.
Remember that necklace you admired in the shop window in Regent Street?
It's yours. And here.... No, that's for Ethel.
Beaky, here's a little present for you.
- What is it?
- It's a secret.
- Stick. - That's the finest that money can buy.
- Thanks, old bean.
- Hold those a moment, will you?
Darling, do you remember this?
I saw the hungry eye you gave it last time we were up in London.
It's yours. Thank you, Beaky.
Here are some hats for you.
Never did like your hats from the moment I ever saw you.
- Like the funny hat you wore on the train.
- I don't understand.
- What made you do all this?
- Now, dear, don't be angry.
If you don't like the hats, you can always return them.
I got a present for myself. Do you mind?
I say, old girl, this is a nice stick.
- Dog?
- That's right.
- All dogs are fond of me.
- Go to Monkeyface. But, Johnnie, you haven't told us what this is all about.
- Yes, what's it mean?
- I have the pleasure of announcing... the Goodwood Cup was run today and I backed the winner.
A 10-to-1 shot, and I had £200 on it.
£200 at 10-to-1, that's £2,000.
- That's amazing.
- What do you mean? - The way you worked that out so quickly.
- What?
- You know, the little sum. - You're pulling my leg, old bean.
Darling, what's happened to your tongue?
- I suppose you disapprove of my betting.
- Not with £2,000 in her lap. Come on, smile. I know I've been naughty, but it's all for you.
- See that?
That's Johnnie. - Go on, darling, smile.
Where did you get the £200?
- That's not a very tactful question.
- Where did you get it? You know very well there was no American. I got it for the chairs, of course.
You sold the chairs to gamble all your money on a horse.
Not exactly.
I owed the bookies some money. It's an ancient story, but you know how bookies are.
I got the £200 to pay them off. But then, along came this hot tip and....
Darling, come on, give us a smile.
Come on, old girl. I know. - You tickle her chin, and I'll make faces.
- Think that will work?
Come on, smile. Come on, dear.
- Do you see the glimmer of a smile?
- No, not a thing.
- Know any other tricks?
- Yeah. I got something that never fails. I make a noise like a duck.
No, that's not doing it.
- Shall I do this at the same time?
- Yeah, try that. Come on, dear.
I forgot something. Darling, look.
It's a receipt from a certain shop for a certain pair of chairs.
Paid in full, and they deliver within the hour.
- Look, she's smiling.
- I dare say she is. My darling.
Well done, old bean.
I say, look. Ethel's done her stuff. What about celebrating?
You can always trust Beaky to say the right thing at the right time.
Come on, old bean.
I could do with a pull at the beaker.
Ethel, a present for you.
Mr. Aysgarth.
It's much too good for me. You shouldn't have done that.
- Thank you, sir.
- Don't mention it.
What will my young man think?
- Don't forget the box.
- Yes, sir. - Don't forget my hat.
- No, sir.
Thank you, sir. - This is yours, old girl.
- Thank you. - This is yours, old bean.
- Thank you. Now for a toast.
- What have you got there, brandy?
- Just this once. - You know that's not good for you.
- All right, old man.
- Maybe just this once.
- All right, old bean.
I drink to the last bet that will ever made by Johnnie Aysgarth.
Last bet, old bean.
- Get some water, quick.
- It won't help.
I've seen it happen before. There's nothing much you can do about it.
That's no use, darling. It will either kill him or it will go away by itself.
Sorry, old bean.
One of these days, it will kill him.
- Hello, Mrs. Aysgarth.
- How are you, Mrs. Newsham?
- What a lot of books. - Do you really read them all, my dear?
- I'm afraid not. They're for Johnnie.
- Since when has he....
- Detective stories.
- Yes, he adores them. So Johnnie's settled down to the simple rural life.
- And it seems to agree with him.
- Abandoned all his vices, has he?
Vices? What vices, Mrs. Newsham?
Such as betting at the races, for instance.
He has no time for that.
He's much too busy with his job.
Is he? Then he must have taken an afternoon off last Tuesday.
He was at the Merchester Races.
Was he? How interesting. Good afternoon.
Goodbye.
- Good afternoon, Mrs. Aysgarth.
- Good afternoon. Is Mr. Aysgarth in?
Why, no.
- When do you expect him?
- I really couldn't say.
Perhaps you'd like to talk to Captain Melbeck.
Yes, I would very much, please.
Mrs. Aysgarth to see you.
Come in.
- What a pleasure to see you. - Good afternoon.
- Do sit down.
- Thank you.
I don't want to impose upon you... but you're Johnnie's cousin as well as his employer.
I wanted to talk to you about him. I'm terribly worried.
Yes, I can understand that.
On the other hand, I told him I wouldn't prosecute.
- I don't understand.
- I told him I wouldn't prosecute.
What on earth are you talking about?
How does he get away with it?
What reason did he give you when I discharged him?
- When did you discharge him?
I haven't a very keen sense of humor.
If this is a joke, I wish you would tell me.
It's not funny to me.
We had an unexpected audit six weeks ago.
The accounts showed a deficit of £2,000.
And when I looked into Johnnie's records....
I'm terribly sorry.
He should have told you.
It's perfectly all right.
And you say you aren't going to prosecute?
Not for the time being.
I'll give him every possible opportunity of replacing the money, but... after all....
Yes, of course. Thank you very much.
Goodbye.
- Good afternoon, madam.
- Mr. Aysgarth home yet? No, madam.
- Then you've heard.
- Yes, I've heard.
I'm so sorry, darling. I'm terribly sorry.
This telegram just came from the doctor. It tells how it happened.
And to my dear sister, Emily Scudamore...
I bequeath an annuity of £1,000 for the duration of her lifetime.
To my niece, Miss Elsie Chilling, the sum of £5,000.
To my two dear cousins, Robert and Jane Atwood, £500 each.
The residue of my estate, my house, and all the property contained therein...
I leave to my beloved wife, Martha... with the wish that she continue the present allowance of £500 a year... to my daughter, Lina.
Also, to my daughter Lina and her husband John Aysgarth...
I bequeath the portrait of myself... painted by the distinguished Sir Joshua Nettlewood.
- I could do with a drink.
- I'll get you one. Don't bother, I'll get it myself. In the study, isn't it?
You win, old boy.
Yes, dear?
Do you ever have any regrets that you married me?
Why do you ask that?
It seems pretty obvious... that your father would've left you more than his portrait... if you'd been anybody else but Mrs. John Aysgarth.
So that's what you meant.
You haven't answered my question.
What about you?
Have you any regrets?
Monkeyface, marrying you is the one thing I've never changed my mind about.
- Do you really mean that?
- Yes, I really mean that.
I want nothing but to spend the rest of my life with you.
And if you were to die first, I....
If I were to die first?
Listen, what about you?
I couldn't stop loving you if I tried.
Have you tried?
Yes.
When?
When I found out you'd lost your job with Captain Melbeck.
- How long have you known?
- Since last Friday.
- Who told you?
- Captain Melbeck.
- Did he tell you why?
Suppose you tell me why.
We just didn't get along.
Quite nice here. Shall we stop and look at the sea?
Why didn't you get along with him?
I don't know.
He's a bit of an old fogy. I suppose my ideas were too daring for him.
I've always had the notion that the secret of success is to start at the top.
You think I'm talking through my hat, don't you?
I'm not. The way to make money is to think in a big way.
Look at this all land, for instance.
Look at the view. Why isn't something done about it?
If I had £10,000, or better still, £20,000...
I could start a development here.
All you need is £20,000?
Or £30,000.
An extra £10,000 wouldn't hurt a bit.
Beaky, this is the ground plan.
Wonderful. We could put the large hotel there.
That's the idea. And down here, we could build the beach huts.
- Beechnuts, old bean?
- Huts, Beaky. - Hello.
What goes on here, anyway? - We're organizing a real estate company.
We're about to buy a very beautiful piece of land by the sea.
What a view, what sun, what air.
Then we're going to sell part of it at a profit.
- Yes, but it will need financing, won't it?
- Of course.
You found somebody to put up the money?
Of course.
- Who?
I see.
The idea is mine, but the money is Beaky's.
And the corporation, Beaky borrows against those securities he has in Paris.
Then we issue stock, and.... Let me show you, dear.
The company's going to be in my name.
- Yes, but....
- Look, darling... let me show you how simple it is.
- Does Beaky understand it?
- Perfectly.
I think.
I beg your pardon, sir. Captain Melbeck would like to talk to you on the telephone.
Thank you.
I'll take it in the study. - Excuse me, Beaky.
- All right, old bean.
Please explain it to me, will you?
You see, my dear girl.... I say, I rather like this feeling of big business and all that sort of thing.
George, I keep telling you not to worry about it.
I've got something on now. I can pay you back in a couple of weeks.
We buy up this land and then we sell part of it.
That gives us a 100% profit in no time.
On the other part, we build something or other.
But from whom do you buy the land?
How much do you pay for it? - To whom do you sell it?
- That shouldn't be difficult.
Isn't it about time you grew up?
- You're scolding me.
- You need a scolding.
- Do I?
- Yes, you do. Shall I go and stand in the corner?
- You're not being fair to Johnnie.
- That's a bit thick. Why, he's president of the whole bally thingamajig.
- Gets a salary, writes his own checks.
- Yes, that's what I mean. What's wrong with that?
Old bean, Lina's been telling me you're a bit soft in the head.
Is that it?
- It sounded like that. - Come now, that's not very wifely.
Hadn't you better change for dinner?
It's getting late. Darling, Beaky's staying with us for a few days.
- You know your room.
- I shan't be a jiffy.
Look here. What right have you to interfere in my affairs?
I wasn't really.
I was only.... You were only what?
I was only trying to tell Beaky that he shouldn't leave everything to you... because if something went wrong, he should take a little responsibility, too.
It's not as if you're both experienced businessmen.
- What do you know about business?
- Very little.
I was only--
Suppose Beaky had taken you seriously? You'd have ruined the whole scheme, you realize that?
- But if it weren't any good....
- That's my business, not yours.
If I say it's good, it's good.
I'm going through with this deal.
I don't want any interference from you or anyone else.
- Is that clear? - Yes, that's clear.
Hello, Monkeyface.
You frightened me. I didn't see you coming.
I thought you might like to know I'm calling off the real estate plan.
Why? What happened?
- Nothing.
- Does Beaky know about this?
- No, not yet.
- Why are you doing it?
I don't know. Perhaps the land isn't any good.
Who knows? Or perhaps I don't like the idea of risking Beaky's money.
Or perhaps it's a stiff job and I'm too lazy.
- Are you still angry about last night?
- No, I'm not angry.
Are you sure?
Because I couldn't sleep all night.
You'd never spoken so sharply to me before, and I was afraid....
Afraid of what?
I was afraid you'd stopped loving me.
No, Monkeyface, I'm not angry.
And I love you very much.
Every time I play anagrams, I can only make three-letter words.
D-O-U-B.
There's no such word.
D-O-U-B-T. "Doubt." F-U-L. "Doubtful."
Take that, old girl.
Personally, I don't see what's wrong with this scheme.
But if you say there's no good going ahead, don't let's go ahead.
Do I get another turn?
I still don't understand why we have to go all the way out there to look at it.
I won't be responsible for calling the scheme off...
- without first proving to you it's no good.
- If you say it's no good, that satisfies me.
After all, you discovered the land. It was your idea.
If a fellow has an idea, he jolly well ought to follow it up.
You have to go up there early tomorrow morning and take a look.
Why are you so insistent?
Because, as I told you, I won't be responsible.
That's a long one. "Mudder." There's no such word.
Try the "R."
I don't want to go up there in the morning. Besides, it'll be nasty, and cold, and wet. - Now, Beaky.
- What time do we have to start?
If I had an "e" and an "r" I could make that murderer.
The earlier the better. I'd say about 7:00.
There won't be so much traffic then. - 7:00?
That's a bit pig's tail.
- Pig's tail? Too early.
Did you never hear that one, pig's tail?
Is Mr. Aysgarth having breakfast?
No, ma'am, he wouldn't wait. He said he'd have some on the road.
He left two hours ago with Mr. Thwaite. - What car did they use?
- Mr. Thwaite's, I believe.
This ought to do it. Put in the plug now.
How's that, old bean?
- Hello, old girl. - Hello, darling.
What's all this?
I've only been away a few hours.
- It seemed like a thousand years.
- Seems like that to me, too. Shut up, Beaky.
It was nothing. Nothing?
I came very close to losing my life.
You call that nothing?
- You nearly lost your life? - Came very close to it.
- Let's drop the subject.
- No, Beaky, go on. I want to hear.
There we were at the top of the cliff. I agreed that Johnnie was right.
There was too much chalk in the soil.
I was trying to turn my car near the edge of the cliff. I never was handy with a car.
- Was Johnnie in the car? - No.
He was a few feet away looking over at the view.
It's hardly worth talking about. Let's all have a drink.
I didn't realize I was backing the car towards the edge.
But I was, by Jove. Right up to it.
If Johnnie hadn't taken a flying leap and grabbed the brake...
I should be in kingdom come by now.
- Johnnie saved your life?
- He certainly did.
Came jolly close to losing his own, too.
I can never tell you how much this means to me.
- To you, darling?
- It means a good bit to me, too.
The old fellow deserves a reward. How about a night out?
A spot of celebrating on me.
That's kind of you, but don't you have to go to Paris? - Paris?
- Yes.
My securities are over there.
I've got to go over there and cancel all the arrangements for them.
Why don't you come over with me?
The cad seems to forget I'm a married man.
I'll tell you what I might do.
I might drive up as far as London with you for that evening out.
- How about that, Monkeyface? - Yes, Monkey....
Lina.
Do let him come.
It seems to me that-- Yes, I know.
It seems to you I should be looking for a job.
It seems to me I'd have much more chance of getting a job in London.
Yes, of course he would. Do let him come, Lina.
I don't see very well how I can stop him.
Great.
Pity that he won't come to Paris with me.
Did I ever tell you what happened to me last time I was in Paris?
I was walking down the Champs Élysées... and I met the most charming girl.
Took her out and gave her a spot of dinner. And it wasn't till much later.... Sorry, old bean.
Sorry, old girl.
Nearly put the foot in it again, have I?
There's an Inspector Hodgson in the hall, ma'am.
He wanted to see Mr. Aysgarth.
But when I said he was away, he asked if he might speak to you.
Show him to the study, will you, Ethel, please.
Very good, madam.
- Will you come this way, please, sir? - Thank you.
- Mrs. Aysgarth? - Yes.
My name's Hodgson.
Inspector Hodgson. We're from the county police.
This is my colleague. Mr. Benson.
- How do you do, Mr. Benson? - How do you do?
- Won't you sit down?
- Thank you, ma'am.
I understand your husband's not in.
He's been up in London for two days.
As he's not here, I thought you might be able to help us. Yes, of course.
Won't you have some tea or something?
No, thank you. We've had ours.
I believe you know a Mr. Thwaite.
Yes, he's a close friend of my husband.
I don't know how to put it, quite.
Perhaps it would be easier if I showed you this.
This afternoon's paper.
Excuse me.
I'm sorry. This is a shock.
We knew him so very well.
Sorry to have to do this, ma'am... but we're making inquiries on behalf of the Paris police.
They found papers on Mr. Thwaite's person... which indicated he'd just formed a corporation with your husband.
What do the French police believe caused the death?
This is the copy of a telegram we received from Paris.
"Thwaite visited the place in the company of another Englishman.
"Both men had evidently been drinking.
"On arrival, Thwaite ordered a bottle of brandy.
"According to the statement of one of the waiters there...
"Thwaite's companion asked for the brandy to be served in large beakers.
"Apparently, as a result of a bet between the two men...
"Thwaite filled one of these beakers to the brim and drank it all.
"The other man was not present when the actual tragedy happened...
"having left the place a few minutes before.
"French police have not yet succeeded in establishing his identity.
"According to the waiter, who has a slight understanding of English...
"his name would appear to be 'Awlbeam' or 'Holebeam.'"
I'm sorry to upset you, ma'am.
But do you or your husband know of any friend of Mr. Thwaite's... who would answer to such a name?
Perhaps Mrs. Aysgarth could enlighten us about this corporation.
Yes, I believe I can.
My husband had planned a real estate development with him.
Mr. Thwaite had gone to Paris to dissolve the corporation.
He apparently died before he could do this. Thank you, ma'am.
Any further questions, Benson?
None that I can think of.
- Thank you very much, Mrs. Aysgarth. - Thank you.
I'm sorry.
When does Mr. Aysgarth return from London?
I expect him this evening.
Would you ask him to ring me at the station?
Yes, of course. Goodbye, Inspector Hodgson.
Goodbye. - Benson.
- Goodbye, Mrs. Aysgarth.
He didn't go to Paris.
He didn't go to Paris, I tell you.
Hogarth Club.
May I speak to Mr. Aysgarth, please?
When do you expect him?
He left yesterday morning?
It doesn't matter. Thank you.
Hello, Monkeyface.
You've read about Beaky, have you?
I was terribly fond of Beaky.
- Were you?
- Yes, dear.
I loved that silly, generous, good-hearted fool.
- Did you? - Of course I did.
Next to you, I loved him more than anybody in the world.
Next to me?
Poor Monkeyface.
Here I am thinking only of myself and forgetting all about you.
You liked him, too, didn't you?
I liked him very much.
The police were here.
What did they want?
They wanted you to help them.
They had a telegram from Paris... and it seems there was an Englishman who made a bet--
Yes, I know. The whole story was in the late edition.
What else?
The inspector wants you to phone him.
He thought perhaps you could help identify this Englishman.
What did you tell them?
Did you mention the corporation?
Naturally.
I told them that Beaky was planning to dissolve it.
I wish you'd left all that to me. What else did you tell them?
That's about all.
I said I was expecting you back from London at any moment.
Hello. Wickstead police station, please.
Hello, Inspector.
This is John Aysgarth. I've just got home. Yes.
I drove up to London with him on Tuesday evening.
We dined at the Savoy.
No.
Yes.
Then I saw him off at Croyden Airport.
Yes. No.
I stayed in London until this afternoon. At my club.
Yes.
Yes.
Not at all, Inspector.
If I can help you in any other way, be sure to let me know.
Isobel, may I come in?
Lina, how nice. I was thinking only yesterday... that I don't see half as much of you as I'd like.
How sweet of you.
I couldn't put my light out until 3:00 this morning.
I was so interested in your last book that I had to come over and talk to you about it.
That's the most thrilling compliment I ever got. Come and sit down. - Had your tea?
- Yes, I have.
Thank you.
I never knew you were such a murder story fan.
Neither did I until recently.
- Did you really like it?
- I couldn't put it down.
I was completely fascinated by the way your villain--
My villain?
My hero, you mean.
I always think of my murderers as my heroes.
I didn't mean to interrupt. You were saying you were completely fascinated.
When he enticed his victim across the footbridge... knowing that the bridge had been sawn through--
He also knew that his victim couldn't swim. Don't forget that.
What I want to know is this. Would you call that an actual murder?
From a moral standpoint, there's no question at all.
It is murder.
I suppose it is.
What does Johnnie think?
Johnnie?
I haven't discussed it with him yet.
I should think he'd be interested.
The same situation with this friend of his in Paris. The same?
That brandy business is just like my footbridge.
If they get his companion, the question would be:
Was it murder or an accident?
The brandy thing isn't new at all, you know.
- It's been done before?
- Yes, and in real life, too.
I have it here.
Richard Palmer got rid of one of his victims that way.
A man called Abbey.
Was he hanged?
Trial of Richard Palmer. Where can it be?
They got him eventually, after he killed half a dozen other people.
The fool got bored with the brandy method and went on with real poison.
- He was a fool, wasn't he?
- Maybe I put it under the "T's."
If he'd stuck to brandy, he might have....
That's an interesting idea.
Suppose I ask my brother about it.
He's the Home Office Analyst. Conducts post-mortems and all that sort of things.
I get some of my neatest ideas from him.
It really doesn't matter, Isobel. Please don't bother. It's not important.
I'll run along. I don't want to trouble you.
- Now I remember. It's in your own house.
- What is?
The Trial of Richard Palmer. That book about the brandy.
Johnnie borrowed it a couple of weeks ago.
- Goodbye, Isobel. - Goodbye, my dear.
Hello? No, he isn't in.
This is Mrs. Aysgarth speaking.
This is the Guarantors Assurance Company.
Would you tell Mr. Aysgarth that there's been a delay in replying to his inquiry?
We have written him fully on the matter. He should get our letter in the morning.
Yes, I will. Thank you.
- Good morning, madam.
- Good morning. Are there any letters?
Just three for Mr. Aysgarth and a magazine for you, ma'am.
Hello, Ethel. You here again?
Yes, sir. I've brought your morning tea and the post.
- Hello, darling. Any letters for me?
- Three.
Thank you, dear.
- Well, well, well.
- Good news?
Got a letter from old Spotty. He's going to India.
What a life.
Says he wishes he had time to pop down and see us.
That'd be a dream. Poor old Spotty.
- Do you mind if I take my bath before you? - No, dear.
May I have some more soap, Monkeyface? This bit's nearly gone.
Yes, there's some in the cupboard above the washbasin.
- Darling, you're not shivering, are you?
- I've a bit of a chill.
Cold in all this sunshine? Let me warm you up.
My poor little shivering baby.
Better?
- Much. - Good.
Perhaps this will help.
- Darling, what are we doing tonight?
- We're going to Isobel's to dine.
What a bore.
Issie, let's get back to that new book of yours.
The fellow comes into the room, locks it, and starts to strum on the piano... then somebody shoots him through the locked door?
That doesn't make sense. Why would he lock the door just to play the piano?
Was he ashamed of his playing?
I arranged it this way.
A certain note on the piano was wired to a revolver concealed in the wall paneling.
When the victim struck this note.... There you are.
I don't care much for that.
You're slipping, old girl.
- What's wrong with it, my dear chap?
- That's too complicated.
If you're going to kill somebody, do it simply.
Am I right, Dr. Sedbusk?
You're right.
Just as long as you don't get caught.
- Do the wine, will you? - Yes, Issie.
How would you do it simply?
I don't know, dear. I'd use the most obvious method.
The most important thing is that no one should suspect me.
- For instance?
- For instance, poison.
Just use the first one that came to my mind. Say, arsenic. Arsenic.
I remember... in Gloucester, where we exhumed the body four years after... there was still enough poison, even in the fingernails and the hair.
Yes, but did you get the murderer?
Let me see.
No, I don't think we did.
There you are.
Think of it.
This very minute, there are hundreds of people... who have committed murder and they're walking about freely.
Thousands.
Do you suppose those murderers are happy, Johnnie?
I don't know, dear.
I don't see why they shouldn't be.
Fear of discovery, my lad.
So long as arsenic leaves traces and a bullet's marked by the barrel of a gun... and the tiniest hair of your head can be identified....
It seems to me by now someone would've discovered a poison that can't be traced.
What about it, Doctor?
A very interesting corpse dropped in the other day.
- Do let's hear about it. - No, please.
Don't change the subject.
I saw that look that passed between you. There's an untraceable poison, isn't there?
Nonsense. No such thing.
I'll bet you know, Doctor. What is it?
Not in a million years.
Now, come. After all, do I look like a murderer?
That's an interesting question. What do you think, Issie?
Issie can tell by looking at a person's face whether he or she is capable of murder.
Can't you, Issie?
I don't want to sound conceited, but I usually can.
What about me, dear?
Could I murder anyone?
You couldn't hurt a fly, Bertram. Unless it was already dead.
What about Mrs. Aysgarth?
She has a strange glint in her eye.
I'm afraid not. Lina hasn't the nerve any more than I have.
As for you, you silly thing. Look at the expression on his face.
Trying to look mysterious, are you?
You can't fool me.
You couldn't commit a murder if you tried for 100 years.
No, I don't believe I could.
Johnnie, you're locking up. What about Ethel?
It's Ethel's day off.
She won't be back until morning.
What about Cook?
What's the matter, dear?
Have you forgotten?
Cook's away on a holiday.
Darling, you're shivering again. Do you suppose you're catching cold?
Yes. I think that's what it must be.
We have to tuck you into bed. Get you nice and warm.
- Take off your coat.
- No, Johnnie. Please don't.
This reminds me of the day we first met on the top of the hill... when you wouldn't let me unbutton the top button of your blouse.
Do you remember?
I shall never forget it.
Get undressed, old girl. What are you waiting for?
Johnnie, I'm in a state tonight. I don't know why. I'd like to be alone.
Would you mind sleeping in your dressing room?
Of course I'd mind.
Please, Johnnie. I haven't been sleeping very well lately.
I understand.
You used to sleep badly when I wasn't here, and now you....
All right, if that's how you feel about it. Good night.
Feeling better?
Yes, thank you.
- Hello, Isobel.
- How are you, my dear?
All right.
I've been asleep all day, haven't I?
Isobel's brother gave you a sleeping pill this morning.
Your nerves seemed to be all upset.
We were quite worried about you.
Cheer up. Bertram had a good look at you.
Although he doesn't usually attend living people, he's a very able doctor.
He says all you needed was a little sleep.
I'll run down and tell Ethel to fix something for your supper.
He's one in a million, that Johnnie of yours.
Isn't he?
Do you mind if I smoke?
Have you been here all afternoon?
Naturally. Ever since Johnnie phoned.
I warn you. You'd better get well.
If you leave me alone much longer with this husband of yours... my career will soon be over.
- He flirted with you, I suppose.
- Flirted?
Worse than that.
He's worming all my secrets out of me.
I suspect him of writing a detective story on the side. What secrets?
He's always pestering me.
I always swear I won't tell him and I always do.
Did you tell him anything today?
Did I?
Bertram was furious. Said he'd never confide in me again.
But honestly, have you ever been able to deny Johnnie anything?
Never.
It was about that poison, wasn't it?
Don't remind me of it. I'm ashamed, and mortified, and disgraced.
I'm just a fool, that's all. If he writes a story on that one before I do...
I suppose I'll deserve it.
Imagine. A substance in daily use everywhere.
Anyone can lay his hands on it.
And within a minute after taking, the victim's beautifully out of the way.
Mind you, it's undetectable after death.
Is whatever it is painful?
Not in the least.
In fact, I should think it would be a most pleasant death.
Good night, Lina.
You're still annoyed with me, aren't you?
No, Johnnie, really. I still don't feel well.
A few days at your mother's house will do more good than staying at home.
It's not exactly that. Don't you understand?
Mother telephoned me and--
She got on that telephone awfully early, it seems to me.
Mother gets up early, and she's lonely down there.
I happened to mention I was a bit nervy... and before I knew it I'd agreed to spend a few days with her.
All right. I'll run down and get the car ready.
- No. I'll drive myself.
- I prefer to drive you.
I think I'll take the short cut.
Johnnie!
Johnnie!
Lina, what's got into you?
Lina! Stop it, you little fool!
I've had enough! How much do you think a man can bear? Listen to me!
You throw me out of your room, run off to your mother's... now you shrink away from me as though you hated me.
You almost killed us both back there.
You pulled away when I was reaching over to save you from falling out of the car.
You don't have to put up with me anymore.
Johnnie, where are you going?
- First, I'm taking you to your mother's.
- And then what?
Don't worry. I won't bother you again.
Johnnie, you mean you're going to....
Why were you asking Isobel those questions about the poison?
What were you planning to do with it?
Johnnie, you were going to kill yourself.
My darling.
Yes, but I saw that was a cheap way out.
I'm going to see it through, prison term and everything.
Prison?
You mean Melbeck, that money you took?
I can't pay it back.
I made the last attempt to raise the money when I went away with Beaky.
- Paris?
- I went to Liverpool.
I tried to borrow on your insurance, but it didn't work.
You were in Liverpool when Beaky....
Then you didn't go to Paris.
Of course not.
You think I'd have let some idiot give poor old Beaky that brandy if I had?
Johnnie, if I'd only known. This is as much my fault as yours.
I was only thinking of myself, not what you were going through.
If I'd been really close to you, you could've confided in me... but you were afraid to.
You were ashamed to come to me.
If I'd only understood.
But it will be different now. We'll make it different.
People don't change overnight, Lina. I'm no good.
Let's turn back. Let's go home and see it all through together.
No. It won't work. I'm driving you on to your mother's.
It will work. I know it will, Johnnie, please.
This isn't your problem, Lina.
But it is. You can't shut me out.
Turn the car around and let's go home. Please, Johnnie.
No, Lina.
My darling.
Life may be swift and fleeting
Hope may die Yet love's beautiful music
Comes each day like the dawn
Love is a song that never ends
One simple theme repeating
Like the voice of a heavenly choir
Love's sweet music flows on
Like the voice of a heavenly choir
Love's sweet music flows on
Wake up.
-What now?
-Wake up, Friend Owl.
What's going on around here?
-Wake up.
-It's happened.
The new prince is born.
-We're going to see him.
-Come on. You better hurry up.
Well, look.
-Well.
-Isn't he cute?
Well, this is quite an occasion.
Yes, sir, it isn't every day a prince is born.
You're to be congratulated.
-Yes, congratulations.
-Congratulations.
Thank you very much.
Come on. Wake up. We have company.
Hello. Hello, there.
-Hello, little prince. -Hello.
Hello, there.
Hello, little prince.
Look. He's trying to get up.
Kinda wobbly, isn't he?
Thumper.
Well, he is.
Aren't you?
Looks to me like he's getting kind of sleepy.
I think it's time we all left.
Come on.
Thumper. Come on.
Whatcha gonna call him?
Well, I think I'll call him Bambi.
Yep, I guess that'll do all right.
My little Bambi.
Walking already. Well, what do you know.
-Good morning.
-Good morning, Mrs Quail.
And where's the young prince this...
-Good morning, Bambi.
-Good morning, young prince.
Goodbye.
Good morning, young prince.
Good morning, young prince.
Good morning.
Nice sunny day.
-What's the matter?
-What happened?
Did the young prince fall down?
-Is he hurt?
-No, he's all right.
He doesn't walk very good, does he?
Thumper.
Yes, Mama?
What did your father tell you this morning?
If you can't say something nice,
don't say nothing at all.
Come on, Bambi, get up. Try again.
Come on, get up. Get up.
-Get up.
I'm thumping.
Thumper!
Come on. You can do it.
Hop over it. Like this.
Hop over it.
Like this.
You didn't hop far enough.
That's it. Now the other one.
Gee whiz, what happened that time?
Those are birds.
Look, he's trying to talk.
He's trying to say "bird."
Say "bird."
Bird.
Bird.
Come on, say "bird," say "bird."
Say "bird." Say "bird." Come on, say "bird."
Say "bird."
Bird.
He talked. He talked, Mama.
The young prince said "bird."
Bird, bird, bird...
Bird.
No, that's not a bird.
That's a butterfly.
Butterfly?
Butter...
Butterfly.
No, that's a flower.
-Flower?
-It's pretty.
Pretty.
Flower.
Me?
That's not a flower.
-He's a little...
-That's all right.
He can call me a flower if he wants to.
I don't mind.
Pretty. Pretty flower.
I think I better go home now.
Drip, drip, drop Little April shower
Beating a tune As you fall all around
Drip, drip, drop Little April shower
What can compare With your beautiful sound?
Beautiful sound Beautiful sound
Drip, drop Drip, drop
Drip, drip, drop When the sky is cloudy
Your pretty music Can brighten the day
Drip, drip, drop When the sky is cloudy
You come along with a song right away
Come with your beautiful music
Drip, drip, drop Little April shower
Beating a tune As you fall all around
Drip, drip, drop Little April shower
What can compare With your beautiful sound?
Drip, drip, drop When the sky is cloudy
You come along With your pretty little song
Drip, drip, drop When the sky is cloudy
You come along With your pretty little song
-Gay little roundelay -Gay little roundelay
-Song of the rainy day -Song of the rainy day
How I love to hear your patter Pretty little pitter-patter
Helter skelter, when you pelter Troubles always seem to scatter
Drip, drip, drop Little April shower
Beating a sound as you fall all around
Drip, drip, drop Little April shower
-Little April shower -With your beautiful sound
Drip, drip, drop Little April shower
Beating a tune As you fall all around
Drip, drip, drop Little April shower
What can compare With your beautiful sound?
Beautiful sound
Mother, what we going to do today?
I'm going to take you to the meadow.
Meadow?
What's the meadow?
It's a very wonderful place.
Then why haven't we been there before?
You weren't big enough.
-Mother, you know what?
-What?
We're not the only deer in the forest.
-Where did you hear that?
-Thumper told me.
Well, he's right.
There are many deer in the forest besides us.
Then why don't I ever see them?
-You will, sometime.
-On the meadow?
Perhaps.
Hush now.
We're almost there.
-The meadow.
-Wait.
Bambi, wait.
You must never rush out on the meadow.
There might be danger.
Out there, we're unprotected.
The meadow is wide and open, and there are no trees or bushes to hide us.
So we have to be very careful.
Wait here.
I'll go out first. And if the meadow is safe, I'll call you.
Come on, Bambi. It's all right.
Come on.
Good morning, Prince Bambi.
Good morning, young prince.
Hello. What ya eating'?
-Clover.
-It's awfully good.
It's delicious.
Why don't you try some?
No, not that green stuff.
Just eat the blossoms.
That's the good stuff.
Thumper.
-Yes, Mama?
-What did your father tell you?
About what?
About eating the blossoms and leaving the greens?
Oh, that one.
Eating greens is a special treat.
It makes long ears and great big feet.
But it sure is awful stuff to eat.
I made that last part up myself.
Watch out.
That's little Faline.
He's kind of bashful, isn't he, Mama?
Well, maybe he wouldn't be if you'd say hello.
Hello, Bambi.
I said hello.
Well, aren't you going to answer her?
You're not afraid, are you?
Well, then, go ahead.
Go on, say hello.
Hello.
You.
He stopped and looked at me. Yes, I know.
Why was everyone still when he came on the meadow?
Everyone respects him.
For of all the deer in the forest, not one has lived half so long.
He's very brave and very wise.
That's why he's known as the Great Prince of the Forest.
Bambi.
Mother.
Bambi.
Mother.
Come on out, Bambi.
Come on.
It's safe now.
We don't have to hide any longer.
What happened, Mother?
Why did we all run?
Man was in the forest.
Mother, look. What's all that white stuff?
Why, it's snow.
-Snow?
-Yes.
Winter has come.
Hiya, Bambi.
Watch what I can do.
Come on. It's all right.
Look.
The water's stiff.
Some fun, huh, Bambi?
Come on, get up.
Kinda wobbly, aren't you?
Got to watch both ends at the same time.
Guess you better unwind it.
Wake up. Wake up, Flower.
Is it spring yet?
No. Winter's just started.
What you doing?
Hibernating?
What do you want to do that for?
All us flowers sleep in the winter.
Well, good night.
Winter sure is long, isn't it?
It seems long.
But it won't last forever.
I'm awful hungry, Mother.
Yes, I know.
Bambi, come here.
Look.
New spring grass.
Bambi. Quick.
The thicket.
Faster.
Faster, Bambi.
Don't look back. Keep running.
Keep running.
We made it.
We made it, Mother.
We...
Mother.
Mother, where are you?
Your mother can't be with you anymore.
Come.
My son.
Let's sing a gay little spring song
This is the season to sing
So I'd like to suggest That we all do our best
And warble a song about spring
Spring, spring, spring
Let's get together and sing
Let's sing a gay little spring song
Just like the bird on the wing
Things always seem right When you're cheerful and bright
So let's get together and sing
Sing, sing, sing
Let's sing a song about spring
Let's twitter and tweet Like the birdies in May
Get into the mood And be merry today
Forget all your troubles And warble away...
Wait.
What now?
Hey.
Stop that racket.
Scat.
Let's sing a song about spring
I'll fix 'em.
There. I guess that'll teach 'em.
Oh, what's the use?
This is the season to sing...
Same thing every spring.
Love's sweet song.
Pain in the pin feathers, I call it.
Stop it.
Get out of here. All of you.
And you, too.
Hello, Friend Owl. Don't you remember me?
Why, it's the young prince.
Bambi!
My, my, how you've changed.
Turn round there. Let me look at you.
I see you've traded in your spots for a pair of antlers.
You know, just the other day I was talking to myself about you.
And we were wondering what had become of you.
Hello, Bambi.
Remember me?
Thumper.
Right.
Hi, fellas.
Flower.
Yeah.
Well, what's the matter with them?
Why are they acting that way?
Why, don't you know?
They're "twitterpated."
Twitterpated?
Yes. Nearly everybody gets twitterpated in the spring time.
For example, you're walking along, minding your own business, you're looking neither to the left nor to the right, when all of a sudden you run smack into a pretty face.
You begin to get weak in the knees. You begin to get weak in the knees.
Your head's in a whirl.
And then you feel light as a feather.
And before you know it, you're walking on air.
And then you know what?
You're knocked for a loop.
And you completely lose your head.
Gosh, that's awful.
-Gee whiz.
-Terrible.
And that ain't all.
It can happen to anybody.
So you'd better be careful.
It could happen to you, and you, and...
Yes, it could even happen to you.
Well, it's not going to happen to me.
-Me neither.
-Me neither.
Twitterpated.
Hello, Bambi.
Don't you remember me?
I'm Faline.
Bambi.
I bring you a song
And I sing as I go
For I want you to know
That I'm looking for romance
I bring you a song
In the hope that you'll see
When you're looking at me
That I'm looking for love
I'm seeking that glow
Only found when you're young and it's May
Only found on that wonderful day
When all longing is through
I'm seeking that glow
Only found when a thrill is complete
Only found when two hearts gently beat
To the strains of a waltz That's both tender and new
I bring you a song
For I'm seeking romance
You're by my side There's a moon up above
It shines with a light That's so mellow and bright
It's easy to see That tonight we shall fall in love
I bring you a song
For I'm seeking romance
And you
It is Man.
He is here again.
There are many this time.
We must go deep into the forest.
Hurry. Follow me.
Faline.
Bambi, where are you?
Faline.
Listen.
-He's coming.
-Hush.
Be quiet.
-He's coming closer.
-Be calm. Don't get excited.
-We better fly.
-No.
No, don't fly.
Whatever you do, don't fly.
He's almost here. I can't stand it any longer.
Bambi.
Faline.
Quick, Faline.
Get up, Bambi.
Get up.
You must get up.
Get up.
Get up.
Now, come with me.
Bambi.
Wake up. Wake up, Friend Owl.
Wake up, Friend Owl.
What now?
Hey, what's going on around here?
-It's happened.
-Happened?
Yes. In the thicket.
Hurry up, Bambi.
Yes, Papa. I'm coming.
Oh. Well.
Look.
Two of them.
Well, I don't believe I've ever seen a more likely looking pair of fawns.
Prince Bambi ought to be mighty proud.
Love is a song That never ends
One simple theme Repeating
Like the voice
Of a heavenly choir
Love's sweet music
Flows on
12:00!
12:00 and all is well!
The night is fair!
The wind is down!
And the commander's daughter has recovered from the sickness!
12:00!
12:00.
and the people of Guadela are grateful for a night of peace!
God be thanked in his heaven that midnight strikes and all is well!
12:00!
12:00 and all is well!
12:00!
A poor haul, but an easy one.
We'll do ourselves better in Maracaibo.
What are you moping about?
Here. Drink this.
No?
It was an easy scuffle, Jamie-Boy.
Aye, it was.
Hey, what are you rubbing your nose for?
- I'm thinking on something. - Out with it!
They're hanging Captain Morgan this week... hanging him on the docks in London.
- That's what I'm thinking on.
- Anybody lets himself get... caught and hung is nobody to drink to.
To Captain Morgan, I say!
Hanging or walking, he's a better man than the pack of us.
Give me that comb.
Let go of that, you! Blast it!
I must drink to this occasion, Captain Waring.
We are not often honored by such a distinguished visitor.
What a magnificent record.
Second in command to Henry Morgan... in the raid on Panama... the sack of Maracaibo, Portobelo, Trujillo!
Quite a busy little cutthroat we have here.
But there is no mention of you at the attack on Granada.
I was there... killing Spaniards.
The English dog still barks! Is your memory improving?
Have you remembered where...
- Captain Morgan is?
- Perfectly.
- Where is he?
- In England.
You lie.
I grant you England is where he should be... hanging from a gibbet with the rest of you scum of the sea!
But I have word from our ambassador... that he escaped.
Your news delights me, Don Miguel.
Oh. And perhaps this will delight you too.
A quarter of a turn!
Where were you planning to meet Morgan?
On the far side of the moon.
Where is his ship?
Hull down and sailing through your whiskers, Don Miguel.
A full turn!
Speak, you devil spawn, before I quarter you!
- What is that?
- The devil looking after his own.
Easy, my brave bag of wind!
Tommy Blue! Welcome to Corrientes!
Be with you in a minute, Captain Jamie.
Hand over that sticker while I'm... in this loving mood.
Ho-ho! You're outnumbered.
Me and Jamie... could outnumber your whole empire!
Take those stickers away before they hurt themselves!
Came into the harbor to get a barrel of water... and says to a fellow, says I...
"How's me old friend Don Miguel?"
"Well," says he, "the noble Spaniard is entertaining people."
"Who?" says I. "Well, among his guests,"
says he, "is Jamie Waring."
"Well," says I, "that's a party I've got to attend."
- So up we came. - Ah. I'll thank you later.
But tell me, Tommy, who's with you?
- How many ships have you got?
- Oh, two pretties, Jamie.
The second one's tacking in, but let me tell you the good news first!
Never mind the news. Get me that bottle of wine.
- Huh? Oh.
- Quick.
There's nothing like a stretch on the rack to raise a thirst.
Would you want to be laying down a minute, Jamie?
No.
Keep a clear head, Tommy. We've got work to do...
Nice, pleasant work.
I'm a better man drunk than sober for any kind of work!
You were admiring my bark, Don Miguel.
- We'll see how you like my bite. - But I'm unarmed.
It's lucky you are.
If you had a sword in your hand... you'd be dead by now and stiffer than the devil's tail.
Give me a hand! Put him on the rack!
- Here. - Move! Get a move on!
Go on!
Have mercy, senor! What are you going to do now?
I'm eager to return your hospitality, Don Miguel.
- On the rack! - Oh, no, no. Please, no.
You'll hang for this! You'll hang for this, all of you.
Your English governor...
In the name of God, let me go! Let me go!
- Lord Denby! Lord Denby! - A musical fellow, ain't he?
Your bark, Don Miguel, is a little louder than mine.
Turn the wheel, my lads.
What say the poets? "One good turn deserves another."
Stop that, you bloody thieves!
Unchain this man! I command you in the name of King Charles.
And who may you be, you bellowing rabbit?
I'm Lord Denby, governor of Jamaica. Oh, Lord Denby.
You're the gentleman who brought Captain Morgan to trial.
I'm delighted to meet you.
And I'll see you hanging on Wapping Executional Dock beside him.
- I'm laughing me sides out! - March out, you renegade louts!
Renegade! You yellow turncoat!
Befriending the Spanish and hanging your own countrymen!
Lay down your arms! England and Spain... are at peace. A treaty has been signed.
Where was it signed, Lord Denby, on that rack?
Men, here's a rope-maker for your necks... the little English hangman from Jamaica.
Up the rope he goes! Up he goes.
Oh, I'm glad to see Jamie is here.
- Give me a rope, somebody! - No, no, Tommy.
- No rope for him. - Oh, let me hang him, Jamie.
No. The rope's for gentlemen with brave hearts.
The vault's the place for this English traitor.
Lock him away with all his Spanish friends.
You'll hang, all of you!
March him off! Chain him to the wall!
Let him rot in the Spanish damp.
You sea rats! I command you in His Majesty's name!
Your commanding days are over, my lord.
I'm laughing me sides out!
Put away that bottle, Tommy. There's treasure to load.
This is a ripe and juicy castle.
Here, you guzzler! Take this!
Make yourself a pretty pair of drawers!
We can load 'em both from this castle... and sail for Maracaibo!
Gut the whole Spanish Main strip it and leave it like a... horse's skull on the desert.
Look at him. Look at him.
He's fainted.
Or is he just bored with our presence?
- Close your eyes, Don Miguel. - Father!
- The devil's asking for you. - Father?
Where's my father?
The captain's share, gentlemen. I bespeak it.
Where is he?
Stay away or I'll shoot! I'm Lord Denby's daughter.
Ohhh. This is a windfall.
Lady Margaret, eh?
- Who are you?
- A sea rat... a bit of ocean scum doing His Majesty's dirty work... killing the Spaniards to make room for... fat Englishmen and their nasty daughters.
Waring is my name, but those who... love me call me Jamie-Boy.
I'm not afraid of you gallows dancers.
"Gallows dancers"?
A pretty phrase, milady.
Yes.
I've seen your kind dancing in the wind... with their necks stretched like a lot of geese flying.
And I'll see you that way too!
Where's my father?
Tell me or I'll shoot.
Your father is ornamenting a dungeon wall, milady.
But you'll forget about him as soon as you learn to... call me Jamie-Boy.
Let go of me, you brute!
I always sample a bottle of wine before I buy it.
Let's have a sip, see if you're worth taking along.
Oh! You wench! Bite me, will you?
Strike me blind! It's a ghost.
- Hello, Jamie-Boy. - Captain Morgan!
Don't stand there gaping like a halibut on a pier.
Henry! What in the name of thunder?
- So you weren't hanged! - Not successfully.
You escaped!
No. A king's pardon and more.
I'm swooning like a bride. I was telling you,
Jamie, I had news for you.
Aye, a packet of news it is, me boy.
Now put your shirt on. You look much too naked for a decent Englishman.
And now find me my great admirer... the so-called governor of Jamaica.
And if this sad little wench be his daughter, fetch her... some smelling salts.
And you, Tom Blue, tell all me old captains...
- to meet me tonight at the Porker's Sterne. - Aye.
- But I...
- Jamie-Boy, I got a lot to tell you.
Silence!
Now listen to me.
If there's anybody wants to tell me different... let him stand up and get his head broke in.
I say Captain Morgan's a king's spy.
He bought his life by offering to put all... his old cronies on the end of a rope.
I say Morgan's a yellow dog!
Now, wait there, Captain Leech. We ought to hear what... Morgan's got to say.
Are you calling me a liar?
No, but I'm saying we oughta hear Morgan out.
And nobody's calling me a liar.
Now, then, anybody else want their head broke in?
I say Captain Morgan's a two-faced cur with the king's brand on him.
And I say Captain Leech is a gibbering ape... fit only for the company of baboons.
Ah, gentlemen, Captain Leech is in a temper.
Aha! Morgan's fetch-and-carry.
Don't cross with him, Jamie. You're too drunk to do yourself justice.
- I always wanted to cut that... oily tongue out of you.
Leech! Jamie! Stop it!
I told you he was coming!
Sit down, you two. Over there, Captain Leech.
Your seat, Captain Waring.
Ale for all hands, Barney... and keep it pouring till we're all drowned.
Gentlemen, I am delighted to see you all still alive and kicking.
You were all my captains once... and I have called you together to know if you will still follow me.
Where to?
The gallows at 100 guineas a head?
Your head, Captain Leech... were it filled with gold instead of slops, wouldn't fetch that.
Gentlemen...
I have come from England with an offer from... His Majesty King Charles.
A king's pardon and a hundred acres of land... to each of you who will settle down ashore... or take your ships into peaceful trade.
Oh, they'll clap us in jail the minute we dump... our cannon.
It's a trick.
And who's going to give us the hundred acres of land?
- The new governor of Jamaica. - The new governor?
- And who is the new governor?
- Henry Morgan...
Sir Henry Morgan... knighted by His Majesty and assigned the island of Jamaica for his ruling.
I said it before and I say it again.
A king's spy.
A king's right arm in the Caribbean... and a strong one.
Gentlemen, England has signed a peace with Spain... The long fight is over.
It's a trick.
Spain wants a breathing spell from our attacks... so she can strengthen her forces here.
- Quiet, Jamie. - It's a scurvy trick, I say!
Sit down!
They'll bring over armies and ships to murder us if we... give them peace.
- Aye, they will. - Quiet, you bubbleheads!
The privateers are done for. They're in the past.
They must give way now to progress and the making of... law-abiding colonies.
England wants peace and time to build her empire.
Will you join me for that, Brother Leech?
I sailed the Main with you, Morgan... and if you're crawling under the king's flag...
- Who's coming along to Maracaibo?
- There's a lot of gold in Maracaibo.
As governor of Jamaica, I make my first pronouncement.
I'll run every pirate and privateer into the bottom of the Caribbean.
I give those of you who don't join me... a month to clear out of English waters.
My ship, the Black Swan, don't drop... her sails for any king's spy.
That's my answer to you, Captain Morgan.
And if any of you yellow-livers get the blood... back in you, I'll lead you against Maracaibo!
Who's coming with me?
- I, sir! - And I, sir!
Jamie Waring. Come on, Jamie-Boy.
He's got the king, but we've got the wind on our side.
And a captain's share of Maracaibo.
Get down, you drunken fool. You're my second in command.
Hey, Barney. More ale for Captain Waring.
- Aye, sir. - Gentlemen, to Captain Waring... my loyal right hand at Government House.
Come on, Jamie. You were never meant to suck your thumb in a king's collar.
- We'll get you a new ship. - To Jamie Waring!
May his neck never grow longer!
The occasion seems a little lacking in enthusiasm, Henry.
I imagined we'd meet with some slight disapproval.
At least we don't have to shoot our way in.
Whom do you wish to see?
We are waiting upon Lord Denby.
His lordship is busy, sir.
He'll be busier in a few minutes.
Mr. Ingram, these gentlemen are waiting upon his lordship.
- Gentlemen?
- I am Sir Henry Morgan.
From the looks of you, it could be nothing else.
Your Excellency, there are some gentlemen here... with muddy boots.
I have removed all my effects.
The premises are at your disposal for looting or burning.
I can appreciate your discomfort, milord.
It's not pleasant having a man you tried... to hang return as your superior.
But for the sake of the empire we both serve...
I am willing to forget your distaste of me.
The ceremony making you official governor will take place tomorrow.
I shall perform all duties required... of me as an officer of the Crown.
But my personal life is my own, sir. It does not include associating with blackguards.
Well, Sir Henry, do we run him through hang him... from the yardarm... or start dancing the minuet?
Being governor is going to require some restraint.
There's always Maracaibo.
Get to your quarters, you blockheads! Both of you!
- What quarters, sir?
- How do I know?
Find them!
Take any rooms you want.
- No, you don't! That's mine! - I saw it first!
Oh, no, sir! No, sir!
Don't kill me! Don't kill me. I's going.
- Pick that up. - Yes, massa.
Yes, sir.
- Pick it up! - Yes, sir. Oh, you...
You is one of them pirates, is you?
Or...
Or ain't you?
- What do I look like?
- Yes. I mean, no, sir.
- What are you doing here?
- Oh, nothing, sir.
Just going... going fast.
- Stealing, eh?
- Oh, no, sir.
I was just looking for a locket that belonged to Miss Margaret.
- But it ain't here, sir. It ain't here. - This is Lady Margaret's room?
Yes, sir. How's her bed?
Soft enough for me?
Yes, sir! Yes, sir!
"And 10th, we do hereby give and grant unto Sir Henry Morgan...
"full power and authority to... "levy, arm, muster...
"command and employ all persons whatsoever... "residing within our said colony of Jamaica,
"to march from one place to another or to embark them...
"for the resisting and withstanding of all enemies...
"pirates and rebels, both at sea and land.
"Given at our court at Whitehall... "the sixth day of November, 1674...
"in the 16th year of our reign.
- "God save the king." - God save the king.
"We, duly elected to the Assembly... "by all the peoples of Jamaica...
"renew our pledge of fealty to his most gracious... "Majesty King Charles II...
"through the person of his appointed representative... "His Excellency, the governor of Jamaica, Sir Henry Morgan."
"Almighty and everlasting God...
"creator and governor of all the world...
"by whom kings do bear rule...
"and under whose providence they are wonderfully... "and mightily... "often times protected from many fearful dangers...
"by which the malice of Satan and his... "imps do seek to entrap them.
"We give unto thy heavenly majesty most...
"humble and hearty thanks.
"For that it hath pleased thee of thine infinite...
"mercy and goodness in Jesus Christ...
"so wonderfully to uphold"...
Whew. That was the longest, dullest ceremony I ever heard.
I don't blame you for walking out.
You can lower your pistols, Lady Margaret.
Unfortunately, I have no pistols.
Your eyes I've looked into pistol barrels that are kinder.
- Get out of my way.
- Please, do me a favor and... don't make me angry.
I'm trying my hardest to behave like a gentleman.
- A gentleman?
- Well, perhaps not entirely.
I only meant that my new character keeps me from seizing women... and hugging and squeezing them into submission.
I woo them with politeness... and with gifts.
Here.
Where did you get this?
I found it in your bed.
- You have my room?
- Yes.
And you haunt it sweetly each night.
Not an evening passes but I find some... new and fascinating souvenir of you... a stocking, a garter, a bit of lace.
In Tortuga, when a woman slaps a man's face... it means she wants him to grab her... overpower her and smother her with kisses.
I understand in Jamaica a gentleman must refuse such overtures.
- Out of my way. - You're much too angry for... public appearance.
Give me your arm.
A turn around the garden will cool you off.
I promise not to kiss you unless you ask for it like a lady.
Roger.
Roger.
The idiot whose face I took the liberty of removing... from your locket.
Darling, I've been hunting everywhere for you.
Take me home, please.
- Has this fellow been insulting you?
- Yes.
Oh, the hero to the rescue.
It's time one of you lackeys was taught a lesson.
No, I'm under oath as a gentleman not to kill any tame rabbits.
- I'll have you for that. - Leave the coward alone, Roger.
No, I'm going to make an example of him.
I'll run him through as a common thief.
Oath or no oath, you'll have to learn... not to offend your betters, Ingram.
Now, tell me, what the devil do you see in this weasel?
Oh, darling are you hurt?
I'm sorry. It was all my fault.
If you're in love with him, you're too big a fool for a... man like me.
You black-hearted bully.
What do you know about men or women or anything human?
All you can do is shoot and kill and prey on women... with your beastly senses slobbering at the sight of anything fine.
I repeat, my lass, you'll have to choose... between us and very soon too.
There you are, my beauty.
Seeing is believing.
Made for a queen, it was.
And easy to accommodate five... if you'll sleep them crosswise.
Come on. Get that albatross out of here.
Now, hold your fire, Jamie-Boy.
I promised her she could spend the night... in the governor's daughter's bed.
Get back to your trough, both of you.
I never thought I'd live to see Jamie Waring play the snob.
- Get out. - Why, Jamie...
It's a heart of stone you got!
Jamie, open the door!
She's crying her head off.
Jamie, she's crying like a baby.
Massa, does you want to put your head on this?
- What's that?
- It's a pillow, massa.
Lady Margaret's own little pillow. She always sleeps on it.
Then take it out and burn it up.
- Yes, massa. - Wait a minute.
Never mind.
- That's all. - Yes, massa.
Sweet dreams, massa.
- Good morning, milady. - You're trespassing here. This is my land.
I set my mind on having a friendly little talk with you this morning.
Are you all right?
Why didn't you fall on the horse instead of letting the... horse fall on you?
You'd think anybody's have sense enough for that.
- Let me down. - Well, good morning.
You've put on a little weight, as I remember.
Put me down!
- Think you can stand?
- Yes. I'm quite all right.
Easy now. You'll only start a convulsion.
There's a cozy little spot.
There you are.
Oh! Oh, you see?
You're scuttled fore and aft.
I think I'll have to put you to bed.
What?
I suggest that you lie down for a spell.
Ah. There.
- You may go now. - Oh, nonsense.
If the eyes fill with blood, it's a sign... the head's broken.
No, they're clear.
Although they seem a little brighter than usual.
Don't touch me.
Now, my gal, I'm an expert on broken heads. I've seen thousands of them.
Couldn't have picked a better doctor in all Jamaica.
Oh, a fine, hard skull.
Couldn't crack it with a bung-starter.
Let's have a look at your ankle.
Go find my horse!
No gentleman would think of leaving a lady at a... moment like this.
Just lie still, please, and behave yourself.
This oughta teach you to be more sociable in the future.
No bones broken.
A muscle twisted.
- Does that hurt there?
- No.
Fetch me some water, please. I feel faint.
You may have thrown your knee out. I ought to investigate.
No! Go fetch me some water, please!
Well, that proves what I've always said... a woman's place is not on a horse.
Now, my gal, I suggest that you stay like that... until your color comes back.
What are you going to do?
I'm going to enjoy your society.
You seem much nicer than I thought.
Really, it occurs to me you probably have... a mother somewhere... a nice, gentle, old lady.
- No, she died when I was a baby. - Possibly a sister?
No, no, no. No kith or kin.
Oh, I'm sorry to hear that.
Is that why you...
I mean, why you went to sea?
- Would you like to hear about me?
- Oh, of course I would.
Well, it's quite a story.
I haven't thought about it for a long time... but I'd like to tell it to you.
I was 14, living alone in London, when... the smell of the sea got a hold of me.
I was apprenticed to an old law firm.
You're sure I'm not boring you?
- Oh, no.
Not at all. - Well...
Roger. Roger!
I give you my word on this, Captain Leech.
I'll get you news of every English treasure ship that sails... when it's leaving and the port it's making for.
It's a pretty offer, Mr. Ingram.
The nicest, prettiest offer I ever had... if you ain't lying or setting a trap for me.
Judge for yourself. The Prince Consort is... due at Port Royal in three days... carrying English gold.
It'll layover first at Port Lobos to disembark passengers.
Prince Consort, eh? How many guns?
Forty.
- No escort?
- None.
We've got two ships and a hundred guns.
We could chop her into kindling.
What are you asking for this tidy piece of news?
A captain's share.
You'll hand it over to Mr. Fenner here.
When I receive it, he'll return to you with further information... government information.
I'll send you back in a week, Fenner, smothered... in gold. Here you are, Mr. Ingram.
You're a dead man if you're fooling... me and a rich man if you ain't.
It's the Prince Consort, all right.
Give her a blast and we'll board her.
They were waiting for us on the award side of Point Lobos... three of them.
The Black Swan engaged us first.
We fought till we were ripped to ribbons. We lost a 130 dead, 15 of them women.
And the gold gone, every box of it!
Gentlemen, this crime is fouler than you know. There's not only murder here, but treachery.
Go on with your tale, Captain Blaine.
There are others who could tell it better, Your Excellency.
And who are they, milord?
The friends of Pirate Leech who supplied him with the news... of where to fall upon the Prince Consort.
Mr. Speaker, honorable members...
Leech has many old friends in Jamaica... friends in high position.
Morgan, Waring, Graham, Blue... the whole lot of them.
Who else makes the charge that I and... my captains are traitors to the Crown?
I do. Milords and gentlemen...
I say that so long as Morgan sits as governor... so long will English ships be fed to his pirate friends.
- I call for a vote of impeachment! - I vote for that!
Quiet! You do not vote pirates off the seas.
You engage them, rake and scuttle them.
Milords and gentlemen, we have ships, brave captains and fine crews.
How do you stand on that, lads?
Are you ready to do a little law-abiding killing for... king and country?
- It's better than none! - You sail tomorrow night... with three ships.
- Captain Waring, take the Revenge. - Aye, sir.
You're in command of the expedition. Captain Graham.
- Aye, sir. - You take the Reckless.
- Captain Higgs. - Aye, sir.
Sail the Lady Bess. There's no ship for you, Tom Blue.
Aye, sir. I'll first-mate Jamie. Good.
And now, my lads, will one of you take a look in your crystal globe... and tell these lords and gentlemen where... our old friend Leech is hiding?
Ha! I can see him as plain as the nose on your face, Sir Henry.
- Tortuga! - Right!
- And what do you think, Graham?
- I say Tortuga.
We are of a mind. That's where he always went... when he was shining with gold.
I can see him plain, standing head down in a barrel of ale... and hollering for more women.
Bottle him up in Tortuga Harbor. Sink him, my lads! And wipe Leech and the black flag off the seas.
You can tell these lords and gentlemen... they can rest easy in their plush chairs, Sir Henry.
I'll bring you back a necklace made of his teeth.
I told you when I took office... that I would clean the Caribbean.
And clean it I will. And if I fail, you can start your voting then.
Get to your ships, my lads, and hoist your sails!
- Aye, sir! - Aye, sir!
Milords and gentlemen, this sitting is adjourned.
- I sent for you two hours ago. - I come as soon as I heard, sir.
They're sailing for Tortuga tonight... three ships.
- Can you get there ahead of them?
- Easy.
I can take the tide out in an hour.
Tell Leech to get out of Tortuga... and to wait for the Royal Treasurer off St. Thomas.
She's sailing for England in a few days.
And tell Leech I know just how much she's... carrying and not try skimping my share.
- Aye, sir. - No, thank you.
- Get on! Stretch all your canvas. - Aye, sir.
Sorry I was so long, Roger.
Who's that?
He's been bothering you a great deal lately. Nothing troublesome, I hope?
No. The fellow wants some government work. I told him to try Morgan.
Finished your shopping?
Oh, there's nothing to buy in all Jamaica.
Oh, Roger, that man can it be that he's following you?
I'm certain I've seen him before.
He has the most amusing notion. He wants to be my valet.
A valet with one ear?
- Oh, he must be a lunatic. - He is.
Oh, it's nothing against him.
The most famous valet in London was a lunatic.
- Oh, Roger, you jest. - No jest. Lord Londonry's valet.
It's a good thing you're not going to London.
Oh, it's a good thing I am.
Lady Margaret, I have melancholy news for you.
The proverbial aunt whom I've never seen... has proverbially gone to her rest... and left me a rich man, a very rich man.
Can that be the reason why you've been so gay lately?
Yes. I'm afraid it hasn't grieved me properly... to know that I can have the finest estates...
I want anywhere I choose in the Empire... and all the fancy vests in London and...
And all the crackpot servants with one ear.
I was going to speak of someone with two tiny little ears... that aren't listening.
Tortuga.
Point and a half off the starboard bow, sir.
Larboard a little.
Aye, sir.
Can you make out the harbor yet?
Not yet, sir.
Steady. Steady her up.
Steady it is, sir.
Leech will anchor his ships well inshore.
Shorten sail until the other ships come abreast.
Aye, sir.
- In gun sails! - In gun sails! In gun sails!
Tortuga dead ahead!
- Powder on deck?
- Aye, sir.
We'll sail in until we sight them, make a larboard tack... and rake them with broadsides as we cross the harbor.
- Them's happy words, Jamie. - Deep six and rocky!
Deep six and rocky!
Stand by with your matches ready to fire.
Stand by with your matches ready to fire.
Stand by with your matches ready to fire!
And a half seven!
And a half seven!
A quarter less eight and rocky!
A quarter less eight and rocky.
Harbor clear! Not a ship in sight!
Not a ship in sight? Where are they?
- Slid out on us.
Thomas! - Aye, sir.
Signal the captains to drop anchor and join me aboard.
- And Thomas! - Aye, sir.
Get ashore and do some prowling through Tortuga.
Find out what frightened Brother Leech off.
Aye, sir.
Milords and gentlemen of the assembly... three weeks ago, our governor told us... that actions speak louder than votes.
He vowed to clear the Caribbean of its sea butchers.
And what are his actions?
How has he kept his vow?
I'll tell you!
Another British ship has been ravaged... and sent to the bottom by the brotherhood of the black flag.
The Royal Treasury, with 100 passengers to England... and a cargo of gold and silver valued at $1,000,000... has been destroyed, murdered and gutted!
I call again for a vote of impeachment!
And gentlemen, Morgan has proved himself... unable to meet the menace of his old friends, the pirates.
As I have suggested from the beginning... perhaps he loves them too well to bring them harm.
Who seconds Lord Denby's motion? - I do.
I second the motion for an impeachment vote.
Your fulminations, milords and gentlemen... are full of bilge and blather.
You can vote yourselves purple in the face, look you... but you'll not impeach me.
Before you can take me off this seat,
I hold you need a letter from the king... and before you can get a letter from the king, I'll have Leech's head for you.
I'll serve it up to you on a platter with an apple in its mouth.
My captains will bring Leech and his buccaneers back... to Port Royal. And I promise you this.
I'll hang a pirate in each of your bedrooms... to dangle over your heads and give you the lie.
Ah! There's your answer, you popinjays!
Captain Waring, You come in the nick of time.
Come up here, Jamie-Boy.
Now, give us the full news of your victory.
My report is of a private nature, Sir Henry.
- I landed only a half hour ago. - This is no time for modesty! Out with it!
How many of the rats did you send to the bottom... and how many did you save up to hang here at Port Royal?
We don't see any rat, neither catch them, neither killer, Sir Henry.
And that's how you keep your vow, Morgan?
Three weeks and not a pirate touched... and our fleet sailing around, quacking at the... wind like a line of ducks in a mill pond.
My lords and gentlemen, I charge treachery.
- Right you are, Lord Denby. - Treachery's the word.
Leech was warned of our coming.
Someone from Port Royal sent a sloop racing to Tortuga.
The same ship that brought them news of the... Prince Consort and the Royal Treasurer.
This is the final insult. The brave captain hides his bungling... behind accusation against us.
I demand proof of this foul accusation.
I'll bring you proof before I'm done. I've come back for supplies.
I'm rejoining my ships, and then we're going to search the Caribbean until we find Leech.
Where are your ships hiding now, Captain Waring?
That I'll not answer in this place.
My lords and gentlemen... if you'll appoint me messenger, I'll take this matter to the king.
Hear, hear.
I'm embarking for England in two days with... my bride the Lady Margaret.
They commissioned me to present the case... of Pirate Morgan, Pirate Waring and Pirate Leech to His Majesty.
And I'll bring back the royal signature upholding the impeachment.
I move we approve the impeachment of Morgan. I second the move.
The move for impeachment has been made and been seconded. Mr. Speaker, I ask you to call the members.
- Lord Jarnegan. - I vote impeachment of... Henry Morgan.
Mr. Geoffrey Clive.
Get back to your roosts, you popinjays.
- Sir William Courtenay. - I pronounce this sitting adjourned!
I vote impeachment of Sir Henry Morgan, governor of Jamaica.
- Mr. Stuart Marshall. - I vote impeachment of Sir... Henry Morgan.
I wish my nature hadn't changed.
I'd have made that whole assembly walk the plank.
You can't go wrong drowning politicians, Henry.
No, no. We're just daydreaming, Jamie.
How soon will you have your ship loaded, Thomas?
Another 3 hours, sir.
- You can take the tide out tonight?
- Aye, sir.
Good.
It's four days to Maracaibo. Five.
And how do you make that out, Jamie?
Because I'm not sailing tonight. I'm sailing tomorrow night.
- And why?
- I have a call to make.
- Where?
- It's a personal matter.
You're on that tack, are you? That idiot child of Denby's.
- Well, my lad, you leave her alone. - I'm having a talk with her.
And getting your face slapped again!
No, Jamie-Boy, the girl's a bride tomorrow.
- Good riddance for you. - I'm staying in Port Royal tonight!
You'll get on your ship tonight and sail... her out, or you're no captain of mine!
If I see the Revenge in port when the tide's running. I'll board her myself.
And you can stay behind and get your... face slapped pink and blue... by as many hussies as you like!
Now, go on, Jamie-Boy. You've got your orders.
I'll be watching your topsails.
And don't forget, it's not Margaret with... an apple in her mouth I want, but Leech.
I never see you like this before, Jamie.
Hanging your head like a pelican over a wench.
And if you ask me, a flouncy wench... with no more feeling than a load of clams.
If you kick her in the heart, she'll break your leg.
Aw, Jamie-Boy... there's hundreds of wenches prettier than her... all ready to leap into your arms if you give them a whistle.
- Church bells. - Aye.
Some people likes to hear them.
I like trumpets better.
- I can see her now. - Who?
The Lady Margaret standing up in church... tomorrow beside that goose-faced Ingram.
Hey, you're going down the wrong road, Jamie.
Will you lend a hand, Tommy?
Jamie, by land or sea, you can always rely on... Tom Blue for wrongdoing of any nature.
What do you want?
I didn't know you were a thief and a housebreaker too, Mr. Waring.
Oh. Still barking at me, eh?
I expected to find the bride cooing, and with a soft light in her eye.
But I suppose you're saving that up for the ceremony tomorrow.
You suppose correctly.
It would be much better for both of us, me gal if I hated you as I should.
I am not interested in your emotions, Mr. Waring.
Unfortunately, I have a tender feeling for you. Oh, I'm as annoyed with the fact as you are.
I doubt that.
Why I'm spending time on you, I don't know. You're as arrogant and silly a wench as ever I've run afoul of.
I don't know which I'd rather see hanging from a yardarm, you or Leech.
If you'll go now, I promise to think... over your tender declaration.
I didn't know a woman could do this to a man... make him itch to strangle her one minute... and marry her the next.
- Oh, so you want to marry me?
- We'll discuss that later.
I dislike having to call the servants to throw you out.
Look at you... hating me... and your eyes saying, "Don't go away.
Make me belong to you. "Keep me from marrying this oily little jackanapes, Ingram."
- You're mad. - No, I've read your eyes right.
I've known too many hellcats not to know... what's behind all that blaze and bluster.
Confound it, you idiot, I'm telling you that I love you.
And you'll call me "Jamie-Boy" before... you call that stick of a man "husband."
Well, are you coming with me or not?
Your conceit, Mr. Waring, has unhinged your mind.
I warn you. Don't make me angry.
I always knew you were a nasty, vulgar rogue.
Don't touch me!
Be quiet! Lie still, I tell you!
Be quiet, or I'll crack that iron skull of yours.
You make courtship a little more strenuous than I like it.
Holy Moses! Jamie!
Grab her feet and help me get her inside.
Stand by to cast off.
You're flirting with trouble, Jamie.
Cast off, I tell you!
- Lie still. - Giddap.
Lie still, you...
- Where's that horse blanket, Thomas?
- I'm-a sittin' on it.
I can't understand why you give her a second look.
- She's nothing to me, you fool.
- But she's mean, Jamie, and she's ungrateful.
Morgan will bellow his brains out when he hears of this.
It's for Morgan I'm doing it.
This'll keep Ingram anchored in Jamaica and away from the king.
It'd be a lot prettier if you could put Ingram... in a sack and drown him.
I can see no good in drowning her.
I'm not drowning her, Thomas. Not yet.
Stop your clacking and drive on.
- Potatoes?
- No, thank you.
- Meat?
- No.
- How about a little bread and cheese?
- I'm not eating with you.
- Oh, you'd rather starve, huh?
- Yes.
A little fasting wouldn't hurt you any.
Also, it might improve your manners.
My manners?
Look at it calmly. I kept you from marrying a fellow you hated.
That's a lie.
Don't argue with me while I'm eating.
I put you on a fine ship, give you the best cabin and stick... a bolt on your door.
Thanks for the bolt.
If you were really grateful, you'd tell me something.
Someone in Port Royal has been coming into a lot of money lately.
- What do you mean?
- Someone who hates Morgan... and has been playing partners with Leech... giving him information and collecting a captain's... share of the booty, or I miss my guess.
I can tell by your change of color... that you know someone who's had a windfall lately.
- Who is it?
That fine father of yours?
- No, my f...
Ingram then. Well, why don't you answer?
You would like to make me believe... something foul against a decent man!
You didn't answer me.
Come in.
What is it, Thomas?
We just found a split in the main brace, Captain.
Will you have a look at it?
- A split in what main brace?
- We also located...
- a barnacle on the cathead. - What?
- Oh, uh, I'll be right up. - Aye, sir.
And, uh, if you want to eat behind... my back, I promise not to notice it.
There's two of them, Jamie.
It's Leech.
I knew it the minute I sighted the topmast.
- The Black Swan. - And the Hawk, I make it.
They've sighted us, all right.
We're no match for the pair of them. We may as well run for it.
We can't outrun the Black Swan.
We'd be pounded to splinters in a fight.
We can't fight with 100 guns against us.
We can't fight, and we can't run.
Nothing left to do but to disappear, which ain't practical.
Run up the black flag and head her around.
We're gonna join Leech.
But you can't fool Leech with a baby trick like that, Jamie.
Hoist the Jolly Roger.
It's a beggar's chance, but our only one.
By this time, our ships are at Maracaibo waiting for us.
We'll join Leech and lead him to Maracaibo.
He's not an easy man to lead, Jamie.
Main braces.
Back your main yards.
Come on. Get back to your cabin and stay there.
Why?
So I won't see that flag and know what you are?
I'm captain of this ship, and you're taking my orders.
That's Leech and his cutthroats. We can't fight and we can't run.
There's only one way to get out of this alive, and that's to tell Leech I've left Morgan.
That's exactly what I thought. Mr. Ingram is right. You are working with Leech.
You've got a head made of iron.
Get in there and think what you want.
Come aboard, Captain. Come aboard.
And welcome.
We had a hard time finding you, Captain.
Don't try any fancy tricks on me, Waring.
You're under my cannon, and I can blast you out of the... water with a wink.
You chucklehead. Do you see anything on this ship... that looks like we was planning to go into battle?
If you're smart, you'll stop jabbering and talk sense.
All right. Let's hear you make sense.
Why did you turn back?
To join you, if you're still interested in Maracaibo.
Oh. And I suppose the other ships are hunting me to join me too, eh?
I never seen a man so suspicious.
- My answer is they're after... your neck, Leech.
But I'm not with them. I'm after gold.
Did you desert Morgan?
The way I look at it, Morgan deserted me... taking up with that pack of jackanapes.
I'm not of a mind to end up playing government... with a quill stuck behind my ear.
I stood it as long as I could.
But Morgan or no Morgan, I'm here.
You're lying, Waring, you were with him yesterday.
You told the assembly you were sailing off to capture us.
You get your tidings quickly, don't you?
Yes. And they've always been right.
You've a skull for thinking, Captain.
What else could I tell the assembly?
I've no hankering to grow on a gallows tree.
Enough of jawing. Do we sign articles or not?
There's a hole in it, Waring.
If you deserted Morgan and left... the other ships to join me... why did you go back to Port Royal at all?
Well, come on. Out with it. Why?
To get my wife.
Oh, here you are, my dove.
These good gentlemen seem to doubt that... I have a pretty wife aboard.
Will you come out, my sweet, and give them a look at you?
My love, may I present Captain Leech.
Madame Waring, daughter of the former... Governor of Jamaica, Lord Denby.
Now you know why I'm not too welcome back in Port Royal.
- Captain Waring... - Yes, my dear. What is it?
I'm pleased to meet you, ma'am. My apologies, Captain.
I'd go back to Port Royal myself to pick up a lady of such caliber.
Then we'll forget the misunderstanding.
Do you want to join forces for profit, or shall we be on our way?
Aye, we'll sign articles.
And just to guarantee that your ship will come along to help us... you and the lady sail with me on the Swan, eh?
It'll make the trip jollier.
That's a fair bid.
But I don't fancy subjecting my wife, who is a delicate creature, as you can see... to that riffraff crew you have aboard.
Madame, you'll be treated like the queen ya are.
I promise you I'll slit the throat of the... first dog that brings a blush to you.
You can't ask for more than that, Captain. Are you agreed or not?
Agreed.
- Mr. Blue! - Aye, sir.
And to assure Captain Leech... that you're an honest man... sail abreast of the Swan at all times.
Aye, Captain.
"All other officers to get one share.
"Article eight. Each captain has a right... "to value all spoils before they are divvied up."
That's what we all agreed to at Tortuga.
Stick your name on it if you're favorable.
I'm considering...
There's no denying that you know the... Gold Coast better than anybody on the Main.
It'd be a shame for you to waste your talents up at Port Royal.
- My share's always been 10. - There's no arguing.
Five you'll get.
You'll nip enough out of the first 2 prizes to set you up for a year.
What's the sense of waiting around for some lumbering merchantman?
Why not hit straight for Maracaibo?
It's still the richest spot on the Spanish Main.
Maracaibo is the plum we're after picking, my lad.
Oh. I'll sign.
Stick you name right there.
Have a drink.
I'll do my drinking in Maracaibo.
Good night, gentlemen.
He's got some articles in his cabin what need signing.
Get out!
Get out!
You can't come in here!
With so beautiful a wife, they'd think it strange if I didn't.
I want to congratulate you for showing a spark of reason.
You saved both our hides, for the time being anyway.
All you got to do is keep on looking... at me with adoring eyes... and maybe we'll get out of this in one piece.
- You monster! - Shh!
No love spats, my gal. Our friends may be listening.
Did you find out who the traitor is who warned these men?
Oh, you're not so certain anymore it's me, hmm?
I'm certain of nothing except that I'll be murdered... before I get out of this, thanks to you.
We're not dead yet, my gal.
- You can't sleep here. - I'm afraid I'll have to.
Are you very lonesome for Jamaica?
Don't shout when you answer me.
Yes.
And you still regard me as a beast unfit for human society?
Yes.
And you're still in love with Mr. Ingram?
I said, are you still in love with that darling man?
Don't you dare come near me.
Don't worry, my gal. I won't. Not until you call me Jamie-Boy... and ask me three times.
Be careful how you wake me up.
I'm ready to repel all boarders.
Sweet dreams.
Shh! Keep still. You'll get your throat cut.
Lie down.
What do you want?
I have come to offer me apologies.
Me oldest friend gets married, and I forget... to give him a wedding present.
It's off the Royal Treasurer.
She was on her honeymoon.
Thanks for the gift, Leech.
As pretty a sight as I ever seen.
Lawful wedlock.
There's nothing like it.
Now, that's a strange place to stick a sword right over... the bride's head.
Are you trying to make her uneasy?
Your presence is more disturbing... to Madame Waring, I assure you.
Now, Jamie, you're talking different than you used to.
I recall your trading me a gal in Portobelo... for two barrels of rum.
Of course, this one's better and worth more.
She's all in one piece. She's got two ears, no fingers missing.
Worth three barrels of rum.
Why don't you offer him five?
Don't tempt him, darling. I might take it.
That's teaching her, Jamie.
You seem to enjoy subjecting me to... every kind of embarrassment possible.
No, my sweet. Now, don't be a snob.
We're pulling close to Maracaibo, Leech.
You're gonna be little good to us if you keep laying your head in a... bottle every night.
I'm beginning to think you're right, Jamie-Boy.
I'm gonna need my head more than I figured.
- Get out of this bed. - Do you think it's safe?
You didn't have to get in here.
You're very ungrateful, madame.
I'm sleeping with a pistol after this... and if you come near me, I'll shoot you.
Here you are.
I give you permission to blast my head off... if I'm ever idiot enough to come within a foot of you.
Hey, Captain, where'd you go hiding?
- We opened another keg. - Aw, get away!
I'm thinking.
Thinking?
Thinking what, Captain?
I don't know.
I won't know until the wind's blown my head clear.
- Where is he?
- Oh, Sir Henry!
Jamie Waring! Where is that toad of a man?
- How did you come here?
- Don't mince around!
Fetch the deserter out of his hiding.
Captain Jamie dropped off to Port Royal for supplies.
- We've had no word of him. - Well, I will give you word of him.
He left Port Royal with Denby's puling child in a sack.
Stole her out from her home, look you, like a red Indian.
What, Captain Henry?
I am sitting in me new wig as lord of Jamaica... when 100 foaming parents come clattering... and howling for me life's blood.
- They scuttled you?
- No, I cracked a dozen skulls... and fought me way to the waterfront with the whole... of Jamaica heaving stones at me... and hid myself in a stinking load of trout.
Hoisted sail that night, and for three days... I've been chewing raw fish.
Well, don't gape at me. Fetch me some ale before I blow away to dust!
Get out of the way there, make room for Sir Henry.
Uh, sit down, Sir Henry.
Do you think Captain Jamie has deserted, or do you... count on him coming to Maracaibo?
I am only praying that Lady Margaret does not stab him in his sleep.
For I have my own plans for him. Aye, I've dreamed them... all the way from Port Royal.
The minute that drooling traitor sets his nose into Maracaibo...
I am taking his innards out and stringing... them to the tops of his masts.
What about Leech, Sir Henry?
Do not call me Sir Henry.
Jamaica is lost, and 'my title with it.
Our only chance of getting them back and keeping off... the king's gibbet... is to bring in the heads of Jamie Waring and Billy Leech... with Lady Margaret in good enough repair to bespeak us... as her saviors.
Post your lookouts around the waterfront.
And wake me up at the first sign of that wench-fancier.
- Are you awake?
- Yes.
- Can you swim?
- No.
That's too bad.
- Have you ever seen a sea battle?
- No.
Well, you're gonna see one pretty soon.
A battle?
Then I'd better get dressed.
Don't look.
Me gal, I have other things on my mind for the moment.
- Who will be in the battle?
- We will.
My ships, the Reckless and the Lady Bess... are waiting for me in Maracaibo now.
Why didn't you tell me?
You've been a little critical of me ever since we started.
English ships.
Yes.
Leech and his crew are sailing into Maracaibo... expecting to find a few cannon and an old stone wall.
- Instead, they're finding 100 cannon...
- Stay as you are.
Don't move or I'll blast you! Tie them up.
Have you gone mad, you scurvy idiots?
Quiet!
- We're an hour from battle. - I'll crack your head for you.
Put 'em down...
You lied to me about having a bride.
What else did you lie to me about?
Are your friends... waiting for me in Maracaibo?
Friends?
What friends?
I've signed with you.
Aye, signed and bound, foxy Jamie.
I'm sailing the Revenge into Maracaibo myself... under English colors, with my own crew aboard... and I'm blowing whoever's waiting out of the water... while they're still whistling and waving handkerchiefs at you.
And what's more, I'm taking the gal with me.
- You'll fare better with me... than with Jamie.
I'll marry you fair and... stick no sword over your head.
He's safer out of the way now.
No, not yet.
We may be doing him an injustice... and if we are, I shall want to beg his pardon.
But if we aren't, I'll wanna do more things... to him than stick him clean with a sword.
Come along, my gal.
No! Let me go! Let me go!
Now, be quiet.
You'll have to wait till after the battle for your wooing.
If you start screaming... you'll get the flat of a sword across ya.
It's the Revenge, sir.
What are your orders?
Let her come in and moor.
But if there's a gentleman called Jamie Waring aboard...
- bring him to me, alive if possible. - Aye, sir.
Look at him, bringing her in like a fumbling lubber.
Forgot all he ever knew about sailing a ship.
I can't make it out. He's sailing queer.
He is love-crazy.
That's very obliging of them... coming down... to the shore to bid us welcome.
Steady. Steady her up.
Well, you may lock me up in a hole, you varmints, but you can't sit on me.
Here's to you. Bottoms up.
You bloody jackanapes!
- They ought to be taking in sail. - Blue must be drunk.
Roast me alive! He's coming in like he was going to blast us!
Ready! Fire!
Jamie Waring, that black-livered turncoat! He's handed his soul back to the devil!
Get to the ships and blow the traitor to dust!
Get to the fort guns!
A broadside!
Fire!
- Hard over! - She don't answer.
The tiller's gone.
She's gone.
Lose your sheets! Lose your sheets!
Turn loose your braces!
Lively there!
Graham!
- Aye, sir. - Keep pouring your fire... into the Revenge.
And get me 20 men, I'm going to board her, and with... me own hands... pull the gullet out of the mouth of that traitor,
- Jamie Waring. - Aye, sir.
Tommy Blue!
- Tommy! - Jamie.
All hands stand by... and when I tell you, heave the hatch cover, come out fighting.
Get ready, boys.
Here, what are you d...
Captain Leech, look!
Heave!
You blasted king's spy!
- Where is she?
- Down in my cabin.
Jamie, we finished that bunch of sea li...
I warned you myself about crossing swords with Leech.
Here. Let me see, Jamie.
Missed your gizzard by an inch. Rather a neat hole and squirting blood like a bilge pump.
Is he done for?
Leaking a little, but on even keel, Captain.
I was afraid he would be thwarting me... by giving up the ghost prematurely.
Lady Margaret, my humble apologies to you... for the foul antics of this gentleman who was once my friend.
I assure you that every indignity you have suffered... at his hands will be avenged.
I'm taking him back to Port Royal and hanging him on the... dock in chains... and there he'll dangle to brood on his crimes till he's stoned to death.
- Permit me to unfasten you.
- I don't understand you, Henry... or what you've got against poor Jamie.
I've been with him constant, glued to his side... and I've never seen him commit anything in the way of a crime... except maybe a little weak-mindedness.
He stole this innocent child from her parents' home, look you... and forced his will on her like a mad savage.
That, sir, is striking at the roots of civilization.
And he'll speak his apologies from the gibbet... to this unfortunate girl and all her kin.
- He did not steal me, Sir Henry. - What did you say?
I came with him of my own will.
- You'll swear to that?
- Yes, on a bible.
He said he would like my company on a sea trip... and I told him I would be delighted to go with him.
I feel exceedingly grateful to Captain Waring for... his hospitality.
- The girl is mad. - Captain, we've just finished the count.
The pirates have suffered 200 killed, 70 wounded... and we've taken 130 prisoners.
- What are your orders?
- Hoist sail.
I'm going to take this mad woman back to Jamaica.
Aye, sir.
Well, we've had a nice taste of fun, Tom Blue.
Aye. That we have, Henry.
Nothing like it to keep your ears pink.
Look you, it wouldn't take much arguing... to talk me out of Jamaica.
Who wants to be sitting around stuffed with lace... and a wig shutting the wind from your head?
Look at that sea.
And the world stretched around you like... a barrel of gold ready to drop in your lap.
It's the only life, Henry.
Say the word and the Caribbean is yours.
Captain Waring! Captain Waring!
Clear the deck for action, Henry.
Here comes the last broadside.
Jamie-Boy, you shouldn't be out of bed.
Haven't you caused me enough trouble already?
Get back to your bunk.
Oh, Jamie-Boy.
That's only twice. Once more. I said, three times.
Jamie-Boy.
You're not going to leave me in Jamaica?
Oh, that I don't know.
I always sample a bottle of wine before I buy it.
Come on. Let's have a sip to see if you're worth taking along.
What, no bites?
There he goes. It's the end of the Spanish Main.
With the coming of the Second World War many eyes in imprisoned Europe turned hopefully, or desperately toward the freedom of the Americas.
Lisbon became the great embarkation point.
But not everybody could get to Lisbon directly.
And so a torturous, roundabout refugee trail sprang up.
Paris to Marseilles across the Mediterranean to Oran.
Then, by train or auto or foot, across the rim of Africa to Casablanca in French Morocco.
Here, the fortunate ones, through money or influence or luck might obtain exit visas and scurry to Lisbon.
And from Lisbon to the New World.
But the others wait in Casablanca.
And wait and wait and wait.
To all officers:
Two German couriers carrying official documents murdered on train from Oran.
Murderer and possible accomplices headed for Casablanca.
Round up all suspicious characters and search them for stolen document.
Important.
May we see your papers?
I don't think I have them on me.
- In that case, you'll have to come along. - Wait.
It's possible that I...
Yes.
Here they are.
These papers expired three weeks ago. You'll have to come along.
Halt!
Halt!
- What on earth is going on there?
- I don't know, my dear.
Pardon, monsieur. Pardon, madame. Have you not heard?
We hear very little, and we understand even less.
Two German couriers were found murdered in the desert. The unoccupied desert.
This is the customary roundup of refugees, liberals and, of course, a beautiful young girl for Renault, the prefect of police.
Along with these unhappy refugees the scum of Europe has gravitated to Casablanca.
Some of them have been waiting years for a visa.
I beg of you, monsieur, watch yourself.
Be on guard.
This place is full of vultures.
Vultures everywhere. Everywhere!
- Thank you. Thank you very much.
- Not at all. Au revoir, monsieur.
What an amusing little fellow.
Waiter.
- Oh, how silly of me.
- What, dear?
I've left my wallet in the hotel.
Perhaps tomorrow we'll be on the plane.
It is good to see you again, Major Strasser.
Thank you, thank you.
May I present Captain Renault, police prefect of Casablanca.
Unoccupied France welcomes you to Casablanca.
Thank you, captain. It's good to be here.
Major Strasser, my aide, Lieutenant Casselle.
Captain Tonnelli. The Italian service at your command.
That is kind of you.
You may find the climate of Casablanca a trifle warm.
We Germans must get used to all climates, from Russia to the Sahara.
Perhaps you weren't referring to weather.
What else?
The murder of the couriers. What has been done?
My men are rounding up twice the usual number of suspects.
But we know already who the murderer is.
Good. Is he in custody?
No hurry. Tonight he'll be at Rick's.
Everybody comes to Rick's.
I've already heard about this café. And also about Mr. Rick himself.
It had to be you It had to be you
For nobody else gave me a thrill
Honey, with all your faults I love you still
Had to be you, wonderful you Had to be you
'Cause my hair is curly
Waiting, waiting, waiting.
I'll never get out of here.
I'll die in Casablanca.
But can't you make it just a little more? Please?
Sorry, but diamonds are a drug on the market. Everybody sells diamonds.
There are diamonds everywhere. 2400.
All right.
The trucks are waiting. The men are waiting. Everything--
It's the fishing smack Santiago.
It leaves at 1 tomorrow night, here from the end of La Medina.
Third boat. - Thank you.
Thank you. - And bring 15,000 francs in cash.
Remember, in cash.
- Open up, Abdul.
- Yes, professor.
- Waiter?
- Yes, madame?
Will you ask Rick if he'll have a drink with us?
He never drinks with customers. Never.
I have never seen it.
What makes saloonkeepers so snobbish?
Perhaps if you told him I ran the second-largest banking house in Amsterdam.
Second largest?
That wouldn't impress Rick.
The leading banker in Amsterdam is now the pastry chef in our kitchen.
We have something to look forward to.
And his father is the bellboy.
Excuse me.
I'm sorry, sir.
This is a private room.
Of all the nerve.
Who do you think--? I know there is gambling in there.
- You dare not keep me out.
- Yes? What's the trouble?
I have been in every gambling room between Honolulu and Berlin.
And if you think I'm going to be kept out of a saloon like this you're much mistaken.
Excuse me, please.
Hello, Rick.
Your cash is good at the bar.
What?
Do you know who I am?
I do.
You're lucky the bar is open to you.
This is outrageous! I shall report it to The Angriff.
Watching you just now, one would think you've been doing this all your life.
- What makes you think I haven't?
- Nothing.
- But when you first came, I thought--
- You thought what?
What right do I have to think?
May I?
Too bad about those two German couriers, wasn't it?
They got a lucky break.
Yesterday they were just clerks today they are the honored dead.
You are a very cynical person, Rick, if you'll forgive me for saying so.
I forgive you.
- Will you have a drink with me?
- No. I forgot, you never drink with-- I'll have another, please.
You despise me, don't you?
If I gave you any thought, I probably would.
But why?
Do you object to the kind of business I do?
But think of all those poor refugees who must rot here if I didn't help them.
That's not so bad.
Through ways of my own, I provide them with exit visas.
For a price, Ugarte. For a price.
But think of all the poor devils who can't meet Renault's price.
I get it for them for half.
Is that so parasitic?
I don't mind a parasite. I object to a cut-rate one.
Well, after tonight I will be through with the whole business.
And I'm leaving, finally, this Casablanca.
Who did you bribe for your visa? Renault or yourself?
Myself.
I found myself much more reasonable.
Look, Rick.
Know what this is?
Something that even you have never seen.
Letters of transit signed by General de Gaulle.
Cannot be rescinded. Not even questioned.
One moment.
Tonight I'll be selling those for more money than I ever dreamed of.
And then, addio, Casablanca.
I have many a friend in Casablanca, but somehow just because you despise me, you are the only one I trust.
Will you keep these for me, please?
- For how long?
- Perhaps an hour. Perhaps a little longer.
- I don't want them here overnight.
- Don't be afraid of that.
Please keep them for me.
Thank you.
I knew I could trust you.
I'll be expecting some people.
If anybody asks for me, I'll be right here.
Rick I hope you're more impressed with me now.
If you'll forgive me, I'll share my good luck with your roulette wheel.
Just a moment.
I heard a rumor those two German couriers were carrying letters of transit.
I've heard that rumor too.
Poor devils.
You're right, Ugarte.
I am a little more impressed with you.
- Say, who's got trouble? - We got trouble
- How much trouble?
- Too much trouble
Well, now, don't you frown Just knuckle down and knock on wood
- Who's unhappy?
- We're unhappy
- How unhappy?
- Too unhappy
Uh-oh, that won't do When you are blue just knock on wood
- How unlucky?
- Too unlucky
But your luck will change If you'll arrange to knock on wood
- Who's got nothing?
- We got nothing
- Now who's lucky?
- We're all lucky
- Just how lucky?
- Very lucky
Well, smile again and once again Let's knock on wood
- Hello, Rick.
- Hello, Ferrari.
How's business at the Blue Parrot?
- Fine, but I'd like to buy your café.
- It's not for sale.
- You haven't heard my offer.
- It's not for sale at any price.
- What do you want for Sam?
- I don't buy or sell human beings.
Too bad. That's Casablanca's leading commodity.
In refugees alone we could make a fortune if you'd work with me in the black market.
Suppose you run your business and let me run mine.
Suppose we ask Sam. Maybe he'd like to make a change.
Suppose we do.
When will you realize that in this world today isolationism is no longer a practical policy?
Sam, Ferrari wants you to work for him at the Blue Parrot.
Oh, I like it fine here.
He'll double what I pay you.
I ain't got time to spend what I make here.
Sorry.
The boss's private stock...
- ...because, Yvonne, I love you.
- Oh, shut up.
All right, all right.
For you, I shut up, because, Yvonne, I love you.
Oh, Monsieur Rick, Monsieur Rick.
Some Germans gave this check. Is it all right?
Where were you last night?
That's so long ago, I don't remember.
- Will I see you tonight?
- I never make plans that far ahead.
Give me another.
- Sascha, she's had enough.
- Don't listen to him. Fill it up.
Yvonne, I love you, but he pays me.
- Rick, I'm tired of having you--
- Sascha, call a cab.
- We're gonna get your coat.
- Take your hands off me.
You're going home.
You've had a little too much to drink.
Hey, taxi.
Who do you think you are, pushing me around?
I was a fool to fall for a man like you.
Go with her, Sascha.
Be sure she gets home.
- And come right back.
- Yes, boss.
- Hello, Rick.
- Hello, Louis.
How extravagant you are, throwing away women.
Someday they may be scarce.
I think now I shall pay a call on Yvonne. Maybe get her on the rebound.
When it comes to women, you're a true democrat.
If he gets a word in, it'll be a major Italian victory.
The plane to Lisbon.
You would like to be on it?
Why? What's in Lisbon?
The clipper to America.
I've often speculated on why you don't return to America.
Did you abscond with the church funds?
Did you run off with a senator's wife?
I like to think you killed a man.
It's the romantic in me.
It's a combination of all three.
And what in heaven's name brought you to Casablanca?
My health. I came to Casablanca for the waters.
The waters? What waters?
We're in the desert.
- I was misinformed.
Excuse me, Monsieur Rick.
A gentleman inside has won 20,000 francs and the cashier would like some money.
I'll get it from the safe.
I'm so upset, Rick. You know I--
Forget it, Emil.
Mistakes like that happen all the time.
I'm awfully sorry.
Rick, there will be some excitement here tonight.
An arrest in your café.
- Again?
- This is no ordinary arrest.
A murderer, no less.
If you're thinking of warning him, don't put yourself out. He cannot escape.
- I stick my neck out for nobody.
- A wise foreign policy.
Could have made the arrest earlier, at the Blue Parrot.
Out of my regard for you, we're staging it here.
It will amuse your customers.
Our entertainment's enough.
We're to have an important guest here tonight.
Major Strasser of the Third Reich, no less.
We want him to be here when we make the arrest. A demonstration of the efficiency of my administration.
I see.
And what's Strasser doing here?
He certainly didn't come here to witness a demonstration of your efficiency.
- Perhaps not.
- Here.
- It shall not happen again.
- That's all right.
Louis, you got something on your mind. Why don't you spill it.
How observant you are.
As a matter of fact, I wanted to give you a word of advice.
Yeah?
- Have a brandy?
- Thank you.
There are many exit visas sold in this café but we know that you've never sold one.
That is the reason we permit you to remain open.
I thought it was because I let you win at roulette.
That is another reason.
There is a man arrived in Casablanca on his way to America.
He will offer a fortune to anyone who'll furnish an exit visa.
- What's his name?
- Victor Laszlo.
Victor Laszlo?
Rick, that is the first time I've seen you so impressed.
He's succeeded in impressing half the world.
It's my duty to see that he doesn't impress the other half.
Laszlo must never reach America. He stays in Casablanca.
It'll be interesting to see how he manages.
- Manages what?
- His escape.
- But I just told you--
- Stop it.
He escaped from a concentration camp. The Nazis have chased him all over Europe.
- This is the end of the chase.
- Twenty thousand francs says it isn't.
Is that a serious offer?
I just paid out 20, and I'd like to get it back.
Make it 10.
I'm only a poor corrupt official.
- Okay.
- Done.
No matter how clever he is, he still needs an exit visa. Or I should say two.
- Why two? - He is traveling with a lady.
- He'll take one.
- I think not.
I've seen the lady.
And if he did not leave her in Marseilles or Oran he certainly won't leave her in Casablanca.
Maybe he's not quite as romantic as you are.
It doesn't matter.
There is no exit visa for him.
Whatever gave you the impression that I might help Laszlo escape?
Because, my dear Ricky, I suspect that under that cynical shell you are at heart a sentimentalist.
Laugh if you will, but I happen to be familiar with your record.
Let me point out just two items:
In 1935, you ran guns to Ethiopia.
In 1936, you fought in Spain on the Loyalist side.
And got well paid for it on both occasions.
The winning side would have paid you much better.
- Maybe.
It seems you're determined to keep Laszlo here.
I have my orders.
I see. Gestapo spank.
My dear Ricky, you overestimate the influence of the Gestapo.
I don't interfere with them, and they don't interfere with me.
In Casablanca, I am master of my fate.
- I am--
- Major Strasser is here, sir.
- You were saying?
- Excuse me.
Carl, see that Major Strasser gets a good table, close to the ladies.
I have already given him the best knowing he is German and would take it anyway.
Take him quietly.
Two guards at every door. Yes, sir.
- Everything is ready, sir.
- Go ahead.
- Good evening, gentlemen.
- Good evening, captain.
- Won't you join us?
- Thank you.
- It's a pleasure to have you here, major.
- Champagne and a tin of caviar.
May I recommend Veuve Clicquot '26, a good French wine.
- Thank you.
- Very well, sir.
- A very interesting club.
- Especially so tonight, major.
In a few minutes you'll see the arrest of the man who murdered your couriers.
I expected no less, captain.
Monsieur Ugarte.
- Will you please come with us? - Certainly.
May I first please cash my chips?
Very lucky, huh?
Two thousand, please.
Thank you.
Rick, help me!
- Don't be a fool. You can't get away.
- But, Rick, hide me. Do something!
Excellent, captain.
When they come for me, I hope you'll be more of a help.
I stick my neck out for nobody.
I'm sorry there was a disturbance, folks, but it's all over now.
Just sit down and have a good time. Enjoy yourselves. All right, Sam.
Okay, boss.
Rick, this is Major Heinrich Strasser of the Third Reich.
- How do you do, Mr. Rick?
- How do you do?
You already know Herr Heinze of the Third Reich.
Please join us, Mr. Rick.
We are very honored tonight.
Major Strasser is one of the reasons the Third Reich enjoys the reputation it has.
You repeat Third Reich as though you expected there to be others.
Well, personally, major, I will take what comes.
Do you mind if I ask you a few questions?
- Unofficially, of course.
- Make it official if you like.
- What is your nationality?
- I'm a drunkard.
And that makes Rick a citizen of the world.
I was born in New York City, if that'll help you any.
I understand you came here from Paris at the time of the occupation.
There seems to be no secret about that.
Are you one of those people who cannot imagine the Germans in their beloved Paris?
It's not particularly my beloved Paris.
Can you imagine us in London?
When you get there, ask me.
Diplomatist.
How about New York?
Well, there are sections of New York, major that I wouldn't advise you to try to invade. Uh-huh.
- Who do you think will win the war?
- I haven't the slightest idea.
Rick is completely neutral about everything.
And that takes in the field of women too.
You were not always so carefully neutral.
We have a complete dossier on you.
"Richard Blaine, American. Age: 37. Cannot return to his country."
The reason is a little vague.
We also know what you did in Paris.
And also we know why you left Paris.
Don't worry, we're not going to broadcast it.
Are my eyes really brown?
You will forgive my curiosity, Mr. Blaine.
The point is an enemy of the Reich has come to Casablanca and we are checking up on anybody who can be of any help to us.
My interest in whether Victor Laszlo stays or goes is purely a sporting one.
In this case you have no sympathy for the fox?
Not particularly.
I understand the point of view of the hound too.
Laszlo published the foulest lies in the Prague newspapers until the day we marched in.
And even after that, he continued to print scandal sheets in his cellar.
Of course, one must admit he has great courage.
I admit he's clever.
Three times he slipped through our fingers.
In Paris he continued his activities.
We intend not to let it happen again.
Excuse me, gentlemen.
Your business is politics, mine is running a saloon.
Good evening, Mr. Blaine.
You see, major? You have nothing to worry about Rick.
Perhaps.
Yes, monsieur?
- I reserved a table. Victor Laszlo.
- Yes, Monsieur Laszlo. Right this way.
Two Cointreaux, please.
I saw no one of Ugarte's description.
Victor, I feel somehow we shouldn't stay here.
If we would walk out so soon it would only call attention to us.
Perhaps Ugarte is in some other part of the café.
Excuse me, but you look like a couple who are on their way to America. Well?
You'll find a market there for this ring.
I'm forced to sell it at a great sacrifice.
- Thank you, but I hardly think...
- Perhaps for the lady.
The ring is quite unique.
- Yes, I'm very interested.
What is your name?
Berger, Norwegian. At your service, sir.
I'll meet you in a few minutes at the bar.
We don't want the ring, but thanks for showing it to us.
Such a bargain.
But that is your decision?
I'm sorry, it is.
- Monsieur Laszlo, is it not?
- Yes?
I am Captain Renault, prefect of police.
Yes, what is it you want?
Merely to welcome you to Casablanca and wish you a pleasant stay.
It isn't often we have so distinguished a visitor.
Thank you.
I hope you'll forgive me, captain.
The present French administration hasn't always been so cordial.
May I present Miss Ilsa Lund.
I was told you were the most beautiful woman ever to visit Casablanca.
That was a gross understatement.
You're very kind.
- Won't you join us?
- If you will permit me.
Oh, no, Emile, please. A bottle of your best champagne. And put it on my bill.
- Captain, please. - It's a game we play.
They put it on the bill, I tear up the bill. It is very convenient.
Captain, the boy who's playing the piano...
Somewhere I've seen him.
- Sam?
- Yes.
He came from Paris with Rick.
Rick? Who is he?
Mademoiselle, you are in Rick's. Rick is...
- Is what?
- Mademoiselle he's the kind of man that, well, if I were a woman and I were not around, I should be in love with Rick.
But what a fool I am talking to a beautiful woman about another man.
Excuse me.
Major.
Mademoiselle Lund and Monsieur Laszlo, may I present Major Strasser.
How do you do?
This is a pleasure I have looked forward to.
I'm sure you'll excuse me if I'm not gracious.
You see, Major Strasser, I am a Czechoslovakian.
You were a Czechoslovakian.
Now you are a subject of the German Reich.
I have never accepted that privilege.
And I'm now on French soil.
I'd like to discuss some matters arising from your presence on French soil.
This is hardly the time or place.
Then we shall state another time and place.
Tomorrow at 10 in the prefect's office.
With mademoiselle.
Captain, I am under your authority.
Is it your order that we come to your office?
Let us say it is my request.
That is a much more pleasant word.
- Very well. - Mademoiselle.
A very clever tactical retreat, major.
- This time they really mean to stop me.
- Victor, I'm afraid for you.
We've been in difficult places before, haven't we?
I must find out what Berger knows.
- Be careful.
- I will. Don't worry.
Monsieur Berger, the ring. Could I see it again? - Yes.
- Monsieur? Champagne cocktail, please.
I recognize you from the news photographs, Monsieur Laszlo.
In a concentration camp, one is apt to lose a little weight.
We read five times that you were killed in five different places.
As you see, it was true every single time.
Thank heaven I found you, Berger.
I'm looking for a man by the name of Ugarte.
He's supposed to help me.
Ugarte cannot even help himself.
He's under arrest for murder.
He was arrested here tonight.
I see.
But we who are still free will do all we can. We are organized.
Underground, like everywhere else.
Tomorrow night there is a meeting at the Caverne du Bois.
If you will come--
Will you ask the piano player to come over here?
Very well, mademoiselle.
- How's the jewelry business, Berger?
- Not so good. Check, please.
Too bad you weren't here earlier.
We had quite a bit of excitement, didn't we, Berger?
Yes.
Excuse me, gentlemen.
- My bill.
- No.
Two champagne cocktails.
Please.
- Hello, Sam.
- Hello, Miss Ilsa.
I never expected to see you again.
It's been a long time.
Yes, ma'am.
A lot of water under the bridge.
- Some of the old songs, Sam.
- Yes, ma'am.
Where is Rick?
I don't know.
I ain't seen him all night.
- When will he be back?
- Not tonight no more. He ain't coming--
He went home.
- Does he always leave so early?
- Oh, he never--
Well, he's got a girl up to the Blue Parrot.
Goes up there all the time.
You used to be a much better liar, Sam.
Leave him alone, Miss Ilsa.
You're bad luck to him.
Play it once, Sam. For old times' sake.
I don't know what you mean, Miss Ilsa.
Play it, Sam.
Play "As Time Goes By."
I can't remember it, Miss Ilsa. I'm a little rusty on it.
I'll hum it for you.
Sing it, Sam.
You must remember this
A kiss is just a kiss
A sigh is just a sigh
The fundamental things apply
As time goes by
And when two lovers woo
They still say, "I love you"
On that you can rely
No matter what the future brings
As time goes by
Sam, I thought I told you never to play--
Well, you were asking about Rick, and here he is.
May I present--
- Hello, Ilsa.
- Hello, Rick.
Oh, you've already met Rick, mademoiselle?
Then perhaps you also--
This is Mr. Laszlo.
- How do you do?
- How do you do?
One hears a great deal about Rick in Casablanca.
And about Victor Laszlo everywhere.
- Won't you join us for a drink?
- Rick never--
- Thanks, I will.
- Well a precedent is being broken.
- Interesting café.
I congratulate you.
- I congratulate you.
- What for?
- Your work.
Thank you.
I try.
We all try. You succeed.
She was asking about you earlier, Rick in a way that made me extremely jealous.
I wasn't sure you were the same.
- Let's see, the last time we met--
- Was La Belle Aurore.
How nice.
You remembered.
But, of course, that was the day the Germans marched into Paris.
- Not an easy day to forget.
I remember every detail.
The Germans wore gray, you wore blue.
Yes. I put that dress away.
When the Germans march out I'll wear it again.
Ricky, you're becoming quite human.
I suppose we have to thank you for that.
Ilsa, I don't wish to be the one to say it, but it's late.
So it is. We have a curfew in Casablanca.
It would never do for the chief of police to be found drinking after hours.
I hope we didn't overstay our welcome. Not at all.
- Your check, sir.
- It's my party.
Another precedent gone.
This has been a very interesting evening.
I'll call you a cab.
Gasoline rationing, time of night.
- We'll come again.
- Anytime.
- Say good night to Sam for me.
- I will.
There's still nobody in the world who can play "As Time Goes By" like Sam.
He hasn't played it in a long time.
- Good night.
- Good night.
A very puzzling fellow, this Rick.
What sort is he?
I really can't say, though I saw him quite often in Paris.
- Tomorrow at 10, at the prefect office. - We'll be there.
- Good night.
Boss?
- Boss? - Yeah?
- Boss, ain't you going to bed?
- Not right now.
Ain't you planning to go to bed in the near future? No.
- You ever going to bed?
- No.
Well, I ain't sleepy, either.
Good, then have a drink.
- Not me, boss.
- Then don't have a drink.
Boss, let's get out of here.
No, sir.
I'm waiting for a lady.
Please, let's go.
Ain't nothing but trouble for you here.
She's coming back. I know she's coming back.
We'll take the car and drive all night.
We'll get drunk. We'll go fishing, stay away until she's gone.
- Shut up and go home, will you?
- No, sir, I'm staying right here.
They grab Ugarte, then she walks in.
Well, that's the way it goes. One in, one out.
- Sam.
- Yes, boss?
If it's December 1941 in Casablanca, what time is it in New York?
What?
My watch stopped.
I bet they're asleep in New York.
I bet they're asleep all over America.
Of all the gin joints in all the towns in all the world she walks into mine.
- What's that you're playing?
- A little something of my own.
- Stop it.
You know what I want to hear.
- No, I don't.
You played it for her. You can play it for me.
- I don't think I can remember--
- If she can stand it, I can.
Play it.
Yes, boss.
Who are you really?
And what were you before?
What did you do, and what did you think?
We said no questions.
Here's looking at you, kid.
A franc for your thoughts.
In America they'd bring only a penny.
I guess that's about all they're worth.
I'm willing to be overcharged.
Tell me.
Well, I was wondering...
Why I'm so lucky.
Why I should find you waiting for me to come along.
- Why there is no other man in my life?
That's easy. There was.
He's dead.
I'm sorry for asking.
I forgot we said no questions.
Well, only one answer can take care of all our questions.
Nothing can stop them now.
Wednesday, Thursday at the latest, they'll be in Paris.
Richard, they'll find out your record. You won't be safe here.
I'm on their blacklist already.
Their roll of honor.
Moonlight and love songs Never out of date
Hearts full of passion Jealousy and hate
Woman needs man And man must have his mate
That no one can deny
It's still the same old story
A fight for love and glory
A case of do or die
The world will always welcome lovers
As time goes by
Henri wants us to finish this bottle and then three more.
Says he'll water his garden with champagne before he'll let the Germans drink it.
This sort of takes the sting out of being occupied, doesn't it?
You said it.
Here's looking at you, kid.
My German's a little rusty.
It's the Gestapo.
They say they expect to be in Paris tomorrow.
They're telling us how to act when they come marching in.
With the whole world crumbling, we pick this time to fall in love.
It's pretty bad timing.
- Where were you, say, 10 years ago?
- 10 years ago?
Let's see.
Yes, I was having a brace put on my teeth.
Where were you?
Looking for a job.
Was that cannon fire?
Or is it my heart pounding?
It's the new German 77th, and judging by the sound, only about 35 miles away.
And getting closer every minute.
Here, here, drink up.
We'll never finish the other three.
Them Germans will be here pretty soon, and they'll come looking for you.
And don't forget, there's a price on your head.
I left a note in my apartment. They'll know where to find me.
It's strange.
- I know so very little about you.
- I know very little about you.
Just the fact that you had your teeth straightened.
Be serious, darling. You are in danger. You must leave Paris.
No, we must leave.
Yes, of course. We.
The train for Marseilles leaves at 5:00.
I'll pick you up at your hotel at 4:30. No, no.
Not at my hotel.
I have things to do in the city before I leave.
I'll meet you at the station.
All right, at a quarter to 5.
Why don't we get married in Marseilles?
That's too far ahead to plan.
Yes. I guess it is too far ahead.
Let's see... What about the engineer?
Why can't he marry us on the train?
Why not?
The captain on a ship can. It doesn't seem fair that--
Hey, what's wrong, kid?
I love you so much.
And I hate this war so much.
It's a crazy world.
Anything can happen.
If you shouldn't get away...
If something should keep us apart wherever they put you and wherever I'll be, I want you to know that I...
Kiss me.
Kiss me as if it were the last time.
All aboard! The last train leaving in three minutes.
Where is she? Have you seen her?
I can't find her.
She checked out of the hotel.
But this note came just after you left.
That's the last call, Mr. Richard.
Do you hear me?
Come on, Mr. Richard. Let's get out of here. Come on.
- Rick, I have to talk to you.
I saved my first drink to have with you. Here.
- No, Rick. Not tonight. - Especially tonight.
Why did you have to come to Casablanca?
There are other places.
I wouldn't have come if I'd known you were here.
Believe me, Rick, it's true. I didn't know.
It's funny about your voice, how it hasn't changed. I can still hear it.
"Richard, dear, I'll go with you anyplace.
- We'll get on a train and never stop."
- Don't, Rick.
I can understand how you feel.
You understand how I feel.
How long was it we had, honey?
- I didn't count the days.
- Well, I did.
Every one of them.
Mostly I remember the last one.
The wild finish.
A guy standing on a station platform in the rain with a comical look on his face because his insides have been kicked out.
Can I tell you a story, Rick?
Does it got a wild finish?
I don't know the finish yet.
Go on, tell it.
Maybe one'll come to you as you go along.
It's about a girl who had just come to Paris from her home in Oslo.
At the house of some friends she met a man about whom she'd heard her whole life.
A very great and courageous man.
He opened up for her a whole beautiful world full of knowledge and thoughts and ideals.
Everything she knew or ever became was because of him.
And she looked up to him and worshiped him with a feeling she supposed was love.
Yes, that's very pretty.
I heard a story once.
In fact, I've heard a lot of stories in my time.
They went along with the sound of a tinny piano playing in the parlor downstairs.
"Mister, I met a man once when I was a kid," they'd always begin.
I guess neither one of our stories is very funny.
Tell me who was it you left me for?
Was it Laszlo, or were there others in between or aren't you the kind that tells?
I strongly suspect that Ugarte left the letters of transit with Mr. Blaine.
I would suggest you search the café immediately.
If Rick has the letters, he's too smart to let you find them there.
You give him credit for too much cleverness.
My impression was he's just another blundering American.
We mustn't underestimate American blundering.
I was with them when they blundered into Berlin in 1918.
As to Laszlo, we want him watched 24 hours a day.
It may interest you to know that at this very moment he's on his way here.
There is nothing we can do.
I'm delighted to see you.
Did you have a good night's rest?
I slept very well.
Strange.
Nobody's supposed to sleep well in Casablanca. - May we proceed?
- With pleasure.
Won't you sit down?
Thank you.
Laszlo, we will not mince words. You're an escaped prisoner of the Reich.
So far you have been fortunate in eluding us.
You have reached Casablanca.
It is my duty to see that you stay in Casablanca.
Whether or not you will succeed is problematic.
Not at all. Renault's signature is necessary on every visa.
Captain, is it possible that Laszlo will receive a visa?
I'm afraid not.
My regrets, monsieur.
Well, perhaps I shall like it in Casablanca.
And mademoiselle?
- You needn't be concerned about me.
- Is that all you wish to tell us?
Don't be in such a hurry. You have all the time in the world.
You may be in Casablanca indefinitely.
Or you may leave for Lisbon tomorrow. - On one condition.
- And that is?
You know the leader of the underground movement in Paris, in Prague Brussels, Amsterdam Oslo, Belgrade, Athens...
- Even Berlin.
- Yes, even in Berlin.
If you will furnish me with their names and whereabouts you'll have your visa in the morning.
And the honor of having served the Third Reich.
I was in a German concentration camp for a year.
- That's honor enough for a lifetime.
- You will give us the names?
If I didn't give them to you in a concentration camp where you had more persuasive methods at your disposal I certainly won't give them to you now.
And what if you track down these men and kill them?
What if you murdered all of us?
From every corner of Europe, hundreds, thousands would rise to take our places.
Even Nazis can't kill that fast.
Herr Laszlo, you have a reputation for eloquence which I can now understand.
But in one aspect you are mistaken.
You said the enemies of the Reich could all be replaced.
But there is one exception.
No one could take your place if anything unfortunate should occur to you while you were trying to escape.
You won't dare to interfere with me here.
This is still unoccupied France.
Any violation of neutrality would reflect on Captain Renault.
- Monsieur, insofar as it is in my power.
- Thank you.
By the way, monsieur, last night you evinced an interest in Signor Ugarte.
- Yes?
- I believe you have a message for him?
Nothing important.
But may I speak to him now?
You would find the conversation a trifle one-sided.
Signor Ugarte is dead.
I'm making out the report now.
We haven't quite decided whether he committed suicide or died trying to escape.
- Are you quite finished with us?
- For the time being.
Good day.
Undoubtedly, their next step will be to the black market.
Excuse me, captain.
Another visa problem has come up.
- Show her in.
Sorry, monsieur, we were never to handle the police.
- This is a job for Signor Ferrari.
- Ferrari?
It can be most helpful to know Signor Ferrari.
He pretty near has a monopoly on the black market here.
You will find him at the Blue Parrot.
Thanks.
Don't be too downhearted.
Perhaps you can come to terms with Renault. Thank you very much, signor.
- Hello, Ferrari.
- Good morning, Rick.
The bus is in.
I'll take my shipment with me.
I'll have it sent over.
Have a drink with me. I never drink in the morning.
And every time you send my shipment over it's a little short.
Carrying charges, my boy. Carrying charges.
Here, sit down.
There is something I want to talk over with you, anyhow.
The news about Ugarte upsets me very much.
You're a fat hypocrite. You don't feel any sorrier for Ugarte than I do.
Of course not.
What upsets me is that Ugarte is dead and no one knows where those letters are.
Practically no one.
If I had those letters, I could make a fortune.
So could I, and I'm a poor businessman.
I have a proposition for whoever has those letters.
I'll handle the entire transaction.
Get rid of the letters, take all the risk, for a small percentage.
And the carrying charges?
Naturally there will be a few incidental expenses.
That's my proposition for whoever has those letters.
I'll tell him when he comes in.
Rick, I think you know where those letters are.
You're in good company. Renault and Strasser probably think so too.
That's why I came here.
To give them a chance to ransack my place.
Rick, don't be a fool.
Take me into your confidence. You need a partner.
Excuse me, I'll be getting back.
Morning.
Signor Ferrari is the fat gent at the table.
You will not find a treasure like this in all Morocco.
Only 700 francs.
- You're being cheated.
- Doesn't matter, thank you.
For friends of Rick's we have a small discount.
Did I say 700 francs?
You can have it for 200.
I'm sorry I was in no condition to receive you when you called on me last night.
Doesn't matter.
For special friends of Rick's we have a special discount. 100 francs.
Your story had me a little confused.
Or maybe it was the bourbon.
I have some tablecloths, napkins--
- Thank you.
I'm really not interested. - Please, one minute.
Why did you come back?
To tell me why you ran out on me at the railway station?
Yes.
Well, you can tell me now.
I'm reasonably sober.
I don't think I will, Rick.
Why not? After all, I got stuck with a railway ticket.
I think I'm entitled to know.
Last night I saw what has happened to you.
The Rick I knew in Paris, I could tell him, he'd understand.
But the one who looked at me with such hatred...
I'll be leaving Casablanca soon. We'll never see each other again.
We knew very little about each other when we were in love in Paris.
If we leave it that way maybe we'll remember those days and not Casablanca.
Not last night.
Did you run out on me because you knew what it would be like?
Hiding from the police, running away all the time?
You can believe that if you want to.
Well, I'm not running away anymore.
I'm settled now.
Above a saloon, it's true but walk up a flight I'll be expecting you.
All the same, someday you'll lie to Laszlo.
You'll be there.
No, Rick.
You see, Victor Laszlo is my husband.
And was, even when I knew you in Paris.
I was just telling Monsieur Laszlo that unfortunately I'm not able to help him.
You see, my dear, word has gone around.
As leader of all illegal activities in Casablanca I am influential and respected.
But it would not be worth my life to do anything for Monsieur Laszlo.
You, however, are a different matter.
Signor Ferrari thinks it might just be possible to get an exit visa for you.
- You mean for me to go on alone?
- And only alone.
I'll stay here and keep on trying.
I'm sure in a little while--
Might as well be frank, monsieur.
It would take a miracle to get you out. The Germans have outlawed miracles.
We are only interested in two visas.
- Please, Ilsa, don't be hasty.
- No, Victor.
You two will want to discuss this.
Excuse me.
I'll be at the bar.
No, Ilsa. I won't let you stay here.
You must get to America.
Believe me, somehow I will get out and join you.
But if the situation were different if I had to stay and there were only visa for one would you take it?
Yes, I would.
Yes, I see.
When I had trouble getting out of Lille, why didn't you leave me there?
When I was sick in Marseilles for two weeks and you were in danger every minute, why didn't you leave me then?
I meant to, but something always held me up.
I love you very much, Ilsa.
Your secret will be safe with me.
Ferrari is waiting for our answer.
Not more than 50 francs.
We've decided, Signor Ferrari.
For the present we will go on looking for two visas.
Thank you very much.
Well, good luck, but be careful.
- You know you're being shadowed? - Of course.
It becomes an instinct.
I observe that you, in one respect, are a very fortunate man.
I am moved to make one more suggestion. Why, I do not know.
Because it cannot possibly profit me.
Have you heard about Ugarte and the letters of transit?
Yes, something.
Those letters were not found on Ugarte when they arrested him.
- You know where they are?
- Not for sure.
But I'd guess that Ugarte left those letters with Monsieur Rick.
A difficult customer, that Rick.
One never knows what he'll do or why.
But it is worth a chance.
Thank you very much.
Good day.
Goodbye. Thank you for your coffee.
I shall miss that when we leave Casablanca.
Gracious of you to share it with me. Good day, mademoiselle.
- Monsieur.
- Good day.
- Here's to you, sir.
- Good luck.
- I'd better be going.
- My check, please.
I have to warn you, sir.
This is a dangerous place. Full of vultures.
Vultures everywhere. Thanks for everything.
- Goodbye.
- It has been a pleasure to meet you.
I'm sorry.
Monsieur Rick, you are getting to be your best customer.
Well, drinking. I'm very pleased with you.
You're beginning to live like a Frenchman.
That was some going-over your men gave my place.
We barely got cleaned up in time to open.
I told Strasser he wouldn't find the letters here.
But I told my men to be especially destructive.
You know how that impresses Germans.
Rick, have you got those letters of transit?
Louis, are you Pro-Vichy or Free French?
Serves me right for asking a direct question.
The subject is closed.
- It looks like you're a little late.
So Yvonne's gone over to the enemy.
Who knows?
In her own way, she may constitute an entire second front.
I think it's time for me to flatter Strasser a little. I'll see you later.
Sascha!
French 75s.
Put up a whole row of them, Sascha.
Starting here and ending here.
We will begin with two.
What did you say?
Would you kindly repeat it?
- What I said is none of your business.
- I'll make it my business.
I don't like disturbances in my place.
Either lay off politics or get out.
You see, captain?
The situation is not as under control as you believe.
We try to cooperate with your government.
But we cannot regulate the feelings of our people.
Captain, are you certain which side you're on?
I have no conviction, if that's what you mean.
I blow with the wind and the prevailing wind happens to be from Vichy.
And if it should change?
Surely the Reich doesn't admit that possibility?
We are concerned about more than Casablanca.
We know that every French province in Africa is honeycombed with traitors.
Waiting for their chance. Waiting perhaps for a leader.
A leader? Like Laszlo?
Mm-hm.
I have been thinking.
It's too dangerous to let him go, it may be too dangerous to let him stay.
I see what you mean.
Thank you, Carl.
Thank you, Carl.
Sit down. Have a brandy with us.
To celebrate our leaving for America tomorrow.
Thank you very much.
I thought you would ask me, so I brought the good brandy and a third glass.
At last the day's came!
Frau Leuchtag and I are speaking nothing but English now.
So we should feel at home when we get to America.
A very nice idea.
- To America.
- To America.
What watch?
- Ten watch.
- Such much?
You will get along beautifully in America.
How is lady luck treating you?
Oh, too bad.
You'll find him over there.
- Monsieur Rick? - Yes?
- Could I speak to you, please?
- How'd you get in?
You're underage.
- I came with Captain Renault.
- I should have known.
My husband is with me too.
He is?
Captain Renault's getting broad-minded.
Sit down.
Have a drink?
- No, of course not.
You mind if I do?
Monsieur Rick, what kind of a man is Captain Renault?
Like any other man, only more so.
No, I mean is he trustworthy?
Just a minute. Who told you to ask me that?
He did. Captain Renault did.
I thought so.
Where's your husband?
At the roulette table, trying to win enough for our exit visas.
Oh, of course he's losing.
- How long have you been married?
- Eight weeks.
We come from Bulgaria.
Things are very bad there.
The devil has the people by the throat.
So Jan and I, we...
We do not want our children to grow up in such a country.
- So you decided to go to America.
- Yes.
But we haven't much money and traveling is so expensive and difficult.
It was much more than we thought to get here.
And then Captain Renault sees us, and he is so kind, he wants to help us.
Yes, I'll bet.
He tells me he can give us an exit visa.
But we have no money.
- Does he know that?
- Yes.
- And he's still willing to give you a visa?
- And you want to know...?
- Will he keep his word?
He always has.
Monsieur you are a man.
If someone loved you very much so that your happiness was the only thing that she wanted in the world and she did a bad thing to make certain of it...
- ...could you forgive her?
- Nobody ever loved me that much.
And he never knew, and the girl kept this bad thing locked in her heart that would be all right, wouldn't it?
- You want my advice?
- Yes, please.
Go back to Bulgaria.
Oh, but if you knew what it means to us to leave Europe, to get to America...
Oh, but if Jan should find out.
He is such a boy.
In many ways I am so much older than he is.
Yes, well, everybody in Casablanca has problems.
- Yours may work out. You'll excuse me.
- Thank you, monsieur.
- Good evening. - Good evening.
You see? Here we are again.
I take that as a great compliment to Sam.
I suppose he means to you Paris of happier days.
He does. Could we have a table close to him?
And as far away from Major Strasser as possible.
The geography may be a little difficult to arrange.
- Paul, table 30. - Yes, sir.
Right this way, if you please.
I'll have Sam play "As Time Goes By." I believe that's your favorite tune.
Thank you.
- Two cognacs, please.
Do you wish to place another bet, sir?
No.
No, I guess not.
Have you tried 22 tonight?
I said 22.
Leave it there.
Cash it in and don't come back.
Are you sure this place is honest?
Honest?
As honest as the day is long.
How are we doing tonight?
A couple of thousand less than I thought there would be.
He's just a lucky guy.
Monsieur Rick, may I get you a cup of coffee?
- No, thanks, Carl. - Monsieur Rick...
Captain Renault, may I--? Not here.
Come to my office in the morning.
We'll do everything businesslike.
- We'll be there at 6.
- I'll be there at 10.
I'm very happy for both of you.
Still, it's very strange that you won.
Well, maybe not so strange.
- I'll see you in the morning. - Thank you, Captain Renault.
Boss, you've done a beautiful thing.
Go away, you crazy Russian.
As I suspected.
You're a rank sentimentalist.
Yeah? Why?
Why do you interfere with my little romances?
Put it down as a gesture to love.
Well, I'll forgive you this time.
But I'll be in tomorrow night with a breathtaking blond.
And it'll make me very happy if she loses.
Mr. Blaine, I wonder if I could talk to you.
- Go ahead.
- Well, isn't there some other place?
It's rather confidential, what I have to say.
- In my office.
- Right.
You must know it's very important I get out of Casablanca.
It's my privilege to be one of the leaders of a great movement.
You know what I've been doing.
You know what it means to the work, to the lives of thousands of people that I reach America and continue my work.
I'm not interested in politics.
The problems of the world are not in my department.
I'm a saloonkeeper.
My friends in the underground tell me that you have quite a record.
You ran guns to Ethiopia.
You fought against the fascists in Spain.
What of it?
Isn't it strange you're always fighting on the side of the underdog?
Yes, I found that a very expensive hobby.
But then I never was much of a businessman.
Are you enough of a businessman to appreciate an offer of 100,000 francs?
- I appreciate it, but I don't accept it.
- 200,000.
My friend, you could make it a million francs or three. My answer would still be the same.
There must be some reason why you won't let me.
There is.
I suggest that you ask your wife.
- I beg your pardon?
- I said, ask your wife.
- My wife?
- Yes.
Play "La Marseillaise." Play it!
See what I mean?
If Laszlo's presence in a café can inspire this demonstration what more will his presence in Casablanca bring on?
I advise that this place be shut up at once.
- But everybody's having a good time.
- Yes, much too good a time.
The place is to be closed.
- But I have no excuse to close it.
- Find one.
Everybody is to leave immediately.
This café is closed until further notice.
Clear the room at once.
How can you close me up?
I'm shocked, shocked to find that gambling is going on in here.
- Your winnings, sir.
- Thank you.
Everybody out at once.
After this disturbance it is not safe for Laszlo to stay in Casablanca.
This morning you implied it wasn't safe to leave Casablanca.
That is also true, except for one destination: occupied France.
- Occupied France?
- Under safe conduct from me.
Of what value is that?
You may recall what German guarantees have been worth in the past.
- There are two other alternatives for him.
- What are they?
The French authorities may find a reason to put him in the concentration camp here.
The other alternative?
My dear, perhaps you have already observed that in Casablanca human life is cheap.
Good night, mademoiselle.
- What happened with Rick?
- We'll discuss it later.
Our faithful friend is still there.
Please don't go to the underground meeting tonight.
I must.
Besides, it isn't often that a man gets to display heroics before his wife.
Don't joke. After Major Strasser's warning tonight, I'm frightened.
Tell you the truth, I'm frightened too.
Shall I remain here in a hotel room, hiding?
Or shall I carry on the best I can?
Whatever I'd say, you would carry on.
Victor, why don't you tell me about Rick?
What did you find out?
- Apparently he has the letters.
- Yes?
But no intention of selling them.
You'd think if sentiment wouldn't persuade him, money would.
Did he give any reason?
- He suggested I ask you.
- Ask me?
Yes, he said, "Ask your wife."
I don't know why he said that.
Well, our friend outside will think we've retired by now.
I'll be going in a few minutes.
- Ilsa, I...
- Yes?
When I was in the concentration camp were you lonely in Paris?
Yes, Victor, I was.
I know how it is to be lonely.
Is there anything you wish to tell me?
No, Victor, there isn't.
I love you very much, my dear.
Yes.
Yes, I know.
Victor, whatever I do, will you believe that I...?
You don't even have to say it.
I'll believe.
Good night, dear.
Good night.
- Yes, dear?
Be careful.
Of course I'll be careful.
Well, you are in pretty good shape, Herr Rick.
How long can I afford to stay closed?
Two weeks, maybe three.
Maybe I won't have to. A bribe has worked before.
In the meantime, everybody stays on salary.
Thank you, Herr Rick.
Sascha will be happy to hear it.
I owe him money.
- You finish locking up, will you, Carl?
- I will.
- Then I am going to the meeting--
- Don't tell me where you're going.
I won't.
Good night.
Good night, Mr. Rick.
- How did you get in?
- The stairs from the street.
I told you this morning you'd come around, but this is ahead of schedule.
Well, won't you sit down?
- Richard, I had to see you. - "Richard" again.
We're back in Paris.
Your visit isn't connected by any chance with the letters of transit?
Seems as long as I have those letters I'll never be lonely.
Ask any price you want, but you must give me the letters.
I went all through that with your husband. It's no deal.
I know how you feel about me but put your feelings aside for something more important.
I have to hear again what a great man your husband is what an important cause he's fighting for?
It was your cause too.
In your own way, you were fighting for the same thing.
I'm not fighting for anything anymore except myself.
I'm the only cause I'm interested in.
We loved each other once. If those days meant anything at all to you--
I wouldn't bring up Paris if I were you. It's poor salesmanship.
Listen to me. If you knew what really happened, if you only knew the truth--
I wouldn't believe you no matter what you said.
You'd say anything now to get what you want.
You want to feel sorry for yourself, don't you?
With so much at stake all you can think of is your feelings.
One woman has hurt you and you take your revenge on the rest of the world.
You're a coward and a weakling.
No. Oh, Richard.
I'm sorry.
I'm sorry, but you are our last hope.
If you don't help us, Victor Laszlo will die in Casablanca.
What of it?
I'm going to die in Casablanca. It's a good spot for it.
Now, if you'll--
All right.
I tried to reason with you.
I tried everything.
Now, I want those letters.
- Get them for me.
- I don't have to. I got them right here.
Put them on the table.
No.
For the last time, put them on the table.
If Laszlo and the cause mean so much to you, you won't stop at anything.
All right, I'll make it easier for you.
Go ahead and shoot. You'll be doing me a favor.
Richard I tried to stay away.
I thought I would never see you again.
That you were out of my life.
The day you left Paris if you knew what I went through.
If you knew how much I loved you.
How much I still love you.
And then?
It wasn't long after we were married that Victor went back to Czechoslovakia.
They needed him in Prague, but there the Gestapo were waiting for him.
Just a two-line item in the paper:
"Victor Laszlo apprehended. Sent to concentration camp."
I was frantic. For months I tried to get word.
Then it came.
He was dead. Shot trying to escape.
I was lonely.
I had nothing, not even hope.
Then I met you.
Why weren't you honest with me?
Why'd you keep your marriage a secret?
It wasn't my secret, Richard.
Victor wanted it that way.
Not even our closest friends knew about our marriage.
That was his way of protecting me.
I knew so much about his work.
If the Gestapo found out I was his wife it would be dangerous for me and for those working with us.
And when did you first find out he was alive?
Just before you and I were to leave Paris together.
A friend came and told me that Victor was alive.
They were hiding him in a freight car on the outskirts of Paris.
He was sick. He needed me.
I wanted to tell you, but I didn't dare.
I knew you wouldn't have left Paris, and the Gestapo would have caught you.
Well well, you know the rest.
Well, it's still a story without an ending.
What about now?
Now?
I don't know.
I know that I'll never have the strength to leave you again.
And Laszlo?
You'll help him now, Richard, won't you?
You'll see that he gets out.
Then he'll have his work. All that he's been living for.
All except one.
He won't have you.
I can't fight it anymore.
I ran away from you once. I can't do it again.
Oh, I don't know what's right any longer.
You have to think for both of us.
For all of us.
All right.
I will.
Here's looking at you, kid.
I wish I didn't love you so much.
- I think we lost them.
- Yes.
I'm afraid they caught some of the others.
Come inside.
Come, Mr. Laszlo, I will help you immediately.
Carl, what happened?
The police break up our meeting, Herr Rick. We escaped at the last moment.
- Come up here a minute. - Yes, I come.
Turn out the light in the rear entrance.
It might attract the police.
- But Sascha always puts out that light.
- Tonight he forgot.
Yes, I come. I will do it.
- I want you to take Miss Lund home.
- Yes, sir.
It's nothing, just a little cut. We had to get through a window.
This might come in handy.
Thank you.
- Had a close one, eh?
- Yes, rather.
Don't you sometimes wonder if it's worth all this?
I mean, what you're fighting for.
We might as well question why we breathe.
If we stop breathing, we'll die.
If we stop fighting our enemies, the world will die.
What of it? Then it'll be out of its misery.
You know how you sound, Monsieur Blaine?
Like a man who's trying to convince himself of something he doesn't believe in his heart.
Each of us has a destiny.
For good, or for evil.
- I get the point.
- I wonder if you do.
I wonder if you know that you're trying to escape from yourself and that you'll never succeed.
You seem to know all about my destiny.
I know a good deal more about you than you suspect.
I know that you're in love with a woman.
It's perhaps a strange circumstance that we both should be in love with the same woman.
The first evening I came into this café I knew there was something between you and Ilsa.
Since no one is to blame I demand no explanation.
I ask only one thing.
You won't give me the letters of transit.
All right.
But I want my wife to be safe.
I ask you as a favor to use the letters to take her away from Casablanca.
You love her that much?
Apparently you think of me only as the leader of a cause.
Well, I am also a human being.
Yes, I love her that much.
- Monsieur Laszlo?
- Yes?
You'll come with us. We have a warrant for your arrest.
On what charge?
Captain Renault will discuss that with you later.
It seems that destiny has taken a hand.
You haven't any proof, and you know it.
This isn't Germany or occupied France.
All you can do is fine him and give him 30 days. You might as well let him go now.
I'd advise you not to be too interested in what happens to Laszlo.
If you were to help him escape--
What makes you think I'd stick my neck out for Laszlo?
Because, one, you bet 10,000 francs he'd escape.
Two, you've got the letters of transit.
Don't bother to deny it.
And you might do it simply because you don't like Strasser's looks.
As a matter of fact, I don't either.
They're all excellent reasons.
Don't count too much on my friendship.
In this matter I'm powerless.
Besides, I might lose the 10,000 francs.
You're not very subtle, but you are effective.
I get the point.
Yes, I have the letters.
But I intend using them myself.
I'm leaving Casablanca on tonight's plane. The last plane.
And I'm taking a friend with me.
One you'll appreciate.
- What friend?
- Ilsa Lund.
That ought to put your mind to rest about my helping Laszlo escape.
The last man I want to see in America.
You didn't come here to tell me this.
You have the letters of transit.
You can fill in your name and hers and leave anytime you please.
Why are you still interested in what happens to Laszlo?
I'm not. But I am interested in what happens to Ilsa and me.
We have a legal right to go, that's true but people have been held in Casablanca in spite of their legal rights.
What makes you think we want to hold you?
Ilsa is Laszlo's wife.
She probably knows things that Strasser would like to know.
Louis, I'll make a deal with you.
Instead of this petty charge against him, you could get something big something that would chuck him in a concentration camp for years...
- Be quite a feather in your cap, right?
- Certainly.
Germany-- Vichy would be very grateful.
Then release him.
You be at my place a half-hour before the plane leaves.
I'll have Laszlo come there to pick up the letters and that'll give you grounds to make the arrest.
You get him, and we get away.
To the Germans, that last will be just a minor annoyance.
There's still something about this I don't quite understand.
Miss Lund, she is very beautiful, yes but you were never interested in any woman.
- She isn't just any woman.
- I see.
How do I know you'll keep your end of the bargain?
I'll make the arrangements now with Laszlo in the visitor's pen.
I'm gonna miss you.
You're the only one in Casablanca who has less scruples than I.
Oh, thanks.
Go ahead, Ricky.
Call off your watchdogs when you let him go.
I don't want them around this afternoon.
I'm taking no chances, Louis, not even with you.
Should we draw up papers, or is a handshake good enough?
Certainly not good enough. But since I'm in a hurry, it'll have to do.
To get out of Casablanca and go to America...
You're a lucky man.
My agreement with Sam is that he gets 25 percent of the profits.
That still goes.
I happen to know he gets 10 percent. But he's worth 25.
Abdul, Carl and Sascha, they stay with the place or I don't sell.
Of course.
Rick's wouldn't be Rick's without them.
Well, so long.
Don't forget you owe Rick's 100 cartons of American cigarettes.
I shall remember to pay it to myself.
You're late.
I was informed when Laszlo left the hotel so I knew I'd be on time.
- I asked you to tie up your watchdogs.
- He won't be followed here.
This place will never be the same without you.
I know what you mean. But I've spoken to Ferrari. You'll still win at roulette.
- Is everything ready?
- I have the letters right here.
When we searched the place, where were they?
Sam's piano.
Serves me right for not being musical.
Here they are.
You better wait in my office.
Victor thinks I'm leaving with him. Haven't you told him?
Not yet.
But you were able to arrange everything?
Everything is quite all right.
We'll tell him at the airport.
The less time to think, the easier.
Please trust me.
Yes, I will.
- I don't know how to thank you.
- Save it. We've still lots of things to do.
- I brought the money.
- Keep it, you'll need it in America.
- But we made a deal.
- Never mind that.
- You won't have any trouble in Lisbon? - No.
It's all arranged. Good.
I've got the letters here, made out in blank.
All you have to do is fill in the signatures.
Victor Laszlo.
Victor Laszlo, you're under arrest.
The charge of accessory to the murder of the couriers from whom the letters were stolen.
You're surprised about my friend Ricky?
The explanation is simple.
Love, it seems, has triumphed over virtue. Thank--
Not so fast, Louis. Nobody is going to be arrested.
Not for a while yet.
- Have you lost your mind? - I have.
Sit down.
- Put that gun down.
- I don't want to shoot you but I will if you take one more step.
Under the circumstances, I will sit down.
- Keep your hands on the table.
- I wonder if you realize what this means.
I do.
We've got time to discuss that later.
Call off your watchdogs, you said.
Just the same, call the airport and let me hear you tell them.
And remember, this gun is pointed right at your heart.
That is my least vulnerable spot.
- Hello? Is that the airport?
This is Captain Renault speaking.
There'll be two letters of transit for the Lisbon plane.
There's to be no trouble about them.
Good.
My car, quickly!
This is Major Strasser.
Have a squad of police meet me at the airport at once.
At once, do you hear?
Hello, radio tower?
Lisbon plane taking off in 10 minutes, east runway.
Visibility, 1 1/2 miles.
Light ground fog.
Depth of fog approximately 500.
Ceiling unlimited.
Thank you.
Have your man go with Laszlo and take care of his luggage.
Certainly, Rick, anything you say.
Find Laszlo's luggage. Put it on the plane. Yes, sir.
This way, please.
If you don't mind, fill in the names. That'll make it more official.
You think of everything, don't you?
And the names are Mr. and Mrs. Victor Laszlo.
- But why my name, Richard?
- Because you're getting on that plane.
I don't understand.
What about you?
I'm staying with him till the plane gets away.
No. What has happened?
Last night you said--
Last night we said a great many things.
You said I was to do the thinking for us.
I've done a lot of it since then.
It adds up to one thing:
You're getting on that plane with Victor where you belong. - Richard, no--
- Now, you've got to listen to me.
Any idea what you'd have to look forward to if you stayed here?
Chances are we'd both wind up in a concentration camp. True, Louis?
I'm afraid Major Strasser would insist.
- You're saying this only to make me go.
- I'm saying it because it's true.
Inside of us we both know you belong with Victor.
You're part of his work, the thing that keeps him going.
If that plane leaves and you're not with him, you'll regret it.
Maybe not today, maybe not tomorrow, but soon, and for the rest of your life.
But what about us?
We'll always have Paris.
We didn't have- - We'd lost it until you came to Casablanca.
We got it back last night.
- When I said I would never leave you.
- And you never will.
But I've got a job to do too.
Where I'm going, you can't follow. What I've got to do you can't be any part of.
Ilsa, I'm no good at being noble.
But it doesn't take much to see that the problems of three little people don't amount to a hill of beans in this crazy world.
Someday you'll understand that.
Here's looking at you, kid.
- Everything is in order.
- All except one thing.
There's something you should know.
I don't ask you to explain anything.
I'm going to anyway. It may make a difference to you later on.
- You said you knew about Ilsa and me. - Yes.
You didn't know she was at my place last night when you were.
She came there for the letters of transit.
Isn't that true, Ilsa?
Yes.
She tried everything to get them. Nothing worked.
She did her best to convince me that she was still in love with me.
But that was all over long ago.
For your sake, she pretended it wasn't, and I let her pretend.
I understand.
- Here it is.
- Thanks.
I appreciate it.
Welcome back to the fight.
This time I know our side will win.
Are you ready, Ilsa?
Yes, I'm ready.
Goodbye, Rick.
God bless you.
You better hurry. You'll miss that plane.
I was right.
You are a sentimentalist.
Stay where you are.
I don't know what you're talking about.
What you just did for Laszlo.
That fairy tale you invented to send Ilsa away with him.
I know a little about women, my friend.
She went. But she knew you were lying.
Anyway, thanks for helping me out.
I suppose you know this isn't going to be pleasant for either of us.
Especially for you.
- I'll have to arrest you, of course.
- As soon as the plane goes, Louis.
What was the meaning of that phone call?
Victor Laszlo is on that plane.
Why do you stand here? Why don't you stop him?
Ask Monsieur Rick.
- Get away from that phone.
- I advise you not to interfere.
I was willing to shoot Captain Renault, and I'm willing to shoot you.
- Put that phone down.
- Get me the radio tower.
- Put it down!
Major Strasser has been shot.
Round up the usual suspects.
Well, Rick, you're not only a sentimentalist but you've become a patriot.
Maybe, but it seemed like a good time to start.
I think perhaps you're right.
It might be a good idea for you to disappear from Casablanca for a while.
There's a Free French garrison over at Brazzaville.
- I could be induced to arrange a passage.
- My letter of transit?
I could use a trip.
But it doesn't change our bet.
You still owe me 10,000 francs.
That 10,000 francs should pay our expenses.
- "Our" expenses? - Mm-hm.
Louis, I think this is the beginning of a beautiful friendship.
Dearest Stephanie,
If this letter is found on me, if this ever reaches you,
I want you to believe every word of it and try to understand.
It all began that night we arrived in Istanbul.
Oh, there's a gentleman waiting to see you. - Oh? ...
Mr. Graham?
Mrs. Graham?
Put it there.
It's a pleasure!
Kopeikine is the name. - How do you do...
You doubt that I am Kopeikine?
- No...
You think perhaps that I am not he?
My credentials!
Stephanie, take my word for it,
I didn't want to go out with that fellow Kopeikine, he's a pest!
I didn't even want him to join us for dinner, he just talked his way into it...
Mrs. Graham, I am going to deprive you of your husband for awhile.
Aren't we, Mr. Graham?
We got some business to talk over... Official.
Oh, can't we talk right here?
And bother your charming wife?
Oh... Well don't mind me.
If you have to talk to Mr. Kopeikine, dear...
Sure, we can go downstairs in the bar. - The bar...
Well, go to the bar if you want to, dear.
Maybe we will have a couple of drinks, too!
Well... the sooner you go, the sooner you'll be back.
Have a good time...
It's not a good time, it's business, he says.
Time is fleeing, Howard!
The company representative!
I'll be right back. - Be careful.
Howard, where are you going?
I thought you said we're going in the bar?
I know a much better place! Come on.
Oh, I haven't got my hat and coat.
It's just around the corner.
Kopeikine is our company's representative in Turkey.
And I guess he thought he ought to show me a good time...
I didn't want a good time. I wanted to stay with you!
He just took it for granted I didn't.
He dragged me off to that nightclub.
That's how I happened to meet that woman,
Josette.
I can't stay here very long, I've got to get back to the hotel.
Some number, huh?
I'd better get on back to the hotel.
You might take a shine to Josette!
After all, this little girl is very stupid.
Of course Josette is stupid too, but she has it!
Pardon me, Howard, I will be back very briefly.
You give me money?
What for?
Tip. - Oh.
You excuse me.
If you like me, I come back!
I want you to meet my friend. He's American.
Howard, I will present Josette and Gogo Martel. - How do you do?
You will sit please? - Thank you.
I enjoyed your dancing very much, Mamselle.
Nonsense to say that Americans are not polite.
They are so clever in business and yet so generous and sincere.
You hear that, Howard?
The champagne here is filthy. I do not wish to leave Istanbul with a headache.
How long do you stay here Mr. Graham?
Why, he leaves here tomorrow, too.
Yes, I'm leaving on the morning train.
I'm going as far as Batoumi by boat.
Pardon me sir. What kind of cigarettes do you smoke?
He is good, ain't he, Howard?
You, sir.
Ladies and gentlemen,
I will now present to you an unbelievable miracle that I learned in the mountain vastness of India.
And for this illusion, I will require the assistance of some kind and gracious gentleman from the audience...
Perhaps you, sir, the gentleman of the duck, if you would be so good?
And now ladies and gentlemen,
I will join my ancestors...
Don't worry, Howard!
Ah... there you are, Howard!
That was a good trick! What happened?
The boy didn't fire his gun, someone else did!
The magician is dead.
I didn't admit it, Stephanie, but I knew then that shot was meant for me...
You know how many months I spent for the company on the Turkish navy.
Well, time counts in this war, and now with me out of the way, it'll take all that time and more with somebody else out here before Turkey can get any new guns.
That's why they're after me.
This is terrible!
You've got me involved in a dirty nightclub shooting!
I've got to call my wife.
You've got to keep this out of the paper.
Howard, you are lucky.
Just think what happened to that magician, suppose the trick hadn't worked?
It's entirely beside the point!
I've got no business in here.
Howard... they are only doing their official duty for your own good.
Official duty!
The whole thing's so stupid!
I can forgive almost anything but stupidity.
Wish I'd brought my topcoat...
This is a scandal!
We have no business with the police.
Maybe we won't get our pictures in the papers.
Who's that?
That's Colonel Haki. This is his office.
He's the head of the secret police. - Secret police?
!
He was a deputy in the Provisional Government in 1919. One of Ataturk's men.
There is a legend he can drink two bottles of whisky without getting drunk.
There is also a legend that he killed prisoners by tying them together in pairs and throwing them in the river to save food and ammunition.
But I don't believe it.
He is a great patriot!
But I wouldn't trust him with a woman...
Colonel Haki will see Mr. Howard Graham now!
That's us, Howard.
Come!
You are Howard Graham?
Yes.
What of it?
You are employed by a munitions company in America?
What?
You are employed by a munitions company in America?
An armament manufacturer!
Bainbridge and Sons. - No, thank you!
This man can tell you all about it.
He's the local agent.
- We know that. - Then why ask me?
You're a naval ordinance expert. - Expert!
- Pardon?
- I'm an engineer, and naval ordinance just happens to be my subject.
Your government has assigned you through your company to do some important work here. - Now look...
I've got my instructions.
I've been ordered back to the States at once.
I'm only stopping here overnight!
I'm doing my best to steer clear of trouble.
You realize no doubt that you carry some valuable information?
Whatever that information is, it's safe enough: I've got it in my head.
That's precisely why you were brought here, Mr. Graham.
It's your head our government is so interested in.
Suppose you had been shot instead of that magician.
What do...
Don't be silly!
The Turkish navy can get along perfectly well without me.
The company would send out another man.
I'm not indispensable!
There are dozens of men with my qualifications. - Howard!
Somebody could be sent out from America. - Meanwhile...
Or England! To do my work over again.
Meanwhile the spring will be here.
And the Russian winter will be over, and those ships will still be lying in the dockyards at Izmir and Gallipoli, still waiting for their new guns and torpedo-tubes.
You are our military objective.
I don't understand you.
Mr. Howard Graham, you are a careful driver and an imaginative pedestrian.
You never ride horses nor climb mountains.
You do not hunt big game.
You never felt the slightest inclination to leap before an approaching express train.
I'm sure you never think of death.
If so, only on those occasions that you take out an insurance policy.
Mr. Graham,
Mr. Graham, as your excellent brain grasps what I am trying to say to you, it's perfectly simple.
Someone is trying to kill you.
You see?
Kanapen...
Kopeikine.
Kopeikine.
why did you take him to that cabaret?
He wanted a good time!
Pardon me, Howard, I will be back in a jiffy.
Pardon me, Mr. Graham,
I have quite a bad headache!
I have here so much work, so much... anxiety.
We know who's trying to kill you.
Here is his picture.
He is a thug in the employ of a Nazi agent, a man named Mueller, operating in Sofia.
He doesn't look very friendly.
Banat?
I thought you said his name was Mueller?
Mueller is his employer.
This man's name is supposed to be Peter Banat.
He is an assassin, a professional...
Mr. Graham, there are men who are natural killers.
Banat is one of them.
He was convicted ten years ago in Yashi of helping to kick a man to death.
He said that his price for killing a man has been as low as 5000 francs.
And expenses.
Now...
We know a week ago Mueller got in touch with Banat.
Tonight we learn Banat is here.
It was he who shot at you at the cabaret, a waiter identified him, I am dumbfounded.
But then I am dumbfounded every 25 minutes.
Can't you arrest this man?
We will when we find him.
But now we must get you back safely to America.
I'll get safely back to America, don't you worry.
It is always the same.
We are the only ones in a hurry, so we are the last.
If we miss the boat we can sue the government. - Mademoiselle...
Yes, we are leaving tonight for Batoumi.
This man is your husband?
We are partners.
My car is at your disposal.
Good night, Mr. Graham. - Good night.
The Talisia belongs to a private company which fronts a weekly service to small cargo boats between here and Batoumi.
I'm afraid it is little better than a floating slum!
Yet they carry a few passengers, twelve at most.
We have checked the list on the sailing... Every one of them is harmless.
What do you mean, go by boat?
I've got a reservation on the morning train.
My dear Graham, if you are to leave on that or any other train, you would be dead before you reached Batoumi.
This is much the best obvious way of getting you out of Turkey.
The middle of the Black Sea would be just as safe as your own office.
Oh I don't know...
That's quite a decision!
Graham...
I'm not asking you to decide anything,
I'm telling you what you must do.
You are, I must remind you, of great value to my country.
In your present state of health you must allow me to protect my country's interests in my own way.
I do not wish to harass you, but if you do not care to follow my instructions,
I shall have no alternative but to have you arrested.
I'll have an order issued for your deportation and have you put on board The Talisia under guard.
- I hope I make myself clear... - Quite clear!
Would you like to handcuff me now?
You'll just have time if you hurry. - Well, what...
- ... Arranges the best way for both of you. - Now look here, Colonel...
- Haki. - Colonel Haki...
You two know each other? - How do you do?
- Oh, yes.
What about my...
I've just got to see...
I've got to talk to her!
That man Kopeikine, he's with her at the hotel now...
Putting her mind at rest.
Haki thought he'd fool the Nazis by getting me out of Turkey through the Black Sea.
He didn't even let me call you up to say goodbye.
That girl Josette had nothing to do with it.
She and her partner just happened to be leaving on the same boat.
I thought you were going by train, Mr. Graham?
Maybe the police thought the sea air would do him good.
Come on, let's get our baggage through the customs. - That's one thing I won't have to worry about...
Howard, wait!
I came to say goodbye.
Ain't it nice for everything to have been arranged so quick?
Do you approve of my going on this boat?
I do, Howard.
By the way, have you a gun in your luggage?
I haven't got any luggage!
Then you better take this...
I picked it up on my way to see your wife. It is completely loaded.
What did she say?
- Here.
I don't need this!
Put it in your pocket, it will make you feel nicer to have it!
I never fired one of these things, you know!
That's a good one, Howard! - What?
You're a ballistics expert and you never fired a gun!
Well, I just never did!
It's very simple, you just point it and pull the trigger.
Oh, I know how it works. - Take it with you anyway.
Look Howard, they are loosing it.
You'd better go. Come!
Write me a line.
Uh...
Goodbye.
Goodbye, Howard.
I was just going to telephone my wife.
I will see that she is assured and safely on the train.
What's that?
Cows?
Mostly cows.
It's clever, isn't it?
What's clever?
For you, Graham, so unlikely means of transportation is better than a disguise...
Now with Mrs. Graham, it might be safer to practice a little deception, hmm?
What?
War is war.
You have your passport?
Oh... yes.
Oh, I've got my wife's here too...
And I see you're arming yourself...
It's one thing to be a soldier, is it not...
If the enemy is not looking for you in particular, because you're Mr. Howard Graham...
The fellow next to you will do just as nicely.
That's Stephanie's.
I will see to it that it is delivered... - Thank you.
You have this advantage over the soldier, Mr. Graham:
you can run away without being a coward.
Do not worry about your wife, Graham.
I will take care of her personally.
Happy journey.
This way.
Cabin 2.
Are you Cabin 2?
Graham, Howard?
- Yes.
Haven't you got any better accommodations?
The cabins are all the same, Monsieur.
About your luggage, we don't seem able to find it.
I haven't got any luggage!
- No luggage?
- That's right, no luggage!
- Hello! - I do not think that you are sincere after all.
What do you mean?
Tell me truthfully why you are on this boat.
You wouldn't believe me.
Very well, I'm not inquisitive.
Well if you really want to know, I took the boat to get away from somebody who's trying to shoot me.
I'd sooner you'd be grave about lying than joke about killing.
If you wish me to like you, you mustn't say such things.
I apologize.
Are you going somewhere on behalf of a dancing engagement?
India perhaps, I do not know. I hope so.
So much is closed on account of the war.
How long have you been dancing?
Since I was 10, that's 20 years ago.
You see, I do not lie to you about my age.
I was born in the Pyrenees, my mother and father were very poor.
But honest, no doubt?
Oh no... my father was not at all honest.
I tell everything about myself but about you I know nothing, except that you have a nice house...
I hardly ever hear english spoken, so I am interested at once.
You are English, sir?
American.
I am Turkish.
I sell tobacco.
Thermo Pazar and Company.
My name is Mr. Kuvetli, sir.
My name is Howard Graham.
This is Mademoiselle Josette. - So good.
My boss Pazar cannot speak english and he cannot write, he is ignorant.
I reply to all favors from England and elsewhere abroad, but he knows slot about tobacco!
We produce best. Please...
Try cigarette made with tobacco from Thermo Pazar and Company, please.
It's stuffy in here, I would like to go outside.
You will come with me?
Thank you, Mr. Kuvetli. Will you join us?
Cannot you be quiet!
You are keeping the whole ship awake. Shh!
I'm terribly sorry...
See you later. - Yes, please.
I do not like that man.
Personally I like the Turks.
Would you like to go upstairs?
I really ought to get some sleep.
As you wish.
It's been quite a night!
Wish I'd brought my topcoat.
It is pretty up there.
Gogo is probably asleep.
He will want to play cards with you tomorrow.
I'll try to think of a game that I play well.
He would win in any case, but I have warned you.
I'll remember that when I lose.
Stephanie, you must have known when you married me that I'm nothing very special.
I'm a good naval engineer but outside of that I'm no hero.
I think maybe I'm a coward.
You used to laugh at me sometimes and call me a stuffed shirt.
So please, Stephanie, try to understand about that girl.
I just needed somebody to talk to. I'm lonely, Stephanie.
I'm scared.
- Hello.
- Good afternoon.
My name is Haller, Dr. Fritz Haller.
Mine is Howard Graham.
I should explain I am a German.
A good German of the former Germany.
I am on my way back to Tehran.
I am travelling on a League of Nations passport.
I'm an American.
This steward is an imbecile.
The French lady and her husband at the next table were placed again.
They objected to eating with what they call the enemy, insulted me and moved.
The food here is very monotonous without conversation.
I agree with you there.
You've been long in Turkey?
A few weeks.
I came there from Persia.
- Oil?
- No, Mr. Graham. Archeology. - Oh.
I was investigating the early pre-Islamic cultures.
Forgive me, I am boring you already. - Oh, not at all.
War!
It is not businesslike. It makes it very difficult to earn money.
Money?
You say that?
Well, I take no side. I do not care who wins.
War is terrible!
War is stupid... it is all very bad for business.
Thirst for food and tongues for the wise!
I think I will go now and look after my wife. Excuse me, please? - Certainly.
War is the last refuge of the capitalist.
He talks like a fool, but you should take no notice, Monsieur.
He was a brave soldier, he won the silver war badge.
A little piece of silver outside the chest to serenade the little piece of steel inside, eh?
It is the women I think who should fight these wars.
They're more ferocious as patriots than the men.
Don't you agree, sir?
Me?
Please.
I am neutral, you understand.
I know nothing, I have no opinion, I sell tobacco.
Tobacco?
In Istanbul?
What company?
Pazar and Company, Istanbul. - Pazar?
I don't under...
I see...
There is Trabzon!
We should go ashore and get some real food! It'll be such a relief to get out of here...
All those mosques and minarets! Are you not coming?
Good afternoon.
Good afternoon.
"Good afternoon", is that all you have to say?
What should I say?
I thought that all Americans get out of bed early to eat a big breakfast.
I get out of bed at 10, but you're nowhere to be found.
The steward says you're still in your cabin.
Excuse?
I didn't get to bed until 6. - Oh?
How do you do?
Do you play poker?
Why, certainly...
But not very well.
I told you.
She thinks because I win I cheat.
I do not care what she thinks!
People are not compelled by law to play cards with me.
Why do they squeal like stuck pigs when they lose?
Well, it is illogical.
It's very boring to listen to english!
I'm going to drink some brandy.
Let's go out on deck.
He's very unpleasant today.
It's because he's disappointed.
He thought there were going to be some pretty little girls he could roll his eyes at.
He always has great success with pretty little girls and old women.
Are you coming?
Sorry, Mr...
Colonel Haki told me he'd send you ahead to meet me in Batoumi.
The boat stopped at Trabzon, I sent you the cable.
"Stephanie dearest, I think of you all the time, I dream about you at night. "
That's right. One message, two addresses.
Send it right off.
"Looked for wire here but none. Heaven's sake why?"
"Everything that has happened beyond my control."
That's fine, thank you.
"See you Grand Hôtel Batoumi Saturday.
I love you only you."
Very good, sir.
Ah, there you are, Professor...
Good razor, thank you. - Not at all.
Didn't go ashore?
No, Mr. Graham. My wife is still indisposed. - Oh, sorry.
I thought you were going to see the sites with Mr....
Kuvetli?
Oh, so that is his name?
He speaks german quite well.
I think he's traveled quite a bit.
He interests me, this Kuvetli. He has a way of talking without saying anything.
Maybe it's got something to do with his being a salesman.
He is too simple to be true.
Who ever heard of a simple Turkish businessman?
No, he is a man who wishes to be underrated.
Why?
He's not trying to sell us tobacco.
Perhaps as you suggest he regards the world as his customer.
We have a new passenger.
The Greek woman at the next table, you remember I told you her husband was killed in Athens?
Quiet, she'll hear you!
Mr. Graham, did you enjoy your excursion ashore this afternoon?
Why... I didn't go.
I was, but...
- Yes?
- I want to talk to the Captain.
Now what's the matter, Monsieur?
It's absolutely necessary that I be put ashore immediately!
I want to be put ashore!
It's too late...
The pilot-boat is gone.
I'm willing to pay.
This is a ship, Monsieur. Not a taxi.
We carry cargo around on a schedule.
This is a question of life and death.
- Well, naturally...
- A man on this boat is here for the express purpose of murdering me.
I am not crazy!
No, not at all, Monsieur.
Now what's his name?
Banat.
B-A-N-A-T.
Just a minute.
What's so funny?
There's no one by that name.
He's the passenger who sat across from me at dinner!
- The number 7 cabin.
- I don't know what his number is.
Mavrodopoulos.
Why, he's a Greek businessman.
Will you please radio Colonel Haki of the Turkish police in Istanbul...
We are no longer in Turkish territorial waters!
In any case our wireless is for navigational purposes only...
I tell you the man means to kill me!
Why?
Because he's been paid to kill me!
Who pays him?
- The...
Can't you speak english?
The Captian speaks only greek, italian, russian and turkish, Monsieur.
But I understand.
You have perhaps had a bad dream. - I haven't had any bad...
I suggest that you lie down in your cabin for awhile.
And remember, nobody's going to murder you on this ship.
There are too many people.
In any case this ship stops in Batoumi and not before.
Now if you'll excuse me, I have work to do.
And if you close the door as you go out.
Boom boom!
- Hello, Mr. Graham. - Good evening.
It's going to be nasty out tomorrow. - Yes, it is.
I don't mind. But I'm afraid my wife doesn't like it...
What are you doing out there?
You'll catch cold, come back to bed.
You should go back to bed yourself, chérie. You're more delicate than I.
Have you got a wife, sir?
Yes I have. Excuse me.
- Has your wife got a bad temper, Mr. Graham? - No, very good.
You're lucky.
For years I lived in misery.
Then one day I made a great discovery.
There was a socialist meeting and I went to it.
I wasn't a socialist, understand...
I went to this meeting because I was curious. The speaker was good.
Then a week later we went out with some friends, and I repeated what I heard.
My wife laughed in a very peculiar way, and when I got home, I made a discovery.
I found out my wife was a snob, and even more stupid than I dreamed.
She said that I humiliated her by saying such things as if I believed them.
And all her friends were respectable people, and I mustn't speak as if I was a working man.
She wept!
Then I knew that I was free.
Mr. Graham, I bought books and pamphlets to make my arguments more damaging.
My wife became very docile.
She even cooked things I liked, just so I wouldn't disgrace her.
I see.
So...you don't believe these things you say?
- No.
That's where my little joke comes in.
Mr. Graham, for awhile I was free, then a terrible thing happened.
I found I began to believe these things that I said.
These books I read showed me that I'd found a truth.
I, a capitalist by instinct, became a socialist by conviction.
Worse than that, there was a strike at the factory, and I, the manager, supported the strikers!
I didn't belong to a union, naturally, and so I was dismissed. It was ridiculous!
So here I am.
I've become a man in my home at the price of becoming a bore outside.
Josette!
Banking!
What is banking but usury?
And where has our American been?
Today the usurers are the gods of the earth, and the only mortal sin is to be poor.
There are so many poor people it is terrible!
Banking!
What does he know about banking?
I thought you were ill, sir? You are better now?
Yes, thanks.
You've been ill?
I...felt tired.
It is the ventilation.
I myself have felt a nausea and a headache since we got on this ship.
We should complain!
Mrs. Matthews is right.
The ventilation isn't good.
I think we should go outside.
I know you must be ill, you are polite!
I'll go with you.
It was not at all stuffy in the saloon.
Now you shall tell me what is really the matter.
Chéri, I am sorry, but I have seen people who are afraid before.
They do not look at all like people who are tired or people who feel faint in a stuffy room.
They have a special look about them.
Their faces look very small and gray around the mouth.
And they can't keep their hands still.
I'm glad we can walk like this together.
Good evening, Mr. Graham. Taking your constitutional, I see?
Remember I told you I came on this ship to avoid somebody who was trying to shoot me?
Yes, I remember. It was a bad joke.
A very bad joke. Only it's true.
You're lying to me!
I'm afraid not.
What have you done that someone should wish to kill you?
Nothing.
Some business competitors don't want me to get back to America.
You are lying!
Yes I am lying, but not very much.
There are some people who don't want me to get back to the States.
Who are they?
I only know one.
His name is Mueller or Miller or something...
He lives in Sofia, he's a Nazi agent.
- The salaud!
But he cannot touch you now!
I'm afraid he can.
That fat man aboard is working for him.
The Greek?
He's not a Greek.
His real name is Banat.
He's been hired to kill me.
- How do you know?
- I've seen his picture.
- This is not very nice. - No, it's not.
He knows you suspect him, he was watching you.
Kuvetli was watching you also.
You look so curious, you see.
You mean I look frightened?
Frightened to death!
I was frightened, I'll admit it.
Why shouldn't I be?
I'm not used to people trying to kill me.
Besides, somebody's stolen my gun.
You needn't worry.
I can tell you something.
This fat man doesn't carry a gun. - How do you know?
His clothes are tight.
If he carried a gun, one could see the shape of it in his pocket.
He's got a gun, I know.
He must keep it in his cabin.
He's in the saloon now.
I could see that he doesn't go to his cabin for a long time.
- How?
- Gogo will do it.
I will not have to tell Gogo anything about you. Gogo will play cards with him.
Will Gogo ask him?
I will tell Gogo that I saw this man open a wallet with a lot of money in it.
Gogo will see that he plays cards... You don't know Gogo.
- Are you sure he can keep him in there?
- I'll make certain.
You wait here.
Won't you join me, Mr. Graham?
I'm just getting some fresh air. - Oh.
To see the land from a ship, or to see a ship from the land...
I used to like both. Now I dislike both.
When a man reaches my age, he grows I think to resent subconsciously the movement of everything except the respiratory muscles which keep him alive.
Movement is change.
And to an old man, change means death.
Excuse me.
I think I will say good night, Mr. Graham. - Good night.
Good night, Mademoiselle.
I mustn't stay.
I came only to tell you that it's all right. - Good.
But be sure to come back to the saloon after you have been to his cabin so that I know that you have finished.
Boom boom!
Oh Mr. Graham, I have been waiting for you.
This is what you have been looking for, isn't it?
Close the door, please.
I thought I had better keep this for Mavrodopoulos.
Banat!
Banat's easier to say.
I wonder if your name happens to be Mueller.
You have guessed it, Mr. Graham. I am Mueller.
But I rather like myself as an archeologist.
I got my little speeches from this.
The Sumerian Pantheon by Fritz Haller.
Mr. Graham, I should not like to think of you being murdered by any employee of mine.
But as things stand at the present, you will be dead within a very few moments of your landing at Batoumi tomorrow morning.
If you should die before you get back to America, somebody else will be sent here to take your place, but your work will be delayed.
That is all we're interested in.
Mr. Graham, you are a fortunate man!
What does that mean?
- You are going to catch typhus. - What?
When you get to Batoumi tomorrow morning, you'll be taken to a small, private hospital.
In six weeks, you will have recovered.
How does that appeal to you, Mr. Graham?
Has it occurred to you that I might not be so stupid as you think?
Graham, you are a fool!
You know nothing, nothing!
Oh, I don't?
One of the things you do not know is that Colonel Haki considered it advisable to install one of his agents onboard this ship to watch over you.
I tried hard yesterday to interest you in Mr. Kuvetli.
Are you trying to tell me that Kuvetli is a Turkish agent?
I wanted to see you before he made himself known to you.
He has his duty to do, and doubtless will have evolved some laborious plan for getting you to safety.
What I wanted to warn you against is telling him of my suggestion.
It will be embarrassing for both of us if an agent of the Turkish government should know of our little deception.
You see what I mean, Mr. Graham?
If you let Mr. Kuvetli into our secret, you destroy your only chance of returning to America alive.
It's a solemn thought, isn't it?
Graham?
Graham!
Go to the wall.
I'm in the next cabin.
- Well?
- This is Kuvetli.
We'll meet on the well deck in five minutes.
Leave before me and wait there.
I think it best if no more of your conversations are overheard.
All right.
- Where are you?
- Here, Graham!
If you're a Turkish agent, why didn't you tell me earlier?
From Colonel Haki to you.
I was sworn to keep my identity secret...until necessary.
Did you know that Mueller was aboard?
I didn't know it was Mueller, until I saw him talking to Banat.
Mueller wants me to lay low in some sort of private hospital for awhile.
Did you overhear that, too?
He underrates you, Graham.
He simply tried to persuade you to allow yourself to be murdered in the most convenient manner.
Oh...
And I'll be killed if I accept his proposal... and I'll be killed if I don't.
Not necessarily.
You must go back to Mueller. You must tell him you agree to his suggestion.
Tell him you do not trust me. Tell him I threatened you.
What with?
Death?
That'd be a little silly, wouldn't it?
Not so silly, Graham.
You must obey my orders. - Well...
I'm a Turk, Graham.
I fought with the Gazi for Turkey's freedom.
I'm ready to give my life to protect the great work we have done.
Do you think it strange then, that I should not hesitate to give yours?
I guess not.
I'll do anything you say. - Good.
Now tonight after you have seen Mueller, you must go to your cabin and lock yourself in. - All right.
But early tomorrow morning, before the ship docks, you must go to the cabin at the end of the corridor, cabin number 5.
It's empty. Stay there.
Mueller and Banat will have to wait for you on the dock.
But I shall have gone ashore earlier on the pilot boat to arrange for their arrest.
Now do you understand?
Yes, I think I do.
You feel better now, hmm?
Good luck, Graham.
- You have seen Kuvetli?
- I have.
Well?
I've decided to accept your advice.
- At Kuvetli's suggestion?
- My own.
Did he mention me by name?
Yes. He warned me against you.
And how did you treat the warning?
I've decided to ignore it and follow your plan.
I don't trust that fellow. We've got to throw him off the scent somehow.
Kuvetli will cause no trouble.
Good morning Madam, I'd like to speak to your husband for a moment.
Of course, I'm easy to approach. You look serious, my friend.
I'll be back in a minute. - Come in here, sir.
- I need your help. - Why, certainly!
- I want you to take a message for me. - All right.
Mr. Matthews, in a way, at the moment...
I'm in the enjoined services of the Allied Governments.
When I get off the ship this morning, there's a good chance I may be killed by German agents.
You're in the American secret service?
I want you to go to the Turkish Consul in Batoumi, and give them a message for me.
What's the message?
Tell him to tell Colonel Haki,
H-A-K-I in Istanbul, that I'm in trouble.
Is that all? - Well...
In the event of my death, ask him to notify the American Consul.
Of course, Mr. Graham.
I'd like to say something about my wife.
I understand, you're in the American secret service.
One doesn't confide these things. But I'm not a fool!
Why don't we take our revolvers and shoot down...
Wait a minute!
Did you say you had a revolver?
Why no, I haven't got any revolver. - Oh.
But I thought of course that you had.
I'm sorry, Mr. Graham.
I'll...deliver your message though.
Thanks.
She will come back.
Why don't you sit down and wait?
You don't understand, eh?
She is very pretty, no? But she has no sense.
She is a woman, and women do not understand business.
I'm Josette's partner, so I have an interest in Josette.
You wish to marry her?
What?
I do not give her up for nothing.
Together Josette and me, we earn 2000 francs a week by dancing.
It's a lot of money, huh?
- Look! - But I will give her up.
- Have you got a revolver?
- A revolver?
You do not believe that we earn 2000 francs a week?
Oh sure...only...
Why don't you and I and Josette get off the boat together?
Then we can talk about all of this later.
Well chéri, is everything settled?
He wants us to meet him later. - No, I mean...
Your car is waiting, Mr. Graham. - Oh.
Go on, chéri. We'll all meet later.
Excuse me.
We will join you on the dock.
Mr. Graham!
I'm sorry about the gun, Mr. Graham.
But I do have a knife!
Please take it.
I know...
Take it anyway. One thing more.
I have this.
I don't know what I'll do with that.
Nor do I, but look!
I put a point on it.
Good morning.
Goodbye, Mr. Graham. I'll be discreet.
Discreet?
What is there to be discreet about?
Ah, you may ask!
Mr. Graham and I are going to blow up the Bank of England...
Seize Parliament, shoot the gentry, and set up a Communist government!
You should not say such things, even for a joke! - A joke!
You'll find out if it's a joke or not... when we drag these people through their houses, and shoot them down with machine guns!
- If someone should hear you say such things! - Let them hear!
Goodbye, Mr. Graham. Good luck. - Thank you.
Sorry.
I haven't seen Mr. Kuvetli this morning.
I hope that everything's going to be all right.
This way please, Mr. Graham.
Excuse me.
Mr. Graham! You have a weapon.
What did you think you would do with this?
I don't know.
I just thought I'd bring it along.
The tire!
Is Mrs. Howard Graham registered here?
Room 55. She arrived this morning.
May I speak to her, please?
Who should I say is calling?
Her husband.
Hello, Stephanie? This is Howard.
Howard! Well come right up!
- Where's the elevator?
- Right here, sir...
Fifth floor.
- Stephanie! - Howard darling!
It's wonderful to see you!
But darling, what happened to you?
Where have you been?
I'll tell you all about it in the tub. What I need is a good hot bath.
Your company representative's here, Mr. Ridgely.
Bill Ridgely?
But darling, we've been looking all over town for you. Your boat got in this morning!
We'll talk it all over later... Hello, Bill! - Hello, Howard.
You are late.
Better late than never, that's what I always say.
If you gentlemen will excuse me...
I'm sure you two old friends must have a lot to talk about!
It was very stupid of you to come here, Mr. Graham.
You have been a lot of trouble. More trouble than you are worth.
Let us get this over as quickly as possible. - Howard!
... Oh, Howard!
Yes, Stephanie?
If you and Mr. Ridgely have any business to talk over, please go right ahead and don't worry about me.
I'm invited downstairs for a cocktail. You're to join us as soon as you're through.
I am perfectly willing to spare your wife.
I didn't see how I could refuse.
You'll forgive me, Mr. Ridgely?
Where are you going, dear?
Mrs. Graham, may I present a business associate, Mr. Banat?
How do you do, Mr. Banat.
Oh...and Mr. Graham, Mr. Banat.
I hate to take your husband away from you, Mrs. Graham.
That's quite all right. I'm quite used to it.
Besides, tonight I have company.
A charming gentleman. He flew with me from Istanbul.
Perhaps you've heard of him... Colonel Haki.
Mrs. Graham, I wonder if you would do your husband a great favor and come with me. - Why...
It will only be a moment.
But I don't understand.
Please, it will all be explained later.
Won't you please go down to the lobby and hold Colonel Haki there for a moment?
Of course, Mr. Ridgely, if you put it that way. - Thank you.
Come in, come in!
Is this Mr. Graham's room?
- Yes.
Is this Mr. Graham?
- Yes.
That stupid clerk here asked me if I wanted to speak to Mr. or Mrs. Graham...
That would mean that you are married?
Yes.
Do not be embarrassed, chéri, we can still be friends. - Well...
You think I'm angry, you don't believe me. I will prove it.
Gogo is on his way up to settle matters with you. But I will stop him.
No! ...
No, don't do that.
The best way.
Goodbye, Mr. Graham. All men are not sincere.
All through already?
Have you seen Colonel Haki anywhere?
Colonel Haki? I saw him just a moment ago.
A crazy man just shot at me!
They're crazy!
- That's terrible! - What happened?
He says a man has fallen in the street.
A crazy man just shot at me!
Mr. Ridgely!
Professor Haller!
Graham! Look out!
"Stephanie, I can't understand why you're mad at me.
"That girl didn't mean a thing to me, really. Won't you please..."
Good evening! - Oh, hello.
You're writing a letter?
I'm trying to finish one I started on the boat.
He says he's got a message for you from Stephanie. - Oh?
Mrs. Graham. - All right.
No speaky!
"Could you please forgive me.
"I love you more than anyone in the whole world..."
He says she's waiting for you upstairs!
Tell her to hold her horses!
"Your devoted husband..."
I wonder why do you always finish the letters you're going to tear up?
"Howard."
My compliments, Graham!
Banat is a dangerous man, you had no gun.
I got mad.
I spent too much time running away.
Sous-titres: Isabelle Audinot Sous-titrage:
The magnificence of the Ambersons began in 1873
Their splendour lasted throughout all the years that saw their midland town spread and darken into a city.
In that town, in those days, all the women who wore silk or velvet knew all the other women who wore silk or velvet and everybody knew everybody else's family horse and carriage.
The only public advance was the street car.
A lady could whistle to it from an upstairs window and the car would hold at once and wait for her while she shut her window, put on her hat and coat, went downstairs, found an umbrella
told the girl what to have for dinner and came forth from the house.
Too slow for us nowadays, because the faster we are carried the less time we have to spare.
During the earlier years of this period while bangs and bustles were having their way with women, there were seen men of all ages to whom a hat meant only that rigid tall silk thing known to impudents as a "stove pipe."
But the long contagion of the derby had arrived:
one season the crown of this hat would be a bucket, next it would be a spoon.
Every house still kept its bootjack, but high top boots gave way to shoes and congress gaiters and these were played through fashions that shaped them now with toes like box ends, and now with toes like the prows of racing shells.
Trousers with a crease were considered plebeian; the crease proved that the garment had lain upon a shelf, and hence was ready-made.
With evening dress, a gentleman wore a tan overcoat...so short that his black coattails hung visible 5 inches below the overcoat.
But after a season or two he lengthened his overcoat till it touched his heels.
And he passed out of his tight trousers into trousers like great bags.
In those days, they had time for everything:
time for sleigh rides, and balls, and assemblies, and cotillions.
And open house on New Year's, and all-day picnics in the woods.
And even that prettiest of all vanished customs, the serenade.
Of a summer night, young men would bring an orchestra under a pretty girl's window a flute, harp, fiddle, cello, coronet, bass viole, would presently release their melodies to the dulcet stars.
Against so home-spun a backdrop, the magnificence of the Ambersons was as conspicuous as a brass band at a funeral.
There it is!
The Amberson mansion!
- The pride of the town!
- Well, well... $60,000 for the woodwork alone!
- Hot and cold running water... - Upstairs and down.
And stationary washstands in every last bedroom in the place.
Is Miss Amberson at home?
No sir, Mr. Morgan. Miss Amberson's not home.
Well, thanks Sam...
No sir, Miss Amberson ain't home for you, Mr. Morgan.
Thanks.
- I guess she's still mad at him.
- Isabel. - Major Amberson's daughter.
Eugene Morgan's her best beau!
Took a bit too much to drink the other night right out here,
- and stepped clean through the bass fiddle that was serenading' her!
I haven't seen her since she got back from abroad.
Well sir, I don't know as I know just how to put it, but she's, she's kind of a, delightful-looking young lady.
Wilbur? Wilbur Minafer?
I never thought he'd get her.
Well, whaddya know!
Well, Wilbur may not be any Apollo, as it were, but he's a steady young businessman.
Wilbur Minafer!
Looks like Isabel's pretty sensible for such a showy girl.
- To think of her taking' him!
- Yes, just because a man any woman would like a thousand times better was a little wild one night
- at a serenade. - What she minds was him makin' a clown of himself in her own front yard.
Made her think he didn't care much about her!
She's probably mistaken, but it's too late for her to think anything else now.
The wedding will be a big Amberson style thing...
Raw oysters floating in scooped-out blocks of ice, a band, from out of town, and then Wilbur will take
Isabel on the carefullest little wedding trip he can manage.
And she'll be a good wife to him, but they'll have the worst-spoiled lot of children this town will ever see.
How on earth do you figure that out, Mrs. Foster?
She couldn't love Wilbur, could she?
Well! It'll all go to her children.
And she'll ruin them.
The prophetess proved to be mistaken in a single detail merely,
Wilbur and Isabel did not have "children," they had only one.
Only one, But I'd like to know if he isn't spoiled enough for a whole carload!
Again, she found none to challenge her and George Amberson Minafer, the Major's one grandchild, was a princely terror.
Hey! Go, I guess you think you own this town?
There were people...grown people they were, who expressed themselves longingly.
They did hope to live to see the day, they said, when that boy would get his come-uppance.
- His...what?
- His come-uppance. Something's bound to take him down some day.
I only want to be there!
Nah, the little girly-curly,
Nah, the little girly-curly,
Say Bob, where'd you steal your mother's old sash?
Your sister stole it for me!
She stole it off our old clothesline and gave it to me!
You go get your hair cut!
You and I haven't got any sister! Yeah, I know you haven't at home.
I mean the one that's in jail! I dare you to get out of that pony cart!
I dare you outside that gate!
I dare ya half way here I dare ya!
Little boy!
That'll be enough of that!
You stop that, you!
I guess you don't know who I am!
Yes I do, and you're a disgrace to your mother!
You shut up about my mother! She outta be ashamed of a bad little boy like you!
Be silent you billy goat, you!
Pull down your vest, and wipe off your chin, and go to hell!
What!
This was heard not only by myself, but by my wife, and the lady who lives next door.
He's an old liar. Georgie...you mustn't say "liar."
Dear, did you say what he says you did?
Well, first I wouldn't wipe a shoe on that old storyteller...
Georgie, you mustn't! - I mean none of us Amberson's wouldn't have anything to do with him.
- That's not what we're talking about. I'll bet if he wanted to see any of us, he'd have to go around to the side door.
- No, you shouldn't say...
- Please, father! Forgive me, he doesn't see a very tactful person, but...
He's just...riff-raff!
And you must promise me never to use those bad words again.
I promise not to... unless I get mad at somebody.
Wait'll they send him away to school.
Then he'll get it! They'll knock the stuffing' out of him!
But George returned with the same stuffing.
Bloody siz!
See here Bub, does your mother know that you're out!
Turn down your pants, you would-be dude! When Mr. George Amberson Minafer came home for the holidays in his sophomore year,
Nothing about him encouraged any hope that he had received his come-uppance.
Cards were out for a ball in his honour.
And this pageant of the tenantry was the last of the great long-remembered dances that everybody talked about.
Hello there that big bow window... that's where they'll put the Major when his time comes...
Now don't you look at me like that, Major!
- Georgie!
There was a time though in your fourth month that you were so puny, nobody thought you'd live!
- Where's Fanny?
Isabel...
This your boy, Isabel?
- George, this is Mr. Morgan. - Remember you very well indeed.
George, you never saw me before in your life.
But from now on, you're going to see a lot of me.
- I hope. - I hope so too, Eugene.
Where's Wilbur?
You'll find him in the game room with some of the others.
He never was much for parties, remember?
Yes, I remember.
I'll come back for a dance.
Please do.
- Eugene Morgan, Major Amberson.
Remember you very well indeed. Remember you very well indeed.
Miss Morgan.
(Jeeve!
Remember you very well indeed!
You don't remember her either, Georgie. But of course you will.
Miss Morgan's from out of town.
You might take her up to the dancing, I think you've pretty well done your duty here.
Be delighted.
- What did you say your name was?
(Oh, well, I'm certainly glad you're back.)
(It's nice to be back too, Jack.
It's been a long time.) Who's that?
Oh, I didn't catch his name when my mother presented him to me.
You mean the queer-looking duck?
- The who? - The queer-looking duck.
Oh, I wouldn't say that.
The one with him is my Uncle Jack.
Honourable Jack Amberson.
I thought everybody knew him.
He looks as though everybody ought to know him. Seems to run in your family.
Well, I suppose almost everybody does know him. Out in this part of the country especially.
- Uncle Jack's pretty well-known. He's a congressman, you know. - Oh, really?
The family always liked to have somebody in Congress.
It's sort of a good thing, in one way.
- Hello, Lucy! - Hello!
How do all these ducks get to know you so quick?
Oh, I've been here a week.
Seems to me you've been pretty busy!
- Most of these... - Hello, Lucy! - Hello!
Most of these ducks, I don't know what my mother invited them here for, anyway.
Don't you like them?
Oh I used to be president of a club we had here and some of them belonged to it.
But I don't care much for that sort of thing anymore.
I really don't see why my mother invited 'em.
Maybe she didn't want to offend their fathers and mothers.
I hardly think that my mother need worry about offending anybody in this old town.
Must be wonderful, Mr. Amberson. Mr. Minafer, I mean.
- What must be wonderful?
- To be so important as that.
- Oh, that isn't important. - (Good evening.) - Good evening.
Anybody that really is anybody oughta be able to do about as they like in their own town, I should think.
- Well! How's that for a bit of freshness! - What was?
- That queer-looking duck waving his hand at me like that.
He meant me! Oh, he did?
Everybody seems to mean you!
- See here, are you engaged to anybody? - No!
You certainly seem to know a good many people! Papa does.
He used to live in this town before I was born. - Where do you live now?
- We've lived all over.
What do you keep moving around so for?
Is he a...promoter? No, he's an inventor.
Oh?
What's he invented?
- Georgie. - Grandfather.
Just lately he's been working on a new kind of horseless carriage.
Horseless carri...automobile? Well, well.
Don't you approve of them, Mr. Minafer?
Oh, yes...they're all right.
You know, I'm just beginning to understand.
Understand what? What?
What it means to be a real Amberson in this town.
Papa told me something about it before we came, but I see he didn't say half enough.
Did your father say he knew the family before he left here?
I don't think he meant to boast of it. He spoke of it quite calmly.
Most girls are usually pretty fresh.
They oughta go to a man's college for about a year. Men get taught a few things about freshness.
Look here, who sent you those flowers you keep making such a fuss over?
- Who's he? - The queer-looking duck.
- I've come for that dance! Oh, him...
I suppose he's some old widower. Heh; some old widower!
Yes, he is a widower!
I ought to have told you before.
He's my father.
Oh. Well that's a horse on me. If I'd known he was your...
This is our dance.
But I guess I won't insist on it.
George, dear; are you enjoying the party? Yes mother, very much.
Will you please excuse us?
Miss Morgan...
Eggnog, anybody?
Not for me, sir.
I see that you kept your promise, Gene.
Isabel, I remember the last drink Gene ever had.
Fact is, I believe if he hadn't broken that bass fiddle,
Isabel never would have taken Wilbur. Heh, what do you think, Wilbur?
I shouldn't be surprised.
If your notion's right, I'm glad Gene broke the fiddle.
What do you say about it, Isabel? By Jingo!
She's blushing!
Who wouldn't blush?
The important thing is that Wilbur did get her, and not only got her, but kept her.
There's another important thing...that is, for me.
In fact, it's the only thing that makes me forgive that bass viole for getting in my way.
- Well, what's that?
You havin' a good time?
I don't suppose you ever gave up smoking...
No, sir.
Well, I've got some Havanas.
Your ears don't burn, young lady?
- Would you care for some refreshments, Miss Morgan?
What did you say your name was?
Morgan.
Funny name...
Everybody else's name always is.
I didn't mean it was really funny.
That's just one of the crowd's bits of horsing in college.
I knew your last name was Morgan.
I meant your first name.
- Lucy.
Is "Lucy" a funny name, too?
- No... Lucy's very much all right.
- Thanks. Here they are.
Here they are, Henry.
- Are they?
- Thanks for what?
Thanks about letting my name be Lucy.
Good-bye.
I've got this dance with her.
- With who?
- With Isabel, of course.
18 years have passed...but have they? Tell me, have you danced with poor old Fanny too, this evening?
Twice.
Wilbur...
My gosh, old times certainly are starting all over again... Not a bit! There aren't any old times.
When times are gone they aren't old - they're dead.
- What are you studying in school?
- I beg your pardon?
- What are you studying in school?
- College.
Oh, lots of useless guff.
Why don't you study some useful guff?
What do you mean "useful?"
Something you can use later in your business or profession.
I don't intend to go into any business or profession.
- No?
- No!
Why not? Well...just look at them.
That's a fine career for a man, isn't it?
Lawyers, bankers, politicians!
What do they ever get out of life, I'd like to know?
What they know about real things?
Where do they ever get?
What do you want to be?
- What good are they? They always break down!
Oh, of course they do!
- Horseless carriages! Automobiles!
People aren't going to spend their lives lying on their backs in the road letting grease drip on their faces.
No, I think your father better forget about them.
Papa would be so grateful if he could have your advice.
I don't know that I've done anything to be insulted for.
You know, I don't mind your being such a lofty person at all.
I think it's ever so interesting. But Papa's a great man.
Is he?
Well let us hope so.
I hope so, I'm sure.
Hoe lovely your mother is!
I think she is.
She's the gracefullest woman. She dances like a girl of 16.
Most girls of 16 are pretty bad dancers.
Anyhow,
I wouldn't dance with one of them unless I had to.
Uh, the snow's fine for sleighing.
I'll be by for you in a cutter, ten minutes after two.
- Tomorrow? - (Thank you, Isabel.)
- I can't possibly go... - Bravo! Bravisimo!
I'll get your things.
If you don't I'm going to sit in a cutter at your front gate, and if you go out with anybody else, he has to whip me before he gets to you.
Hey, you two, I think you oughta take this, in case you break down in that...horseless carriage!
- Uncle Jack! - Take this scarf, mistress. - Good night, Isabel.
Fanny, where are you going?
Think you'll be warm enough, Lucy? Here, put this scarf on.
- Well?
- (I will)
- Oh, nothing...
Here, hold this.
I...he's a man with a pretty daughter, Georgie.
He certainly seems to be awfully at home, here.
The way he was dancing with Mother and aunt Fanny.
Well, I'm afraid your aunt Fanny's heart was stirred by
Ancient recollections, Georgie.
You mean she used to be silly about him?
Oh, she wasn't considered, er, singular.
Do you take the same passionate interest in the parents of every girl you dance with?
Oh, dry up! I only wanted to know...
Lucy...about that sleigh ride... Don't go out with anybody.
- I want to look at that automobile carriage of yours, Gene. - Fanny, you'll catch cold. - I want to ride in that thing tomorrow, want to see if it's safe.
- Good night, Isabel. - Good night, Eugene.
Do you think George is terrible arrogant and domineering?
Oh, he's still only a boy.
Plenty of fine stuff in him.
Can't help but be, he's... Isabel Amberson's son.
You liked her pretty well once I guess, Papa.
Do still.
...I know that isn't all that's worrying you.
Well, several things.
I've been a little bothered about your father, too.
Why?
It seems to me he looks so badly.
He isn't any different than the way he's looked all his life that I can see.
He's been worried about some investments he made last year.
I think the worry's affected his health.
What investments?
See here, he isn't going into Morgan's automobile concern, is he?
Oh, no. The automobile concern is all Eugene's.
No, your father's rolling mills...
Hello, dear. Have you had trouble sleeping?
Look here, Father... about this man Morgan and his old sewing machine.
Didn't he want to get grandfather to put some money into it?
Isn't that what he's up to? You little silly!
What on earth are you talking about? Eugene Morgan's perfectly able to finance his own inventions these days.
I'll bet he borrows money from Uncle Jack.
Georgie, why do you say such a thing?
Just strikes me as that sort of a man.
He was a fairly wild young fellow twenty years ago.
He's like you in one thing, Georgie. He spent too much money.
Only he didn't have a mother to get money out of a grandfather for him.
But I believe he's done fairly well of late years, and I doubt if he needs anyone else's money to back his horseless carriage.
Oh what's he brought the old thing here for, then?
I'm sure I don't know.
You might ask him.
Aunt Fanny.
What in the world's the matter with you?
I suppose you don't know why Father doesn't want to go on that horseless carriage trip tomorrow?
What do you mean?
You're his only sister and yet you don't know.
H-he never wants to go anywhere that I ever heard of.
What is the matter with you?
He doesn't want to go because he doesn't like this man Morgan.
Oh, good gracious!
Eugene Morgan isn't in your Father's thoughts at all one way or the other.
- 'Night.
You two at it again? Hey, what makes you and everybody so excited over this man Morgan.
- This man Morgan. - Excited! - Oh, shut up!
Can't...can't people be glad to see an old friend without silly children like you making a to-do about it?
I... I've just been suggesting to your mother that she might give a little dinner for them.
For who?
- "For whom", Georgie. - "For whom, Georgie."
For Mr. Morgan and his daughter.
Oh, look here; don't do that.
Mother mustn't do that. "Mother mustn't do that."
- It wouldn't look well.
See here, George Minafer...
I suggest that you just march straight on into your room!
Sometimes you say things that show you have a pretty mean little mind!
What upset you this much?
- (Shut up! ) - I know what you mean!
You're trying to insinuate that I'd get your mother to invite Eugene Morgan here on my account!
(I'm gonna move to a hotel!
) Because he's a widower.
- What? - What! - Huh huh huh - "Heh heh heh heh heh"
I'm trying to insinuate you're setting your cap for him, and getting Mother to help you?
- Ohh! - Is that what you mean?
You attend your own affairs!
Well! I will be shot!
I will.
- I certainly will be shot.
You think you'll get it to start?
What's wrong with it, Gene?
I wish I knew!
Get a horse!
- What happened to them?
- Oh, George!
- Are you all right?
- (Georgie! ) They're all right, Isabel.
The snow bank's a feather bed. - Georgie! - Lucy dear!
- Oh, I'm fine, Papa. - Nothing's the matter with them now.
- They're all right, Isabel.
Are you sure you're not hurt, Lucy dear? - Don't make a fuss, mother.
- Georgie, that terrible fall. Please Mother, please! I'm all right.
Are you sure, Georgie? Sometimes one doesn't realize...the shock.
- Oh, Isabel.
- Everything's all right, Mother.
- Let me brush you off, dear. - You looked pretty surprised, Lucy. All that snow becomes you!
That darned horse!
He'll be home long before we will.
All we've got to depend on is Gene Morgan's broken down... - She'll go. - Come on, asshole!
Have to sit on my lap, Lucy!
Stamp the snow.
You mustn't ride with wet feet.
They're not wet. - For goodness sake, get in; you're standing in the snow yourself.
- Get in! You're the same Isabel I used to know.
You're a divine and ridiculous woman. George, you'll push if we get started, won't you?
Push! Divine and ridiculous just counterbalance each other, don't they?
Plus one and minus one equal nothing.
So you mean I'm nothing in particular?
No, that doesn't seem to be precisely what I meant.
Jack, please get... - We're under way... - ...
Push, Georgie; push!
I'm pushing. Push harder!
Push, Georgie; push!
Your father wanted to prove that a horseless carriage would run even in the snow.
It really does too, you know.
It's so interesting.
He says he's going to have wheels all made of rubber, and blown up with air.
I should think they'd explode, But Eugene seems very confident that...
Oh, it seems so like old times to hear him talk.
"You broke the bank at Monte Carlo..."
George, you tried to swing underneath me and break the fall for me when we went over.
I knew you were doing that. It was nice of you. Wasn't much of a fall to speak of.
How about that kiss?
You will hear them sigh and wish to die and see 'em wink the other eye, the man who broke the bank at Monte Carlo.
As I walked along the Bois de Boulogne with an independent air...
Wilbur Minafer, quiet man.
Town will hardly know he's gone.
Where did Isabel go to?
She was tired.
Never was becoming to her to look pale.
Look out.
Oh, boy...
- Strawberry shortcake! - It's the first this season.
I hope it's big enough.
- You must know I'm coming home. - Mmm.
What did you say?
Nothing.
- Sweet enough?
- Fine.
I suppose your mother's been... pretty gay at the commencement.
Going a lot?
How could she, she's in mourning.
All she could do was sit around and look on.
- That's all Lucy could do really, for that matter. - How did Lucy get home?
On the train; we rushed over.
Quit balling your food.
Did you drive out to their house with her before you came here?
No.
She went home with her father.
Oh, I see.
Don't eat so fast, George.
So, ah...
Eugene came to the station to meet you?
Meet us?
How could he?
I don't know what you mean.
Want some more milk?
No, thanks.
I haven't seen him while your mother's been away.
Naturally; he's beneath himself.
Did you see him?
Naturally, since he made the trip home with us.
He did?
He was with you all the time?
Un-uh. Only on the train, in the last three day before we left.
Uncle Jack got him to come along.
You're gonna get fat.
Mm, I can't help that.
You're such a wonderful housekeeper.
- You certainly know how to make things taste good. - Mmmm.
I don't think you'd stay single very long if some of these bachelors
- or widowers around town for just one... - It's a little odd.
What's odd?
Your mother's not mentioning that Mr. Morgan had been with you.
Didn't think of it, I suppose.
- But I'll tell you something in confidence... - What?
Well it struck me that Mr. Morgan looked pretty absent-minded most of the time.
And he's certainly dressing better than he used to.
Oh he...he's isn't dressing better, he's dressing up.
Fanny, you oughta be a little encouraging when a prized bachelor begins to show by his haberdashery what he wants you to think about him.
Jacks tells me that the factory's been doing quite well.
- Quite well? - Honestly, Aunt Fanny... - Why listen, you changed that...
I shouldn't be a bit surprised to have him request an interview and declare that his intentions are honourable.
And ask my permission to pay his addresses to you.
What had I better tell him?
Oh, Aunt Fanny.
- Oh, Fanny, we were only teasing. - Oh, let me alone!
- Please, Fanny. - We didn't mean anything. - Let go of me!
- I didn't know you'd got so sensitive as all this. - Please, let me alone!
It's getting so you can't joke with her about anything anymore.
It all began when we found out that Father's estate was all washed up and he didn't leave anything.
I thought she'd fell better when we turned over his insurance to her.
Gave it to her absolutely without any strings to it.
But, now... I dunno...
Yeah.
I think maybe we've been... teasing her about the wrong things.
Fanny hasn't got much in her life.
You know George, just being an aunt isn't... really the great career it may sometimes seem to be.
I really don't know of anything much Fanny has got.
Except her feeling about Eugene.
We're now turning out a car and a quarter a day.
- Isn't that marvelous? - What's marvelous?
They're turning out a car and a quarter a day.
Mother...
All this noise and smell seems to be good for you.
You oughta come here every time you get the blues.
She never gets the blues, George.
I never knew a person of a more even disposition.
- No, it's this place. - I wish I could be more like that.
Wouldn't anybody be delighted to see an old friend take an idea out of the air like that?
An idea most people laughed at him for.
And turn it to such a splendid humming thing as this factory.
Do you remember this?
Our first machine.
The original Morgan Invincible.
I remember.
How quaint!
Of course I'm happy...
- so very, very happy. - Just look at the Morgan now, Mrs. Minafer.
It's beautiful.
Just beautiful.
Did you ever see anything so lovely?
- As what?
- As you mother. She's a darling!
And Papa looks as if he were either going to explode, or to utter loud sobs.
It's just glorious.
It makes us all happy, Eugene.
Give him your hand, Fanny.
There. If brother Jack were here,
Eugene would have his three oldest and best friends congratulating him all at once.
We know what brother Jack thinks about it, though.
I used to write verse about 20 years ago,
- remember that?
- I remember that, too.
I'm almost thinking I could do it again... to thank you for making a factory visit into such a kind celebration.
Isabel, dear...
Yes, Eugene.
Don't you think you should tell George?
- About us?
There's still time.
I think he should hear it from you.
He will, dearest.
Soon...
Soon.
I'll still take a horse any day.
- Wo. - Oh, don't.
- Why? Do you want him to trot his legs off?
- No, but...
- "No but" what?
I know when you make him walk it's so you can give all your attention to proposing to me again.
- George, do let Pendennis trot again.
- I won't. Get up, Pendennis. Go on, trot!
Commence!
Ah, Lucy, if you aren't the prettiest thing in this world.
When are you going to say we're really engaged?
Not for years. So there's the answer.
Lucy!
Dear, what's the matter?
You look as if you're going to cry.
You always do that, whenever I can get you to talk about marrying me.
- I know it.
- Well why do you?
One reason's because... I have a feeling it's never going to be.
- You haven't any reason or...
I don't know...
Everything's so unsettled.
If you aren't the queerest girl.
What's unsettled?
Well for one thing, George, you haven't decided on anything to do yet.
Or at least if you have, you've never spoken of it.
Lucy, haven't you perfectly well understood that I don't intend to go into a business or adopt a profession?
Well what are you going to do, George?
Why, I expect to lead an honorable life.
I expect to contribute my share to charities, and take part in, well in, movements.
- What kind?
- Whatever appeals to me. I should like to revert to the questions I was asking you,
- if you don't mind.
- No, George... - I think you'd better... - Your father's a businessman
- He's a mechanical genius. - It is your father's idea...
- Or he's both. isn't it your father's idea that I ought to go into business and you oughtn't to be engaged to me until I do?
No, I've never once spoken to him about it.
But you know that's the way he does feel about it?
Yes.
Do you think that I'd be very much of a man if I let another man dictate to me my own way of life?
George!
Who's dictating your way of life?
I don't believe in the whole world...scrubbing dishes, selling potatoes or trying law cases.
No, I dare say I don't care any more for your father's ideals than he does for mine.
- George?
Well, seems to have recovered.
Looks the highest good spirits.
- I beg pardon?
- Your grandson. Last night he seemed inclined to melancholy.
What about?
Not getting remorseful about all the money he spent in college, is he?
- I wonder what he thinks I'm made of.
- Gold. And he's right about that part of you, Father.
- What part?
I suppose that may account for how heavy it feels nowadays, sometimes.
This town seems to be rolling right over that old heart you mentioned just now, Jack.
Rolling over it and burying it under.
- I miss my best girl. - We all do.
Lucy's on a visit, father. She's spending a week with a school friend.
She'll be back Monday.
George, how does it happen you didn't tell us before?
You never said a word to us about Lucy's going away.
Probably afraid to.
He didn't know that what he might break down and cry if he tried to speak of it.
Isn't that so, Georgie?
- Or didn't Lucy tell you she was going?
- She told me.
At any rate, Georgie didn't approve.
I suppose you two aren't speaking again?
Gene, what's this I hear about someone else opening up another horseless carriage shop, somewhere
- out in the suburbs?
- Ah, I suppose they'll drive you out of business, or else the two of you'll get together and drive all the rest of us off of the streets!
Well, we'll even things up by making the streets bigger.
Automobiles will carry our streets clear out to the county line.
Well I hope you're wrong, because if people go to moving that far, real estate values here in the old residence part of town will be stretched pretty thin.
So your devilish machines are going to ruin all your old friends, eh Gene?
You really think they're going to change the face of the land?
They're already doing it, Major, and it can't be stopped.
- Automobiles are... - Automobiles are a useless nuisance.
What did you say George?
I said automobiles are a useless nuisance.
Nothing amount to anything but a nuisance, and they had no business to be invented.
Course you forget Mr. Morgan makes them.
Also did his share in inventing them.
If you weren't so thoughtless, he might think you rather offensive.
I'm not sure that George is wrong about automobiles.
With all their speed forward, they may be a step backward in civilization.
May be that they won't add to the beauty of the world, or the life of men's souls.
I'm not sure.
But automobiles have come.
And almost all outward things are going to be different because of what they bring.
They're going to alter war and they're going to alter peace.
And I think men's minds are going to be changed in subtle ways because of automobiles.
And it may be that George is right.
Maybe, that in 10 or 20 years from now, if we can see the inward change in men by that time,
I shouldn't be able to defend the gasoline engine, but would have to agree with George, that automobiles had no business to be invented.
Well Major, if you'll excuse me.
Fanny. - Oh Eugene, ple... - Isabel.
Got to run down to the shop and speak to the foreman.
- I'll see you to the door. - Don't bother sir, I know the way.
I'll come to.
- Georgie dear, what did you mean? - Just what I said.
He was hurt.
I...don't see why he should be. I didn't say anything about him.
Didn't seem to me to be hurt, he seemed perfectly cheerful.
What made you think he was hurt?
I know him.
- By Jove, Georgie; you are a puzzle!
- In what way, may I ask?
Well, it's a new style, courting a pretty girl I must say for a young fellow to go deliberately out of his way to try and make an enemy of her father, by attacking his businesses!
By Jove!
It's a new way of winning a woman.
George!
You struck just the right treatment to adopt, you're doing just the right thing.
- Oh, what do you want?
- Her father would thank you if he could see what you're doing.
Quit the mysterious detective business.
You make me dizzy. You don't care to hear that I approve of what you're doing?
For the gosh sakes, what in the world is wrong with you?
Oh, you're always picking on me, always
- Ever since you were a little boy!
- Oh my gosh! You wouldn't treat anybody in the world like this except old Fanny!
"Old Fanny", you'd say, "It's nobody but old Fanny, so I'll kick her."
"Nobody'll resent it, so I'll kick her all I want to."
And you're right. I haven't got anything in the world since my brother died.
Nobody, nothing... - Oh my gosh!
- I never never in the world would have told you about it, or even made the faintest reference to it if I hadn't seen that somebody else had told you
- or you found out for yourself in some way. - Somebody else had told me what?
How people are talking about your mother.
What did you say?
Of course, I understood what you were doing when you started being rude to Eugene.
I knew you'd give Lucy up in a minute if it came to a question of your mother's reputation.
- Look here! - Because you said... - Look here!
Just what do you mean?
I only wanted to say that I'm sorry for you, George, that's all.
But it's only old Fanny, so whatever she says, pick on her for it.
Hammer her! Hammer her...
- Jack said... - It's only poor old lonely Fanny!
Uncle Jack said if there was any gossip it was about you!
He said people might be laughing about the way you ran after Morgan, but that was all!
Oh yes, it's always Fanny!
- Ridiculous old Fanny! Always! Always!
- Listen! You said mother let him come here just on your account, and now you say...
He did! Anyhow, he liked to dance with me.
He danced with me as much as he did with her.
You told me mother never saw him except when she was chaperoning you.
Well you don't suppose that stops people from talking, do you?
They just thought I didn't count!
"It's only Fanny Minafer", I suppose they'd say.
Besides, everybody knew he'd been engaged to her.
- What's that? - Everybody knows it.
Everybody in this town knows that Isabel never really cared for any other man in her life.
I believe I'm going crazy. You mean you lied when you told me there wasn't any talk?
Oh it never would have amounted to anything if Wilbur had lived.
You mean Morgan might have married you?
No.
Because I don't know that I'd have accepted him.
Are you trying to tell me that because he comes here and they see her with him, driving and all that, they think that they were right in saying that she was... she was in love with him before... before my father died?
Why, George!
Don't you know that's what they say?
You must know that everybody in town...
- Who told you?
- What? Who told you there was talk?
Where is this talk?
Where does it come from?
Who does it! Why, I suppose pretty much everybody I know.
It's pretty general. - Who said so?
- Wha?
- How did you get hold of it?
You answer me! - Well I hardly think it would be fair to give names.
- Look here. One of your best friends is that mother of Charlie Johnson's across the way.
- Has she ever mentioned this to you?
- Well she may have intimated it... - You and she have been talking about it! Do you deny it?
- Why George...
- Do you deny it? - She's a very kind discreet woman, but she may have intimated...
George!
What are you going to do, George?
Mr. Amberson...
Heh heh, I mean Mr. Minafer.
- Won't you come in, please.
- Thank you. Well! How nice to see you, Mr. Minafer.
Mrs. Johnson...
Mrs. Johnson, I have come to ask you a few questions.
Certainly, Mr. Minafer, anything I can do for you.
I don't mean to waste any time, Mrs. Johnson.
You...you were talking about a...a scandal that involved my mother's name!
Mr. Minafer! My aunt told me that you repeated the scandal to her.
I don't think your aunt can have said that.
We may have discussed some few matters that have been a topic of comment about town.
- Yes, I think you may have! - Other people may be less considerate.
Other people! That's what I want to know about!
These other people, - how many?
How many?
- What? How many other people talk about it?
Heh, really, this isn't a courtroom.
- And I'm not a defendant in a libel suit.
- You may be! I want to know just who dared to say these things if I have to force my way into every house in town.
- I mean to know just who told you these...
- You mean to know! Well you'll know something pretty quick!
You'll know that you're out in the street! Please to leave my house!
Oh...now you have done it!
What have I done that wasn't honourable and right?
You think these riff-raff can go around town bandying my mother's good name?
They can now!
Georgie, gossip's never fail till it's denied.
- Well if you think I'm gonna let my mother's good name...
- Good name! Nobody has a good name and a bad mouth!
Nobody has a good name and a...silly mouth, either.
Didn't you understand me when I told you people are saying my mother means to marry this man?
- Yes, yes, I understood you. - Great gosh! You think of it so calmly!
- Why shouldn't they marry if they want to?
- Why shouldn't they! - It's their own affair! - Why shouldn't they!
Why shouldn't they! Oh that you can sit there and speak of it!
Your own sister! Oh, for heaven's sake!
Don't be so theatrical.
Needn't mind, Mary.
I'll see who it is and what they want.
Probably it's only a peddler.
Thank you, Mr. George.
Good afternoon, George.
Your mother expects to go driving with me, I believe.
You'll be so kind as to send her word I'm here.
No.
- I beg your pardon, I said... - I heard you.
You say that you had an engagement with my mother, and I said no.
What's the matter?
My mother will have no interest in knowing that you came here today.
Or any other day.
I'm afraid I don't understand you.
It doubt if I can make it much plainer, but I'll try.
You're not wanted in this house, Mr. Morgan.
Now or at any other time.
Perhaps you'll understand this!
- Isabel. - Yes.
- I've just come from Eugene.
I want to talk to you.
Well!
I can just guess what that was about!
He's telling her what you did to Eugene!
- You go back to your room! - You're not going in there!
- You go back to your room.
George! No you don't, Georgie Minafer!
- You keep away from here! - You let go of me! - I won't!
- Stop taking ahold of me! - Hush up!
Go on to the top of the stairs! Go on!
It's indecent!
Like squabbling outside the door of an operating room!
The idea of you going in there now!
Jack's telling Isabel the whole thing.
Now you stay here and let him tell her! He's got some consideration for her!
- I suppose you think I haven't? - You, considerate of anybody!
- I'm considerate of her good name!
Look here, seems to me you're taking a pretty different tack!
I thought you already knew everything I did!
I was...suffering, so I wanted to let out a little.
Oh, I was a fool!
Eugene never would have looked at me, even if he had never seen Isabel.
And they haven't done any harm.
She made... Wilbur happy.
She was a true wife to him, for as long as he lived.
I... Here I go...not doing myself a bit of good by...
And just ruining them.
You told me how all the riff-raff in town were busy with her name,
- and the minute I lift my hand to protect her, you attack me and... - Shhh!
Your uncle's leaving.
I'll be back, Isabel.
George! Let her alone!
She's down there by herself. Don't go down.
Let her alone!
Dearest one,
Yesterday I though the time had come when I could ask you to marry me.
And you were dear enough to tell me, sometime it might come to that.
But now we're faced, not with slander, and not with our own fear of it, because we haven't any.
But someone else's fear of it.
Your son's.
Oh, dearest woman in the world, I know what your son is to you, and it frightens me.
Let me explain a little.
I don't think he'll change.
At 21 or 22, so many things appear solid and permanent and terrible, which 40 sees in nothing but disappearing miasma.
40 can't tell 20 about this.
20 can find out only by getting to be 40.
And so we come to this, dear:
will you live your life your way?
Or George's way?
Dear, it breaks my heart for you, but what you have to oppose now is the history of your own selfless and perfect motherhood.
Are you strong enough, Isabel?
Can you make a fight?
You shall have happiness, and only happiness. I promise you that if you take heart for it,
I'm saying too much for wisdom, I fear.
But oh my dear, won't you be strong?
Such a little short strength it would need.
don't strike my life down twice, dear.
This time I've not deserved it.
Did you read it, dear?
Yes, I did.
All of it?
Yes.
Well what do you think, Georgie?
What do you mean?
You can see how fair he means to be.
Fair?
Fair when he says you and he don't care what people say?
What people say?
That Eugene loves me?
He's always loved you.
That's true, Georgie.
But you're my mother.
You're an Amberson.
You just...
Yes, dear?
I don't know, mother.
I'll write Eugene.
He'll understand.
He'll wait.
Be better this way.
We'll go away for awhile, you and I.
Lucy, you... - Haven't you...?
- Haven't I what? Nothing.
- May I walk with you a little ways?
I want to talk to you, Lucy. Hope it's about something nice.
Papa's been so glum today, he's scarcely spoken to me. - Well, it's...
- Is it a funny story?
May seem like one to you.
Just to begin with,
When you went away, you didn't let me know. Not a word! - Not even a line!
- Why, no!
I just trotted off for some visits.
- At least you might have done something... - Why no, George!
Don't you remember we'd had a quarrel.
And we didn't speak to each other all the way home from a long, long drive.
And since we couldn't play together like good children, of course it was plain that we oughtn't to play at all.
Play!
What I mean is, we'd come to the point where it was time to quit playing.
Well, what we were playing.
- That being lovers you mean, don't you?
- Something like that, it was absurd.
- Didn't have to be absurd. - No, it couldn't help but be.
The way I am, and the way you are, it would never be anything else.
This time, I'm going away.
That's what I wanted to tell you, Lucy.
I'm going away tomorrow night, indefinitely.
I hope you have ever so nice a time, George.
I don't expect to have a particularly nice time.
Well then, if I were you, I don't think I'd go.
This is our last walk together, Lucy.
Evidently, if you're going away tomorrow night.
This is the last time I'll see you, ever.
Ever in my life.
Mother and I are starting on a trip around the world tomorrow, and we've made no plans at all for coming back.
My, that does sound like a long trip.
You plan to be traveling all the time, or will you stay in one place for the greater part of it?
I think it would be lovely to...
Lucy! I can't stand this!
I'm just about ready to go in that drugstore there and ask the clerk to give me something to keep me from dying in my sights.
- It's quite a shock, Lucy. - What is?
To find out just how deeply you care.
- To see how much difference this makes to you! - George!
I can't stand this any longer!
I can't, Lucy.
Goodbye, Lucy.
It's goodbye.
- I think it's goodbye for good, Lucy. - Goodbye, George.
I do hope that you have the most splendid trip.
Give my love to your mother.
May I please have a few drops of aromatic spirits of ammonia and a glass of water?
For gosh sake, Miss!
It's mighty nice of you, Lucy.
You and Eugene to have me over to your new house my first day back.
You'll probably find the old town rather dull after Paris.
I...found Isabel as well as usual.
Only I'm...afraid "as usual" isn't... particularly well.
Struck me Isabel oughta be in a wheelchair.
What do you mean by that?
Oh, she's cheerful enough.
At least... she manages to seem so.
She's pretty short of breath.
Father's been that way for years, of course, but... never nearly so much as Isabel is now.
I told her I thought she oughta make Georgie let her come home.
"Let her"?
Does she want to?
She doesn't urge it.
George seems to like the life there in his grand, gloomy and peculiar way.
She'll never change about being proud of him, and all that.
It's quite as well... she does want to come.
She'd like to be with father, of course, and I think she's... well...
She intimated to me one day that she was afraid it might even happen that... she wouldn't get to see him again.
Think she was really thinking of her own state of health.
I see.
And you say he won't let her come home?
Well uh, I don't think he uses force...
He's very gentle with her.
Doubt if the subject is mentioned between them, yet...
Yet knowing my interesting nephew as you do, wouldn't you think that was...
Knowing him as I do...
Yes.
Changed.
So change.
You mean... you mean the town?
- You mean the old place is changed, don't you dear? - Yes.
It'll change to a happier place, old dear, snow that you're back in it.
You're going to get well again.
- Mr. George will be right down, Mr. Morgan - Thank you.
I've come to see your mother, George.
I'm sorry, Mr. Morgan.
Not this time, George. I'm going up to see her.
The doctor said that... she had to be kept quiet.
I'll be quiet.
I don't think you should, right now.
The doctor says...
Fanny's right, Gene.
Why don't you come back later?
All right.
She wants to see you.
Darling...
- Did you get something to eat?
- Yes, mother.
- All you needed?
- Yes, mother.
Are you sure you didn't... catch cold coming home?
I'm all right, mother.
That's sweet...
Sweet...
What is, mother darling?
My hand against your cheek.
I can feel it.
I wonder... if Eugene and Lucy know that we've come home.
I'm sure they do.
Has he asked about me?
Yes.
He was here.
Has he gone?
Yes, mother.
I'd like to have seen him... just once.
She must rest now.
George!
She loved you!
You loved you!
And now,
Major Amberson was engaged in the profoundest thinking of his life.
And he realized that everything which had worried him or delighted him during this lifetime, all his buying and building and trading and banking, that it was all trifling and waste, beside what concerned him now.
For the Major knew now that he had to plan how to enter an unknown country, where he was not even sure of being recognized as an Amberson.
Father...
- Father. - Ah?
The house was in Isabel's name, wasn't it?
Yes.
Can you remember... when you gave her the deed, father?
No.
No I...
- can't just remember. - It doesn't matter.
Oh, this estate's about as mixed-up as an estate can get.
You oughta have that deed, George.
No, don't bother.
It must be...in the sun... there wasn't anything here... but the sun in the first place.
The sun...
The earth came out of the sun, and we came out of the earth.
So, whatever we are, we must be of the Earth.
Odd way for us to be saying goodbye.
One wouldn't have thought of even a few years ago. But here we are!
Two gentlemen of elegant appearance, in a...state of bustitude.
Ah, you can't ever tell what'll happen at all, can you?
Once I stood where you're standing now to say goodbye to a pretty girl.
Only it was in the old station, before this was built, we called it the "depot."
We knew we wouldn't see each other again for almost a year...
I thought I couldn't live through it.
She stood there crying...
Don't even know where she lives, now.
Or if she is living.
If she ever thinks of me, she probably imagines
I'm still dancing in the ballroom of the Amberson's mansion.
She probably thinks of the mansion as still beautiful, still the finest house in town.
Ah, life and money both behave like... loose quicksilver in a nest of cracks.
When they're gone, you can't tell where. Or what the devil you did with them.
But I... believe I'll say now, while there isn't much time left for for either of us to get any more embarrassed, I...
I believe I'll say I've always been fond of you, Georgie, can't say I've always liked you.
But we all spoiled you terribly when you were a boy, but you've had a pretty heavy children, you've taken it pretty quietly...
With the train coming into the shed, you'll forgive me saying there's been times I thought you oughta be hanged.
And just for a last word, there may be somebody else in this town who's always felt about you like that.
Fond of ya, I mean. No matter how much it seems you oughta be hanged! - You might try...
- (Last train, last train.) I must run!
I'll send back the money as fast as they pay me, so goodbye and God bless you, Georgie!
Did you ever hear the Indian name for that little grove of beech trees?
No...
You never did, either.
The name was...
Loma Nashah.
It means "they couldn't help it." - Doesn't sound like it.
- Indian names don't.
There was a bad Indian chief lived there... the worst Indian that ever lived.
And his name was... It was...
Vendonah.
- Means "rides down everything." - What?
Name was Vendonah, same as "rides down everything."
I see.
Go on.
Vendonah was unspeakable.
He was so proud, and he wore iron shoes and walked over people's faces with them.
So at last the tribe decided that it wasn't a good enough excuse for him that he was young and inexperienced.
He'd have to go.
So they took him down to the river, and put him in a canoe, and pushed him out from shore.
And the current carried him on down to the ocean.
And he never got back.
They didn't want him back, of course.
They hated Vendonah,
But they weren't able to discover any other warrior they wanted to make chief in his place.
They couldn't help feeling that way.
I see.
So that's why they named the place "they couldn't help it."
Must have been.
So, you're going to stay in your garden.
You think it's better just to...
Keep walking about among your flowerbeds, till you get old.
Like a pensive garden lady in a Victorian engraving? Hmm?
I suppose I'm like that tribe that lived here, Papa.
I had too much unpleasant excitement.
I don't want any more.
In fact,
I don't want anything but you.
You don't?
What was the name of that grove?
- "They couldn't help..." - Oh, the Indian name, I mean?
Oh..."Mola Haha."
Mola Haha...
That wasn't the name you said.
Oh, I've forgotten.
See you have.
Perhaps you remember the chief's name better?
I don't.
I hope someday you can forget it.
Try and understand.
It's not doing either of us any good going on arguing this way.
- That place you picked out... - If this boarding house is practical...
- And we could be together. - How?
On 8$ a week?
I'm only going to be getting $8 a week at the law office.
You...you'd be paying more of the expenses than I would.
I'll be paying?
- I be paying?
- Certainly, you would.
- We'd be using more of your money than mine. - My money?
I've got 28 dollars. That's all!
- 28 dollars? - That's all!
I know I told Jack I didn't put everything in the headlight company,
But I did it.
Every cent.
And it's gone.
- Why did you wait till now to tell me?
- I couldn't tell till I had to.
It wouldn't do any good.
My gosh!
Oh, I know what you're gonna do...
You're... you're gonna leave me in the lurch.
I'm only asking you to be reasonable.
To try and understand that it's impossible for either of us to go on this way.
- Will you get up!
- I can't!
I'm too weak!
Oh, none of this makes any sense!
Will you get up?
I know your mother would want me to watch over ya.
And try and make something like a home for ya.
And I've tried.
I tried to make things as nice for you as I could.
I know that.
I walked my heels down looking for a place for us to live.
I-I walked... and walked over this town.
I didn't ride one block on a streetcar.
I wouldn't use five cents, no matter how tired I was.
Oh, for gosh sakes will you get up!
Don't sit there with your back against the boiler.
- Get up, aunt Fanny! - It's not hot, it's cold.
The plumbers disconnected it.
I-I wouldn't mind if they hadn't!
I wouldn't mind if it burned!
I wouldn't mind if it burned me, George!
Oh, Fanny, for gosh sakes, get up!
Now stop it!
Stop this! Do you hear me?
Stop it! Stop it!
Listen to me now!
There; that's better.
Now let's see where we stand.
See if we can afford this place you picked out.
I'm-I'm sure the boarding house is practical, George.
I'm sure it's practical!
I know it must be practical, aunt Fanny.
It is a comfort to be among...among nice people.
It's all right - I was thinking of the money, aunt Fanny.
There's there's there's one great economy.
They...they don't allow tipping.
- They...they have files that prohibit it. - That's good.
But the rent's $36 a month, and dinner $22 and a half for each of us.
I've got about a hundred dollars left.
$100, that's all.
Won't need any new clothes for a year...
- Perhaps there... - Or longer...
- So...so you see...
- Yes, I see.
I see that $36 and $45 make $81.
That's the lowest. We'll need $100 a month.
And I'm going to be making $32.
A real flair!
Real flair for the law!
That's right! Couldn't wait till tomorrow to begin.
The law's a jealous mistress, and a stern mistress.
I can't do it. I can't take up the law.
What?
I've come to tell you that I've got to find something quicker.
Something that pays from the start.
I can't think of anything just this minute that pays from the start.
Well sir, I've heard that they pay very wages to people in dangerous trades.
People that handle touchy chemicals or high explosives, men in the dynamite factories.
Thought I'd see if I couldn't get a job like that.
I want to get started tomorrow if I could.
Georgie, your grandfather and I were boys together.
Don't you think I ought to know what's the trouble?
Well sir, it's aunt Fanny.
She's set her mind on this particular boarding house.
It seems she put everything in the headlight company.
Well she's...got some old cronies, and I guess she's been looking forward to the games of bridge and the harmless kind of gossip that goes on in such places.
Really, it's the life she'd like better than anything else.
Struck me that she's just about got to have it.
I got her in that headlight business with Jack. I feel a certain responsibility myself.
I'm taking responsibility. She's not your aunt you know, sir.
No, I'm unable to see, even if she's yours, that a young man is morally called upon to give up a career at the law to provide his aunt with a favourable opportunity to play to bridge with.
All right, all right.
If you promise not to get blown up, I'll see if we can find you the job.
You certainly are the most practical young man I ever met!
George Amberson Minafer walked homeward slowly through what seemed to be the strange streets of a strange city.
For the town was growing and changing.
It was heaving up in the middle, incredibly.
It was spreading incredibly.
And as it heaved and spread, it befouled itself, and darkened it's sky.
This was the last walk home he was ever to take up National Avenue to Amberson Addition, and the big old house at the foot of Amberson Boulevard.
Tomorrow, they were to move out.
Tomorrow, everything would be gone.
Ma, forgive me.
God forgive me.
Something had happened.
A thing which, years ago, had been the eagerest hope of many, many good citizens of the town.
Now it came at last.
George Amberson Minafer had got his come-uppance.
He got it three times filled, and running over.
But those who has so longed for it were not there to see it.
And they never knew it.
Those who were still living had forgotten all about it.
And all about him.
All right, stay back there, now.
He run into me as much as I run into him.
And if he gets well, he ain't gonna get not one single cent out of me!
I'm perfectly willing to say I'm sorry for him, and so's the lady with me.
Wonderful the damage one of these little machines can do you'd never believe it.
All right sonny, back in your car, back in your car.
All right, stay back there now!
What are you going to do, Papa?
I'm going to him.
You coming, Papa?
How is he?
- How is Georgie?
- He's going to be all right.
Fanny,
I wish you could have seen George's face when he saw Lucy.
You know what he said to me when we went into that room?
He said,
"You must have known my mother wanted you to come here today,"
"so that I could ask you to forgive me."
We shook hands.
I never noticed before how much like Isabel Georgie looks.
You know something, Fanny?
I wouldn't tell this to anybody but you.
But it seemed to me as if someone else was in that room.
And that through me, she... brought her boy under shelter again.
And that I'd been true at last.
To my true love.
Ladies and gentlemen, the magnificent Ambersons was based on Booth Tarkington's novel.
Stanley Cortez was the photographer.
Mark Lee Kurt designed the sets.
Al Fields dressed them.
Robert Wise was the film editor.
Freddie Fleck was the assistant director.
Edward Stevenson designed the ladies' wardrobe.
The special effects were by Vernon L. Walker.
The sound recording was by Bailey Fesler and James G. Stewart.
Here's the cast:
Eugene... Joseph Cotten.
Isabel... Delores Costello.
Lucy... Anne Baxter.
George...
Fanny... Agnes Moorehead.
Jack... Ray Collins.
Roger Bronson... Erskine Sanford.
Major Amberson...
I wrote the script and directed it.
My name is Orson Welles.
This is a Mercury production.
Here come the wolves.
Uh-oh.
Bottleneck.
Mr. Roosevelt should hear of this.
I'm sorry.
Hope you didn't hurt yourself.
My friend says he's sorry.
Okay.
That just goes to show you what a little blonde can do to hold up national defense.
Nice, pleasant guy.
Man!
Gee, 100 bucks.
So that's what they look like.
Where'd he go?
I don't know.
I wonder what his name is.
Wait a minute.
I saw it on the envelope.
Fry.
That's it. Fry.
Fry.
How do you know my name?
What do you care how I know your name?
I saw it on one of the envelopes you dropped.
Here's something that belongs to you.
The paint shop!
Lt'll go up like dynamite!
Here, take this one.
What about me?
Don't I get to play, too?
You get another one.
All right.
So, I see these two kids, see.
And I yell at them, "The sprinklers are busted,
"the whole shooting match will go up."
And they run right in, the both of them.
And the last thing I saw when I looked back was one kid give the extinguisher to the other kid, and then it was just like all hell comes up.
That's all I see.
Was there anybody else around?
No.
Just the two kids.
The poor kid with the extinguisher, and the one who gave it to him.
Thank you, Rogers.
We appreciate all you've done.
We needn't keep you any longer now. You'd better go and take care of those hands.
Who've you got next?
We have a fellow, Barry Kane, waiting.
Send Barry Kane in!
Barry Kane!
All right.
Just take it easy.
We only want to ask you a couple of questions, a matter of a routine check-up.
Well, I want to do anything I can to help.
Sure.
Now, suppose you tell us where you were when the fire started.
Well, I was one of the first to rush in.
The sprinkler systems weren't working.
Who else was with you?
There were just myself, a fellow named Fry, and my friend Ken Mason.
Go on.
Fry handed me an extinguisher, and I started running toward the fire.
I gave it to Ken.
And then he...
Okay.
Take it easy. That's all.
Just stick around for a while.
We may need you.
Send for Fry.
Get hold of a fellow called Fry. What'd they do?
Ask you a lot of questions? No.
Hardly any.
Gee, it's awful tough going, seeing it happen in front of you.
Yeah, it is tough.
Ken Mason was your pal, too, wasn't he?
Yeah. Was he married?
No.
He was living with his mother.
Must be pretty tough on her. Sorry, fellows.
I'll see you later.
Hello, Mrs. Mason.
They... They wouldn't let me see him.
It's awful hard to believe.
It happened so quick.
Why, only this morning... Please...
Please don't talk about it now.
Anything I can do?
Could I get you something?
No.
No, thank you.
Not now.
Maybe some brandy.
How is the poor, dear soul?
If you mean Mrs. Mason, she's feeling bad.
Oh, well, she has every reason to.
Do you know what?
They wouldn't even let her see him.
Her only son.
Yes, I know.
I told her she'd every right to insist on seeing him.
I told her I would, and she as good as told me to get out.
Me that was only trying to help the poor, dear soul.
I think you can help, if you'd tell me where I could get some brandy. It doesn't seem to be in here.
You come with me, young man.
It just happens that I have a little in the house.
Sorry to bother you, Mrs. Mason, but we're looking for a guy named Barry Kane.
Do you know him?
He isn't here right now, is he?
They told us at the plant we might be able to find him here.
Well, what do you want to see him about?
He's in pretty bad trouble, lady. What is it?
I'd like to know.
He was mixed up with that fire at the factory. I...
I don't understand.
There are a lot of things we don't understand, either.
But how is Barry involved in it?
That fire extinguisher.

It seems it wasn't just an accident.
It turns out that the extinguisher Barry Kane handed your son was filled with gasoline.
You ought to be able to help us.
Give us a lead on this guy Kane. Yeah.
That's why we want to look around.
Well...
Why...
I can't talk about it now.
Yeah.
Sorry, but, you see, there was a...
I wouldn't give her too much of that if I were you, because it very often makes people weepy.
I know it affected me like that... Yes, Mrs. Moore, I've got to hurry back.
Thank you very much.
Try some of this, Mrs. Mason.
It'll make you feel better.
There were two detectives just here.
They were looking for you. For me?
I guess they want to ask me some more questions.
I said that I'd do anything I could to help.
Here. Try, please.
No.
That wasn't it.
They wanted to arrest you.
They said that the fire extinguisher that you handed to Kenneth was filled with gasoline, that you killed him.
That I killed...
Why, are they crazy?
Why would I want to do a thing...
Why, Ken was my best friend! Haven't they talked to Fry?
Haven't they asked him about the extinguisher?
They said that there was no such man employed at the plant as Fry.
Why, I saw him!
I saw him twice!
Ken saw him, too!
He was right there with us at the fire.
He handed me the extinguisher.
Ken said, "Don't I get to play, too?"
He was kidding.
I handed it to him.
Fry was right there with us. I'm sure!
Why, he must have known there was gasoline in it.
He must have known!
He stood right there with us and watched, the...
Please go.
Don't you believe me?
Do you think I had something to do with this?
I didn't tell the police anything.
Oh, I don't know!
It's all so confused and so terrible.
I don't know what they're talking about!
Why don't they get this fellow Fry?
You'd better go.
All right, I'll go.
I've got to get Fry.
I've got to find him, or Ken won't be the last one to die.
He must be in there. I saw him go in the back way.
Catchy.
What?
That tune you're whistling.
Oh, I didn't even know I was whistling.
That's a sign you must be pretty happy.
Easy to see there's nothing on your mind.
Oops. That must have been Junior.
It felt like him.
Junior?
Yeah, that rock we just got.
I know every one on the road from Los Angeles to Reno.
Tough job, driving a truck.
Got any other hot news tonight?
I guess I never realized how tough it was before.
The tough part, you can take that.
It's the monotony that gets you.
I've been thinking for a long time I'm gonna get out of this trucking game.
Why don't you?
One of the neighbors told my wife it's stylish to eat three meals a day.
You married?
Nope.
Go ahead and whistle.
That thing bother you?
What's doing it?
Here, stick this wad of paper in there, will you?
It's a pretty good thing to have around one of these extinguishers.
I wouldn't be without one.
Now, take the other day.
A big lettuce truck turns over right down the road here.
The gasoline catches and she goes up like a matchbox.
A fellow riding, a friend of the driver's, gets caught in it.
If the driver hadn't had an extinguisher, his pal would've been fried alive right in front of his eyes.
I didn't see it happen.
I never see anything happen.
I don't even hear about anything, except what my wife tells me what she sees in the moving pictures.
That's the way she spends the money, moving pictures and new hats.
Buys a new hat so she can put it on to go to the picture shows, so she can take it off.
No, sir. I haven't got anything to whistle about.
Where're you from, bud?
Los Angeles.
Tough.
You work down there?
Yeah.
Well, I did. What doing?
I was working in an airplane factory.
They say that's pretty good.
I was wondering why you weren't in the army. Yeah.
I understand that they all go particular about the fellows they hire in those big defense plants.
Well, that's no more than right.
They got to be careful they don't get blown up.
Yeah.
I understand if a fellow would've had any kind of police record, no job.
Is that right?
Oh, I don't know.
Hey, buddy, hold the wheel a while, will you?
While I animate this thing.
I'm a nicotine addict.
Hey, watch it, bud, will you?
Stay on this side of the white line.
Where do you wanna get off when we get to Springville?
It doesn't matter.
Just drop me in the middle of town, anywhere, when we get there.
Listen, the minute you get to Springville, you're in the middle of the town.
And the next minute, the place is just a memory.
Whole town isn't a city block long.
You going to one of those big ranches, outside, aren't you? Yeah.
I'd be glad to drop you off at whatever one you want.
That's it!
Deep Springs Ranch.
Hey!
Say, that's a whale of a big place.
Got a chance of a job there?
Yeah.
I think so.
You ought to like it. Nice climate.
The police!
Maybe something's happened!
I'd like to have a little talk with you out here.
Yeah, sure, sure, Officer.
Stay here a minute, buddy.
I'll be right back.
Hey, bud! Come on.
Everything's fixed.
Good night, Officer.
Can you imagine a thing like that?
Cop chasing, the sirens, the whole works!
And what it's all about is one of my taillights went out.
That's the trucking game for you in a nutshell.
Calling all highway patrolmen. Calling all highway patrolmen.
Be on lookout for a man named Barry Kane.
Last seen on Highway 99.
He has dark brown hair, blue eyes, height about 6'2", no hat, around 25 years old.
Calling all highway patrolmen.
Calling all highway patrolmen.
How do you do?
Is Mr. Frank Fry here?
No, this is Mr. Tobin's ranch.
Oh.
Could I speak to Mr. Tobin?
Well, I'll see.
Just a minute.
You wait here, please. There.
We've got the ball.
Now, throw it to me. A young man to see you, sir.
Throw it to me.
Where is Daddy's girl?
What did you say, Adele?
Who wants to see me?
A young man, sir. He came to ask for a Mr. Fry.
Oh.
Well, have him come out here, will you?
Yes, sir.
Throw me the ball.
Throw me the ball.
Here comes your granddaddy.
Mr. Tobin will see you. Follow me, please.
Hi.
Here we are. The ball.
How do you do?
I'm Charles Tobin.
This is my daughter, Mrs. Brown.
How do you do? How do you do?
Well, I'm not gonna ask you to excuse the informality of this costume.
We're all informal out here at Deep Springs Ranch.
That's one of the rules of the place. I see.
Do you want me to take Susie with me so you won't be disturbed?
No, Susie isn't gonna disturb us at all.
You just let her play right here, and I'll see she doesn't fall in the pool.
All right.
Well, shall we sit out here?
Yes, sir.
It seems a shame to go indoors on such a beautiful day.
Yes, it does.
You wanted to see me about something, huh?
Yes, sir.
I'm looking for a man named Fry, Frank Fry.
I met him up in Los Angeles.
I understand he lives here.
Oh, no, no.
Fry, huh?
Frank Fry?
I'm afraid I don't know anybody by that name.
Wait a minute.
Fry.
No, no. I've heard that name somewhere.
I just don't seem to be able to place it.
Uh-huh.
There used to be a fellow with a name something like that, worked around here.
No.
No.
It wasn't Fry.
Well, I'm afraid you found the wrong address.
It couldn't be one of the cowhands, or maybe somebody who is working...
No. No. I know the names of all my men.
Wait a minute. My next door neighbor...
Well, next door neighbor, he lives 20 miles from here.
But he may know your friend.
I'll telephone him.
Oh, no, please don't. No!
Not at all.
You look as though you've had a hard journey.
It's just too bad you had to come all this way for nothing.
Now, if you'll just wait a minute, at least we can find out.
Will you see that Susie doesn't fall into the pool?
Yes, sir.
Thank you.
Hey.
Come here.
Come over here.
Oh, so you're a ballplayer, are you?
Wanna throw me the ball?
Let me have it.
Come on. Throw me the ball.
That's right.
Throw me the other one.
Come on. Throw it to me.
Come on.
Give me the ball.
That's fine.
Fine! Now, I'll throw it back.
Where are you going?
Uh-oh. Don't do that.
Leave those where they are.
You wanna be a good girl?
Put these back where you found them.
No, no, Susie. The gentleman says put them back where you found them.
The gentleman knows that you must be very careful with letters that don't belong to you.
Probably I'm prejudiced, but it seems to me that Susie is a pretty cute young lady.
Yeah, she's great.
Where's Frank Fry?
Well, really, you must do something about that memory of yours.
You know that it wasn't a minute ago that you read a telegram that Fry sent me.
And it said that he was on his way to Soda City.
Don't you remember that?
Where's Soda City?
Well, I haven't given it much thought, but I wouldn't imagine there'd be an overabundance of Soda Citys on the map.
I suppose there's some way of finding out bringing you last-minute headlines.
Los Angeles.
The fire in the Stewart Aircraft Works, in which one man was killed, many injured, and half a million dollars worth of damage caused, has been definitely set down to sabotage.
Police have traced the incendiary origin of the blaze to Barry Kane, former aircraft...
Don't want any more of that.
You'd think you'd be rather bored with descriptions of yourself.
Or maybe you'll never get tired of them.
Well, I am, by this time.
I've been listening to those radio reports all morning.
All right, you knew me.
What about it? Oh, quite a lot about it, Mr. Kane.
You ought to know that.
You've become too famous to remain so modest.
Tell me one thing. Why are you covering up Frank Fry?
What's a man like you in this for?
Well, young man, I don't know what you're talking about.
I think maybe you do!
Frank Fry is a saboteur who doesn't mind killing Americans for money.
You must watch yourself, Mr. Kane.
I'm telling you this for your own benefit, but you have the makings of an outstanding bore.
You can't get away with this, Tobin!
Even if I don't stop you, there'll be others who will.
A man like you can't last in a country like this.
Very pretty speech.
Youthful, passionate, idealistic.
You see, I've already sent for the police.
You can't bluff me.
You're hooked, and you know it.
Must I remind you that you are the fugitive from justice, and not I?
I'm a prominent citizen, widely respected.
You are an obscure young workman, wanted for the committing of an extremely unpopular crime.
Now, which of us do you think the police will believe, hmm?
Oh, you must think me a very poor host, Mr. Kane.
Now, don't you feel that a long cold drink is indicated?
Well, I guess I've found out everything you're gonna tell me.
I'll have to go on now and do the rest by myself.
You mean you wish to leave us?
Adele, Adele!
Mr. Kane is going!
I'm sorry. You'll stop, please.
What does that shoot?
Water?
Bullets, I'm afraid.
You shouldn't be so anxious to leave us, Mr. Kane.
You'll hurt our feelings.
You make it very hard for me to refuse your invitations.
Susie, come on.
No, no, Susie!
Come here. Hello, Susie.
You know where we're going?
We're going for a piggyback ride.
That's right. You like piggyback rides?
Dick, Joe!
Get after him!
Hurry up!
Get him!
Get after him!
Hurry up!
Come on.
Get going. Wait a minute. You can't take me away like this!
Don't tell us what we can't do, chum.
Go on, get started.
I tell you, you've got to get him!
Just because he's got a big ranch and a fancy pool and a lovely house doesn't mean he's a nice guy.
Why don't you find out the kind of things he's been doing?
Sure, sure.
We know all about that.
Just come on along. The baby had the letters, I tell you.
Oh, of course, Susie would be only too glad to cooperate, but, you see, it'll be quite a few months before she'll be of any assistance.
No, no, Susie.
Those are not for Susie.
Those are for the gentleman.
All right, let's go.
Where're we going?
We're gonna let you get a little idea of the county jail.
You won't find it the best in the West.
But it won't hurt you to rough it for a couple of days till they come up from Los Angeles for you.
You can't hold me without a warrant.
Chum, do I have to keep asking you not to tell us what we can't do?
I'm trying to explain!
You give me a break.
There isn't time! Time's the one thing you don't need to worry about.
You'll have it to burn.
You'll have 20 years, nice and quiet, if you get the right lawyer.
And if you don't, you'll have all the time there is.
What's wrong, Mac?
What's holding us up?
Truck ahead, blocking the whole road.
Looks like they're changing a tire.
Got a cigarette?
Sure.
All you want.
Hiya, bud!
Hey, what's the matter?
He went behind those rocks!
Not over here.
There he goes!
There he is!
Hello there.
Hello.
I got caught in this storm.
I'm pretty wet, I'm afraid.
Maybe you'd like to come inside and get dry.
Did you leave your car down on the road?
Why don't you bring it up and put it in the shed?
I'm afraid it won't do it any good standing in the rain.
I don't have any car.
You might say I'm traveling by thumb.
By thumb?
Yeah, I'm a hitchhiker.
Oh, I see.
I've always thought that, that was the best way to learn about this country and the surest test of the American heart.
Yes, I guess it is.
Will you go to the fire and dry your clothes?
Thanks.
Thanks. I think that they'd dry more quickly if you hung them up and put on something of mine.
Oh, no, thanks!
This is fine.
We could do with another log on the fire. Would you?
Why, sure.
You must stay until this blows over.
It won't detain you long.
These autumn storms are short.
They yield to none in wetness, but they are short.
Yes, I...
I'm sorry, I should have warned you.
Those logs are heavier than you'd think.
I drop them constantly.
Yes, they are heavy.
I guess I was too smart trying to pick it up with one hand.
Good job it didn't land on your foot.
That often happens to me.
You're lucky.
Yeah.
I'm lucky.
Oh, I was forgetting.
My name is Phillip Martin.
Oh, I'm Barry...
Mason.
I'm glad you found yourself near here, Mr. Mason, when the storm came.
It's a pleasant thing to have a guest sharing the fire when the rain is beating on the roof.
You live here alone, do you, sir?
Yes. Except I really don't think of it in that way.
You see, sounds are my light and my colors.
My music, for example.
I compose a little.
And there's nobody to tell me that the results are anything but brilliant, so I live in a comfortable glow of self-appreciation.
I'm afraid I prefer playing the works of other composers.
Undoubtedly, you'd prefer listening to them.
I used to play the triangle in our high school band. Of course that was a long time ago.
Oh, that's too bad.
It's unfortunate when you let yourself get out of practice on the triangle.
The piano is a boon to me.
The piano can't know that you're blind, so it doesn't embarrass you by trying to make things easier for you.
It does you the compliment to trust you.
Delius, the British composer, was blind too.
That's our only resemblance.
This is his Summer Night on the River.
A very interesting effect, obligato on an apple.
Oh, I apologize, Mr. Mason.
I forgot how hungry you must be after your long walk.
Just a moment. I'll get something.
Oh, no.
Thanks.
This is fine.
I like apples.
So do I. We'll save them for dessert.
It was all ready, you see.
All I needed was a reminder that I was hungry, too.
Are you dry enough?
Just about, sir.
It stopped raining.
Is that a car coming?
Two cars, I think.
Excuse me.
One car is my niece's.
I'd know the sound of that motor anywhere.
The other is a stranger to me.
There's a couple of men in it.
The girl's standing beside it, pointing down the road.
They must've asked her where to go.
This is an easy country to lose your way in.
That's one of its charms.
The car is moving. It's starting off down the road now.
The girl's coming up the path.
That's my niece.
She's been staying with me.
She comes from New York to spend a month with me every year.
It's one of my greatest pleasures.
Unhappily for me, she can't stay longer.
After a month she finds the quiet deafening.
Oh, Uncle Phillip.
Hello, old boy.
Uncle Phillip, what do you think happened?
You didn't know we had a guest.
You turned your back and see what happens.
My niece, Patricia Martin, Mr. Mason.
How do you do?
Uncle Phillip, there was a car full of detectives down the road.
They wanted to know the way to town.
They're searching for a man that got away from them.
It was on all the radios and everything. They said he's a really dangerous criminal.
He... My dear, the police are always on the alarmist side.
But they said this man is really dangerous.
I'm sure they did.
How could they be heroes if he were harmless?
Pat, dear, would you mind not having any further quotations from the police?
Their remarks are always so expected.
They kill conversation.
You've probably seen the face of my niece before, Mr. Mason.
Why, yes.
I was wondering where I'd seen...
As a matter of fact, you've seen her practically everywhere.
I'm told that billboards she adorns would reach across the continent, if placed end to end.
But I can't imagine who's going to place them end to end, nor why they should consider it the thing to do.
Uncle Phillip never has really been enthusiastic over my career as a model.
Oh, well, relatives are like that.
My, aren't you two mean, going ahead and eating without me.
I'm starving.
Would you pass me one of those plates, please, Mr. Mason?
Oh!
What's the matter, Pat?
Have you just seen his handcuffs?
I heard them as soon as he came in.
Uncle Phillip, he must be the man they're looking for!
Yes, very probably.
But you should have given him to the police.
Are you frightened, Pat?
Is that what makes you so cruel?
But you've got to!
He's a dangerous man.
Oh, Pat, come on.
Mr. Mason may be many things, but he's certainly not dangerous.
In fact, I'm not at all convinced that he's guilty.
Uncle Phillip, it's your duty as an American citizen.
It is my duty as an American citizen to believe a man innocent until he's been proved guilty.
Pat, don't tell me about my duty.
It makes you sound so stuffy.
Besides, I have my own ideas about my duties as a citizen.
They sometimes involve disregarding the law.
But what are you going to do? What are you going to do with him?
I'm going to turn him over to you, my dear.
And you're going to drive him down to Tim, the blacksmith, and have those preposterous contraptions removed from his wrists.
Oh, Uncle Phillip, how could I do a thing like that?
Because, you know, I can see a great deal farther than you can.
I can see intangible things.
For example, innocence.
Will you go with my niece, Mr. Mason?
Oh, yes, sir!
If you don't mind?
But what'll I tell the blacksmith?
Tell him Mr. Mason is my friend and my guest.
He won't ask any other questions.
Go ahead, Pat.
Go with her, Barry.
Barry, I know, is your name.
Your voice explained to me that Mason isn't.
But as I told you before, names are of such little importance.
I don't know how to thank you, Mr. Martin.
Go ahead, Barry.
Go ahead.
And do the things I wish I could do.
Good luck, Barry, and for heaven's sake, get back in practice on that triangle!
Is the blacksmith's shop very far?
Not very, right along here.
And is he... Is he really all right?
He and my uncle are great friends. Oh.
I guess he's all right, then.
You needn't worry.
He's all right.
He's a darling blacksmith. Only I'm not quite sure how much experience he's had with handcuffs.
Do you mind if I see them?
I wonder what he'll have to do to get them off. I can't quite see.
Could you hold them a little nearer?
Now I feel better.
I'll bet you do.
I'll bet this just makes you feel great, doesn't it?
In case you're interested, the blacksmith's shop is two miles back.
We're on our way to the police.
Your uncle's certainly gonna be proud of you!
The world isn't full of kind old gentlemen, like my uncle.
You're gonna find that out.
Even my uncle wouldn't have been so kind if he'd known more about you.
All right, go ahead. What did I do?
I'd be kind of happy to know.
If it had been any other sort of crime, if a man had stolen because he was starving, even if a man committed murder to defend himself, maybe I wouldn't tell the police.
But there's only one reason why a man commits sabotage.
That's worse than murder.
Surprise for you, Miss Martin,
I agree with every word you say.
Please don't talk to me anymore.
That will be my pleasure.
Well!
I'll see that she doesn't!
Never try driving this way. It hurts.
I'm stopping the first car I see.
Help!
Come on. I can't get along without you.
Let go of me! Help!
Help!
Get the police!
Help!
My, they must be terribly in love.
Looks as though this car has been overheated.
Fan's broken.
I'm cold.
Yeah, I know.
And you're hungry.
Now mostly I'm cold.
Look, if you'd stop trying to be a hero and decide to be on my side, maybe we could do something about your being cold.
Build a fire?
No, I wasn't exactly thinking of that.
Well, I didn't want to insult you by not even trying.
What do you want to turn me in for?
Haven't you got your picture stuck up in enough places now?
I just want to do my duty.
That's hard for you to understand.
Why won't you believe I'm all right?
'Cause you still don't make sense.
If you really hadn't done it, you would've gone to the police.
I've told you it's a question of time!
If I go to the police, it'd take me weeks to convince them.
If they're as dumb as you are, it'll take me months.
Do you think we're very far from Soda City?
I don't know.
We'll ask at the next town, if there's a next town.
Well, anyway, I don't believe that part about Tobin.
You don't believe it because he's got a big ranch and a beautiful pool and...
No. It's just hard to believe that about any American.
Well, you believe it about me!
Well, you're different.
You look like a saboteur.
You have a saboteur's disposition.
Don't tell me you've decided to be on my side.
No, I'm cold.
Say, aren't you wasting your very valuable time, sitting up here admiring the scenery?
Hey, look at that.
Looks like we've got company.
What do you suppose all that's doing way up here?
They aren't moving very fast, are they?
You know what we can do?
Oh, no, you won't.
Sorry, honey, I can't take a chance.
You're right.
I'd turn you in at the first opportunity I get.
Let go of me!
Let me go!
Ouch!
Help! Help!
Won't you give me one break?
Won't you wait till we get to Soda City?
All right.
I'm sorry I've got to leave you here alone.
But I told you what I've got to do, and I'm gonna do it.
There's only one thing I want to warn you about, snakes.
There're a lot of them out here.
Of course, there's only five or six poisonous kinds, but there are a lot of the long, squirmy, slippery, slimy ones.
Barry!
I'm coming up in the world. Now I'm better than the snakes.
Barry, please!
Are you with me?
Yes, yes!
Now, what made you change your mind?
I can't turn you in if I'm stuck out there.
Oh, so that's it.
Go back with the reptiles.
Let me go!
Who's there?
You've got no right here!
Stop it and get off!
Now, now, Major.
Ah, stowaways.
In the middle of this desert sea, we acquire two more vagabonds.
Bedouins like ourselves, eh, Esmeralda?
Why, they're just a couple of kids.
Our car broke down a way back, and we walked for miles.
We saw your bus and hopped on. We didn't want to wake you at this hour.
Broke down, eh?
We didn't pass no wrecks on the highway.
The whole thing sounds like a pack of lies.
You see, we were off on a side road.
I know.
A moonlight night and a parked car.
That's nice.
Oh, no, really, we were just...
Esmeralda!
Everywhere you search for sex.
Get your eyes out of the mud and look up at the stars.
Oh, I beg your pardon.
My name is Bones. I am also known as the human skeleton.
How do you do?
And this is Esmeralda, our bearded lady.
Naturally, we're very proud to have her as a member of our group.
You poor kids must be tired.
Come on in and sit down, have a little rest.
We're trying to get to a place called Soda City, a couple of hundred miles north, I think.
Well, then, you won't get there till morning, so make yourselves comfortable.
You must meet our other co-worker,
Tatania, our little human mountain.
A very great lady, indeed.
How do you do?
What goes on there?
Oh, did we wake you, honey?
That's too bad. Oh, I was awake.
I wish you'd tell Mignonette to do something about that insomnia of hers.
I've been tossing and turning all night.
I wish you'd tell Marigold to shut her silly old face.
Are you girls not speaking to each other again? Dear, dear.
Marigold's mad because I got her beau away from her back in the last town we played.
Kindly tell Mignonette I heard that last remark, that I wouldn't have the gentleman in question as a gift.
Nothing but a common novelty-seeker.
Girls, girls! What will our guests think?
Hey, he's cute!
You hear that? There she goes again.
Stop your squabbling.
They are tired.
They've been walking for miles! Nobody gave you a lift?
I know.
The normal are normally cold-hearted.
Stop gabbing and get these tramps off!
A cold heart, partly reduced in size.
I won't take no insults.
Get them off.
Aw, Major, honey... Don't "honey" me!
I've got a contract.
It provides for safe transportation, and it don't say nothing about picking up hobos.
That's the police, all right.
They must be looking for somebody.
Who could they want?
Me, I guess.
Oh! The carefree youth, and he has handcuffs on.
What do they want you for?
For something somebody else did.
I don't believe he's done anything wrong!
I'll go to bat for him anytime.
I've always told Mignonette she'd get mixed up with the police if she wasn't careful.
They're starting to search at the front.
Well, what are you waiting for?
Hand him over to the police.
He's perfectly right.
He's a little stinker.
Seems like a terrible thing to do, but it'd be terrible, too, if we got into trouble...
All right, Bones, call the cops!
Just a minute, Major.
In this situation, I find a parallel for the present world predicament.
We stand defeated at the outset.
You, Esmeralda, have sympathy, and yet you're willing to remain passive and let the inevitable happen.
I have a belief, and yet I'm tempted to let myself be over-ridden by force.
The rest of you, with the exception of this malignant jerk, are ignorant of the facts, and, therefore, confused.
Thank heaven we're still members of a democracy. We'll put the matter to a vote.
No vote. I'm against voting!
Fascist!
You know how we stand so far.
The twins, as usual, are on opposite sides, and so their votes pair.
Tatania's on both sides at once and therefore neutral.
The Major is for delivering these young people to the police, and I, frankly, am against it.
Esmeralda, the decision is up to you.
Well, I don't want any trouble any more than anybody else, but while you've been talking, I've been looking at something, something pretty fine, too.
I've been looking at that little girl there standing right beside that poor young man.
Never a word.
Never a question.
Taking everything he's had to take, stringing along with him, whatever happens.
And I've been thinking, it's the good people that stick when anybody's in trouble, and there aren't many good people in the world.
I think that we, all of us, know that better than most.
And, well, it isn't something you see every day of the week, so I vote...
We don't give them up.
Good girl, Esmeralda.
This is subversive! I won't stand for it!
Oh, no, you don't, cuddles!
You'll abide by the will of the majority.
Back into your places and pretend to be asleep.
That's all you have to do.
Here, honey, you sit right down here.
Come on, young man, we've got to hide you.
Turn all the lights off.
Here. Take off your coat and put this on.
Come on.
Wake up in there! Hey, what is this?
Halloween?
Police.
Oh, is that so?
Haven't you got anything better to do than waking up law-abiding citizens in the middle of the night?
We're looking for a young man and his woman companion.
He's got dark hair, between the age of 20 and 25.
The dame's supposed to be good-looking.
Have you seen them?
Now, where would I see anybody as normal as that?
Who's this?
Doesn't look like one of your troop.
Sure, she's one of us.
She's our little snake charmer.
Right now she's sitting on a box of snakes so they don't get lonesome.
Can you imagine that?
And a good-looking gal, too.
Well, I guess you can all go back to sleep now.
A snake charmer! Well, well.
You never can tell about women.
It's all right.
You can come out now.
Wait, justice, come back! Sit down here!
We're on our way.
I don't know how I can thank you, sir. It's all right, my boy.
It gives you a good feeling when you can help somebody.
You people have a right to know what this is all about. It's all right, son.
If that little girl of yours can trust you, I guess we can. The baby!
She's had a tough time.
Poor little girl. She's worn out.
I'll take care of her.
Come on.
Let's go.
Better let the snakes get some sleep.
They have to look good tomorrow.
I'm sorry.
What for?
For being such a dope.
You'd have been a dope if you hadn't been scared.
You're tired, that's all that's the matter with you.
Get some sleep.
You'll be fine.
I can go to sleep, all right.
I'm so tired.
I want to tell you something.
I believe you.
Do you, Pat?
You didn't, you know.
It's a free country.
A girl can change her mind, can't she?
Sure, she can.
Thank you, Pat.
They made me so ashamed.
They're so nice and trusting.
They're wonderful people, all except that nasty little Major and the mean twin.
I don't suppose you can really blame the fat lady though, when a woman has lost her figure that way.
Welcome to Soda City.
The heart of the bicarbonate belt.
Well, we might as well do the town.
There's nothing here.
I suppose we are a little late.
I'm sorry, darling.
I knew I shouldn't have brought you here.
I'm not complaining.
This is great, isn't it?
Solution to all my problems.
I was counting on this place.
A dump like this, 5,000 miles from nowhere.
Look at this.
It's been in use.
Let's go around to the window.
Careful!
Don't cut yourself.
Hello? Hello?
Hung up.
What sort of phone is that?
It's a field telephone.
Well, a room with a view.
What do you suppose they cut that for? I don't know.
Say, look.
Tripod.
Looks like it's the right height.
Yeah.
Something else goes with this.
There!
That's it.
See anything?
Not yet.
Uh-oh.
Let me see!
Why, that's a... Why, Barry!
Yeah.
We better put this away.
Take that.
Say!
The wood.
What about it?
They wouldn't burn that in a stove.
Why not?
The smoke would show.
That's a car.
You better hide.
No, not here.
Hey. What do you think you're doing around here?
Hiya. I was wondering when you'd get here.
Where are you from?
What are you sniffing around here for?
Excuse me.
Funny, you knowing about this place.
I don't quite get it.
You might have thought it over more carefully.
Your coming here doesn't help us a bit.
The heat's on this guy and he shows up here.
Tobin sent me.
The old man must be off his nut sending him up here.
Be a little more careful, Neilson. Your criticisms in front of other people.
Yeah.
Don't talk that way about the old guy.
I'll watch out for myself, Doc.
Me, too.
Don't forget about me.
That's why Tobin sent me up here.
He said you'd know how to take care of me.
I guess that makes it pretty clear, Neilson.
I don't know.
A guy walks in out of the desert, and right away I get orders.
It ain't so clear to me. I'm a little better than a stranger, friend, if you'll remember my press clippings.
Yes.
Mr. Kane has done pretty well down South.
His accomplishments can't be disregarded, at least I hope not.
A man that has served as well as he has is entitled at least to recognition.
I'm entitled to more than that.
Protection, too. You guys have got to take care of me.
I'm sure the firm will do its best.
They're known to be quite loyal to their employees.
Neilson will see to it that the firm's record is maintained.
You got it easy, you guys from back East.
You give orders.
You do that, all right.
The big boys with the desk jobs.
All you got to do is reach for a telephone, sit back in a big leather chair, and us guys out here have got to take the rap.
You know, I think I'll go back East and work for a while.
You're not a very good example of loyalty to the firm.
Yeah?
Well, I'm getting just a little bit tired, see.
So am I!
I'm getting tired of all this talk.
Let's get going!
The trip up here was no pushover. I had to hoof it most of the way.
I got no place to hide you out.
That ain't my line.
That ain't your line, huh?
What about you?
You don't seem so interested, either!
Or I suppose you're just the big brains!
Or maybe you take a chance now and then just for laughs.
Or maybe it doesn't work that way.
Maybe I'm the only guy that sticks his neck out.
Well, get this, both of you!
I pulled a big job and they're after me.
And you guys are gonna take care of me and do it right, or you're gonna have trouble on your hands.
I've got to get out of this part of the country!
The ground's burning up under my feet!
I've got to get back East!
It's a little more crowded back there. A guy doesn't stand out like he does here.
Hey, take it easy.
Hang on to your nerve.
I've been hanging on to my nerves! I've been hanging on long enough!
I understand your difficulties. I'm sorry about all the talk.
But in this business, we always have to make sure.
I think I know him now.
I'm driving back East, you know.
You'd better come with me.
All right, let's get going.
Get all the things together.
After we leave, I want this place cleaned up.
You won't be coming back here.
Why not?
You think they got the place spotted?
I'm making sure.
You'll have to find another place and store all this stuff.
Well, it's not gonna be easy.
It's your job. If you can't handle it, I'll have to get someone else.
All right.
I'll handle it.
You'll need some clothes.
Size 42.
What'll we do about these?
Hmm. How did you manage to break them?
On an automobile fan.
That's very bright of you.
I think we can even take care of that, but let's get started now.
Did you hear something?
Where does that lead to?
Just another room.
The way out.
You see, we figure that Kane and the other fellows are probably heading for New York.
If there's anything I can do...
We sure appreciate that.
Why, anyone would have done the same thing.
That's right, this war sure makes a difference.
Everybody wants to get in and pitch.
Now, if you'll just give me your address in New York, Miss Martin, we can contact you back there.
Or maybe you could wire me about which plane you're taking.
We may want to get a hold of you fast.
Well, I can do that when I get back to my uncle.
Okay, Miss Martin, just keep in touch.
I'm glad we came this way.
It adds a few miles to our trip, but somehow I've become a little sentimental.
I want to take a last look at it.
Beautiful, isn't it?
A great monument to man's unceasing industry and his stubborn faith in the future.
You'll be moving along soon.
Are you carrying any cameras or firearms at all?
Nothing at all, Officer.
You, sir?
No, sir.
They must get a lot of power from this dam.
I think it supplies about 75% for the Los Angeles district, naturally including most of the power for the defense plants there.
Well, do you think there's any... Do you know Tobin very well?
No, not very well. I met him just that once at his ranch.
Did he have the child with him?
His grandchild?
Yes. He seemed to be very fond of her.
That's one of the things I like about old Tobin, his love for that little girl.
Evidence of a good heart.
I have children, too, you know.
Oh?
Two boys. Nice little fellows.
Aged two and four.
The four-year-old is naughty at times.
He's quite a problem.
We get him a new toy and within half an hour it's smashed to bits.
And then, sometimes, after it's all over, he seems almost sorry.
Sometimes I wish my younger child had been a girl.
In fact, my wife and I often argue over a little idiosyncrasy I have.
I don't want his hair cut short until he's much older.
Do you think it'd be bad for him?
Well, I don't know, it might be.
When I was a child, I had long golden curls.
People used to stop on the street to admire me.
Things are different nowadays.
If you gave the kid a haircut, it might save him a lot of grief.
Ah, we're on our way.
Drive to 401 instead of the office.
Okay.
Anything wrong?
Plenty. I've just called the office.
They've disconnected the phone.
Same old phone company.
Should have paid the bill.
This is no time for jokes.
The police.
They're watching the office.
The disconnected phone, it's our signal.
You think they're watching for me?
I don't know.
Who'd know you were in New York?
Oh, yeah.
I guess you're right.
How about Brooklyn tomorrow?
Do you want me on the job? When are you going to learn to keep your mouth shut?
Sorry.
I thought he was in on it.
Shut up!
It's all right.
I'm good at keeping secrets.
Let's go.
Good evening, Mr. Freeman.
Hi, Mr. Freeman. Hello.
Ah, pleased to see you, Mr. Freeman.
Have a good trip? Yes.
Thank you, Robert.
Madam is upstairs.
She's waiting anxiously for you.
Oh, thank you, Robert.
We'll go right up.
This way.
Who's that?
Hey, is this a hotel?
What's the festivity?
It's for a very worthy cause. Mrs. Sutton often gives her house over to charity affairs.
She's a very generous woman. I have an idea she isn't going to be really pleased to see us on a night like this.
Idiots, all of you.
Stupid, inefficient idiots.
Everything is left to me.
I have to hover over all of you like an old hen.
I'm sorry, Mrs. Sutton.
The guests downstairs expect me to put in an appearance.
After all, as you say, they want something for their $25!
I will not have my benevolence abused.
My life, my position, they're important to me.
I'll do my best, Mrs. Sutton.
I only wish your best were a little better.
Oh.
Mr. Freeman, I'm glad you've come at this time.
I was just telling Edward... Is this the young man?
Must you bring him here, as well?
I certainly can't furnish him with sanctuary.
This house is full of guests, important people!
Don't you understand my position, Mr. Freeman, with this young man here?
The police are already watching your office.
Thank goodness they'll never come here.
But a little more of your stupid behavior and even the respectability of my house won't shield you.
I'm sorry, Mrs. Sutton.
We can't leave any loose ends.
All right!
All right! But for heaven's sake, stop playing the conspirator.
Now tell me all you know about the girl or ask him.
Why didn't you tell me about the young lady back in Soda City?
Oh. Well, I didn't think it was important.
She was just a girl, like anybody else.
She picked me up, she was pretty.
I guess it was kind of risky.
Well, there you are.
I'm so sorry to have exposed you to any risk.
What's she doing here?
You're surprised to see me again.
How did you get here?
It doesn't matter how she got here.
The point is there was no reason to bring her here at all!
You see, Mr. Kane,
I just learned on the telephone at the gas station that she was most indiscreet after she left you at Soda City.
She went straight to the local sheriff, who, fortunately, happened to be a particularly good friend of ours.
Oh, don't waste time in explanations, Mr. Freeman.
You've got to get the girl out of this house, all of you.
I will not have my benevolence abused!
So you played smart.
That's great. That's a big help to all of us.
No, I wasn't smart at all.
I haven't been smart for four days.
Even when I went to the sheriff I hesitated.
I hated to do anything that might get you into trouble.
Yeah, I sympathize. The mistake I made was not leaving you back there with the snakes!
You might have at least learned to rattle.
I was right about you in the first place.
Good evening, Mr. Kane.
I didn't know you were a bookworm.
You must let me choose something appropriate for you.
Something not too difficult for you to understand.
Let me see.
Here we are.
This will do admirably.
Remarkable work.
Somehow prophetic.
Why are you here, Charles?
And what's all this nonsense about books?
I am a refugee.
I have at last joined that revolting group of world travelers.
One ultimately turns into the thing one despises most.
And whom have I to thank for it?
You, Mr. Freeman.
The girl was allowed to escape unobserved.
She left Mr. Kane, went straight to her uncle.
And that charming old man went to the police.
As a result, a whole hoard of officers came to my house.
Luckily, I was leaving when they arrived.
And the others, the very loyal ones, well, they're paying for their loyalty.
How appalling!
Your charming house.
I'm so sorry, Charles.
It's rather lucky.
You might have been sorrier.
And you might have been a little more efficient in this whole matter, Mr. Freeman!
What good is it going to do you to insult me?
We're in trouble now.
And so the most important thing is to make sure of everyone around us.
Of Mr. Kane?
I'm just not sure.
I want to know that he's all right.
All right?
What an understatement.
He's much more than that!
He's noble and fine and pure.
And so he pays the penalty that the noble and the fine and the pure must pay in this world.
He's misjudged by everyone.
Why, even the police have a completely erroneous impression of him.
I can assure you that contrary to what is supposed and to what he may himself have told you, that young man is certainly not one of his country's enemies.
Charles, you're joking!
I mean exactly what I say.
Mr. Kane is definitely no part of our little organization.
Your protégé.
Well, you've done splendidly.
You bring him here, you idiot.
Now what in heaven's name are we going to do with him?
That's a very appropriate question.
Not much we can do with him.
I made the mistake once of turning him over to the police.
That's even more impossible at the moment.
I'm afraid there's only one thing we can do.
You see, the new law threatens all of us with the death penalty.
So, I'm afraid we'll have to apply the ancient axiom.
Tooth for a tooth.
Kane for a Tobin.
Please don't discuss things of that sort here.
It's rather nauseating and quite out of place.
Oh, Charles, I'm frightened.
We must take all precaution.
Of course.
We must also continue with our work.
It's too risky now.
We're already abandoning the dam.
We must remain inactive for a while.
Inactive?
You are utterly mistaken.
Once we do that, our organization is finished.
We must carry on at all costs. What about tomorrow's work?
Tomorrow's work?
You can't abandon that after all your preparations.
But, Charles, the risk...
Is great.
I know that.
Unfortunately, we will have to carry out our orders.
I am leaving for the Caribbean now.
My position here is more impossible than all of yours.
Of course I'm rather looking forward to Central America.
Havana will be very gay this season.
You know, somehow I've suddenly had enough of this country.
The war has made it grim.
You're leaving us here to face everything, and you'll be on a boat sailing along.
It all sounds idyllic.
Oh, Charles, Charles, this whole thing, it's impossible.
It's panicky.
I'm deeply sorry.
There you are, darling! How unbecoming for a hostess to hide herself away.
Am I intruding?
I am so sorry, but I just must kidnap Henrietta.
I've had some trouble with these people.
They're doing the catering and making rather a horrid mess of it.
Our boy will appear any minute with the caviar! I assure you.
I'll stake my reputation on it.
Don't be a fool!
Get to the house phone.
How'd you get here?
They met me at the airport. I thought they were the police, then they brought me here.
Wait a minute.
No use trying the way I came in.
Let's walk right out through the front door!
Might as well.
Yes, sir.
We'll watch the back exit.
They won't get out.
No good.
See the one on the other side?
I met him on the way in.
He's one of them. We'll never get out that way.
What can they do to us?
Plenty.
They'd grab us. We wouldn't have a chance.
But these people would see them do it.
Of course. And if anyone had a question, we're a couple of gatecrashers.
Barry, this is awful.
It's like a bad dream.
All these people here. Isn't there anyone we can trust?
Sure there is.
All of them.
Only which one?
Excuse me.
This may sound sort of crazy.
In fact, I don't even know how to start.
But this whole house is a hotbed of spies and saboteurs.
I'm not being silly.
I assure you. Even our hostess, Mrs. Sutton.
What's the matter with you, sir?
You're drunk!
You're not even dressed.
What'd he say?
Oh, he thinks I'm drunk.
When I read in the papers what those Japs are doing...
Beat it out! Beat it out.
Keep it natural. Eight to the bar.
Yeah, man.
Stay in that pitch.
Pardon me.
Did you pay $25 to get in here tonight?
No, not exactly.
My boss gave me a ticket.
I need your help very badly.
We're in the middle of the biggest bunch of fifth columnists in the country.
Are you kidding?
What's the gag?
No, I'm on the level.
Aw, you're kidding.
We got a wag on the joint. The guy's trying to rib me.
Aw, sling him your curve.
Beat it out, son. Beat it out.
Excuse me, sir. I'd like to talk to you about something very important.
What is it, Mr. Kane?
You know it's hopeless.
Why don't you join Mr. Tobin upstairs for a little supper?
I'll show you the way.
Barry, before they get to us, go out and stop the music and tell them! Tell them all!
Honey, this is the Sutton mansion. I'm just a guy from Glendale, California, wanted by the police.
They'll grab me as soon as I open my mouth.
What are you gonna do?
We can't just stand here.
I know where we'll be safe.
Barry, I'm scared.
It's so unreal, all these people dancing and having a good time.
Yeah. And when you try to warn them, they laugh at you.
They think you're drunk. That gray-haired man you spoke to, he seemed like such an honest citizen.
Hmm. Just a friend of the family.
I guess the room's well sprinkled with them.
They're so smart.
That's what frightens me.
Yeah, they're smart, that's because they're ruthless.
It's easy to win when you forget about the rules.
A man named Fry drops a wallet in California and we wind up here, you and me.
That's the only good part of it, I'm with you.
I wish it were somewhere else.
The North Pole, I wouldn't care.
We might wind up there yet, too, chasing Fry over the old glacier!
Fry.
He seems so small now.
I'd forgotten about him.
So had I.
Well, we can't just go on dancing like it's Saturday night at The Palladium.
We can't just wait till they come and get us.
What do you think they'll really do?
Oh, right now they're probably haggling over the price with Murder Incorporated.
Oh, Barry, please!
Sorry, Pat.
I hate to be out of it now there's still so much to do.
If ever there was a time when staying alive was important, you heard what they said.
Something about a job they are going to do tomorrow in Brooklyn.
The Navy Yard.
One of us has got to get out of here.
Maybe if I start something, you can make a break for it.
Well, what about you?
You can't worry about me.
We got to take a chance.
Oh, Barry, why couldn't I have met you 100 years ago on a beach somewhere?
Bathing suits looked awfully funny 100 years ago.
I'll bet you'd look beautiful, though.
Afraid we're not behaving very well.
What's the difference?
We weren't invited anyway.
Pat, this moment belongs to me.
No matter what happens, they can never take it away from me.
Oh, pardon me.
Do you mind?
Oh, excuse me.
Would you care to dance?
Why, yes. Certainly.
Oh, you're really a much better dancer.
Thanks.
Who was the man you were dancing with?
I have no idea.
I never saw him before.
No, I mean the man that just left you.
I know.
That's who I'm talking about. I never saw him before in my life.
Oh, what a pity.
That was lovely.
I hope you will ask me again.
Oh, thanks.
Thanks a lot.
Well, young man, you seem to be enjoying yourself.
Charming party, isn't it?
Where is she?
You mean your young lady? I thought you were taking care of her.
Perhaps she has a headache and lying down somewhere.
Would you like to come with me and look for her?
Hold on.
Ladies and gentlemen.
Ladies and gentlemen!
Your attention, please.
I have something to tell you.
Something you ought to know about this house and about your hostess.
I beg your pardon, sir, but before you go on, I think you might like to take a look at the curtain on the balcony.
I'm not much of a public speaker, ladies and gentlemen, and some of you are probably wondering how I can tell you anything about your hostess that you don't already know.
Her graciousness, her kindness, her many charities.
Well, I want to tell you that you have a big surprise coming, ladies and gentlemen.
Tonight, in this house, for the benefit of this great cause for which she's already done so much, our hostess, Mrs. Sutton, is putting up for auction one of her most treasured possessions, one of the famous Sutton jewels.
Mrs. Sutton, would you kindly step forward?
Thank you.
Mr. Kane, the young lady is asking to see you.
Are you sure?
I wouldn't keep her waiting if I were you, sir.
Yes.
Will someone please... Admiral, how about you?
Would you take over for me, please?
Excuse me, please.
Delighted, sir. Thank you.
Ladies and gentlemen,
I will entertain your bids for this beautiful bracelet, which has been donated by our hostess, Mrs. Sutton.
What am I bid?
$1,000.
$1,000 has been bid.
Do I hear any more?
$1,500.
$1,500 has been bid. Do I hear?
$1,750.
$2,000.
$2,000 has been bid for this beautiful bracelet.
Where is she?
You seem to have a soft spot for that young lady.
You can't afford to make yourself that vulnerable, not when you're out trying to save your country.
Why is it that you sneer every time you refer to this country?
You've done pretty well here. I don't get it.
No, you wouldn't.
You're one of the ardent believers, the good American. Oh, there are millions like you.
People that plod along without asking questions.
I hate to use the word stupid, but it seems to be the only one that applies.
The great masses, the moron millions.
Well, there are a few of us who are unwilling to just troop along.
A few of us who are clever enough to see that there's much more to be done than just live small, complacent lives.
A few of us in America who desire a more profitable type of government.
When you think about it, Mr. Kane, the competence of totalitarian nations is much higher than ours.
They get things done.
Yeah.
They get things done.
They bomb cities, sink ships, torture and murder, so you and your friends can eat off a gold plate.
I neither intend to be bombed nor sunk, Mr. Kane.
That's why I'm leaving now.
And if things don't go right for you, if we should win, then I'll come back.
Perhaps I can get what I want then, power.
I want that as much as you want your comfort, or your job, or that girl.
We all have different tastes, as you can see.
Only I'm willing to back my tastes with the necessary force.
You certainly make it sound smooth and easy.
Well, that's a trick.
I know the results of that power you believe in.
It killed my friend, and it's killing thousands like him.
That's what you're aiming at.
But it doesn't bother you, I can see that.
Because you really hate all people.
Let me tell you something.
The last four, five days I've learned a lot.
I've met guys like you and I've met others, people that are helpful and eager to do the right thing, people that get a kick out of helping each other fight the bad guys.
Love and hate.
The world's choosing up sides.
I know who I'm with.
And there are a lot of people on my side, millions of us in every country.
And we're not soft. We're plenty strong.
And we'll fight standing up on our two feet, and we'll win.
Remember that, Mr. Tobin.
We'll win, no matter what you guys do.
We'll win if it takes from now until the cows come home.
Mr. Kane, I think we've discussed the rights of man sufficiently.
I'm feeling a little tired.
You must be, too.
Robert, do you think you can arrange for Mr. Kane to sleep somewhere tonight?
Yes, sir.
Certainly, sir.
That's enough, Robert.
Very good, sir.
Think you can take care of this? Yes, sir.
Will that be all, sir?
Yes, thank you.
It doesn't matter what arrangements we've made, to what trouble we've gone.
This whole job hangs on one thing, timing.
If the section of the slipway goes up before the actual moment of launching, then all our efforts have been wasted.
If you blow her too late, well, then you just scare the crowd.
Timing, timing, timing.
That button must not be pressed until the ship starts to move.
What arrangements have been made for getting out of there?
As soon as the camera cables are unhooked, this truck goes.
We got a fix at the gate to get through without failing.
Who's handling the camera near the slipway? I am.
The wires to the explosives were laid last night.
All I have to do is hook them up to the camera.
Too bad we have to lose a good camera.
Well, everything seems to be taken care of.
I'll be waiting for you at the newsreel office.
Have they gone?
Yes.
How is she?
Okay.
She's having her breakfast.
Any trouble keeping her quiet?
No.
I made a deal with her.
You see, she got tired of having that adhesive tape over her eyes and mouth.
Well, I hope we get rid of her soon.
I promised to take my kid sister to the Philharmonic.
Give me the key. There it is.
I'm sorry we couldn't keep you at the house last night, but Mrs. Sutton has a limited number of guest rooms, and I suppose Mr. Kane was first in line.
Where am I?
Oh, that's a trade secret.
I only hope it isn't too high for you here.
Mr. Kane's quarters are nearer the ground, but he's being well looked after, and, like you, is probably enjoying a hearty breakfast.
Somebody get the fire hose!
Whose place is that?
That's Mrs. Sutton's house.
Oh, who's she?
Some rich dame.
Saw something in the paper about her doing things for charity.
Right here somewhere.
Here.
What about tomorrow's work?
Tomorrow's work?
You can't abandon that after all your preparations.
But, Charles, the risk... Is great. I know that.
Unfortunately, we will have to carry out our orders.
What's the time?
10:50.
Thanks.
Brooklyn Navy Yard, quick!
How much?
15.
Got change? Yes.
Courtesy of the Navy Department, we are now able to take you to the Brooklyn Navy Yard, where over a national hook-up we will endeavor to bring you a description of the actual launching ceremony of the Navy's capital ship, the USS Alaska.
And so without further ado, we switch you now to the Brooklyn Navy Yard.
Here we are at the Brooklyn Navy Yard.
It's rather a windy autumn day, but still it's a pretty good day for a launching.
I guess any day is a good day for a launching in these times.
Our microphones are located in several key spots, so we'll be able to bring you...
What's holding us up?
Traffic, buddy.
What do you think?
Here.
I'll walk. Okay.
Well, I guess the main speaker is about to begin.
Ladies and gentlemen, I am now turning you over to Bill Donnan, who is located on the actual platform.
Go ahead, Bill.
This is Bill Donnan, ladies and gentlemen. We're located up here on the platform, right below the bow of the great ship.
It towers over us like some enormous monster.
This platform on which we have...
Take me to the guy in charge!
Okay. I'll take care of this.
What do you want?
Something's gonna happen at the launching, sabotage.
Where'd you get your information? I can't say now.
There isn't time.
What can I do? We got to have a little more than that to go on.
Better come in the office and talk to the chief.
I tell you there isn't time!
What do you expect me to do?
Take me to the guy in charge of the launching.
No, you got to go through the office first. That's all.
Towley, 1050.
Very crowded at the moment with all kinds of Navy officers... Wait here. ...and Navy personnel.
I can see in the group to my left Rear Admiral Pierce and Mrs. Pierce.
It is Mrs. Pierce who will perform the actual bottle breaking today.
She is shaking hands with a great many people down there right now.
Just a second, ladies and gentlemen. I see Rear Admiral Pierce moving toward the microphone.
Yes.
I think he's going to begin his speech now.
We'll switch you over to the speaker's microphone.
The launching of a ship in a time of war is always a solemn occasion.
Today, when our fleet is fighting on all the seven seas, this ceremony gains magnitude for it represents, for the American people, a victory.
Where'd that guy go?
I don't know.
He just stepped outside.
...by the strong, diligent of hands of American workmen.
Let us rejoice, then, at this moment.
Let us be confident working for this great country to show the world what America can do.
Our American soldiers, who are freely giving their lives, so that we in this country can live in decency, security and peace.
This is Bill Donnan again, ladies and gentlemen.
You've just heard Rear Admiral Pierce speaking from the Brooklyn Navy Yard.
His speech is being received with great applause... Lock the back doors, quick!
I can handle this!
Be ready to pull out as soon as she goes.
The naval officer is handing her a bottle of champagne that is tied somewhere above it.
The crowd is tense.
It is indeed a solemn occasion.
I switch you over to our microphone near the bow of the ship so that you may hear the actual launching.
Now I can see that Mrs. Pierce is moving towards the bow of the ship.
I'll switch you over now to Mrs. Pierce.
In the name of the people of the United States,
I christen thee Alaska.
What's the trouble?
Don't know.
An explosion somewhere.
George!
Everything okay?
No, give us a hand.
We got a guy.
Better scatter.
Go down the corridor and through the iron door. It will take you to the music hall.
We'll go this way.
You must go, go at once, before Henry catches you here.
See here, I thought you wanted to make the old boy jealous.
Not anymore. He's threatened to kill you on sight.
Oh, I say, you don't think he'd go that far, do you? Of course he will.
Oh, will you go before it's too late, before he shoots you to death?
See here, are you trying to tell me
Old Henry's got a gun, a real gun?
Oh!
What do you think this is?
I've caught you at last, you rat in the grass!
Stop that!
Run, Wilbur, run!
Before he gets your range!
I think I got it now.
Get out before I shoot again!
Run, Wilbur, run!
Quick!
It never touched me!
I'll get you this time.
My husband!
He's shot!
I'll kill the rat if it's the last thing I do! He was only kidding.
I swear!
And I'm only kidding, too!
Get out of here!
Get out of here!
He's gone mad!
Mad! Go on.
Get out! Get out!
Not that way! He'll kill you!
Stop him!
Help!
Murder!
Help!
Run, for heaven's sake!
Run for your life!
There he goes!
He's the one you're after.
You're the one we're after. Come on!
I tell you, he's the one.
He'll get away! Come on!
Pat, grab a cab and go after him and don't lose him.
Taxi!
Downtown.
Whereabouts?
Anywhere.
Just keep going downtown.
May I have change for the telephone, please?
There you are.
Operator?
Give me the FBI headquarters, please.
Federal Bureau of Investigation.
Hold on, I'll put you through.
Make sure he doesn't leave by the next boat.
Talk to him, follow him.
Do your best to keep him there until our men come along.
A girl says she thinks she's traced Fry to Bedloe Island. She's crazy. He'd never go there.
Where did you pick up Schultz last month? In that museum, that modern art place.
And Renaldo?
You caught him looking at the fish in the aquarium, didn't you?
Yeah, but the statue's a dead end. That's why he's smart.
You better get going.
Let me take him along in any case, just to make sure the girl hasn't made a mistake.
Burke, you're one of the most obstinate men I've ever met! Get going.
Come on.
Pardon me.
Could you tell me which is Brooklyn?
I've seen you before, haven't I?
Sure.
On that boat coming over.
What'd you ask me?
About Brooklyn, I was wondering where it was.
I've heard so much about it.
Over there.
Where are you from?
New York.
What are you handing me?
Oh, no. You see, I work in a store downtown.
Now, I never get a chance to get out.
I just sit around all day, and I never see anything.
So I said to myself, the first vacation I get, I'm going to see the Statue of Liberty.
This must be a big moment for you, huh?
Oh, it is.
And it means so much to us now.
Why, I was just reading here in this booklet.
Did you know this statue was given to us by the French?
Do you know what they had written on it?
"Give me your tired, your poor, your huddled masses,
"yearning to breathe free,
"the wretched refuse of your teeming shore.
"Send these, the homeless, tempest-tossed to me."
And just look at the French. Isn't it sad?
Yeah.
Very sad.
Oh, it's such a beautiful statue.
I could just sit up here all day thinking about it.
Couldn't you? Some other day, maybe.
Not right now.
Right now I got to catch that boat back.
You coming?
Well, there's another boat in 15 minutes.
Couldn't we wait?
All the people have gone, and we'd be alone, just you and me.
Sounds cozy.
But I...
I haven't got the time.
Oh, on a nice autumn day like this, you couldn't spare 15 minutes for me?
I don't like autumn.
You're not being very nice to a lonely girl.
You look as though you might be lonely, too.
Yeah.
I got to catch that boat.
Fifteen minutes shouldn't make such a big difference, Mr. Fry.
Who are you?
Come on.
Quit stalling.
Who are you?
I think I told you.
A working girl on her day off.
Don't kid me!
What are you doing here?
It's rather a long story, Mr. Fry.
It all started with an unknown blonde, an aircraft worker at a factory in Glendale, California.
I get it.
Little Miss Liberty, carrying the torch.
Why'd you follow me?
Why do you think?
Take a look down there.
If you can't figure it out for yourself, they're coming for you.
Do you see him in this bunch?
No.
Barnes, you stay here and watch this end. The rest of you fellows, come with me.
You two, watch that side.
I'm going up.
Barry! Pat, where is he?
He started down!
Are you sure?
He's up here!
Come on, Fry!
I'll get your sleeve.
Don't you go over. If you slip, that will be three gone.
Quick!
Get a rope.
Can you get a grip with your feet?
I can't.
Kane, I'm getting a rope!
They're getting a rope. Hold on, Fry.
I'll clear you.
I swear I will.
I'll clear you.
Hurry up with the rope!
Tell them quick.
The sleeve.
Sleeve!
Kane!
Good day to you.
Come to have a look at Bramley End, have you?
Pretty little place, and a nice old church, too.
13th century, parts of it.
Still, it won't be that that's brought you, I don't suppose.
It'll be these names on this grave here and the story that's buried along with them.
Look funny, don't they?
German names in an English churchyard.
They wanted England, these Jerries did, and this is the only bit they got.
The Battle of Bramley End, that's what the papers called it.
Nothing was said about it 'till after the war was over and old Hitler got what was coming to him.
Whitsun weekend it was, 1942.
As peaceful and quiet here then, as it is now, even though there was a war on.
It was Saturday morning when those army lorries came rumbling along the road from Upton.
We'd have laughed if you'd told us we'd got a real live German right under our very noses and we'd have thought you was a bit weak in the upper storey if you'd said the chaps in those lorries
was anything else but ordinary British Tommies.
Pretty soon we learned better and no mistake.
- Morning, Peg. - Morning, darling.
Well, we'll be sharing a bottle after tomorrow.
- Promise me something. - What?
You'll never come home with the milk.
- Good morning.
- Good morning.
Could you tell me where the village policeman lives?
Yes, the cottage beyond the one with the porch.
Oh, thanks awfully.
We have to see about billeting our men.
Looks as though I shall have company while you and Tom's on your honeymoon.
Now you behave yourself, my girl.
Well, I'll do my best.
Wonder what they'd come here for.
Nothing that'll make any difference to you, my girl.
You get on with your work.
Whatever can soldiers be doing in Bramley?
Exercise probably, Mrs Carter.
Funny way to take exercise riding in lorries.
Good morning. Are you the police officer here?
Yes, sir. I was just shaving, overslept like.
Begging your pardon for coming to the door like this, sir.
That's all right.
Here's the billeting notice.
What for, sir?
Didn't the Billeting Officer warn you about our arrival?
No, sir. Care to step inside?
We shall need billets for 60 men. For about three nights.
60 men, sir?
That's a large order for a small village like this.
I dare say, but there's a war on, you know.
I could squeeze about half of them in, sir, but as for the rest...
You'll have to, I'm afraid.
Oh, there's the village hall, sir. There's room there for a tidy few, I reckon.
Maybe you'd care to have a word with the vicar, sir?
Certainly.
Where is the vicarage?
- Just along past the church. - Maxwell, you take the car and go
-with the constable to the other billets. - Right, sir.
- Mr Ashton'?
- Yes, my father's in.
Could I see him?
- Well, will you come this way? - Thanks.
Good morning, sir.
Oh, I didn't realise. I'm afraid I'm disturbing you.
- Not at all. - My name's Hammond.
- Do sit down, won't you? - Thank you.
I'm in charge of a party of sappers. Hello!
We've been sent to do a job of work down here.
- In Bramley?
- Yes.
Really?
My dear, another cup.
Oh, that's very charming of you. We've been on the road for hours.
So, what can I do for you?
Well, sir, it's a question of billets.
The local policeman said that you might be kind enough to lend us the village hall.
Well, what do you think, Nora?
Well, I don't see why not, Father.
First Aid can always meet here.
Yes, I see no reason why not.
Oh, splendid, thanks very much.
You needn't worry about damage or anything of that sort.
They're a very good lot of fellows.
- Milk and sugar?
- Please.
And your own sleeping quarters, have you made arrangements about them?
Not yet, sir. One likes to get the men fixed up first, you know.
Oh, thanks.
We have a spare room here.
It's rather a cubbyhole, I'm afraid, but you'd be most welcome.
Well, that's extremely kind of you, sir, if you're sure it won't cause a lot of inconvenience.
I mean, I expect you're understaffed and...
We shall be most offended if you refuse.
Then I accept, of course. Thanks very much.
Good morning. I'm afraid I've come again to borrow the...
Oh, I'm so sorry.
- Oh, do come in. - All right.
Let's see, the keys of the hall are with Mrs Collins.
That's the village shop.
You shouldn't have deserted the Army.
I only came to borrow those garden scissors.
The Army wanted Father, not me.
I think the scissors are in this cupboard.
Oh, wait a minute, you've got them.
Don't you remember, I brought them across on Thursday.
Oh, yes, of course, you did.
I must be getting absent-minded.
The penalty of middle age.
Don't be absurd, you're not middle-aged.
I've got a wedding after morning service tomorrow.
Young Tom Sturry, our innkeeper's son, but, of course, if you're thinking of holding a church parade...
Oh, I'm afraid we'll have to work right through Sunday, sir.
You see, we've only been given a few days to do this job and, much as we'd like to...
Oh, yes, quite, quite, I quite understand.
- This is Mr Wilsford, Mr Hammond.
- How do you do'?
You should have said Corporal Wilsford, Father.
Mr Wilsford is the leading light of our Home Guard.
Though considering all he's done for the village, he ought to be a brigadier at least.
Home Guard, eh?
You're just the man I want to see.
We've been sent along to put the village in a state of general defence.
General defence?
Dear me, that sounds very alarming.
Merely a routine matter.
You know, Father, machine-gun posts, barbed wire, like they have over at Upton Ferrars.
Who's your O.C.?
I'd like to get hold of him as soon as possible.
There's a fellow called Drew. Lieutenant Drew.
He's the baker over at Upton.
He'll be here on his rounds quite soon.
Good. In the meantime, perhaps you could give me
-a rough idea of the tactical layout. - By all means.
Then I won't disturb your breakfast any further.
I'll send my kit over later, if I may, and thanks again for your hospitality.
- Goodbye.
- Goodbye.
I'd like to be at the manor this morning, Father.
Why, my dear, what do you mean?
Well, poor Mrs Fraser. Haven't we rather stolen the guest of honour? On!
- The cigarettes are on the table by your side. - Thanks.
Let's tackle the problem in a practical way.
Six at least at West's Farm.
- Well, ma'am, I enquired at the farm and...
- Six at West's Farm.
Then Mrs Rogers need only have one.
She said she'd prefer to have two. She thought it'd be more proper like.
At 73?
She's old enough to know better.
Mrs Rogers, one.
One at Farm Cottage?
That's out of the question.
I thought the young ladies could share for tonight, seeing that Miss Peggy's going on her honeymoon tomorrow.
Quite. Leaving Ivy all by herself.
And she certainly isn't old enough to know better.
As you wish, madam, but it do seem a waste of a good bed.
Very well, but you must take the responsibility.
- About here, Mr Maxwell. - Oh, yes.
I'm cram full of evacuees, but there's always that sofa, and if your O.C. isn't outsize, I shall be only too glad to...
Excuse me.
Hello?
Oh, good morning, Nora, dear.
Yes, they're here now.
Garbett wanted to consult me about the billeting.
I thought you could take...
Who is?
Oh, is he?
Oh, I'm sure that'll be very nice for him.
Yes, I'll give the message.
Goodbye.
Your O.C.'s staying with the Ashtons, so you'd better have my sofa.
It's a great deal more comfortable than the vicarage spare bed, I can assure you.
- Oh, thanks. - You must both dine with me tonight.
- The Ashtons are coming...
- I wish we could, but we've a lot to do, I'm afraid we shall be late tonight.
Besides, we've only our battledress.
Oh, as if that matters.
As for dinner, I'll make it whenever you like, so that's settled.
- You've a car outside?
- Yes.
Very well then, I'll come with you and knock some sense into old Mrs Rogers.
Oh, it's an Army car. I'm afraid civilians are not allowed to...
I don't mind.
Come in. My, uh... My housekeeper's out, I sent her to Upton, so you can speak quite freely.
Good, my orders are to give you all the necessary information.
- How much do you know already?
- Practically nothing.
Do sit down, will you?
Berlin has a maddening habit of making us work in the dark.
Airborne and seaborne invasion in force is to be launched on Monday night.
- Monday night?
-No, thanks.
- The day after tomorrow?
- Yes.
Our task is to jam radio-location.
With the apparatus we've got, we can put the British locators out of action.
My unit deals with the central area.
Radius, 300 miles.
But this apparatus must be extraordinarily complicated, if it needs all those men to assemble it.
Not to assemble, but to protect it.
If we are found out, we shall be attacked, and my orders are to hold this village, and to continue to hold it for 48 hours after invasion starts.
Uh-huh. Oh, so that's why you want to contact my O.C?
Exactly. It's always useful to know one's enemy's plans in advance.
Hello?
- Hello?
- Telegram for you.
- Hold on a second, Violet, while I get a pencil. - Okay.
I had that pencil of mine a minute ago, everything seems to be losing itself this morning.
Daisy, see if you can find those keys for me, will you? There's a good girl.
What keys was it you was wanting, sir?
- The hall. The village hall. - Well, they're usually kept...
- Yes, she's already looked there. - Oh.
That couldn't be them, could it, hanging up by those ladies'?
Why, so it is.
Found them?
That's right.
Sergeant, I'd better come with you, the lock's a bit tricky.
Daisy, find an envelope for that and pop up with it to the manor house.
But we've run out of envelopes. You told me to remind you.
Oh, never mind, they tell us to save paper.
But, wait a minute, we can't both of us be out at once,
I'll take it, it's only a step further.
- Sorry to have kept you waiting. - I hope you won't be long.
- No, why?
- You've got the telephone.
Oh, so I have.
What are those colours for?
- Royal Engineers. - You ought not to tell.
Oh, the cards, I mustn't take them away.
You boys'll be glad of a game.
Oh! The great, big...
You great, bullying brute, you.
Knocking a child about, you're a disgrace to your uniform.
Why, you're no better than a German, that's what you are.
Did you see what this man did?
You report him to your officers at once.
- He was tampering with equipment. - Well, what if he was?
There's no call for a great, hulking brute...
All right, all right, you'll be on charge for this.
And so I should think.
And let it be a lesson to you, young man, not to go nosy-parkering.
I shall tell Mrs Fraser about you. Disgraceful!
Well, here we are, sir.
Yes, you can see the whole place from here, except the manor house, that's just beyond those trees.
Nice and compact, easy to defend from up here.
- Have you worked out a plan of defence?
- Oh, yes, sir.
To begin with, I've established an observation post over there.
- Just behind that hedge, there. - Good.
- Then I've light machine-gun posts. - How many'?
Whereabouts?
One along the Upton Road, at the bend there.
And the second one at the top of the school lane.
- The one that runs south from the green. - Oh, yes.
And the third down the road past the village hall.
Just near the manor house gates.
If you were the enemy, which direction would you deliver your main attack from?
The woods around the manor house, sir.
- They give much the best cover. - Yes.
Well, I think you've told me all I want to know.
You can always give Drew a ring, if there's anything else.
- That's right. - Thanks.
I appreciate your cooperation, Mr Drew.
It's going to make my job a good deal easier.
If there's nothing more for the moment, sir,
I think I ought to be getting along with my deliveries.
Yes, and if any of your customers are angry, please put the blame on me.
- Good day, sir. - Good day.
I'll see you tomorrow at the exercise.
- Splendid fellow. - Oh, yes, keen as mustard.
What is this exercise, anything special?
No, action in the event of a parachute landing.
You'd better report sick, in case I need you.
All right, I'll have a sprained wrist or something.
If you've any general suggestions to make, I'd like to hear them.
Well, most of your men could pass for 100% British
-like the sergeant, couldn't they?
- All, except one. A radio technician.
Well, I suggest that some of them should pay a visit to the local pub,
The Ring of Bells, tonight. Look very odd if they didn't.
Right! Anything else?
Well, they should make themselves useful in their billets.
So?
You know, minding the baby and keeping an eye on the kettle, and so on.
Ah, I see.
What part of the world do you come from?
Manchester.
Eee, then we're neighbours.
I come from Stockport.
Good old Piccadilly of a Saturday night.
I said I come from Manchester, not London.
Well, I know you did, but I mean Piccadilly in Manchester, silly.
Oh, of course, I was forgetting. I left Manchester when I was a child.
Oh, I see.
Well, that's done anyhow.
You carry those in, will you?
I'll take these. Come on.
There we are. Put those on the dresser.
Now come and sit down and make yourself comfy.
Seven days' leave isn't much, is it?
No, it's all we chaps get.
I know.
But have I been waiting for it.
Dear Tom. Dear, dear...
It's like old times to hear Bill Purvis's shotgun again.
He gave me a rabbit yesterday.
Black market?
Wedding present.
That must be Joe Garbett coming to have a look.
That's torn it.
If we budge, he'll hear us and if we don't, he's sure to come and catch us.
Not if I knows anything. Now you stay where you are.
And 'ang on to Betty.
When I whistle for 'er ten times, let her go.
- Then you nip off home, see. - Okay. What about tomorrow night?
Eleven o'clock. Same place.
Betty?
- Still, Betty. Still. - Betty!
Where are you, lass?
Five...
Not yet, Betty.
Six...
- Oh, good evening, Mr Garbett. - Evening, Bill.
That dog of mine run off again, so I just come in to have a look for 'er.
Beth'!
I heard a couple of shots up this way a moment or two ago.
- Didn't happen to have a gun with you?
- A gun, ha!
When I'm just out looking for me dog.
That dog of yours doesn't seem to be around here at all.
Nine.
Ten. Phew!
Trespassing in Manor Wood and no reasonable excuse.
Psst. Where you been, you wicked lass?
Gettin' your master into trouble with the constable.
Very nearly.
Well, I must be getting along to me supper, got a nice stewed rabbit.
- Rabbit?
- Found on the Upton Road.
Got run over, I suppose.
- Goodnight, Mr Garbett. - Goodnight, Bill.
Come on, Betty.
- Evening. - Good evening.
What will you have?
- Bitter. - Light ale.
- Same. - Yes, sir.
Here you are, Jim.
- Ah, thank you. - Evening, ma'am.
- Oh, good evening. - Will you take a drop of something?
Well, that's very kind of you, I'm sure.
I wouldn't say no to a small port.
MAN: Seventy-two.
Billets nice and comfortable, I hope?
Billets?
Oh, yeah.
Fred was saying quite home from home, weren't you, Fred?
- That's right. - Bit of excitement for us.
We never had so many foreigners in the village before.
- Foreigners?
- Well, strangers to these parts, like.
We always call 'em foreigners round this way.
That'll be two and six, please, sir.
- Two beers, Jim. - Righto, Pat.
Thank you, sir.
Your very good health and down with Hitler.
Goodness, how dreadful, I've only just realised.
Realised what?
It was seeing you again made me remember.
I never took it up to the manor house after all.
- The telegram. Oh! - You had it at the hall.
I must have left it there then. I'd better pop round and see if I can find it.
There's a guard on the door. He won't let you pass.
Be a good Samaritan and come with me, won't you?
Come on, be a dear.
- Another game?
- No thanks, I've had enough.
- How much do we owe?
- Let's see now, in English money that's... - Pay attention!
This lady's lost a telegram.
Anyone seen such a thing?
A telegram?
Has it been opened?
It wasn't in an envelope, just the form.
It was addressed "Fraser" and signed "Maud."
I can't think what on earth I could have...
Why, I believe that's it.
It is, thank goodness for that.
We've been scoring on the back of it, I'm afraid.
Never mind, I've found it, that's the main thing.
Oh, but what about your game?
You'll need it for the score.
We'd just finished.
Oh, that's all right then.
Bit of a makeshift in here.
Not very comfy for you, is it?
No.
Oh, well, I'll be getting along then.
I haven't had this done for me since I was about six.
- There you are. - Thank you so much.
If you ask me, I think he sprained his wrist on purpose.
When I think of those Germans gorging themselves on French wines, it makes me quite furious.
I'm afraid I haven't much sympathy for the French.
That's one of the many points we disagree about, isn't it, Nora?
Well, they let us down so abominably. I think they deserve to suffer for it.
My dear, I don't think anybody's so bad that they deserve to live under Nazi rule.
Talking about France, were you over there before Dunkirk?
Up to our necks in it, weren't we, Maxwell?
Yes, spent most of our time blowing up bridges the French had forgotten to attend to.
- Absentminded fellows, the French. - VICAR: You mean fifth column?
That must have been the most unpleasant thing of all, never knowing who was working for the enemy.
I can't understand what a fifth columnist hopes to gain, in the long run.
Power, I suppose.
Well, that's one thing we haven't got to worry about.
No one can tell me there's a potential fifth column in England.
Oh, I'm not so sure, Mrs Fraser, you're just the type.
You love exercising power, now. Now, you admit it.
There's something in that.
You'd better keep an eye on me when the invasion comes.
This famous invasion that the papers keep trying to scare us about.
You don't think it's a genuine possibility?
Personally, no. The boche is devilishly good on propaganda.
They start the invasion rumours in order to make us keep millions of men tied up here in Britain.
Which is why we have the luck to be sitting here enjoying your excellent dinner, Mrs Fraser.
Well, excellent or otherwise, I'm afraid that's all there is of it.
Oh, Mrs Fraser, it arrived this morning.
You've every right to be angry.
But it's only about your cousin coming to tea tomorrow.
My clear Mrs Collins, what are you talking about?
- A telegram. I've got it in here somewhere. - Come inside.
That's me all over, what with the sergeant calling for the keys, and all...
Coffee in ten minutes, Bridget.
I'm ever so sorry about the envelope, but I've run right out.
I must remember to order some more. There isn't any answer, is there?
No, there's no answer.
Well, I'll run along, then. I haven't had me supper yet.
What are all those figures?
Oh, it's the soldiers. I left it at the hall.
They've been using it for their cards, to score on.
Yes, but why should they form their figures in the continental way?
The continental way?
Yes, the seven, for example.
They've put a stroke across the middle of it. Look!
There you are, and there's one of those elongated fives.
What an extraordinary thing.
I don't see anything extraordinary about it.
It's probably a Czech or a Pole. There are lots of them here.
Yes, but would they be in the Royal Engineers?
Goodness, makes you think.
Well, I refuse to see anything sinister in an elongated five!
I don't agree with you.
You never do, my dear.
What was the man like?
The one who was scoring?
- Oh, seemed a bit slow in the uptake. - How do you mean?
Well, didn't seem to grasp what I was getting at.
Did he say anything to you?
He only said "No" when I asked them if they found the place quite comfy.
"No," just like that?
Manners, I thought to meself at the time.
Then he might have been a German, for all you could tell.
I see, so you think there's a German spy among Major Hammond's men.
A spy who can't understand English?
No. No, that's absurd, of course.
Perhaps they're all German spies, carefully disguised as Royal Engineers.
Well, I don' t know what to think.
The one that went for young George this morning,
I told him to his face he was behaving like a German.
Now, listen, Mrs Collins, you remember that scarecrow in my field signalling to the Germans?
Made a proper laughingstock of meself, didn't I?
- You certainly did. - Yes, but this is quite different.
And quite as ridiculous.
Well, once bit, twice shy. I'll be trotting along.
We'll let sleeping dogs lie, If you get my meaning.
We will.
Well, I think we ought to tell Oliver Wilsford about it at least.
Please yourself, my dear.
Of course, if you want to appear a fool in his eyes.
That was certainly a good one, Wilsford.
VICAR: What do you think, Nora?
Mr Maxwell was up at Cambridge with John.
He stroked the Jesus boat the year they bumped Emma.
Nora. The radio.
- Coffee, everyone? - VICAR:
Thank you.
JUNG: We drove through Cambridge on our way here, sir.
- MRS FRASER: Sugar, Vicar?
- If you please.
JUNG: Honestly, you'd hardly recognise the place.
Nothing but civil servants and the RAF.
- Thank you so much. - Thanks.
- Would you mind stirring it for me?
- Certainly.
Come on, Ted.
Hey, take a squint at Dad.
Done up like a dog's dinner.
Well, cheerio, Dad.
They'll take him for the bridegroom, not the best man.
- Ah, good morning, Mrs Owen. - Oh. Good morning.
- Bob! - Coming.
- They're here. - Hello, boys.
- Goodbye, my dear. - Bye-bye, Bob.
Be back about four.
Oh, Bob, wait a minute. You're forgetting your sandwiches.
Oh, thank you.
What's your missus given you, enough for the whole platoon? Morning. - Goodbye.
That's a fine way to spend your wedding morning, isn't it?
The governor's upstairs dressing himself up like a Christmas tree.
These blinking' collars.
I've a mind to put on me uniform and come with you chaps after all.
- I'll come up and help you fix it. - Come on.
- All the best. - Cheerio. Save us a bit of cake, Tom.
- Ah, there you are, miss. - What is it, George?
I'm busy.
His nibs says I've got to have a clean surplice for the wedding.
His nibs.
George.
Well, your old man then.
But you had a clean surplice only last week.
I know, miss, but them birds' eggs in my pocket, didn't half make a mess.
You'll have to wait until I've done the bedrooms.
I'll be late, I will.
- Whose room is this then?
- Major Hammond's.
Cor, you got 'im?
Posh pyjamas.
- George. Don't meddle. What are you doing?
- Nothing, miss.
Leave that alone and don't meddle.
Hmm, funny sort of way to spell chocolate.
C-H-O-K-O-L-A-D-E.
And what does "Wien" mean?
Chokolade is the German for chocolate.
And Wien is the German for Vienna.
Perhaps he snitched it from a Jerry what crashed.
Don't meddle, blimey!
-It's extraordinary, most extraordinary. - I felt I had to tell you at once.
- Well, I'm very glad you did. - You see, it's not only this chocolate.
There was the writing on the telegram and all that Mrs Collins was saying.
It's more than evidence, Nora. It's proof.
I'll get on to Zone Headquarters at once.
Wait a minute, what a fool I am.
That D-46 that came in from the sub-area the other day.
- Yes?
- Well, they're tightening up on security.
Staging a series of tests all over the country.
- This must be one of them. - Tests?
Yes, you remember that thing in the paper about those two men who wandered all round Gerrards Cross, acting in a peculiar manner?
They turned out to be Security Police.
But surely they wouldn't send lorry loads of Security Police to a tiny little village like this?
Oh, no, presumably Hammond's doing a routine job and simply has some of these security men attached to him.
However, we can soon check up.
Do sit down, won't you?
I must say, I should hate to think that we were sharing our dinner last night with a couple of Nazis.
Hello? Hello?
I imagine he's doing a sort of mass observation.
Taking a cross-section of every type of the community from the big cities downwards.
Hello? Hello?
Really, Mrs Collins gets worse every day. Never mind, I'll try again later.
You did give me rather a shock, Nora.
Do you know, I could almost cry with relief.
I may be wrong, of course, but my explanation does sound rather more feasible, doesn't it?
It's close on eleven. You, uh...
You can't go to the wedding without a flower, can you?
Oh, thank you.
Father'll wonder what on earth, and there's George waiting for his surplice.
I'm afraid I've made an awful fool of myself rushing to you in a panic like this.
Nonsense, Nora. You've been a very good citizen.
Thank you, Oliver.
As for Mrs Fraser, she ought to be ashamed of herself.
- Good morning, Miss Nora. - Good morning, Mrs Carter.
I'll be across the church as soon as I've done this call.
Goodbye.
Ring Post One.
Report cipher radio message from White Cottage.
Warning for Plan B.
- Lieutenant Jung. - A message for you, sir.
Yes?
Yes.
Right.
Herr Kommandant, message from Wilsford. Warning for Plan B.
Plan B. Each man will deal with his own billet.
If persuasion fails, use force.
All the villagers to be assembled in the churchyard by 1200 hours.
- Right, sir. - Plan B.
Plan B.
Plan B.
Come along with me. Major Hammond's orders.
Go along with you?
Where to?
- The church. - We can't do that, son, we're chapel.
- Never goes inside church. - State of national emergency.
Major Hammond's addressing the whole village.
Addressing the whole village?
What about?
Don't know. Orders. Come along.
But I tell you I can't.
I've just put the joint in, besides, there's baby.
- Come on. - How dare you!
I'll report you.
I said, hurry.
There, there, lovey, don't cry. Mummy's all right.
We're going along with the soldier.
You two. Get in the back.
- What?
- Get in.
- You know how to drive?
- Yes.
Then get in.
Why the warning for Plan B? What went wrong?
Well, you did, among other things. Look at this.
Found in your haversack.
Well?
- Chokolade...
Wien. - Who found it?
Nora Ashton.
Naturally, in her distress, she turned to me, which only goes to show...
- You stopped her reporting it?
- Well, obviously.
I'm supposed to be trying to contact Zone Headquarters, which reminds me, I'd better stage a little attempt in support of that.
There's no need. We must get to the church.
All the same, your plan does rather depend on my cooperation, doesn't it'?
- Might be advisable to...
- You take orders from me!
Oh, quite.
Always remembering, my dear fellow, that I should keep up appearances with the villagers.
Very well, hurry!
- Hello? - Thank you.
Oh, by the way, your men will have covered the exchange by this time, I take it?
- Of course. - Hello!
Hello?
Oh, Daisy. Look, this is urgent.
Get me Zone Headquarters, Blackford 228, and make it priority.
Yes, sir.
Don't forget. Say there is a breakdown.
- It isn't true. - Do as I say.
Sorry, Mr Wilsford, there's been a breakdown.
And obey orders in future.
Now I'm at your disposal.
No, after you. Oh, prisoners first, I suppose.
Portrait of an English gentleman, yielding reluctantly to superior force. Oh!
Let us pray. Oh, God, who art the author of peace and lover of concord, in knowledge of whom standeth our eternal life, whose service is perfect freedom, defend us, thine humble servants in all assaults of our enemies,
that we, surely trusting in Thy defence, may not fear the power of any adversaries.
- Through the might of Jesus Christ, our Lord.
Amen.
Excuse me, sir, don't you know there's a service on?
Get back to your places.
Major Hammond, what is the meaning of this monstrous interruption?
Get back to your places.
Reiber!
Hoffman!
Muller!
Over there.
Over there!
Major Hammond!
I am Kommandant Ortler of the Fifth Parachute Regiment.
- Parachute?
- We are Germans, my men and I.
But, surely...
Jung, bring in the others.
They stopped me before I could telephone.
We have work to do here and we intend to do it without interference.
Obey my orders and you will not be harmed.
Any person who attempts to escape or communicate with the outside world will be shot.
Is that clear?
You ask me to bow down before the forces of evil,
-here in this House of God?
- I ask nothing.
I give you my orders.
I am a minister of the Christian faith.
I'll take no orders from those who are the enemies and oppressors of mankind.
Darling, don't worry, it's all right, don't be frightened.
Quiet, you fools!
Get back to your places, do you hear?
Listen.
What's up, Ted?
Bramley Church bell. Didn't you hear it?
- Get away with you. - Oh, the Corporal is hearing things.
Oh, pack it up, fellows.
It rang twice. See if it goes again.
Here, get down, you two.
Ted thought he could hear the church bell ring, sir, over at Bramley.
No, he couldn't have.
That's the signal enemy parachutists have landed.
I know that, sir.
We're only doing an exercise, not a full dress rehearsal.
Here, take cover properly.
I could've sworn I heard it.
Any further attempt will be as futile.
Any further offender will forfeit more than his own life, every member of his family will be shot.
I give you three minutes to come to your senses.
You will choose a spokesman and receive my instructions through him.
Now, you boys, go back to your places and put the candles out.
Yes, sir.
- Don't, don't. - Wait a minute, son.
- If only I could get to my switchboard. - Come with me. I must go to Nora.
The Home Guard, what'll happen when they come back?
You can't fight Tommy guns with bare fists.
We're not going to stick here and let them walk over us.
- Better dead. - That's right, Joe.
There's more of us than there are of them, some of us might get through.
Well, we've got to decide something.
I'm game to try anything.
- Me, too. - Same here.
- I'd like to lay me hands on them. - The bell.
- Let me ring it. - No, no, no. It would be mad.
- We're helpless. -It's all my fault.
I should have listened to them last night.
I feel so stupid, so useless.
We've only got a minute.
Now, listen, everybody, it's no good making martyrs of ourselves, that won't help us at all.
What's the alternative, to wait for a miracle to happen?
No, not a miracle, a chance. A sporting chance.
That's right. Do exactly what he tells us.
- Make him think we've knuckled under. - I see.
I might get through to Upton.
No, no, it's no good doing things on our own, individually.
They'd be bound to fail and just put these brutes on their guard.
- We've got to plan the thing properly. - Mr Wilsford's right, Jim.
- Yes, maybe he is. -If only I could work something out.
- Some sort of scheme. - MAN: He's coming back.
- Who's going to speak for us?
- Mr Wilsford.
- I second that. - Yes, yes...
Well, somebody must, I suppose.
- Well?
- We agree to obey your orders provided you keep to your side of the bargain, no harm to anyone.
Very good. I shall give you your instructions.
Outside.
You will be held responsible for order here.
Convenient, that gesture of the vicar's.
- At any rate, I think I've convinced them that...
- I want some details.
This list of yours.
A man named Purvis is missing.
Oh, yes, Bill Purvis. He'll be out poaching.
He might easily be away all day and night.
And the Home Guard?
Oh, there are four of them, armed with rifles.
They'll be back some time this afternoon.
Now, Sunday. No trades people, I presume?
There's the postman.
He makes a collection at Mrs Collins at five o'clock.
Then there's the boy with the Sunday papers from Upton. He goes to nearly everyone.
Very well.
Conditions in the village must appear normal.
Cyclists and hikers will be diverted.
People will return to their home until 8:00 p.m.
Well, if they do, I can't guarantee they won't...
You will not be required to.
My men will attend to that.
Then the children, they might blurt out anything.
Yes, that's a point.
Make Mrs Fraser responsible for them.
One of the maids can help. Send them all up to the manor.
The Vicar's daughter must go, too. She might become hysterical.
What time does this newspaper boy arrive?
Between one and two.
- What'll mum say?
- You go with him.
And stop your crying.
Repeat your instructions.
If any calls come from outside,
I'm to say the number's engaged or the line's out of order.
- Afternoon, Mrs Collins. - Afternoon, Johnnie.
What's the matter with your Daisy today?
Looks very sorry for herself. Been in the wars, has she'?
Ask no questions, you'll be told no lies.
Oh, thank you, Mrs Collins.
You stay where you are!
Oh, afternoon. Where's all the others?
Busy kissing the bride?
SOLDIER: That's about it, I'll take this.
- Do I pay for it now? - That's right.
COD. like.
There's a shilling. Keep the change.
Thanks, give them all my best.
There's no point in letting ourselves starve.
There's just a chance, anyway.
Well, it's better than not trying anything.
Go on, Marlene, do your stuff.
The sweet's just coming.
More cider?
I'm glad you like it.
It's last year's brew.
It was a good year for apples, last year.
By the way, when the boy comes with the papers, we always send a few eggs to his mother.
She's an invalid.
You'd like us to do the same as usual, wouldn't you?
Do you want to look inside the box?
Yes.
Plum tart. My speciality.
That'll be young Johnnie.
Sugar'?
We've got plenty.
- Good afternoon, Johnnie. - Afternoon, didn't expect to see you here.
Thought you'd be over at the wedding party.
Well, I had to give our billet his dinner.
There's the tuppence for the paper and here's some more eggs for your mother.
They're a bit on the small side again.
- But Mum didn't...
- Oh, I know she didn't mind about that, but they are nice eggs, all the same, though I say they shouldn't...
Would you like tea or coffee?
Coffee.
Still, if the hens can't, they can't, can they?
And if they help to make your mother better, that's all that matters, isn't it'?
Now, don't drop them on your way home, will you'? There's a good boy. Bye-bye.
You know when that rick caught fire in Upton, we could see the smoke from the top of the hill.
Well, if I could sneak down to the farm and start a bonfire, the Upton A.F.S. would be sure to come along to see what was up.
No, George, you don't get yourself shot while you're in my charge.
What're we supposed to do then?
Sit and twiddle our thumbs while the Jerries walk all over us?
There's plenty you can do.
Do you know what morale is?
Yeah, something what the Wops ain't got.
Well, I'm going to make you responsible for keeping up the children's morale.
Sit down.
The little ones are frightened.
I want you to make it seem a sort of game to them.
Give them a double ration of sweets and leave it at that.
Still, you're the boss, anything you say.
Afternoon, miss.
Johnnie, listen, it's very important. You've got to take a message to Mr Drew.
Yes?
Tell him we shall want six extra quartern loaves tomorrow, if he can manage it.
Six extra quartern loaves, okay.
Afternoon.
If there was only something. Something they hadn't thought of.
Perhaps there is.
Perhaps there is.
Edward!
Hey! Look out!
Oh, I'm so sorry. I do hope you're not hurt.
I'm okay, lady. Here, give us a hand with this bike.
Look!
The Home Guard.
Identity card, please.
Heavens, I hope I've got it.
Edward! Edward, give me that bag.
I suppose it's manoeuvres, I thought I heard shooting.
- That's right, madam. - Ah, here it is.
Thank heavens I shan't be taken prisoner after all.
You'll have to tell us where you're making for, if you don't mind.
Bramley End. The manor house.
- The manor house. All right. Thank you.
And you see, the Hampshire senior demonstrator sprained her ankle.
So they transferred me to Winchester.
In fact, I'm to give my first demonstration there this evening. Vegetarian dishes.
Oh, thank you, Dolly, just how I like it.
My cousin gives cookery demonstrations for the Ministry of Food.
- Oh, that must be very interesting. - Fascinating.
It's amazing what you can do with the most humdrum vegetables, if you set your mind to it.
- Really?
- Which reminds me, the other day, when I was rummaging for salvage,
I came across an old book.
I must show you.
It's my grandmother's recipe book.
Poor dear, she went all through the Siege of Paris, in 1870, you know.
Rationing wasn't in it.
Oh, here it is.
They were reduced to the most terrible straits.
And, of course, horse flesh was unobtainable after the first few weeks.
Rats were quite a delicacy, apparently.
Look, elephant cutlets. Good heavens!
Oh, yes, they ate all the animals from the zoo.
Parrot pie. Roast leg of bear.
Antelope steak. Tiger en casserole.
Your grandmother must have been a very courageous woman.
I believe hyena was too much for her, though.
She was ill for weeks afterwards.
Hyena?
I can quite imagine that was no laughing matter.
I wonder which is the best end of neck of giraffe'?
Goodness, I must fly! They've booked the hall for half past six.
Fascinating book. I shall certainly refer to it in my lectures.
- Do borrow it then, won't you? - Oh, may I?
I'll take the greatest care of it.
- Let me hold it for you. - Oh, thank you very much.
Oh, don't bother to come and see me off.
By the bye, I do hope your side wins.
- My side?
- In the manoeuvres.
Oh, yes, of course.
Thank goodness Edward's asleep.
I'll put this in the back for you.
Thank you. Goodbye, Dolly, my dear.
Goodbye, dear.
Oh, this window, the handle's broken. It's been rattling all the way here.
Now, what can I fix it with?
Oh, this will do.
It's a 1932 model, so you can't really blame it.
- Well, goodbye, Mr Maxwell. - Goodbye.
So glad to see you again.
Goodbye, darling.
One can't be too careful, can one? # Parrot pie, parrot pie Pie, pie, I cry Drat, that window.
But I've got these leftover.
You Germans are partial to sausage, aren't you'?
Help yourself, don't wait to be asked.
You're a sensible woman.
You'd do better for yourself to accept the situation.
Well, it's been a very pleasant surprise, really.
After the way the papers have been carrying on about you Germans being fiends in human form and sticking babies on the ends of bayonets.
- Sugar? - Mmm.
Babies on bayonets?
What would be the advantage?
That's just what I say.
Oh, you'll need the cruet.
You don't look at all that sort of man to me.
A regular family man, I should take you for.
I'm not married, but I have two fine sons who will soon be old enough to fight.
You don't say?
Well, I'm broad-minded myself and, uh...
And accidents will happen.
Here. That silly pepper pot. I'll do it.
I never had any children myself.
Mr Collins blamed me for it and I blamed him.
And then he was taken.
So we never found out.
Hello, Upton.
Hello, Upton!
Are you there?
Are you there?
Hello, Upton.
That's old Mother Collins. She can wait.
Hello, Upton!
- Are you there? Are you there?
Hello!
Calls herself a lance bombardier, too.
Oh, well, better see what the old girl wants.
Hello?
Hello?
- Good afternoon. - Good afternoon.
Is Mrs Collins in?
She's out. Can I help you?
It's the five o'clock collection.
Mrs Collins asked me to tell you there isn't any mail today.
-Isn't any?
- None at all.
Oh, well, good day, then.
Good day.
- Frank Leslie. - Here.
- John and Michael Farrar. - Here.
- Billy Curtis. - Here.
- Norman Williams. - Yes.
- George Truscott. - Here.
Everything will be all right, boys.
- Goodnight. - BOYS: Goodnight, Mrs Fraser.
- Mrs Cobham. - Here.
- John Underwood. - Here.
- Mrs Underwood. - Here.
- Oliver Wilsford. - Here.
- Mrs Owen. - Here.
Where's my husband?
Where's the Home Guard?
The Home Guard have been dealt with.
No!
Go on, Sergeant.
Jack Brown.
Jack Brown!
Here.
Silence!
- Phyllis Long. - Here.
- Charles Sims. - Here.
It isn't true, it can't be true.
I'm afraid it is, Mrs Owen.
- Mrs Bates. - Here.
- James Sturry. - Here.
- Mrs Sturry. - Here.
- Thomas Sturry. - Here.
Joseph Garbett.
- Joseph Garbett! - That's me.
What do you mean "dealt with"?
You understand well enough.
- Mrs Rogers. - Here.
- Mrs Barnes. - Here.
- Walter Pavitt. - Here.
439993! PW- -Here.
-Ivy Dorking. - Here.
What about the guards?
Well, they meet under the window, go around the house, meet on the other side.
- I'll have to time it okay, though. - What do you do then?
Well, what I always do, crawl down behind the tennis court through the kitchen garden and into the woods.
But suppose there's more Jerries about? Then what?
Make a detour.
Bill Purvis, he learnt me all the dodges.
And bring the Home Guard back?
Gosh! Perhaps there'll be a battle at Bramley.
You betcha. And we won't half give those blinking' Jerries the works.
Put the light out, Frank. I've got Mrs Fraser's torch.
Well, chaps.
- So long. - So long.
Have you hit on a plan yet, Mr Wilson?
Yes, I've got something worked out. Uh, Mrs Rogers, a cup of tea?
- But we must wait until...
- Wait while there's more killing?
- What's the use of that?
- Easy, Joe.
What about the bell, like the vicar tried?
No, no, no. They've removed the clapper, I heard them giving the instructions.
Don't forget we're counting on you, Mr Wilsford.
Now, wait a minute, wait a minute.
When Harry Drew comes around with his van in the morning, that's our big chance.
No need to wait till the morning, it's dark enough to try the other way.
- What's that, Charlie?
- Down the boiler room there's a kind of hedge where we had the coke shot in.
Gives onto the bushes on the north side.
It's plenty wide enough for a man to get through.
Wait till the guards are round the other side and then make a dash for it.
There may be guards all over the place, for all you know.
It's a chance, though. Come on, Charlie.
No, Jim. I thought of it and I'm going to do it.
- No, I'm fitter than you, Charlie. - I'm the one that's going.
- Now, listen, Joe...
- If you got caught, they'd not only shoot you, but your missus and Tom in the bargain.
I've got nothing to lose now.
- Let's go. - Oh, Garbett.
You stay here. I'll take on this job.
I'm sorry, sir, but I'm going.
Well, then, we'll both go together.
After all, two stand a better chance than one.
You make for Upton, I'll make for Highfield.
- One of us is bound to get through. - Right you are, sir.
This way, then.
Down them steps.
There's a sentry outside.
Mind how you go.
Listen, Garbett, we'll cut across the churchyard to the copse,
-then separate. - Very good, sir.
The gravestones will give us some cover in case we're spotted.
Guns?
Thunder and raining hard.
All the better.
Good luck.
Get down!
Get down, a patrol!
Who's there?
Oh, it's you, sir.
He tried to escape.
Where's Kommandant Ortler?
- I don't know, sir. - Lieutenant Jung, then?
At the manor house.
Better put something heavy on that coal hatch.
Try and find a garden roller or something.
Very good, sir. Come on.
That is the end of the English News on the European Service of the BBC.
You're listening to AI Fitzroy and his band playing to you from the Palace Hotel, London. Nora, my dear.
Gone.
- How are you feeling now, my dear?
- I'm all right, thank you.
I've just been listening to the news, there isn't anything.
Anything important, I mean.
They're playing dance music in town.
I can't believe we're not in the middle of the most terrible nightmare.
The Germans in Bramley.
It's hot.
Where's Oliver?
In the church with the others.
What are you doing?
Opening the window.
We want some air.
- Who's that? - The sentry outside.
Put the light out, then we can draw the curtains.
I can't hear a sound from the village.
They talk about a woman's intuition.
That's what warned you last night, Nora.
Not the writing on the telegram.
Intuition.
I don't believe in intuition.
If I did...
There's something...
What's the matter, Nora?
I don't know.
I don't know.
There's someone coming up the drive.
It's Oliver!
- He must have got permission to...
- Permission?
To walk about freely on his own?
Well, what other explanation can there be?
Sit down.
I came to tell you that the policeman found a way of escaping from the church.
I escaped with him.
He's now dead.
I think these villagers could do with a sharp lesson, don't you?
They shall have a sharp lesson.
Something that will put a stop to this once and for all.
You know these people. What do you suggest?
What about hostages?
That ought to keep them quiet.
Hostages?
Good.
- I must say you've been invaluable to us. - Thank you.
Hadn't you better hurry?
- You might get the Iron Cross for this. - Oh, yes. Quite.
You were warned.
The warning was ignored.
An attempt was made to escape.
It failed.
You all know the penalty.
The family of any offender is to be shot.
The man Garbett has a son.
Where is he?
He was in the Home Guard.
So...
I shall pick out five of the children.
They will be shot tomorrow morning.
They'll do it, too.
Take us older ones.
Do what you like with us.
We can spare you a bullet.
But that will not save the children.
My baby!
You are responsible for their deaths.
Nothing will save them.
Fancy a nipper at your age making all that up out of your own 'ead.
Every word of it's the truth, so 'elp me.
Get away with you.
And you gettin' 'alf drowned to come and tell me all that.
Go on, there's nothing...
Cor, you're right, sonny.
How we goin' to get past them all and through to Upton to Mr Drew?
I'll tell you. I'll cause a diversion and you make a run for it.
You're spryer on your pins than what I am.
Which way when I'm past these 'ere trees?
Across the common and use the gorse for cover, then across the stream, through Bailey's Wood, and that'll bring you out on the Upton Cross Roads.
- S' easy. - Yeah!
And run with your hands on your knees like I taught you.
- Look here, Bill. - Hello?
How you going to cause this 'ere diversion?
Oh, don't you mind, matey. I can look after meself.
So long, Bill.
Come on, Betty.
What's that?
That's what I was waiting for.
One of you down there, go and light those candies.
I can put the gas right if you want me to.
-It's my job. - What needs to be done?
The plant down there wants seeing to, it's a petrol vapour system, needs tending every so often.
Very well.
- Paul, go with him.
The lights'll go out suddenly.
The rest of you, stay where you are.
Keep way from those doors.
Leave him to me, Dad.
CORPORAL: Paul!
Paul!
Now keep still!
All of you.
Or I'll shoot.
Go on, Tom, go on!
That's right, lad, clout' im.
That's that.
Hold this.
Charlie!
Hello!
Can you manage single-handed?
I managed all right.
- What about the lights?
- They'll be on in a minute.
George!
Grace, come down, will you?
What's happened?
It's young George Truscott.
Why, he's soaking wet.
He's hurt his leg.
Lift him up, Grace.
It's a bullet wound. Phone the doctor.
Yes.
Hello, Exchange?
- Jerries. - That's all right, son.
- Jerries at Bramley. - What, son?
Grace, bring the brandy.
The time. It must be almost light outside.
We've got to save the children.
First things first, we've got to save those children, but there's something
-even more important. - I got this off him.
- We must get through to Upton. - You're wrong, Tom.
- It's the children matter most. - That's right.
We've got our duty, not only to our kids in Bramley, but to kids all over the country.
Dad's right. We got to get in touch with Harry Drew straight away.
Warn the Army and the Home Guard.
- We'll tackle the manor afterwards. - Why not split up'?
That's right, one to the manor and the others make a dash for Upton.
No, no, phoning's quickest.
They're sure to have guards on the switchboard.
We'll take 'em by surprise.
- We've got two Tommy guns and one revolver.
- Hold hard, son, once you start firing,
-you have the whole lot boiling down on us. - Yes, we got to do it quietly, if we can.
I got the whole thing clear. Dad and me will tackle Mrs Collins's.
- Two more to make sure. Who's game? - ALL:
Right, I'll take you, Mr Owen, you, Jack. Charlie, you take charge of the other party.
- Right. - Mother, you go with Charlie.
You, Peg, you and you, make your way to the summer house and the manor garden.
We'll join you as soon as we've done the phoning.
But the children, Jim?
Any luck, we'll have some more weapons by then.
We'll do in the guard, barricade ourselves in the manor house and hold off the Jerries until the Army comes along.
But the rest of us, Mr Sturry. Can't we do something?
You'd best stay here. When we've gone, barricade the doors.
- There'll be a couple of sentries outside. - We'll have to settle them first.
Jack and you take the Tommy guns.
Don't use 'em unless you've got to.
You wait behind the door till we tell you it's clear.
See you later.
- Good luck. - Good luck.
- We got them. - Good. Good.
Here, you get the women to the manor, I'll keep this.
We'll tackle the shop from the back.
Steady.
- They won't expect trouble from the village. - Let's make a dash for it.
It's locked.
- What about the kitchen?
The old woman's coffee, where is it?
She never takes... Took coffee, I don't think.
Get some from the shop.
You stay here and keep your eyes skinned.
Come on, Dad.
Get behind there.
TOM: Are there any more of them?
Daisy, pull yourself together.
- Are there any more of them?
- No.
Daisy, the phone. We must get through to Upton.
Yes.
Get Harry Drew, quick as you can.
- Dad, get the other two in. - Okay.
Hello?
Hello, Upton 16, please, it's urgent.
Thank you. Number's engaged.
Here, let me talk to them.
Hello.
What's that?
I can't cut him off, he's talking to the Army.
Yes, sir, we're mustering our men now.
In about 10 minutes, sir.
Rendezvous Three Mile Cross?
Right, sir.
I'll answer it.
Hello?
I'm sorry.
But it's a priority call, madam, from Bramley End.
Here, let me answer it.
Hello, Drew here. Tom. Are you all right?
- Yes, we know about that, the kid told us. - Right.
We're coming along as fast as we can, Home Guards and the regulars.
Okay, Harry.
They're coming.
- Dad, they're coming. - Good!
He says carry on with the plan and keep the phone working.
Daisy, are you game to stand by the switchboard?
- Yes, Mr Tom. - That's a girl.
- They're coming. - You stick here with this.
Dad and me will take the Tommy guns and try to work our way up to the manor.
I'll go upstairs and get Jack's.
- The Germans. - Where?
- Coming along past the church. - Let's go up.
Relief going up to the machine-gun post.
That means the others'll be coming back soon.
We can't risk going that way again.
Jack, you keep that rifle. We'll need the Tommy gun.
Good.
- Good luck, boys. - Thanks.
Keep a good look out, Jack.
- Up the track by Joe Garbett's. - Yes, and round by the back gardens.
- That's done it. - Let's go through the house.
- It's no good, it's locked. - Let's try Wilsford's.
Tom.
- Mr Wilsford. - Hmm? What?
What is it? Who is it?
They didn't get you, then?
No, I must have nine lives.
They got poor Garbett.
They landed me a swipe on the head, and I managed to crawl back here and passed out.
- We must get through to the manor. - Do you feel all right to go with us?
- Yes, I'm all right.
I'll come... - Here you are, Mr Wilsford, lean on me.
Thanks.
- But, you two, what on earth...
- Oh, we managed to break out.
The main lot of Jerries don't know yet.
We're gonna try and hold the manor till the troops get here.
- What, you got through to them then, eh?
- Yes.
13 Platoon will attack the enemy in the windmill area, and 14 in and around the village.
And my men to be divided between the two platoons?
Yes, you and seven men come with me to the village, and your sergeant and the remainder to the windmill.
Get ready to move at once.
Right, sir.
Right, take 13 Platoon off at once and assemble in the woods north of the windmill.
You'd best attack from that direction. It affords the best cover.
- I'll leave the details to you. - Right.
- Get going straight away. - Very good, sir.
- And good luck, John.
- Thank you, sir.
We got through to Harry Drew. He's on his way and the Regulars, too.
- Mr Wilsford, I thought...
- I'll explain about that later.
How many guards they got there, Charlie?
Two lots of two, as far as I could make out.
Well, we better sneak round the back. You better not come, sir, with that arm.
- I'll come with you. - What about us?
Can't we do something?
- No, you stay here with Mr Wilsford. - We'll wait for a signal from you.
- Right. You ready?
- Yes.
Eat up your porridge, Michael. You mustn't waste food in wartime.
Yes, Mrs Fraser.
- Mrs Fraser?
- Yes?
- Do you think George has got to Upton yet?
- I've no idea.
You boys were very naughty to let him go.
He might have hurt himself.
You mean he might have got shot by a Jerry.
He was a mean beast not to take me with him.
Why?
You'd be no use.
- Bet you I would. - Bet you you wouldn't.
Be quiet, Audrey.
Stay where you are, children.
Tom Sturry! Keep away from the window.
You stay with the children, Nora.
Come on, children, let's get back.
- Where's Dad?
- He stopped one, I'm afraid.
Well, you collect the others.
Come on, quickly.
- Does it hurt bad?
- A kind of shooting pain.
- We'll get your coat off. - No, not my arm. I can't feel that.
- Charlie! - I twisted it falling.
Give me a hand, will you? We'll get him up to the house.
Now, you people get inside the house.
I'm going to collect the guns and ammunition from the bodies.
- We'll help, won't we, Ivy? - Not 'arf.
All right, tackle that side. You two, go in.
We got through to Upton.
- Help's coming. - Thank goodness!
Your arm...
Never mind my arm, ma'am, it's my blinking ankle.
In the drawing room, there's a sofa.
No. We're going to barricade the downstairs rooms.
- Take him up, will you? - Bridget!
- Tom, I'll take this upstairs. - That's right.
Sorry, ma'am, I'm afraid I'm a bit of a heavyweight.
Don't worry, so am I. Come along.
Jim!
Let me come.
I'm glad that's over.
Oh, don't know when they're more unpleasant, when they're dead or when they're guzzling our rations.
Drop 'em down here, we'll take them upstairs later.
Janet!
Oh, don't wake her, Mrs Bates, she's only just got to sleep.
What's happened?
-It's all right, help's coming. - Oh.
We're going to give the Germans a bit of their own back.
Hello?
Orlter?
They've got through to Upton. They're sending Home Guards and Regulars.
So.
I can't hold this place.
I'll transfer the apparatus to the manor house.
It must work tonight, according to instructions.
I can protect it there for 48 hours.
They have weapons, they'll put up a fight.
I'll give them no chance to fight.
Listen, here are your orders.
You'll go to the manor house, open the French windows.
- Yes. Yes. - Drawing room, nine o'clock.
I'll have the French windows in the drawing room open at nine o'clock.
The lorries can drive right up to the house.
- Okay. Get moving. - Very good, sir.
Now then, what are we going to put on top?
- I know.
Grandfather. - Yes.
I wonder why people keep these things when they've stopped going.
TOM: All in now, sir.
We're barricading all the downstairs windows, sir, is that okay?
Sure.
We've got enough weapons to command all the approaches from upstairs.
Better concentrate our fire.
The back's the danger point.
No need to worry about the drawing room side.
Not a scrap of cover.
Jerries never risk an attack from that direction.
That's right enough.
At any rate, I'll be keeping a watch on that side.
We've done the dining room. Can I help you now?
No, it's all right, I can manage. You get on with the drawing room.
- Okay, admiral. - All right.
I'll give them a hand, as far as I can.
All out! Side of the road!
Take four men. Corporal, four men.
Make for the lawn facing the French windows.
- Four men! - Wilsford will open them in 10 minutes.
Right, sir. Follow me.
- Here you are. - Thank you.
Well, that's about all we can do there.
If there's any firing this side, see they get down behind here.
- What about the downstairs windows?
- We barricaded the lot.
Mr Wilsford's going round to make sure.
- He's downstairs?
- Yes.
Now, listen, you kids, whatever happens, you stay put.
If one of you so much as budges an inch,
I'll take you out to sea with me and make you walk the plank.
Silly! Who does he think he is, Captain Bligh?
Now, one Tommy gun with Charlie.
One, two more here, one spare magazine.
One pistol, and one, two, three, four rifles.
Ha! Woolwich Arsenal!
- Ever fired a rifle, either of you?
- Only a shotgun.
- I once won a bottle of scent at Blackpool. - Well, I'll have to show you as best as I can.
Peg, keep watch out of that window, will you?
Ivy, I'll show you first.
- Is this loaded?
- Yes, think you can handle it?
Well enough.
- That's right. Now you, Peggy. -Okay.
Now, watch this carefully.
When you wanna load, you push the safety catch forward, open the bolt, push in your clip,
-and close the bolt and it's ready to fire. - I see. If you're not going to fire, put the safety catch on again.
- Barricading the window. - It was barricaded already.
- The latch was undone, I was bolting it. - Unbolting it.
Nora!
- The fun's starting all right. - Lie still.
I've got a good part of the lawn covered from here.
- Ought to be farther back, Charlie. - All right, I've finished with that.
Give me the lamp. Get Bridget to make him some tea.
Tom! Tom, they're coming.
Look! Over there by the tree.
Peggy, we'd better see if there are any coming round the other side of the house.
Duck, madam, duck!
All right, Sims, I am ducking.
Come on.
- How you doing, Peg?
- Fine.
- What's up?
- I shot one.
Good girl. You know, we ought to keep a score.
That's one to you.
Half a minute, now I'll have a go.
Missed him. Can't even hit a sitting Jerry.
Oh, thank goodness they're here.
- Harry! - Oh, Mr Drew!
We've done a bit of scouting, they've packed up in a lorry and driven off towards the manor.
- Can't we join you? - No, you stop here.
And carry on with the phones.
This is the last one.
Oh, that's what he needs.
You stay with him. I must go to the children. Go on all fours.
- Duck! - Not again!
- All safe and sound? - CHILDREN: Yes, thank you, Mrs Fraser.
Well, George got to Upton all right.
- Good. Good old George. - When are the soldiers coming?
- They'll be here any moment now. - I wish they were here now. Oh, she's yellow.
- Ivy, give me your rifle. - I've only two rounds left.
Get down!
Yes, that's the only bit of England they got.
On Monday night, Hitler tried his invasion.
You know how that went up in smoke.
We're proud of ourselves here, proud we had the chance to do our bit, but proudest of all for those who died, died in the battle for Bramley End.
Lubinski, Kubinski...
Lominski, Rozanski and Poznanski.
We're in Warsaw, the capital of Poland.
It's August, 1939.
Europe is still at peace.
At the moment, life in Warsaw is going on as normally as ever.
But suddenly, something seems to have happened.
Are those Poles seeing a ghost?
Why does this car suddenly stop?
Everybody seems to be staring in one direction.
People seem to be frightened, even terrified. Some flabbergasted.
Can it be true? It must be true.
No doubt.
The man with the little mustache, Adolf Hitler.
Adolf Hitler in Warsaw when the two countries are still at peace... and all by himself?
He seems strangely unconcerned by all the excitement he's causing.
Is he by any chance interested in Mr. Maslowski's delicatessen?
That's impossible! He's a vegetarian.
And yet, he doesn't always stick to his diet.
Sometimes he swallows whole countries.
Does he want to eat up Poland, too?
Anyhow, how did he get here?
What happened?
It all started in the General Headquarters of the Gestapo in Berlin.
Heil Hitler.
- Heil Hitler!
- Colonel, we have Wilhelm Coetze here.
If you'd like to look into his record.
- I hope he'll talk. - He'd better.
- Send him in.
- Yes, sir.
Wilhelm Coetze!
Heil Hitler!
And now, Wilhelm, I understand you want a little tank to play with.
Yes, my father promised me one if I got a good report card.
But our Führer heard about your report card... and decided to give you just what you want.
Heil Hitler!
You are going to tell your father who gave it to you, aren't you, Wilhelm?
Sure, our Führer.
And then maybe he will like the Führer a little better, won't he?
Sure.
- He doesn't like him now, does he?
And sometimes he even says funny things about him, doesn't he?
Well, he said they named a brandy after Napoleon... and they made a herring out of Bismarck.
- And Hitler's going to end up as...
- A piece of cheese.
- Yes.
- Yeah. - How did you know?
- Well, it's a natural thought.
A natural thought?
I hope you don't misunderstand. I always, that is...
You see, Colonel, I hope you don't doubt my...
Heil Hitler!
The Führer.
Heil Hitler!
Heil myself.
That's not in the script.
- But, Mr. Dobosh, please.
- That's not in the script, Mr. Bronski.
- But it'll get a laugh.
- I don't want a laugh here. How many times have I told you not to add any lines?
- I want...
- You want my opinion, Mr. Dobosh?
No, I don't want your opinion.
All right, then let me give you my reaction. A laugh is nothing to be sneezed at.
Mr. Greenberg, I hired you as an actor, not as a writer. Understand?
What does the script say?
- I make an entrance.
- And what do you say?
- Nothing.
- Then say nothing.
Here am I sitting, waiting for my scene, all eager to go... and I have to wait and wait to be driven out of my mood... just because two little actors in the cast want to enlarge their parts.
Mr. Rawitch, what you are, I wouldn't eat.
How dare you call me a ham!
Folks, I want everybody to understand this.
This is a serious play, a realistic drama...
- Good morning, Dobosh.
- Good morning.
- How do you like my dress?
- Very good.
It is a document of Nazi... Is that what you're wearing in the concentration camp?
- Don't you think it's pretty?
- That's it. Well, why not?
I think it's a tremendous contrast.
Think of me being flogged in the darkness.
I scream, the lights go on... and the audience sees me on the floor in this gorgeous dress.
- That's a terrific laugh.
- That's right, Greenberg.
You keep out of this! That a great star, an artist, could be so inartistic.
You must be out of your mind.
What do you mean by talking to my wife like that? How dare you!
I'm sorry. I lost my temper.
Sweetheart, the dress stinks.
You're only afraid I'm running away with the scene.
I afraid?
Why should I be? Of course not.
You're the best actor in the world.
- Everybody knows that, even you.
- Don't be a prima donna.
Any chance to take the spotlight away from me, it's ridiculous how you grab it.
Whenever I start a story, you finish it.
If I go on a diet, you lose the weight. If I have a cold, you cough.
If we should ever have a baby, I'm not so sure I'd be the mother.
I'm satisfied to be the father.
Mr. Dobosh, look, if you'll just give me a chance...
- Who made you up?
- I did, Mr. Dobosh.
- What's wrong with it?
- I don't know. It's not convincing.
To me, he's just a man with a little mustache.
But so was Hitler.
Wait, it's not just the mustache.
It's... I don't know. - I just can't smell Hitler in him.
- I can.
I know.
That picture. That's what he should look like.
But that picture was taken of me.
Then the picture's wrong, too.
Now, see here, Mr. Dobosh, I'm a nobody and I have to take a lot.
But I know I look like Hitler, and I'm going to prove it right now.
I'm going out on the street and see what happens.
And that's how Adolf Hitler came to Warsaw in August, 1939.
May I have your autograph, Mr. Bronski?
- Bronski? - Why, certainly.
I know it would get a laugh.
Then Dobosh said to me, "Bronski, you're going to play Hitler."
I thought that was the real start of my career.
Don't worry, Bronski. They can't keep real talent down forever.
And the day will come when you'll play Shylock.
The Rialto scene.
Shakespeare must have thought of me when he wrote this.
It's me. "Have I not eyes?
have I not hands...
"organs, senses, dimensions, affections, passions?
"fed with the same food, hurt with the same weapons...
"subject to the same diseases.
"If you prick us, do we not bleed?
"if you tickle us, do we not laugh?
"if you poison us, do we not die?"
You'd move them to tears.
- Instead, I have to carry a spear.
- That's all we do, carry a spear.
Carry a spear in the first act, and in the second act.
Carry Rawitch off the scene in the last act.
How I'd love to drop that ham right in the center of the stage.
Would get a terrific laugh.
Hello, this is Mr. Tura.
Please order me a salami and cheese sandwich and a glass of beer.
Right away, please. Thank you.
- The audience is a little cool tonight.
- Not to me.
I know I'm giving a rotten performance.
I always do when we quarrel. - Say something nice.
- You faker.
I watched your scene with Polonius. You were never better.
I'd give you a kiss right now, but I'm afraid I'll ruin my makeup.
Darling, you were right this morning.
I felt so rotten after the rehearsal, I went to Dobosh and told him... when he advertises the new play to put your name first.
Did you, darling?
That's sweet of you.
But I really don't care.
That's what Dobosh said, so we left it as it was.
But, darling, you know how I feel about you.
Why I'd even...
- Flowers?
- Aren't they beautiful?
- Don't be casual. Who sent them? - I don't know.
There was no card.
No card again?
That's three nights in succession. Who is he?
I'm sure this has nothing to do with me personally.
This man probably loves theater, an art fanatic.
Someone sitting in the gallery night after night...
Just one of those poor boys who can't afford a ticket... but inherited a lot of flowers and is trying to get rid of them.
Three nights in a row.
Even Shakespeare couldn't see Hamlet three nights in succession.
- You forget you're playing Hamlet.
- That's right.
Mr. Tura on stage!
Maria, darling, I'm going into my big scene.
Joseph, sweetheart, I swear I don't know who it is.
Thanks, darling.
It's true, Anna, I don't know who it is.
But I'm positive who it might be.
- You mean that young aviator?
- Yes, he's very young.
He's in the second row again. He gets better-looking every night.
Don't misunderstand me. I love my husband dearly, and why not?
He's wonderful. Only he gets so unreasonable, so upset about little things.
Like the little thing in the second row.
Waiting for an answer.
"It. Stanislav Sobinski." I was right, it is a young aviator.
- Is he suffering very much?
- Yes, he had to break his silence.
- He couldn't bear it any longer?
- No, he couldn't.
- Poor little thing. - He's just a mere boy.
- Oh, no. - What's he want you to do, adopt him?
He's dying to see me, even if it's just for a minute.
Of course I won't. Definitely not.
Yet, I don't like to be rude to him.
I think it's a mistake to ignore people who admire one and buy the tickets...
Darling, don't waste any more time with excuses.
If you want to see him, see him while he's still young.
Yes, I think I owe it to my public.
Dear Lieutenant...
Wait till you see him, Anna.
Unfortunately my time is completely taken up.
But if you insist on seeing me, come back to my dressing room... when Hamlet goes into his soliloquy, "To be or not to be."
- How does it sound? - Safe.
"O heavy burden!"
"I hear him coming "Let's withdraw, my lord."
"To be, or not to be:
"that is the question:
"Whether 'tis nobler in the mind to suffer
"The slings and arrows of outrageous fortune...
"Or to take arms..."
Thank you, Mrs. Tura, for receiving me.
If you knew how I was looking forward to this moment...
- And now you're probably disappointed.
- Mrs. Tura.
- Please sit down. - Thank you.
So you are the gentleman that sent me those lovely flowers. Thank you.
Somehow, I pictured you quite differently as a dignified old gentleman.
And now I see you...
I wonder if it was the right thing to ask you back here.
You see, I never see strangers in my dressing room.
But you are no stranger to me. I've seen you in everything you've played.
I'll never forget how I laughed when I saw you as Kiki.
Some people thought I was funny.
But you certainly weren't funny when you played Lady Macbeth.
- Thank you. - I was really scared of you that night.
Of poor little me?
I wouldn't hurt a fly.
Or a goldfish.
By the way, how is he? - Who?
- The goldfish.
- What goldfish?
- The one you're so attached to.
You see, I read all your interviews.
Oh, yes, of course.
When I saw that picture of you at the farm, behind the plough...
- By the way, where was that?
- In The Chronicle.
No, I mean, where is the farm?
No, I think we've talked much too much about me.
Tell me about yourself.
There isn't much to tell. I just fly a bomber.
How perfectly thrilling.
I don't know about its being thrilling, but it's quite a bomber.
You may not believe it, but I can drop three tons of dynamite in two minutes.
- Really?
- Does that interest you?
It certainly does.
I don't want to overstep myself, but I'll take a chance.
Would you permit me to show you my plane?
- Maybe.
- When shall I call for you?
Tomorrow at 2:00 at my home.
No, I'd better meet you right at the airport.
Goodbye.
I hope you forgive me if I acted a little clumsy... but this is the first time I ever met an actress.
Lieutenant, this is the first time I've ever met a man... who could drop three tons of dynamite in two minutes.
Bye.
Tomorrow at 2:00, I'm gonna look down on Warsaw.
He's gonna take me up 10,000 feet in the air.
There's nothing wrong in that, is there?
No, not at all. As long as Tura doesn't find out.
After all, what a husband doesn't know won't hurt his wife.
It happened.
What every actor dreads.
What, darling?
Someone walked out on me.
Tell me, Maria, am I losing my grip?
Of course not, darling. I'm so sorry.
But he walked out on me.
Maybe he didn't feel well. Maybe he had to leave.
Maybe he had a sudden heart attack.
- I hope so.
- If he stayed, he might have died.
Maybe he's dead already. Darling, you're so comforting.
- What's going on?
- Hitler's speaking to the Reichstag.
- How do you do, Mr. Dobosh?
- How do you do, Doctor?
This is Dr. Voyawski from the Foreign Office.
How do you do, gentlemen?
I'm afraid I have some bad news for you.
The government feels it would be unwise to go on with this play.
You mean, we cannot open tonight?
- I'm afraid that's what it comes down to.
- But why?
- We all have a right to know.
- I know the play has artistic value.
It has much more than that.
That's exactly what the government is afraid of.
It might offend Hitler.
Well, wouldn't that be too bad. Have you ever read what he says about us?
Do you ever listen to him?
I'm sorry, gentlemen, but the order is final.
"To be, or not to be:
"that is the question:
"Whether 'tis nobler in the mind to suffer
"The slings and arrows of outrageous fortune..."
Anna, I'd like to speak to Mrs. Tura alone.
Now look, Stanislav, I usually tell my maid when to leave the room.
I have so much to tell you. When we're in the plane, we can't talk.
When we're in the tearoom, we can't do anything but talk.
When we're in the dressing room, we must be very careful of my makeup.
You know, Maria, the other day in the plane... you didn't think I was watching but I saw you looking at me.
It was a very sympathetic look, I thought.
I had the feeling you like me. Was I wrong?
No, not at all, Stanislav.
- Tell me, Maria. Be frank. You still like me?
- Well, of course.
You still like me, huh?
You think you'll always like me?
I don't see any reason why not.
That's wonderful. What are we going to do with your husband?
- What?
- We must tell him, of course.
Tell him what?
That we love each other, that we're mad about each other.
He has no right to stand in our way.
I'm sure he'll realize the situation. So will Mr. Dobosh.
- Dobosh? Where does he come in?
- You don't want to stay on the stage?
I wouldn't let you. You're tired of it, anyway.
You want to live a quiet life. You said so in The Chronicle.
Darling, you're really going to enjoy that farm now.
You won't have to use that plough. I'll buy you a tractor.
I'll build a swimming pool for your goldfish.
You're really a darling... but you don't realize that I'm a married woman.
- That's why I must talk to your husband.
- But I love my husband.
No, you don't.
You're just decent, you're kind, and you feel sorry for him.
Now, don't you worry. It's a situation between men.
- I'll wait here for him.
- Stanislav, you must listen to me.
This is all my fault, but you must understand that I...
- Mrs. Tura!
- Stay out, Anna.
Mrs. Tura, it's war!
"Without any declaration of war...
"German troops crossed our border at several points this evening."
Without a word of warning.
They'll pay before they're through. We'll fight them. War.
It's really war.
People are going to kill each other and be killed.
Goodbye, Maria.
- Stanislav, come back.
- I have to.
I have to see you again.
- Maria, have you heard?
- Yes, it's war.
It seems impossible. It's incredible.
- Does the audience know?
- No, I have to tell them.
It's a conspiracy. A foul conspiracy!
- It's worse than that. It's a crime!
- Absolutely right. Walking out on me for the second time.
- What are you talking about?
- Don't you understand? It's war!
It's an air alarm!
Close the window! Hurry up, to the basement. Quick!
Anyway, we don't have to worry about the Nazi play anymore.
The Nazis themselves are putting on the show now. A much bigger one.
There's no censor to stop them.
Unhappy Poland.
Attacked without a word of warning by a ruthless conqueror.
Warsaw destroyed for the sake of destruction.
The curtain had fallen on the Polish drama:
a tragedy with no relief in sight.
There was a Nazi tank against every Polish hope... and the people were stunned and helpless.
There was no censor to stop them.
"If you prick us, do we not bleed?
"if you tickle us, do we not laugh?
"if you poison us, do we not die?"
What a Shylock you would have been.
All I had to do was to carry a spear.
I wonder if we'll ever carry a spear again.
Let's hope so.
But a new spirit had come over the people of Poland.
Hate and more hate was the answer to the Nazi terror. Rebellion against suppression.
Determination to fight at any moment, anywhere, everywhere.
The battle was on. "V."
"V" for "victory!" Down with the Nazis!
Down with Hitler!
The Warsaw underground striking back... sabotage, destruction.
But the real fight for Polish freedom was led somewhere in England.
Young men of Poland avenging their country... the Polish squadron of the RAF.
Well, it's gratifying to see that you still keep your sense of humor.
We are even much funnier over Berlin.
I wish that I were young enough to do for our country what you're doing.
Come on, Professor. One of your radio speeches is worth 10,000 bombs.
When do we hear you again, Professor Siletsky?
I'm afraid it might be quite some time. Why?
What's the matter?
Nothing. I just happen to be going on a little trip.
And anybody that buys a return ticket these days is decidedly an optimist.
You are going on a secret mission, Professor?
I see it's no use. You boys are too clever for me. Now I know.
He's going to Berlin to call on Hitler.
Not exactly. And I certainly hope that Hitler doesn't call on me.
Thank you for honoring me with an excellent dinner.
- Professor, are you going to Warsaw? - That would be risking your neck.
After all, you boys risk your lives every day, don't you?
So you are going to Warsaw. Please, I can't tell you any more.
I'm sorry that I even mentioned it.
- But you didn't.
- We got it out of you.
After all, if I can't trust you, whom can I trust?
And I know it will be buried right here. Warsaw.
I'd give my soul to be there for just one hour to see my mother.
If she's still alive.
I only wish it were possible for me to find out.
Could you find out, please? My mother...
I understand exactly how you feel.
But you must realize...
I cannot possibly jeopardize the purpose of my trip.
Why don't you tell me where I can reach your people... and I'll try my best?
- Professor Siletsky? - Yes.
My people are fortunately out of Poland... but there is someone in Warsaw.
- A lady? - Yes.
It's a very confidential matter.
I'd appreciate it if you'd tell her...
- But don't tell her husband.
- I know exactly what to tell her.
Just say, "To be or not to be." She knows.
A code message?
What's the name of the lady?
- It's Maria Tura. - Just a moment.
I'll write it down.
What did you say the name was?
T-U-R-A.
Is that correct?
Don't tell me you've never heard of Maria Tura?
Should I?
- Well, you lived in Warsaw...
- Yes, of course. The name is familiar. She's quite well-known.
- Well-known?
She's famous. - Yes, indeed.
Here, it's the name of my brother.
I don't know if you can read the writing.
- All right.
- Lieutenant.
- How do you do, sir? - Gen. Armstrong.
- Major Cunningham.
- How do you do?
Now what did you want to see me about, Lieutenant?
I was thinking about coming here for a couple of days.
I'm probably doing an injustice to an important man. Whom do you suspect?
You see, sir, the other night...
Professor Siletsky was addressing us at the camp... and I mentioned the name of Maria Tura and he'd never heard of her.
Neither have I.
But he's supposed to be a Pole who lived in Warsaw.
She's the most famous actress in Warsaw.
Young man, there are lots of people who are not interested in the theater.
There's only one actress I ever heard of.
And I certainly hope I'll never hear from her again.
Sir, Maria Tura's more than an actress. She's an institution.
You couldn't buy a newspaper without reading about her.
You can't buy a package of cigarettes without her picture inside. They name soap after her.
You couldn't move around in Warsaw without popping into her.
I thought it was my duty to tell you before the professor leaves.
- He left already, didn't he?
- Yes, he was due in Sweden yesterday.
Just a minute. How'd you know he was leaving? - He told us.
- Told you what?
- That he was going to Warsaw.
- That seems incredible.
After all, we were all Poles together, nobody saw anything wrong in it.
Otherwise, the boys wouldn't give him the addresses. - What addresses?
- Of the relatives in Warsaw.
- He took them?
- Yes, sir.
How could he do such a thing?
If they fall into the hands of the Gestapo... they can take reprisals against all the families.
When does Professor Siletsky get to Warsaw?
He probably took the boat today for Lithuania.
And from Lithuania, that's uncertain. I shall say, three or four days, sir.
How long will it take you to fly to Warsaw?
About six or seven hours, sir.
- You mind waiting outside a minute?
- Yes, sir.
I hate to believe it. So do I, sir.
We can't take any chances.
The fellow came here with the highest recommendations possible.
And we checked again and again, sir.
This man is carrying instructions to the underground in Warsaw.
If he delivers them... to the Gestapo instead of the underground... it means, not only the death of hundreds of people... but the destruction of our organization in Eastern Europe.
But I hate to condemn a man on such vague evidence.
We're not condemning him.
When Siletsky told those fliers of his trip to Warsaw, he wrote his own sentence.
Of course, he may be just a fool.
Then he's just as dangerous. And I know Siletsky.
He's no fool.
Well, sir, what are your orders?
- Call in the young man. - Yes, sir.
Now look here, Lieutenant... as soon as you get to Warsaw... go to Sztaluga's bookstore... and give him our instructions.
Sztaluga will then inform the underground.
But if someone happens to be in the store, don't mention anything.
Just ask for a copy... of Tolstoy's Anna Karenina.
And put Siletsky's picture on Page 105. - Is that clear?
- Yes, sir.
- Ten minutes.
- All right.
Halt!
Too bad we missed him.
- Good evening.
- Good evening.
Have you by any chance Anna Karenina by Tolstoy?
I think I have.
Yes.
Here it is.
- How much is it?
- 20 zloty.
That's much too expensive, I'm sorry.
Goodbye.
- We'll take these stamps. - How much?
Eight zloty 75.
Goodbye, gentlemen.
Come again.
Yes, can I help you gentlemen?
- We are looking for Mrs. Maria Tura.
- I am Mrs. Tura.
You have to come along with us.
I haven't done anything. Why do they want me?
Just come along. Let's go.
205, 206.
Mrs. Tura is here, sir.
Yes, sir.
- Let her wait in 206.
- Yes, sir.
Good evening, Mrs. Tura.
- Good evening.
- I'm Professor Siletsky.
It's a great pleasure to meet you, Mrs. Tura.
Won't you sit down?
- Cigarette? - Thank you.
I really must apologize for the manner in which you were brought here.
When a man wants to see a lady so badly... he backs up his invitation with bane.
It's rather flattering. That's very well put.
As a matter of fact, I'm not responsible for your being brought here at all.
There's a charming young man in England...
Gave me a message for you. A rather strange message.
"To be or not to be."
You, no doubt know its deeper meaning.
Yes, I have a vague idea.
I really... Will you forgive me, please?
Hello? Yes.
How do you do, Colonel Ehrhardt?
Yes, the trip was a little bumpy... but I'm certainly glad that you sent that plane to Sweden.
Otherwise...
Whenever you wish, of course.
10:00 tomorrow morning at Gestapo Headquarters... unless I hear from you tonight.
Very well.
I'm looking forward to making your acquaintance.
Goodbye, Colonel. - I'm sorry.
- Well, I won't keep you any longer.
Thank you for the charming message.
- Mrs. Tura, you're an actress, aren't you?
- Yes.
Naturally, in the theater it's important that you choose the right part.
Very.
But in real life, it's even more important that you choose the right side.
The right side.
What is the right side?
The winning side.
I don't quite understand.
Here in Warsaw, there are a lot of people... that we know very well and a lot of people... that we don't know quite so well and would like to know a great deal better.
That's where you can help us, Mrs. Tura. You want me to be a spy?
Now, come, that's rather a crude word.
I once played a spy, it was a great success. I had wonderful notices.
It was really an exciting part.
Wouldn't it be exciting to play it in real life?
I got shot in the last act. I suppose that happens to most spies.
My dear Mrs. Tura, we would never dream... of subjecting anybody as charming as you to danger.
All you'd have to do would be to entertain a little.
For instance, invite certain people...
I can see myself giving a great banquet in my one-room mansion.
Of course, they took my lovely apartment away from me.
I assure you that can be very easily remedied.
Life could be made... very comfortable for you again, Mrs. Tura.
Well, what do you say?
Naturally, it's all very attractive and tempting.
But what are we going to do about my conscience?
We've simply got to convince you that you're going to serve the right cause.
I wonder if you really know what Nazism stands for.
I have a slight idea.
In the final analysis, all we're trying to do is create a happy world.
People who don't want to be happy have no place in this happy world. That makes sense.
We're not brutal, we're not monsters.
Tell me... do I look like a monster?
Of course not, Professor.
You say that as though you really meant it. - I do.
- We're just like other people.
We love to sing, we love to dance... we admire beautiful women.
We're human. And sometimes...
- very human.
- I'm convinced of that.
Why don't you stay here for dinner?
I can imagine nothing more charming.
And before the evening is over, I'm sure you'll say, "Heil Hitler."
I would like to accept your invitation... but just as you want to represent the Nazi case in the very best light...
I would like to represent the Polish case in a more suitable dress.
I understand perfectly. Please don't let me wait too long.
- Au revoir.
- Just a moment.
- I'm looking forward to it.
- So am I.
- This lady is permitted to leave. - Yes, sir.
This is a very difficult place to get in, but it's much more difficult to get out.
I'm terribly frightened and terribly thrilled. - Bye.
- Bye.
"To be or not to be."
I'm feeling much better.
I'm glad at that. Who are you?
How did you get here?
Parachute.
I jumped from a plane.
Right into my bed? How did you get into my apartment?
Your wife...
Isn't she back? I'm getting worried.
- You're worried?
I'm worried.
- Not so loud, you might endanger all of us.
- After all, we're all in the same boat.
- Oh, the same boat?
Then let me ask you something as one sailor to another:
What ill-wind blew you into my slippers?
- What?
At the Hotel Europe.
They took me to him. - What'd you do at the book store?
- I warned them against Siletsky.
Siletsky here.
Then everything's over. There's still a chance, Siletsky hasn't seen the Gestapo.
We have to get to him. It's impossible. It's an armed camp.
Soldiers everywhere. Does he know I'm here?
No, but he wants me to become a Nazi spy.
- Who wants you to become a Nazi spy? - Siletsky.
- Who is Siletsky?
- A spy.
- And who is he?
- Lieutenant Sobinski.
What are you doing here?
What does that matter?
Don't you understand? Siletsky's here.
It's unbelievable!
I come home to find a man in the same boat with me... and my wife says, "What does it matter?"
But Mr. Tura, this is zero hour.
You simply don't want me to waste time giving you a long explanation.
No, but a husband is entitled to an inkling. All right.
Siletsky wants me to have dinner with him... if we don't get another idea... maybe I'll have to kill him, because only I can get to him.
This wouldn't have happened if the Lieutenant arrived before Siletsky.
But they sent a plane for Siletsky, so he arrived before the Lieutenant.
- Is that clear? - No.
You're going to have dinner with him?
I'll decide with whom my wife has dinner and whom she'll kill.
- Don't you see, Poland's at stake? - Have you no patriotism?
First, you walk out of my soliloquy, and then you walk into my slippers.
And now you question my patriotism. I'm a good Pole.
I love my country and my slippers. - I hope your country comes first.
- So do I.
- This is an emergency...
- Look...
I don't know much about the whole thing, but is Siletsky a real danger to Poland?
- A catastrophe. - He must be taken care of.
- And he will be taken care of.
- Who's going to do it? - I'm going to do it.
- But how? Where?
I'm going to meet Herr Siletsky at Gestapo Headquarters.
And after I've killed him, I hope you tell me what it was all about.
It took a bit longer than I thought, I wonder if the effect was worth it.
I'm willing to die for our Führer at any moment...
- except for the next few hours.
- Thank you, Professor.
The last time I wore this gown... It seems like ages.
And I haven't seen such food. Caviar, it still exists.
Yes, on the winning side.
I must admit, you put some very convincing arguments on this table.
It's nice being here, Professor.
I ordered a buffet.
We don't want to be interrupted by orderlies. Naturally.
After all, this isn't a fair State.
The best thing is to start your training as an agent... with a glass of champagne.
Shall we drink to a blitzkrieg?
I prefer a slow encirclement.
You know, Professor, I'm a little scared of you. But why?
You shouldn't be.
Maybe not. Maybe there's something very gentle under that beard of yours.
I think you might have a boyish quality, and yet I don't know.
- Why don't you find out?
- I will.
Here, write your name and I'll tell you everything about you.
The first time I saw my husband's handwriting... was on the marriage certificate, then it was too late.
I'm taking an awful chance.
But remember... if a fortune-teller wants to stay in business... she must only tell her client what he really wants to hear.
Professor, if I'd known you made an "S" like that, I wouldn't have come here.
- You're a very determined man.
- Yes, very.
But you have great charm, yes.
I only hope you live up to that "Y," Professor.
You'll see.
- Heil Hitler.
- Heil Hitler.
Heil Hitler.
I am Capt. Muhm, Colonel Ehrhardt's staff.
Please come in.
Just a moment.
I'm sorry, there's been a change in Colonel Ehrhardt's plans.
He'd like to see you immediately.
Yes, of course.
I'll be with you in a minute.
- I'm so sorry.
- Don't tell me you have to leave.
Yes, but I'll make it as quickly as possible.
That's terrible.
I came up here with such doubts in my mind... and now you're going to leave me here just as the cause is getting me.
I won't be long.
Gestapo is so busy these days, I'm sure they'll be glad to get rid of me.
- I'm so sorry.
- Well, it can't be helped.
Just a moment.
What's your name?
- Mrs. Tura.
- Whom were you visiting?
Professor Siletsky.
Professor left no instructions. You'll have to wait until he comes back.
- But that's impossible. - Sorry.
There is nothing I can do about it. - 206.
- Yes, sir.
Yes, sir. - Heil Hitler.
- Heil Hitler.
Wait one moment, I'll announce you to Colonel Ehrhardt.
Goodbye, Colonel.
- Heil Hitler.
- Heil Hitler.
Isn't this the gentleman from England, Captain? - Yes, General.
- It's a pleasure to meet you, Professor.
A very great pleasure.
You certainly fooled the English, didn't you?
The British lion will drink his tea... from saucers made in Germany.
- Heil Hitler.
- Heil Hitler.
How did he ever become a general?
He's Göring's brother-in-law.
- I'll announce you to the Colonel. - Thank you.
He brought the papers with him.
Now remember. Who were his helpers in England?
- When you find out call me, I'll do the rest. - All right.
- Tura, you're playing for our lives.
I'm going to do the impossible.
I'm going to surpass myself. Don't.
Take it easy and don't draw out the scene please.
Come on, let's go. I hate to leave the fate of my country in the hands of a ham.
Send him in.
- Professor, please. - Thank you.
- Heil Hitler. - Heil Hitler.
Professor Siletsky, I'm glad to see you.
And I'm glad to see you, too. - Sit down, please.
- Thank you very much.
I can't tell you how delighted we are to have you.
May I say, my dear Colonel, that it's good to breathe the air of the Gestapo again.
You know, you're quiet famous in London, Colonel.
They call you "Concentration Camp" Ehrhardt. Yes.
We do the concentrating, and the Poles do the camping.
Yes, indeed. Well, here's the report... and that's the end of the underground movement.
Let's see this.
Excellent.
They're as good as dead.
I assume, there are no supplementary documents still at the hotel.
- No, that covers everything.
- Good.
And I'm sending the duplicate to Berlin the first thing in the morning.
The duplicate?
Yes, of course, the duplicate.
If you ask me, it's a lot of red tape. But since they want it, well, all right. Naturally.
You know, Professor...
Warsaw is a dangerous place these days.
But I suppose you have the papers in the hotel safe?
No, they're locked in my trunk. The whole hotel is a safe.
Yes, of course. Naturally.
I want to get the machinery started on this report right away. - I'll be back in a moment.
- Very well.
- All right, I'll get this wrapped up. - No.
He still has papers in his trunk.
Papers in his trunk?
I'll kill that dirty dog any how.
How are we going to get into his hotel?
Get back there and keep him there.
We'll try to figure something out.
Colonel, is there anything else you want to ask me? Lots.
Sit down, Professor.
There are many things I want to ask you.
So many things.
Anything you want to know, I'd only be too happy to oblige. Thank you.
So they call me "Concentration Camp" Ehrhardt?
You know, Professor... - there's something I wanted to ask you.
- Yes?
That's the way it is.
A thousand questions on your mind... yet you can't think of anything to ask.
But it will crystallize.
Maybe there's something you like to ask me?
No, I can't think of anything, Colonel.
So they call me "Concentration Camp" Ehrhardt.
Well.
Excuse me a minute, I'll be right back.
- I'm running out of dialogue.
- We got it.
- Put this gun in your pocket.
- Take him to the hotel.
As soon as you're in his room, hit his head with the butt of the gun.
Then, take his keys, open his trunk and burn the papers. Then you shoot him.
All right.
Just a minute.
What'll happen to me?
They'll kill me.
- We're going to keep our fingers crossed.
- Good. Wait a minute.
You go to the hotel and I'll cross my fingers. Here, think of something else.
So they really call me "Concentration Camp" Ehrhardt?
Colonel, unless there's something urgent, I'd like to relax a little.
Relax?
Oh, Mrs. Tura.
Tell me, how is Mrs. Tura?
Sit down, Professor.
You see, my Gestapo men are very efficient.
I simply thought she might be of some value to us as an agent.
And besides that, she's very good company.
Very good company?
Colonel, if you'd like to meet Mrs. Tura, I'd be glad to introduce you.
Well, thank you.
And if you happen to take a liking to the lady...
Maybe you'll even put in a good word for me?
I'd be delighted.
Well, thank you.
- Tell me, hasn't she a husband?
- Yes, but what does it matter?
Yes, what does it?
By the way, I believe her husband is that great Polish actor...
Of course, you've heard of him?
No, I haven't.
As a matter of fact, I never even heard of Maria Tura before, either.
You didn't?
Then how did you get in touch with her?
It's rather a delicate story.
There's a young Polish flier in England, I think his name is Sobinski.
- Asked me to deliver a message to her.
- Well... that's very interesting. What was the message?
I had to swear to this young Romeo not to tell the husband.
That gives you a rough idea of the message.
Yes. - It is a little rough.
- Seems they have a secret love code.
- Am I boring you?
- No, I find it very interesting.
This flier gave me the message, and I couldn't make head nor tail of it... and neither will you.
But Mrs. Tura seemed to understand it perfectly.
Well, what was the message?
- "To be or not to be."
- To be...
- To be or not to be!
- Colonel, it's nothing alarming... - it's only Shakespeare.
- That's what you think. Professor Siletsky, you amaze me.
You, a Gestapo man, bringing a message to a Polish woman from the enemy.
And when I say enemy, I mean enemy!
You think they had a romance?
I couldn't swear to it, but I don't doubt it. Do you?
No!
And I'm going to find out if I have to mobilize the whole Gestapo.
But, Colonel, I don't understand... suppose these two did have a romance, that's nothing you have to worry about.
The only person that has to worry is the husband.
And that's enough! I'm going to arrest this Maria Tura.
I guess you're right, Professor.
I've been with the Gestapo so long... - I get suspicious of everyone.
- And so do I.
So they call me "Concentration Camp" Ehrhardt.
- Coming back to Mrs. Tura.
- Let's forget about her.
There's nothing mysterious about her, she's just a cheap, little...
I think I know what you mean.
Then I don't have to say it, do I?
Do you mind if I'm repetitious, Colonel Ehrhardt?
Why? No, not at all.
As I said before, Colonel Ehrhardt... the only one that has to worry about all this is the lady's husband.
That great Polish actor, Joseph Tura.
- Well, that's none of my concern.
- But it should be, Mr. Tura.
Raise your hands, quickly, please.
- Did you ever play a corpse, Mr. Tura?
- What?
You're going to be one unless you do exactly as I say.
Get to the door and tell your friends to clear away from there.
I won't do it.
Turn around.
Get over there and face that wall.
Now, stay there.
Sure you won't change your mind?
I'll give you one more chance.
Farewell, Mr. Tura.
Long live Poland!
- What happened?
- I don't know, he must have gone out.
There he is! Get him!
Get backstage. Raise the curtain.
- Heil Hitler.
- Heil Hitler.
- Professor Siletsky.
- Professor Siletsky isn't here.
- You expect him back?
- Yes, certainly.
Do you mind if I wait here for the Professor?
No, not at all.
Thank you.
- Good night, Professor Siletsky.
- Good night.
- Good night, Professor. - Good night.
- Professor Siletsky?
- Yes?
- Heil Hitler.
- Heil Hitler.
I'm Capt. Schultz of Colonel Ehrhardt's staff.
Well, I'm glad to meet you, Captain.
Mrs. Tura.
I thought you had left, Madame.
You forgot to leave word for me to get out... but now I don't regret that I've waited.
And how is Professor Siletsky?
Dead.
Absolutely dead.
I had to take care of some business.
How about a glass of champagne? No, thank you.
I don't drink. - Cigarette?
- Thank you.
I don't smoke.
- Just like our Führer. - Yes.
Well, Captain, I'm terribly sorry to have kept you waiting.
I tried to entertain the Captain, but he seems to be the suspicious type.
I admit I was a little surprised when I came in.
And I don't blame you.
Here the whole Gestapo has been working for a long time, day and night... trying to find out every little thing about everybody... and I arrive, and in a few hours I find the most attractive lady in town.
You didn't know Madame before?
Well, no.
Not exactly.
But the explanation is very simple.
I just asked Mrs. Tura here to deliver a message.
- Isn't that right?
- Yes.
There's a young flier, a very good friend of the Turas... and particularly of Mrs. Tura.
Yes. But he's no particular friend of mine.
Nevertheless, a friend. It was a code message.
Code message?
Mrs. Tura has nothing to hide from the Gestapo... but she has one tiny little secret.
If her husband ever found out, he would murder her.
By the way, he is that great Polish actor, Joseph Tura.
- You've probably heard of him?
- No, I haven't.
Professor, Colonel Ehrhardt... Yes.
I'm going to meet him promptly, 10:00 tomorrow morning.
There has been a change in the Colonel's plans.
You're not going to take him away? I'm sorry.
But the Colonel is expecting the Professor now.
Those are my orders.
Well, it looks like I'll have to go.
Excuse me a moment.
Sweetheart.
Darling.
Open the trunk. Burn all the papers. - All right.
What did you do with Siletsky?
- What did you do with Sobinski?
That's unimportant now, don't you realize... you're going into the hands of the Gestapo?
Yes, the scene is loaded with dynamite.
One little slip and I'm a dead man.
You know I'm never any good unless I have my peace of mind.
Maria, be honest, be frank.
I've got to know. Did you tell that fellow to walk out of my soliloquy?
Sweetheart, darling, I love you.
Don't you know that?
Don't you feel it?
If anything happened to you...
You think I can do it? You're a great actor.
Nobody can play it but you.
You can, and you will do it. Goodbye, darling.
Goodbye.
If I shouldn't come back, I forgive what happened between you and Sobinski.
But if I come back, it's a different matter.
- Yes?
- Heil Hitler. - Heil Hitler.
- Professor Siletsky is here.
Have him come in.
Didn't you understand what I told you? Did you arrest him?
Why not?
You have no proof?
Now, that's a fine excuse.
Arrest him, too.
Whenever in doubt, arrest him. How many times do I have to tell you, arrest him?
Heil Hitler.
- Heil Hitler.
- Heil Hitler.
Professor, at last we meet.
Please make yourself at home. Won't you take off your coat? Thank you.
Colonel Ehrhardt...
I can't tell you how happy I am to breathe the air of the Gestapo again.
Thank you very much. Cigarette, cigar, glass of brandy?
No, thank you.
There was a sudden change in my schedule.
Confidentially, big news.
A very old friend of yours is coming to Warsaw. The Führer.
I know you will be delighted to see the Führer again.
- Who wouldn't?
- That's right.
How long since you've seen him, Professor?
- Too long. Much too long.
- Of course.
Tell me, is Berchtesgaden really as beautiful as they say it is?
Yes, I think I can say that without any risk.
But it isn't the architecture or the landscaping... it's the presence of the Führer that lends the real beauty to the place.
Naturally. Well, what news you bring from London?
London?
Oh, yes, London.
Colonel, you're quiet famous in London.
You know what they call you?
"Concentration Camp" Ehrhardt.
They do, do they?
So they call me "Concentration Camp" Ehrhardt.
I thought you would react just that way.
Well, Professor, let's have your information.
I think I can stand a glass of brandy, after all.
Certainly. Brandy.
That makes me think of a very funny story which is going all over Warsaw.
A story about our Führer.
Now, how does it go? Yes.
They named a brandy after Napoleon.
They made a herring out of Bismarck.
And the Führer's going to end up as a piece of cheese.
Don't you think it's funny?
No. Neither would the Führer.
I don't believe Adolf Hitler will go down in history as a delicatessen.
Professor, I was only joking, just repeating what I heard.
After all, I'll never...
Please don't misunderstand me.
- See, I'm loyal. Heil Hitler.
- Heil Hitler.
Professor, do you intend to tell the Führer about this?
- Why should I ruin you?
- Of course, that's very nice.
I can promise you the Führer will never hear it from my lips.
- My word of honor. - Thank you.
Please, Professor, if you'd be so kind, what about the underground movement?
- What exactly are your plans?
- You want to know?
Yes, if you don't mind.
I have the key in my hand, all I have to find is the lock.
It's better having the lock than the key.
How does it sound? Promising. Most promising.
But tell me, what exactly do you intend to do?
- Well, let's get down to details.
- Yes, if you please.
There are no details.
At least, not yet. The important thing is...
I have the name of the leader of the whole underground movement.
- If we play our cards right and carefully...
- I understand.
If you watch the shepherd, you're bound to find the flock.
- What's the name of the shepherd?
- Boguslaw Revanski.
Send Capt. Schultz in.
So, they call me "Concentration Camp" Ehrhardt?
Capt. Schultz, there's a man in this town...
- What's his name? - Revanski. - You mean, Bogoslov Revanski?
- Yes.
- You don't have to worry about him.
- What?
We shot him two days ago. Revanski shot? I refuse to believe it.
Don't you realize whom you shot, Capt. Schultz?
I tried to get the key man of the underground movement... and just when we were ready...
It's sabotage!
I resent that, Professor.
Why did you shoot him?
We have proof that this man was telling some outrageous stories about the Führer.
- That's no reason to shoot him.
- I agree with you.
At least not right away.
You shot Revanski like that. Would it have been better to look him over first?
Why don't we look over people before we shoot them?
I'm sorry, but you signed the order of execution yourself.
I sign so many every day.
I can't rely on my own people anymore.
Please, Colonel, maybe we can still save the situation.
There's one other man. A possibility. A good possibility.
Maximilian Pietrowski.
Maximilian Pietrowski? Don't tell me you...
Yes.
Colonel, all I can say is, you can't have your cake and shoot it, too.
It can't be done.
If they hear about this in England, they'll give you the Victoria Cross.
- I resent that, Professor.
- That's all, Schultz.
Yes, sir.
I didn't like the way Capt. Schultz shifted the responsibility back to you.
Neither did I. There's always something wrong... with a man who doesn't drink, smoke, or eat meat.
- You mean our Führer?
- No, please, Professor.
- Hope you won't...
- Why should I ruin you again?
Thank you so much.
I suppose you want to go back as soon as possible to London.
- London?
Yes, certainly.
- When did you plan to leave?
- I'd like to get out as soon as possible.
- Under the circumstances, that's best.
We have a plane leaving on Thursday for Sweden. - I'll make a reservation for you.
- That's fine. - Better make that two reservations.
- Two? My trip was successful in one respect.
I made a discovery. A certain Mrs. Tura.
She'll be the most valuable assistant I've ever had.
- Frankly, I don't believe in women agents.
- You'll change your mind if you meet her.
Why don't you?
Form your own opinion? If you say "no," it's no.
I'll call you at the hotel. What was the lady's name?
Mrs. Tura.
Her husband is that great Polish actor, Joseph Tura.
- You've probably heard of him?
- Yes. I saw him on the stage when I was in Warsaw, before the War.
Really?
What he did to Shakespeare, we are doing now to Poland.
- Goodbye, Colonel.
- Goodbye, Professor.
I'm Colonel Ehrhardt.
Will you sit down, please?
- Mrs. Tura, I sent for you.
- I'm very grateful.
I can't make up my mind. Yes, it sounds very intriguing and exciting...
Mrs. Tura, I have bad news for you.
If you don't think I'm the right person... it will be disappointing, but the cause must come first.
No, Mrs. Tura. It isn't that.
Prepare yourself for a shock. Professor Siletsky is dead.
- Dead?
- Murdered.
I can't believe it.
It can't be.
- When did this happen?
- We haven't found out yet. I only got the report just now.
- Was it at the hotel?
- No. He was evidently trapped somewhere.
The Führer has just arrived in Warsaw.
The men are planning a great reception... for him tonight.
A performance by the soldiers.
They opened the Theatre Polski. They tried to arrange some scenery.
One of the props broke and out fell the body of Professor Siletsky.
Who could have done such a thing?
Have you any idea?
We're certain, the bullet found in his body came from a British service revolver.
Yesterday, the British landed someone here by parachute.
So the only mystery left is, where is this man?
Believe me, we're going to get him.
- I hope so.
- My poor Professor.
I had an appointment with him this afternoon. He was due here any minute.
Thank you very much. I won't take up any more of your time.
Goodbye.
Mrs. Tura, I want you to know that your ties with us are not broken.
- You might be very valuable to us.
- Thank you.
It doesn't have to be London. I might have something here in Warsaw.
Colonel, whatever you decide, if you want me...
Naturally, I would have to know you a little better.
That is my duty and if I may say, my pleasure.
That's nice of you, Colonel. - But at the moment...
- It doesn't have to be today.
When you feel a little better, maybe we can have dinner together.
- Why don't you let me know?
- I will. And don't take it too hard, little woman.
- I'll try not to.
- That's the spirit.
Mrs. Tura seems to be rather upset.
Naturally, it's very unfortunate what happened to Siletsky.
- After all, he died for the Führer.
- Naturally.
Hello.
Good morning, Professor Siletsky. I have...
You will be a little late.
Yes, I understand.
Will you please announce me to Professor Siletsky?
- The Professor left quite a while ago.
- He did? Thank you.
- Was Tura here? - Yeah.
- Did he say anything?
- He just rushed in... punched me in the jaw, and rushed out.
- Dobosh, you know what happened?
- Yes. It's all right, Joseph just left.
- What do you mean?
- He had trouble. Somebody must have grabbed his beard.
I fixed it up and gave him an extra beard. Just in case. You can't tell with Tura.
He's lost.
They found the body in the theater.
- They know everything.
- What? - Who opened the theater?
- The Nazis.
- Who gave them the key?
- You idiot you, shut up!
They're gonna kill him. You've got to do something. Help him.
Rawitch, do something. Everything is all right.
- The Professor is here.
- We will be delighted.
Professor, please.
- Heil Hitler.
- Heil Hitler. How is the Professor?
- Fine, thank you. How is the Colonel?
- Excellent. May I?
Tell me, Colonel, what was your impression of Mrs. Tura?
- Wonderful.
- I'm glad you feel that way.
Yes, indeed.
This is Capt. Mueller and It. Brundt of our Special Investigation Squad.
Or what we call the Hotfoot Department.
- How do you do?
- It's a pleasure.
I think we should have a good talk before you leave.
I have to take up a few things with these gentlemen.
Would you mind stepping into my living room?
He should have cracked by now.
Give him a little time. Let him enjoy his goose pimples.
Colonel, do you really prefer this procedure to our usual methods?
I would say with intellectuals, the mental approach is more effective... and much quicker.
But if he shouldn't turn out to be an intellectual?
Then we try a little physical culture.
I don't want to hurry you, but do you think it will be much longer?
- Did you get bored?
- No, I tried to open up a conversation... with your friend in there, but he seems to be dead.
No. Really.
Let's go and see.
It looks like murder.
If I'm wrong, Colonel, please correct me.
There seems to be a slight resemblance between me and your late friend.
- Has that struck you, too?
- Definitely.
I have a terrible suspicion that one of us must be an imposter.
Now that you mention it, I think you're right.
Now, just for fun, Colonel, which one of us do you think is the imposter?
I hope you won't consider it impolite, Professor... but there's a general feeling in this room that it's you.
Please forgive me.
- Certainly.
You mind if I play detective?
- Go right ahead, Professor Siletsky.
Thank you.
- Edmondson's London.
- The real Siletsky came from London. The suit was bought in London.
- You think it looks bad for me?
- Terrible.
His watch is still running.
Which means he was killed, since the real Professor Siletsky arrived in...
This really looks bad for me. I'm liable to get shot.
There's a distinct possibility.
There's no doubt there was a definite purpose.
- He wanted to look like me...
- Or you wanted to look like him.
That's right.
Our hair is cut alike and even the shape of our beards is somewhat similar.
Not similar. Exactly alike.
- How long did you know each other?
- I just meet him here. Now you're lying. Plain lying.
You must have observed him for months.
It takes that long to grow a beard of that kind.
- Very good, Schultz.
- Excellent, Schultz.
Except you forget I may be wearing a false beard.
Very funny.
No, Professor. I'll tell you a better story.
- Maybe he is wearing a false beard.
- I hardly think so.
Why don't you convince yourself?
Why don't you pull his beard?
- I can't do it.
- No, you can't.
Too sensitive.
You can murder a man, kill in cold blood... but you cannot pull a man's beard!
I can't believe it.
How dare you put me in this position? I can't rely on anybody.
- You gave the order yourself...
- Shifting the responsibility on me again?
That's all, Schultz. Bye-bye, gentlemen.
- Professor, I don't know how to apologize.
- You were only doing your duty.
If there's a slightest doubt in your mind, why don't you pull my beard?
- Please, Professor.
- Come on. Just once. Don't rub it in.
I assure you, I never believed it for one minute... but this Schultz...
And, Professor, if you see the Führer...
You'd appreciate it if I didn't tell him. - I won't tell.
- Thank you so much.
Now, the important thing is to get you to London as quickly as possible.
- With Mrs. Tura?
- Of course. Anything you say, Professor.
- Get me the airport.
- Where's Colonel Ehrhardt's office?
- Heil Hitler.
Colonel Ehrhardt?
- Yes, sir.
I'm in charge of the Führer's Safety Squad.
I ride with the Führer this morning, and in one hour... I uncover a plot against his life.
Can't I rely on anyone?
- But, General...
- Arrest this man.
- No, General.
- This man's an imposter.
- Are you crazy?
- He is Professor Siletsky.
What do you have to say for yourself now?
Here is a man with a beard, and you didn't even pull it.
I never saw a more gross neglected duty in my life.
- General... - I've no confidence in you anymore. I'm taking charge of this case myself.
There will be a reorganization here, and your head will not be spared.
- And furthermore...
- General, may I remind you... of your appointment with the Führer?
Yes. You'll hear from me.
Take him out.
Piece of cheese?
Schultz!
I had a plane arranged, but Mr. Rawitch had a burning desire to act again.
When Mr. Rawitch acts, someone has to suffer.
Please, Mr. Tura. Forgive me for trying to save your life.
Who really bust the whole thing up? If you hadn't been so stupid... - and jealous of your wife.
- I hope it's true.
- But it isn't.
- We'll talk about that later.
- Friends...
- Romans and countrymen. We know you want to play Mark Antony, but that doesn't help us.
In 24 hours, they'll know everything. Then we're caught like rats in a trap.
Just a moment.
Hitler, of course, will be sitting in the royal box tonight.
You remember two years ago, we played Murder in The Opera House?
- It was a flop.
- It might be again. But we have to take the chance to get out of here.
The situation is very similar.
There'll be soldiers in the corridor... guarding Hitler's box.
If we can get them away for just one second...
That means we need a confusion, a commotion among the Gestapo.
I have started a commotion on every Gestapo man I've met.
No, we can't use you. There'll be no ladies.
Greenberg.
Yes, Mr. Dobosh.
If we can manage that Greenberg suddenly pops up among the Nazis...
- It'll get a terrific laugh.
- No, it won't.
Greenberg, you always wanted to play an important part.
- What do I have to do, Mr. Dobosh?
- If you don't play it right, we're all lost.
And if you do play it right, I still can't guarantee anything.
- What do I have to do?
- All right, let's rehearse.
- How does it look?
- Excellent.
Sobinski, it's time to go.
- I'm ready.
- Let's see.
- Looks all right.
- Yes. He looks very good.
- I'll pick you up about 9:00.
- Oh, darling.
Goodbye.
If anything should go wrong, if you shouldn't come back...
- Then Sobinski won't come back either.
- Goodbye, darling.
I guess you want to say goodbye. Go ahead.
This may be the last time we'll see each other.
I can only say it was wonderful knowing you, Maria.
- Goodbye, Mrs. Tura.
- Goodbye, Mr. Sobinski.
- Heil the Führer.
- Heil.
- How did you get here?
- I was born here.
- What made you decide to die here?
- Him.
- What do you want from the Führer?
- What does he want from us?
What does he want from Poland?
Why all this? Why?
"Aren't we human?
Have we not eyes? Have we not hands...
"organs, senses, dimensions, affections, passions?
"fed with the same food, hurt with the same weapons...
"subject to the same diseases, healed by the same means...
"cooled and warmed by the same winter and summer.
"If you prick us, do we not bleed?
"if you tickle us, do we not laugh?
"if you poison us, do we not die?
"if you wrong us, shall we not revenge?"
- Lieutenants Lange and Schneider.
- Yes, sir. Take charge of him and bring him to my headquarters. I want to question him.
Men, I don't want a word to leak out about this incredible incident.
- Who's in charge here?
- I am, sir.
How could this have happened?
- I don't know, sir.
- You don't know. That's just it. That's how you safeguard our Führer.
My Führer, it is my duty to advise you to leave immediately.
To the airport.
We have to make a stop on the way.
I'll tell you where.
Greenberg, he always wanted to play Shylock.
And he got his chance at last.
And he'll play it again.
Not in the corridor, but on the stage of the Polski theater.
- The railroad station.
- The underground is still alive.
Yes. We saved the underground.
Bronski, now we belong to history.
- They might even erect a monument to us.
- They will.
I can see myself sitting on a horse for the next century.
Yes, and sometimes when...
- What's the matter?
- Nothing.
I am such a nervous wreck, I'm imagining things.
- Imagining what?
- I thought you were wearing a mustache.
- I am.
- No, you're not.
Are you crazy?
Where's my mustache? This is a catastrophe. We've got to find it.
I can't get out without it. I've got to get Maria.
- What did you do with it?
- My mustache! We got to find it.
Good evening, Mrs. Tura.
I suppose you're surprised to see us?
I'm delighted, gentlemen, but unfortunately I have an appointment.
We have several things we want to find out.
Couldn't I see you tomorrow at your office? No, I'm sorry.
It is very urgent.
The Colonel and I were talking things over.
Mrs. Tura, we consider you a women of enormous appeal.
Thank you. But what's so very urgent about that?
It struck me as rather peculiar why anybody like you could be...
- attracted to Professor Siletsky.
- You never can tell about those things.
For instance, you're attractive yourself.
Perhaps my taste is a little peculiar.
But I haven't Professor Siletsky's distinguished beard.
- That's what fascinated you so much.
- Yes, it did intrigue me. Brought out the child in me.
I always felt like pulling it, but I didn't.
- What do you mean by that?
- It was a false beard, you know that.
He fooled me and he certainly fooled you, Colonel.
How do you know all this?
- Gen. Von Seidelman.
- What do you know about him?
He asked me to his office, and I had to answer a million questions.
He thanked me for the information and...
Gentlemen, do you by any chance suspect me?
- Mrs. Tura...
- General thought everything was all right.
If Gen. Von Seidelman thinks it's all right, then it is all right.
- What are you trying to get me into now?
- Colonel, it was your own idea.
Shifting the responsibility on me again.
- Good night, Schultz.
- Good night, Colonel.
This Schultz! Oh, Mrs. Tura, I'm so sorry.
I don't like to be impolite, but I have an appointment.
I'll drive you there.
You don't understand. Someone is coming.
- Someone is coming here.
- If he should find you...
I am here on official business. There is nothing to worry about.
Mrs. Tura, consider yourself in the arms of the Gestapo.
- Colonel, I'm a married woman.
- But you're expecting someone.
- Now I have to stay here.
- Colonel... I have to protect your husband.
- No, Colonel, you mustn't do this.
- Mrs. Tura, I'll give you a bracelet. - I confiscated a beautiful one today.
- I don't want a bracelet.
I can make life worth living for you.
I can give you extra butter rations. I'll give you three eggs a week.
I don't want any eggs. Colonel, please go.
Maria.
- Why didn't you tell me?
- How could I? Don't you understand?
Haven't you any tact?
My Führer!
Schultz!
Gentlemen, the Führer wants to talk to both of you himself.
The Lieutenant will take the control.
- Yes, mein Führer.
- Jump.
- Heil Hitler.
- Heil Hitler.
Two very obliging fellows.
Now let's go to England.
First it was Hess, now it's him.
Everybody, a nice smile. Thank you.
And you, Mr. Tura.
You played the real hero in this amazing play.
I did my best and I was very ably assisted by my colleagues.
Thank you, my friends, for everything you did.
As little as it may have been.
I am sure England will want to show its gratitude.
What do you desire most, Mr. Tura?
- Well, I... - He wants to play Hamlet.
After all, we are in the country of William Shakespeare...
He wants to play Hamlet.
"Than is my deed to my most painted word.
"O heavy burden!"
"I hear him coming.
Let's withdraw, my Lord."
"To be or not to be."
Fifty years ago
Paris was a light-hearted city the goal of many a traveler but some came not for gaiety but to work to study at one of the world's most famous university the Sorban.
To its lecture room and classes came students from all over the world and among them was a young girl.
She was poor.
She was beautiful.
She had left her homeland and family and here in Paris, she was alone haunted by dreams and invincibly eager
To go out alone into space.
Go out alone.
In one hundred years one hundred students but when it is time for you to think you, too, will be alone like the author of this equation like Newton let us say your Galileo.
Probably will not be your good fortune to reach the sky to catch the stars in your fingertips.
To catch a star in your fingertips.
But this you can share with them.
You can learn to be alone with nature with the ray of light piece of earth drop of rain you can become aware that the earth's swirling about the sun at the rate of 66,000 miles per hour.
Aware that the...
What... what's that?
You are feeling better?
Sit still a moment.
You fainted.
I...
I'm sorry I interrupted the lecture so stupidly.
You can get the notes from some other students.
Your name is Marie Scholoscka?
Yes.
You are working in two master degrees.
One in physics and one in mathematics.
You passed first in the... mathematical examination last year.
What did you have to eat today?
Eat?
Yes, eat.
I don't remember.
I have some lunch.
What did you have?
Salmon.
All sort of things.
You have a pleasant room?
Yes, monsieur.
Good.
What time did you have that coat
Come along.
Come along, please.
This is rather unusual to have no friends here in Paris.
I have little time for friends.
Usually, there's some young men.
I'm interested in physics and mathematics.
Yes, so am I.
Yet, I have a wife and a home a daughter and two granddaughters
I'm afraid I will not be up to that.
Your desire is to go back to Poland and teach?
Yes.
Your parents are still in Warsaw
My father is a physics professor He is old.
When I have my degrees I shall go back and live with him.
You love Poland.
Oh, yes.
I love Poland.
Physics and mathematics and Poland.
Yes.
Eat your soup.
Thank you very much.
The Society of Natural Industry has asked me to recommend someone to make a study of the magnetic property of rare steel.
I would be glad to recommend you if you wish.
There would be some cumbersome costs
I don't know exactly what.
Oh, it wouldn't matter.
Really it wouldn't.
I would be so grateful.
Of course, that our cumbersome equipment too cumbersome for our laboratories, I'm afraid.
However, I know a scientist of great merit who works in the school of physics and chemistry.
Perhaps he might have recommendation available.
Come and have tea Sunday with my wife and me.
I will ask him to come, too.
You probably know his name.
It is Pierre Curie.
Oh, thank you so much.
Thank you
You have been very kind.
Not at all.
Not at all.
Good bye then.
Until Sunday.
Sunday.
Good night.
Good night.
To catch a star at your fingertips.
Ah.
Madame Poirot.
You are Mdme.
Scholoscka.
I knew it.
Yes.
We've been waiting for you.
My husband has told me all about you.
Ah.
Professor Curie.
How nice?
Madame.
You two had met?
Have not had the honor in the hallway.
This is Mdme.
Marie Scholoscka.
professor Pierre Curie.
My husband said you have no friends in Paris but that's impossible, child
We must remedy that.
Please Professor...
Come in. Come in.
I'm sure you know everyone here.
In Paris you must have many friends.
I want you to meet all these charming...
May I introduce you to...
This is Mdme.
Scholoscka...
What time?
Always hard to meet, gentlemen.
Dr. Curie
Good afternoon.
I had no idea that it was going to be a party.
No...
I believe you, monsieur.
They're pulling up suddenly these parties out of the goodness of women's hearts.
My wife wishes the young student of mine to make many friends.
Well, I...
I'm very bad at parties.
It's impossible for me to focus.
My mind won't follow the most simple thought.
Oh, I beg your pardon.
You are quite alright.
Maybe I'll come back some other day.
No...
I want to talk to you about this student of mine.
Perhaps we can find a quiet corner where we can talk.
Of course.
Of course.
And as this student has very little money, and is
I believe, extremely talented
I thought you might have room available at physics and chemistry.
Oh, I should be very glad.
Unfortunately at the moment we are extremely crowded ourselves.
In that case...
However, my workroom is quite large.
I would hesitate to ask you to share your own laboratory...
I have shared it with students before.
You have?
Yes, and some of them were very quiet and pleasant.
On the other hand one fellow was most troublesome.
He used to whistle constantly.
Well, I can assure you that this student is very serious.
Then I should be very happy.
I think you will find that she is very sincere.
She?
Oh, my God.
These are my granddaughters.
Excuse me.
But...
Mademoiselle.
Mademoiselle.
Bon Appetit.
A coffee?
Yes, thank you.
Tea.
That's coffee.
That's coffee, too.
Oh.
Please sit down, everybody.
Sit down.
Wait a moment.
Come along... children.
It's time for your performance.
Would you excuse them, Dr. Curie.
They are going to play the piano.
Come along...
There they are.
This is the student of whom we were speaking.
Mme. Scholoscka.
Dr. Pierre Curie.
We have already met.
Dr. Curie is gracious in consenting for you to work in his laboratory
I am very grateful.
Of course, I have no idea that is...
Would you sit down, Madame?
Oh, would you please excuse me.
I feel my grandchildren are about to entertain.
Would you care for tea?
Thank you.
I've just had some.
It's coffee.
I appreciate very deeply Dr. Curie the privilege of working in your laboratory.
Playing incredibly badly don't you think?
Very badly, Dr. Curie.
Of course, I'm no judge.
Professor Poirot is an excellent scientist.
Oh, good morning, Dr. Curie.
Good morning, David.
The furnace is taken down and I'm beginning to set up for room temperature readings.
I have the sulphates all ready for you.
Thank you.
No one has arrived yet?
Here at the laboratory?
No, sir.
Are you expecting someone?
Well, a pupil of Dr. Poirot who's going to do some work here for a short time.
Yes, sir.
Her name is Marie Sc...
Funny, I was introduced to her twice.
Scholoscka.
She's a girl.
I didn't find out in time.
Always the continuous struggle against woman, David
When we wish to give all our thoughts to some work which is strangest to humanity we always have to struggle against woman.
Yes, sir.
And women scientists are particularly unattractive
I find, sir
Women's love in life is the living of it.
In the world of abstract research she's a danger, destruction.
She's a natural enemy of science
There's no doubt of it, sir.
Woman and science are incompatible.
Woman of genius are rare.
No true scientist can have anything with women.
No, sir.
Anyway, David, put her over there in that far corner.
Yes, sir.
And if you can without being rude inform her how important silence is to laboratory work.
I do hope she doesn't whistle.
Oh, David.
Would you mind going to the storeroom upstairs and see if there's a magnetometer.
She'll need one for her experiments.
Oh, yes.
I...
I'm very sorry, sir.
I beg your pardon are you looking for something?
Yes.
I'm looking for Dr. Curie's laboratory.
You're here.
But you're not...
I mean you can't be...
Excuse me, please.
No. You don't understand.
You see I'm Dr. Curie's assistant.
Oh... then you can direct me.
Oh, I certainly can.
Certainly can.
Oh, just this way.
Thank you.
What do you think of that?
I run into you the first thing.
You know, Dr. Curie has asked me look out for you.
Be sure to have everything you want so I'll just take everything into my own hands.
Oh, here we are.
Here she is, Dr. Curie.
Run straight into her the first day.
Oh.
Good morning, Mademoiselle.
Good morning, Dr. Curie.
This time we met in rather a less rude atmosphere.
Yes.
Well that's just as it should be.
People interested in work should be left alone.
You have met my assistant?
Yes.
I don't think I quite caught his name.
David.
David Lagroue.
I'm sure that David will see that you're properly installed.
Thank you, Dr. Curie.
I appreciate this chance more than I can say.
Not at all Not at all, Mademoiselle and I do hope you'll be quite comfortable.
Over this way.
We picked out a specially nice place for you right over here.
You're going to have this far corner all to yourself.
Of course we would have it fixed up for you had we known sooner that you were coming but we'll take care of that right away.
How do you think this is going to suit you?
Oh.
It is excellent.
I understand you're a pupil of Professor Poirot's?
Yes.
I've studied with him, too.
Wonderful isn't he?
Yes, he is.
Oh, I'll give you a little more light.
Please don't bother.
Oh, Dr. Curie wants you to be comfortable.
I'm sorry, Dr. Curie.
Here's a paper and pencil.
You can make out a list for all the things you need, and I'll go and see if I can get a magnetometer for you.
Oh, I can take my coat off?
Oh.
It's always the way you should.
Your hat?
I'll hide it up at the cupboard for you
I'm sorry, Dr. Curie.
Let me help you.
Thank you.
You know my office is just upstairs.
I hope you won't hesitate to call on me if I can be of any assistance.
You're very kind.
You sure everything's alright?
Quite.
Thank you.
Not at all.
If there is anything you'd like to know about our equipment
I'd be glad to explain it to you
I want to give you some advice on where to eat around here.
There's a very nice little restaurant down...
Really, monsieur.
I don't think we should talk.
Why are you whispering?
I just think you ought to know where to go.
Yes, but I...
I'll take you there later.
That's the best way and
It's too trouble.
Oh, no trouble at all.
I'll come back for you.
Good evening, Mademoiselle.
Good evening, Dr. Curie.
Miserable evening, hasn't it?
Yes, isn't it.
Oh, by the way did David get you the telescope scale you asked for last week
Oh, yes.
Thank you very much.
He finally look into it.
Good...
Well, good evening.
But you have no umbrella Mademoiselle
No, I haven't, Dr. Curie.
I'm sorry.
I didn't realize.
Perhaps I can help you.
Oh, I don't want to trouble you.
Allow me.
No trouble at all.
No trouble at all.
Thank you.
You're very kind.
Not at all, Mademoiselle.
May I ask you another question
Dr. Curie in the same connection?
It's a simple matter, perhaps but it puzzles me.
Yes, Mademoiselle?
In the semetry L sub-Q and two L sub-Q you include only those rotations which are integral multiples of two Pi L Q.
But two times K over Q exclude the identity transformation if K is not an integer.
Yes.
For final case, I guess.
But in a limited L sub infinity a difficult seems to arise.
I don't see why it's quite straightforward.
Well, if you consider the matter rigorously...
Hmm.
I have to look into that.
This is where I lived.
Good bye and thank you.
Of course...
Oh, good bye, mademoiselle.
And may I say your conversation is very simplely
Thank you.
It's an extremely dawning hypothesis.
Good morning, Mademoiselle.
Good morning, Dr. Curie.
I'm a little late this morning.
I have to stop in at my publishers.
Oh.
To Mme. Scholoscka my respect and friendship of honor... friendship of honor.
My book.
Oh, it's lovely.
One of the first copy just off the press.
On semitry and physical phenomena
Semitry of Electric Field and of Magnetic Field by Pierre curie.
That's something to be proud of.
I thought perhaps you might like a copy.
Oh, I would very much.
Well, it's yours.
It's yours Mademoiselle.
Oh, thank you.
Not at all.
I've inscribed the book for you mademoiselle on the ply leaf.
I believe that's the usual procedure.
I'm very flattered.
Not at all...
Come in. Oh, Dr. Becquerel.
I hope I'm not intruding Dr. Curie.
But could you step over my laboratory with me?
I think I've happened on something of great interest.
Why?
What is it?
Are you too busy to...?
Oh, no...
Not at all.
I'll come at once.
Oh, aren't you coming Mademoiselle?
Well, if I may?
You don't mind...
No. No. I'll be delighted.
I came upon it quite by accident
I think you'll agree that it is very extraordinary...
What is this thing...
Well, what did you see?
You have taken the picture of a key apparently.
Yes, the picture of a key.
But that picture of a key was taken... in a very extraordinary manner.
The picture of that key was taken in complete and total darkness without light of any kind.
But, how was that possible?
Some months ago
I had the idea that perhaps certain rocks and minerals might store applied energy from the sun that if I left the rocks and minerals in the sun long enough they might absorbed some of its rays and then later, give them out.
So I make some photographic experiments
You see these rocks they're all different kinds of minerals
I labeled them as you see and left them outside in the sun for several hours.
Then I put them in this drawer on photographic plates like this and then I waited to see if they would give out any sunlight they might have absorbed.
I see.
And your experiment was a success.
To the contrary, my experiment was a complete failure.
Not one of the rocks I have exposed to the sun affected the plates in anyway.
See, there they are.
They're all black every one of them.
Then how did you explain...
Now, look at this one, please.
That has been exposed am I right?
Light has reached
Oh, yes.
That has been exposed.
This plate was lying in this drawer quite by accident.
I didn't even know it was there.
It's the drawer that I keep some of my specimens in.
And when I was putting my rocks back into the drawer one of them must have fallen on this plate without my knowing it.
I discovered it yesterday.
This is the rock that I have not yet exposed to the sun it's a piece of mineral called pitch blende.
To be sure there could be no mistake last night I myself hide in this room in complete darkness.
Took this rock, which had never been exposed to the sun and placed it on a photographic plate.
I put this metal key between the stone and the plate like this so that it would be photographed if any light rays came from the stone.
Half hour ago I developed the plate.
This is the result.
You mean, then, that... there is something about that rock that gives off rays of its own.
Rays powerful enough to go through black paper and affect this photographic plate.
That, Monsieur, must be so.
Incredible.
It is incredible.
It's as if they were a piece of the sun locked up in here.
Strange.
Very strange.
What could it be?
What could be the nature of radiation?
What could be the origin of it?
Perhaps we shall never know.
It was very kind of you to take me to Dr. Becquerel's laboratory.
Not at all...
Dr. Curie
I want to thank you also for allowing me to do my experiments here in your laboratory.
I couldn't have done this if it weren't for Natural Science Industry for allowing me of your kindness.
You finished that already?
Yes, I had to do it quickly because I should not have much time from now on to come to the laboratory.
Why?
What do you mean?
From now on, I shall spend most of my time studying.
My examination's coming up in less than two weeks, you know.
So soon?
I haven't realized.
Yes.
I have been here six months.
It's the middle of June.
The term is nearly over.
How fast it goes.
Yes.
You know a short time ago that tree was a skeleton.
I always used to look forward to my summer in my country but I'm only there at stray moments now when I go to visit my parents.
They have this small place outside of Paris at Sol.
I used to take long walks towards the woods there with my brother, Jacques.
So nice to be walking in the country.
My father loves to walk.
Your father?
Is he here in Paris?
Oh, no.
In Warsaw but we get out of the city now and then.
Warsaw.
But you're not thinking going to Warsaw.
Of course.
But when?
As soon as I finished my examinations.
But for how long?
Why for...
Why, Dr. Curie.
You forget that if I passed my examinations
I'm going back to Poland to teach.
Well, I knew that...
wish I knew when we first came, but everything is changed now.
You are making experiments of your own
I know it.
I shall miss Paris, too.
But this is absurd, fantastic.
Why, it never occurred to me.
Oh, I...
I haven't planned on this at all.
How could you dream of doing such a thing abandoning science when your making such progress.
My father is getting old.
He misses me.
If you stay on in Poland you can't possibly go on with your studies.
Anyone can teach but you can do more much more.
You have a talent a definite talent and it's your duty to use it.
We've so much to be done so much to that's still undreamed of.
Oh, Mademoiselle.
I beg you to reconsider.
Why, that's very kind of you Dr. Curie
I'm really flattered.
I'm afraid I can't give up the entire plan that I have had for so long.
I thought, of course, you knew.
I do not understand how anyone with a scientific mind can entertain the thought of abandoning science.
I know.
But there are other things that are important, too.
Dr. Curie?
Yes, Mademoiselle.
I've been meaning to ask you.
I supposed you wouldn't care to attend my graduation?
Well, I should enjoy very much seeing you get your degree but, well, I have, ah... there's such a crowd always.
Of course...
I understand perfectly.
I feel exactly the same way myself.
Well I should be coming in again of course to see to a few things
Good bye, Dr. Curie.
Good bye, Mademoiselle.
We may well expect to hear again and again.
It will always be interested for you to look back and try to recall the personality of... your classmate who have won faith.
Above all it's the mother of learning
And her children come through all the corners of the world.
They come, they are nourished and then they returned to their homeland to impart what they have instilled to others.
Pride is not deflated by what they take away.
The whole world is in fact enriched by what they learned.
And am proud in particular gained more than she gives to the very earnest students.
Professor Constance, chairman of the committee on scholarship has gone over all the awards and will read the name of the successful candidates.
It is my pleasure to introduce Professor Constance.
The names of those who have been awarded degrees will be read in the order of merit.
For the degree the master of physics.
First...
Marie Scholoscka.
Hello, Dr. Curie.
Oh, hello, David.
Isn't she wonderful?
First place in physics.
Did you know we have that all that time in the laboratory?
Yes.
It's very gratifying.
Here she was bright...
You haven't seen any of Mmde.
Scholoscka, have you, David?
Yes, I saw her.
Had a nice talk with her.
Congratulated her and everything.
She went straight home.
Had some packing to do.
Packing?
Well, she's leaving for Poland on Tuesday.
Oh.
Good bye, Dr. Curie.
Oh.
Awfully glad I run into you.
Good bye, David.
Ah!
Dr. Curie.
How do you do, Professor?
Lovely, wasn't it?
Packing.
Yes...
Wasn't it lovely?
Come in...
Dr. Curie.
How do you do?
I missed you at the Graduation Exercises.
I looked all over for you.
You were there?
Yes.
Then you heard.
Yes.
My congratulation Mademoiselle.
Thank you.
You know, I was...
never dreamed that I would...
I was even afraid that I might may not...
Oh, I'm glad you were able to go.
Won't you sit down?
Thank you
I met David and he told me that you were leaving Poland on Tuesday
Yes.
I see.
Then you haven't reconsider Mademoiselle.
I'm afraid not.
Of course.
Of course.
Perhaps you might have.
You were packing?
Yes.
Oh, yes... naturally.
Well, then... since you are leaving so soon on Tuesday
I presume there'd be no time for something I had in mind, that is... my father...
He is a doctor, you know.
He is very short only, you know.
but intelligent.
And my mother is quite gay.
I think you'd enjoy knowing both of them.
But of course that would be impossible because you'd be busy packing and doing one thing or another.
I had meant to ask you down before but it slipped my mind.
Still, I thought it would be nice for you to take away with you some of Paris' countryside since we were speaking of the country the last time I saw you that perhaps you might like to come with me
to spend the weekend there.
It's not far but still it's impossible
I see, because, I said before you'd be busy packing and preparing for your journey.
Yes, the idea's preposterous on the face of it.
The idea is not preposterous at all.
I should like to come very much.
You would?
Yes.
Thank you.
Well, then.
Well, then.
I hate that girl.
Eugene.
I still hate that girl.
What do you do in Poland, anyway?
Spend all your time at this stupid game
You must not mind my husband.
He never shouts at anyone unless he likes them.
That's what I thought.
He had been shouting at me all my life.
Well, what are looking so gloomy about, Pierre.
It's your shot.
Ah, yes.
Excuse me.
I heard you're going to Poland on Tuesday.
Say, Monsieur.
Excellent country, Poland.
Thank you.
Of course, he hasn't been there.
You don't have to be there to know it's an excellent country.
Well, what are you waiting for.
Hit it.
Hit it.
Well, I dare say it's the best thing you can do.
You can go on with your studies there.
Of course, not with a degree that you could get here, but you will do well whatever it is.
Thank you, Madame.
I'm not paying you compliments.
I'm only telling you what I see in your face.
It's all there in people's faces.
Look at my husband.
A good man and a good doctor.
Look at Pierre.
A poet, but a poet with brains.
A poet in the laboratory.
Look at me, fat and foolish but quite a good old soul.
It's true.
Why should I mind.
Look at Monsieur and me.
Mitchell there and young Master Mitchell.
We'll let them pass.
But then, look at yours.
Stubborn, determined, abstinent and of course, intelligent.
And then, there's something else that I can't quite give a name to.
Fiery, is it?
No...
Flame-like.
That's a little nearer.
Flame-like then.
Something like a flame.
Once I'm sure I won and what with that strike of yours supposed I get out of it.
You're not paying attention.
It's no credit beating anyone who does not pay attention.
Why, I tried to, Father.
Then you're just plain stupid.
Oh.
Leave him alone.
No, sir.
That boy has got to learn to concentrate.
He'll never get anywhere if he doesn't concentrate.
Did you ever hear the fundamental law of physics, known oddly enough as Curie's Law
Sheer luck.
I don't know how Pierre ever stumbled on to it.
Oh, do be quiet, Eugene.
Croquet always makes me thirsty.
Want to drink?
Thank you, Father.
Yes, that croquet always makes me thirsty.
Yes, it stirs up the thirst in a man.
Nothing like a good drink of lemonade after a fast game of croquet don't you think so, Pierre.
There.
I think you'll be comfortable here.
I'm sure I will.
This is Jacques' room when he was home
Pierre's brother, you know.
Oh, there he is.
Where.
Oh, that.
That's Pierre.
Oh, no.
Really?
The other two are doctors of course.
Crazy looking group.
I think it's charming.
Well.
I hope you rest well.
Thank you.
And thank you for the lovely day.
I'd been very happy and...
You're very welcome, my dear.
If you care to postpone your travel to Poland we'd love to have you stay with us for time.
It is very kind of you.
I like very much to stay but I've already written to my father and he'd be expecting me.
It's no use, Mother, to talk Mdme.
Scholoscka of staying on in Paris
It seems that she's determined to return to Poland, and apparently as far as she is concerned science is to be forgotten.
I did try to explain to you why I have to return to Poland.
I thought you've understood.
I do understand and I'm sorry.
Well, good night, my dear.
Good night, Madame Curie.
Good night, Mademoiselle.
Pierre, you shouldn't have spoken to her like that.
She's a very obstinate girl Mother.
After all, Poland is her home.
What's that?
I'm just saying to Mother she is a very obstinate girl.
Hmm, stubborn.
Exactly.
That's what I mean.
Stubborn as they come.
Saw that the first minute I clap her eyes on her.
Won't listen to reason.
Closes her mind like a clam.
Well, let's go to bed.
Good night, Mother.
Good night, son.
Good night, Father.
Good night, Pierre.
She's so intelligent about other things
Good night.
Blind as a bat.
Who?
Your son.
Mdme.
Scholoscka...
What is it?
What's happened?
Is anything wrong?
Dr. Curie.
I find it impossible for you to leave Paris.
But what?
Please.
I must talk to you.
I found myself in a very peculiar position.
During these past two weeks when you haven't been to the laboratory
I found everything very confusing
It's impossible to do my work.
In short, I find it impossible to go on without you.
But now, suddenly... something has become very clear to me.
I am helpful to you in the laboratory, am I not?
Am I not?
Didn't you say that?
Yes, of course.
A few times, I've been able to give you suggestions which you've found valuable
Of course.
Well, then, now.
Where as I was inclined to be nervous and impatient you were quite the opposite.
You have a clear mind you were tenacious you would never give up.
It's an excellent combination.
I might compare it with the chemical formula NACI
Sodium Chloride.
It's a stable necessary compound.
So if we marry on this basis our marriage would always be the same.
The temperature would be the same the composition would be the same
There would be no destruction no fluctuation none of the uncertainties and emotions of love.
But...
I know how you feel about love about men
I mean and I respect that feeling.
It's also my own conviction.
For the scientist there is no time for love.
I always believe science and marriage to be incompatible but it's stupid to believe in generalization.
In our case, it would be a wonderful collaboration.
A wonderful collaboration.
Don't you feel that?
I feel that.
And as for your father from what you've said
I'm sure he would applaud such a collaboration.
He might.
And as for Poland what little good you could make there, you could make up here ten fold on your own ground science.
What do you think I should do?
It would be a very fine thing I believe to pass our lives together with our common scientific dream to work together constantly in our search and any discovery that we should make no matter how small would deepen the friendship
that we already have for each other and increase the respect that we mutually feel.
I can imagine no respect or friendship greater than I have for you now.
I can imagine no future so full of promise than the one you offer.
Then I suggest that you stay on in Paris with me.
I think you are right.
I should like to stay in Paris very much.
Thank you.
We are engaged.
Engaged?
I'm sorry.
Oh, Pierre.
I'm so happy.
Oh.
So very happy.
And I'm, too, my boy.
Very happy
Thank you, Mother.
Thank you, Father.
Oh, Pierre.
I am so glad.
Good night, Mother.
Good night, father.
Good night, my boy.
Good night.
Good night.
Good night.
Quiet, please...
Chaplain.
Quiet, please.
Now, look right here, please and hold absolutely still until I count to ten.
Still.
One and two and three and four and five and six and seven and eight and nine and ten.
How I wish you happiness Mme. Curie.
Oh, David.
Thank you.
You're the first one who's called me that.
Good bye, Mme. Curie and bon voyage.
Thank you, mademoiselle.
Good bye, my dear Marie.
Oh, Father dear.
Good bye.
Oh, congratulations, lad.
Thank you.
Thank you.
Congratulations.
Thank you, David.
Bye.
Bye.
Excuse me.
Now, where can I put this chicken?
Mother we don't need anymore food.
We're not going at the jungle.
Good gracious what's this, Pierre?
What do you want the science book on your honeymoon?
We want to read them, Mother.
Well, this is the last straw.
Mother, we want those books.
The chicken will do you fine I assure you.
Science books on your honeymoon!
My boy, good bye.
Good bye.
Ready, Marie?
Here they go...
You're very lovely, Marie.
Thank you, Pierre.
Music is lovely, isn't it?
Yes.
Thank you.
Pierre.
Yes.
Would you hate to get back?
In a way, although I have a lot of work that I must do.
What should I work on, Pierre?
What subject should I choose for my doctors degree?
Is there anything that particularly interests you?
Oh, yes.
Yes, a number of things but...
What is it?
Why did you stop?
Oh, nothing.
It's just an idea that went through my mind.
Well, what was it?
Do you remember that Professor Becquerel showed us that rock
The pitch blende and the plate he exposed to it?
Yes.
You know, Pierre.
I can't get that out of my mind.
Really?
Why?
I know it's true that the rays give... not by something in the pitch blende
I can't get over the feeling that there's more to it than that that there's something else something beyond Becquerel's explanation.
I don't quite understand.
Well, what are these rays that given off and why are they being given off.
It's an accepted principle in science that nothing can go on forever without running dull, isn't it?
Yes.
I mean, the clock will run dull if it isn't wound.
Afire would burn out if it's not replenished.
Life will die if it is inflate.
Yet in these rocks which are embedded in the middle of the earth millions of years never seen the sun
Rays are constantly given off more all by themselves.
What is this energy?
Where does it come from?
I supposed I'm being very foolish.
Some of the greatest achievements in science come to the same type of foolishness.
When an explanation is given of something and every one believes it there may be one person somewhere who can't quite accept it, who instinctively says I'm not sure that this is sufficient explanation.
Maybe something beyond this.
It's that kind of foolishness, Marie.
Well, I'm not that person I'm sure.
How do you know?
Perhaps you are
Perhaps Dr. Becquerel has only set the gate a jar.
Maybe a long and unexplored road ahead
I wouldn't even know how to start Pierre.
I wouldn't know what to do.
I'm very glad we're married to each other, Pierre.
Darling.
Hello, Marie.
My class kept me the day with the most stupid questions.
Thought I would never get away.
Just tonight when we're having guests.
I have a terrible problem.
I hope I got the things you wanted me to get.
I lost the slip that I made the notes on and I couldn't remember whether there was turnips or carrots, so I got both.
Mother likes carrots and Father likes turnips.
And here's some flowers for the cook.
Thank you, Pierre.
What's the matter, Marie?
Oh, Pierre.
I'm so discouraged.
Looks like this method of mine is all wrong.
I wonder if I'm trying something beyond me.
What is it exactly that's wrong?
I don't know.
My measurements.
they don't mean anything.
I know I must be making mistakes some where... but I don't know where it is.
I checked them and I rechecked them two hundred times.
Maybe the electrometer is not working right.
That's what I'm afraid of.
I wish you'd examine it for me Pierre
I'll go over it tomorrow.
Let's forget it tonight.
Let's not talk, not even think the laboratory
Promise?
I promise.
Well, Pierre.
What is it?
Marie, about those measurements.
Do you think anything could have happened to change the capacity of the electrometer?
Weren't we suppose to forget the laboratory tonight?
Oh.
I forgot.
I'm sorry.
No more...
I'm terribly sorry.
Here they are.
Where's my coat?
Here we are.
Hello, dear.
Pierre.
Mother.
I smell turnips.
We got carrots for you.
Oh, how sweet of you.
Oh, I brought you some of my new plum jelly.
Thank you, Mother.
She made it but I brought it.
Ah, thank you, Father.
Let me have your things.
Your coat, Father?
Yeah.
You're not treating her right, Pierre.
She looks pinkish.
Oh, it's silly.
Why you look lovely, dear.
Just the same, she's too thin.
And I say a woman without a child is a parasite.
She feeds on life but is not willing to give life in return.
What is being her excuse to have life.
Why would she ever born?
She's a blood sucker.
Now, don't call names, George.
Are you listening to me?
Of course.
A woman without a child is a blood sucker.
We didn't mean you, my dear.
Oh, yes.
She's just the one I did mean.
But I'm going to have a child.
When?
Soon, I hope.
Oh, my dear.
Marie.
Yes, dear.
Look who's going to say something at last.
Are you sure the insulation is dry?
Yes, Pierre.
He's getting quite chatty lately isn't he?
Don't bother them.
They're thinking of something.
I don't believe it.
Did you check the ground connection?
I don't know.
I thought you gave it to me in good order.
Well, sometimes it work loose and you don't notice it.
Pierre, that could be possible couldn't it?
Yes.
Yes, of course.
The thing we must do is to check that line completely from one end to the other.
In that case my measurements may be correct.
Yes.
Then all these months of work couldn't have been wrong after all.
That's right.
Pierre, that's it.
That must be it...
Yes, that must be it.
Alright.
Alright. Go ahead and check it.
Father, it's just that, well
Marie has so many setbacks with her work.
That's alright.
Don't stop doing...
Please.
Go ahead.
It's just that I've been waiting for so many months.
It's alright, my dear.
I hope you won't mind if I stay long enough to finish my coffee.
Please do and we'll try to get back before you go.
Thank you, my boy.
Thank you.
Good bye.
You know, sometimes that son of yours is not quite all right.
Nice having dinner with you.
You know, I'll never come to this house but for the sake...
It happens every time.
Well?
It's alright.
Nothing wrong with it.
I was wrong.
I was sure we've found it.
Well...
I don't know.
I'm sorry.
You tested all of the elements.
you're sure of that, Marie?
Yes, I'm positive, Pierre.
And you found that only two of them... uranium and thorium gave off rays.
That's right.
Then you measured the uranium and thorium in the pitch blende ore.
And that's when I run into trouble.
The pitch blende has more radioactivity than I can explained by the amount of uranium and thorium had in it.
Would you like to show me how you make your measurements Marie?
You wouldn't mind?
Of course not.
Alright.
Here is what I've done so many times that I lost count.
Here is crude pitch blende.
Now we know that the rays came from the uranium and thorium that are in this pitch blende.
Those two elements give off the rays.
Correct.
I put the pitch blende in this mortar.
Has the mortar always been clean?
Always and grinded up.
Here is the ground pitch blende throw in the uranium and thorium in it
I also fill a disk level full.
Just like what I've done every time.
Then I placed it in the electrometer.
And I close the case so there is no draft.
Good.
I charged the electrometer.
Now I will find out how much energy to raise in the pitch blende they have is it right?
Right.
Start.
Ready.
Read.
Eight.
Eight.
Same reading as I always had.
This pitch blende with the uranium and the thorium still in it comes to eight.
Now, here is pure uranium
I strike it in the same amount of pitch blende.
This is exactly the same case close the case charged the electrometer
Now, we will find out how much energy the rays in the uranium have.
Right.
Ready.
Read.
Two, same as always.
Done nothing wrong so far.
Not that I can see.
We know then that... the pitch blende with the uranium and thorium in it comes to eight and that the uranium alone reads two.
I am going to test the thorium.
From the same amount of pitch blende?
Of course, and put in exactly the same case close the case charged the electrometer.
Now we find out how much energy the rays in thorium have?
Right.
Ready.
Read.
Two
I don't understand.
There must be a mistake.
When the uranium and thoarum are in the pitch blende the reading is eight.
But individually they only total four.
Have you checked all the other elements in the pitch blende?
I checked every elements.
There is no the result.
Every elements in existence.
Uranium and thorium are the only elements that give off rays.
Why do they give off twice as much when they are in the pitch blende as they do as they were tested separately?
Where are those four missing points?
That is what I don't understand.
I don't understand.
You make the chemical analysis of what is content in the pitch blende, didn't you?
Of course.
Could I see it?
Yes.
Uranium oxide - 75%
Chlorium Oxide - 13% Lead sulfide - 3%
Silicon dioxide - 2% Calcium oxide - 3%
Barium oxide - 2% Iron oxide - 1%
Magnesium oxide - 1/990% other extraneous elements 1/1000%
Pierre Yes?
Our universe is composed of definitely known substances isn't it?
Elements are fixed forever in earth unchanging we know that, don't we?
All of our scientist based on that
All of our science is based on that.
In the beginning man used to think that the world have only of four elements, earth, air, fire and water.
They thought that everything in their universe could be made out of those.
Yes. Go on.
But They were wrong, weren't they?
They were wrong.
Now we know that there are 78 elements
The elements over there on the shelves and we believe that there are some elements still unknown but we assume that... these missing elements have the same character as those we know already.
That is right
Pierre
What if there is a kind of matter in the world we never even dream of?
What would that mean?
Marie, that would mean that our whole conception of the nature of matter would have to be changed.
It is cold in here.
Tell me what you are thinking.
I don't quite dare.
Go on and say it now matter how crazy it sounds.
What if we did not make a mistake in our measurement?
What if the conception of science is wrong?
What if there exists a matter that is not in earth but alive, dynamic?
Do we dare think that our four missing points these strange power is of 1/1000%?
Pierre.
We have discovered a new element.
An active element.
The residue for pitch blende.
What was left over
After I extract the uranium and the thoarum it must be in there.
Where it is?
In the resin...
Close the curtains.
Ready?
Marie, if your four missing points are here our notion of the universe will be changed.
Ready?
Read.
Four.
Oh, Pierre.
Marie.
This new concept.
If we can prove the existence of this new element it may enable us to look into the secret of life itself deeper than ever before in the history of the world.
Madame Curie, you must realize that the board has given you repetition every consideration.
However... the university has not an extensive budget for the creation of new laboratories and for the new equipment you ask for.
You state that... you and Dr. Curie had detected the presence of a new element an active element.
But unfortunately you have given us no convincing proof of its existence.
We have demonstrated of its existence experimentally.
We have carried on our research intensely except for five weeks in the autumn.
In September my daughter was born and a week later my husband has the misfortune to lose his mother.
But the rest of the time, we have devoted entirely to research.
And yet in this eight or nine months you have came no closer to any proof as to the existence of ah... what is the name of it?
Ah, my wife has named it radium.
Oh yes, radium
I should like to ask Dr. Curie a question.
Yes, Professor Roger
This work.
Will it require quite a little time will it not?
Yes, of course.
But you are already teaching at school of physics and chemistry.
And Madam Curie is teaching at the normal school at Sebra.
It would be a formidable undertaking under the best of circumstances.
Under these conditions hardly seems promising.
And Madam Curie, in spite of her acknowledged abilities is if you would permit me to say so young inexperienced, and a woman.
Gentleman.
If you please.
This remark seems to me entirely irrelevant.
It is perfectly true that Madame Curie is young that she has not had the experience that most of us have had and as you say she is a woman.
But let me impress upon you gentlemen that she is of most unusual woman
I might say her, ah a most unusual woman.
You can't classify her with that term
I have had the opportunity of observing Madam Curie very closely and I can assure you, gentlemen that she is remarkable scientist as scrupulous as she is brilliant and furthermore...
Of course, gentlemen you understand that I am looking upon
Madame Curie with complete coolness and complete detachment as I would in judging any other colleague.
We understand that you are convinced as to the reliability of Madame curie's investigation.
Entirely, I have even put aside my own research to devote my entire time to collaborating with her in the isolation of this new element.
Dr. Curie much as we would like to help you and Madame Curie our budget does not provide the purposes of this kind.
However, the suggestion was made by Professor Roger in which we have unanimously concurred to offer you the use of the shade across the courtyard from the school of physics.
We are aware that this shade is not the most suitable place for your investigation.
Gentlemen am I to understand that you are offering us the old shade across from the physics building?
The one, that was used as a dissecting room by medical students?
If this abominable shade is available, it's only because no one can be found who is willing to work in it.
The roof leaks.
It has no floor but the wet ground.
It can't be heated.
In summer, it is stifling as a hot house and in winter, it freezes.
And do you imagine that
I would permit my wife to work under these appalling conditions?
If you do gentlemen, believe me...
With my husband's permission we should be very glad to accept the shade.
We shall be very grateful to have the shade.
This was the shade across the courtyard from the school of physics.
This was to be the laboratory of Marie and Pierre Curie
The place was even worse than they had expected.
There was no equipment.
They were at the mercy of the worse extremes of the weather.
How could they do anything worthwhile under such conditions?
If they'd know at the start how long they will have to work here and what difficulties awaited them would they have dare to begin?
Well, yes, they probably would.
They were that kind of people.
At first it was sheer physical labor beyond the strength of either of them.
During those winter days they carried on between them the work of the entire chemical plant.
The raw material was pitch blende from the mines of Bohemia tons of it from which they plan to extract all the known elements until only a few ounces remain.
From this few ounces, radium their precious element was eventually to be isolated.
In the beginning in spite of the bitter cold the work had to be done out of doors because of the fire and fumes.
The first step was to melt the crude ore on a large oblong tank till it was boiling like lava.
Then acid was poured in.
This was to dissolve out the salts.
When this was done the next stage was to melt down the residue in separate cordon another back breaking job for the fire must not go out.
Night or day either Pierre or Marie had to be on hand all the time.
Dogged determination kept them going through month after month of such arduous dangerous work but even so it began at last to tear on both Pierre and Marie.
This was something they had to fight continually the gas fumes.
Eventually, months run into years
The kind of works changed but Pierre had to build or assemble their equipment and with any material that lay at hand.
What was left of the original pitch blende had now to be filtered and re-filtered to remove other elements.
And this work were not quite so physically strenuous was hard enough specially during the hot summer days.
And so the work went on until presently everything had been removed from the tons of ore except two final elements one was barium and the other which they had began to think of it in their heart as their own element
was the precious illusive radium.
Pierre and Marie thought that the end of their task must surely be in sight.
All that was now left was to separate these two survivors barium and radium.
This was the problem to separate barium and radium somehow or other.
No separation.
No separation.
No separation.
September the 12th 1899.
Reduction of pitch blende nearly finish.
Only barium and radium remain.
The next separation will give radium.
November the 8th, 1899.
First experiment.
No separation.
November the 10th, 1899.
Second experiment.
No separation.
July the 16th, 1900.
Four hundred and fifty eight experiments.
Radium still refuses to separated from barium.
Alright, then, radium wouldn't be separated from barium.
We've done all we can and more more than most people would have done thanks to your tenacity but it's useless.
We'll never find a way of separating.
Barium and radium can not be separated.
How much longer do you think we can stand this insufferable heat stifling in summer and freezing in winter.
How much longer do you think you can drive yourself like this?
And how much longer do you think I can stand by and watch you destroy yourself?
The world has done without radium up to now.
What does it matter if it is isolated for another 100 years.
I can't give it up.
If it takes a hundred years it would be a pity but I am going to see how far I could go, even my lifetime
We have never seen burns quite like this before they are very strange.
I can't ever remember seeing anything quite like them they obviously don't come from any normal substance.
Madame Curie how long have been making your experiments with this unknown element?
For the past three three and a half years.
And have these burns given you much pain?
No. They are irritating at times but I never pay attention to them until lately.
I see.
It is obvious that you are dealing with some remarkable powerful force.
As to what these burns are exactly there is no means of telling.
I don't wish to alarm you Madame Curie but it is possible that these burns might become serious might in fact develop malignantly if you continue to expose them excessively to your unknown element.
It is not impossible they may be developed into a cancerous nature.
It is my advice, Madame that you abandon your experiments.
Cancer.
No, Pierre.
He only said the burns might develop malignantly
Like develop into cancer.
No. He said they might possibly develop into a cancerous nature but only if it excessively exposed to our radium.
So if we're careful there is nothing to be frightened about.
But the very word frightens me.
You saw how it took my own mother.
We'll have to give up our experiments
If we are dealing with as powerful a forces there is no telling what...
I wouldn't allow it.
I wouldn't let you take such risk
I won't permit you.
No, Marie.
Pierre, please.
Listen to me, please.
There is something I must tell you and then you should decide as you wish.
Very well, Marie.
As I left the doctor I have been thinking.
This element of ours obviously has a terrific power.
Power enough to affect healthy tissue like mine.
Power enough to destroy tissue.
Pierre, if it has this power why hasn't it also the power to destroy unhealthy tissue?
You realize what that might mean?
It could heal.
By destroying unhealthy tissue it could heal all men of diseases
Like cancer?
You?
Yes, Pierre.
It might even do that.
We don't know what things it might do for people.
But, Marie...
Oh, Pierre.
Can't you see how unimportant little things like these are compared to what it might mean?
It might prevent great sicknesses even deaths.
Pierre.
And so they went on with their work using every possible precaution.
Marie's fingers healed.
And though they did not find a way to separate radium and barium in a single process they did discover a method of removing barium little by little in infinite decimal amounts.
Working on the theory that once the whole of the barium is removed nothing could be left but radium.
Here we see the sort of things they had to do.
This is called crystallization.
When the liquid evaporates crystals are left.
This was the thing they had to do over and over again.
It proved to be the most exacting of all of the stages of their long test.
For it continues for two years and require thousands of separate operations.
By now the residue from all the various processes they had worked at lay in hundreds of this small evaporating bowls.
Small, because larger quantities would not evaporate so quickly.
Crystallizing and re-crystallizing.
Each operation they hope bring them closer and closer to the heart of the great mystery.
At last, they arrive at the final crystallization the one that contains the concentrated results of all the others.
The last survivors out of those hundreds of evaporating bowls.
I think I feel like crying
Professor Poirot.
Professor Poirot.
Madam Curie, but I am afraid I have come at a crucial moment.
No. No. We have finished.
We have nothing to do now but wait.
I am delighted to see you.
There is nobody we'd rather have waited at this moment than you.
Thank you.
And I have brought with me an very illustrious visitor.
No more illustrious than these young folks will be.
The name of Curie will lead all the rest.
Your taller, my boy, considerably than I have imagine.
And you, Madame, so young, so beautiful and so brilliant
I don't know which is the greater miracle you or radium.
Why don't you introduce me Poirot?
I think I know.
Isn't it Lord Kelvin?
I absolutely refuse to return to London without meeting you both.
As long as the greatest living scientist believe in the existence of radium what the other thoughts didn't seem to matter.
Here are the evaporating dishes.
How many crystallization did you make hundreds I suppose?
Tell him, Pierre.
Look here, sir.
Five thousands six hundred and seventy-seven.
And the last crystallization is in there, I supposed.
Five thousands six hundred and seventy-seven.
And thus crystallization.
What a historic moment.
That little bowl represents eight tons of pitch blende and four years of work.
In a few hour the water will be gone and only radium will remain.
Pure radium.
I am sort of tempted to stay and see it but it's New Year's Eve and my family is expected me in London.
Mine is just as well.
This great moment should belong to the two of you alone.
You begin the year, my friends that will mark your fame.
Goodbye.
Goodbye.
Goodbye.
Goodbye, Sir.
C'mon along, Poirot.
My train won't wait.
Goodnight, dear,
Goodbye.
I shall come back to Paris next week and see your radium with my own eye.
You can send me a telegram tonight and describing it to me.
We have a coin over there.
We wrote something out for this occasion
Bring out the old bring in the new bring out the false bring in the true.
Good bye.
God blessed you.
Good bye.
Good bye.
What a wonderful man.
The really great men are always simple and good.
Yes.
We're both very tired.
Yes.
Shall we try to get some rest?
Very well
Sit here a while and I cover you with this robe.
There.
Put that chair over.
I can't reach you
Yeah.
That's better.
Let's try to doze off.
Pierre.
What time is it?
I overslept.
I must be tired.
It is five.
Must be crystallized by now.
Must be there.
Our radium must be there.
C'mon.
Do you mind?
You look first.
There's nothing there not a trace of anything not a grain.
Only a stain.
What had happened Pierre?
Where is our radium?
What have we done?
Where is it?
What's happened?
Where is it, Pierre?
I don't know.
What did we do that was wrong?
What could we have done?
We've done nothing wrong.
I can't stand it, Pierre
Where is our radium?
We worked for years and years and years
It must be there.
It must be there.
Four long years in this shed.
Four long years.
Is that you?
Yes, Father.
Well, something's got to be don about that child of yours.
I think you ought to take it back.
I let her stand on my head to let her eat her supper and now she... now she, now she won't go to bed until her mother tells her story.
I like to know what's the matter with my stories.
They are the same stories.
I'll go up to her.
Then what happened, Mommy.
I am sorry, Irene darling.
Mother just can't tell you anymore tonight.
Oh, Mommy, please.
What is the matter, Mommy?
But, I wanted to know what happen, Mommy
If you close your eyes tight
Daddy will tell you a story.
What's it about?
Well, ah, its about ah, it's about a strange and wonderful treasure that was locked up in an enchanted stone.
Is there a princess in it?
Yes, a princess.
A beautiful princes with golden hair.
Is there a prince too?
No, not a prince but a man who live all alone until the princess found him.
Did they love each other?
Very much.
Alright, Daddy my eyes are closed
Well, now, one day the princes told the man about this wonderful treasure so they decided to go and search of it together.
Now, no one had ever seen this treasure of course, but the princes knew that it was there.
And she knew if they could get it out of the stone, it might let people see wonderful things that they had never been able to see before.
So they worked very hard for a long long time to try and rescue the treasure from the stone.
And they grew very tired
And at last, they knew that... they would never be able to free the treasure from the enchant of the stone but they weren't sad about it because they knew that no matter how many disappointment they had
they would always go on together.
Having the courage to take many disappointments because they were together and they live happily ever after.
She is asleep.
You know, we promised David that...
But I supposed you naturally don't feel like...
Oh, I remember.
The New Year's Party.
But, of course you don't feel like going.
Pierre, we promised.
Let's go.
I'd rather.
Might help.
Good.
Good then.
Happy New Year.
Happy New Year.
Happy New Year.
Happy New Year, Marie.
Happy New Year, Pierre.
Try to put it out of your mind Marie and go to sleep
I can't.
I can't accept it, Pierre.
But, Marie, sometimes there are things you just must accept it
If I only knew why we fail.
I think that the failure itself I wouldn't mind so much about it but the reason for it.
Months and months and months ago you did find the right process to use.
At the very end why should it suddenly fail?
I don't know.
I don't know.
Pierre, that stain on the saucer.
Yes.
We didn't even test it, did we?
No, we didn't.
What we are expecting to find was a definite amount of radium wasn't it?
Something we could see and feel.
Not as much as a pinch of salt you said
Yes.
Pierre, what if it's...
a merely a question of amount?
What does so little radium in proportion to the amount of material that we use that we now we couldn't see it.
What if that stain?
Even with the merest merest breath...
Go on.
Pierre, could it... be that that stain is radium?
Pierre.
It's there.
Our radium.
It's there.
It's there.
Pierre.
Pierre.
It's there.
It's there.
It's there.
Oh, Pierre.
Where are they?
Are they in Paris or go wherever they are.
I am not going to tell you where they are.
But, Dr. Curie I am the representative of the London Times and there are representatives here from the presses of all the great nations in the world.
Don't Dr. and Madame Curie realize they can't hide from the press?
The whole world is on fire from their discovery.
The publics want to know about them.
We have heard that they had refused to take in money for their radium that they are giving it to the world.
The Nobel Prize to a woman.
These are important matters Dr. curie and the world must be told about them.
Yes, the public must know.
Did they give it for free?
Where are they now?
Gentlemen all that I know is Pierre and Marie are very tired.
They have been interviewed so much that
I can't see there is any more to tell that the public would be interested in.
They're sick.
They've gone away on a holiday to rest.
Now, it's utterly impossible for any newspaperman in the world to try to interview
Dr. or Madame Curie at the present time
I'm sorry.
Excuse me.
I am from The Courier the newspaper in Grandovland.
Do you think I could see Madame Curie?
I'm afraid you can't see her.
They've come here to rest.
It's their first holiday in five years.
You wouldn't want to disturb them.
Perhaps you could tell me something about her.
I can't go back without some sort of story.
Would you like to have something for your paper that very people know yet?
Oh, I certainly would.
Well.
Put in your newspaper that the University has granted Dr. and Mme. Curie a splendid new laboratory with many rooms the latest equipment many assistants.
It will be presented to them in a formal ceremony next week.
Next week?
There.
Fair enough.
That's fine, Madame.
That's wonderful.
I don't know how to thank you.
I can tell you I was scared of meeting Mme. Curie but it was rather important to me.
You see this is my first assignment if I could have gotten the interview it would help a lot.
You can tell your newspaper that you got your interview with Mme. Curie.
Madame.
Good bye.
Are you... are you Mme. Curie?
Yes.
And this is my daughter Irene.
It's a new bicycle so she has to show it off.
And now...
Mommy...
Oh, yes.
My baby.
This is E.
She's been a good baby?
Very good, Madame.
Been very good, darling?
Yes.
Wei, Madame.
Did she drink her milk?
Yes.
Alright...
Wei, Madame.
Well, keep her out in the airy deck.
Alright.
Off you go.
Now she made a grand tour of the garden
And now you'll excuse me.
Good bye.
Good bye.
Know what I'm doing?
Pierre.
I thought you were asleep.
No. I'm walking through the new laboratory.
Don't imagine it too grand.
It might not come up to your expectations.
And at the moment, I'm walking down the long white hall.
And I'm with you?
Yes, you are with me.
Now I'm examining your work table.
I don't believe it's large enough.
How's yours?
Oh, yes.
I haven't got there yet.
It will be exciting, won't it?
When we walk in the first time.
Yes.
It will be wonderful to get back to work again.
We lost so much time.
Oh, Pierre.
The time we spent here hasn't been lost
We got our strength back.
Yes, that's true.
We were ill, both of us more than we knew.
You know, when we first came here
I used to have fantastically morbid thoughts sometimes.
What do you mean?
Well, everyday that passed seem so completely lost.
I have a feeling that I didn't have much time to lose, that my days were... well, it... that I mustn't waste them that I have to drive ahead quickly in order to have time
to finish everything I wanted to finish
It's odd how one's mind would...
Why, Marie.
What a horrible thought to have.
It's just because I was so ill.
How could such a thought entered your mind.
Oh, darling.
Don't take it so seriously
It frightens me.
I'm sorry I mentioned it.
It was nothing.
It's because I was so worn out.
You know, Marie, how tired I was.
Pierre.
If one of us should ever go the other couldn't go on alone.
Couldn't be expected of us could it?
Oh, Marie.
I've upset you.
Could it, Pierre?
You were wrong, Marie.
Whatever happens if one should go the other must stay on.
One must work just the same.
But I for one had no intention of going anywhere except to our wonderful new laboratory.
Only one more week.
Just think of it.
After all this waiting only one more week.
Pierre?
Yes, dear.
Come back here.
Ha?
Come back.
What is it?
I want to tell you something.
Sit down.
Well?
What is it?
So hard.
I just can't find the words.
Pierre, are you proud of me?
Marie.
Because I'm so proud of you.
I'm so proud that sometimes I think I'll burst.
You're a very great man, Pierre.
Not the way the world means.
Just you.
Your kindness, your gentleness and your wisdom.
I love you, Pierre, so deeply.
I never dreamed...
I'm so thankful, Pierre.
That's what I wanted to tell you.
That's what I thought you'll always know.
France sees it fit to bestow the famous scientific couple a truly great honor in reward for their services to science and to mankind.
Well, are you truly impressed?
The president and faulty of the University of Paris will present Pierre and
Mme. Curie with a fully equipped laboratory with which to carry on their many experiments they have opened the gateway to.
At 6:30 on 19th, April that's today, you know.
There will be a formal presentation of the laboratory at which the world famous couple will appear.
Not bad, eh?
Not bad.
Good morning.
Good morning.
Good morning, Father.
Good morning Good morning, children.
What's the matter with this place today?
After all it was no different than any other day, isn't it?
Everything is upside down topsy turvy nothing in its place.
Where is your mother?
I haven't seen her for hours.
I don't know how I'm going to remember everything.
And, ah...
Where's my coffee?
I'm late.
Oh.
Thank you, Lucille.
Don't know where your mother has gone.
The house without a woman
I don't understand.
Marie?
Mother's in there.
What's she doing in there?
Mother's in there.
Mother's in there.
Marie.
I wouldn't go in there, Pierre if I were you.
She's having the last fitting on her new dress she's going to wear tonight for the presentation.
It's supposed to be a surprise.
Oh, good.
Good.
That's a very sound idea.
Yeah.
Remember I didn't tell you.
No.
Pardon me, is Dr. Pierre here?
That's him.
Oh.
Mme. Curie would like to see you.
You like it, Pierre?
It's for this evening for the ceremony
You look very beautiful, Marie.
You really like it?
I do.
Very much.
What color is that?
It's, ah, very deep red.
You want to have some kind of a little ornament, haven't you?
Oh, nonsense.
Yes.
Yes, you should.
Something... something bright.
I've seen them on women.
They look nice
Now you're making me self-conscious.
Oh, I was thinking what a pity evening dress becomes you so.
But there you are we just haven't had the time, have we?
Oh, look at that.
Our beautiful day ruined.
Oh, I was going to spend the day in the park with the children.
Well, I must be off.
I have a hundred things to do today.
I promise to go to the institute
I have to look at the proofs of my paper from my publisher and endless thing.
I want to clean everything up and start fresh from the laboratory in the morning.
You mustn't be late.
You must allowed yourself time to dress
Madame.
Madame, the pins.
Oh.
Oh.
Perhaps one day I'll get a new dress suit.
You know I have had mine since I got my Doctors degree.
Looks bad on me, isn't it?
No, Pierre.
You look very handsome in anything
Thank you, Marie.
Good bye.
Good bye, darling.
They're always calling for us at six.
I'll be here.
Don't forget your rubbers.
No.
Or your umbrella.
Good bye.
Good bye, Pierre.
Pierre...
Is there something I can show you Monsieur?
I would like to buy a pair of earrings for a lady.
We're going to a party tonight.
Yes, Monsieur.
Did you have anything special in mind?
Well, I've seen women wearing earrings that I thought were very pretty.
Of course, I would like to get something that would match the lady's gown.
May I ask the color of the gown monsieur?
It's dark red.
It's rather a special gown.
Not blow, of course, but...
What do you think of these Monsieur.
They're amethysts They're very lovely.
Oh, yes, aren't they.
And what are these?
Those are garnets.
Really?
They're both lovely.
I hardly know...
It would depend on the shape of the lady's face.
Is it oval or round?
I would say that her face was oval.
Yes, oval.
And is she blond or...
Blond, definitely.
But not too blond.
I mean, she can't... well just blond.
And her hair is sort of gold you know
Gold?
Yes.
And her eyes are gray.
Very calm gray.
The coloring is very lovely.
Sort of smooth skin and nice delicate, coloring and well I...
I don't know if it will be of any help to you but the lady is quite beautiful.
Lovely.
You look very beautiful my dear.
Thank you.
It's rather unusual to be praised for the way I look.
I'm sure you could have had that praise from men if you'd had wished it.
Thank you, Father.
I don't understand Pierre being late today of all days.
Well, you know, Pierre.
I brought in some wine.
I thought we might all drink to that new laboratory before you go.
Oh, that was thoughtful of you Father.
That must be Professor Poirot and Pierre's not here.
Let me.
Pierre?
Mme. Curie, it is my painful due to inform you that... your husband has been the victim of a street accident.
He was instantly killed.
It came at such no pain.
Has she any better?
Just the same.
I can't get her to speak to me.
I'm frightened.
Is she in there?
Yes.
Forgive me, if I intrude.
I do so as Pierre's old friend as your old friend and teacher.
Please try to attend to what I say.
Try to hear my words.
Think what Pierre what he should do.
How he would want you to live now.
It is my believed that he would wish you to continue his and yours.
My friend...
I know how much the laboratory meant to Pierre.
I know how much hurt if it wasn't to be yours.
It was his dream that someday you and he would stand there together.
I know it is very hard for you to think of going on by yourself when you have done everything together so many years.
One must go on working just the same.
You must find somewhere within yourself the strength to carry on Pierre's work and you own.
Ha?
Ten years ago you told me so often that you were impressed by something I said when you were a student in my class.
I spoke of Newton and Galileo and I said that probably none of you would ever reach so high to get the star in your fingertips.
I was wrong.
I have, too, seen you reaching to the high place of knowledge and get your star under your fingertips.
Marie, there are more stars.
The Faculty of Science of University of Paris invites you to attend the ceremony honored by the presence of Mme. Curie to commemorate the twenty-fifth anniversary of the discovery of radium.
Yes, she was famous now.
This frail, stubborn, eager woman had carried on her great work for a quarter of a century.
Mme. Curie.
Even now, after twenty-five years of intensive research, we feel there is a great deal still to be done.
We have made discoveries.
Pierre Curie, in the suggestions we found in his notes and in thoughts he expressed to me has helped to guide us to him.
But no one of us can do much if each of us perhaps can catch some glimpse knowledge which modestly insufficient itself may add to man's dream of truth.
It is by these small candles in our darkness that we see before us little by little the dim outlines of that great plan that shapes the universe.
And I am among those who think that for this reason, science has great beauty and with its great spiritual strength will in time cleanse this world of its evils it's ignorance, poverty, diseases wars and heartaches
Look for the clear light of truth
Look for unknown new roads even when men's sight is keener far from now.
Divine wonder will never fail us.
Every age has its own dream.
Leave then the dreams of yesterday
You take the torch of knowledge and build the palace of the future.
Looks deader than a Paiute's grave.
Well?
That guy's awful slow gettin' there.
I feel sorry for him.
Always in reach and never able to do anything about it.
I got a feeling she could do better.
You're boasting. - What'll you have?
Whisky?
- What've you got?
- Whisky.
- You ever see such a guy?
All winter I've been thinking... And all he's got is whisky.
- That's rotten, ain't it?
- Rotten.
Two glasses and a bottle.
Well, what's on you boys' mind?
Does something' have to be on my mind?
Well, there's mud in your eye.
Friendly cuss, ain't he?
He's just getting around to asking if his girl is still in town.
His girl?
If you mean Rose Mapen, no.
She went to Frisco the first stage out this spring.
That's a lie.
She said she'd wait.
It's a fact.
What a town.
It's my guess the married women run her out.
Oh, no tar and feathers. No rails.
They just righteously made her feel uncomfortable.
Not that she ever did anything, but...
They just couldn't get over being afraid she might.
Say, what is there to do in this town anyway?
Unless you wanna get in line and woo Drew's daughter.
We don't.
The only other unmarried woman I know is 82, blind and a Paiute.
That leaves you five choices.
Eat, sleep, drink, play poker or fight.
Or you can shoot some pool.
I got a new table in the back room.
That's just great.
- I see Risley's still around.
- The sheriff?
I thought he never got closer than Reno except on special calls.
Hey, it wouldn't be that rustling folks we're talking about last fall?
Could be.
Gettin' to be a kind of touchy subject, huh?
They don't like to talk about it except with fellows they sleep with.
Afraid they'll find out it's somebody they know?
- Maybe.
- They lose some more this spring? - Some.
- How many?
- About 600 head.
- They got any leads?
They picked up a small-herd trail and signs of shod horses down the south draw.
Wouldn't everybody know if there were strangers around?
Sure.
And there hasn't been any.
Except you two.
- That ain't funny.
- Now who's touchy?
You're talking about my business.
Stick to my pleasures.
No offense, Carter. I just wanted to let you know where you two stand.
- Listen...
- Take it easy, Gil.
He's had five whiskies, and he's sore about Rose Mapen.
- Keep your mouth shut about Rose, see.
- OK, Gil.
I was just jokin'.
You can take a joke, can't you?
Sure I can take a joke.
Some jokes.
Lost any over your way?
No more than the winter and the coyotes are to account for.
You haven't got any ideas, have you, Farnley?
Except not to have ideas.
Make that clear.
There are a lot of things around here ain't clear.
You still talkin' about rustling?
And strangers.
Looks happy, don't he?
He just needed exercise.
Whenever he gets low in spirits or confused in his mind, he doesn't feel right until he's had a fight.
It doesn't matter whether he wins or not.
He feels fine again afterwards.
Ain't that guy got there yet?
Holy cow!
Now I'm gonna have to start all over again.
Somebody's sure in a hurry.
- Did Darby use his fist?
- No, a bottle.
That's all right then.
- Hey, lay off Farnley, will ya?
- Why should I?
Because you hit him pretty hard.
You made him look foolish.
- Did I really get him?
- I thought you busted his neck.
No foolin'.
- Why, that no good...
- Shot right through the head, I tell ya.
Where'd it happen?
Down in the southeast corner of the valley, about eight miles from his ranch.
- You see him?
- No, sir, but Olsen did.
He found him laying in a dry wash in the sun, shot right through the head.
When?
About two o'clock, but he must've been shot earlier, 'cause they picked his horse up clear over near the ranch road.
- Any cattle missing?
- They couldn't tell. There been so many working that range down there.
- Olsen send you for us?
- No, he's in such a hurry, he just yelled at me to go get the sheriff.
Hey, Jeff.
- Rustlers?
- Looks that way.
- Who was it they got?
- Kinkaid.
Kinkaid?
Farnley's buddy?
Yeah.
They've been working together ever since they were kids.
All the way from the Panhandle to Jackson's Hole.
Sure, I knew him.
Short, dark Irishman. Didn't say very much. Liked to sing a lot.
These fellows will go a long way to get the guy that killed Larry Kinkaid.
Lynchin'?
I judge.
Got plenty of sand, but when he's mad, he's crazy!
Wait, Jeff!
There's no rush.
Even if they have got a five-hour start.
It's a good 500 miles to the first border.
Besides, there may be a bunch of 'em.
It won't help Kinkaid now to get yourself killed.
That kid, Greene, got no idea which way they went.
- Better wait till we know what we're doing.
- We're all with you about Kinkaid.
Only, we ought to take our time and form this posse right.
So if we go, we're sure to get what we go after.
OK.
Make your posse.
Somebody better get the sheriff first thing. And Judge Tyler.
Oh, what do we want with old Tyler and his trials.
Yeah, one good fast job without no legal papers and that's all there is.
Remember, this ain't just rustling. It's murder.
Wait a minute, men.
Don't let's go off half-cocked and do something we'll be sorry for.
We want to act in a reasoned and legitimate manner, not like a lawless mob.
Trouble with you, Davies, you've been storekeepin' too long.
You don't see no profit in this.
If any of you fellas had offered to buy the rope from him...
If we go, you're going with us, fat gut.
Brother, I wouldn't miss it.
Only thing that'd bring me out any faster would be your necktie party.
Who knows, maybe this is yours.
I'll remember that and see you handle the rope.
In Texas where I come from, we go and get a man and string him up.
That's right.
I say stretch 'em.
It ain't just a rustler we're after.
It's a murderer.
Larry Kinkaid, one of the finest, most God-fearing men that ever lived is lying out there right now with a bullet hole in his head.
If you let this go by, there won't be nothing safe around here.
Our cattle, our homes. Not even our womenfolks.
I'm with ya, Farnley. I'm going to get me a gun and some rope, and I'll be right back.
And if nobody else will do it, me and you will do it ourselves.
Count me in too!
Come on, boys. Get your guns!
Listen to me, men! Don't lose your heads like this.
You mustn't do this thing.
You must not!
Shut up, Grandma.
Don't take it so hard, Mr Davies. You did all you could.
- Will you do me a favour, Carter?
- That depends.
I'm sending Joyce here for the sheriff and Judge Tyler.
I want you to go along and help explain.
You know how Art and I stand here. We came in at a bad time.
I've got to stay here and see if I can't stop 'em till they realise what they're doing.
If I can make this thing regular, that's all I ask.
- Come on.
Let's go.
- Oh, wait a minute.
Do you know Mapes?
- The one they call Butch?
- Yes. The sheriff's made him deputy for times he's out of town.
And we don't want Mapes.
Well, they said I was to be the executioner, so I come all fixed.
Think I don't know my business, huh?
You don't look very well, Mr Davies.
Maybe you'd better stay home and rest up for the funeral.
Maybe you could get the flowers.
Boys wouldn't begrudge a few flowers, even for a rustler.
So long as he's a good dead one.
Get your hat and gun.
I'm not going, Father.
I don't wish any argument.
Do as I say. Perhaps this will do what I've obviously failed to do... make a man of you.
Scrape your boots, put your hat on your hand and straighten your wig.
Well?
- Why, is the judge at home, ma'am?
- Yes. - Can we see him?
- You got business?
No, we just dropped in for tea.
Very funny.
Mr Davies sent us, ma'am. It's awfully important.
It's not regular office hours.
That the judge's better half?
His housekeeper.
His wife's dead.
Well, you can see why there's times when the judge don't seem to be able to make up his own mind.
Come in!
Come in!
He says come in!
Well, well, Carter, how are things out in your neck of the woods?
All right, I guess, Judge.
You don't appear to have been pining away, exactly, since last I saw you.
And what can I do for you gentlemen?
We're here for Mr Davies.
Oh. How is my friend Davies?
Well, I trust.
Yes, but could we see you alone for a minute, Judge?
- Oh, a matter of a private nature, eh?
- Yes, sir.
Mr Davies said particularly just you and Sheriff Risley.
Risley ain't here. He deputised me.
Where'd the sheriff go?
Down to Kinkaid's ranch early this morning.
- When will he be back?
- He didn't say.
Couple of days maybe.
But anything you can tell him you can tell me.
Sure, we know that, Butch, but we're here for Mr Davies.
If the judge thinks it's your job, he'll tell you.
Certainly, Mapes, certainly.
All right.
But if it's a sheriff's job, call me, see.
Naturally.
Well, what can I do for you gentlemen?
Ain't so much that Mr Davies don't want 'em to go.
It's just he wants to make sure a posse's sworn in to bring him in for a fair trial.
That's why we wanted you and the sheriff to hurry.
Confound it, men. The sheriff's not here. - Today of all days.
- You can talk to them. They'll listen to you.
No. No, no, that's not my job.
I haven't any police authority.
Where are you going, Mapes?
There's a posse forming, Judge, in case you hadn't heard.
That's sheriff's work, ain't it?
That's no posse. That's a lawless, lynching mob.
It'll be a posse when I get there.
I'm gonna deputise them all proper.
But you can't do that. Risley's the only one empowered to deputise.
Should we tell Davies you're coming, Judge?
Yes. Yes, of course.
I suppose I'll have to.
But doggone it, this is the sheriff's job, not mine.
Coming along, Sparks?
No, sir, Mr Smith. I don't guess so.
Oh, you better come along, Sparks.
Ain't every day we have a hanging in a town as dead as this one.
You won't have to do nothin'.
All the real work's signed up.
I just thought we ought to have a reverend along 'cause there's gonna be some praying' done.
Maybe you're right, Mr Smith.
Maybe somebody ought to go along that feels the way I do.
Davies'll loan you his Bible, so all the reading will be done right at the burial.
Thank you, sir, but I knows my text without the book.
- They're kidding you, Sparks.
- I know, sir. But maybe Mr Smith's accidentally right.
Maybe I ought to go along.
There's an old horse in my shed you can use.
Thank you, sir. I'll go and fetch it.
Ya-haw! Here comes Ma!
- Come on!
We're ready to go. - Hiya, boys! Come on, Jenny!
These boys are getting tired of waiting! Well, boys, what are we waitin' for now?
Judge Tyler.
Davies asked him to come over.
I understand how it is, men.
My old friend Larry Kinkaid, one of the finest and noblest...
Cut the stumping', Tyler.
All we want is your blessing.
Of course you can't flinch from what you believe to be your duty.
But certainly, you don't want to act hastily in the same spirit of lawlessness that begot this foul crime.
Ah, Judge, before you get ready to act, them rustlers will be clear down over the Rio.
One more word, Smith, and I'll have you up for impeding the course of justice.
Judge, you can't impede what don't move anyway.
And you, Jenny Grier, a woman to lend yourself to this.
Now, listen.
Listen, men.
I've just found out that Sheriff Risley's already down at Kinkaid's.
- That right, Judge?
- Yes.
He's been there all morning.
Yes.
So you see, probably everything's being attended to right now, legally.
All you'll get out of it is a long, hard ride.
It'll be dark before long and mighty cold.
My advice is to come inside, have a drink and let's wait till we hear from the sheriff.
Drinks on the house. But only one round. I'm not filling any bucket bellies.
I'll make it two.
Any of you fellas wanna stay in town, I can take six if you don't mind sleeping doubles.
It's not like you were giving up, boys.
It's just good sense.
Farnley, come back!
I'm not asking you!
I'm telling you!
You don't have to worry, Jeff. This business is going to be taken care of.
Yeah, and I know who's gonna take care of it.
Me.
I tell you now, whoever shot Larry Kinkaid ain't coming back here for you to... fuddle with your lawyers' tricks for six months and then be let off because Davies or some other whining old woman claim he ain't bad at heart.
Kinkaid didn't have six months to decide if he wanted to die.
Disbanding, men?
Davies has just about convinced us, Major Tetley.
- Of what, Mr Davies?
- Why, of... of...
I take it you were acting on the assumption the raiders left for the south draw.
Yes, of course.
They didn't.
They went east by Bridger's Pass.
That's through the mountains?
Over the old stage road to Pike's Hole.
- But that's 8,000 feet up.
- Approximately.
They'd be crazy to go that way.
Not so crazy perhaps, Mr Davies, knowing how crazy it would look to us.
How come you're so sure, Tetley?
Pancho saw them. He was coming back from Pike's.
- Had trouble getting by them in the pass.
- Sí. He not see me, I think.
So, he was headed down the hollow and I drive my horse out of the way.
At first I think I say hello. And then I think it's funny how to drive the cattle then.
Cattle?
Sure.
Why do you think I had to get out of his road?
Go on.
When I see what mark those cattle had, I be very, very quiet.
- What kind of marks?
- Oh, in the throat. Three little whatchamacallem.
That's Kinkaid's mark.
The dirty rats!
- How many were there?
- Forty head.
- I mean rustlers.
- Three.
Why were you so long in bringing us this word, Major?
I knew my son would want to go along.
Major Tetley, you mustn't let this be a lynching.
It's scarcely what I choose, Davies.
Promise me you'll bring them in for a fair trial.
I promise that I'll abide by the majority will.
Tetley, you know what's legal in this case as well as I do.
All we ask is a posse to act under a properly constituted officer of the law.
That's where I come in.
Risley made me a deputy.
In that case, Mr Mapes, suppose you deputise the rest of us?
That's not legal. No deputy has the right to deputise.
- How 'bout it, boys?
- Suits me, Butch. Go ahead and pray.
Mapes, you're violating the law.
Raise your right hands.
I hereby solemnly swear that I am duly sworn in as a deputy in the case of the murder of Larry Kinkaid and am willing to abide by the decisions of the majority, so help me God.
- Say "I do."
- I do.
Tetley, you bring those men in alive, or as I'm justice of this county, you'll pay for it and every jack man in your gang!
- Tetley!
- You coming?
Get my horse.
I'm going with them.
Then get down to Kinkaid's. Get the sheriff.
We'll stop here for a minute, gentlemen, and breathe our horses.
Winder, take one man with you, go up to the top of that ridge and see what you can see.
Doin' this in the middle of the night's crazy.
I thought you liked excitement.
I got nothin' particular against hanging' a murdering rustler.
It's just, I don't like doing it in the dark.
There's always some crazy fool to lose his head and start hangin' everybody in sight.
- Funnier things have happened.
Well, we didn't have to come.
Look kind of funny if we hadn't, wouldn't it?
Besides, I like to pick my own bosses.
Whether we picked them or not, we sure got 'em.
That's what I don't like. That Smith and Bartlett shooting' off their mouths.
Farnley... and that renegade Tetley.
Struttin' around his uniform pretending he's so much.
He never even saw the South till after the war.
Then only long enough to marry that kid's mother and get run out by her folks.
Figured there was something fishy about him dressing up like that.
Why do you suppose he'd be living in this neck of the woods if he didn't have something to hide.
Come on, let's get out of here before we all freeze to death. Or else give it up.
We'd be the laughing stock of the country if we went home now - just on account of a little cold.
- That's right.
But I'm telling you, this rope's gonna have to be thawed out before it's fit to use.
Mind if I come in a little closer, Mr Carter?
No, come on.
I'm finding it kind of lonesome myself.
- Powerful cold tonight, ain't it?
- I got a blanket if you want it.
No.
Thank you just the same, Mr Carter.
But it takes all my hands to stay on this old horse.
- Better have a couple of shots.
- I never use it.
I sure wish we was well out of this here business.
Ah, it's a way of spending time.
It's man taking on himself the vengeance of the Lord.
You think the Lord cares much about what's happening up here tonight?
He marks the sparrow's fall.
I seen my own brother lynched, Mr Carter.
I was nothin' but a little fella.
But sometimes now, I wakes up dreaming' about it.
Had he done what they... picked him up for?
I don't know.
Nobody never did know for sure.
Well, a couple of shots more whisky can't do my soul any harm.
Darby sure sells rotten liquor.
Warms you up though.
Feels like fire creepin' in the short grass.
I guess I'll just let her spread a little while.
Put out that light, you fool. You wanna give us away?
Who to?
Chuck that butt or I'll plug you.
Start something.
For every hole you make, I'll make two.
Looks like you're gonna have a lot of shooting' to do, Mr Farnley.
Listen, something's coming!
Fools! Stop! Stop it!
- What's the matter, Art?
- Shot. - Where?
- Left shoulder.
You fool, you must be drunk.
Nobody but a drunken idiot would drive down a grade in the dark like that.
I thought it was a stickup.
If those horses weren't a sight smarter than you, that coach would be at the bottom of the canyon right now.
Rose Mapen!
Hello, everybody.
This is my husband, Mr Swanson of San Francisco.
And, uh, my sister-in-law, Miss Swanson.
- Did you just get married, Rose?
- Just today.
No wonder you were in such a hurry.
My name is Tetley, sir.
I can understand why Miss Rose is in such a hurry to show the other ladies what can be done in the way of matrimony.
Thank you, sir.
Say, what's everybody doing up here this time of night?
Art's shot.
- Gee, I'm sorry.
- You couldn't tell.
You hadn't ought to come barging out like that.
In the dark especially. I couldn't tell who it was. Everybody yelling like that.
Aw, shut up!
I'm good at this sort of thing.
Look, do women have to watch this?
There's room in the stagecoach for you, Art.
Yeah, I better get you on back to Darby's and get some hot food into you.
I'm all right.
Come on. Be a good boy.
Don't be stubborn.
- Yeah, don't be a fool.
- Mind your own business!
Bring his horse over, will ya?
- She's his wife now and kind of new.
- Yeah, looks that way, don't it?
I take it you've had the privilege of knowing Miss Mapen before she became my wife.
That's right.
And possibly you imagined at the time there was some understanding between you?
Yeah, sure.
- My wife is a very impulsive woman.
- That's what I'm saying.
Needless to say, I'm pleased to regard any friend of my wife's a friend of my own.
However, I don't need to remind you that the pleasure of such an acquaintance depends upon the recognition by all parties of the fact that Miss Mapen is now my wife.
She must be given a little time to become accustomed to her new responsibilities.
As yet, I must confess that I'm jealous of her least attention.
You'll forgive me, I know.
A bridegroom is prone to be overly susceptible for a time.
Later, when we've had time to get accustomed to our new relations,
I shall be delighted to welcome you and others of my wife's friends to our home in San Francisco.
If it is still her desire.
Until then...
Why, that superior little...
Looks like Rose's took onto herself a lot of trouble.
- Where are we?
- The Ox-Bow.
There they are, gentlemen.
I suggest we avoid any shooting or rough work until they've had a chance to tell it their way.
Mr Mapes and I will do the talking.
The one that got Kinkaid is mine. Don't forget that.
He's yours when we're sure.
Ten men will go with Mrs Grier and come up from behind.
Bartlett, take six men and work through those woods in back of the cabin.
Gerald, you and Farnley and the rest will go with me.
- Would you like a gun, Mr Davies?
- No, thank you.
Sparks?
Thank you.
No, sir, Major Tetley.
As you choose.
Get up!
Drop it!
Now put up your hands.
No sabe.
It's all right, brother.
Take it easy, mister. Stay where you are and put your hands up.
Gerald, collect their guns.
- What do you want?
- We'll tell you when we want you to talk.
This ain't no stickup, brother. This is a posse if that means anything to you.
But we haven't done anything.
Gerald!
Get 'em up!
Tie them up!
- Get in...
- All right, get in there.
Well, at least you might tell us what we're being held for.
I'd rather you told us.
Well, we must be pretty important.
Or else awfully dangerous.
It ain't that you're so dangerous.
It's just that most of the men ain't never seen a real triple hangin'.
A hangin'?
What have we done?
Aren't you even gonna tell us what we're accused of?
- Rustlin'.
Ever hear of it?
- Rustlin'?
And murder.
Murder?
Oh, Mr Martin, what did we do?
It's all right, Dad.
There's some mistake.
Remember me?
He's talkin' to ya, mister.
- No sabe. - He don't speak English.
- I got a different notion.
- I'll make him talk.
That'll do, Farnley!
Listen, your wife had enough of you playin' God Almighty.
Who picked you for this job anyhow?
We got him.
I say let's swing him before we all freeze to death!
You cold?
Here's a fire.
Warm yourself.
And I'll advise you to control your tongue too.
We'll get along better.
- Who's boss of this outfit?
- I am.
- And your name?
- Donald Martin. - Where you from?
- Pike's Hole.
- That's a lie!
- This gentleman's from Pike's Hole.
- Would you like to change your story? - I just moved in three days ago. I'm on Dave Baker's place up on the north end.
Dave Baker moved out four years ago, and the place is a wreck.
The barns are all falling' down and the sagebrush is stickin' up through the porch.
Well, I bought the place from him for $4,000 in Los Angeles last month.
- Then, mister, you was robbed.
- That may be.
But surely it's not so far to Pike's Hole that you can't go over there and find out.
My wife's there right now...
and my two kids.
That's really too bad, just too bad.
Even in this godforsaken country, I've got a right to a trial!
You're getting a trial with 28 of the only kind of judges murderers and rustlers get in what you call "this godforsaken country".
So far, the jury don't like your story.
Well, I'm not gonna say another word without a proper hearing.
Suit yourself, son.
But this is all the hearing you're likely to get short of the Last Judgement.
Have you any cattle up here with you?
Hey, Mr Martin?
I'm not gonna ask you again.
- Yes, I have.
- How many? - Fifty head.
- Where did you get 'em?
From Mr Kinkaid.
That's just what we figured, son.
I'm no rustler though.
I didn't steal 'em!
I bought 'em and paid hard cash for them.
My own cattle were so bad, I didn't want to risk bringing' 'em up.
So I sold them out at Salinas, and I had to stock up again.
Well, you can wait can't ya, till you can see Kinkaid?
- Or ask about me over at Pike's Hole.
- That's a good one.
He's wants us to wait and ask Larry Kinkaid.
Gotta hand it to ya, Martin. You're a cool one all right.
You know as well as we do, Kinkaid can't tell us anything.
- He's dead.
- Dead?
What do you think we're up here for?
Well, how should I know?
He was all right yesterday afternoon.
Listen. Why don't you stop this farce and take us in!
'Cause the law's slow and careless around here sometimes.
We're here to see it's speeded up.
Who sent you up here?
- The sheriff.
- That ain't true!
Let's don't get started again. It's gettin' late.
The sheriff didn't even know we were comin'.
I beg your pardon. I should have said the deputy sheriff.
Listen, men.
I'm not trying to obstruct justice, but just as this young man says, this is a farce.
And it'll be murder if you carry it through.
All he's asking is what every man's entitled to... a fair trial.
You say you're innocent, Martin, and I, for one, believe you.
Then I guess you're the only one, Arthur.
If there's any justice in your proceedings, Tetley, it will only be after a confession.
And they haven't confessed.
They say they're innocent, and you haven't proved they're not!
Shut up!
Have you a bill of sale for those cattle?
Well, no, I haven't. But Mr Kinkaid said it would be all right.
I couldn't find him at the house. He was out on the range!
He didn't have a bill of sale with him. He said he'd mail it to me.
Moore.
How long you been ridin' with Kinkaid?
Six years.
Ever know him sell cattle without a bill of sale?
No...
Can't say that I ever did.
Course, I can't remember every head he sold in six years.
But it's customary for him to give a bill of sale?
Yep.
Ever know him to sell cattle after spring roundup, this or any other year?
I can answer that.
I heard him say myself just a couple of days ago he wouldn't sell a head to nobody this spring.
Well?
I know it looks bad giving a dead man for a witness, but it's the truth.
- You don't believe me.
- Would you in my place?
I'd do a lot of finding out, before hanging men who might be innocent.
If it were only rustling', maybe, but... but murder?
No.
What are you tryin' to do, play cat and mouse with 'em?
I would prefer a confession, Martin.
If you've got any doubts, Tetley, I say call off this party.
Take 'em back to Judge like Davies wants.
This is only slightly any of your business, my friend.
Remember that.
Hangin's any man's business that's around!
If your stomach for justice is cooling', Carter,
I'd advise you to leave now before we proceed any further.
Otherwise, your interruptions are gonna become very tiresome.
I still don't like it!
Hangin' murderers is one thing, but to keep guys you don't know for sure did it standin' around sweatin' while you shoot your mouth off, that's another.
Take it easy.
This ain't our picnic.
If you keep on butting' in, I got a hunch it might be.
You called this old man "Dad". Is he your father?
No.
Speak up, man.
You're taking it like a woman.
Keep your chin up.
You can only die once, son.
- No.
He works for me.
I didn't do it.
I ain't even got a gun.
- Then who did?
The Mexican did it.
He told me so.
Eh, no...
I saw him do it.
Juan couldn't have done anything. I was with him all the time.
Uh, yes, he did, Mr Martin.
He was asleep, and he didn't mean to tell me.
But I was awake, and...
I heard him talkin' about it.
The old man's feeble-minded. He doesn't know what he's talking about.
He invents things.
If you've got to go through with this, you can at least let him alone, can't ya?
Shut up!
Lay off, Mapes!
First, he won't talk. Now he talks too much.
What's his name?
Alva Hardwick.
And the other?
- Juan Martinez. - No, it ain't.
Still don't remember me, eh?
I'm talkin' to you, mister.
- No sabe.
- The devil you don't.
Your name's Francisco Morez, and the vigilantes would like to get a hold of you.
He was a gambler. They want him for murder.
- How about that?
- I don't know.
Stick together nice, don't they?
Why do you keep asking me questions? You don't believe anything I tell you.
There's truth in lies too, if you can get enough of them.
What do you know about the old man?
I don't know, he... he was in the army.
Confederate or Union?
I don't know.
He's not clear about it himself.
Maybe both... at different times.
A half-wit in the army?
Attention!
- Oh, he's forgotten.
- Not that.
I'll make a deal with you, Martin.
Tell us which of you shot Kinkaid, and the other two can wait.
None of us killed anybody.
Then that's all, I guess.
- Bring 'em along.
- You don't mean you're gonna do it?
- Pull! - You got to wait, I tell you!
You got to wait. You got to give us some time!
You've got to give us some time! You got to listen to us!
We haven't done anything.
Throw the other rope up.
Remember, the Mexican's mine.
My kids...
One of 'em is just a baby.
Just a little baby, and they haven't got a thing to go on!
Nothing!
I've got to write a letter!
If you're human, you'll give me time to write a letter!
That ain't asking' much.
They're scared and trying to put it off.
Yeah. You want Tyler and the sheriff to get here and the job not done?
They won't come in time.
I believe you're right, Mr Davies.
Though I doubt if you want to be.
What time is it?
Five minutes after three.
All right.
We don't want to give anyone cause for complaint.
With your permission, gentlemen, we'll wait... till daylight.
Bring 'em back.
That'll give you time, Reverend, to finish your business at leisure.
Sure. And them time to think it over.
- I can't write like this.
- Very well, untie them.
He's says he wants to eat. He's much hungry from so much of the talk.
Thank you.
Why, look!
Fresh beef!
Oh, Ma. Fix up a spread for everybody.
Can't call it stealing' because at the time of death there won't be any owners.
What are you thinkin' about?
The sheriff... he's an awful long time gettin' anywhere.
Suppose he don't get here at all?
That's what I'm thinking.
I'm not disputing that fact, Mr Davies. It may be a fine letter.
But if it's an honest letter, it's none of my business to read it.
And if it isn't, I don't want to.
- Is that my letter you're showin'?
- Yes.
What right have you got to show my letter?
Don't raise your voice, rustler!
He's right, Smith.
I told him I'd keep it for him.
I asked you to make sure that it was delivered.
I was just trying to prove that you were...
It's enough to be hanged by bullying outlaws without having your private thoughts handed round to them for a joke.
I said I'm sorry.
I was merely trying...
I don't care what you were doing!
I didn't write that letter to be passed around!
- It's none of these murderers' business!
- I made no promise, son.
I thought there was one white man among you. But I was wrong.
- Give me my letter.
- I'll see that she gets it.
Oh, I wouldn't have her touch it now.
In that case, give him back the letter.
Your wife ought to hear from you, son.
None of us could be as kind and understanding as this letter.
She'll want to keep it...
for your children.
- I'm sorry.
- Hey, the Mex!
Spread out!
He might have a gun!
Mapes.
Winder.
- Where's he hit?
- In the leg.
Here's his gun.
Well, I guess we know now, don't we?
Look.
- Say, that's Larry Kinkaid's gun.
- Where did you get this?
Somebody will take this bullet out of my leg, I'll tell you.
Ha!
So he speaks American!
And ten other languages, my dear.
But I don't tell anything I don't want to in any of them.
My leg, please.
I wish to stand upright when you come to your pleasure.
Somebody lend me a knife. I'll take it out myself.
Don't give him no knife.
He can throw a knife better than most men can shoot.
Better than any of you, no doubt.
But if you're afraid, I promise to give the knife back... handle first.
I'll do it.
He's very polite, but has no stomach for blood, eh?
That was very fine shooting, my friend.
You should try again with that one.
Now, where'd you get that gun?
- Found it.
- Where? - Lying in the road.
- You're a liar.
I thought we might find somebody to send it back by.
You're a liar!
And you're a blind fool.
I asked you where you got it.
No sabe. Well, that's the truth. He did find it.
Undoubtedly.
Won't you even read it?
Is it because you've made up your minds?
Or you believe everybody else has and you're afraid to stand up for what you feel is right?
You heard what Martin said about showing his letter.
What does it matter to the man or his wife who sees this letter if it saves him from hanging?
It's a beautiful letter.
Read it, and you'll know he's not the kind of man that could steal or kill.
Maybe.
But all that kind of argument in the world can't stand up against branded cattle, no bill of sale and a dead man's gun.
Gentlemen, I suggest we act as a unit, so there will be no question of mistaken reprisals.
Mr Davies...
Are you willing to abide by majority decision?
- How about the rest of you?
- Sure.
Majority rules with me.
Everybody with Mr Davies in putting this off and turning it over to the courts, step over there.
Excuse me.
Seven.
Not a majority, I believe, Mr Davies.
Any other message you'd like to leave, Martin?
I don't wanna die.
- I'd like to make a confession.
- I didn't do it. - And about time.
- To a priest.
- There's no priest here.
This man can hear me and take it to a priest.
All right.
Get along with it.
I don't want to die.
I don't want to die.
Bring him along.
I didn't do anything. I didn't...
That must have been an awfully busy life.
Farnley, you, Gabe Hart and Gerald will whip the horses out.
No, not me.
Any volunteers?
I'll do it if no one else will.
- I won't do it. - You'll do it.
- I...
I can't.
- We'll see to it that you can.
The kid's seen enough already. Why don't you let him alone?
This is not your affair, Carter.
I'll have no female boys bearing' my name.
You'll do your part...
and say nothing more.
- What did he say?
- I ain't no priest.
For God's sake, man. At least say whether we'd better wait.
Well, I ain't no priest. I don't know.
I'll give you two minutes to pray.
Time's up.
Will you find someone to look out for my wife and children?
Take some older woman along.
It's not going to be easy.
Your family will be all right.
My parents are dead, but Miriam's live in Ohio.
Kinkaid's wife may buy those cattle back for enough to cover their travel.
Tie 'em up!
I suppose it's no good telling you again we're innocent.
- No good.
- It's not for myself I'm asking.
Other men with families have had to die for this sort of thing.
- It's too bad, but it's justice.
- What do you care about justice?
You don't care if you've got the right men!
All you know is somebody's got to be punished!
There's nobody to look out for them in a strange place. Can't you understand that?
This is a fine company for a man to die with.
- Shut up! You shut up!
- You shut up!
Get 'em off me!
Pull that guy off!
Tear 'em loose.
Don't let 'em do that.
- Stop it!
Stop it, you fools!
- Aw, you stop it! Keep him there!
All right. Put them up.
Miriam.
I don't want to die. I don't want to die.
Anytime you're ready, Mr Mapes.
Finish him.
# You got to go through the lonesome valley
# You got to go there by yourself
# Nobody here can go for you
# You got to go there by yourself
# Oh, you got to stand before your maker
# You got to stand there by yourself
# Nobody here can stand for you
# You got to stand there by yourself
# Oh, you got to ask the Lord forgiveness
# You got to ask him for yourself
# Nobody here can ask him for you
# You got to ask him for yourself
# Oh, you got to go to the lonesome valley
# You got to go there by yourself
# Nobody here can go for you
# You got to go there by yourself #
Hey, there!
What's all that shooting' about?
We got 'em, Sheriff!
- Everything's been attended to.
- What are you talking about?
Kinkaid's murderers we got all three of 'em.
Yeah, and we hung 'em too, Sheriff.
Larry Kinkaid's not dead!
- Not dead?
- But we just...
I just left Larry Kinkaid with the doctor at Pike's Hole.
Caught the fellas who shot him too.
But, Sheriff!
They had Larry's cattle down there. - They even had his gun.
- Give me that badge!
Mr Davies, I know you well enough to know that you didn't have anything to do with this.
I'm depending on you to tell me who did.
All but seven.
God better have mercy on ya.
You won't get any from me.
All right.
Let's go.
If you've got no objections, Mr Davies, I'd like to read Martin's letter now.
It would be a good idea if a lot of people read it.
If you ask me, that Tetley's the one we ought to lynch.
You're a great one for hangin', ain't ya, Smith?
You loved it. That's why you kept them waiting so long.
I saw your face. It was the face of a depraved, murderous beast.
There are only two things that have ever meant anything to you... power and cruelty.
You can't feel pity. You can't even feel guilt.
You knew those men were innocent, yet you were crazy to see them hanged... to make me watch it.
I could've stopped you with a gun, just as any animal could be stopped from killing, but I couldn't do it because I'm a coward.
Aren't you glad you made me go, Father?
Weren't you proud of me?
How does it feel to have begot a weakling, Major Tetley?
Does it make you afraid that there may be some weakness in you too that other men might discover and whisper about?
Open the door, Major. I want to see your face!
I want to know how you feel now!
They're getting up a pot for Martin's wife.
Even Mapes chipped in.
I didn't know he was showin' his face.
He ain't.
He sent it by Sparks.
That reminds me, I put in $25 bucks apiece for us.
- How much they got?
- About five hundred.
Not bad for a husband who don't know any better than to buy cattle in the spring without a bill of sale.
Maybe you ought to read this letter too.
You know I can't read.
I'll read it to ya.
"My dear wife, "Mr Davies will tell you what's happening here tonight.
"He's a good man and has done everything he can for me. "I suppose there are some other good men here too,
"only they don't seem to realise what they're doing. "They're the ones I feel sorry for, "'cause it'll be over for me in a little while,
"but they'll have to go on rememberin' for the rest of their lives. "Man just naturally can't take the law into his own hands "and hang people without hurting everybody in the world,
"'cause then he's not just breaking one law, but all laws.
"Law's a lot more than words you put in a book
"or judges or lawyers or sheriffs you hire to carry it out.
"It's everything people ever have found out about justice "and what's right and wrong. "It's the very conscience of humanity.
"because if people touch God anywhere, "where is it except through their conscience? "And what is anybody's conscience except a little piece
"I guess that's all I've got to say except kiss the babies for me and God bless you.
"Your husband, Donald."
Where are we goin'?
He said he wanted his wife to get this letter, didn't he?
Said there was nobody to look after the kids, didn't he?
Come in.
Mr Spencer.
Mr Spencer, I hate to bother you... but I thought you'd like to know there were two men here.
Two men asking' for you.
A young man and a kind of older man.
They was sorry you wasn't in. I said you wasn't.
- Did they say they'd be back? - They didn't say, but I think they will.
Just now, when I had to go to the store, I seen them standing there at the corner.
Maybe I shoulda let them in, only you said not to disturb you -
- Yes. - And I'm sure They'll be back.
You look kinda tired to me, and that's a fact.
You got a headache or somethin'?
I think maybe you need a real rest. That's what I think.
Why, Mr Spencer. You oughtn't to leave all that money lying around like that.
Oh, it makes me nervous to see money lying around.
Everybody in the world ain't honest, you know.
Though I must say I haven't had much trouble that way.
Those friends of yours told me not to mention they'd called.
Wanted to surprise you. But I thought you'd like to know somehow.
Yes, yes. Of course. If they come back, you may show them in.
Yes. You know, Mrs Martin, it's very funny.
They aren't exactly friends of mine. They've never seen me.
- That's odd, isn't it?
- 'Tis odd, like you say.
And now that I'm here, I'll have to meet them.
I may even go out and meet them.
And then again, I may not. Not yet.
You go ahead with your nap. I'll pull down the blind. What do you know?
You're bluffing. You've nothing on me. Hello, Postal Union?
I want to send a telegram to Mrs Joseph Newton in Santa Rosa, California.
Here's the message. Ready?
Lonesome for you all. Stop.
Am coming out to stay with you awhile. Stop.
Will arrive Thursday and try and stop me.
Will wire exact time later.
Love to you all... and a kiss for little Charlie from her Uncle Charlie.
That's right. That's the signature. "Uncle Charlie. "
That's right. Santa Rosa.
Santa Rosa, California. Ann! Answer the telephone.
Oh, hello, Mrs Henderson. This is Ann.
Mother isn't home yet.
A telegram? Well...
I don't see a pencil, so maybe she better call you back.
I'm trying to keep my mind free of things that don't matter... because I have so much to keep on my mind.
Innumerable things.
I'll have her call back. Thank you for calling.
Goodbye. Hello, Ann. Where's your mother?
- She ' s out. - Out?
Mrs Henderson just called from the Postal Union Office.
She says we have a telegram.
I would have taken it down, only I couldn't find a pencil. I looked.
Telegram, eh?
I knew there'd be trouble if your Aunt Sarah got her driver's licence.
- Whereabouts was the accident?
- I didn't take notes.
Oh. Then how about a kiss?
Isn't that the funniest thing?
Here I am, practically a child and I wouldn't read the things you read.
Mm-hm. Well, I guess they'd give you bad dreams.
Bad dreams? You don't understand, Papa. Mystery stories have done -
- Where's Roger? - Out. The average mind -
- Where's Charlie?
- Out. No, she's in her room thinking.
Well, don't read too much. You'll ruin your eyes.
And leave my book alone. What's that you're reading?
- Ivanhoe.
What's the matter?
Don't you feel well?
No. I'm perfectly well.
I've just been thinking for hours, and I've come to the conclusion I give up.
- I simply give up. - What are you going to give up?
Have you ever to thought that a family should be the most wonderful thing ever?
And that this family's just gone to pieces?
- We have? - Of course we have.
We just sort of go along and nothing happens. We're in a terrible rut.
It's been on my mind for months. What's going to be our future?
Oh, come now, Charlie. Things aren't as bad as that.
- The bank gave me a raise last January. - Money.
How can you talk about money when I'm talking about souls?
We eat and sleep and that's about all.
We don't even have any real conversations.
- We just talk. - And work.
Yes. Poor Mother. She works like a dog.
- Just like a dog. - Where is she?
She's out. When she comes back, it'll be the same thing.
Dinner, then dishes, then bed. I don't see how she stands it.
You know, she's really a wonderful woman.
I mean, she's not just a mother. And I think we ought to do something for her.
- Don ' t you think we should?
- Yeah. What were you thinking of?
Oh, nothing, I suppose.
I guess we'll just have to wait for a miracle or something.
Oh, now, Charlie, you're right. Absolutely right.
- I'll figure out some way - - I don't believe in good intentions now.
- All I'm waiting for now is a miracle. - Oh, Charlie.
Those back stairs are steep.
What's the matter, Charlie?
What's the matter, Joe?
- Well, it seems that, uh - - Oh, I've become a nagging old maid.
You went downtown in that awful old hat you'd promised you'd throw away.
- Mama. - Darling, does it matter what hat I wear?
- Mama. - Why do you let that child yell at you?
- If she - - I'm going downstairs, anyway.
Joe, what were you both talking about when I came in?
Something about a miracle.
Oh, it's nothing. Charlie ' s a bit under the weather.
Oh. Well, she ' II be all right.
Well, come on, dear. Let's go downstairs. No use standing here.
I'm going to get myself a bottle of beer.
Mother, I'm going downtown and send a telegram.
Why, darling, who do you know to send a telegram to?
I know a wonderful person who'll come and stir us up. Just the one to save us.
What do you mean, "save us"?
All this time, there's been one right person to save us.
- What's Uncle Charlie's address?
- Uncle Charlie?
- You're not going to ask him for money?
- Of course not.
That wouldn't help us. What's his address?
- The last address I had -
- Do you know how many steps it is to get from here to the drugstore and back?
- 649.
- If you've forgotten, I won't tell you.
- I remember. Philadelphia.
You can't ask a busy man to come all this way for nothing.
He'll come for me. I'm named after him.
Besides, we're the only relatives he has in the world. If you come all the way up Fourth Street, it's 802. - Mama, guess what?
What's that thing in your hair?
Well, I'll tell you anyway, even though I think it's nicer when people guess.
Mrs Henderson said to call her at the telegraph office. We have a telegram.
Ann, I don't think you ought to put things behind your ears.
- Something might get into your ear. - Emmy, Ann says we have a telegram.
I think you ought to find out about it. Somebody might be sick or something.
Mrs Henderson didn't read the telegram because I couldn't find a pencil.
When I have a house, it's going to be full of well-sharpened pencils.
- Did Mrs Henderson say who it's from?
- No, she didn't.
She might have said who it was from.
Come on, Ann. That's my chair. I'll call up and find out.
If you will be quiet just a second.
Hello. 181, please. I wonder who it can be?
Mrs Henderson? This is Emma Newton.
Ann says you have a telegram for me.
- Mama, you don't have to shout. - Ssh.
Really, Papa. You'd think Mama had never seen a phone.
She makes no allowance for science.
She thinks she has to cover the distance by sheer lungpower.
Why, how wonderful. Thursday, you say?
Looks like somebody's coming.
- Who's coming, Ma?
- Well, it's the most wonderful surprise.
It's my brother, you know. My younger brother. The baby.
Yes, of course, a little spoiled. Families always spoil the youngest.
Well, it's just simply wonderful.
Thanks most awfully, Mrs Henderson.
Well...
What do you think? Charles is coming.
- Who?
- Your Uncle Charlie.
Did you say "Charles"?
And our Charlie's sending him a telegram. Now, what made her think to do that?
Hello, Charlie. I just called your house.
- Telegram for your mother. - Did you?
Gonna send that by Bill Forest, but you can take it.
Thanks. From your uncle. The spoiled one.
My uncle? My Uncle Charlie?
Yeah.
Mrs Henderson, do you believe in telepathy?
Well, I ought to. That's my business.
Oh, not telegraphy. Mental telepathy.
Like...
well, suppose you have a thought, and suppose the thought's about someone you're in tune with.
Then across miles, that person knows what you're thinking and answers you.
- And it's all mental. - I don't know what you're talking about.
I only send telegrams the normal way.
He heard me. He heard me. - Mr Otis?
You're almost in Santa Rosa. Want to be ready when you get into Santa Rosa.
- I'm ready now. Thanks. - Then I'll get all your bags out for you.
- How you feelin', Mr Otis? - Pretty well.
A little weak but pretty well on the whole. Mm-hm. Harry, tell the porter you're a doctor.
Ask if there's anything you can do. Maybe you can help that poor soul.
- I'm on my vacation. - My husband's a doctor and if there's -
No, Ma'am. He's a very sick man. Won't see anyone.
I haven't set eyes on him myself since we first got on the train.
Well, you don ' t look very well either.
Ah, here we are. Come on, children.
Close the door, there. That's right. - Oh, are you -
At first, I didn't know you. I thought you were sick.
- Sick?
- You aren't sick, are you?
Look, Pop! Here he is!
Why, Uncle Charlie, you're not sick. That was the funniest thing.
- Me, sick? Well, Joe, how are you? - Alright, Charles.
Roger. Hello, Ann. I bet you don't remember me.
I remember you sort of. You look different.
Well, we better get started. Emma's got the dinner almost ready.
I couldn't persuade her to come to the station. Dinner came first.
- Roger, get the bags. I'll take that. - Thank you, Joe.
That's it. Come on. Let's go.
Come on, Roger, get these bags.
You, uh, sure that isn't too heavy for you?
Oh, no. It's nothing. I love to carry.
Emma. Don't move.
Standing there, you don't look like Emma Newton.
You look like Emma Spencer Oakley of 46 Burnham Street, St Paul, Minnesota.
- The prettiest girl on the block. - Charles.
Mama, nobody got off the train but Uncle Charlie.
- Let me look at you. - There was only us meeting somebody. - To think you could take the time off.
And imagine your thinking of 46 Burnham Street.
I haven't thought of that funny old street in years.
I keep remembering those things. All the old things.
Emmy, how's he look? Same old Charles, eh?
Roger, Ann, get these other bags.
You have Charlie's room right here at the head of the stairs.
Emmy wanted to move Ann, but Charlie thought you'd be more comfortable here.
Come on, Roger.
- Ah-ah! Don't put the hat on the bed. - Superstitious, Joe?
No, but I don't believe in inviting trouble.
It wasn't the biggest yacht in the world, but it had a fireplace in the library and the bar was panelled in bleached mahogany.
You pushed a button and... What am I talking about?
That's all over.
Let's talk about you.
Charlie, that's the prettiest dress I ever saw.
I think so, too.
Why, Charles, don't you remember?
Remember? Remember what?
- Why, Uncle Charlie, you sent it to me. - I did?
Well, say, I've been sitting here all this time forgetting something.
Ann. Roger.
- Look at that. Oh, dear now. - Joe.
You didn't have to think of me, Charles. Presents for the children are alright.
Say... I've never had a wristwatch.
Fellows at the bank'll think I'm quite a sport.
I have two for you, Emmy. One old and one new.
Oh, Charles. What is it? - You shouldn't have.
Oh, I've-I've always wanted one.
Oh, Mother, it's exactly right. It's what you should have.
Look, Emmy.
Charles. You've had these all along.
Mm-hm. All along, Emmy. All these years.
Safe in a deposit box, no matter where I was.
Oh. Grandpa and Grandma?
1888.
53 years ago.
Aren't they sweet?
My, she was pretty.
Everybody was sweet and pretty then. The whole world.
A wonderful world. Not like the world today.
Not like the world now.
It was great to be young then.
We're all happy now, Uncle Charlie. Look at us.
- And we're all happy at the same time. - Now, for your present, Charlie.
Oh, I don't want anything. Right now, I have enough.
Before you came, I didn't think I had anything, but now I don't want another thing.
- She's crazy. - She doesn't mean it.
If you ask me, I think she's putting on, like girls in books.
The ones that say they don't want anything always get more in the end.
- That's what she's hoping. - She's not crazy.
The smartest girl in her class at school.
Won the debate against theEast Richmond HighSchool. She ' s got brains.
I meant it. Please don't give me anything.
- Nothing?
- Oh, I can't explain it.
But you came here and Mother's so happy and...
Oh, I'm glad that she named me after you and that she thinks we're both alike.
I think we are, too. I know it.
Oh, it would spoil things if you should give me anything.
You're a strange girl, Charlie. Why would it spoil things?
Because we're not just an uncle and a niece. It's something else.
I know you. I know that you don't tell people a lot of things.
I don't either. I have a feeling that inside you somewhere, there's something nobody knows about.
Something... nobody knows?
Something secret and wonderful and... I'll find it out.
It's not good to find out too much, Charlie.
But we're sort of like twins. Don't you see?
- We have to know. - Give me your hand, Charlie.
Thank you.
- You didn't even look at it. - I don't have to.
No matter what you gave me, it'd be the same.
Here. Let me show you.
It's a good emerald. A really good one.
Good emeralds are the most beautiful things in the world.
- You've had something engraved. - I haven't, but I will if you like it.
Yes, you have, Uncle Charlie. It's very faint.
"T.S. From B.M."
But... Why, it must be someone's initials.
Well, I've been rooked. The jeweller rooked me.
- Oh, it doesn't matter. Really. - Give it back.
No, No. I like it this way.
Someone else was probably happy with this ring.
Oh, it's perfect the way it is.
You bring the coffee. Sing at the table, you'll marry a crazy husband.
Yes, I've been thinking of transferring some money out here from the East.
I could put it in your bank, Joe, until I found out what's what.
Uh, I suppose your bank does take money, huh?
That's one thing we do. Rake in the dough.
Can't promise to give it back.
Well, I'll go downtown in the morning and open an account.
- 30 or 40,000 just to start things off? - That's a lot of money.
He won't have it long. The government will get it.
- The government gets - - Don't talk against the government. The way men do things.
Maybe if somebody tells me what it is, I'll forget it.
- It's a waltz. - I know it is, but what one?
You know, it's the funniest thing.
Sometimes I get a tune in my head like that and pretty soon, I hear somebody else humming it too.
I think tunes jump from head to head.
Do you know whatit is, Uncle Charlie?
Uh, no. No. I-I-I don't know what it is.
I remember. Uh... It's on the tip of my tongue.
It's a waltz and it's Victor Herbert.
- Victor Herbert wasn't a waltz. - It's the Blue Danube Waltz.
Oh, yes. Of course it is.
No, it isn't, Uncle Charlie. I know what it is. It's the Merry -
- I'm terribly sorry, Emmy. - Nothing to make a fuss about.
Charles, while we do the dishes, why don't you come in the living room and stretch out on the sofa and read the evening paper?
You never were much on helping.
- Joe, here's Herbert. - Ann, Roger, help me here.
Herbert's a friend of Joe's. They're literary critics.
Hello, Herb. Had your supper?
- Had mine an hour ago. - Hour ago, huh?
- Oh. A watch. - Yeah, a present.
Here, Herb. I'd like you to meet my brother-in-law.
- Charles, this is Herb Hawkins. - Nice to know you, Mr Hawkins.
- Fine, thank you. - How's your mother, Herb?
- Oh, uh, just middling. - Uh-huh.
- Excuse me, Herb. - Oh.
Thank you. I'm sorry your mother's not better. - Thank you, dear.
Wife's brother from the East. New York man.
Good for the children. You know what I mean?
In business?
Well, he takes himself very seriously.
Well, how's everything?
Say, ha-have you read this one? Huh?
That little Frenchman beats them all.
You can talk all you like about Sherlock Holmes.
That little Frenchman beats 'em all.
I read it. Air bubbles don't necessarily kill a person.
Those writers from the other side get too fancy.
- The best way to commit a murder- - I know, I know.
Hit 'em on the head with a blunt instrument.
Well, it's true, isn't it? Listen.
If I wanted to murder you tomorrow, do you think I'd waste my time on fancy hypodermics?
- Or on Inee?
- What's that?
- Inee. Indian arrow poison. - Oh.
Listen, I'd find out if you were alone, walk in, hit you on the head with a piece of lead pipe or a loaded cane -
What'd be the fun of that?
Where's your planning?
Where's your clues?
I don't want any clues. I want to murder you.
What do I want with clues?
Well, if you haven't got any clues, where's your book?
I'm not talkin' 'bout writing books. I'm talking about killing you!
If I was going to kill you, I wouldn't do a dumb thing like hitting you on the head.
First of all, I don't like the fingerprint angle.
Of course, I could always wear gloves, press your hands against the pipe after you were dead and make you look like a suicide.
But you wouldn't beat yourself to death. I'd do it so it didn't look like murder.
Oh, Ann?
- What?
- Come here.
Did you ever see a house made out of newspapers?
Well, watch.
You-You take one sheet here.
OK? And you tear it down here.
And you tear it there.
You fold it over here at the side.
Fold over the other side here.
And turn it up there.
Now with... the door... Right off... and there. I'm not a baby any more.
Oh, Roger, look what we ' ve got. A nice, little red barn.
- You've got Papa's paper. - Oh, that's alright.
Simply unfold it. Nobody will ever know the difference.
What are you two doing?
- You know that's father's paper.
- It's my fault. I was playing a game.
- Didn't think about it as Joe's pap. - Oh, that's alright.
Here's page one, five... eight.
- What did you do with three and four? - We never touched it.
Really. Uncle Charlie ' s the only one that touched it.
Oh, well. I guess it's all right.
If I fold it very neatly, maybe he won ' t notice.
Come in.
I brought you water.
Oh, thank you, Charlie. That's very thoughtful of you.
Pleasant dreams.
Uncle Charlie...
- I know a secret you don't think I know. - What secret?
Remember I said you couldn't hide anything from me because I'd find it out?
Well, now I know there was something in the evening paper about you.
About me in the evening paper?
And that's why you played that game with Ann and Roger.
You didn't want us to know and you wanted to tear the paper.
Now I know. You might as well tell me.
Well, you've got me there, Charlie.
It was about, uh... someone I used to know.
There!
It's none of your business.
Oh! Uncle Charlie, you're hurting me.
- Oh, Charlie. - Your hands.
Charlie, I didn't mean to hurt you.
I was just fooling.
It was nothing. Just... Just some gossip.
Not very pretty, about someone I once met up with. Not for you to read.
Forget it.
- Good night, young Charlie.
Hasn't he got a house of his own?
Not that I mind you in here, but I never can tell when I'll want some privacy.
You better go to sleep, baby.
- You said your prayers? - I forgot.
You better say them.
I lay me down to sleep, I pray the Lord my soul to keep -
- Don't bless too many people. It's late. - I pray the Lord my soul to take.
God bless Mama, Papa, Captain Midnight, Veronica Lake and the president -
- You can't say them all tonight, dear. - Oh, and Uncle Charlie. Amen.
I don't know how you do it. Now, I'm never comfortable eating in bed.
I had to have my meals in bed for a while after the children came, but I never liked it.
I can't face the world in the morning. I must have coffee before I can speak.
Well, I don't mind pampering you your first morning, but I think you're the only person in this town to have breakfast at 10:30.
And while you were sleeping, the newspaper called up for an interview.
With me?
And the women's club I belong to wants you to give a little talk.
Women's club.
Oh! Oh, you haven't finished unpacking. I'll do that for you.
- Where ' s Charlie?
- She's running around like a mad thing.
She thinks everything needs fixing.
But what I wanted to tell you was that you're not the only celebrity in this town.
- We're all going to be in limelight. - What are you cooking up?
Well, a young man called this morning, said his name was Graham, and he wants to interview everybody in this house.
- Interview everybody?
- That's what he said.
He's being sent around the country by some kind of institute or committee and he has to pick a representative American family and ask them questions.
It's a kind of a poll. It's called the National Public Survey.
Wonder how he happened to pick this family?
Well, he said he wanted a typical American family.
I told him we weren't a typical American family.
If he's going to ask a lot of questions, he can leave me out of it.
Oh, but you could tell him so much more than any of us could.
- He's going to take our pictures too. - Pictures.
My, isn't that lovely?
You see, there were really, there were two young men.
One of them takes the pictures.
- Oh, there were two. - Yes. Mr Graham was the nicest.
Oh, he doesn't want us to dress up or anything.
He just wants us to act the way we always do.
Emmy, women are fools. They'd fall for anything.
Why do you let two strangers come and turn this place upside down.
Why expose the family to a couple of snoopers?
- You should have more sense. - Why, Charles, I -
- Good morning, Uncle Charlie. - Good morning, Charlie.
Your mother says the Newtons have been picked for all-American suckers.
- What do you know about it?
- Charlie wasn't here when they came.
But really, the way Mr Graham told it, it wasn't like snooping at all.
It was our duty as citizens. It's something the government wants.
- Government?
- Well, it's for the public good.
I told them about you andtheplaces you've been and he was very interested.
Now, listen, Emmy. I'll have nothing to do with this.
I'm just a visitor here and my advice to you is to slam the door in his face. Oh.
Well, I-I couldn't do that.
But you don't have to meet him if you don't want to.
Well, I think I'd be kind of exciting.
He'd take your photograph and then we could have it for nothing.
No thank you. I've never been photographed and I don't want to be.
Oh, Charles, how can you talk that way?
I had a photograph of you. I gave it to Charlie.
I tell you, there are none. I guess you've forgotten this one.
Get it, Charlie.
You sure you don't remember?
Of course I don't ever remember being photographed.
46 Burnham Street.
Mm-hm. It was taken the Christmas you got your bicycle.
- Just before your accident. - Uncle Charlie, you were beautiful.
Wasn't he, though?
And such a quiet boy. Always reading.
Papa shouldn't have got you that bicycle. You didn't know how to handle it.
He took it right out on the icy road and skidded into a streetcar.
- We thought he was going to die. - I'm glad he didn't.
He almost did. He fractured his skull, and he was laid up so long.
And then, when he was getting well, there was no holding him.
And it was just as though all the rest he had was too much for him and he had to get into mischief to blow off steam.
He didn't do much reading after that, let me tell you.
It was taken the very day he had his accident.
A few days later when the pictures came home, how mama cried.
She wondered if he'd ever look the same. She wondered if he'd ever be the same.
What's the use of looking backward?
What's the use of looking ahead?
Today's the thing. That's my philosophy. Today.
If today's the thing, then you'd better finish your breakfast and get down to the bank because Joe'll be waiting.
Charlie, don't be late back. The survey men are coming at 4:00. - Good morning, Charlie.
- Good morning, Charlie. - Hello, Catherine. Did you see the way they looked at you?
Uncle Charlie, I love to walk with you.
There's Papa in that window over there. Hello, Joe. Can you stop embezzling a minute and give me your attention?
Oh, what's a little shortage in the books at the end of the month?
Any good bank clerk can cover up alittle shortage. Isn't that right, Charlie
- Everyone can hear you. - Good. We all know what banks are.
Look all right, but noone knows what goes on when they lock the doors.
Can't fool me, though. Well, Joe, let's see your president.
Still want to open that account, Charles?
That's why I'm here.
Well, uh, you wait right here. I'll see if Mr Greene's busy.
And, uh, Charles, he doesn't care much for jokes about banks.
Well, $40,000 is no joke. Not to him, I bet.
It's a joke to me. The whole world's a joke to me.
I'll be right back.
You shouldn't tease Papa like that.
I wasn't teasing him. I just hate this stuffy atmosphere.
They're waving for us to come in.
- Hello, Mr Greene. - Hello, Charlie.
Well, Mr Greene, this is my brother-in-law, Mr Oakley.
- How do you do?
- How are you, Mr Oakley?
Well, Mr Greene, I was thinking of settling down here for a while.
Great country. Great country.
We think so. What have you been doing?
I suppose you might call me a promoter. I've done a little bit of everything.
The only trouble is that once I make the money, I'm not interested in it.
Not interested in money?
You know there's money just lying around waiting for somebody to pick it up.
I thought maybe I'd put some of my loose cash away for safekeeping.
- In the bank where Joe works, naturally.
- Loose cash?
Well, I got in a habit of carrying a lot of cash with me when I was travelling.
- A dangerous habit. - Never lost a penny in my life.
I guess heaven takes care of fools and scoundrels.
- Yes. - Thirty, thirty-five...
Forty thousand. Shall we start with forty?
- If you'll just write out a deposit slip. - Ah, details.
I'm glad to see you're a man who understands details, Mr Greene.
They're most important to me. Most important. All the little details.
Oh, dear. I'm sorry. I didn't know you were busy.
- We can come back. - Come in, now that you're here.
Mrs Greene, I'd like you to meet my uncle, Mr Oakley.
Uncle Charlie, this is Mrs Greene and Mrs Potter.
Mrs Greene, Miss Potter.
Mrs Potter.
- Something about you made me think - - Yes?
- What did you want, Margaret?
- I need some money to go shopping.
There's one good thing in being a widow, isn't there?
You don't have to ask your husband for money. - Here you are. - Oh, thank you.
- Charlie, let's see the town. - Goodbye, Mr Oakley.
- Bye, Mr Greene. - Call on us for advice anytime.
- Thank you. - Joe, you may see Mr Oakley out.
Joe, keep your eyes open. You'll have his job in a couple of years. Here he is.
I won't see them.
You don't have to if you don't want to. I'll see that you don't.
The way they got around your mother.
I thought she'd have better sense. - How do you do? - How do you do?
- Oh, how do you do? - And this is Fred Saunders.
How do you do? Won't you come in?
- I'll call my mother. - Thank you.
Mother, the government men are here.
Will you sit down?
But you said 4:00. Nothing's ready now.
My husband is still at the bank and-and the house is -
That's all we want now, Mrs Newton, some pictures of the house.
Saunders can get busy and I'd like to ask a few questions.
Alright, but I do wish you'd waited until I had the house looking its best.
I wanted flowers around and fresh curtains in the kitchen.
And there are a lot of things I don't want you to photograph.
- You said you own the house? - Own it? It owns us.
No sooner do I get one thing fixed than something else gets broken.
And then it needs fresh paint and th-
Mr Saunders, I'm very sorry but you simply cannot take a picture with that chair in it.
- It needs a new slipcover. - And there are, uh, six in your family?
- Five. - Five? But -
Well, my uncle ' s just visiting.
I told you about him. He's here from the East.
My uncle doesn't want to be bothered with a lot of questions.
Well, you see, on a survey, we usually -
He's not interested in a survey and I promised him he wouldn ' t be bothered.
Well, we'd like it if we could get all of you.
You know, your opinions, what you do or what you want to do.
My uncle's opinions aren't average and I'm afraid they wouldn't help you.
I think when someone asks for privacy, they should have it.
Well, we'll... The whole idea of this thing is that -
Mr Graham, perhaps you'd better choose another family.
We'll do anything you say, of course, but this family seemed right and -
It is a nice family.
Charlie, let the young men go ahead, so long as they're here.
Well, alright. OK.
Saunders, go ahead and get another shot.
Mrs Newton, what organisations do you and your husband belong to?
How about a picture in the kitchen?
Well, I'm afraid the kitchen isn't quite the way I'd like it.
Come along.
If you'll start by breakin' an egg, Mrs Newton.
Oh, but you don't start a cake by breaking an egg.
You have to put the butter and sugar in first.
Survey or no survey, I'm not going to start by breaking an egg.
I thought I'd make a maple cake. My brother Charles loves maple cake.
What does your brother do?
I guess he just does about everything.
What does he do? He's just in business. You know, the way men are.
My husband works in a bank, but I think Charles is just in business.
If you really want a picture of me breaking an egg, you'll have to wait till I cream the butter and sugar.
I'll wait.
I wonder if we could take a look upstairs.
You show us, and your mother can call us when she's ready.
- Alright. - If you'd rather wait, Mr Saunders.
Folding in the eggs has to be done just right.
I can ' t beat them and let them stand.
The minute I hear you've broken the eggs, I'll come right down.
Yes.
I really don't see what you want to look up here for.
Whose room is that? It's mine. My uncle's using it now, though.
I'd like to see what your room looks like. Typical girl, typical room.
Typical of you to ask. My uncle's resting.
I really don't want to disturb him.
- Is there a back stairs? - Mm-hm. Right down the hall.
I'll bet you 50 cents that your uncle isn't in there.
Oh, betting's silly.
All you want to do is photograph my room, doesn't he?
- That's it. - Besides, I know my uncle's in there.
Alright, I'll still bet he isn't. Let me knock and see.
Oh, I'll knock.
Uncle Charlie?
Uncle Charlie, may we come in?
- See?
- You were right.
Nice room. Do you mind if I take a picture since he isn't here?
- I don't want to disturb your uncle.
But I really can't imagine anyone being interested in my room.
It's not the way I'd like it. I'd like to have it yellow and white.
Might as well let him work in peace.
Besides, I'd like to talk to you.
Your picking us as an average family gave me a funny feeling.
- What kind of a funny feeling?
- Oh, I don't know.
I guess I don't like to be and average girl in an average family.
Average families are the best. Look at me.
- I'm from an average family. - As average as ours?
Sure. Besides, I don't think you're average.
Oh, that's because you see me now instead of a few days ago.
I was in the dumps. Then Uncle Charlie came and everything changed.
But your mother said he came last night. Maybe you just think -
I don't think. I know.
Funny, but when I think about how I feel, I always come back to Uncle Charlie.
Are you trying to tell me I shouldn't think he's so wonderful?
- Oh, no. I - - Mr Saunders?
- I'm ready with the eggs. - Mr Saunders mustn't move anything.
- My uncle's awfully neat and fussy. - Saunders is neat and fussy, too. - Is this your uncle?
- Yes, it is.
Now, for one of the hall. Mr Saunders has been taking pictures of my room.
My sister told me to remind you about eggs and a cake.
I don't like to be photographed. I'll have to ask you for the film.
- Oh, Uncle Charlie. - Give it to me, please.
Give it to him, Fred.
That's too bad. There's a picture of Mrs Newton on this film.
- Excuse me. - The eggs are ready.
I can't let them stand another minute.
That was my last roll of film.
Mr Saunders took Uncle Charlie's picture by mistake and Uncle Charlie made him give him back the roll.
He wasn't joking about not wanting to be photographed.
We didn't want to start a family feud.
I'll get you making the cake again tomorrow.
I won't be making a cake again tomorrow.
I want to help an important work, but I cannot go on making cakes.
You have helped, Mrs Newton.
And now I'd like to ask another favour.
Could I borrow your daughter?
I'd like to look around the town.
- Ann?
- Charlie.
Ann would be better. Ann knows everything about everybody.
- Charlie. - Well, if, uh, Charlie doesn't mind.
- I don't mind. - Swell. - Goodbye, then, Mrs Newton.
- 6:30. - OK. Goodbye.
He seems like a nice young man. But I thought you were going to the movies with Catherine.
Oh, I'll tell her I don't feel well or something. - Hello, Charlie. - Well... hello, Catherine.
He's in town. - How do you do?
- Hello.
- How's your throat, Charlie?
- Oh, much better. Thank you.
Bill Forest was asking about you.
Oh. Bill Forest?
Well, uh... goodbye. - Bye. - Goodbye.
I know what you are, really. You're a detective. There's something the matter and you're a detective.
- Charlie, listen. - I don't want to listen.
Why, you're not on a survey at all.
You lied to us. You lied to Mother.
You just wanted to get in our house. Police.
That's what it is.
What do you want with us?
Why are you here, lying to us?
Look, Charlie, you've got to listen to me. You've got to trust me.
When you've done nothing but lie?
And you probably didn't want to take me out at all the way I thought.
You just wanted to ask me a lot of questions.
Have I asked you a lot of questions?
Have I? Alright, I'm a detective. A pretty bad one.
Now, won't you even listen to me?
- Why should I when you lied to me?
- I had to. When I came here to find a man, I hadn't counted on you.
- I hadn't counted on your family. - Find a man?
What man?
There's a man loose in this country. We're after him.
We don't know much. We don't even know what he looks like.
Charlie, think. How much do you know about your uncle?
Why, he's my mother's brother. What's he got to do with it?
This man we want may be your uncle.
Oh, I don't believe you. Go away and leave me alone.
We're after one man. Your uncle may be that man.
But in the East, there's another man who's being hunted too, through Massachusetts and into Maine.
He may be the one. My uncle hasn't done anything.
He knows it would kill my mother if he did.
He's her younger brother, just like Roger is mine.
Why don't they arrest that man in the East?
Why don't you go away and leave us alone?
Charlie, when we were eating tonight and talking about our folks and what we'd done and how we felt, we were like two ordinary people.
We'd been brought up about the same.
- You liked me and I liked you. - Oh, it doesn't matter now.
What do you mean, "It doesn't matter"?
It's the only thing that does.
If it weren't for you, you don't think I ' d care how or where I caught up with your uncle, do you?
Because if he's the guy, I'm going to catch up with him. Remember that.
And you're going to keep your mouth shut.
You're going to keep your mouth shut because you're such a nice girl you'd help if you knew your uncle was the man we wanted.
- I wouldn't help you. - And I know you would.
And I'm trying to make it easier for you.
If your uncle's the man we want, we'll get him out of town quietly.
- We won't arrest him here. - Arrest him here? With mother -
I'm trying to tell you we won ' t.
- Please, Charlie. - I won't say anything.
Oh, take me home! Good night, Charlie.
It's going to be funny when you find out you're wrong.
Good night.
- Oh, yes, Dad. It's so nice out, I thought I'd get some air before I went to bed.
You better run in. Your Uncle Charlie's been asking about you.
I think I'll just go up the back way.
I - I'm tired and I don't feel like talking.
Alright. Suit yourself.
- Take care of yourself.
Did I notice what?
Well, did you taste anything funny about that coffee you had at my house this evening?
No. It tasted all right.
That's what I mean. It wasn't all right.
- Put something in it?
- Put a little soda.
About the same amount that I'd have used if I'd wanted to use poison.
Well, you don't say? I never tasted a thing.
Of course, I might not notice the soda.
You'd notice the soda more than you would the poison.
For all you knew, you might just as well be dead now. - Aren't you asleep yet, Ann? - Uh-uh.
Charlotte, what are you doing?
Oh, I'm just looking for a recipe I thought I saw, but it's just so torn up.
They have papers in the "libarry", new ones and old ones.
Miss Corcoran will get them out for you.
She won't even notice if you cut out a little, bitty recipe.
Oh, it's not that important.
What time does the library close?
If you read as much as you should, you'd know it closes at 9:00.
Oh, well. If I think about it, maybe I'll go tomorrow.
You really ought to go to sleep, Ann. Get back there! Get back!
What do you think I am out here for? Oh, I'm sorry, Mr Norton.
Alright. Go ahead. Oh!
Miss Corcoran, please let me in. Oh, please!
Oh, thank you.
Really, Charlie. You know as well as I do the library closes at 9:00.
If I make one exception, I'll have to make a thousand.
I'm sorry, Mrs Corcoran, but there is something in the paper I've got to see.
I'm surprised at you, Charlie. No consideration.
- Oh, I'll only be a minute. - You've got all day to come here.
I don't know why you want to rush in here tonight like a madwoman.
I'll give you just three minutes.
Can't be anything really awful.
I'll prove to him it isn't. Page three -
Hello.
- Where's Charlie?
- Charlie still asleep? - No, she just woke up.
I shouldn't have let her sleep so long, but she needed it.
She doesn't look quite herself. She'll be down for dinner. Mother, let me finish mashing those.
I'll fix the rest of dinner and get it on the table.
You go talk to Uncle Charlie.
- How do you feel?
- Fine.
I must have been tired. I slept like a log.
Uncle Charlie was asking for you again. He's fond of you.
That nice young man came to ask after you. I told him you were asleep.
I'm rested now. Is the gravy made?
Now you're humming that waltz. Please don't hum that tune anymore.
I've just got it out of my head and don't want it started again.
Please remember, don't hum that tune.
And don't keep getting up every few minutes.
You just sit there and be a real lady.
Alright, if you say so, but at least I can carry in the soup.
Roger, wash your hands! Joe. Charles.
- Mama - - Ann, don't put things behind your ear.
And don't whisper. Anyone could hear you a block away.
May I sit by you at the table?
By me?
I should think you'd want to sit by Uncle Charlie.
- No, I want to sit by you. - Why do you want to change?
Mother, let her change if she wants to.
Roger doesn't mind.
No, certainly not. Uncle Charlie might think... Certainly not.
- Mother, let her change. - OK, but Ann has some foolish ideas.
Go in the dining room, both of you.
What's going on here?
Have I lost my little girl?
Roger wanted to sit next to you, and I thought it would be nice if the children took turns.
- I never... - Never what, Roger?
- Nothing. - Come, Ann. Come and help me.
Joe! I brought it in by mistake. Nothing special in it.
- Want to look at the headlines, Charles?
- Thank you, Joe.
Roger, don't make so much noise with your soup.
If he holds his lips together, he could draw it carefully, like a horse.
- Don't be disgusting.
- May I dip my bread in it?
- Where's Charlie?
- She wanted to serve dinner.
- She ' II be in in a minute. - You're right, Joe.
Nothing special tonight. Oh, here she is!
- Here ' s my girl. - How many hours did you sleep?
If you could tell me the exact minute you went to sleep, the exact minute you woke up, if you woke up in between and how long you stayed awake each time you woke up, then I could tell you exactly -
You won't sleep tonight. Nobody who sleeps all day can.
I slept all right, and I kept dreaming, perfect nightmares about you, Uncle Charlie.
Nightmares about me?
You were on a train, running away from something and when I saw you on the train, I felt terribly happy.
How could you feel happy seeing Uncle Charlie on a train?
I don't want to see him on a train. I hope he stays here forever.
Well, he has to leave sometime. We have to face the facts.
I like people who face facts.
Well, we're not going to face any such facts as those.
Oh, Ann, would you like to see the funnies?
I'm too old for funnies. I read two books a week. I took a sacred oath I would.
Besides, no one's allowed to read at the table. It isn't polite.
Don't correct your elders!
She's right, Emmy. I'm forgetting my manners.
Joe, I'm going to blame this paper on you.
Roger, go to the icebox and bring me a big, red bottle you'll find there.
You can throw the paper away. Dad's read it, you've read it.
We don't need to play any games with it tonight.
Ann, you can help Charlie carry the vegetables.
I saw that bottle when I was getting dinner. St Paul said, "Take a little wine for thy stomach's sake. " Wine for dinner sounds so gay!
Remember they had the champagne when the oldest Jones girl got married?
This is sparkling burgundy.
One sip and I'll be calling it "sparkling burgledy. "
Maybe I'd better not take any.
Oh... imported.
Imported Frankie and his tweeds? And his loaded cane. His loaded everything!
Charles, I promised Mrs Greene of our club that you'd talk to the ladies.
What am I going to talk about?
Travel or current events?
Oh, not current events. We get current events.
Who'll my audience be?
Oh, women like myself. Busy with our homes, most of us.
Women keep busy in towns like this.
In the cities it's different.
Middle-aged widows, husbands dead, husbands who ' ve spent their lives making fortunes, working and working, and then they die and leave their money to their wives, their silly wives.
And what do the wives do, these useless women?
You see them in the best hotels every day by the thousands, drinking the money, eating the money, losing the money at bridge, playing all day and all night, smelling of money.
Proud of their jewellery, but of nothing else.
Horrible, faded, fat, greedy women.
But they're alive! They're human beings.
Are they? Are they, Charlie?
Are they human, or are they fat, wheezing animals?
And what happens to animals when they get too fat and too old?
Well, I seem to be making my speech right here.
Don't talk about women like that in front of my club! You'll be lynched.
That nice Mrs Potter's going to be there. She was asking me about you.
The Greenes are bringing her here to the party I'm having for you afterwards.
Joe, it's Herbert.
He always comes when we're eating.
Good evening, Mrs Newton.
- Good evening, Mr Oakley. - Good evening.
Well, Herb, how's your mother?
Oh, she's just middling.
- Had your dinner?
- Oh, I had mine an hour ago.
You folks are getting pretty stylish.
Mushrooms mean anything to you, Joe?
I eat 'em on my steak when I'm out and the meat's not good enough as it is.
If I brought you some mushrooms, would you eat 'em?
Suppose I would. Why?
Then I've got it. The worst I'd be accused of would be manslaughter.
Doubt if I'd get that. Accidental death, pure and simple.
A basket of good mushrooms and... two or three poisonous ones.
No, no. Innocent party might get the poisonous ones.
I thought of something better when I was shaving.
A bath tub. Pull the legs out from under you, hold you down.
Oh, what's the matter with you two?
Do you always have to talk about killing people?
We're not talking about killing people.
Herb's talking about killing me, and I'm talking about killing him.
It's your father's way of relaxing.
Can't he find some other way to relax?
Can't we have a little peace and quiet without dragging in poisons all the time?
Charlie! She doesn ' t make sense talking like that.
I'm worried about her. Roger, bring her back.
I'll go. You stay and finish dinner. I'll catch up with her.
What's wrong with her? - Excuse me, Mr Norton. - You're always running around at night.
- Where were you hurrying to last night?
- Just doing an errand.
- Is this your uncle I've heard about?
- Uncle Charlie, Mr Norton. - Glad to know you. What's the name?
Oakley. Charles Oakley. Nice to meet you.
Better keep your eye on your niece. I'll have to give her a ticket for speeding.
- City ordinance about running. - Hear that, Charlie?
Don't want to break the law. I'll take care of her. - Good night.
What's wrong?
- I want to talk to you. - You're hurting my arm again.
- Come in here with me. - I can't. I don't go to places like this.
Go on in.
- Why'd you bring me here?
- What does it matter where we are?
Hello, Charlie. Hello. Hello, Louise.
- This is my uncle. - I was in Charlie's class in school.
I sure was surprised to see you come in. I never thought I'd see you here.
I been here two weeks. Lost my job over at Kern's.
I've been in half the restaurants in town. What'll you have, Charlie?
- Nothing, thank you. - A ginger ale for her, a brandy for me.
- Well, Charlie? - Well?
Think you know something, don't you?
That young fellow told you something.
Jack?
Why should he know anything about you?
Charlie, something's come between us. I don't want that to happen.
Why, we're old friends.
More than that. We're like twins.
- You said so yourself. - Don't touch me, Uncle Charlie.
What did that boy tell you?
He's got nothing to do with it. I hope he never knows anything about you.
Charlie, you're a pretty understanding sort of girl.
If you've heard some little things about me,
I guess you're a woman of the world enough to overlook them.
You're the head of your family, Charlie. Anyone can see that.
I'm not so old. I've been chasing around the globe since I was sixteen.
I guess I've done some pretty foolish things, made some pretty foolish mistakes.
Nothing serious, just... foolish. Oh, Charlie, now, don't start imagining things.
How could you do such things?
You're my uncle, my mother's brother.
We thought you were the most wonderful man in the world.
- The most wonderful and the best. - Charlie, what do you know?
I'm sorry I was so long. We're awful busy.
Whose is it?
Ain't it beautiful?
I'd just die for a ring like that.
Yes sir, for a ring like that, I'd just about die.
I love jewellery, real jewellery.
Notice I didn't even have to ask if it was real. You can tell.
- I can. - Bring me another brandy.
Sit down.
Sit down!
You think you know something, don't you?
You think you're the clever little girl who knows something.
There's so much you don't know. So much.
What do you know, really?
You're just an ordinary little girl living in an ordinary little town.
You wake up every day and know there's nothing in the world to trouble you.
You go through your ordinary little day.
At night, you sleep your ordinary sleep filled with peaceful, stupid dreams.
And I brought you nightmares.
Or did I?
Or was it a silly, inexpert, little lie?
You live in a dream. You're a sleepwalker, blind.
How do you know what the world is like?
Do you know the world is a foul sty?
Do you know if you ripped the fronts off houses, you'd find swine?
The world's a hell. What does it matter what happens in it?
Wake up, Charlie. Use your wits. Learn something!
You goin', Charlie? - Charlie, will you help me? - Help you?
The same blood flows through our veins. I was at the end of my rope.
Oh, I'm so tired. There's an end to the running a man can do.
You'll never know what it's like to be so tired. I was going to...
Then I got the idea of coming out here. It's my last chance, Charlie.
Give it to me.
Graham and the other fellow, they don't know.
There's a man in the east they suspect, and if they get him, I'll...
Charlie, give me this last chance.
Take your chance. Go!
I'll go, Charlie. Just give me a few days.
Think of your mother. It'll kill your mother.
Yes, it would kill my mother.
Take your few days. See that you get away from here.
You realise what it'll mean if they get me?
The electric chair.
Charlie, you've got to help me.
You said yourself we're no ordinary uncle and niece, no matter what I've done.
You go in. I'll be in in a minute.
- Home, sweet home. - Where's Charlie?
- She's outside. Don't worry about her. - What was the matter?
She was a little edgy. I persuaded her to go for a walk. She's calmer now.
- I'm so glad. I've saved dessert for you. - We had an ice-cream soda.
Oops-a-daisy! Off to bed you go! - Roger, come here!
There's my girl. Psst! Ann!
Hello! You must be trying to hide or something.
- We're not hiding. - People who are hiding say "psst".
- We just don't want to yell on Sunday. - Look, Ann.
Ask your sister to run over here. Just ask her quietly. We'll wait here.
- Did my father have a feud with yours?
- My father?
Because if they didn't, there's no sense in my asking Charlotte quietly.
Mama won't care. She thinks girls ought to marry and settle down.
- In a book I'm reading - - Just ask her, Ann. Don't be literary.
- Alright. - Remember, I'm doing all the talking. - Hello.
Catherine, this is Mr Saunders.
- How do you do? - How do you do?
- Ann says you want to speak to me. - Saunders wants to.
Come on, Ann. Tell Catherine the story of Dracula.
Come on, Catherine.
- What do you want?
- Let them get a little bit ahead.
It's about that photograph we took, the one of your uncle.
- He probably burned it. - Not that one, he hasn't.
We gave him the wrong film.
We got the picture alright. We wired it East.
They've got witnesses can identify the man we want from that picture.
- What do you mean, identify him?
- Just what I said.
When the witnesses see that picture, we'll know whether Oakley's the man.
- We're waiting for the wire now. - And then Uncle Charlie will be -
That's right. That's the way it is.
Graham thought you could get your uncle to leave town now. It would be better -
I've got to, haven't I?
I've got to!
What's the most time you'll give me?
- Two hours. - I'll make him leave!
You seem pretty sure he's the man we want. Why?
No reason why. I'm just scared. You're the ones who seem sure.
- I couldn't bear anything happening here. - You know what he's done?
- No, I don't want to hear! - Well, I want you to get this.
We're doing you a favour. If you know anything more about your uncle, tell us.
We also want to know when and how he leaves town.
- If you hold out on us - - I won't. I'll tell you.
I won't do anything to help him, I promise.
But you can't ask me to spy on him.
We've made a bargain. I'll get him to leave. That's all I'll do.
Think, Charlie. The man's dangerous. If he gets away from us -
I don't want to hear what he'll do. We've made a bargain. I'll keep it.
I'll let you know when he leaves.
Funny if he turned out to be the wrong man. Could be.
- Ann! - I broke my mother's back three times.
Not bad. You didn't finish telling me whether Miss Rose married the rich guy,
- or the one she was in love with. - How long have you two such friends?
Oh, we play games. I ask questions. She knows all the answers.
The only trouble is I can't make out what she's making up.
I never make up anything. I get everything from my books.
They're all true.
Come on, Ann. We'd better get home and help with dinner. Goodbye.
- Goodbye. - Goodbye, Mr Graham. Mr Saunders.
- Goodbye, Catherine. - Come on, Catherine.
- Why not pick flowers for the table?
- Simple flowers are the best.
- I didn't ask for orchids. - I wish I'd been born in the South.
Southern women have a lot of charm. They pick flowers with gloves on.
- Goodbye, Catherine. - Goodbye, Charlie. See you after dinner.
Turn anybody away?
No, room enough for everyone.
I'm glad to hear that.
Show's been running such a long time, I thought attendance might be falling off.
Anything special on the noon broadcast?
They caught that other fellow, the Merry Widow Murderer.
- They did, did they?
Where? - State of Maine. Portland.
Didn't catch him exactly.
He was running away from the police, and they cornered him at the airport and he ran into the propeller of a plane.
- Oh, boy! - Cut him all to pieces.
Had to identify him by his clothes.
His shirts were all initialled, "C," "O," apostrophe "H."
Well, makes a good ending. Couldn't have done better myself.
I guess that closes that case pretty final.
Sure does. Never cared much for that case.
Well, I think I'll go get ready for dinner. I'm hungry. I can eat a good dinner today.
Charlie, I have great news for you. Where can we talk alone?
We got a wire from Maine. We can call off the job. I'll bet you're relieved.
Oh, I am relieved.
You were trying to get youruncle out. He must have thought you were crazy.
Now that it's over, I don't want to talk about it any more.
I'd like to pretend the whole dreadful thing never happened.
- There's nothing to pretend about.
- There's mother's gloves.
Mother and her gloves. She's always losing things.
All mothers lose things. Someday, she'll be losing you.
Mothers don't lose daughters, they gain sons.
Yes, but gain isn't always the word. Now, take me.
Who'd want a detective for a son-in-law?
- My father would.
- He would?
If you told him you were going to marry a detective, he wouldn't disown you?
It wouldn't have to be me. There's Ann.
No, Ann wants to marry a librarian. She told me.
So she'll always have plenty of books around to read.
What's the matter?
I was laughing. It's been so long since I laughed.
I like it when you laugh.
I like it when you don't. I guess I like you whatever you do.
- I guess I like you. - I'm glad. I like you too.
Funny how you happen to meet someone and like them and... like them. Mm-hm.
- Yes?
I suppose it couldn't ever really happen some day that you'd tell your father...
You know, about marrying someone, a detective, I mean.
- I don't know. - I didn't mean to tell you.
I wanted to wait until you'd forgotten the mess we've been through together, till you didn't think of me as part of something unpleasant and frightening.
I wanted to wait and come back and then tell you.
But I can't help it. I want to tell you now.
I love you, Charlie. I love you terribly.
I know it's no time to tell you now and I'm sorry. Do you mind?
- I don't mind. - Do you think you could think about it?
- About your loving me?
- And perhaps your loving me?
I - I'd like us to be friends. I know that.
- I'd like to have that to think about. - Nothing more?
I don't know, Jack. I... just don't know yet.
Alright. But I may come back?
Oh, please come back. Please come back.
Listen, Charlie.
When I go, go back to that square in the middle of town.
Take a good look at it. That's where I first knew I loved you.
That's where we had the fight and I didn't know what to do.
I like my job, but I didn't like it that night.
I hated it that night.
- You hate it now? - No, not now.
You know, this is a swell place. I'm going to put a bronze plaque up. That door's always banging shut!
Oh! It sticks. Uh!
- When I was young, it was the parlour. - Hello, Mr Oakley.
- I was saying goodbye to Charlie. - In the garage?
The door got stuck. Now I'll have to say goodbye to you.
Let's say goodbye out here on the lawn. No use taking a chance on the garage.
- Finished here?
- All finished, but I'll be back.
- You ' II be seeing me around. - Oh?
Not on business, though.
I can understand you coming back. Charlie's a fine girl.
She's the thing I love most in the world.
I mean it. Have a nice trip, Mr Graham.
And don't take any more photographs without permission.
Rights of man.
You know, freedom?
We'll have a talk about freedom some day, Mr Oakley. - Bye. - Goodbye.
Jack!
Anything else?
I've got butter, fruit, green thread and go to the library.
And whatever vegetable looks freshest. If I've forgotten anything, I'll send Ann.
Alright. Mother!
Charlie! Darling! Are you hurt?
I tripped.
Oh, what is it?
Is it your ankle?
I don't think I'm hurt. I grabbed the banister.
You might have been killed!
I worry myself sick every time one of you comes down these stairs.
They're too steep and rickety. They ought to be fixed.
Are you sure you're all right? When are you leaving, Uncle Charlie?
Oh, come now. That other business, it's all over. I'd like to forget it.
- We're all happy here. - When are you leaving?
I'm not going, you see.
Not yet. I'm not going.
I want to settle down. Live somewhere people know me. Put some money by.
- Start a business. Be part of the family. - I see.
The most sensible thing for you to do is to be friends with me.
I can do a lot for you, Charlie, for all of you.
No, not you. We don't want anything from you.
- I wish I'd told my mother about you. - I know what you've been thinking.
How would your mother have felt?
What would it do to her now?
How about your father? His job at the bank?
What would become of all of you if everything came out?
You needn't be afraid. I can't tell them.
But I'm not afraid. What would you tell?
Who'd believe you?
A waltz runs through your head.
You don't like the initials on a ring and connect it up with a newspaper clipping.
Now, you haven't even got the ring. I don't know what became of it.
- You have it. - I?
I gave it to you.
I don't want you here, Uncle Charlie. I don't want you to touch my mother.
So go away, I'm warning you. Go away, or I'll kill you myself.
See? That's the way I feel about you.
- Here you are, Joe. - Oh, perfume.
- Just the fresh, clean smell of lavender. - Yeah, I know.
You look very handsome, both of you.
- I'm proud of the two men in my family. - Emmy, you're a dream.
It's a pity the children have to sit on our laps.
It's going to be a tight squeeze. It won't do my pants any good.
- Joe, I wish you could drive. - We do it this way.
- Charles, you'll sit - - He can sit in the back with Dad.
The children can fit in beside them.
Nonsense. I'm getting a cab. You all go in the taxi.
- Charlie and I'll go in the car. - No, Uncle Charlie, you go in the taxi.
I want to ride in the taxi!
Course you do. So it's all arranged.
- Charlie, run out and get the car. - I'd rather drive the family.
I want you to hear my speech on the way. You're my severest critic.
Anyway, we need a taxi. Ann, go call Mr Abercrombie. Mother!
Then you'll be the only other on e to be correct. You look distinguished.
Charles, are you all ready? Joe, are you?
Wait a minute! I've got to get my overcoat.
Please, dear. Hurry!
Take your time, Emmy. They can't start till I get there.
It's getting chilly in here. KSRO, Santa Rosa, with studios in Vallejo and Santa Rosa, California. May as well have a little music while we wait.
Oregon State Police pressed theirsearch today for five -
Oh! Does it have to be so loud?
Gets the lower tones better.
I likeit loud! If the music's too soft, I can't tell what they're playing.
If I have a band, I'm a-least have 87 men.
Help, everybody! Somebody's caught in the garage.
They're suffocating! There's something wrong with the door.
Joe!
I'll take her. I've got her.
Joe, there's some whisky on my bureau. Get it quick.
- Charlie. Charlie. Dear Charlie.
- Charlie?
Emmy, rub her feet. Roger, run get something to fan her with.
Charlie!
Ann, don't, dear.
Charlie? What are you trying to say?
Go away.
Go away.
Emmy, she wants you.
I'm here, darling. Here's mother. That's right, my baby.
That's right, my brave little girl. Here.
- Take a little sip of this. - No, I'm all right.
- Joe, call Dr Phillips. - No, I'm all right. I just want to get up.
You had a wonderful escape. Someone must have left the motor running.
- I couldn't find the key to turn it off. - The key was there when I went in.
Lucky thing I passed by.
She might have died. You saved her. You knew just what to do.
- Don't know how I happened across her. - We'll put the lecture off.
Oh, yes, there is. I want you all to go. There's the cab now.
Oh, I couldn't. I just couldn't go.
Wh-Who found me in the garage?
Herb heard you beating on the door.
I was coming across the backyard and I heard gasping' and bangin'.
I figured there must be a human bein' in there.
- Quick thinking, Herb. - Lucky thing.
I'm glad you happened to be going by, Herb.
Come on, Mother.
I - I want to stay with you.
I don't feel like making a speech now, when I think what might have happened.
I'm all right. I just want to sit on the porch a while and get the air.
No, darling, I won't hear of it.
I'm alright, really. I'd rather stay home and get things ready for the party.
Darling, I want to stay with you.
Herb, will you take Roger? Ann, you come with us. I just don't understand it.
Mr Graham isn't there? This is the Hotel Stewart in Fresno, isn't it?
And you don't expect him?
I see. Thank you.
He isn't there? Thank you very much. Goodbye.
Can you tell me where I can reach him?
I've already tried to get him at the address he gave me in Fresno.
Thank you. Mom, may we have some sandwiches?
Don't take anything from the dining room. Go in the kitchen.
Please go. And just leave your coats...
Joe, dear, will you take care of everyone?
Charlie!
I'll be right down. Well... now... hm. Now, Mr Oakley.
None for me, nor I'm sure, for my wife. But we hope you'll all forget we're here.
I'd like to propose a toast to... Isn't Charlie coming down?
She'll be down in a moment. Mrs Potter.
Not that one. Why do I make tomato? They always soak through the bread.
Try one of these. It's whole wheat bread and cream cheese. Paprika makes it pink.
- Mr Greene. - Mrs Greene, what would you like?
Thank you.
- I think I'd like to propose a toast, too. - Emmy.
To our distinguished visitor, who made the best speech heard in town for years.
To that very good fellow, Mr Oakley. - Herbie. - Thank you.
Seems like foreigners make the best talkers.
Ah, here she is. Now for my toast.
Charlie...
You're just in time for a farewell toast.
I hate to break the news to you like this, but tomorrow I must leave Santa Rosa.
- Not forever. - If that isn't the strangest coincidence.
- I'm off to San Francisco. - Charles?
Oh, Emmy darling, I didn't mean to spoil your fun tonight.
I got a letter today. I have to catch the early morning train.
I'll miss you, Emmy.
But I want you all to know I'll always think of this lovely town... as a place of hospitality and kindness... and homes... homes.
- But I can't bear it if you go, Charles. - Oh, Emmy, I'll be back.
I've arranged with Dr Phillips for our little memorial for the children.
It isn't any of the things you've done.
It's just the idea that we were together again. I'm sorry.
But you see, we were so close growing up.
And then Charles went away, and I got married, and... Then, you know how it is. You sort of forget you're you.
We'll be looking for you. We feel you're one of us, don't we, Margaret?
Indeed. I want to thank you on behalf of our club.
And bless you for your gift to our hospital.
- The children will bless you, too. - Thank you, sir.
Excuse me, sir, but I-I can hear the train coming now.
Excuse me. Better get aboard, Charles.
Alright. Goodbye, everybody. Roger, Ann, come see the train.
Come on, Charlie. You can see they get off. Alright.
I've seen berths. I've slept in two uppers and one lower with papa.
- Goodbye, Joe. - Goodbye, Charles.
- Goodbye, Emmy. - Goodbye. And don't forget to write!
I will. You write too. I'll send you my address.
Roger, what did I tell you?
Porter, there's one more bag in the other car. Will you get it, please?
Charlie, the train's going to start. I don't want to get carried away.
Maybe it's too late! Maybe I'll have to go along!
There's plenty of time. You run along, we'll follow.
Charlie.
Just a minute.
I want you to know I think you were right to make me leave.
It's best for your mother, best for all of us.
You saw what happened to her last night.
She's not very strong, you know. I don't think she could stand the shock.
- I remember once, when she was little - - The train's moving!
Listen, Charlie. I want you to forget all about me.
Forget that I ever came to Santa Rosa.
Your hands!
Let me go, Uncle Charlie! Let me go!
I've got to do this, Charlie... so long as you know what you do about me.
Not yet, Charlie. Let it get a little faster.
Just a little faster.
Faster.
Now! Santa Rosa has gained and lost a son, a son that she can be proud of.
Brave, generous, kindly. With all of the spendid dignity -
I'm glad you were able to come, Jack.
I couldn't have faced it without someone who knew.
- I did know more. I couldn't tell you. - I know.
He thought the world was a horrible place.
- He couldn't have been very happy ever. - No.
He didn't trust people. He seemed to hate them.
He hated the whole world.
You know, he said that people like us had no idea what the world was really like.
Well, it's not quite as bad as that, but sometimes it needs a lot of watching.
It seems to go crazy every now and then.
Like your Uncle Charlie.
The beauty of their souls, and characters live on with us forever.
My name is Jane Eyre...
I was born in 1820, a harsh time of change in England.
Money and position seemed all that mattered.
Charity was a cold and disagreeable word.
Religion too often wore a mask of bigotry and cruelty.
There was no proper place for the poor of the unfortunate.
I had no father or mother, brother or sister.
As a child I lived with my aunt, Mrs Reed of Gateshead Hall.
I do not remember that she ever spoke one kind word to me.
Careful, Bessie.
Come on out, Jane Eyre.
Mrs. Reed wants to see you in the drawing room.
- Go on, knock. Knock.
- Don't bully the child.
Come in.
This, Mr. Brocklehurst, is the child in question.
She's the daughter of my late husband's sister.
By an unfortunate union, which we in the family prefer to forget.
For some years she's lived in this house.
The recipient, I can clearly see, of every care... which her loving benefactress could lavish upon her.
Come here, little girl.
- What is your name?
- Jane Eyre, sir.
Well, Jane Eyre, and are you a good child?
- The less said on that subject the better.
- Indeed.
Only this morning she struck her little cousin most brutally... and without provocation.
- That isn't true!
He hit me first.
- Jane. Silence!
- John, dear, did you strike her first?
- No indeed, Mama. You did.
You knocked me down and hit my head and made it bleed!
- I did not! - You did!
- Silence!
I won't listen to your odious lies.
You see, Mr. Brocklehurst, how passionate and wicked she is.
I do indeed. Come here, child. You and I must have some talk.
No sight so sad as that of a wicked child.
Do you know where the wicked go after death?
They go to hell.
- And what is hell?
- A pit full of fire.
And should you like to fall into that pit and be burning there forever?
- No, sir.
- Then what must you do to avoid it?
I must keep in good health and not die.
But children younger than you die daily.
Only last week we buried a little child of 5.
A good little child whose soul is now in heaven.
But what of your soul?
I don't see why it shouldn't go to heaven too.
You don't see.
But others see clearly enough, do they not?
- You have heard the name of Lowood?
- No, sir.
It is a school for unfortunate orphans.
My estate lies within a mile... and as chairman of the board, I spend much time in its supervision.
Would you like to go there, little girl?
You mean not live here anymore?
I don't know what Aunt Reed would say.
It was your kind benefactress who suggested the plan.
- Do you wish to go?
- Yes, sir.
You've made a wise choice. Wiser than you know.
And now you must pray God to take away your heart of stone... and make you meek and humble and penitent.
And you may rest assured, Mrs. Reed... we shall do our best to collaborate with the Almighty.
- Bessie.
- Yes, Jane?
I never dreamt I'd get away from here till I was quite grown up.
Won't you even be sorry to leave your poor old Bessie?
What does Bessie care for me?
She's always scolding and punishing.
All the same, I am rather sorry to be leaving you.
"Rather sorry." Is that all?
And I suppose if I asked you to give me a kiss, you'd say you would rather not.
I'll kiss you, and welcome, Bessie.
You're such a strange, solitary little thing.
Here's a keepsake, Jane.
It'll help you remember me.
Come on, hurry up.
Be a good girl. And I hope you'll be happy.
Thank you, Bessie.
Goodbye, Jane.
Goodbye, Mrs. Reed! I hate you and everything about you!
I'll never come and see you again!
I'll never call you "aunt" as long as I live!
And if anyone asks me how you treated me...
I'll say you are bad and hardhearted and mean.
And the very sight of you makes me sick!
At school I shall have drawing lessons and French lessons... and history and music lessons.
And there'll be hundreds of other girls to play with.
And, uh, what's the name of this school of yours?
- It's called Lowood.
Lowood.
Here you are. She's been asleep for hours.
Right away, Bill.
I was to awaken in the morning to find my dreams of Lowood shattered.
In their place was to stand a school that was more like a prison,
Dominated by the cold, implacable cruelty of Mr. Brocklehurst.
Pupils. Observe this child.
She is yet young.
She possesses the ordinary form of girlhood.
No single deformity points her out as a marked character.
Who would believe that the evil one had already found in her a servant... and an agent?
Yet such, I grieve to tell you, is the case.
Therefore, you must be on your guard against her.
Shun her example, avoid her company, exclude her from your sports... and shut her out from your converse.
Teachers! You must watch her.
Weigh well her words and scrutinize her actions.
Punish her body to save her soul.
For it is my duty to warn you, and my tongue falters as I tell it... that this girl, this child, the native of a Christian land... no better than many a little heathen that says its prayers... to Brahma and kneels before Juggernaut.
This girl is a liar!
Let her remain on that stool. Let no one speak to her for the rest of the day.
I brought you this from supper.
Didn't you hear what he said?
He said you mustn't have anything to do with me.
Go on, take it.
I'm not bad.
I promise I'm not. - But I hate him. I hate him!
- It's wrong to hate people.
I can't help it.
I thought school would be a place where people would love me.
I want people to love me and believe in me and be kind to me.
I'd let my arm be broken if it would make anyone love me.
Or let a horse kick me. Or be tossed by a bull.
- Don't say such things.
- But I would.
Eat your bread, Jane.
O merciful Providence, who, of thy generous plenty... doth give us the abundant fruits of the field for our sustenance... grant us that though we are duly and properly grateful... for this our earthly food, yet our hearts may be more lastingly fixed... upon thy heavenly manner.
Amen.
Helen, where does that road go?
I told you before. To Bradford.
But after Bradford?
Derby, I suppose. And Nottingham and then London.
From London to Dover and across the sea to France... and then over the mountains and down to Italy... and to Florence and Rome and Madrid...
Madrid isn't in Italy, Jane.
That road goes there all the same.
And we'll drive along it one day when we're grown up, Helen... in a lovely coach and four.
And I'll have beautiful curly hair just like yours.
And I'll have read all the books in the world... and I'll play the piano and talk French almost as well as you do.
- Dreaming again, Jane?
- Oh, Dr. Rivers.
Somebody's gonna be late for inspection. Not this time.
I'll beat you there.
- Aah.
- Aah.
- Aah.
- Aah.
Aah.
That cough doesn't seem any better, Helen.
We'll have to take care of it.
- Aah.
- Aah.
- Aah.
Thank you.
You keep your schoolroom uncommonly cold, Mr. Brocklehurst.
A matter of principle, Dr. Rivers.
Our aim is not to pamper the body, but to strengthen the soul.
I should hardly have thought that a bad cough was any aid to salvation.
Then, I'm not a theologian.
Good day, sir.
If I may venture an opinion...
When I want your opinion, madam, I shall call for it.
Johnson, you poke your chin most unpleasantly.
Edwards, I insist on your holding your head up.
I will not have you stand before me in that attitude.
Miss Scatcherd! Fetch me the scissors immediately.
What, may I ask, is the meaning of this?
Why, in defiance of every precept and principle of this establishment... is this young person permitted to wear her hair in curls?
Her hair curls naturally.
Miss Scatcherd, how often must I tell you... we are not here to conform to nature?
I want these girls to be children of grace.
Please, please, sir, don't do that.
You can cut mine as much as you wish, but... Silence!
So this is the spirit that prevails at Lowood.
First vanity, and now insurrection.
It shall be rooted out.
Dr. Rivers.
I brought this oil for Helen.
I want her chest rubbed with it. Helen, doctor?
Yes, I'm concerned about her lungs.
I've spoken to Mr. Bro...
- What are they doing out in the rain?
- It was Mr. Brocklehurst's order.
Bring them in.
- What shall I say to Mr. Brocklehurst?
- You will refer Mr. Brocklehurst to me.
With your leave, Dr. Rivers, I shall offer up one more prayer.
Almighty God, look down upon this miserable sinner... and grant that the sense of her weakness... may give strength to her faith and seriousness to her repentance.
Amen.
The ways of Providence are inscrutable, Dr. Rivers.
Was it Providence that sent that poor girl in the rain?
Was it Providence that ordered her to her death?
Yes, to her death, Mr. Brocklehurst.
Helen. Helen.
Oh, I'm so glad. I heard Dr. Rivers say... - I was afraid.
- I'm not afraid, Jane.
Helen. Helen. You must be cold.
Lie down and cover yourself up.
Don't cry, Jane. I don't want you to cry.
- Are you warm now?
- Yes.
Good night, Jane.
Good night, Helen.
I do wish they hadn't cut your hair.
Helen.
Are you awake?
It's morning.
Helen!
Come, Jane. No, I want to stay here.
I want to be with Helen.
Helen isn't here. Helen's with God.
Jane, remember what you say in your prayers every day?
"Thy will be done."
Do you think you're doing God's will by giving way to despair?
God wants children to be brave and strong.
Won't you do what God wants?
- I'll try.
- That's right.
Don't forget, the harder you try, the more God will help you.
Now let me take you back. No, I can't go back.
I'll never go back. I'll run away!
Jane, you know what duty is, don't you?
Duty is what you have to do even when you don't want to do it.
I may not want to go out into a snowstorm to visit a sick child... but I know I have to go because it's my duty.
- Now, what is your duty, Jane? - I don't know.
Yes, you do, Jane.
In your heart, you know perfectly well.
Your duty is to prepare yourself to do God's work in the world.
Isn't that true?
And who can do God's work?
An ignorant woman or an educated one?
Yes, you know the answer to that.
And where can you get an education, Jane?
- Where?
- At school. So you know you have to go back to school... even though you may hate the very thought of it.
Isn't that true?
I suppose it is true.
Good, Jane.
Very good.
True, gentlemen, we had some difficulties in the beginning.
A very stiff-necked and evil child.
But Eyre has been with us 10 years.
In those 10 years, it has been granted me to plant her feet on the path of salvation.
- I suppose we ought to see her.
- I intended that you should.
Let Eyre be brought in.
I don't need to remind you of the advantages... of appointing one of our own pupils as teacher.
An outsider will have to be paid twice as much.
Eyre, this is a solemn moment.
Little did I imagine that the unregenerate child I received into this institution... would grow in 10 short years to become a teacher.
Yes, a teacher.
That is the honor which the trustees, at my recommendation... have now bestowed upon you.
Your wages will be 20 guineas per annum... from which only 10 will be withheld for lodging, spiritual instruction, laundry.
Your duties will begin on the first day of the new term.
I need detain you no longer, gentlemen.
- Good day, gentlemen, good day.
That is all, Eyre.
I cannot accept your offer, sir.
- And why not, pray?
- I do not wish to stay at Lowood.
But this is unheard of.
- The ingratitude.
- What have I to be grateful for?
- Ten years of harshness and...
- Silence!
Stiff-necked as ever.
I see that I've been sadly deceived in you.
And where, may I ask, do you intend to go?
- Out into the world, sir.
- Out into the world.
You know how the world treats paupers without friends or connections?
I intend to find a position as a governess.
- How, may I ask?
- I've advertised in a newspaper.
Oh, and doubtless you've been overwhelmed with demands for your services.
- No, sir. - And you never will be.
You have no talents, your disposition is dark and rebellious... your appearance insignificant.
It's folly to dream of such a position.
Eyre, you heard me.
I'm willing to overlook your ungracious outburst, but I warn you:
If you persist in your folly, this haven will never again be open to you.
I am leaving Lowood, sir.
Here you are, miss.
Jane, it's not every young woman that can face the world single-handed.
But you know what right is. You'll stick to it through thick and thin.
Twenty pounds is my limit.
No, no, no. Make it guineas and they're yours, lad.
Excuse me.
Could you tell me if there's anyone here... from Mrs. Fairfax at Thornfield Hall?
Not that I've heard, ma'am.
Take seat in coffee room and I'll inquire.
- Who's the young lady?
- Couldn't say. Just come in by coach.
Give her my compliments and ask her to join me in a glass of Madeira.
Yes, sir.
Gentleman over there presents his compliments... asks if you'd take a glass of summat with him.
Oh, no, thank you.
Is your name Eyre?
Yes, I'm Miss Eyre. Are you from Thornfield?
- You're not the new governess?
- Yes, I am.
- Heh, is this all your luggage?
- I'll tell Mrs. Fairfax you're here.
How do you do, my dear?
I'm afraid you've had a tedious journey.
I'm Mrs. Fairfax.
Why, your hand is like ice.
Come, I'll take you straight to your room.
We've a nice, cozy fire burning there for you... and Leah's taken the chill off the sheet with the warming pan.
You know, dear, I'm so glad you've come.
Living here with no company but the servants... it's not too cheerful, I can tell you.
I do declare, not a living creature but the butcher and the postman... has come to this house since the hard weather set in.
Shall I have the pleasure of seeing Miss Fairfax tonight?
Miss Fairfax?
Oh, you mean Miss Adele.
- Isn't she your daughter?
- Oh, gracious, no. Adele is French.
I have no family. No family at all.
That's Mr. Edward's room.
He's abroad, of course, but I always keep it ready for him.
His visits are always so unexpected and sudden.
A wanderer on the face of the earth, that's what Mr. Edward is, I'm afraid.
Mr. Edward?
Who is Mr. Edward?
Why, the owner of Thornfield, of course.
- Oh, I thought this was your house.
- Mine? Bless your soul, child.
I'm only the housekeeper.
Thornfield belongs to Mr. Edward Rochester, and little Adele is his ward.
And here is your room, my dear.
It's quite small... but I thought you'd like it better than one of the large front chambers.
Oh, it's very beautiful.
I can't understand why a gentleman with a house like this so seldom comes to it.
But you'll find, Miss Eyre... that in many ways, Mr. Edward is a strange man.
- Good night, my dear.
Bonjour, mademoiselle.
Mama had a dress like that, mademoiselle.
Only she could dance much more beautifully.
I can dance too.
- Do you wish to see?
- Now? At this very moment?
Now you speak like Monsieur Rochester.
For him it is never the right moment.
Your name's Adele, isn't it?
Do you know what I was thinking, Adele?
I was just thinking that never in my life have I been awakened so happily.
- You like that, mademoiselle?
- Very much, Adele.
A great many gentlemen and ladies came to see Mama... and I used to dance before them, or sit on their knees and sing to them.
I liked it.
- And where was that?
- In Paris. We live always in Paris.
But then when Mama had to go to the Holy Virgin...
Monsieur Rochester came and took me across the sea... in a great ship with a chimney that smoked, and I was sick.
Five, six and three?
- Do you like Monsieur Rochester?
- I've not met him yet.
This is his chair.
He sits here and stares into the fire and frowns like this:
- Is he as bad as that?
- Twice as bad. - I cannot make how bad he is.
- But I'm sure he's very kind to you.
Oh, sometimes he brings me beautiful presents.
But when he's angry, that's terrible.
And may the Holy Virgin give me grace.
And God bless Monsieur Rochester and make him polite to mademoiselle... so she will stay with me forever and ever.
- Can I do anything?
- You can stand out of the way.
- I'm sorry I frightened your horse.
- Apologies won't mend my ankle. Down, Pilot!
Well, what are you waiting for?
I can't leave until I see you're fit to ride.
Hmm, you have a will of your own. - Where are you from?
- From Mr. Rochester's house, just below.
- Do you know Mr. Rochester?
- No, I've never seen him.
- You're not a servant at the hall.
- I'm the new governess.
Oh.
You're the new governess.
Now, just hand me my whip.
Thank you. Now kindly get out of the way.
Quick, dear. Off with your things.
He's been asking to see the governess. - Who?
- Why, Mr. Rochester, of course.
Rode in on us suddenly without any warning, and in such a vile humor.
Seems he had an accident. I don't know what to do.
He won't let me send for the doctor.
Oh, my goodness, your bonnet.
Here is Miss Eyre, sir.
Well, Miss Eyre, have you no tongue?
- I was waiting until I was spoken to.
- Very proper.
Next time you see a man on a horse, don't run into the road till he's passed.
It was not deliberate.
It may not have been deliberate, it was nonetheless painful.
Sit down, Miss Eyre.
- Where do you come from?
- From Lowood Institution, sir. Lowood?
What's that?
It's a charity school.
I was there 10 years.
Ten years. You must be tenacious of life.
No wonder you have rather the look of another world.
I marveled where you got that sort of face.
When you came on me in the mist, I was thinking of fairy tales.
Half a mind to demand whether you'd bewitched my horse.
Indeed, I'm not sure yet.
- Who are your parents?
- I have none, sir.
- And your home?
- I have no home, sir.
Who recommended you here?
I advertised and Mrs. Fairfax answered the advertisement.
Heh, and you came posthaste to be here in time to throw me off my horse.
What did you learn at Lowood?
Do you play the piano?
A little.
Of course, it is the established answer.
Go into the drawing room. I mean, if you please.
Excuse my tone of command.
I'm used to saying, "Do this," and it is done.
I cannot alter my customary habits for one new inmate.
Take a candle with you, leave the door open.
Sit down at the piano and play a tune.
Enough!
You play a little, I see. Like any other English schoolgirl.
Perhaps rather better than some. But not well.
Good night, Miss Eyre.
Good night.
What sort of man was this master of Thornfield... so proud, sardonic and harsh?
Instinctively I felt that his malignant mood had its source in some cruel cross of fate.
I was to learn that this was indeed true, and that beneath the harsh mask he assumed lay a tortured soul, fine, gentle and kindly.
Too much noise, Grace. I've spoken to you before.
Did I disturb you, my dear? I'm so sorry. I had to say something to Grace Poole.
She's a person we have to do the sewing.
Not altogether unobjectionable, but she does her work.
How did you get on with Mr. Rochester, my dear?
Is he always so changeful and abrupt?
Well, he has his little peculiarities of temper, of course... but then, allowances should be made.
Why for him more than for anyone else?
Partly because that's his nature.
And partly, too, because he has painful thoughts.
- What about?
- Family troubles.
I think that's why he so seldom comes to Thornfield.
It has unpleasant associations for him.
Good night, my dear.
Good night, Mrs. Fairfax.
Monsieur Rochester is very difficult, but he brings the most beautiful presents.
Look, mademoiselle. Mademoiselle.
You see, they suit me perfectly.
A ballet dress, just like Mama used to wear.
Isn't it beautiful, mademoiselle?
- Beautiful, Adele.
- I shall wear it when I dance.
Miss Eyre. That's enough, I daresay. Miss Eyre.
I'm not fond of the prattle of children.
As you see, I'm a crusty old bachelor... and I have no pleasant associations connected with their lisp.
In this house, the only alternative is the prattle of a simple-minded old lady... which is nearly as bad.
Today I feel disposed to be gregarious... and communicative and I believe you could amuse me.
You puzzled me a great deal that first evening in the library, Miss Eyre.
I'd almost forgotten you since... but now I'm resolved to be at ease, to do only what pleases me.
It would please me now to draw you out, to learn more of you.
Sit down, Miss Eyre.
No, not further back. Down just here, where I placed it.
Uh, forward a little.
Still too far back.
I can't see you without disturbing my position in this comfortable chair... which I have no mind to do.
You examine me, Miss Eyre.
- Do you find me handsome?
- No, sir. Indeed.
I beg your pardon, I was too plain.
My answer was a mistake.
Just so, and you shall be answerable for it.
Now, then, explain.
Does my forehead not please you?
What do you tell from my head? Am I a fool?
No, sir, far from it.
Would you say it is the head of a kindly man? - Hardly that, sir.
- Very well, madam.
I am not a kindly man. Though I did once have a sort of tenderness of heart. - You doubt that?
- No, sir.
Fortune's knocked me about, kneaded me with her knuckles... till now I flatter myself I am as hard and tough as an India-rubber ball... with perhaps one small sensitive point in the middle of the lump.
- Does that leave hope for me?
- Hope of what, sir?
My retransformation from India rubber back to flesh.
You look very puzzled, young lady. And a puzzled air becomes you.
Besides, it keeps those searching eyes of yours away from my face.
You are silent, Miss Eyre.
Stubborn?
No, annoyed, and quite rightly so.
I put my request in an absurd way.
The fact is, once and for all, I do not wish to treat you as an inferior.
But I've battled through a varied experience with men of many nations... roamed over half the globe, while you've spent your whole life... with one set of people in one house.
Don't you agree that gives me a right to be masterful and abrupt?
Do as you please, sir.
You pay me 30 pounds a year for receiving your orders.
Thirty pounds?
I'd quite forgotten that, heh.
Well, heh, on that mercenary ground, won't you agree to let me hector you a little?
No, sir, not on that ground, but on the ground... that you did forget it and inquired of my feelings as an equal.
Good. Well, then. You'll let me dispense of the conventional forms... without thinking me insolent?
I should never mistake informality for insolence.
One I rather like.
The other, no freeborn person would submit to even for a salary.
Humbug.
Most freeborn people submit to anything for a salary.
- Where are you going?
- It's time for Adele's lesson.
Heh, no, young lady.
It's not for Adele that you're going. It's because you're afraid of me.
You wish to escape me.
In my presence, you are hesitant to smile gaily... or speak too freely.
- Admit that you're afraid.
- I'm bewildered, sir. But I'm certainly not afraid.
Don't I look beautiful, monsieur?
This is how Mama used to do it, is it not?
Precisely.
That's how she charmed my English gold out of my breeches pocket.
- And I shall dance for you?
- You will not. - Go straight upstairs to the nursery.
- But, monsieur...
At once. Miss Eyre. I'm not finished talking to you.
Why are you looking at me like that?
I was thinking, whatever your past misfortune... you have no right to revenge yourself on a child.
You're quite right, of course.
I was thinking only of myself, my own memories and feelings.
The fact is, nature meant me to be, on the whole, a good man.
One of the better kind.
But circumstance decreed otherwise, heh.
I was as green as you once.
Uh, grass green.
Now my spring is gone, leaving me what?
This little artificial French flower.
You may go, Miss Eyre.
Miss Eyre.
- Hope you'll be happy here at Thornfield.
- I hope so, sir. I think so.
I'm glad.
Who's there?
Mr. Rochester!
That's done it.
I think someone must've tried to kill you.
I heard footsteps along the gallery.
Shall I call Mrs. Fairfax?
What the deuce do you want to call her for?
Let her sleep. Come and sit down.
I'm going to leave you here.
Be still as a mouse.
When you came out of your room, did you see anything?
Only a candlestick on the floor. But I... I heard a door shut.
- Anything else?
- Yes. Kind of a laugh.
A kind of a laugh.
Have you heard it before?
There's a strange woman here called Grace Poole that I...
Aah, just so.
Grace Poole.
You've guessed it.
Well, I see what's to be done.
Meanwhile, say nothing about this to anyone.
Adele.
I had an awful fear.
- You see what she has?
- Poor little Adele.
Trying to console herself for my unkindness to her.
The child has dancing in her blood... and coquetry in the very marrow of her bones.
I once had the misfortune to be in love with this... and to be jealous of that.
Love's a strange thing, Miss Eyre.
You can know that a person's worthless, without heart or mind or scruple... and yet suffer to the point of torture when she betrays you.
At least I had the pleasure of putting a pistol bullet through my rival's lungs.
- And the little doll in the dancing skirt?
- We tell Adele she died. The truth isn't quite so touching.
I gave her some money and turned her out... whereupon she decamped with an Italian painter... leaving me with what she said was my daughter.
Let me light you to your room.
Well, Miss Eyre... now that you know what your pupil is... the offspring of a French dancing girl...
I suppose you'll be coming to tell me to look out for a new governess.
Adele has had so little love. I shall try to make up for it.
Are you always drawn to the loveless and unfriended?
When it's deserved.
Would you say that my life deserved saving?
I should be distressed if harm came to you, sir.
But you did save my life tonight, and I should like to thank you for it.
At least shake hands.
I knew you'd do me good in some way, sometime.
- Good night, Jane.
- Good night, sir.
Oh, Miss Eyre, isn't it terrible?
We might all have been burnt in our beds.
Where did Mr. Rochester go?
Well, he said something about a party at Millcote.
Goodness knows how long he'll be away.
One can never tell with Mr. Rochester.
It may be a day or a year or a month.
- Mrs. Fairfax? - Yes, my dear?
Did Mr. Rochester tell you how the fire started?
Why, of course.
He was reading in bed and fell asleep with the candle lit.
And the curtains took fire.
Why do you ask?
I wondered if the fire had anything to do with Mr. Rochester's leaving.
What possible connection could there be?
He said this morning that he was restless.
The house with only us here was unbearably oppressive for him.
What art thou doing here?
No one is allowed up here.
Understand? No one. Get thee down.
Had the mystery in the tower driven him madly away, just as we seemed so close together?
...Winter turned to spring and no news came, but I found a measure of escape in the happiness of Adele.
Look, mademoiselle.
Now, the moment the carriages stop... be ready to take the gentlemen's cloaks.
- Yes, madam.
- I'm glad so you're back. Mr. Rochester is so difficult.
Leah, you must be with me to take the ladies to their rooms.
Yes, madam.
Imagine not telling me how many guests he's bringing.
Just said, "Get all the best bedrooms ready and more servants from the inn."
They're coming, ma'am.
One, two, three.
Oh, dear, 15 at least. Far more than I prepared for.
- Who's that riding with Mr. Rochester?
- Why, that's Blanche Ingram, my dear.
Haven't you heard about Miss Ingram and Mr. Rochester?
She's quite an old flame of his.
It wouldn't surprise me if it came to an engagement one of these days.
Such a beautiful girl, isn't she?
Where's Miss Ingram's bath?
Coming as quickly as we can.
Adele, why aren't you in the nursery?
Mademoiselle, let me look.
No, dear, you're in the way.
Didn't I tell you that Blanche had set her cap at him?
Well, he is very romantic, and enormously rich.
Oh, Miss Eyre, Mr. Rochester wishes you... to bring Adele to the drawing room after dinner.
Oh, please send Adele by herself.
He only asked me out of politeness.
That's what I thought, and I told him you weren't used to company.
"Nonsense," he said. "if she objects, I'll come and fetch her myself."
Of course, you must wear your very best, my dear.
I think the black.
Then I got two more birds with my spare gun, heh.
Well, perhaps we'd better leave the gentlemen to their port.
They're coming, mademoiselle.
- What's your name?
- Adele.
Now, Blanche, stop teasing Mr. Rochester.
Come along, my angel. Splendid match, Sir George.
Six or 7000 a year at least.
- What a striking couple.
- Very fortunate, isn't it?
Fine shoulders, eh, Ned? Mr. Rochester, may I sing now?
I think we've had enough music.
- I thought you weren't fond of children.
- Nor am I. Run along.
What induced you to take charge of a poppet?
Where'd you pick her up?
I did not pick her up. She was left on my hands.
Well, I suppose you have a governess for her.
I saw a person with her just now.
Is she gone? Oh, no, there she is, still hiding in the corner.
You should hear Mama on the subject of governesses.
Governesses?
Don't speak to me of governesses, heh.
The martyrdom I've endured with those creatures.
The clever ones are detestable, and the others are grotesque.
- How do you do?
- Very well, sir.
Why did you not come speak to me in the drawing room?
I did not wish to disturb you, as you seemed engaged.
- What have you been doing?
- Teaching Adele, as usual.
Yes, and getting a good deal paler than you were.
What's the matter?
Nothing.
Take cold the night of the fire?
No, sir.
Go back to the drawing room.
You're leaving too early.
I'm a little tired, sir.
Yes, and a little depressed.
I'm not depressed, sir.
But I tell you, you are.
So much depressed that a few words more and there'll be tears in your eyes.
Indeed, they're there now, shining and swimming.
What devil's that?
- I wish to see Mr. Rochester.
- What name shall I say, sir?
Tell him Mr. Mason. Mr. Mason of Spanish Town, Jamaica.
Very good, sir.
Mason of Spanish Town.
I wish I were on a quiet island with only you.
Trouble and danger and hideous recollection far away.
Can I help you, sir?
If help is needed, I'll seek it at your hands.
Jane, if all the people in that room came and spat on me... what would you do?
I'd turn them out of the room if I could.
If I were to go to them and they only looked coldly at me... and dropped off and left me, one by one... what then?
Would you go with them?
I would stay with you, sir.
- To comfort me?
- Yes, sir. To comfort you as well as I could.
Edward.
I shall not be so hypocritical as to say you are welcome in this house.
Follow me, Mason.
- What is it?
What's happened?
- The noise came from down there.
- Where the devil's Edward?
- Here he is.
Edward!
Edward, you haven't been hurt, have you?
Put that pistol away, colonel. Artillery's no good for nightmares.
- Nightmares?
- That's all it was. One of the maids had a bad dream, woke up screaming.
Oh. The moral of that is don't eat toasted cheese for supper.
Now, ladies, you all go to your rooms.
Lady Ingram, you set the good example.
I declare, I'm quite disappointed.
I was so looking forward to seeing Uncle Percy shoot a robber.
Now, Blanche, less of your levity.
Good night, Edward.
Sweet dreams, my courageous Blanche.
- Jane, are you awake?
- Yes, sir.
Come out, then, quietly.
Come this way and make no noise.
You don't turn sick at the sight of blood, do you?
- I've never been tried.
- Give me your hand.
It won't do to risk a fainting fit.
Jane, what you see may shock and frighten and confuse you.
I beg you not to seek an explanation.
Don't try to understand.
Whatever the appearance, you must trust me.
Jane, I'm going to leave you in this room with this gentleman... while I fetch a surgeon.
You will sponge the blood as I do now.
If he comes to, do not speak to him on any account.
Do you understand me?
Whatever happens, do not move from here.
Whatever happens, do not open a door.
Doctor, be on the alert.
I give you half an hour for dressing the wound, getting the patient downstairs.
- Huh, I'm done for, I fear. - Nonsense.
- You've lost a little blood, that's all.
- She sank her teeth into me like a tigress.
- She said she'd drain my heart's...
- Be silent, Mason. Forget it!
- Jane.
- Yes, sir?
Go and get some things on.
Go down the back stairs, unbolt the side passage door.
You'll find a carriage waiting.
See that the driver's ready.
I shall be down in a moment.
Mason. I told you not to come up here!
- I thought I could've done some good.
- You thought, you thought!
Come, doctor, hurry. We must have him off.
I've tried so long to avoid exposure.
I shall make very certain it doesn't come now.
Take care of him, doctor.
Don't let him leave your house until he's quite well.
- Edward.
- Well, what is it?
Let her be taken care of.
Let her be treated as tenderly as may be.
I do my best, and have done it and will do it.
Jane, come here a few minutes where there's some freshness.
That house is a dungeon, a sepulcher.
Here, everything is fresh, real... and pure.
You've passed a strange night, Jane. You're a little pale.
Mr. Rochester, will Grace Poole live here still?
Yes, Grace Poole will stay.
- After last night?
- Don't ask for explanations.
Believe me when I tell you there are reasons for it. Good reasons.
You're my little friend, Jane, aren't you?
I like to serve you, sir, in everything that's right.
If I asked you to do something you thought was wrong, what then?
My little friend would turn to me, very quiet and pale, and say:
"Oh, no, sir, that's impossible."
Am I right?
Jane, I want you to use your fancy.
Suppose yourself a boy... a thoughtless, impetuous boy indulged from childhood upwards.
Imagine yourself in some remote foreign land.
Conceive that you there commit a capital error.
One that cuts you off from the possibility of all human joys.
In your despair, you wander about vainly... seeking contentment in empty pleasure.
Then suddenly... fate offers you the chance of regeneration... and true happiness.
Are you justified in overleaping the obstacles of mere custom?
Tell me, Jane, are you justified?
How can I answer, sir?
Every conscience must come to its own decision.
But it can't come to a decision.
If you're afraid that you may bring shame to what you most cherish... or destroy what you most desire to protect.
Oh, Jane, don't you curse me for plaguing you like this? - Curse you?
No, sir.
- Give me your assurance on that.
Cold fingers.
They were warmer last night.
Jane, will you watch with me again?
Whenever I can be useful.
For instance, the night before I'm married. Will you sit with me then?
- Are you going to be married, sir? - Sometime. Why not?
What makes you think he's in the stable?
You think no one will have me. You're wrong.
You don't know these young ladies of fashion.
They may not admire my person, but I assure you, they dote on my purse.
- Good morning, Edward.
By rights, I should scold you for running off like this.
- A correct host entertains his guests.
My dear Blanche, when will you learn?
I never was correct, nor ever shall be.
Very pretty, partner. - Splendid. - Thank you.
Edward, I'm so glad you've made up your mind... to come to London with us tomorrow.
I didn't know.
- Of course, how very appropriate.
- What now, Edward?
- Put the red ball in the top pocket.
Edward, does that person want you?
I'm sorry, sir, I did not know you were occupied.
Very good, Miss Eyre.
I'm sure the ladies will excuse me.
Governesses, Mama.
I'm sorry, but I understood you were leaving in the morning... and I wished to ask you for a reference.
What the deuce do you want a reference for?
- To get a new place, sir. - Hmm.
You as good as told me that you were going to be married.
Yes, what then?
In which case, Adele ought to go to school.
To get her out of my bride's way... who otherwise might walk over her rather too emphatically?
Some sense in your suggestion, Jane.
Adele, as you say, must go to school.
And you must go to the devil, is that it? I hope not, sir.
Unless it's the devil who answers my advertisement. Advertisement?
You mean you've been advertising?
- Not yet, sir, but I shall. - You'll do nothing of the kind.
Time comes for you to get a new situation, I'll get one for you.
Do you hear?
Very well, sir. Goodbye, Mr. Rochester.
Goodbye, Miss Eyre.
Jane. Is that all?
Seems stingy to my notion.
Dry and unfriendly.
Won't you do more than just say goodbye?
Well, I'll... I'll shake hands, sir.
Oh, you'll shake hands?
Goodbye, Jane.
It is a beautiful place, your Thornfield.
Well, as a dungeon, it serves its purpose. - Dungeon?
Why, it's a paradise.
- Huh.
Though, of course, if one lived here... one would have to have a house in London, wouldn't one?
A little apartment in Paris... - ...perhaps a villa on the Mediterranean.
- How delightful that would be.
But Thornfield would always be there as a retreat from the world.
A green haven of peace and love. Love?
Who's talking of love?
All a fellow needs is a bit of distraction.
A houseful of beautiful women to keep him from brooding on his woes.
Peering too closely into mysteries of his heart, heh. - That is, if he has a heart.
- Hmm.
And sometimes I wonder, Edward, if you really have one.
Have I ever done anything to make you believe I have? - If so, it was unintentional.
- Are you never serious?
Never more than at this moment, except when I'm eating dinner.
You can be revoltingly coarse at times.
- Can I ever be anything else?
- Can you?
Would I have come if you couldn't? Heh, that's a very nice point.
Would you or would you not?
Let's begin by considering the significant facts of the case first.
Mr. Rochester is revoltingly coarse and as ugly as sin.
- Allow me, my dear.
I repeat, as ugly as sin.
Secondly, he flirts, but is careful never to talk about love or marriage.
This is the third point.
...Lady Ingram is impoverished... whereas the revolting Mr. Rochester has an assured income of 8000 a year.
Now, in view of all this, what is the attitude... that Miss Blanche may be expected to take?
From my experience, I'd surmise that she'd ignore the coarseness, et cetera...
- ...till Mr. R is hooked. - How dare you... - No, no.
No horseplay.
- I've never been so insulted in my life.
Insulted?
I merely paid the compliment of being completely honest.
Mr. Rochester, you are a boor and a cur.
I thought you'd gone.
I changed my mind. Or rather, the Ingram family changed theirs.
Why are you crying?
I was thinking about having to leave Thornfield.
You've become quite attached to that foolish little Adele, haven't you?
- To that simple old Fairfax.
- Yes.
- You'd be sorry to part with them?
- Yes, sir.
It's always the way in this life.
No sooner have you got settled in a pleasant place, you're to move on.
I told you, I shall be ready when the order comes.
It's come now.
Then it's settled?
All settled. Even about your future situation.
You've found a place for me?
Yes, Jane, I have. In the west of Ireland.
You'll like Ireland, I think. They're such warm-hearted people there.
- It's a long way off, sir.
- From what, Jane?
From England and from Thornfield.
Well...
And from you, sir.
Yes, Jane, it's a long way.
When you get there, I shall probably never see you again.
We've been good friends, Jane, haven't we?
- Yes, sir.
- Even good friends may be forced to part.
Let's make the most of what time has left us.
Let us sit here in peace.
Even though we should be destined never to sit here again.
Sometimes I have a queer feeling with regard to you, Jane.
Especially when you are near me, as now.
It's as if I had a string somewhere under my left rib.
Tightly and inextricably knotted to a similar string situated... in a corresponding corner of your little frame.
And if we should have to be parted... that cord of communion would be snapped... and I have the nervous notion I should take to bleeding inwardly.
As for you, you'd forget me.
That I never will, sir.
You know that. I see the necessity of going, but it's like looking on the necessity of death.
Where do you see that necessity?
- In your bride.
- What bride?
- But you will have.
- Yes, I will. I will.
Do you think I could stay here to become nothing to you?
Do you think because I'm poor and obscure and plain... that I'm soulless and heartless?
I have as much soul as you, and fully as much heart.
And if God had gifted me with wealth and beauty...
I should've made it as hard for you to leave me as...
As it is now for me to leave you.
There, I've spoken my heart, now let me go.
Jane.
Jane, you strange, almost unearthly thing.
- You, that I love as my own flesh.
- Don't mock me.
I have no love for Blanche. It's you I want.
Answer me, Jane, quickly.
Say, "Edward, I'll marry you." Say it, Jane. Say it.
- I want to read your face.
- Read quickly. Say, "Edward, I'll marry you."
Edward, I'll marry you.
God pardon me.
All my doubts, and all the grim shadows that hung over Thornfield seemed to vanish... shattered like the riven chestnut-tree.
I loved and I was loved.
Every sun-lit hour I looked forward to love's fulfillment.
Jane, what do you think you're doing?
Teaching Adele, as usual.
As usual as a new heaven and a new Earth... and you go on teaching Adele as usual.
What is wrong with that?
Because I'm going to marry mademoiselle and take mademoiselle to the moon... and find a cave and mademoiselle will live with us there forever.
You approve?
Monsieur, there's no one I'd rather you marry. Not even Mrs. Fairfax.
And some of that. And a length of the scarlet.
And a length of the scarlet, and some of the gold silk.
Here you are, milady, half a guinea each way.
That's 55 and a tenner.
Tell your fortune, milord? - Go away!
- Let me read the pretty lady's future.
The pretty lady's going to marry me. We shall make our future ourselves.
I require and charge ye both... as ye will answer at the dreadful day of judgment... when the secrets of all hearts shall be disclosed... that if either of you know any impediment... why you may not lawfully be joined in matrimony... ye do now confess it.
For be ye well assured that if any persons are joined together otherwise... then as the word of God doth allow, then are they not joined by God... nor is their matrimony lawful.
Edward Rochester, wilt thou have this woman to be thy wedded wife?
One moment, please.
I declare the existence of an impediment.
- Proceed with the ceremony.
Mr. Rochester has a wife now living.
- Who are you?
- My name's Briggs. I'm an attorney.
Mr. Mason, on the 20th of October, 1824...
Edward Rochester of Thornfield Hall was married to Bertha Mason... at St. Mary's Church, Spanish Town, Jamaica.
The record of the marriage will be found in the register of that church.
It's true, it's true! I swear it.
She's living at Thornfield. I've seen her there myself.
I'm her brother.
Parson, close your book. There'll be no wedding today.
Instead, I invite you all to my house to meet Grace Poole's patient... my wife.
To the right about, every one of you!
Away with your congratulations.
They are 15 years too late.
That, gentlemen, is my wife.
Mad, and the offspring of a mad family... to whom the church and law bind me forever, without hope of divorce.
And this is what I wish to have.
This young girl who stands so grave and quiet at the mouth of hell.
Look at the difference and then judge me.
Jane.
Jane, I did not even know her.
I was married at 19 in Spanish Town to a bride already courted for me.
But I married her, gross, groveling, mole-eyed blockhead that I was.
Jane, hear me.
I suffered all the agonies of a man bound to a wife... at once intemperate and unchaste.
I watched her excesses drive her at last into madness.
Then I brought her back to England, to Thornfield.
Jane, I did everything that God and humanity demanded.
Then I fled from this place.
My fixed desire was to find a woman I could love.
A contrast to the Fury I left here.
And what did I find?
A French dancing girl, a Viennese milliner... a Neapolitan countess with a taste for jewelry.
Back to England I rode again, in sight of Thornfield.
Someone was walking there in the moonlight.
A strange little elfin-like creature.
It frightened my horse and then came up and gravely offered me help.
I was to be aided, and by that hand.
And then later that evening...
Do you remember, Jane?
- Say you remember.
- I remember.
...you came into that room.
And yet how readily and roundly you answered my questions.
And then you smiled at me.
That moment, I knew I'd found you.
- Jane, can you not forgive me?
- I do forgive you.
And you still love me?
I do love you, with all my heart.
I can say it now, since it's for the last time.
Do you mean to go one way in the world and let me go another?
Stay with me, Jane.
We'd be hurting nobody.
We should be hurting ourselves.
Would it be so wicked to love me? Would it?
I could crush you between my hands... but your spirit would still be free.
Jane, you are going?
I am going, sir.
You will not be my comforter?
My rescuer? My deep love?
My frantic prayer? Are they nothing to you?
God bless you, my dear master.
God keep you from harm and wrong.
Jane. Jane. Jane.
Going nowhere, I had nowhere to go.
Without references, I could not find employment.
I knew hunger and unsheltered nights.
At last old memories, rather than my will, drew me back to Gateshead Hall... to Bessie, who had once been kind to me.
- Bessie.
- Yes, I'm Bessie.
If you're looking for work, we haven't got no work for no one nowadays.
You look poorly, lass.
If you're cold, you're welcome to sit by the fire.
Sit down, lass.
Uh, where'd you get that brooch?
You gave it to me, Bessie. Jane.
Jane Eyre.
A grown young lady, and you were such a tiny thing... no higher than a broomstick.
Oh, Miss Jane.
That's your poor aunt.
Don't tell Aunt Reed I'm here, or cousin John, or anyone.
Master John isn't here anymore.
As soon as he was of age, he was off to London.
Gambling, that's what it was.
Thousands and thousands of pounds the missus paid for him.
She had to shut up most of the house and turn off other servants.
But still he kept plaguing her for money.
Then last summer he killed himself, Miss Jane.
Found him hanging in his room... and the cards still on the table where they'd played.
When they told the missus, she had a kind of stroke.
Wandering-like, in her mind.
- Is that you, Bessie?
- Yes, ma'am.
Who are you?
Go away.
I'm Jane, Aunt Reed.
Jane Eyre.
Jane Eyre.
Nobody could know the trouble I've had with that child.
A little pauper brat that should've been in the workhouse.
Jane.
Jane Eyre.
Oh.
Oh, don't leave me, Jane.
Please don't leave me.
I won't leave you.
No, sir, missus can't see nobody.
She's been ill for months. Oh, I'm sorry.
I wanted to make some inquiries about a niece of hers, Miss Eyre.
- Would you wait inside a moment, sir? - Thank you.
Thank you.
- A gentleman to see you. - I don't want to see him.
- I don't want to see anyone. - Don't be foolish.
You can't live alone like the man in the moon.
I'll sit with the missus. Run along, now. He's waiting.
- How did you know I was here?
I didn't.
I was trying to find you.
I received an inquiry about you the other day.
You didn't stay in that place you went to very long, did you?
Didn't you like it?
What happened?
I had to leave. Forgive me.
It's no business of mine.
All the same, I do feel obliged to ask you about this letter.
It comes from a lawyer in Millcote.
Writes to me as the person who you gave as reference... when you went to Thornfield.
That's near Millcote, isn't it?
A client of his wants to know your whereabouts.
You know who's inquiring for you?
Jane, if you don't want me to talk about this anymore, I won't.
- Thank you, Dr. Rivers. - It's for you to say.
Or would you rather I didn't answer it at all?
That's much better.
Thank you very much, sir.
Thirty shillings. Thirty-five bob. Anyone for 35?
Going at £2.
Going, going. Take it away, Bill.
Jane.
Jane.
Jane.
It seemed to cry of a soul in pain, and appeal so wild and urgent that I knew I must go, and go quickly.
Only when I knew what had happened to him... only when I had looked once more upon that tortured face... could I make my decision.
It was she who did it, Miss Eyre.
She struck down Grace Poole as she slept.
And then she set fire to Thornfield.
It was her laugh in the gallery that woke me.
I ran into the nursery and wrapped Adele in a shawl and carried her down.
And as we came out into the courtyard, I heard her laugh again.
I looked up, and there she was on the roof... laughing and waving her arms above the battlements.
Mr. Edward saw her as he came out.
He did not say anything... but went straight back into the house to try to save her.
All this side of the house was blazing.
There was smoke everywhere.
Then it cleared.
And suddenly we saw Mr. Edward behind her on the battlements.
She saw him too.
He came towards her to help her down.
She stood very still for a moment.
And just as he seemed to reach her, she gave a dreadful scream... and ran from him to the edge.
The next moment, she lay smashed on the pavement before us.
She was dead, Miss Eyre.
Mr. Edward?
The great staircase fell in as he was coming down.
- Mrs. Fairfax?
- Yes, sir?
What the deuce are you doing in this part of the house?
- Adele is waiting for her supper.
- Yes, sir.
Here, Pilot.
Who's there?
Who are you?
I've come back, sir.
Edward. Edward.
Her very fingers, huh?
Her small, soft fingers.
Her hair.
Her little flower-soft face.
- And her heart too, Edward.
- Jane.
All you can feel now is mere pity.
- I don't want your pity.
- Edward.
You can't spend your life with a mere wreckage of a man.
You're young and fresh. You ought to get married.
Don't send me away.
Please don't send me away.
You think I want to let you go?
As the months went past, he came to see the light once more... as well as to feel its warmth.
To see first the glory of the sun and then the mild splendor of the moon... and at last the evening star.
And then one day, when our first-born was put into his arms... he could see that the boy had inherited his own eyes as they once were.
Large, brilliant and black.
The Friends of Vittorio De Sica Association presents
THE CHILDREN ARE WATCHING US
Restored Version of 2000
THE CHILDREN ARE WATCHING US
Directed by VITTORIO DE SICA
How many times have I told you:
Don't leave your bike in the courityard!
You just don't listen!
Good morning, Mrs. Resta.
Have I made myself clear?
Mrs. Nina.
Mommy doesn't want to go to the movies.
I'm sorry I didn't let you know.
I want to take Pricò out for some fresh air.
Very well. Have a nice day.
I've been doing nothing but singing serenades beneath the window of Gabriella, my fiancée.
Gabriella is in love with me.
- She's in love with me!
With both of us, then.
Well, we can't both marry her.
There's no room for three here.
No, one of us is headed for the other world.
Bon voyage.
- That remains to be seen.
En garde!
Take one.
- Darn you!
- Grasp the hilt!
Look there.
Finally you're dead.
I'm going to call on my beloved.
- The money!
- Maria.
Quick, silly girl!
- My love, you're my hero.
- My little puppet.
- Shall we dance a tarantella?
- Yes, let's.
- Mommy.
- What is it, Pricò?
Is that a bicycle bell?
Yes.
Okay, go and have fun.
Just be careful, okay?
- Can I ride it?
- No.
Can I put my foot on it?
Okay, just your foot.
That's enough.
As you can see, I can no longer come to your house.
How could I bear to see you with him?
But I can't live like this either.
What about me?
How can I bear it, Roberito?
Nina, can you live without me?
I can't live without you either.
What are we waiting for?
We don't have to decide today.
Today, Nina.
Today.
I got a job in Genoa.
I'm leaving tonight.
I already bought tickets.
I got one for you too.
- Will you be here tomorrow?
- No, I'm going to the movies.
A little courage.
That's all it takes.
Good morning, Pricò.
Well, thank you.
Thank you very much, Mr. Roberito.
I'm sorry. It's late.
We have to go home.
It was such a pleasure running into you.

Say good-bye to Mr. Roberito.
- Mommy, are you crying?
- No, why would I be?
When there's a condominium board meeting, you're just not yourself.
I can't miss it.
Mr. Ponti insists, and they won't starit without me.
Besides, I have to protect my own interests, don't I?
He makes a mess, and I have to clean it up.
What are they waiting for?
Are you coming or not?
- His hands were dirity.
- You know they won't starit without me.
You're right. I'm sorry.
No need to apologize.
They'll just have to wait.
Did you have fun at the movies?
- I took him to the park.
- Weren't you going with Mrs. Resta?
It was such a lovely day.
I saw the puppet show.
- Did you enjoy it?
- Yes.
- Don't you like it?
- I'm not hungry.
He soils the tablecloth, she doesn't like anything, and the boy stuffs himself with bread.
Agnese...
So the question of the garbage has been resolved.
What else is on the agenda?
The elevator.
I can't go on depleting my salary just to maintain the elevator.
I curse the day I bought a condominium unit.
Goodness!
Go and live in a tenement, then.
Let's confront this problem with the elevator once and for all.
Let's say no more trips going down and be done with it.
Silence, please!
Let's vote on it.
One floor at a time.
A majority carries it. First floor?
I say it should go both up and down.
- Good evening, sir.
- I see we're discussing the elevator.
Sorry I'm late.
- It's nothing.
My friends, on the eighth floor we have it worst of all.
But abolishing the use of the elevator for trips going down would save us a considerable amount, which is imporitant these days.
For 25 lire a month, you're all such misers.
- Who are you calling a miser?
- Misers.
Angel of God... my guardian... watch over me.
You who were sent to me...
You who were sent to me... from the heavens so blue...
And pink.
Aren't you going to give me a kiss?
Can we go see the puppet show again tomorrow?
Yes, darling. Tomorrow.
Put the cloth back on.
He'll drive us all crazy.
I'll put my tie on and go.
Is it Sunday, Daddy?
Why?
You're not going to the office.
No, it's not Sunday.
I'm going to the office.
It's already 9:30.
I'll make up some excuse for my boss.
Was Mommy here with you last night?
Yes, Daddy.
- Did she tuck you in?
- Yes.
How could she have -
Excuse me, sir.
I wanted to ask Mrs. Nina for some matches.
Here you go.
I didn't want to bother you, but your wife is always so kind to me.
Isn't she home?
Think nothing of it, ma'am.
It's no bother.
Thank you.
- Who was it?
- Mrs. Resta.
Mommy isn't here.
She's gone.
When?
She's gone.
Perhaps she's visiting relatives.
She ran off.
No need for speculation.
She ran off.
In a few hours, I'll know where she's gone.
You know something, then.
Everything.
You can't keep anything from me.
- What about him?
Who?
The husband?
We were just talking, but we didn't really say much.
- Who?
- He's really a nice boy.
It doesn't go down, sir.
You voted for it.
We were talking about your son.
Of course.
He's such a dear boy.
Agnese.
The boy can't stay here.
Take him to his aunt's.
- This style has no ribs.
- Really?
It allows total freedom of movement.
Try it, Mrs. Mancini.
I'm on my way.
- Make sure they pay you.
- What if they don't?
- How much is it?
- For you, 480.
Then don't give them the corset.
That's really excessive.
It's a special price for you.
This is a new line.
And it's so flattering on you.
You'll look so slim.
Go on, slowpoke.
I'm going, I'm going.
What a pain.
- Is Mrs. Berelli in?
- In the other room.
Excuse me, ma'am.
- The master sent me... because -
What's happened?
He'd like you to keep the child.
He'll pick him up tonight.
- What about my sister?
- Mommy's gone.
- Ma'am, how much is it in satin?
- 630.
Highway robbery.
- When did she leave?
- Last night.
The master was at a condo board meeting, and I was asleep.
Then she must have planned -
I never would have thought.
So it's really -
Ma'am, I'll keep my own after all.
It's more flattering.
As you wish, ma'am.
Good day.
Didn't she leave a note or anything?
Actually, I think -
Couldn't that blessed woman have -
Girls, keep him enteritained.
Come with me.
You'll have fun with us.
Sit down.
She's always been a romantic, ever since she was a child.
And that poor man at home?
Couldn't she leave him a note?
Nothing!
That foolish girl.
Did she have to leave?
What about him?
- What time is it?
- 4:00.
I'm so sleepy.
- Why are you so sluggish today?
- I saw Gino last night.
No offense, but how can you go out with a guy like him?
You wish you had a guy like him.
- What did you do?
- You know, he has -
He has a little aparitment.
He used the usual lines.
"It's just for half an hour.
No one will see you."
- I don't like him.
- Shut up.
Did you go with him?
- Of course.
- What time did you get home?
- This morning.
I can't help it.
I just don't like him.
- You don't like anyone.
- Well, I don't like him.
Good night.
I'm sorry, but this is a rush job.
Please, sit down.
It's unbelievable.
Unbelievable.
Who would ever have thought -
You never expect something like this to happen.
- She didn't come here?
- No, I told you on the phone.
But did you... know anything?
Me?
How could I have known?
And what about you?
Are you sure you did everything in your power to make her happy?
You trying to say it's my fault?
Are you ready, dear?
Excuse me.
- Come in.
I'm running a little late.
Family business.
I'll be done in a minute.
Would you wait in here a moment?
Of course.
All right, I understand!
I get it!
Come on.
We're going to Grandma's.
I know how you feel, poor man.
What's going on?
Nina ran off with Roberito.
That's all.
Scoundrels!
- Where's the child?
- I thought he'd be here by now.
And where have you been?
At the drugstore.
The drugstore?
What for?
Your medicine.
You got it for me yesterday!
I just thought-
How often do I have to tell you not to leave him alone for a second?
Go find him!
What a nuisance!
Sixteen lire.
What a nuisance this boy is.
- Naughty boy, you ran off.
- You're the one who ran off.
You'll hear from your grandmother now.
- Don't turn around in the street.
- Then why did you?
That's just dandy.
Look at the state you're in.
It's unbelievable, the way you've been raised.
What was your mother doing all day, with a maid and everything?
I don't have a maid, even in my condition!
Well, enough said.
Your father brought you to me.
Things will be different here.
I want to live in peace.
You understand?
I want to live in peace.
Can I play in the haystack again tomorrow?
Yes, but you have to go to sleep right away, okay?
- Aren't you gonna give me a kiss?
- If you promise to go to sleep.
Paolina?
Imagine huriting a girl who's been so devoted to him.
He could have killed her.
How do you feel?
- It hurits.
Come now, don't exaggerate.
It's nothing, Andrea.
A little scrape.
You were right to punish him.
You should have stayed in bed!
But I'm sure -
I'm sure that, as far as the flowerpot goes, he didn't do it on purpose.
No, he's a strange little boy.
At your age you weren't like him, believe me.
Some kids take after their fathers, and some after their mothers.
Mother dear, even if it was a mistake...
I married her.
And I don't want - with all due respect - to hear her spoken of - especially in front of -
Are you defending her?
Enough.
Would you prefer cheese or ham?
Neither, Daddy. I want water.
More water?
You didn't eat any breakfast either.
I'm not hungry, Daddy.
You're feverish.
Do you feel sick, son?
Are you cold?
I didn't mean to hurit Paolina.
How do you feel, Pricò?
Water, Daddy.
I'll give you some water.
I want to live in peace!
How do you feel, darling?
Why are you wearing your hat?
The people he was with - It's a miracle he's still alive.
When they brought him home, I thought he'd burn up from fever.
Why don't you take off your hat?
Mommy can't stay with us.
Daddy doesn't want me to.
What if I say I want you to?
Who do you think you are?
The master of the house?
If Mommy leaves, I'm going with her.
Mommy's going to the store now.
She'll get you some wonderful toy soldiers.
Don't leave.
Take your hat off.
...to the movies.
- Yes, dear.
What are you doing here?
Do you mean to drive me from my own house?
Is that what you want?
Out with it.
Let me come home.
I thought you might come back.
Not for my sake, of course.
But I want you to know that this wretch of a man is only letting you stay... for his sake.
Like my trumpet?
When can we leave?
Very good.
And now we'll play an even better game, the blacksmith game.
I don't want to play blacksmith with you.
Everything's fine.
I'm so relieved.
- But what's wrong with you, ma'am?
- Why? I'm fine.
You seem changed.
Is something the matter?
What a fatty!
Fority-two pounds.
Forty-four pounds.
Thank heavens.
You had me frightened.
Ten days ago he weighed just 42.
I haven't been by because I didn't know how your husband would react.
Perhaps it's better this way.
Yes, dear, go see the horses.
He still hasn't spoken a word to me.
What about you and your business?
Once summer begins, just look how they dress.
Listen, I wasn't going to tell you, but I just have to.
Roberito arrived yesterday.
He came to see me, of course.
He asked me to have you over.
He absolutely must see you.
He keeps saying,
"I just have to see her for five minutes."
We've broken up so many times.
And each time, a minute was enough to starit over again.
If he loves me, he should understand and leave me alone.
I finally found the strength to stop seeing him.
He should find that strength too.
The poor boy.
He's already up to 46.
See, I was right.
Back to normal weight in one month.
- What does he weigh?
- Fority-six.
Thank goodness.
We can be thankful.
We can consider ourselves lucky.
Agnese, get me the old wire cutters.
- I want to help you.
- All right, but don't touch anything.
I must talk to you about something.
We have to give the boy 25 lire.
Make it... 30.
Tomorrow's the 10th.
He should buy flowers for Mother's Day.
We've done it every year.
He should buy her flowers this year too.
Thank goodness.
No bread!
Happy Mother's Day.
- Happy Mother's Day.
- Thank you.
You remembered.
Sit down.
- Andrea.
- I bought it.
Yes, Pricò insisted.
Thank you, but it's too nice.
190,480.
125,600.
412.
What color tie would you wear with a blue suit, brown or red?
Andrea!
Brown would just kill the blue.
Pearl-gray or -
Either pearl-gray or a very light blue.
Those are your only options.
Good day, sir.
The classic shades.
230,040.
35,400.
Where's your mommy?
Mommy's not home.
Tell her I have to speak to her.
Mommy's not here.
Why have you come?
I went to your sister's yesterday.
Didn't she tell you?
I want nothing more to do with this.
The child is here. Go away.
You shouldn't show up like this at the homes of decent -
If you don't respect me, at least show respect for others.
I can't have respect for anyone.
I have to speak to you.
Pricò, give me a minute.
The gentleman will be leaving soon.
Go and play in the other room.
I found the strength to stop seeing you, and you must find it too.
- But why?
- Why?
I haven't forgotten what we had, but how can I forget that I'm a mother?
How can I leave this house?
Agnese.
I'm not going back without you.
I don't care if-
You've gone mad, Roberto.
- I'm fighting for my life.
- And what about mine?
My life is here, with my child.
- The child was here two years ago.
You said yes to me then.
Didn't you love me?
Didn't you run away with me?
And weren't we happy?
Then why ruin my life now?
Go away!
My baby!
Did you hurit yourself?
I ask your advice because you're so experienced.
I'd like a nice beach where my wife could meet new people.
Here in Rome she keeps running into acquaintances.
If you really want to make your wife happy, Alassio's the place.
My time there was sublime.
- That's a little far.
Hotels close to Rome cost the same as in Rome.
The difference comes down to 200 lire more for the trip.
What's 200 lire?
But we'd need evening wear and all that.
My wife's not one for a lot of commotion and fancy affairs.
But that's the whole point.
Ah, the social whirl - the things people do in its name.
Perhaps a little elegance is called for.
- It is indeed.
Are you working overitime?
- Yes.
Idiots.
You're all better now, Pricò, aren't you?
I'm here, sweethearit.
Mommy's always here with you.
Were you frightened?
It's all over now.
Don't say anything to Daddy.
No, I won't say anything to him.
END OF PART ONE
PART TWO
Hold still just one more second.
Come on, no whining.
Don't be afraid.
Get that head underwater!
Did you hear what Daddy said?
She nearly died laughing, Dada.
She practically fell into my arms.
I refuse to believe it.
I know Lalla too well.
And yet after a mere two days, she was totally smitten.
Peppi, you're such a bad boy.
Come on, Bobi.
You've made great progress, I see.
Good morning.
- Peppi, where's my son?
- Taking a shower.
Ulrico!
Leave me alone!
I'm not coming with you!
And his father always blames me.
Claudio, why don't you call Giuliano for a little get-together?
No, that annoying Nani is here.
Him and his narcissistic ways.
Dada, we could have one of our games.
We could offer a prize.
Guess who just got here.
Who?
Tell me.
Mimi!
What a bore!
Good day.
Let's go, Pricò.
- Don't try that with me.
- A peach.
You could have come quicker.
I only have two hands.
A peach as pretty as the lady.
There'll be an extra charge.
Fine. And some wine.
Their prices are sky-high to starit with, yet they charge extra for one more piece of fruit?
Could I have some warm water with a twist of lemon?
Sir, this morning after breakfast there will be no resting.
We have work to do with our bocce!
- At your service, champion.
Don't count your chickens yet.
The score will be tallied at the end.
Then we'll see who's the champion.
That's a laugh!
Professor Marangoni, in Bologna, Parma or Reggio Emilia,
I'm always the top dog!
No dialect!
Speak Italian!
- I'm number one.
- Good for you, Federico.
We'll see about that.
Good for you, Professor!
Good for the professor
Always a professor He'll beat the Bolognese
He'll beat the Bolognese, no matter how long they play
Let's hear it for the professor
They're all just jealous.
They're so annoying.
I'll see them on the bocce courit.
I don't think Parma, Bologna or Modena ever saw such a shot.
Braggarit. I'll learn ya good.
- Speak Italian.
- I'll show you.
These balls are charmed.
Just a minute, Professor.
It's my turn.
- Have a nice walk.
- Thank you.
- May I ask a favor of you?
- Of me?
- I'd like the madam's address.
- What for?
Because... there's something very imporitant I have to tell her.
You can tell it to me.
I can't give out her address.
I have very strict orders not to give it out.
To anyone.
All right. It doesn't matter.
You and Pricò could stay on a few more days, don't you think?
No, we've spent so much already.
So what?
You've enjoyed yourself, and that's all that matters.
I'm leaving tomorrow.
You can join me later.
It's the inseparable pair.
Please, don't get up.
Tomorrow I'm afraid we will be separating.
But that's unacceptable.
A true betrayal.
You're abandoning us so soon?
Duty calls.
But my wife and son are staying.
Your wife is staying?
Will you allow us to take her under our wing?
That's very nice of you.
I'd be honored.
Good day.
Dada, the people you befriend!
It's not for me.
One must think of one's friends once in a while.
She's very attractive.
All aboard.
Hands inside, please.
All aboard.
I forgot to tip the doorman.
Give him about 30 lire.
And you make sure Agnese put my fox fur in moth balls.
I'll take care of it.
And you, Pricò, be a little gentleman with your mother.
Take her on long walks.
See that she rests after lunch.
Take her to the movies - just as if I were here.
I'm leaving a little man behind, not a child, right?
Good-bye, darling. Think of me.
Of course.
Will you write?
How long will you be in Savona?
Two weeks.
Excuse me, miss.
Pricò, these 10 lire are for you to spend.
Don't go back there.
Good-bye, Nina. See you soon.
My regards to everyone.
Mr. Maritini, Mrs. Vigo, everyone!
Professor Marangoni!
Pricò, be a good boy!
THURSDAY AT 9:00 P. M., WORLD- FAMOUS PROFESSOR GABRIELLI
WILL PERFORM FEATS OF MAGIC, TELEPATHY AND SLEIGHT OF HAND.
After my scientific experiments,
I'll perform some sleight of hand for the delight of the little ones and grown-ups alike.
Please verify that there is absolutely nothing inside.
What a bore!
We'll give the second hat to this gentleman with such an intelligent expression.
He'll be able to tell if any trick is involved.
Her husband had barely left when she kicked up her heels.
See for yourselves.
Don't take my word for it.
- What a bore!
- A little old-fashioned fun can't hurit.
- Enjoying yourself, ma'am?
- Very much.
Please bring your top hats back to the magician.
Go away, little boy.
Get out of here.
Good thing I didn't bring my dog.
He'd have torn the pigeons to pieces.
Really?
What did I tell you?
One night, I took him -
I took him to a parity at Luciano's.
You can imagine what mayhem ensued.
Dada?
- What?
Remember when I took my dog to Luciano's?
I'll bring him one night.
I'm sure you'll love him.
He's such a baby.
I've spoiled him.
I let him get away with murder.
In love, too...
I'm very giving.
Nina, dance with Mimi.
Ulrico, you boys go off and play.
- Giuliana, organize a supper for later.
- Yes, dear.
I have a penthouse in Roma that's so much fun.
Careful, Nina.
Mimi's a dangerous man.
Like a steamroller.
You're so silly, Dada.
Go on. You're wonderful!
I envy you.
You've found some peace.
- You don't know what you're saying.
- Perhaps it's best this way.
After last night, I wrote my office and said
I'd take my old job back if they'd have me.
I'll go back and work in Genoa.
- That's a good idea.
What do you care about me and my life anyway, what I do or don't do?
Just a few weeks have erased your memory.
I know you haven't forgotten me.
It's not over between us, is it?
Roberito, don't toriture me like this.
You said you're leaving Monday.
There's three days left.
Let me see you these three days.
They'll fly by.
Then we'll leave it to God's will.
But for now, let me -
I love you, Nina.
I love you.
Why didn't you make the same flavor ice cream as yesterday?
This is better. Hold on.
Here.
Why aren't you at the beach?
Are you sick?
No, Mommy didn't take me.
Want to come play with me?
I'm bored all by myself.
Go play in the garden with Francesco.
Don't forget my words
I'm dying of love for you
You're so beautiful with that dark tan.
Whereas I'm red as a lobster.
You've only been here two days.
Your hair's all messed up.
It looks nice like this.
Two hundred lire.
Next.
Step up!
How can I step up?
It's impossible.
Where are you going?
Home to Daddy in Rome.
Whose child is this?
Where's the train for Rome?
Who's there?
What are you doing there?
Go away!
Get out of here!
Get down from there!
Mother of God!
Did you hurit yourself?
Get out of here!
Did you hurit yourself?
Go away!
Look at this boy.
He gave us a workout.
Hey, little boy.
Where do you live?
Answer me.
Hotel Miramare.
It's him.
She left him alone for three days to go off with her boyfriend.
The poor husband.
There he is now!
The little boy!
There he is, with those policemen.
Good evening, Officer.
- Where have you been?
- Look at the state you're in.
- Which of you is his mother?
- Not me.
She's upstairs in her room.
- Are you his mother?
- Yes.
We found him over a mile from here.
You should keep an eye on him, ma'am.
You're really something, kid.
Thank you.
Is that all right?
You forgot one hook.
- Which one?
- The second one.
You're right. I didn't see it.
There. Your wife will be happy.
She always said she couldn't stand those old curitains.
Yes, she wanted these new ones.
Be careful not to fall.
I'll be right back.
Daddy, we're home.
What's this?
I didn't expect you until tomorrow.
Madam told Giulio here that -
Good evening, sir.
Your wife had an errand to run.
She said she'd be right back.
- At 9:00 at night?
- That's what she said.
Then she left the kid with me and went on in the taxi.
And the suitcases?
She gave me that one.
What about her big suitcase?
Madam only gave me that one.
Good night.
Daddy, I brought back a starfish.
It cost me a lira.
Ulrico sold it to me.
I've got lots of seashells too.
I've even got a red one, but it's broken.
I'll go get dinner ready.
Let me know when you want to eat.
Where did Mommy go?
I don't know.
Did you come from the station together?
Yes.
Then what?
Then Mommy went to the store.
Listen, Pricò, you love Daddy, don't you?
Yes, Daddy.
Remember the day you came with me when I left on the train?
- Yes.
- Good boy.
Were you always together after that?
Just the two of you?
What is it, Pricò?
I was naughty, and Mommy got sick because I was very naughty.
Sick?
Yes, because I ran away.
You did?
I wanted to come home to you on the train.
Come home to me?
What did Mommy do to you?
Nothing.
Did someone come to visit after I left?
Who came?
No one, Daddy.
You're not telling the truth.
I know who came.
Mommy wrote me about it.
You must remember.
Don't lie to me.
You ran away because someone came to see her.
Answer me.
So... it's all clear now.
It's all crystal clear.
Let's have some dinner now.
Telegram.
For you.
The receipt.
Where are your pajamas?
Mommy put them on the bottom.
Where's my starfish?
Here. Now hurry and get into bed.
Turn out the light soon, okay?
Don't shut the door.
All right, but settle down and go to bed.
How is Pricò?
He's fine, thank God.
Now what are we going to do with him?
Don't worry about him.
He'll be fine here with me.
Excuse me, Agnese, could you lend me some salt?
Sorry. I'm all out.
Tell me, is Mrs. Nina back yet?
Yes, she's back.
She is?
But she had to go see her sister, Mrs. Berelli.
Good night.
Her sister?
Good night.
How can the boy possibly stay here?
The gossip mill has already starited, from basement to rooftop.
Come with me.
Don't leave me alone.
I can't be alone.
As you can see, sir, after the last fitting,
I left it a little loose all over so he could grow into it.
This way it will still fit next year.
My illustrious boarder, your uniform is now complete.
Very handsome.
I don't like this.
What do you mean?
You look so dashing.
When I was little, I had a hat just like this one.
I was so happy.
Why don't you want to wear it?
See how good it looks on you?
Good boy.
It's a pleasure to meet you, Andriani.
You're going to like it here.
Summer vacation's not yet over, but in a few days you'll meet your fellow boarders.
Scores of them, all just like you.
I'd like to ask you to keep an almost paternal eye on my son.
He's a little too sensitive, and he needs a lot of affection.
Don't worry.
We'll be like a family to him.
That's exactly what he needs.
Here are his papers.
- Very good.
Be a good boy, okay?
Be happy.
When did this tragedy happen?
Have some water.
Poor man.
What a horrible end.
The poor man!
It's a very painful thing.
You'll have to get your emotions in check, ma'am.
Here comes Father Michele.
The boy's grown very attached to him.
I'm sure he's found the right words to prepare him for the sad news.
What a terrible blow for a child.
These things can affect you for an entire lifetime.
Go on.
Go to your mother.
Go to Mommy.
BAGHDAD-IN THE DAYS OF THE MONGOL INVASION
O Mighty Khan. The city is ours.
And the Caliph?
We have searched all Baghdad. The Caliph has escaped.
Find him!
Every day until he dies, a hundred of his subjects will be tortured.
BY ORDER OF HULAGU KHAN, RULER OF ALL THE MONGOLS AND CONQUEROR OF BAGHDAD
A HUNDRED CITIZENS SHALL BE TORTURED TO DEATH EACH DAY
UNTIL THE LEAD OF THE CALIPH IS BROUGHT BEFORE THE KHAN
O Mighty Caliph.
O Defender of the Faithful, praise be to Allah that you have come safely through Mongol lines.
My defeat is heavy upon me, Cassim.
The very stones of Baghdad cry out for vengeance.
Tell me, where have you taken my son?
Ali is safely hidden in my own house.
Then let us go quickly.
With him I go to Basra to raise another army.
You go up against the Mongols a second time?
They are powerful enemies, my Lord.
Well do I know their power, but I swear to you, Cassim, by the power that Allah has invested in me,
I will avenge my men who died this day.
My Lord, perhaps...
Perhaps it will not be necessary to fight these Mongols again.
Other ways might be found.
Other ways?
Your meaning is not clear.
If you will say the word, Caliph,
I will arrange a meeting between you and the Khan.
You and your nobles might be permitted to live on in luxury.
To avoid further bloodshed, we might arrange terms.
Terms?
There will be no terms, except death to the Mongols.
Blood runs in the streets of Baghdad, My Lord.
Aye, the blood of brave men who died for freedom.
Yours is the counsel of a coward, Prince Cassim.
Forgive me.
Come, take me to my son.
My Lord, it were best I stay here with men to guard the road against a surprise attack.
Mamoud knows the way.
You'll find dhows at my landing. Everything is ready.
You have served me well, Prince Cassim.
With the help of Allah we shall meet again in Baghdad.
Then you shall have your reward.
Lady Amara!
Lady Amara!
Quick!
Out of your beds at this hour!
In a moment we will come, Nilah.
If Prince Cassim knew that his daughter were up at this hour!
In a moment, I said.
In a moment! In a moment!
Now, before she changes her mind again.
There, it is done.
Your blood has flowed into my arm and mine into yours.
- But I'm afraid... - You cannot be afraid now.
The blood of a Caliph flows in your arm.
I'm afraid I'm going to be sick.
Is that not like a girl, sick at the sight of a little blood.
I'm alright now, Ali.
We are pledged now, Amara.
It will go on forever, like the ripples in the water.
Now we shall never be apart.
Father!
Father!
My son!
Ali, we sail to Basra tonight.
Ali!
Father!
Ali, you said that we would never part.
I'm sorry to take your playmate away, Lady Amara.
But you said...
I said we would never be apart.
And that is true, for now, wherever I am, some of my blood is with you and some of yours with me.
That's alright for you to say, but you're going to Basra.
So my little son grows into a man.
My Lord, the dhows are ready. We await your coming.
Ali.
Yes, Father?
My son, the future of Baghdad depends upon thisjourney.
If we fail, our people will die under the heel of the Khan.
But if we succeed, they will live as a free people once more.
Yes, Father.
About your neck I place the Royal Seal of Baghdad.
If some evil should befall me, you, my son, will rule in my place.
Remember this always, while one of us lives, Baghdad lives.
I will never fail you or Baghdad.
My Lord!
Come ashore!
Come ashore at once!
Something has happened Turn back, Mahmoud.
Turn back?
It may be a trick, my Lord.
Prince Cassim is our friend. He may be in trouble.
Turn back!
Turn back!
Quickly, over the side.
The Caliph of Baghdad.
You did not lie.
Mighty Khan will reward you greatly.
And the boy?
Where is the boy?
He must have drowned.
Fire the boats!
Close, oh Sesame!
Sesame.
Sesame.
Sesame!
Sesame.
Close, Sesame.
Open, oh Sesame!
Baba!
We've caught a mouse.
Allah defend us.
Another move and you'll die!
Spare me, little master!
Here I lay in the dust before you.
Oh, pity!
Let me go free and I'll spare him.
The lad has spirit.
Now that you've got him, what will you do with him?
I'll split his ears.
Cut him up in little pieces.
Tie him up by the thumbs, that'll take the spirit out of him!
Put him down, I say!
This is no time forjesting.
The boy knows the secret of our cave.
Then kill him!
No...
It is best we keep him with us.
I join no band of thieves.
But I will lead you against the Mongols.
The little mouse shall lead us!
The boy speaks like a king.
I wear the Seal of Baghdad.
By Allah, the boy speaks the truth!
You were right, Old Baba, he does belong with us.
Anyone that could steal that amulet is a thief indeed.
You are the cleverest thief among us.
I am no thief. The Seal belongs to me.
My father, the Caliph, gave it to me before he... before he died at the hands of the Mongols.
The Caliph is dead?
He was betrayed by Prince Cassim.
Now do you believe me?
Now will you follow me?
We have no love for the Mongols.
If they've stripped Baghdad of everything worth stealing, we will soon rob them.
Eh, my men?
We will ride together, and you, Abdulla, shall be his guard and protector.
Me, Abdullah?
The terror of Baghdad nurse to a whimpering infant?
The boy will never whimper.
And should he go hungry, you will starve.
Should he suffer, you will be disembowelled.
Abdullah, the fastest rider, the greatest swordsman, the fiercest fighter!
Now I'm a nursemaid.
If Allah had granted me a son,
I'd have wished him in your image.
I am known as Old Baba, and we will call you Young Baba.
No, my name is Ali.
You are welcome, Ali Baba.
Ali Baba!
Ali Baba!
AND SO FAR TEN YEARS THE MONGOLS HELD BAGHDAD
AND THE PEOPLE DIED IN AGONY
AND ONLY THE BAND OF THIEVES MADE RESISTANCE
10.000 PIECES OF GOLD FOR THE BODY OF ALI BABA
AND THE DESTRUCTION OF THE BAND OF THIEVES
Ride high, ride high.
Ride!
Ride!
Wrong or right! Plundering sons,
Thundering sons, Forty and one for all!
All for one...
Bedouins all, Bedouins all.
Side by side. Saddle and ride,
Saddle and ride, Following sons of one.
Swift and sure, Robbing the rich,
Feeding the poor.
Ride high, ride!
Guide me right to a caravan!
Ride again, Ali Baba men,
Ride high, ride high, ride!
Ride of delight, following one, son of the sun,
Forty and one for all!
Following one, son of the sun,
Forty and one... for all!
Open, oh Sesame!
Baba! Baba!
A rich Mongol caravan, camels by the score, laden with wealth!
Where did you see such a caravan?
Camped beside the Pool of Midnight.
They bring wedding gifts from Basra.
There is a woman in the caravan, she is betrothed to Hulagu Khan.
The betrothed of the Mighty Khan!
By Allah, that is a prize worth taking.
It is all ours for the asking.
Treasure like that is well-guarded.
A few soldiers scattered about, some aged camel drivers and the slave girls who attend the bride.
- There is your guards. - To the Pool of Midnight!
No, wait! We must not rush headlong into danger.
Does the little mouse fear aged camel drivers and slave girls?
Surely Ali does not object without reason.
My son, let's hear your counsel.
Remember, there is a price on our heads.
Aye, 10,000 pieces of gold.
Think you the Khan would bring his betrothed under the shadow of our swords without his butchers guarding her?
You speak wisdom, my son.
Then let us move with caution.
The wealth of kings collected for us in one caravan!
Now we let it go for fear of shadows.
We will take the caravan, but first I'll make sure it is not a golden snare.
We will await your signal. Abdullah, go with him.
Ten years! Still the nursemaid.
Why am I forced to bear the heat of the day inside my tent?
I'm a prisoner in my own caravan.
Such was the order of Hulagu Khan, my Lady.
But why?
Already the great Khan guards you jealously, Lady Amara.
The beauty of his queen is not for the eyes of all men.
You forget, I am not yet Queen of Baghdad.
Besides, who is there to see me here?
A few old camel drivers and a handful of guards.
It is not ours to question, my Lady.
Nalu!
Yes, my Lady.
You have lived at the court of Baghdad.
Tell me, what is the Khan really like?
He is magnificent, my Lady.
He rules the world.
He is the greatest warrior in all the land.
Ali Baba is greater.
Slave, you would be flogged if your words reached the ears of the great Khan.
We are camped beside the Pool of Midnight, my Lady.
The water is clear and blue and very cool.
Then I need not bear this terrible heat any longer.
You may not leave this tent. The guard would not permit it.
Attract the attention of the guards, Jamiel.
Give me your clothes.
But the order of the Khan!
Hulagu Khan is not yet my master.
Your clothes.
Wait here. I will signal.
Let me go, I haven't killed a single Mongol all day!
Hello.
Where are you?
I'm curious to see you.
I feed on the curiosity of foolish men.
An evil genii in the pool.
I distract the thoughts of men and lead them in the ways of mischief.
I know the ways of mischief.
Come out and let me see you.
A confection of the gods!
Are you among the men in the caravan?
I haven't seen you before.
I'm a weary traveller who also takes the road to Baghdad.
And your caravan rests beside the Pool of Midnight?
Nay, I am alone.
I hope to join your caravan and so find protection against the thieves.
That's not possible.
We carry the betrothed of Hulagu Khan.
Now go away and let me dress.
What manner of woman is she who marries the Khan?
Very much like any other woman.
Some find her beautiful.
If I had 1,000 pieces of gold, I'd give them all for you.
1,000 pieces of gold?
That's not enough. My price is high.
My mistress awaits my coming.
Who may your mistress be that you grudge me a few minutes of your company?
She's the betrothed of Hulagu Khan.
Return to your mistress, then.
But know I shall come to you under the stars.
And some day I will buy you for my very own.
It is the duty of a slave to please her master, and if he be young and handsome, so much the better.
Wait!
Tell me...
Would I be safe in your caravan?
Is it well-guarded?
It is not guarded at all.
Who would dare rob the betrothed of the great Khan?
Who indeed?
What are you?
Abdullah!
It's a trap!
Ride for your life!
- My Lady! - You are not harmed?
- Are you alright?
- I'm safe.
Woman of the Mongols! Traitor!
Well?
We lost him, he was too far ahead.
One poor thief!
It is a small catch.
But we'll take him back to Baghdad.
The people shall see what happens to those who defy the Khan.
Jamiel.
Yes, my Lady?
What will they do to the thief?
They will make an example for all Baghdad to see.
The whip and the rack, mangled on the wheel perhaps.
He is one of the thieves, it is hard telling what they will do.
Can we not find some way to help him?
Help an enemy of Hulagu Khan?
We must take care, my Lady.
Somehow see to it that he does not thirst.
Is one permitted to curse that mangy thief?
Dog of a thief! Ignominious son of a camel!
- Filthy scum! - Why, you...
The ride across the desert will be very hot.
Here is water for your parched lips.
Many in Baghdad love the followers of your leader, Ali Baba.
Allah be with you.
May Allah send you warts and give you bedbugs for company!
O Mighty Khan,
Ruler of the World. Master of the Universe.
My daughter, Lady Amara.
Know, O Mighty Khan, that peace and happiness will come once more to Baghdad when the blood of my noble family blends with that of the Mongols.
Because she's your daughter, Prince Cassim, there will be a royal marriage ceremony.
Nalu, you may go.
As the bride of Hulagu Khan, you will one day rule the world, my daughter.
And if I do not choose to rule the world, father?
We must face facts.
Once you are married to Hulagu, my position in this court will be made safe.
Must I be sacrificed for your position in the court of this tyrant?
Amara, for years I have planned and worked for this.
I have suffered contempt and humiliation at his hands.
That's why I have kept you in Basra.
Now that my dream is about to be realized,
I will not see it shattered!
And if I refuse to marry the Khan?
Why not accept conditions as they are, Amara?
This marriage brings wealth and power and luxury.
Would you rather starve and die for a lost cause?
That choice is easy.
When you look on the tortured bodies of those who stood against the Khan, you'll know what it means to rebel.
When you know the agony of a thousand deaths, you will be glad to accept my counsel.
Amara...
For your sake I have been a slave to the whims of the Khan.
For you I have sacrificed my dignity that... you may one day reign in Baghdad.
Does all this mean nothing to you?
It is written that a daughter must obey her father.
The wealth of the world shall be yours, Amara.
Your slightest whims shall be commands.
You will never regret what you have done for me this day.
The Khan calls for you, Prince Cassim.
See how the thongs cut his flesh, Cassim.
A thief bleeds as any other man.
And the hatred in his eyes.
His gall bladder is like to burst... with the venom that is in him.
I have given the order for your execution at noon tomorrow.
But if you tell me the hiding place of the thieves of Ali Baba, a way to freedom might be found.
Shall I trust the enemy of my people?
Or the murderer of the Caliph?
Who are you?
I'm the sword hanging over your head.
By moonrise tomorrow, you will be carrion for the vultures.
I know how to deal with these men of Baghdad.
I will wring the secret from him.
Splendid!
The Royal Seal of Baghdad!
On your knees before it, you traitor!
I begin to see now.
You were not drowned.
You are Ali. Ali Baba the thief!
Ali, the son of Hassan!
Aye, Cassim, the son of Hassan, the friend whom you betrayed to the Mongols.
Hassan is dead. Speak no more of him.
His memory lives, and I will avenge his death.
By noon tomorrow you will be dead.
Nay.
Tomorrow I will see the moon rise, and yet another moonrise.
And in the end, I will point the way for the vultures to find your body.
Jamiel, your eyes will be burned from your head if you are discovered here.
I thought you'd like to know, the thief is tied in the marketplace.
He dies tomorrow.
What is that to me?
You would not let him die cursing your name.
He thinks it was you who led him into this trap.
What would you have me do?
You could have a word with the prisoner.
Are you mad?
I cannot go to the marketplace to speak to a thief.
The thief is a follower of Ali Baba.
He dies because he dared to defy the Mongol tyrants.
Is he not worthy of your comfort?
He's a fool to die for a lost cause.
Should he then live a slave?
Is it better to live taxed and trampled on than to die a man?
I have known the tortures of chains, as I know the value of freedom.
These thieves... will be remembered long after the Mongols are driven out.
You will come, my Lady. Please.
Now you come to torment me, beloved of the Butcher.
Beloved of the!
I came to tell you I did not know of the trap that was laid for you.
What does that matter?
The Mongols were hiding at the pool and they took me.
I cannot let you die thinking that I delivered you to the soldiers.
Hundreds die in Baghdad every day.
Why should one more matter?
And that one, a thief?
Because hundreds die and I can do nothing about it.
I want you to know that I'd never betray you or any follower of...
of anyone.
Must you torture me with your lies?
Why would the future queen of Baghdad risk discovery to torture you?
Why come to the marketplace to lie to a thief?
Why, indeed?
Except to trick me into telling you the hiding place of Ali Baba.
Return to your Butcher and tell him that neither you nor Cassim will ever wring the secret from me.
Again you come before me with evil tidings.
Again you tell me these robbers have escaped.
I send troops there, I send an expedition here,
I set traps for them. And what happens?
My entire army is not capable of dealing with forty thieves.
We outnumber them, we ride them down, we surround them, we charge, only to face each other.
They disappear into thin air, O Mighty One!
Craven liar! The truth is not in you.
And now they come within the walls of Baghdad itself.
Under the nose of my own guards they ride into Baghdad to rescue the only member of their band we've ever captured.
And to steal the betrothed of Hulagu Khan.
By the thousand one-eyed kings, I'll have their heads for it.
Their heads, or yours!
We must take him back into the cave, Ali.
Nay, let me die as I have lived, here in the open desert under the stars.
A little wine, Old Baba. It will strengthen you.
My strength is spent.
You will live to ride with us again, Old Baba.
Many times.
You will ride again, my son.
Again and again until the Mongols are driven from Baghdad.
Without you to lead us, we will never triumph.
For 10 years you have led this band.
When he came to us we were thieves, despised... and feared by the people.
Now we are loved and honored.
You tire yourself, Old Baba.
There are things I must say before I leave you.
Return to Baghdad, my son.
You cannot escape your destiny.
Avenge your father and free your people.
They must throw off the tyrant.
Remember, Abdullah, you are still his nursemaid.
Forty and one for all.
Allah be with you, my son.
We found a spy at the outpost near the Great Rock.
- What was he doing there?
- Following our trail.
I am no spy!
Release him.
I know not who you are, but once you were kind to me.
You brought me water when I was a prisoner.
And your knife saved my life in the marketplace.
Why?
Why did you do these things?
When I brought the water to your cage in the caravan,
I did not know who you were, but I would've died for any follower of Ali Baba.
She whom you serve will soon be Queen of Baghdad.
Why should you be willing to die for Ali Baba?
Because I have seen what the Mongols do to our people, and have heard the songs sung in secret, songs in praise of Ali Baba.
Let me join your band.
Are we a wandering tribe of nomads?
Do we collect lazy desert rats as we go?
Desert rats did you say, Abdullah?
By the Prophet, I'll slice him to little pieces.
Your choice.
Sharp, aren't they?
I'll let you go this time.
Abdullah! The terror of Baghdad!
You're very clever with your knives.
But how do I know you've not come from the Khan?
Set me a task, that I may prove it.
Think you can trust him, Ali?
You can trust me as you can trust your own eyes.
I will not fail you, Ali Baba.
Are you well-known in Baghdad?
Aye. I can move freely within the gates.
No-one will question me.
Good. Then you'll deliver my message to the Khan.
- The Khan?
- Aye.
I've written that if he delivers Cassim to me by noon tomorrow,
I shall return him his bride.
Now we buy traitors in the open market.
A female beauty for the grand vizier!
The Khan must deliver Cassim to his own riverbank estate.
We will await them there.
They'll set a trap for us, Ali.
Then we shall post sentries to warn us.
Go, and Allah be with you.
We must move quickly before they have time to set a trap.
Abdullah, bring the girl.
Men! On to the house of the traitor Cassim.
Close, oh Sesame!
Why have you brought me here?
If all goes well, you'll be returned to your beloved by noon tomorrow.
And if all doesn't go well...
Why don't you kill me and be done with it?
While we hold you alive, the Khan must hear our demands.
What have your demands to do with me?
That's not yours to question.
Where are you going?
Is one permitted to go into one's own gardens?
Yes.
Why do you give her all this freedom?
If you were her prisoner, she'd serve you baked, sliced and on a platter.
Strange are the fortunes of war which place the thief beside the Khan's beloved.
I'm curious to know why one so beautiful, so young, should marry the ruthless Khan.
I shall be queen in Baghdad.
Does that mean more to you than love, than happiness?
Why are you suddenly so kind and gentle?
My memory is long.
I can recall a country when the Mongol scourge was only a fantastic nightmare.
When the people lived to dream and love, not to torment and destroy.
Strange that Ali Baba should speak of dreams.
A man without his dreams withers and grows old.
In the midst of terror, the memory of other days is sweet.
Aye.
There was a beautiful garden where two children played.
The moonlight was reflected on the water.
As it is reflected in your eyes now.
For a moment you made me forget that you are Ali Baba, the thief.
If these are to be my last moments, let me live them in peace.
There, it is done.
Your blood has flowed into my arm, and mine into yours.
Call out the guards! Surround the palace!
What does it say?
- "To the... - Read it.
"To the Mongol Dog. We will bargain with you.
Your betrothed is our prisoner. In exchange... "
Read it. Read it, I say!
"In exchange we want Cassim.
Cassim, who betrayed the Caliph.
Let him be brought to his estate before noon tomorrow, then the woman will be returned to you unharmed.
Otherwise, she dies. "
It is signed with the mark of Ali Baba.
Can we not send soldiers to the estate?
This may be our chance to capture the thieves.
He is no fool, he will watch for every trick.
I leave the decision to you. She is your daughter.
Shall it be your life, or hers?
Cassim does not come.
- He does not come. - Why do we wait?
- Vengeance for Old Baba! - Remember our pledge!
Listen.
Why do you want to kill me?
To avenge the death of our Old Baba.
What is the death of your Old Baba to me?
He was our leader, he died of wounds inflicted by the soldiers of Hulagu Khan, your beloved.
A life for a life, that is our law.
If you kill me, the great Khan will send soldiers to take you.
For years the great Khan sent soldiers, and he hasn't taken us yet.
Silence!
Have I given you nothing in the past years?
Fighting and snarling like a pack of curs.
The men are tired of waiting.
You gave them your pledge. The traitor has not come.
I've made my decision.
Then let me carry it out for you.
No. Jamiel shall do it.
I, Ali Baba?
You begged to follow me, Jamiel.
Ask anything else of me, anything but this.
Do as I say. There's no better way to serve me.
Coward. You would force my own slave to...
Take her back to the Khan alive.
Alive?
But our message to the Khan. Our pledge.
All night I lay awake, telling myself she must die.
Now, I break my pledge.
Why must you weaken now?
Whatever my reason, she goes free.
- But the Mongols will laugh at you. - Let them laugh.
You have heard my decision.
If you want me to leave the band,
I will go.
Then I will fight you for her life.
Send her away if you must.
We cannot quarrel with you over a woman.
Now take her back to Baghdad.
Now will you tell us why you spared her?
Your blood has flowed into my arm, and mine into yours.
It will go on forever.
Your horses are waiting, Prince Cassim.
By hard riding, you can still arrive by noon.
Great Khan, for years I have served you.
I sacrificed my honor, I betrayed my friend and helped deliver Baghdad into your hands.
Would you sacrifice your daughter to save your own miserable skin?
How do we know he will keep his word?
Thieves do not keep their bargains.
Ali Baba will slay Amara and then kill me.
Have mercy, Mighty Khan! Have mercy!
The road of a conqueror is never an easy one, but I find the hardest part is dealing with you traitors.
You are a breed apart.
Take him away.
See to it that he reaches his estate before noon.
Mighty One.
Father!
Amara!
Father.
Come here!
By what wiles did you secure your release from the thieves?
I cannot explain it.
This morning Ali Baba defied his men and set me free.
But he bargained for the life of your father.
For the life of my father...
You were to die at noon, if he did not take your place.
What manner of woman are you that thieves and cut-throats release you?
Why should he seek to kill you?
I saw how he hated you in the marketplace.
What is it between you and this Ali Baba?
Speak!
Father.
This Ali Baba is...
Ali, son of the Caliph.
Ali!
You told me he was drowned.
We never found him.
How do you know he's the son of Hassan?
He wore the Royal Seal of Baghdad about his neck.
Why didn't you tell me then?
I thought he'd die there, and the threat to us removed.
But he lives!
And he will rally the scum of Baghdad under his banner.
Why did you not tell me?
You knew we were pledged.
So...
He would have a double reason for his revenge upon you.
They pledged themselves as children.
But the pledge still burns in his heart.
And it is stronger than his hate of me.
Our marriage will go on as planned.
You do us great honor.
No! It will not go on!
I cannot marry him now!
And you can't force me to.
Now, now, Amara, I think only of your happiness.
Were you thinking of my happiness when you did not tell me that Ali is alive?
You know how much that pledge meant to me.
- We will talk of this later, Amara. - No!
Oh Mighty Khan! You have power and wealth.
You have only to command it and the most beautiful girls in Baghdad will be yours for the asking.
Surely you wouldn't want me, knowing I love Ali Baba.
What is love compared to what I have to offer you?
I can make you a queen.
I can give you silks, jewels, wealth and power!
The blood of Baghdad would be on any gift you offered me.
'Tis a pity one so lovely should be confused by politics.
Once I was confused. I see clearly now.
Too clearly.
Nothing you say or do will ever induce me to marry this Mongol tyrant!
Be gentle with her, she's wild and headstrong.
This has been a great shock.
But I can make her realize the future lies in your hands.
Hurry, take only what is necessary. We've no time to lose.
- Did you find Jamiel?
- Yes, my Lady.
- Everything is ready for you. - Then let's go quickly.
My Lady...
Come!
Look!
Your men torture my father. What is the meaning of this?
Cut him down from the rack and...
I'll marry you.
Because he has served me well, I will grant your wish.
Only release him and I'll do anything you ask.
We shall be wed on the Festival of Ramadan.
It will be a great holiday.
Princes and merchants will come from every corner of the world.
They shall bring rich gifts in token of their servitude.
You are a master of trickery, Prince Cassim.
There are times when trickery is more powerful than force.
Leave me.
The horses are ready, my Lady.
I cannot go, Jamiel.
But now that you know who Ali Baba really is...
I have given my word.
Hulagu Khan would've killed my father if I hadn't promised.
I will marry him at the Feast of Ramadan.
It will be a great holiday.
But what of Ali Baba?
Go to him, Jamiel.
Tell him I, too, remember the pledge we sealed with our blood.
If he'd only told me who he was, I'd have stayed with him.
He will come to your rescue.
No, he must not.
It may mean disaster for him and failure to the cause for which he fights.
And you, Jamiel, you must stay with him, your heart is there.
Go quickly.
The slave Jamiel leaves the Palace, my Lord.
But he has not had time to reach the outer gates.
You see, mighty Khan, I'm still useful to you.
Your little spy has done well. Return to your mistress.
I will send soldiers to bring the treacherous slave before you.
Make no move to stop him. Let him go to Ali Baba.
The thieves will come to the rescue, but this time they will fall into our trap.
Jamiel!
Tell me of your lady.
She learned from Prince Cassim who you are.
She said to tell you she, too, remembers your pledge.
Then why does she marry the Khan?
She thought you were dead.
- But she does not love the Mongol. - No. She refused to marry him.
But when he tortured her father, she gave her consent.
I will go to her.
Why all this fuss about one woman?
For 1,000 pieces of gold, you can buy the best in the market.
1,000 pieces of gold? I bid my life for Lady Amara.
For his country or his stomach, a man might bid his life, even for his horse.
Never, never for a woman.
I do not ask for the life of a single thief to save her.
But if I choose to give my own, it is between me and Allah.
I will go with you, Ali Baba.
What?
You two would storm the walls of Baghdad and attack the Mongol armies single-handed?
You would break into the palace and carry off the wench?
What do you possess, a magic carpet?
- When will the wedding be held?
- At the Feast of Ramadan.
And for entertainment they'll chop you two into bits.
There will be many guests at the wedding.
One more will pass unnoticed.
Then there'll be forty more than they bargained for.
Good.
This is the hour for which we have waited.
This shall be our day of reckoning with the Mongols.
You're right. This is our hour.
With a single cast of the dice we will free Baghdad or we will die together.
We must disguise ourselves if we are to enter the palace.
Children of camels, offspring of donkeys, paint your foolish faces!
Dress your ugly bodies to deceive the Mongols!
This time we enter the palace!
You must return to Baghdad ahead of us.
As sentry within their gates, warn us if the Mongols become suspicious.
As Caliph of all Baghdad, I bow to you.
I kept that a secret until it was time to strike.
Now all of Baghdad shall know.
Abdullah, you'd be a favorite in any harem.
Who do you see, you ill-mannered little ape?
Why, Abdullah of course.
Now whom do you see?
Who am I supposed to see?
I'm disguised.
Who are you?
You are a stranger among us.
Truly I have never laid eyes on you before.
It's a wonderful disguise, isn't it?
It is black magic.
He has changed from Abdullah the thief to Abdullah the thief in a turban.
Wait!
We must find some other way.
We will fool no-one with our disguises.
Even a blind Mongol would know us.
If a rich merchant from Basra were to attend the wedding, it would be fitting he bring a rich gift for the invader.
By the stars in heaven, this is what we shall do.
We will assemble forty huge jars, large enough to carry forty weights of fragrant oil, and large enough to carry forty thieves.
My Lady.
Jamiel! You cannot come in here.
I must talk to Lady Amara. Quickly!
Go, please.
Why have you returned against my orders?
Because of Ali Baba.
He bids you have courage. He will come.
No, he must not try to save me. They'd kill him.
The Mongols would welcome an attack.
Ali Baba is not such a fool as to attack the city openly.
There will be wedding gifts brought to Baghdad.
Among them will be forty jars of oil from a rich merchant.
She was spying on you, my Lady.
No, no, I came only to bring my Lady's dress.
We can trust her.
If she heard our words, she will lock them in her heart.
I heard nothing, but I would die before I would betray you.
It grows late.
- Today Ali Baba comes. - Ali Baba?
Today.
- Ali Baba comes today. - Ali Baba!
Many guests enter the city bringing rich gifts to win your favor.
You must challenge everyone.
Each caravan that enters the city must be watched.
Take no chances.
The thieves are certain to try some trick to gain admittance.
I have spies everywhere.
We'll know Ali Baba's plans almost as soon as he does himself.
Good. This time he'll receive a welcome he did not bargain for.
Gifts for the Mighty Khan.
Pass on.
Tell all Baghdad.
Wait for the signal... and strike down the Mongols for Ali Baba.
Whose caravan is this?
It is mine.
I am Abu Radi, merchant of Basra.
What is inside these jars?
Oil.
Oil for the Khan.
If he uncovers the jar, he dies.
It is a gift to celebrate the wedding.
Pass on.
O Mighty Khan, Haidar, Prince of El Samrah!
Precious sapphires and topaz.
Garnets and bloodstone.
Vases from the ancient temple of Isis... for your Highness.
Abu Radi, merchant of Basra!
I, a lowly merchant, do plead with the Mighty Khan for the privilege of adding my humble offerings to those of his noble guests.
In all the land there is no finer oil.
Oil for your lamps, oil to cook your feasts, fragrant oils to please your senses.
I have waited for this moment.
My spies told me that the thieves entered the city in 40 large jars.
This merchant from Basra is Ali Baba.
No, wait, Mighty Khan. I have prepared entertainment.
It will amuse you to see the fate awaiting them.
Excellent, Cassim, excellent.
Sada Gen, Chief of the Tartars!
Come here.
Rubies, blood red, for the people of Baghdad who stood in my way.
And now, for your pleasure, a most unusual entertainment.
What is the meaning of this grim jest?
Seize him.
Sand!
Sand!
Your spies discovered our plans, and we discovered your spies.
You have failed me.
You are my honored guest.
Now there will be entertainment befitting your rank.
You shall not die as a humble thief, but with all the honor to which you are entitled.
You will live through a thousand tortures.
And you will pray for the release of death!
On to the palace! On to the palace!
Quickly, come with me.
Open the gates, Amara, for your people.
Still the nursemaid.
I'll knock your block off, you big stiff! You're a bum!
Strike!
You're out!
Elmer, here it is.
-I knew you'd find it.
-Boy, I could sure use a drink.
I wonder if any big shots are getting married today?
Looks like the same suckers get married every day.
Come on.
Hey, the guy with the cheaters.
Now what's he hiding from?
-Hey, isn't that Mortimer Brewster?
-Mortimer Brewster, the dramatic critic?
No, it's not him.
But what a scoop it'd be!
The guy who wrote The Bachelor's Bible getting hooked.
It's too good to be true.
Let's snap the mayor in his new fire helmet and go.
Let's stick around, see who the guy is.
"Two by two they come and go"
Good morning, children. Your name, please?
-Elaine Harper. -Speak a little louder.
Elaine Harper.
Thank you. Yours?
-Mortimer Brewster. -How's that?
Mortimer Brewster.
Speak up, sonny. There's nothing to be afraid of.
I want to keep this undercover.
Love her?
Of course you love her. You're marrying her, right?
You don't understand. Come here.
I don't want this to get out for a while.
I'm Mortimer Brewster.
You're who?
Mortimer Brew--
That's him!
Mr. Brewster!
Now, look--
Goodbye, dear.
Don't you understand?
How can I marry you?
Me, the symbol of bachelorhood.
I've sneered at every love scene.
I've written four million words against marriage!
Not only hooked, but to a minister's daughter, and a girl from Brooklyn.
Look at the way you look!
What is that contraption you've got there?
A pin I borrowed from your aunts.
You know, "Something borrowed--"
I know, "Something borrowed, something blue." Old, new.
Rice and old shoes. Carry you over the threshold.
Niagara Falls.
All that silly tripe. Is this what I've come to?
I can't go through with it. I won't marry you. That's that.
-Yes, Mortimer. -What do you mean, "Yes, Mortimer"?
Aren't you insulted?
Aren't you going to cry?
-No, Mortimer.
-And don't "No, Mortimer" me, either!
Marriage is a superstition.
It's old-fashioned. It's....
O'Hara, don't be a jerk.
You don't realize I'm turning over to you the nicest, best beat in Brooklyn.
Now look at that old church.
And them old houses.
Did George Washington ever sleep here?
Of course he did. This whole neighborhood just stinks with atmosphere.
-And look at that old house.
-The original owners still there?
Don't crack wise about the Brewster sisters.
They're two of the dearest, sweetest old ladies that ever walked the earth.
They're out of this world.
They're like pressed rose leaves.
Pressed rose leaves?
The old girls must be kind of hard up.
Their old man left them fixed for life.
Don't you call them "the girls," either.
Brophy. Is Lieutenant around?
So what are they renting rooms for?
They don't.
But you can bet if anybody came looking for a room they wouldn't go away without a good meal and a couple of bucks.
That's their way of digging up people to do good to.
Reverend Harper, I do hope you don't disapprove of Mortimer because he's a dramatic critic and takes your daughter to the theater.
It's not that I disapprove of his being a critic but no man with this published attitude should take any man's daughter anyplace, at any time.
I must be catching cold. No, dear.
It was Reverend Harper who sneezed. Bless you.
We mustn't be angry with Mortimer.
He's so very much in love with her. Sister Martha and I are so happy.
He used to come to see us only occasionally, and now he's in Brooklyn six nights a week.
Remember now, watch your language.
You know I'm not a swearing man.
You'd be surprised what they'd consider swearing.
Will you excuse me?
No, no, Teddy, dear. Thank you. I'll go.
-Come right in, Mr. Brophy. -Miss Abby, we came for the toys.
This is Officer O'Hara. He's taking over my beat.
-How do you do, miss?
-Welcome to our neighborhood.
Gentlemen, what news have you brought me?
Colonel, we have nothing to report.
No, absolutely nothing to report.
Splendid!
Thank you, gentlemen. At ease.
You know the Reverend Dr. Harper from the church next door?
Hello.
This is Officer O'Hara, the new man on the beat.
How do you do, sir?
It's nice to meet you.
The toys are on the chair up here, by the library door.
Teddy, run upstairs and bring down your Army and Navy from Aunt Martha's room.
They're all packed.
That's splendid work you men do, fixing up discarded toys for the kids at camp.
Charge!
It gives us something to do at the station. You get tired of playing cards.
-So these are the toys?
-How's Mrs. Brophy?
She's better, thank you.
But a little weak, still.
I'll get some beef broth for you to take to her.
Please don't bother. You've done so much already.
Stop the nonsense!
I won't be a minute.
Gentlemen, if I know what pure kindness and absolute generosity are it's because I've known the Brewster sisters.
Teddy, you promised me you wouldn't do that anymore.
But I have to call a Cabinet meeting to get those supplies.
Now don't do that again. Do you hear me?
He used to do that at night and the neighbors raised Cain.
Look, Sarge, I promised I wouldn't swear, but what the heck--
What's going on here?
-He's quite harmless. -He thinks he's Teddy Roosevelt.
There's a lot of worse guys he could think he was.
That's right.
I'll make a note. He's an interesting character.
Isn't it a shame, Father....
Isn't it a shame, Reverend, that this nice family should be hatching a cuckoo?
Well, now, isn't this nice!
-Good afternoon, Miss Brewster. -How do you do?
-Good afternoon.
-Reverend, how do you do?
Miss Martha, Officer O'Hara. He's taking over my duties.
How do you do?
-I'm very glad to know you. -Thank you.
Martha, you're back.
Here's the broth for Mrs. Brophy. Be sure it's good and hot.
You bet I will, and thank you very much.
The Army and Navy are ready for action.
Colonel, this is grand. It'll make a lot of kids happy.
What's this? The Oregon?
Teddy, dear, put it back.
-But the Oregon goes to Australia. -Now, Teddy....
No, it goes to Australia.
-These are lovely. Thank you. -Not at all.
-The children will go crazy.
-Don't mention it.
So long, Colonel.
Hey, Sarge.
Yes.
Dismissed!
-Goodbye and thank you. -Don't mention it.
-Careful of the step with the toys. -Good night.
Young man, let that be a lesson to you.
-Well, I must be going. -Charge!
Charge the blockhouse!
Blockhouse?
The stairs are always San Juan Hill.
Bless you!
Have you tried to persuade him he wasn't Roosevelt?
-Oh, no!
-He's so happy being Teddy Roosevelt.
Do you remember, Martha?
Once, a long time ago, we thought if he'd be George Washington it might be a change for him, and we suggested it.
And do you know what happened?
He just stayed under his bed for days and wouldn't be anybody.
Well, if he's happy, and what's more important, you're happy....
Our only worry for Teddy is after we're gone.
Yes, indeed. That is quite a problem.
Mortimer's made all the arrangements for Teddy to go to Happy Dale Sanitarium after we pass on.
Splendid idea!
A very pleasant place.
Dear, sweet Reverend Harper.
You know, Martha, I do believe he's beginning to see the light.
I'm sure we needn't worry about him.
He won't interfere with our plans for Mortimer and Elaine.
Did you just have tea?
Yes.
And dinner's going to be late, too.
So, why?
Good news for you.
You're going to Panama and dig another lock for the canal.
Delighted!
That's bully!
Just bully!
I shall prepare at once for the journey.
Charge!
Abby!
While I was out?
Yes, dear. I just couldn't wait for you.
I didn't know when you'd be back, and Reverend Harper was coming.
-But all by yourself.
-I got along fine.
-I'll run right downstairs and see. -No, dear.
There wasn't time. And I was all alone.
Well?
Just look in the windowseat.
-It's Elaine!
-Hello, darlings.
-But, Elaine!
-What did she mean?
You don't suppose they've gone and--
Listen, buddy.
-This old cab has seen osculation but....
-You ain't seen anything yet.
-You've got to drive us to the station. -Take her hat.
Wait a minute.
And her brooch.
If you find her hairpins, keep them. Hold on to that.
There they are.
Here's your hat.
Just throw it. I don't like that look in your eyes.
-What's the matter with it?
-Father preached about it only last Sunday.
He did?
What did he say?
-He was against it.
-But that was only Sunday.
Please!
For heaven's sake!
But, Mortimer, right out here with everyone looking?
Yes, right out here with everyone looking.
Let everyone in Brooklyn over 16 look.
But, Mortimer, you're going to love me for my mind, too?
One thing at a time.
There's that look again!
"There's that look again, Mortimer! " You better get used to it.
You'll see it often. It goes just before this.
You know what we're doing?
Wasting time.
I'll go tell my aunts and you tell your....
No, don't tell your father. You'll run his cold into a pneumonia.
I can handle Father. He's a dear.
Look, why don't we wire him from Niagara Falls?
Niagara Falls?
That's why you stopped at your office.
Yes, certainly!
We're going to go the whole hog.
Niagara Falls!
Everybody ought to go there.
You should've seen my secretary's face.
We've a room on the train, the bridal suite in the hotel and tomorrow morning we go over the falls in a barrel.
Go on, darling, hurry and pack.
I don't have to. I started packing the day after I met you.
There, you see!
You see?
That's what I mean. That's what I hate about women.
I wonder what Mary's doing now?
-The train leaves in an hour, hurry.
-It'll be a few minutes.
-Father may want to pray over me. -Whistle when you're ready.
When you whistle, open the front door fast.
If you see a tall, dark streak of light, it's me.
What? Now?
No, not now!
Look surprised when he tells us.
Hold on to your bustles.
We're married. Elaine and I are married.
Oh, darling, how wonderful!
Isn't it wonderful?
They're married!
Don't pretend to be so surprised either, you two old frauds.
-Can I use the telephone?
-Of course.
Isn't it too, too wonderful?
And to think that it happened right here in this room!
Now, here.
Benson's Florists?
This is Mortimer Brewster.
Did you send those roses to Mrs. Brewster?
Good.
Send four dozen more to drawing room A, Grand Central Station.
Hurry.
And throw in a flock of orange blossoms.
But before you go, we can have our celebration.
I'll open a bottle of wine and we'll sing.
And we'll invite a few neighbors in.
-And, of course, a wedding cake. -You won't have time to bake a cake.
We're going to Niagara Falls. A taxi's waiting.
It's all ready.
It's been ready since--
I bet it's been ready since the first day I met her.
Did everybody know I was getting married, except me?
We knew you'd find out about it in time.
I've got the two nicest aunts in the world.
Of course, you've got the nicest nephew in the world, too.
Well, I'll run along and get everything ready.
Oh, dear. I do hope the Reverend isn't too angry.
You know how your books upset him.
I'm going to burn all my books. I'll let the Reverend light the first match.
Did I leave some notes here for my new book?
You mean Mind Over Matrimony?
Where are they?
-I hid them someplace-- -Come along.
Now you behave.
Let's find them before Elaine sees them.
Hello, Mortimer!
-How are you, Mr. President?
-Bully, thank you. Just bully.
-What news have you brought me?
-The country's squarely behind you.
Yes, I know. Isn't it wonderful?
Well, goodbye. I'm off to Panama.
Goodbye, Mr. President.
A new lock for the canal, you know.
"Oh, tell the news to Mother"
-Oh, dear. -Find those notes?
What's wrong?
There's a baby picture of your brother Jonathan.
You ought to put that in the fire with my books.
My, what a face!
I remember now. He'd scare grownups with it.
Just the thought of Jonathan frightens me.
Do you remember how he used to cut worms in two with his teeth?
Jonathan?
He's probably in prison or hanged or something by now.
I saw a play, had a character in it, reminded me of Jonathan.
Really?
A honey of a lunatic. One of those whodunits called Murder Will Out.
Oh, dear!
Yeah, what a play.
When the curtain goes up, the first thing you see is a dead body.
The next thing--
Hey, mister.
-Happy bridegroom!
-Congratulations, darling!
Never mind that now.
Now, listen, darlings.
You know how we've always planned to send Teddy to Happy Dale?
Yes, dear.
That's after we're gone.
Yes, we talked with Reverend Harper about it.
Teddy's got to go to Happy Dale now. At once!
-He's in the cellar.
Get him up here now. -There's no such hurry as that.
When Teddy's working on the canal, you can't get his mind on anything else.
Well, look, darlings.
I'm frightfully sorry, but I've got an awful shock for you.
Teddy's killed a man, darlings!
Nonsense!
There's a body in the windowseat!
Yes, dear. We know.
-You know?
-Of course.
Yes, but it has nothing to do with Teddy.
Now, Mortimer. You just forget about it.
Forget you ever saw the gentleman.
Forget?
We never dreamed you'd peek.
What the....
Who is he?
He's a Mr. Hoskins. Adam Hoskins.
That's really all I know about him, except that he's a Methodist.
He's a Methodist?
lsn't that nice.
That's all you know?
What's he doing here?
-What happened to him?
-He died.
Aunt Martha, men just don't get into windowseats and die.
No, dear.
He died first. Wait!
Stop all this.
Now look, how did he die?
Mortimer, don't be so inquisitive.
The gentleman died because he drank some wine with poison in it.
How did the poison get in the wine?
We put it in wine because it's less noticeable.
When it's in tea, it has a distinct odor.
You mean you....
You put it in the wine?
Yes.
And I put Mr. Hoskins in the windowseat because Reverend Harper was coming.
Look at me, darling.
You knew what you'd done and didn't want Reverend Harper to see the body?
Well, not at tea.
That wouldn't have been very nice.
It's first-degree.
Now, Mortimer, you know all about it and just forget about it.
I do think that Martha and I have the right to our own little secrets.
Abby, while I was out I dropped in on Mrs. Schultz.
She's much better. But she wants us to take Junior to the movies again.
We must do that, tomorrow or next day.
Yes, but this time we'll go where we want to go.
Junior's not going to drag me into another one of those scary pictures.
They ought not to be allowed to make pictures just to frighten people.
Operator?
Can you hear my voice?
You can?
Are you sure?
Then I must be here.
The dears.
Isn't Halloween a wonderful time for them?
Yes, it is. They have so much fun.
Now, Mortimer, don't be so impatient.
-We'll let you lick the bowl. -Lick the bowl?
I don't want to.
I want to know what we're going to do!
We're going to celebrate.
Celebrate?
There's a body in the windowseat!
Yes, dear. Mr. Hoskins.
I know what his name is.
I want to know what we're going to do.
-We can't turn you over to the police. -Stop worrying about it.
We told you to forget the whole thing.
Forget?
Can't I make you realize that something has to be done?
Now, Mortimer, you behave.
You're too old to be flying off the handle like this.
-But Mr. Hodgekiss-- -Hoskins, dear.
Whatever his name is, you can't leave him in there.
We don't intend to, dear.
Teddy's down in the cellar now, digging the lock.
You're going to bury Mr. Hodgekiss in the cellar?
Yes, dear. That's what we did with the others.
Look, here, Aunt Martha.
You can't....
-Others?
-The other gentlemen.
When you say "others," do you mean "others"?
-More than one "others"?
-Yes, dear.
Let me see now. This is 1 1, isn't it, Abby?
No, dear. This makes 12.
Abby, dear, I think you're wrong. This one is only 1 1 .
No, dear, because I remember when Mr. Hoskins first came in it occurred to me that he'd make just an even dozen.
But, Abby, dear, I really don't think you should count the first one.
I was counting the first one, and that makes it 12.
It does?
Well, she's probably right. Abby usually is.
I get them mixed up sometimes.
Makes it 12.
Hello.
Whatever is the matter with Mortimer today?
Why, Abby, what do you think happened to him?
Not now. For heaven's sake, keep your shirt on!
Elaine, I didn't mean--
Now, let's see. Where were we?
Twelve.
Twelve!
Yes, dear.
Abby thinks we should count the first one.
Never mind about that. Just sit down.
Tell me, who was the first one?
Mr. Midgely.
He was a Baptist.
He was such a lonely, old gentleman.
All his kith and kin were dead.
We felt so sorry for him.
And then, when his heart attack came and he sat there dead in that chair looking so peaceful.
Remember, Martha?
We made up our minds, then and there that if we could help other lonely, old men to find that same peace we would.
Why, you poor....
You mean, he dropped dead right in this chair?
And then, you see, Teddy came up from digging in Panama and he thought Mr. Midgely was a yellow-fever victim.
And that meant he had to be buried immediately.
So, we all took him down to Panama and put him in the lock and gave him a decent Christian burial.
There, now you see?
That's why we told you not to bother about it because we know exactly what's to be done.
Wait a minute!
Come here, darling. What about the others?
All 12 of them didn't walk in here and drop dead.
No, dear.
Of course not!
Well, so....
-Mortimer. -What?
Do you remember those jars of poison on the shelves in Grandfather's laboratory all these years?
You know your Aunt Martha's knack for mixing things.
You've eaten enough of her piccalilli.
Well, dear, for a gallon of elderberry wine I take one teaspoonful of arsenic then add half a teaspoonful of strychnine.
And then, just a pinch of cyanide.
Should have quite a kick.
As a matter of fact, one of our gentlemen found time to say:
"How delicious! "
He did?
Well, wasn't that nice of him?
Abby, we mustn't be standing here gossiping all night.
We must get that cake frosted.
Don't worry about the cake. I couldn't eat a thing.
You newlyweds!
A sip of wine will give you an appetite.
That'd be nice, darling, a sip of....
A sip of wine!
Wine!
I'm beginning to think the cat's in on this.
He's wonderful. Happy as a lark. Singing away, digging locks.
Got him working on a yellow-fever victim.
I can see the headlines now:
"Murder lncorporator Rides Again" right across the front page.
Let me see....
Teddy! Of course.
Everybody knows he's crazy.
Let me see.
Who can I call up?
Dewey, La Guardia, Winchell?
No, Winchell's no good.
Old Judge Cullman!
I wonder if I got his number.
What am I doing with tickets?
Information.
Information?
Get me the number of Judge Cullman on North Shore Road, Brooklyn.
Yeah, would you call me back?
Wouldn't it be marvelous if he wasn't there?
Hey, you!
Thought you were tall, dark streak of light.
What are you doing here?
What am I doing here?
Didn't you hear me whistle?
Whistle? Oh, yes.
I heard you whistle.
-How do I look?
-You look fine.
-Run on home. I'll call you up tomorrow.
-Tomorrow? You know I always call you up every day or two.
You and your gags!
Where's your hat?
The bags are in the taxi.
-Come on!
-I'm so sorry.
Something's happened.
What'd you do, lose your nerve?
Where's that look I was going to see so often?
Stop!
Don't whistle in my ear, please.
What's wrong?
Look at your hair.
What color is it?
Has it turned?
Darling, what's the matter? What happened?
Those flowers are so beautiful.
If I could only tell you, Elaine. You smell so nice.
You better go home!
-But, darling, we were married today.
-Go to bed, get some rest!
Rest?
Who?
Judge Cullman?
This is Mortimer Brewster.
I'll tell you why I called you. It's about Teddy.
I've got to come over and see you right away. It won't wait until tomorrow, Judge.
It's very, very important. We've got to do something immediately.
But it's a matter of life and.... Elaine!
Will you get out of here?
What on earth is going on here?
I don't know where I stand!
-Anywhere, but don't stand there!
-But Niagara Falls!
-If it does, we'll let it!
-Wait a minute! Listen.
You can't marry me and then throw me out!
I'm not throwing you out of the house!
Will you get out of here?
I'm sorry, Judge.
A thing happened.
Judge, about Teddy, he's--
It's his bugle blowing.
The police want to throw him into a state institution.
How do you like that?
-I read an ad here about a room to rent. -Shut up!
If you sign the papers and Teddy commits himself, we can get him to Happy Dale.
It's a wonderful place.
You will?
Fine! I'll be over as soon as I've made another call.
Doorbell's ringing, dear.
How do you do? Come in.
I understand you've got a room to rent.
Do step in.
-Are you the lady of the house?
-Yes, I'm Miss Brewster.
Operator?
Give me long distance, please.
And this is my sister. Another Miss Brewster.
-My name's Gibbs.
-Well, do sit down.
I'm sorry, we're just setting the table for dinner.
Now, this would be a nice comfortable chair.
Long distance?
I want the Happy Dale Sanitarium, Happy Dale, New York.
-Is Brooklyn your home?
-I live in a hotel. Don't like it.
Are your family Brooklyn people?
-Haven't got any family. -All alone in the world?
-Well, Martha.... -No, Happy Dale.
Well, you've come to just the right house.
-Do sit down. -Dale.
"D" like in "dig," when you dig a lock.
That's right.
"A" like in "arsenic." Got that?
Is there always this much noise?
He doesn't live with us.
I can see the headlines now. Please.
I'd like to see the room. I don't think I'll like it.
The room's upstairs.
Won't you try a glass of our wine before we start up?
Never touch it.
Well, we make this ourselves. It's elderberry wine.
Elderberry?
I haven't tasted elderberry wine since I was a boy.
-Thank you.
-Operator!
I don't want the Happy Dale Laundry!
I want the Happy Dale Sanitarium! Sanitarium!
Sanitarium!
Yes, like a broken record!
-Have your own elderberry bushes?
-No, but the cemetery's full of them.
Well, skoal.
Hello, operator!
What's taking so long?
It's only across the river!
I could swim it faster!
Yes!
Hello!
Hell--
What--
What, they're busy?
Busy?
They're busy and you're dizzy!
No, I'm not drunk, madam, but you've given me an idea!
Darling, I'm nervous. Don't do that.
Not that.
Get out of here!
Do you want to be poisoned, murdered, killed?
They're nuts!
You're telling me!
Look, you can't do things like that!
Now I don't know how I can explain this to you but it's not only against the law, it's wrong.
Oh, piffle!
It's not a nice thing to do.
People wouldn't understand. He wouldn't understand.
What I mean is....
This is developing into a very bad habit!
Who?
Happy Dale Sanitarium?
That's amazing, operator.
Happy Dale?
Let me talk to Mr. Witherspoon, please.
Mr. Witherspoon speaking.
How do you do, Mr. Brewster?
How are you?
Mr. Witherspoon, do you-- I'm fine, thanks. How are you?
Do you remember our conversation about committing my brother to Happy Dale?
You do?
Well, we want to commit him there immediately.
Oh, dear.
Oh, dear. That's too bad.
Well, I'd hoped we wouldn't have him for some time yet.
We have several Theodore Roosevelts at the moment and it would lead to trouble.
Well, now, if he thought that--
Mr. Brewster, we're a bit short of Napoleons at present.
Bonaparte. And if--
Oh, I see. Of course.
Well, if your mind is made up. Yes.
Have you had the papers drawn up?
No, but I'll do it now and call you as soon as I have them.
Thank you, Mr.-
- What?
All right.
Thank you, Mr. Witherspoon.
Another Roosevelt. Oh, dear.
Now listen, I'm going to Judge Cullman's, but I want you to promise me something.
Well, we'd have to know what it was first.
I love you both very much.
You know I'd do anything for you, don't you?
Yes, dear.
I want you to do one thing for me, like good girls.
What do you want us to do?
Don't do anything.
I mean, don't do anything!
Don't let anyone in the house and leave Mr. Whosit where he is.
Get off that thing.
I can't talk to you....
I can't concentrate.
I wouldn't want anything in the world to happen to you.
What on earth could happen to us?
Well, darling....
Anyway, you'll do that little thing for me, won't you?
Where's my hat? There it is.
-But, Mortimer.
-What?
We were planning to hold services before dinner.
-Couldn't that wait until I get back?
-You could join us in the hymns!
Yes, darling, I'll sing with you, I'll dance with you, anything.
Remember, don't let anybody in the house until I get back.
You promise?
Good.
What?
Stop that.
What is it?
Mr. Hoskins' hat!
-Do you still want me to wait?
-Yes! Call me a cab!
-Hey, cab! Here you are.
-Don't open it.
I'll sit with you!
Yeah, that's right. I can go faster that way. Sure.
Wait a minute!
What am I doing?
Fancy getting nice Mr. Hoskins' hat all mussed up.
Shame!
Such a nice hat.
You know, Mortimer didn't seem to be quite himself today.
Oh, well.
What were you saying about Mortimer?
I think I understand why he seemed so upset.
Why?
He's just been married.
I believe that always makes a man a little nervous.
Yes.
The poor dears.
I'm so happy for Elaine.
Abby!
If Mortimer's coming back for the services, we'll need another hymnal.
There's one up in my room.
I'll go, dear.
We promised Mortimer we wouldn't let anyone come in.
It's two men, and I've never seen them before.
-Are you sure? -Yes.
-Let me look. -You look.
-Do you recognize them?
-No, they're strangers to me.
We'll just have to pretend we're not at home.
Come in, doctor.
This is the home of my youth.
As a boy, I couldn't wait to escape from this house.
Now I'm glad to escape back into it.
Yes, Johnny, it's a good hideout.
The family must still live here.
I hope there's a fatted calf awaiting the return of the prodigal.
A fatted calf? .
Johnny, I'm so hungry.
Look, Johnny. Drink.
As if we were expected.
A good omen.
Who are you?
What are you doing here?
Aunt Abby.
Aunt Martha.
It's Jonathan.
You get out of here!
I'm Jonathan, you know.
Your nephew, Jonathan.
No, you're not.
You're nothing like Jonathan, so don't pretend you are.
You just get out of here.
I see you're still wearing the lovely garnet ring that Grandma Brewster bought in England.
And you, Aunt Martha, still the high collar to hide the scar where Grandfather's acid burned you.
Why, his voice is like Jonathan's.
Have you been in an accident?
My face.
Dr. Einstein is responsible for that.
He's a plastic surgeon.
But I've seen that face before.
Do you remember when we took the little Schultz boy to the movies and I was so frightened?
It was that face.
Take it easy, Johnny. Take it easy.
Don't worry.
The last five years, I give him three different faces.
I give him another one right away.
That last face.
I saw that picture, too just before I operated.
I was intoxicated.
You see, doctor, what you've done to me?
-Even my own family think I'm--
-Johnny, Johnny!
You are home in this lovely house.
You know how many times he tells me about Brooklyn, about this house and about his aunts he loves so much?
They know you.
Please tell him so.
Jonathan it's been a long time.
Bless you. It's good to be home again.
We mustn't let what's on the stove boil over.
If you'll excuse us for a moment, Jonathan.
Unless you're in a hurry to go somewhere.
Where do we go from here?
You know, we got to think fast.
The police got pictures of that face. I got to operate on you right away.
We got to find someplace.
We got to find someplace for Mr. Spenalzo, too.
Don't waste any worry on that rat.
But we got a hot stiff on our hands.
Forget Mr. Spenalzo.
But, Johnny, we can't leave a dead body in the rumble seat.
You shouldn't have killed him.
Just because he knows something about us, what happens?
We come to him for help and he tries to shake us down.
Besides, he said I looked like Boris Karloff.
That's your work, doctor.
You did that to me.
Please, Johnny, take it easy.
We'll find some place and I'll fix you up right away.
Yes, tonight, but I have to eat first.
This time, I want the face of an absolute nonentity.
Yes. I know exactly what I'm going to do.
You see, I'm going to take this piece here and lift it up--
Be careful about the stitches this time.
You leave that up to me.
I'll give you nice ears and--
-You were careless last time. -And new stitches.
And on the eyes I'll do a Schmidt. That's my specialty.
-I take it together like this--
-Leave the eyes alone.
Leave the nose alone.
Poor Teddy.
I imagine it's for the best.
"Ours not to reason why, ours but to do--"
Sign right here, please, Judge. Excuse me.
Right there.
Sometimes I think, with the world in its present chaotic state--
Yes, we'd all be better off at Happy Dale.
I sign here as next of kin, don't I?
Only last week I created a mild sensation at the Bar Association, when I said--
Goodbye. Good luck, Judge. Thank you.
Tell Martha and Abby I'll be over this week.
I've been feeling rather lonely.
No!
Never tell them you've been lonely.
Never!
-Why, I don't--
-Judge!
Tell me, are you a drinking man?
Why, no.
I never indulge.
Good!
Then you'll live longer.
Of course a little wine now--
No!
For heaven's sake, no wine!
I may be committing the wrong Brewster.
Well, I'm sure you both want to get to wherever you're going.
My dear, sweet aunties, I'm so full of your delicious dinner...
-... I'm unable to move a muscle.
-Yes, it's nice here.
I found it!
Gentlemen, be seated.
Here it is, gentlemen. The story of my life, my biography.
Here's the picture I was telling you about. Here we both are.
President Roosevelt and General Goethals at Culebra Cut.
That's me, General, and that's you.
My, how I've changed!
That picture hasn't been taken yet. We haven't started work on Culebra Cut.
We're still digging locks.
And now, General, we will both go to Panama and inspect the new lock.
No, Teddy. Not to Panama.
Maybe some other time, Mr. President. Panama is a long ways off.
-Nonsense! It's just down in the cellar. -The cellar?
We let him dig the Panama Canal in the cellar.
-General Goethals?
-Yes, sir.
As President of the US, Commander in Chief of the Army and Navy and the man who gave you this job I demand that you accompany me on the inspection of the new lock.
I think it's time for you to go to bed.
I beg your pardon.
Who are you?
I'm Woodrow Wilson. Go to bed.
No, you're not Wilson. But your face is familiar.
You're not anyone I know now. Perhaps later, on my hunting trip to Africa.
You look like someone I might meet in the jungle.
I think, perhaps, you had better go to bed, Teddy.
He and his friend want to get back to their hotel.
General Goethals, inspect the canal.
All right, Mr. President, we go to Panama.
Bully, bully!
Follow me, General.
It's down south, you know.
Well, bon voyage!
I must correct your misapprehension.
You talked of our hotel.
We have no hotel. We came here directly.
This is not your home, and I'm afraid you can't stay here.
Dr. Einstein and I need a place to sleep.
You remember that, as a boy, I could be disagreeable.
It would not be pleasant for any of us if....
I don't have to go into details, do I?
Perhaps we'd better let them stay here tonight.
Come here. Quick.
I forgot to tell you Doctor and I are turning Grandfather's laboratory into an operating room.
We expect to be very busy.
-Down here, what do you think I find?
-What?
The Panama Canal.
And it just fits Mr. Spenalzo.
See the hole he's digging. Four feet wide, six feet long.
He just fits!
You'd think he knew we were bringing Mr. Spenalzo along.
That's hospitality.
Rather a good joke on my aunts.
They're living in a house with a body buried in the cellar.
How do we get him in here?
Yes, we can't just walk Mr. Spenalzo in through the door.
We'll get the car and after they're in bed, we'll bring him in through the window.
Bed.
We're moving the car behind the house. You'd better get to bed.
The car is all right where it is until morning.
I don't want to leave it in the street.
That might be against the law.
What are we going to do?
We're not going to let them spend more than one night in this house.
What would the neighbors think?
People coming in here with one face and going out with another.
What are we going to do about Mr. Hoskins?
Mr. Hoskins!
It can't be very comfortable for him in there.
And he's been so patient, the poor dear.
I think Teddy had better take Mr. Hoskins downstairs right away.
General Goethals was very pleased.
He said the canal was just the right size.
Teddy, there's been another yellow-fever victim.
Dear me!
This will be a shock to the General.
No, we must keep it a secret.
A state secret?
Yes, a state secret.
Promise?
You have the word of the President of the United States.
Cross my heart and hope to die.
Now, let's see.
How are we going to keep it a secret?
Teddy, I think you'd better get back down into the cellar.
And then when I turn out the lights, when everything's dark here you come up and take the poor man down to the canal.
Now get along.
And we'll come down later and hold services.
-Where is the poor devil?
-In the windowseat.
It seems to be spreading.
We've never had yellow fever there before.
I've never even seen Mr. Hoskins!
My goodness!
That's right, you were out.
You just come right along and see him now.
You know, he's really very nice looking, considering that he's a Methodist.
We're bringing the luggage through here.
Your room is waiting for you.
You can go right up.
I'm afraid we don't keep Brooklyn hours.
You two run along to bed.
But you must be very tired. Both of you.
-And we don't go to bed this early.
-It's time I came home to take care of you.
Take the bags upstairs.
For the instruments, I'll come back later.
Good night.
Now, we'll all go to bed.
I'll wait until you're up and then turn out the lights.
Run along, Aunt Martha.
Just off the laboratory, Doctor.
-All right, Aunt Abby. -I'll be right up.
Now!
Turn out the lights.
He's all right, Johnny.
I'll open the window. You go round and hand him through.
But he's too heavy for me.
You go outside and push, and I'll stay here and pull.
And then together we take him down to Panama.
All right. We must be quick. I'll take a look around outside the house.
When I tap on the glass, you open the window.
Yeah.
It's dark in here.
Where am I?
Here I am.
Who left this open?
Okay, wait a minute. Hand him over.
Now I have him.
Allez, up!
Now, wait a minute. You lost a leg somewhere.
Help me.
He's so heavy.
Now I have him.
Now I got him.
-Be careful.
-But his shoe came off.
Help me.
He's so heavy.
Now I've got him!
Johnny, somebody's at the door. Go open, quick.
I'll manage Spenalzo.
Go, quick!
Mortimer!
Aunt Abby!
Aunt Martha!
Who is it?
Is that you, Teddy?
Who are you?
I'm Elaine Harper. I live next door.
What are you doing here?
I came here to see my husband, Mortimer.
Why did you say your name was Harper?
It is Harper. I mean, it's Brewster.
I'm not very used to it. I'm a brand-new Brewster.
Doctor!
It's all right. It's okay.
Maybe you'd better explain what you're doing here.
We happen to live here.
You don't live here.
I'm in this house every day, I've never seen you before.
Where are Martha and Abby?
What have you done to them?
Perhaps we'd better introduce ourselves.
May I present Dr. Einstein?
Dr. Einstein?
A surgeon of great distinction.
And something of a magician.
-I suppose you'll tell me you're Boris-- -I am Jonathan Brewster.
-You're Jonathan. -You've heard of me?
-Yes, they talk about you.
-What do they say about me?
Just that there's another brother named Jonathan, that's all.
That explains everything.
Now that I know who you are I'll just be running along if you'll kindly unlock the door.
"That explains everything." Just what do you mean by that?
Why do you come here at this time of night?
I just thought I saw Mortimer drive up. I suppose it was you.
You thought you saw someone drive up?
Yes. Weren't you just outside?
lsn't that your car?
-You saw someone at the car?
-Yes.
-What else did you see?
-Just that, that's all!
I see. Is that why you came over here?
No, I came to see Mortimer.
But if he's not home, I'll run--
-You've given two names.
-You're hurting me!
I think she's dangerous.
No visitors. It's going to be a private funeral.
-Tell these men who I am!
-That's my daughter, Alice.
No!
Don't be a tomboy. Don't play rough with the gentlemen.
Charge!
Doctor, the cellar.
Let go of me!
Let go of me!
What's the matter?
What's happening down there?
What's the matter?
What are you doing there?
We caught a burglar, a sneak thief. Go back to your room.
-We'll call the police.
-I'll handle this. Go back to your room.
Do you hear me?
Don't answer that.
Don't answer that!
Where's Teddy?
ls he upstairs?
Never mind that now, darling.
What are you doing with your best clothes on?
Holy....
What's that?
What's that thing that looks like a cigar-store dummy?
-It's your brother and Dr. Einstein.
-Didn't I tell you not to let anybody in?
-Who did you say it was?
-It's your brother, Jonathan!
-I've come back home, Mortimer. -What?
I've come back home, Mortimer.
"I've come back home, Mortimer." Listen, it talks!
Yes, I talk.
Mortimer, have you forgotten the things I used to do to you when you were tied to the bedpost?
The needles under your fingernails.
-Mortimer, he--
-Wait a minute.
Holy mackerel!
It is Jonathan!
I'm glad you remember, Mortimer.
Yeah, I remember.
How could I forget you?
Where'd you get that face?
Hollywood?
Don't you two boys start quarreling the minute you've seen each other.
We invited Jonathan and Dr. Einstein to stay.
-What?
-Just for tonight.
No, I'm staying here tonight.
-In fact, I'm staying here from now on. -What about me?
There's no room for anybody else here.
Please, just a moment.
So take that little squirt and beat it!
Where's Teddy?
I've got to see him right away.
We don't take up much room.
Johnny can sleep on the sofa, and I'll sleep on the windowseat.
Nothing to....
Windowseat?
Certainly not on the windowseat.
I'm going to sleep on the windowseat.
I'll sleep on the windowseat from now on.
Now look.
Now, be a good fellow.
Here's $10. Go out and haunt yourself a hotel.
Mortimer, you know what I do to people who order me around.
Mr. Spenalzo.
What?
What's going to happen to Mr. Spenalzo?
We can't leave him here in the windowseat.
Doctor, I've completely lost track of Mr. Spenalzo.
Wait!
Who's this Mr. Spenalzo?
A friend of ours Johnny was looking for.
Don't bring anyone else in here.
Now, beat it!
It's all right, Johnny.
While we are packing, I'll tell you about him.
I'll take care of you, Mortimer, in just a little while.
How do you like that?
The guy stays away for 20 years and picks tonight to come back.
Elaine, what are you doing here?
-Mortimer!
-What's the matter, darling?
-I almost got killed. -Killed?
Aunt Abby, Aunt Martha!
No!
It was Jonathan!
He mistook her for a sneak thief.
-Oh, that. -It was worse than that.
He's some kind of a maniac.
I'm afraid of him.
Darling, don't worry about it. I'm here now. Forget it.
We were married today, we were going over Niagara Falls your brother tries to strangle me, a taxi's waiting and now you want to sleep on a windowseat!
Windowseat.
Witherspoon.
-You'd better run along home. -What?
Go on home like a good girl. I got things to do.
-But--
-Please.
Operator?
Get me Happy Dale 2-7-0, please.
But didn't you hear what I was just saying?
Your own brother Jonathan, he was trying to strangle me!
-Please!
This is important! -That?
Mr. Witherspoon?
This is Mortimer Brewster.
Yes, Mr. Brewster.
Well, I don't understand you.
-He was going to kill me!
-Wait, I can't hear the man.
Well, look. I've got the papers all drawn up.
I know it's late, but come down here and get my brother immediately!
Please, darling.
By the way, you've had the papers signed by your brother and the doctor, of course?
By the doctor?
Oh, holy mackerel!
I forgot the doctor!
Please, be quiet!
Can't you see I've got to get a doctor?
What kind of a doctor?
A family doctor?
You can take your honeymoon, wedding ring, taxi, windowseat put them in a barrel, and push them all over Niagara Falls!
Thank you, darling. Thank you.
Why don't you come down here anyway?
While you're getting here, I'll get Teddy's and the doctor's signatures.
I'll get both signatures.
Yeah, well, come right away.
What's the matter with her?
Let me sit down. Let me think about this thing.
Doctor, Teddy, signature....
Hoskins!
Ye gods!
There's another one!
Aunt Abby!
Aunt Martha!
-Come in here! -We're busy.
No, you come in here now!
Yes, dear, what is it?
Where's Elaine?
Didn't you promise not to let anyone in?
-Jonathan just walked in.
-I don't mean Jonathan!
I don't mean Dr. Einstein! Who is that in the windowseat?
We told you. Mr. Hoskins.
It is not Mr. Hoskins!
There!
Who can that be?
-Are you saying you've never seen him?
-I certainly am.
This is a fine how-do-you-do!
It's getting so anyone thinks he can walk in!
Don't you try to get out of this!
That's another one of your gentlemen!
How can you say such a thing?
That man's an impostor.
And if he came here to be buried in our cellar, he's mistaken.
You admitted you put Mr. Hoskins in the windowseat.
Yes, I did.
This man couldn't have got the idea from Mr. Hoskins!
-By the way, where is Mr. Hoskins?
-He must have gone to Panama.
-What?
You buried him?
-Not yet.
He's down there waiting for the services, poor dear.
We haven't had a minute, what with Jonathan in the house.
Oh, dear.
We've always wanted to hold a double funeral.
But I will not read services over a total stranger!
A total stranger. How can I believe you?
There are 12 men down there, you admit you poisoned them!
Yes, I did.
But you don't think I'd stoop to telling a fib!
What do you think has happened?
"A fib! "
This may interest you, Mortimer.
I've decided that we're staying.
And I've also decided that you're leaving, and I mean now.
Listen, handsome. I'm in no mood to debate the question.
Are you getting out, or am I throwing you out on your ear?
I've led a strange life.
Martha, you come straight along here.
You just look and see what's in that windowseat.
No.
Don't....
Let Aunt Martha see what's in the windowseat.
Aunt Abby, darling, I owe you an apology.
I've got some very good news for you. Jonathan is leaving.
And he's taking Dr. Einstein and that cold companion with him.
Listen. You're my brother, you're a Brewster.
I'll give you a chance to get away and take the evidence with you.
You can't ask for more than that.
Well?
All right, in that case, I'll have to call the police.
Don't reach for the telephone.
Remember, what happened to Mr. Spenalzo can happen to you, too.
Spenalzo?
I knew he was a foreigner.
Put down that telephone.
Officer O'Hara!
I saw the lights and thought you might have sickness....
You got company?
Sorry I disturbed you.
-No! Come in. -Yes, do come in.
Come right in, Officer. This is our nephew, Mortimer.
-Pleased to meet you. -Glad to see you.
-And this is another nephew, Jonathan.
-Pleased to make your acquaintance.
Your face is familiar. Haven't I seen a picture of you?
I don't think so.
-I'll be running along. -Why? Stay until my brother leaves.
I got to ring in, Mr.--
Are you "the" Mortimer Brewster, the writer and dramatic critic?
Yes, why?
What a break for me!
I'm a playwright. I'm working on a play now.
You are?
Well, well, well!
-Maybe I can help you with it.
-Would you?
What a break!
I get wonderful ideas, but I can't spell them.
I can spell like the dickens. Constantinople?
Let's go into the kitchen. You can tell me all about it.
Couldn't you whip up a sandwich?
I hope you don't mind eating in the kitchen, Officer O'Hara.
And where else would you eat?
See you in a moment.
This is your last chance.
I'll keep O'Hara busy to give you a chance to get out.
All three of you:
you, Dr. Einstein and Spenalzo.
If you don't leave here, I'll introduce Officer O'Hara to Mr. Spenalzo.
My play takes place in--
I'll be right with you, O'Hara. Right with you.
Just give me one moment.
Now get going!
All three of you.
This affair between my brother and myself has got to be settled.
But we've got trouble enough as it is. Come, let's go.
We're not going. We're sleeping right here in this house.
What?
With a cop in the kitchen and Spenalzo in the windowseat?
That's all he's got on us.
We'll take Spenalzo and dump him in the bay.
After that, we're coming back here.
Then if he tries to interfere--
No, no, Johnny. No, please.
We've got a wonderful setup here. We can make a fortune.
Two old ladies as a front. Only Mortimer stands in our way.
I never did like Mortimer.
Please, take it easy.
Please!
Doctor, you know when I make up my mind--
When you make up your mind, you lose your head.
Look, Brooklyn ain't a good setup for you.
Okay, Johnny.
Take the instruments and hide them in the cellar. Move fast.
-You don't know what goes on in Brooklyn.
-I don't know.
-My mother was an actress. -Legitimate?
Of course.
She was my mother.
-Excuse me. -Peaches La Tour was her name.
-Come quick! -What's the matter?
-You know that hole in the cellar?
-Yes.
Well, we got an ace in the hole.
It's no fly-by-night idea. I worked on it for 12 years.
Well, rehash it. I'll be back in a minute.
-Swell. -I like the first act.
I didn't tell you the first--
I thought I told you....
Yes, Mortimer.
What are you doing still here? I thought I said beat it.
We're not going.
-You're not going? -No.
You stay out of this.
All right, you asked for it.
-Officer O'Hara?
-Coming.
If you tell O'Hara what's in the windowseat I'll tell him what's in the cellar.
Cellar?
There's an elderly gentleman down there who seems to be very dead.
-What were you doing there?
-What's he doing there?
Now what are you going to tell O'Hara?
Your aunts want to hear the rest. Shall I bring them in here?
You can't do that now. You'd better ring in.
The heck with ringing in!
I want to tell you the plot.
You can't tell me in front of those two fellas.
Lowbrows, huh?
Let's go where we can be alone. I'll meet you there later.
How about the backroom at Kelly's?
Fine place.
Bohemian atmosphere. Genius at work.
You ring in and I'll meet you at Kelly's.
Why don't you both go down in the cellar?
That's all right with me.
There's a much more literary atmosphere in Kelly's, I assure you.
This opening will kill you.
I'm waiting to be born and the doctor--
The doctor!
Look, you ring in and I'll see you later.
You won't stand me up, will you?
This is a great play.
-I'll see you down there.
-Can't wait!
Doctor, doctor.
Where are those papers?
There they are.
You're smug, aren't you?
You think you've got it over me. You haven't.
You think I'm afraid to tell about Spenalzo because of Hoskins.
Well, I'm not!
The moment I get Spenalzo....
The moment the doctor signs, I don't care who knows about Hoskins.
And you better feel the same way about Spenalzo.
Yes, Spenalzo!
-Where are you going?
-To the doctor's.
Where do you....
When I come back, I expect to find you gone.
Wait for me!
We'll wait for him.
Did he look guilty!
Well, Martha, I think we can start the services now.
We thought we heard you leave.
Perish the thought, dear aunties. That was just Mortimer.
And speaking of services will you make us some coffee while we take Spenalzo down to the cellar?
No, Jonathan.
You've got to take him with you!
There's a friend of Mortimer's downstairs waiting for him.
-A friend of Mortimer's?
-Take his feet, Doctor.
Mr. Spenalzo and he will get along fine together.
They're both dead.
He must mean Mr. Hoskins.
Mr. Hoskins?
You know about what's down there?
Of course we do. And he's no friend of Mortimer's.
-He's one of our gentlemen. -Your gentlemen?
Yes.
And we won't have any strangers buried in our cellar.
-But Mr. Hoskins--
-Mr. Hoskins is no stranger.
Besides, there's no room for Mr. Spenalzo.
The cellar's crowded already.
Crowded?
With what?
There are 12 graves down there now.
Twelve graves.
That leaves very little room and we're going to need it.
You mean, you and Aunt Martha have murdered 12--
Murdered?
Certainly not. It's one of our charities.
Why, what we've been doing is a mercy.
So you just take your Mr. Spenalzo out of here.
You've done all that right here in this house and buried them in the cellar?
That's wonderful, Johnny!
We've been chased all over the world and they stay right here in Brooklyn, and they do just as good as you do.
What?
You got 12, they got 12.
I've got 13.
-No, Johnny, 12. Don't brag. -Thirteen.
There's Mr. Spenalzo. Then the first one in London.
Two in Johannesburg, one in Sydney, one in Melbourne two in San Francisco, one in Phoenix, Arizona.
Phoenix?
-The filling station. -Filling....
Three in Chicago and one in South Bend.
That makes 13.
You cannot count the one in South Bend. He died of pneumonia.
He wouldn't have died of pneumonia if I hadn't shot him.
You cannot count him.
You got 12, they got 12.
The old ladies is just as good as you are.
They are, are they?
Well, that's easily taken care of.
All I need is one more.
That's all.
Just one more.
And I've a pretty good idea who it is.
I'm a lucky man to have caught you at home, Dr. Gilchrist.
This is most irregular.
I'm sorry to have dragged you out of bed, but only you can help me.
I know Teddy blows bugles, but I can't commit a man just on that.
If you'd talk with him I'm sure you'd be convinced.
Here's the house l--
-There goes Hoskins. -Who?
What?
Did I say....
-You better wait. -Here?
I'll bring Teddy out.
I wouldn't want to alarm the old ladies, seeing a doctor.
-You wait here. -In the cemetery?
It's Halloween.
The pixies won't be out till after midnight.
Make yourself comfortable. Pull up a tombstone.
I'll be right back.
-Hey, $22.50!
-What?
$22.50!
Oh, yes, looks good on you!
Not the suit, the meter!
"Looks good on me." $22.50.
-Did you give him a 21-gun salute?
-Yes, with a Maxim silencer.
Five more bucks and you'll own it.
No, thanks. It wouldn't fit me.
-Mr. President, may I present--
-Dr. Livingstone! -Livingstone?
-That's what he presumes.
The doctor would like to have a few words with you.
Certainly. Welcome to Washington.
Arlington is beautiful at this time of year, is it not?
Yes, indeed.
Well now, that's that.
It gives me a chance to rest.
So far, so good.
Not so good.
Do you or do you not love me?
How can you say such a thing?
Darling, of course I love you.
-Do you?
-Yes, darling.
Then why have you been treating me the way you have?
Darling, I love you so much, I can't go through with our marriage.
Have you suddenly gone crazy?
I don't think so, but it's only a matter of time.
Darling, would you want to have children with three heads?
You wouldn't want to set up housekeeping in a padded cell.
-What are you talking about?
-Well, I don't quite know.
I probably should have told you this before, but you see well, insanity runs in my family.
It practically gallops.
Just because Teddy's strange, that doesn't mean--
No, darling. It's way back before Teddy.
This goes back to the first Brewster who came over on the Mayflower.
You know how in those days the Indians used to scalp the settlers?
He used to scalp the Indians.
Darling, that's ancient history.
Doctor, I'll run for a third term, but I won't be elected.
That'll mean the last of the Roosevelts in the White House.
-That's what you think.
-Of course, if the country insists....
Darling, all this doesn't prove a thing.
Look at your aunts. They're Brewsters, aren't they?
They're the sweetest, sanest people I've ever known.
Well, even they have their peculiarities.
What of it?
So your family's crazy. So you're crazy.
That's the way I love you.
I'm crazy too, but kiss me.
No, no.
I....
Goodbye, Ambassador. I've enjoyed this little talk very much.
Anytime you're in Washington, drop in to see me at the White House.
-Those papers.
-Go away.
Papers!
-I'll commit him to any place. -You will?
I've just been appointed Ambassador to Bolivia!
You see?
Didn't I tell you?
Don't worry about that. Just go on signing the papers.
Thank you.
All right!
We'll find out whose house this is!
I'm warning you, you better stop it.
There's no use doing what you're doing. It'll just have to be undone.
Aunt Abby, go to bed!
It's a terrible thing to do to bury a good Methodist with a foreigner.
Where have you been?
Getting some papers signed. Is Teddy in his room?
What is the matter with you?
Running around getting papers signed at a time like this.
Martha and I are going for the police.
Police!
Wait!
-You can't go for the police. -Oh, no?
You know what Jonathan's doing?
He's putting Mr. Hoskins and Mr. Spenalzo in together.
All right, let him.
This is all fixed up nice now.
Nice and smooth like a lake.
The President will be very proud of his Panama Canal.
Bed feels good already.
You know, we didn't get any sleep for 48 hours.
You're forgetting, Doctor.
If Jonathan and Mr. Spenalzo aren't out this house before morning we're going for the police.
I'll get them out, I promise!
-Then you get the wedding silver.
-Remember, no police!
No police!
Look, go to bed, will you?
Get out of those clothes!
You look like a double blackout.
My brother, Mortimer.
I just heard him upstairs.
No! I am tired.
You forget, I got to operate on your face tomorrow.
You are going to operate tomorrow, Doctor.
But tonight we are taking care of Mortimer.
But Johnny, not tonight!
We'll do it tomorrow.
Or the next day.
Look at me, Doctor.
You can see that it's got to be done, can't you?
Yeah, I know that look.
It's a little late to dissolve our partnership.
Okay, Johnny. Okay, we'll do it.
But the quick way, huh?
The quick twist like in London.
No, Doctor. I think this calls for something special.
I think, perhaps, the Melbourne method.
Not the Melbourne method, please!
Two hours!
And then when it was all over, what?
The fellow in London was just as dead as the fellow in Melbourne.
Don't do that, Mr. President.
But I cannot sign anything without consulting my Cabinet.
This must be secret.
A secret proclamation?
How unusual.
Yes, it's the only way we can outsmart the other fellow.
-Who's the other fellow?
-That's the secret.
Oh, I see!
Very clever.
A secret proclamation has to be signed in secret.
-Of course, Mr. President. -I'll put on my signing clothes.
You already have them on, Mr. President.
So I have.
Wait here.
Hey, Mr. Brewster.
What is it, mice?
-You get out of this house. -Can't you see I'm busy?
Thank you, Mr. President.
What a load off my mind.
Boy, could I use a drink!
-Get out of here, will you, please?
-What?
Speak up.
I can't hear you.
Johnny's in a bad mood.
Get out!
-Stop underplaying. I can't hear you.
-Please listen to me. Get out.
Stop all this!
What are you doing?
Look, Doc- - Are you really a doctor?
Yes, Heidelberg, 1919.
Heidelberg?
How'd you hook up with Jonathan?
I tell you later about that, but you go now.
Please listen to me.
Stop it, Doctor!
You get out of here!
Look, when Johnny's in that mood he's a madman.
He's a maniac!
And then things happen. Horrible things.
-Get out of here!
-Will you stop it?
Stop telling me about Jonathan, I'll take care of him.
You take care of yourself.
Get going, little fellow.
-What's that?
Wait. -My schnapps.
-I could use that. -That's mine.
Please. Only for dramatic critics.
You beat it before things start popping around here.
But, look, Mr. Brewster, please.
You've just been married.
You have a nice little wife waiting for you. Please go now.
Please.
Don't those plays you see all the time teach you anything?
Don't get me on the subject of plays!
I've got to wait for Mr. Witherspoon.
At least people in plays act like they got sense.
Did anybody in a play ever act like they got intelligence?
-How can somebody be so stupid?
-You ought to have my job.
When you get out of prison, have yourself wheeled to the Garrick Theater.
There's a play that's so bad, it'll still be running when you get out.
There's a man.... Now listen to this.
He knows he's in the house with murderers and should know he's in danger.
He's even been warned to get out. And does he go?
No, he doesn't.
He stays!
This fellow doesn't even have sense to be scared or to be on his guard.
The murderer even invites him to sit down.
-What do you think he does?
-I don't know.
He sits down!
He deliberately pulls up a chair and he sits down in it.
Isn't that great?
So there he is, all waiting to be trussed up and gagged.
What do you think they tied him up with?
The curtain cord.
Curtain cord?
But didn't he see him get it?
No. The silly chump sits down with his back toward the murderer.
All he has to do is look around, but does he?
See, brother Heidelberg, in a play or even in a movie a fellow never sees or hears anything.
That's right.
But what does he do?
The big chump sits there. This fellow's supposed to be bright.
Now get a load of this. Look at the attitude.
Large as life!
He sits there waiting to be tied up and gagged.
The big dope!
You were right about that fellow. He wasn't very bright.
Yes, Mortimer.
I've been away for 20 years.
But never, my dear brother, were you out of my mind.
In Melbourne one night, I dreamt of you.
The more you struggle the more you strangle yourself.
Later on, you may consider that a blessing.
Now, Doctor we go to work.
Johnny, for me, the quick way. Please.
-This must be an artistic achievement. -Please.
After all, we're performing before a very distinguished critic.
Please!
All right. Let's get it over with.
But I cannot see this without the drink.
Pull yourself together.
But I can't pull myself together without a drink.
You remember when we came in, there was some wine.
And then they took it. Where did they put it?
I found some wine.
Here, I'll split it with you.
We both have a drink before we operate.
I am so happy that we don't have to operate without a drink.
One moment, please.
Where are your manners?
Yes, Mortimer.
I realize now that it was you who brought me back to Brooklyn.
We drink to you.
To my dear, dead brother.
That idiot!
-He goes next.
That's all.
He goes next!
-Not Teddy!
Please!
-We'll get to him later.
-You won't at all!
We have to work fast. The quick way.
The quick way, yes!
If it has to be, then the quick way.
The colonel has to quit blowing that horn.
It's all right. We're taking the bugle away from him.
I'd better talk to him myself. Where's the lights?
You stood me up!
I've been waiting for you for over an hour at Kelly's.
-What happened to him?
-Nothing.
He was explaining a play he saw and that's what happened to a man in the play.
I see.
Did that really happen in a play you saw?
How do you like that?
You can't trust nobody.
They practically stole that from my play.
In the second act, just-- Maybe I'd better start at the beginning.
Yeah, sure.
You've got to hear the plot!
My mother's making up.
Like a flash, out of a clear sky the door opens and a man with a mustache comes in.
He says, "Miss Peaches La Tour, will you marry me?"
That's the first scene.
My mother doesn't say they're married.
That's the surprise!
What a kick!
Twenty-five years pass.
Well, in the meantime, there's me.
Growing into a magnificent specimen.
So what do I do? I join the police force and become one of New York's finest.
I'm cleaning out a crooked laundry, see?
Little do I know it but a dope fiend with a knife is after me.
I'm in great danger.
It's getting you, ain't it?
I can see it in your eyes.
You ain't heard nothing yet.
All of a sudden, a fire breaks out.
What an effect!
Firemen rush in and who's leading them?
Mayor Fiorello La Guardia!
What's the matter with him?
-Probably your play put him to sleep.
-What?
-I personally like it very much.
-It's probably over his head.
-Where have I seen that face before?
-No, please.
The scene changes.
It's an evolving stage.
I'm walking along my beat, casual-like when a guy that I'm following, it turns out he's following me!
Don't let nobody in. I figures I'll outsmart him.
-There's a vacant house on the corner.
-Johnny, the cops!
I sees the door handle turn, so I pulls out my gun braces myself against the wall and I says:
"Come in! "
Hello, boys.
-What the Sam Hill's going on?
-Sarge, this is Mortimer Brewster.
-He's going to help me write my play.
-Do you have to tie him up?
Report in. Why didn't you ring in?
The whole force is out looking for you.
Right in the middle of the second act. Did they send you here?
No, we came to warn the old ladies.
-The colonel blew that bugle again. -I heard him.
The neighbors are phoning in. The Lieutenant's on the warpath.
He says we've got to put him away someplace.
Now, who the heck is this?
Mr. Brewster's brother. My play put him to sleep.
That's the one that ran away. So he came back.
Brophy. Get me Mac.
Have you got yourself in a mess!
You're two hours overdue at the station.
I better let them know that I found you.
It wasn't that bad, was it?
Tell the Lieutenant he can call off the big manhunt. We found him.
At the Brewster house.
Shall we bring him in?
All right, we'll hold him right here.
The Lieutenant is on his way over.
So I've been turned in?
All right, you've got me.
I suppose you and my stool-pigeon brother will split the reward.
Yes, reward!
Now I'll do some turning in!
Wait a minute, Mr. Brewster.
You think my aunts are sweet, charming old ladies, don't you?
Well, there's 13 bodies buried in the cellar!
Yes, 13.
Be careful what you say. Your aunts are friends of ours.
-I'll show them to you.
-Don't make trouble for them!
Never mind, Mr. Brewster. Leave him to me.
-Come down to the cellar. -Wait a minute.
Thirteen bodies. I'll show you where they're buried.
-Go to the cellar with him. -Yes, come to the cellar.
Well, look, do I have to?
Maybe I don't want to go down to the cellar.
Go on down the cellar with him!
Now, please. I'll tell you the rest of my play later.
-Go on down the cellar with him.
-Do I have to?
Look at that puss. He looks like Boris Karloff.
Don't!
Sarge!
Look out, Pat!
-Look out!
-He's got a gun.
I got him, Pat.
Look out!
Fight.
Go on and fight.
That's enough, that's enough. Everybody off.
Pat, look out!
Amazing.
Such a fine day, too.
All I did was cross the bridge and I was in Brooklyn. Amazing.
Don't bother me now.
You could use this in the third act.
I got something better.
Let me tell you--
I'll see you later.
The papers are all signed. What do I care?
Go ahead, fight.
I'd better call and see if Witherspoon has left.
Telephone.
I'll get every one of you!
I hate cops.
I'll brain the first one that comes near me!
A little higher, brother. Thank you very much. That's fine.
Don't do that, please.
Get him, Pat.
That won't have any effect.
I've tried it before--
It did. Isn't that amazing?
Oh, dear. Wish I could relax like that.
-Witherspoon.
What has occurred?
Never mind!
Didn't I tell you I'd handle this?
Well, Lieutenant!
-We were just acting in self-defense.
-What happened? He put up a fight?
This isn't the one who blows the bugle.
-This is his brother who tried to kill O'Hara.
-All I said was he looked like Boris Karloff.
Boris....
Turn him over.
Kind of think he's wanted somewhere.
You "kind of think he's wanted somewhere"?
If you guys can't look at the circulars we put up you can at least read short detective stories.
Certainly, he's wanted.
In Indiana!
He escaped from the prison for criminally insane. He's a lifer.
That's my brother.
That's the way they described him. "He looked like Karloff."
Why'd you knock him out?
He tried to get us to go to the cellar. He says 13 bodies are there.
Thirteen bodies in the cellar and that don't tip you off the guy's from a nuthouse?
Thanks, pal.
About my not ringing in, I want to--
Where have you been all night?
Don't tell me.
I was right here writing a play with Mortimer Brewster.
You're going to have a long time on that play.
You're suspended.
Now go on.
Report in.
Bring him to and find out where his accomplice is.
The guy who helped him escape. He's wanted, too.
Here.
I've been after these guys for 48 hours. Nothing to eat.
No sleep. No wonder Brooklyn's in the shape it's in.
With flatheads like you on the force.
Falling for a story like that!
Thirteen bodies buried in the cellar.
But there are 13 bodies in the cellar!
-Who are you?
-I'm President Roosevelt.
-What the blazes is this?
-He's the one that blows the bugle.
Howdy, Colonel.
Colonel, you've blown your last bugle.
Get this guy out of here.
Dear me!
Another yellow-fever victim?
All the bodies in the cellar are yellow-fever victims.
No, Colonel.
This is a spy. We caught him at the White House.
Take him out and bring him to. I want to question him.
-Questioning of spies is my department.
-Hey, you, keep out of that.
You're forgetting that as President I am also head of the Secret Service.
Who are you?
What's your name?
Usually, I'm Mortimer Brewster. But I'm not myself today.
You're his brother. Look, no argument.
He's got to be put away.
No arguments, Captain.
No arguments. Just a minute, take it easy. Read this.
Teddy's going to go to Happy Dale tonight.
-I'm waiting for Mr. Witherspoon. -As long as he's going someplace.
He's scaring the neighbors with that bugle.
And that cockeyed story about 13 bodies being--
I've been without sleep for 48 hours. I'm liable to think anything.
I know just how you feel.
There's people dumb enough to believe that.
Last year there was a crazy guy, started a murder rumor.
I had to dig up a half acre plot before I could prove--
-What's this?
-What's the matter?
-These papers aren't any good.
-Why not?
He signed it Theodore Roosevelt!
-Is your taxi engaged?
-Losing dough every minute. Any offers?
I'm Mr. Witherspoon of Happy Dale Sanitarium, I have come to get a Brewster.
I would like you to drive us back to the sanitarium.
I knew this would end up in a nuthouse!
We like to think of it as a rest home.
Mr. Brewster?
Mr. Witherspoon is here.
Supposing the spy steals this document and finds the name Roosevelt on it.
Think what that would mean to the safety of the nation!
-No, it's chicanery.
-What is this?
Come on!
-He's come to.
He's ready to talk. -Hold him till I get there.
Let me explain. The name Brewster is code for Roosevelt.
-Code for Roosevelt?
-Take the name Brewster.
Take away the "B" and what have you got?
-Rooster.
-And what does a rooster do?
-Crows. -It crows!
Where do you hunt in Africa?
-On the veldt!
-There you are! "Crowsveldt."
Ingenious!
My compliments to the boys in the code department.
That's all right! Do that again for me.
Never mind!
Give me that pen.
This is fun.
Now, all I got to get is Witherspoon.
I'm so glad to see you.
You will take good care of Teddy?
-Best of care of him. -That's fine.
And no wagon when he leaves.
Why?
To take him away?
Never, never.
Taxicabs.
We always....
I have one waiting now.
It means a great deal to me.
You will personally see that Teddy's happy at Happy Dale?
-He'll be very happy at Happy Dale. -That's good.
You know, I sometimes envy some of our patients, secretly.
You do?
It must be a nice place. I've never been there.
You never can tell.
This is a particularly happy moment for me tonight.
-I've never met a dramatic critic before. -The woods are full of them.
I have here something that will explain what we're trying to do.
-A pamphlet about Happy Dale?
-No, it's a play.
Something I've been working on.
It's a dramatization of many incidents that have happened at Happy Dale.
Captain!
Captain!
I want you to read this carefully.
I want you to be just as harsh as you like.
I shan't mind, you know--
Captain, this is Mr. Witherspoon.
He'll be very happy at Happy Dale.
-Come, my boy.
-What is this?
No, you got it wrong. This is Captain Rooney.
The police?
I'm sure!
Here are the papers, all signed.
Now you can take him away.
I'll be in my office vetoing some bills.
Mr. President, I have good news for you.
Your term of office is over.
-Is this March 4?
-Practically.
Let's see....
Now I go on my hunting trip to Africa!
Well, I must get started immediately.
Is he trying to move into the White House before I've moved out?
Who, Mr. President?
Taft!
No, this isn't Mr. Taft. It's Mr. Witherspoon, your guide to Africa.
Bully!
Bully!
Wait right here. I'll bring down my equipment.
Happy man.
Goodbye, Aunt Abby, Aunt Martha.
I'm on my way to Africa. Isn't it wonderful?
Charge!
It's all right, I've got it.
Oh, dear.
And Happy Dale is full of staircases.
You've come to meet Teddy, haven't you?
No, he's come to take him.
Teddy's been blowing his bugle again.
No, he can't go now! We won't permit it.
We promise to take his bugle away from him.
-We won't be separated from Teddy. -I'm sorry.
How can you allow this?