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Hey, daddy?

Where does Sam Bowden hang out?

In there, sir.

Court is about over, I think.

Oh, no, Your Honor.

But this would make the
third adjournment of this case,

always due to the illness
of some defense witness.

Now, granted that this witness is ill,

the defense still has eleven
important witnesses able to testify,

while the plaintiff has but one.

Now, I submit that eleven
against one should be enough.

No matter how sickly and decrepit
those eleven happen to be.

Opposing counsel will please
come closer to the bench,

so that we can discuss this,
more privately.

Now, Sam, you know this
courtroom gets like an oven.

You want a hostile
jury on your hands?

Let's put it over till Fall
and everybody'll be happy.

Well, everybody except my client.

He has money due,
and he's badly in need of it.

More important, my chief witness
is quite an old man.

He might not be alive, next Fall.

Motion for adjournment is denied.

Since it is now
after four o'clock,

this trial will resume
Monday morning.

Thank you.

Hello, Counselor.
Remember me?

Baltimore.

Eight years, four months,
and thirteen days ago.

Becoming any clearer now,
Counselor?

Cady. Max Cady.

Good. I wouldn't wanna
think you'd forgotten me.

What do you want?

You didn't remember me
right off, did ya?

Well, I guess I've
changed a little.

Where I've been, uh, if you
don't change, they're real disappointed.

You haven't changed a bit.
And you know summin'?

That's just the way I wanted it.

I wanted you to be just the way
you were, the last time I saw you.

All right, you've seen me.
What's the rest?

No "rest". Just wanted
to give you the word.

Just wanted you to
get the picture, that's all.

Give me the keys.

Why not?

Now, let me get this straight.

You're not still blaming me
for what you did?

You still don't get the picture,
do you, Counselor?

Well, I can see this is gonna
take a little time. A lot of time.

Hey, look at that, would ya?

Look at that wiggle.

Maybe she thinks we don't
know that's on purpose,

but we've seen a thing or two,
haven't we, Counselor?

You ought to be an expert on
such things, Counselor.

I hear ya gotcha
a good-lookin' wife

and got a daughter
gonna be just like her.

Give my love to the family, Counselor.
I'll be seein' you.

Well, anyway,
you're ten minutes late.

It's a mistake to teach
women how to tell time.

They always use it against you.

Please don't be long, Dad.

I asked Betty to bowl with us.

Betty?

Isn't that "that utterly rancid little thing,
that you detest with every fiber of your being"?

That was last week.
This week, they're inseparable.

Think I'll just sit here and keep score.

Cheat.

Beer.

Okay.

Here you go.

You're kinda fast
on your feet, ain'tcha?

Oh, you have to be around here.

That, uh, that ring mean anything?

Yeah, it means plenty.

Does that mean anything?

Dad, you're slipping.

Usually, you would
have said "the pin moved".

It did.

Nice shot.

Don't mind me, Counselor.

I'm... just gettin' a gander
at the rest of your family.

Yeah, you're a lucky man.

Did you see my strike, Daddy?

- Did you?
- Oh...

Police Department.

Chief Dutton, please.

Chief Dutton?
He's probably left, but I'll try.

Chief Dutton.

Mark, Sam Bowden.

Well, hello, Sam.

Mind if I drop over for
a minute this evening?

Not at all, Sam.
You know the house.

Yes, I know it.
Thanks, Mark.

Right.

Well, what's on your mind, Sam?

There's an ex-convict in town.
Name of Max Cady.

Thanks.

I think he's starting a
War of Nerves with me.

I hope it's only that.

Well, has he threatened you?

No, nothing that
would hold in court.

You have to know him,
to feel the threat.

He stopped me this
afternoon, after court.

And he showed up again,
this evening, at the bowling center.

He followed me.

Well, why?

I was up in Baltimore,
about eight years ago, on a case.

One night, I was walking back
to my hotel quite late.

I heard a kind of a commotion,
in the rear of a dark parking lot.

It sounded like
someone whimpering.

I ran over.

A girl was being attacked.

Well, I grappled with the man,
she suddenly got her breath back,

and started screaming
at the top of her voice.

When he saw the police,
he went completely berserk.

Put the girl in the hospital,
for over a month.

And that was Max Cady.

Later on, I had to go back up,

and appear against him,
as a witness.

You feel sure that he
blames you, personally?

That was perfectly clear at the trial.

I thought it was strange when
he showed up here, this afternoon.

But I wasn't... really worried,
until I saw him at the bowling center.

It was the way he looked at my family.

All ex-cons are required to register,
on arrival, in a new town.

Sergeant, this is Dutton.

There's an ex-con named Max Cady.

Hold on.
How do you spell that, Sam?

C-A-D-Y.

C-A-D-Y. Has he registered here,
in the last few days?

Chances are he hasn't done it.

We can run him out of town on that.

Thanks, Sergeant. Hold on.
He's smart. Registered yesterday.

What address did he give?

I see.

Switch me to Lieutenant Gervasi.

The address is over at the dock area.

It sounds like he's short of dough...

We can get him on Vagrancy.

Pete?

Pete, I want a pick-up on Max Cady.

The registration has the description.

Fine. You call me back, hear?

Thanks, Mark.

Now, my family's home alone.
I better be going.

You have a dog, don't you, Sam?

She couldn't bite through a donut,
but she's a good barker.

Well, hat's good enough.
I'll call you when they pick him up.

I hope I haven't put you to
all this trouble for nothing.

Well, Sam, I hope it is for nothin'.

- Good-night.
- Good-night.

You're Max Cady?

Well, I could be.
What's your problem?

We wanna talk to you, outside.

You start reachin' for those,
you better call for the Riot Squad, man.

I don't mind a little talk,
I just don't like bein' pawed, you know.

I'll come back for the change, later.

I'm gonna give you just one hour,
to get rid of your friends.

Are you trying to pick me up?

Yes.

Yeah.

Now, you know I'm not drunk.
But, I'm a cooperative guy.

Here.

See that card?
John W. Moss, M. D.

If you wanna give me
an intoxication test,

bring that gentleman down here.

I didn't spend eight years in the can,
studyin' law for nothin'.

I've got a legal right to be
examined by my own physician,

or didn't you boys know that?

Well, never mind. You'll be sober
enough when you leave here, anyway.

Thank you.

Come on in.

Well, well, well...

We seem to be seeing
quite a bit of each other, today.

Let's strip down to your shorts, Cady.

Right.

I s'pose you thought I was gonna
object to a strip search, didn't ya, Chief?

No, siree, not me.

Like I said,
I'm a cooperative guy.

Hey, you better check that shirt.

I got a couple a jolts of horse,
stashed under the collar.

Let's make with the pants.

Comin' up.
Comin' up, Chief.

What are you doin' in our town?

Well, they told me it
was a pleasant climate...

Plenty of boatin' on the river...

A lot of fine, stand-up citizens,
like our friend here, the Counselor.

I figured...
it may be just the place for me.

How much money have you got?

Well, here's my wallet.
Why don't you check for yourself, Chief?

$7.00.

Well, now, that's just not enough, Cady.

I'm charging you with vagrancy,

unless you're 100 miles
away from here, by morning.

Would you look just a
little harder, please, Chief, sir?

Little black bank book, in there.
Read what that says.

- This one?
- That's it.

Well, $5,400.
Where'd you get it?

You notice it's in a bank, right here,
deposited this very day.

You saw that,
didn't you, Chief, sir?

I asked you where
you got it, boy!

Well, now, that could be
my business, couldn't it?

Would you advise me to
answer a question like that, Counselor?

You'd be wise to answer it.

Well, that's the kind
of advice I like

because, like I said,
I'm a cooperative guy.

Now, you check with
the escrow officer

in the First National Bank
in Baltimore, Maryland,

and he'd be happy to tell you
exactly where that money come from.

Anything?

Nothing, Chief.

Come on, Sam.

"Come on, Sam"?

Y'all kinda friendly, ain'tcha?

Nice, tight little corporation.

"Mark, old buddy,
I don't like that man's face.

"Throw him out of town."

"Why, certainly, Sam.
Anything to oblige you."

Well, I'm gonna tell
you somethin', mister.

You're gonna be old and gray
before I ever leave this town.

I'll give you a warning.

Stay off my property.

Day or night.

Hello.

Sorry I couldn't phone you sooner,
but I was out on a case.

Anyway, I got hold of the
escrow officer out at his home, early.

Cady sold the old
family farm for $5,900, net.

He's in the clear, Sam.

When are you going to release him?

I've already done it.

A couple of hours ago.

Hold on, Mark.
What's going on with Marilyn?

I don't know.
I can't see her in the bushes.

Where's your mother?

In the kitchen, I think.

You still there, Sam?

Yes, Mark.

Just remember that there are
legal ways to convince Mr. Cady,

that this can be a pretty
poor place to live in.

We'll do all we can.

I don't have to tell you
to keep your eyes open.

You can bank on that.

Thanks, Mark.

Marilyn stopped barking.
Maybe she caught a rabbit.

You know that Marilyn never
caught a rabbit in her life.

If she did, do you
suppose she'd eat it?

She doesn't know
that rabbits are to eat.

Sam! Sam! Sam!

Sam, come quick!

It's Marilyn!
She's having a fit!

Get the car started.

Dad, what's the matter with her?

Dad, what's the matter?
What's the matter, Marilyn?

Oh, Dad, what's the matter?

Open the door.
I'll get in the back.

You get in the front.

Maybe we better not take her.

She can't stay here.

Ten-to-one it was strychnine, Sam.

You couldn't have saved her
if you'd been twice as quick.

To me, it's the same
as murdering a human.

It's a shame Nancy had to see it.

She was meant to see it.

Well, thanks, Doctor.

Don't let Daddy see you like this.

But this is when I always feed her.

I'd like to speak to both of you.

I'm not telling you this to frighten you,

but I want you to be careful,

and I think you're old
enough to be told why.

Eight years ago,
I was a witness against a man,

and he was sent to prison.

And the thing is, he's out now,

and blames me for his conviction.

He's the one that poisoned Marilyn.

Maybe.
But there's no proof of that.

But you know he did.

Thinking isn't knowing.
Just be careful.

This is a big man.

He has dark hair.

He smokes cigars, and
usually wears a Panama hat.

I'll get you a police
photograph of him.

Until we have this
thing under control,

I want you never
to leave this house,

or the school grounds,
except in your mother's car.

There's nothing to worry about,
as long as you're careful.

The police are gonna keep a
very close watch on the house

and the chances are that he's
just trying to scare us, anyway.

A man like that doesn't
deserve civil rights.

'Cause you know, you can't put
a man in jail for what he might do.

And thank heaven for that.

Do you think we should
go away for a while?

Take Nancy out of school?

Now, I did think of that.

But Cady can afford
to go anyplace we can go.

What are we going
to do about that man?

I don't know, yet.
But, I know one thing.

We mustn't let him frighten us.

That'll be just playing his game.

Sam?

What are you doing down here?

I was hungry, and I heard Dad.

Where is he?

He's talking to policemen.

He probably just drove along
the alley and tossed the meat out.

Hmm.

Well, thanks for coming by.

- You bet. Good-night.
- Bye. Good-night.

Sam...

Don't you ever do that to me, again.

And what were your physical
findings, Dr. Pearsall?

Physical findings were a
one-inch shortening of the left leg.

And the X-ray?

The X-ray revealed,
that though the fracture healed,

there was marked indication
of degenerative joint disease.

And by "degenerative joint disease,"
you mean arthritis?

Yes.

And what was your diagnosis?

Diagnosis was Hip Fracture

with Destruction
of the Joint Surfaces,

which caused the pain,
and, uh, restriction of motion.

You then performed surgery
upon the plaintiff?

Yes.

I have a model here, which...

should make the operation
easy for the jury to understand.

What is it?

Chief Dutton wants to
see you in his office.

- Right now?
- Right now.

Your Honor, may I be excused
for a few minutes?

Mr. Garner will continue
the questioning.

Permission granted.

Keep him on as long as you can.
The jury likes him.

Oh, yes.
Yes, it is clear to me.

That's fine, if you wanna
handle it that way.

All right, then you tell the county
it's their case, that's all.

Sam, I'm sorry to
pull you out like this,

but this could be serious,
for both of us.

Your friend Cady turned up
with Dave Grafton.

Oh, that's it.

Well, he got himself
the right man.

Not for us.

You know what he's like.
He's one of these ardent types.

You slap a cigarette
outta some hoodlum's mouth,

five minutes later, he's down in
the mayor's office, yelling "police brutality",

rallying the Bleeding Heart Squad.

Hello, Dave.

Good mornin', Sam.

Uh, say, I hope you haven't come down
here to dispute me on any technicalities.

No, I'm here as a citizen,
not as a lawyer.

Don't worry about technicalities.

Thank you, very kindly.

First, let me say that... my client

does not wanna... make any trouble.

He merely wants to put an
end to this, uh, persecution.

What... "persecution" is this?

Well, I believe your records will,
uh, show the following:

Uh, Detention in Jail,
last Friday night.

Oh, I agree that you were
technically within your rights.

I merely mention this
as the beginnin' of a pattern.

What "pattern"?

Oh, I intend to establish this pattern.

On, uh, Saturday, Mr. Cady's
room was searched; his car was searched.

Well, did he protest the search?

During this time, my client was made to
feel he was suspected of poisonin' a dog.

A truly despicable act,
causing serious damage to his reputation!

Now, hold on, right there.

I can guarantee you, that none of my
officers mentioned this to anyone but Cady.

Perhaps.

But people do become curious,
when a citizen's room is searched by the police.

Now, on Monday, my client
was picked up and interrogated

by the police, on suspicion
of armed robbery.

On Tuesday, my client was forced to stand in
a lineup, on suspicion of purse-snatching.

This, uh, constant attention by the police

caused his landlady to
ask him to vacate the premises.

He was forced to find other,
uh, more expensive lodgings.

All right, what are you getting at?
What's the point?

Don't the police have a right
to interrogate a suspect, anymore?

Sam...

You know, if-if anybody
had told me, a week ago,

that you were capable
of a remark like that...

Uh, uh, let me
continue with the pattern...

On Wednesday,
he was picked up twice!

First on Suspicion of Burglary,
second, on Suspicion of Grand Theft Auto.

His new landlord become aware of this,
in some manner...

And again, Mr. Cady was forced to move.

His present lodgings
are squalid and uncomfortable.

Well, today is Thursday.
You must be about finished.

For the moment, yes.

Then what is this "pattern"
you're talkin' about?

Well, I'm sure that, uh, Mr. Bowden
here is still enough of a lawyer to see it.

My client is an ex-convict.

He's been constantly
harassed by the police.

Subjected to extreme mental
cruelty and public degradation!

He's even been denied
an adequate place to live!

To be very blunt, gentlemen,
my client has been thoroughly rousted!

And isn't it also a fact...
that with manpower as short as you say it is,

that officers are assigned,
day and night, to guarding the premises

of one private individual who happens
to be a personal friend of yours?

This, without any evidence of danger!

You're referring to my house.

Yes, I am!

Then I ask...

Who furnished you with that information?

Well, I think you will find
that this is a matter, of uh...

of common knowledge,
in the department.

Grafton, I want you to listen to this:

I don't owe Sam Bowden any
special favors, nor do I give any.

In each twenty-four hours,
there's been less than two hours

devoted to guarding his house,
and I'm prepared to substantiate that!

Now, are you finished?

That depends, gentlemen.

It depends wholly on the treatment
that my client receives, from now on.

Come, Mr. Cady.

Gentlemen.

I'll, uh, see you around, Counselor.

Well, now you can see why
I wanted you to hear this, Sam.

I can't do anything more,
without an overt act.

Like a neat little murder?

Yeah? You show me a law
that prevents crime.

All we can do is act after the fact.

You remember the Hoffman murder?

Before she was killed, Mrs. Hoffman
came up here, week after week,

tellin' us that her husband
was gonna do it, and I believed it.

But I couldn't arrest a man
for somethin' that might be in his mind.

That's dictatorship.

Now, Sam, you're a citizen.

Would you want it any other way?

Well, what am I supposed to do?

Pull up the drawbridge?
Sit home with a loaded gun?

Have the groceries dropped in by airlift?

That's kind of an artificial
way to live, wouldn't you say?

Sam, I'm going to make
a humiliating suggestion.

And it's humiliating, for me.

You hire yourself a Private Detective.

Now, that's all you can do.
You get Charlie Sievers.

Now, if anybody can dig up
somethin' we can act on, he can.

A Private Detective?

That's right.

Mark, I'm not gonna go into the
"I am a taxpayer" routine,

but, is that the best you can do?

You're telling me to go hire protection?

Well, that's a hell of a note, isn't it?

Either we have too many laws,
or not enough.

Why are we going this way?

Better scenery.

What would you know
about "scenery"? Or "beauty"?

Or any of the things that
really make life worth living?

You're just an animal.

Coarse, lustful, barbaric.

Keep right on talkin', honey.
I like it when you run me down, like that.

Max Cady...

What I like about you is...
you're rock-bottom.

I wouldn't expect
you to understand this,

but it's a great comfort
for a girl to know

she could not possibly
sink any lower.

Yeah.

Come on, tell me some
more about that time when you were...

Queen of the...
Veiled Prophet's Ball.

- Yes?
- Operator, Police Department.

- Police Department.
- Give me Sergeant Elkins.

This is Sergeant Elkins.

Hello, Mike.
This is Charlie Sievers.

I'm at the corner of
Sherman and DeSoto.

Now, if you want
something on Max Cady,

he's up in a room with a girl
who just blew into town a few days ago.

Diane Taylor.
He's in the room with her, now.

2-0-4-1 Sherman.

She's over eighteen, but you can
still get him for lewd vagrancy.

That's the room.
Second floor.

Open up! Open up!

There's a back door open here,
and an outside stairway.

Somethin' kinda weird's
happened to her.

I can't get her to spill a thing.

Maybe you can.

Miss Taylor?

You're probably hurt
worse than you realize.

Would you like me to get a doctor?

Mmm-hmm.

My name is Charlie Sievers.
I'm a private detective, and I can help you.

No need to take a beating
like this, lying down.

A man like that has no right
to walk around free.

You've got the law on your side.
Why not use it?

Now, no one blames you
for being afraid of Max Cady.

This one's different, and you know it.

He beat you up tonight.
He'd probably do it again, tomorrow night.

He might even kill you.

Let me take you down
to the Homicide Bureau.

I'll show you
photographs of girls

who got mixed up
with men like Cady,

and, Miss Taylor,
it'll make you sick.

But, you'll realize how
lucky you are to be alive.

Now, why not protect yourself?

Hello?

Could you send
a taxi cab, promptly,

to the corner of
Sherman and DeSoto?

I want to go to the bus station.

Right. Quick, please.

Well, leave town if you have to.

And, as I said,
no one will blame you.

But, before you go, would you
help us put this man away?

All you have to do is come down to
police headquarters and sign a complaint.

Won't you do that?

If not for your sake,
for somebody else's?

"Protect myself"?

Nobody can "protect" themselves
against a man like that.

I'm scared.

You can't help me.

But, I can!

Now, you file an assault charge,
and Cady'll get six months in jail.

Six months.
And after that?

When he... walked out
of this room, he said...

He said to "consider this only a sample".

From my limited
knowledge of human nature,

Max Cady isn't a man
who makes idle threats.

Anyway, you said you
weren't a policeman.

What do you want?

I have a client. Mr. Bowden.
Mr. Sam Bowden.

Cady has threatened
his wife and his daughter.

Nevermind the reasons.

Mr. Bowden is worried,
and I can't blame him.

You know Cady.

You believe... that I could ever...

ever, in my whole life,

step up and repeat,
to another living soul,

what that man...

What he did?

What about my family?

I'm someone's daughter, too.

What about the newspapers,
in my hometown?

Do you think I could bear
to have them read about...

I'm afraid I got you
down here for nothin'.

She won't talk, and she's
leavin' town on the next bus.

This is Mr. Bowden.

Once more, before it's too late,
would you... reconsider?

I'm sorry.
Really, I'm sorry.

So what do we do, next?

Well, drop tailing him.
You're wasting your money.

He expected to be covered.

And any time he wants to
shake loose, he'll figure a way.

Then what do you suggest?

Change his mind.

Get in touch with
a guy named Jepson.

Alex Jepson.

He's got some rough
friends along the waterfront.

And for the right price...

Are you kidding?

I can't consider that.

Okay. So, you're a lawyer...

and you believe in due process.

But, it's your family, not mine.

A type like that is an animal.

So, you've gotta fight him,
like an animal.

That's my advice.

When can we have one like that?

It's on our fiscal program for the year
nineteen-hundred and eighty.

What's "fiscal"?

That's what we haven't got.

I've been looking for
an excuse to quit this.

I've finally found it.
I forgot to buy new paper plates and cups.

Mother, you did that on purpose.

You can't convict me on mere suspicion.

Well, if one rat can leave
this ship, why not two?

Here, you take over for a minute.

Now, where are you going?

I have to get some
more thinner from Tony.

Well, if we're a family of rats,
I might as well leave, too.

No. You represent
a giant stride in evolution.

And don't drip any
of that on the deck.

Hey, Nancy, ahoy!

- Ahoy!
- Ahoy! Coming to the picnic?

Yes, if we ever get started.

Okay. We'll go
waterskiing, okay?

Okay.

What are you doing here?

Why, I'm just drinkin'
this beer, Counselor.

Do it someplace else.

So, the man sells me a beer, and I figure:
"Maybe I might rent me a boat, now."

Just how many laws you got
against that, Counselor?

Look, Cady...

Maybe you can get away
with dog poisoning...

Beating up on a little drifter,
like Diane Taylor...

Don't push your luck with me.

Say, she's gettin' to be, uh...

Gettin' to be almost
as juicy as your wife, ain't she?

You rotten...

You're not gonna push me
into anythin', Counselor.

Now, you just had your innings.

I'll, uh, make my stroke, later.

I guess you saw that, didn't you?

Never laid a hand on him.

Just standin' here,
mindin' my own business,

a man walks right up
and starts beatin' the...

How 'bout that?

That's him, isn't it?

No! No! No! No!

She just ran out in front of me!

What happened?
Nancy, darling, are you all right?

She ran right into me!

Mom! I saw him!

- I saw that man!
- Darling, please.

- He chased me!
- Oh, darling!

He chased me into the school,
and I couldn't get away!

It's all right, darling.
It's all right.

I tried to get away!

He's here!
He's here, Mama!

- Please, darling. Please.
- He's here!

How is she?

She's only bruised.

The doctor gave her a sedative.

I'm sorry, Sam. I thought
the store would only take a second.

Sam!
Are you out of your mind?

But, Sam!
He didn't do anything to her!

He didn't hurt her!

- Fine. I'll wait until he does.
- He didn't hurt her!

Will you please listen?!

It'll be murder.
You know that.

Do you want to ruin all of us?

Isn't that exactly what he wants?

In the name of heaven,
pay him off,

buy him off, give him some
money and he'll go away,

but don't do this to us.

If you get into that car,
I'll call the police.

You won't get halfway into town
before they pick you up.

Get me the police.

Please, hurry.

Could I speak to Chief Dutton?

Mrs. Bowden.

Bowden.
Mrs. Sam Bowden.

Yes, it's urgent!
It's very urgent!

Will you please hurry?

Hello, Mark. I'm sorry.
It's a false alarm.

Everything's all right.

No, no.

I'll talk to you later.
Right. Good-bye.

You're sweatin' a little,
huh, Counselor?

Well, I know how it is.

Yeah, I sweat, too.

For eight solid years, I sweat...

You gonna buy me a drink?

Waiter?

Uh, that'll be double, waiter.

Twelve-year-old.

My rich cousin here says
nothing's too good for ol' Max.

How much do you want, Cady?

How's that again?

You heard me.
I said, "How much do you want?"

Counselor, you gotta forgive me.

I'm a little slow, till
after my first drinkin'.

I assume we're talkin' about,
uh, dough. Is that right?

That's right.

Well, that certainly is heart warmin'.

A poor ex-convict comes to a
new town, lookin' for a fresh start,

and one of the leading citizens
steps right up, and offers him financial help.

That's enough to...
renew your faith in human nature.

It sure is.

Hey, buster.

You got some, uh, salted peanuts?
Uh, salted in the shell?

Not in the shell.

Okay, forget it.

I see I'm gonna have
to educate this town.

Come on.
Let's have the answer.

That takes a little figurin',
Counselor...

What do you reckon
eight lost years is worth?

You reckon a court could
fix a value on that?

Stick to the point.
How much?

That's too simple.

I like to put values on things.

Like the value of eight years.
The value of a family.

Interesting calculations,
wouldn't you say, Counselor?

You're right to pass that stuff up.
A man told me it was bad for you.

Hey, buster, my friend would
like to buy me another drink.

$10,000 now and another
$10,000 over the next two years,

providing you keep
out of the state.

Suppose I come back
after the money runs out?

I'll give you a simple answer to that one.
I'll kill you off.

Well, lemme see...
Twenty grand?

Hey, that's less than $3,000 per,
for my eight years.

Counselor, I don't believe
you've heard of the Minimum Wage Act.

Now, just for fun...

Let's go back to talkin' about "values".
The value of a family.

You probably didn't even
know I had a family, did you?

One wife and one kid.
That's what I had when you sent me up.

She dumped me.
Never even visited.

I signed the divorce papers.

What did you expect?

Oh, no, it wasn't that.

It was the prison rap
that she couldn't take.

She just couldn't stand the disgrace.

And that was your doing,
Counselor, not my doing!

She married a plumber.
They wound up with a litter of kids.

My own kid doesn't even know me.

So when I got out...
I went to visit her.

The plumber was off plumbin'
someplace, and the kids were all in school.

She picked up a poker,
tried to hit me over the head with it.

And I took it away from her,
and calmed her down, and...

She crawled in the car.

I took her to a little spot,
about 50 miles down the road—

Why tell me all this?

Because I wanna tell you all this.

That night, I made her
call up the plumber...

and tell him she was takin'
a little vacation from him and the kids.

Then, I made her sit down
and write me a love note,

askin' me to invite her
on a second honeymoon.

She dated it and signed it.

I made her write a lotta dirty words.

Then I... occupied her time,
for three days.

You beginnin' to get
the picture, Counselor?

I'm getting it.

Mmm.

Good.

Then I told her, that if she
ever blew the whistle on me,

I was gonna mail a photostat
of that note to the plumber.

I pumped another quart
of whiskey into her,

threw away her dress,
threw away her shoes,

and gave her a fair chance
to work her way home.

Charming story.
What is it supposed to prove?

Counselor, for a bright fella, you sure
are slow gettin' the picture, sometimes.

You see...
I burned for eight years.

And now I've got what you
might call "peace of mind",

about my dear, darlin' wife.

So, no deal.

You gettin' warm, Counselor.

You know, when I was in the bucket...

all I could think about was
bustin' out and killin' somebody.

I wanted to kill him
with my bare hands, slow.

Every single night, for seven years,
I killed that man...

And on the eighth year,
I said, "Oh, no.

"That's too easy. That's too fast."

You know the...
"Chinese Death of a Thousand Cuts"?

First, they... cut off a little toe,

then, a piece of your finger,
piece of your ear, your nose...

and I liked that better.

By the "little toe,"
I'm to understand "child."

That's it, isn't it?

Now, that's your train of thought,
Counselor, not mine.

My "train of thought"...

You shocking degenerate.

Oh, I've seen the worst...

The dregs...
But, you...

You are the lowest.

It makes me sick to
breathe the same air.

Hey, buster.

I believe my cousin left me
enough to buy me another blast.

This is no War of Nerves.
He won't be bought off.

It's Nancy he's after.

And he'll get to
her, sooner or later.

Unless I change his mind.

I just won't believe it.

I... I just can't.

You said yourself, he's too
clever to take chances.

How could he even touch her
without taking a chance?

What would you do if she were...

...attacked?
Have him arrested?

How can you ask such a thing?

Of course!
What's the matter with you?

Would you have him tried?
Pull him into court?

Naturally, he'd deny
the whole thing.

That means that Nancy
would have to testify.

You've never watched
a child testify in such a case.

Thank God you haven't.

It's...

No, it's the clinical... reports...

And the questions...

And the detailed answers,
that she'd have to give.

She'd have to give 'em, all right.

Because, he'd deny it,
and we'd have to prove his guilt.

A beast like that,
who'd believe him?

No one.
No one at all!

But that wouldn't
spare her the questions.

And Cady knows that.

He knows...

that we'd never put her
through an ordeal like that.

There's... got to be something
we can do. There just has to be.

There is.

- Hello.
- Hello—?

Well, is this Mrs. Bowden?

Yeah, I knew it was.
I just wanted to hear your voice, again.

You know summin'?

For eight years, I dreamed about
a chick with a voice like that...

Just whisperin' in my ear, real close.

Don't. Don't.

Sayin', "Baby."

Sam!

Sam!

Shut up, you!

Counselor, you really
stepped on it this time, didn't ya?

I don't know what the
Bar Association thinks

about its members
compounding a felony,

but I do know what
the law thinks about it.

You just put the law in my hands...

And I'm gonna break your heart with it.

Ain't nothin' can stop me.

You understand that, don'tcha?

That house, and that car,
and that wife and kid...

they... they ain't worth
nothin' to you, now.

Now, you listen to me.
You asked for this.

You asked for it.
And if you don't get out of—

You're wrong, man.

I'm gonna show you
what it's like to be wrong.

Speakin' about your...

wife and kid...

I got a little caper planned for them.

You remember the story I told you,
about my old lady?

That was just laughs, Counselor.
That was kid stuff.

I got something planned
for your wife and kid

that they ain't never gonna forget.

They ain't never

gonna forget it.

And neither will you, Counselor.

Never.

You'll never forget it.

I can't believe we're...

standing here...

talking about...

About... killing a man.

There's still a few "ifs,"
"ands," and "buts" about it.

I can't go into this alone.
I'll have to have help.

Of course, he wouldn't
fall for it, here.

He knows we're too
much on our guard.

But if he got the idea...

that we thought she was
safely hidden away someplace...

"She"?

You can't be talking about Nancy.

Don't worry.

I won't go into this until it's airtight.

I won't make a move that will
put her in any danger.

That won't stop the terror of it.
She's only a child!

And what about the "terror" if he
catches her really... alone?

- Sam.
- Good morning, Dave.

Sleep well last night?

Well enough.

Oh, you needn't
bother to open that.

You've tried your
last case in this state.

Your three hired hands
landed in the hospital, last night.

One of 'em thought he was
gonna die, and he talked.

Oh, the... Judge wants to see you.

Good. I want to see him, too.

He's gonna tell you I'm institutin'
disbarment proceedins against you.

You didn't waste much time, did you?

Oh, I'm just gettin' started, Sam.

See, the Committee on Ethics meetin'
up the State Capitol, right now.

They work real fast.

You better have your story ready
to tell 'em by tomorrow.

You don't think the committee will
wait to see if I'm convicted of anything?

The committee is only interested in keepin'
the legal profession beyond reproach.

After what happened last night,

I'm gonna be real interested
to see how you answer to that one.

Good morning, George.

Good morning, Sam.

I only came down this morning to tell you
that I have to turn the case over to you.

I'll break the news to the Judge.

Have you gone out of your mind?

You've come to the wrong man, Sam.

Dave Grafton was in here,
not ten minutes ago.

You haven't got a leg to stand on.

Jepson's in there, right now,
bein' interrogated.

And if he talks, I'm gonna have to
arrest you before you leave the building.

If I'm arrested, who's gonna
protect my family? You?

That's below the belt, Sam.
Grafton's watchin' every move I make.

The only answer to Dave Grafton,
the Ethics Committee,

and all the rest of it, is to show
Cady up for what he is.

You can't do it with a stakeout!
Cady's too smart for that!

But I've got it
carefully worked out.

Now there's a houseboat.

It's up on the Cape Fear River.

Has a shore cabin, a telephone.

It's isolated, hard to find.

The perfect place to hide my family.

No place is perfect!

Do you expect Cady to believe that
you'd leave your family alone, anywhere?

That's the one thing
that had me stumped.

And this morning,

Grafton handed me
the answer on a platter.

He's forcing me to fly to Atlanta,
tomorrow, to appear before this committee.

And you can bet that his friend, Mr. Cady,
will be tailing me, clear to the airport.

But the moment I get to Atlanta,
I'll hire a car, and cut across to the coast.

I'll get a boat at
Hennessey's Landing.

In a few hours, I'll be at the
houseboat with Peggy and Nancy,

and Cady will think that
I'm sweating it out, in Atlanta.

The next step is to lure him up there,
when we're ready for him.

That's your department, too.

He knows you're tied in with the case.

He'll follow you when you leave town,
if you make it look right.

He steps ashore, and you
shoot him, is that it?

That's about it.

You can't shoot a man for Simple Trespass.
Not anymore.

Cady's built-up too good
a case against you.

It'll be more than Simple Trespass.

But, I won't wait until he wipes
the blood off his hands, either.

Now hold on.
Just hold on.

I've listened.
Now, you listen.

You're gonna do a foolish thing,
without help, and you're gonna need lots of it.

Now, I can't help you if I wanted to.

That's County territory.

Mark, you know the Sheriff.

Are you gonna stand on
ceremony, at a time like this?

All you have to do is
pick up the telephone!

And do what?

Ask for half a dozen Deputies
to help a man that I should be arresting?

I don't want half a dozen Deputies.

That would be a sure way
of tipping off Cady and Grafton.

It'd be all over town in no time.

One... is all I can risk.
One is all I'm asking for.

Do I get him?

Well, this time next week,
I may be back poundin' a beat.

We should've gone to the left
of this island, about a mile back.

Are we gonna be
completely marooned?

I mean, no visitors at all?

You didn't say anything to Betty?

No, I didn't say anything to a soul.
Honest.

Well, have a nice voyage to nowhere.

I'll see you in a day or two.

Don't get lost on the way home.

Do you think she'll be able to stand
all this shattering peace and quiet?

Don't you worry about Nancy.

That's pioneer stock.

Cast off.

Flight 403 for Atlanta
now boarding at Gate 3.

Attention, please.
Passengers for Atlanta,

Flight 403 now
boarding at Gate 3.

Say, I have a brief
here for Sam Bowden.

- Samuel Bowden.
- Yes, sir.

Was he on that Flight 403?

Yes, sir, he was.

Now I don't know whether to
mail it to him or not.

You don't have any idea
when he'll be back, do you?

Let's see...

He did make a return
reservation, sir.

6:00 p.m. On Thursday.

Well, then I guess...
Special Delivery will get it to him all right.

- Thank you.
- You're welcome.

It's just a log bumping.

No, not that. Listen.

It's a boat.

There are bound to be boats.

We didn't hear any last night.

It's coming closer.

Peg! Nancy!

It's Daddy!

Oh, darling!
Thank God, it's you!

Oh, Daddy!

This is Mr. Kersek,
of the Sheriff's Office.

- How do you do?
- Hello. Come on in.

Don't you think it's about time
you were getting ready for bed?

Where am I going to sleep?

Here, with your mother.
Mr. Kersek and I will sleep on shore.

Won't you have some
more coffee, Mr. Kersek?

Don't mind if I do.

Will you excuse us
for a few minutes?

Sure thing.

So far, so good.

We're all here.

Cady thinks I'm in Atlanta.

You can still say no
if you want to, Peg.

Nothing will start...

unless I call Charlie Sievers.

Call him.

Well, I tailed him, until
he spotted me, Mr. Bowden.

Then he checked to
see your car was home,

and Mrs. Bowden's car was gone.

Looked at the mail
in the box, but didn't take any.

Then he tried the boat basin.

Tony told him your boat
hadn't been out all week.

But for the rest, well,
I guess we've missed so far.

Because if he's been tailin' me,
I haven't been able to spot him.

I still think he will.

You're the only lead he has.

Start things moving, tomorrow.

Right.

Yes?

Well, looks like we're striking out.

I'm on 2-5-7, about
halfway to Cross' Landing

and absolutely no sign of him.

Do you want me to keep comin'
or go back and try it again?

Could he have switched cars?

Uh, sure, he coulda switched cars,
but I've been keepin' my eye on the drivers.

What do you say?

Well, if he hasn't been
following you at all...

trying it again
won't work, either.

Come ahead.

Okay.

Seven to nothing.

Temporarily.
Only temporarily.

All them islands look alike.
Just follow this and you can't miss it.

Okay. Thanks.

You're gonna die
without a mark on you.

Just got too big for your pants.

Kersek!

Kersek!

Nancy! Nancy!

Tell the Operator to
call the Sheriff's Office!

Send some men out here, fast!

Oh, now, come on.

You ain't that scared.

You come right down to it,
what is there to be scared of?

Now, look, you're not a foolish man.
You're very clever.

But, you never make mistakes.
You don't take chances.

If you touch me,
you'll go back to prison for life.

You wanna make a little bet on that?

But you will!
I'm not like Nancy!

I'm not afraid to testify!
I swear it!

You've got to believe me!
I'm not afraid!

And you're a lawyer's wife?

Don't you understand?

That with "consent"...
there're no charges against me.

Now, look...

I want you to hear this...

It's gonna save
a lot of messin' around.

Look!

I was gonna go for Nancy...

But, uh, I can always make it with Nancy.
You know, next week, next month...

Wait a minute, now...

You proposition me.

You, instead of Nancy...

And I'll agree never to see you, again.
All right?

Listen...
Unless, of course, you want it.

And that's how you give your consent.

That's not "consent," it's blackmail!

"Reasons" don't make any difference.
You look that up!

And as far as "blackmail" is concerned,

you only "think" I'm going after Nancy.

Come over here!

You're just playin' it safe.

Now, your husband...

is gonna appreciate
your... noble... gesture....

But, he ain't never gonna forget it!

No! No!

Please! Please!

Please! Please!
Please! Please!

So, all in all, I don't think...

I don't think you're gonna...

You're gonna say
too much about this, are ya?

You're not gonna talk about it, are ya?

Are you?!

Peggy?

Peggy!

No! No!

It's Nancy!

He only wanted to
get you away from her!

It's Nancy!
It's Nancy!

Operator!

He's here.
He's here!

Nancy, get out of here!
Run and hide!

Run and hide! Run!

Hide! Hide!
Run! Hide!

Go ahead.

Go ahead.
I just don't give a damn.

No. No!

That would be letting
you off "too easy, too fast".

Your words.
Do you remember?

Well, I do!

Oh, no...

We're gonna take good care of you.

We're gonna nurse you back to health.

And you're strong, Cady.

You're gonna live a long life...

In a cage!

That's where you belong.

And that's where you're going.

And this time, for life!

Bang your head against the walls!

Count the years,
the months, the hours...

Until the day you rot.