All language subtitles for A Life at Stake 1955.eng

Oh, he's there all right.
He never leaves.

He just sits there staring out
of the window most of the time.

Now I ask you,
a man of his age who stares.

- Are you a bill collector?
- No, I'm a lawyer.

That's what they all say.

They think they throw
a scare into us, I guess.

Well, he's the weird one, that fellow.

Really?
- Him and his thousand-dollar bill.

Thousand-dollar bill.

Framed like a picture
and a-sittin' on the table.

And him without enough
money to eat on.

Who is it?

It's Pearson. remember me?
Sam Pearson.

Can I see you for just a minute?

Just a second.

Come in.

Mr. Shaw.

Last time I saw you I was representing
some real estate people.

That Pasadena deal, remember?

Well, have you had your breakfast?

No, not yet.
I was just going out for it.

I always have a cup of coffee
here first.

It uh... it helps.

Helps what? Your pride?

Oh, come now, Shaw. You're not
the first man to have lost his shirt.

I don't mean that literally, of course.

Come on, let's have
some breakfast. Be my guest.

Why?

How's that?

What are you trying to sell me?

Success, my boy.
Bigger than you ever had before.

A half a million dollars
behind Shaw Inc.

I had a partner once
used to talk like you.

He wound up robbing me blind.

- A partner in Shaw, Inc.?
- That's right.

He was a gambler, wasn't he?

Yeah. He gambled away $37.000.

Not a bad fellow, though, I hear.

No. Just a bad poker player.

$37.000.

That isn't all the money in the world.

No... but it was all I had.

Not quite all.

Look.

All I ever wanted was good friends,
a good home, a good business.

When I lost the business,
I lost the home and the friends.

Isn't that the usual?

No, I don't mean it that way.

All my partner and I put in Shaw, Inc.
was $10.000.

The rest was their money.

Friends' money.

Life savings most of it.
Wiped out.

May I ask you a question?

Sure. You will anyway.

Why?

As long as I can keep
from spending it...

I'll get going again.

You actually believe that?

I sure do.

And when you get going again...

...you'll pay back every cent
of all your friends' money.

It sounds pretty noble, doesn't it.

I don't know that my client
will like that.

Would you consider...

...going into bankruptcy?

Wiping out all your debts
and starting all over again afresh.

No, no, I guess not.

You could have done that months ago.

You're not noble, my boy.

You're a hard-head.

Nobody's ever going to teach you
anything except yourself.

Now come on, let's get out of here
and go and get some breakfast.

Wait till I wash.

Okay.

It's down the hall.

Shaw.

That was a cynical thing to do.

Safe too.

I'm Edward Shaw. Mr. Pearson phoned
and made an appointment for me.

- Mr. Hillman's not home.
- With Mrs. Hillman.

- What are you selling?
- Nothing.

Mrs. Hillman told Mr. Pearson
I should come right out.

Mrs. Hillman's in the pool.

Well, where would that be?
In the middle of the six-car garage?

Go round the back, that way.

The pool is just the other side
of the guesthouse.

You'd better call out
when you get to the guesthouse.

Sometimes she swims in the nude.

Don't worry about it.
So do I.

- Hi.
- Hi.

- You're Edward Shaw, aren't you?
- Uh-huh.

I'm Mrs. Hillman.

Hey, did you bring your pretty
thousand-dollar bill?

Word gets around.

No, I left it at Pearson's office.

Oh, what a shame.

Hey, do you like our lovely pool?

Looks all right from here.

Didn't Mable tell you to call out
when you got to the guesthouse?

Uh-huh.

- I didn't hear you call.
- No need to.

I peeked first instead.

You were expecting company.
I didn't expect to find you... unprepared.

- That'll be enough, Mr. Shaw.
- Enough of what?

I invited you out here
just to discuss business.

Now, where were we?

About to talk business,
according to you.

- Do you want a drink first?
- Thanks, yes.

Help yourself.

I'll just have a Coke if you don't mind.

My husband doesn't like me
to drink during the day.

He thinks it's a bad habit
to get in to.

Alcohol, I mean.

I'm alone most of the time.
He travels a lot.

He thinks I should have a business
to occupy me.

Thanks.

Do you know anything
about the building business?

I know real estate. I ought to.
I used to sell it before I was married.

- How long have you been married?
- Six years.

- Long years?
- Short happy years, Mr. Shaw.

Uh-huh.

Well, the building business is a little
different from real estate, you know.

Not so different.
Skol!

I want to handle the real estate.

I want to buy up lots of beautiful
California property.

Then you build your little houses on it,

I sell the houses and the property.

How can we miss?

- You handle the real estate end?
- Yes.

And what part of the business
does your husband figure to handle?

- My husband?
- Not mine, I hope.

My husband doesn't figure
to handle anything.

You mean he just
puts up the money?

And then sits back with a little
prairie snipe waiting for it to come back?

Yeah. He just puts up the money.

- Then it'll be just you and me.
- Yes.

Don't you think you'd like that?

Sounds like it might work out.

But you're not too sure.

I've been chased round
the mulberry bush a few times.

How much money?

Mr. Pearson told you.
Half a million.

$50.000 to start with
and $50.000 every three months.

Just to keep you
from getting lonely, huh?

My happiness means
a great deal to my husband.

I'm sure of that.

But what I'm not sure of is who's nuts.
Him, you, or me.

Or maybe it's Pearson.

Did he recommend
that you buy in with me?

- No, it was our idea.
- How come?

- I like your houses.
- Where did you see my houses?

Pasadena. You sold
quite a few there, didn't you?

- A dozen or so.
- My cousin lives in one.

My cousin Evie. She swears by it.

I think it's wonderful.

Hand me that towel over there,
will you?

It's hot. Gets so uncomfortable
when it's damp.

There. That's better.

Now, what were we talking about?

I... I can't imagine why but...

...somehow it slipped my mind.

Do you mind if I cool this off a little?
I mean, brace it up?

I told you before.
Help yourself.

Oh, there's a little matter of some money
the company owes.

I've managed to pay off some of it.

Stands out about $30.000.

Mr. Pearson told me.
Owe it to some friends of yours?

Uh-huh.

Male or female friends?
- Both.

- Why?
- I just wondered.

And you insist on paying them all.

Sure I insist.
Or else no deal.

Well, I'd have to talk
to my husband about it.

He'll be coming back early
next week.

Fine.

Married six years, huh?

Makes you pretty young
when you were peddling real estate.

18 to 22. My father was in it
all his life. I loved it.

I turned out to be his best salesman.

- Where was this?
- San Diego.

Oh.
Big naval base there, isn't there?

Huge.

To salesmanship.

Some of us have it, some don't.

Aren't you getting
a little bit fresh, Mr. Shaw?

Yeah... maybe I am.

Well, Mrs. Hillman, I'll think it over.

How about tomorrow? Shall I stop by
about the same time?

Sure, we can do business here.

Yeah, I like your office.

Don't be ridiculous, Mr. Shaw.

I wish I thought I was being
ridiculous, Mrs. Hillman.

- Mr. Shaw.
- Yeah?

You're wanted on the telephone.

A woman?

No, a man.
He says his name is Mr. Pearson.

I'll be right down.

Hello, Pearson.

Mrs. Hillman phoned a little while ago.

Her husband's up in San Francisco...

...and said she was flying up there
tomorrow afternoon...

...to talk to him about that
$30.000 in debts.

She wants to see you Friday night.

Night, huh?

That's what she said.

What did you think of her?

She likes you.

I think you'll make a great team.

Thanks, coach.

Mr. Shaw!

Oh, Mr. Shaw!

Huh?

You told me to knock if it got dark
tonight, in case you were asleep.

Oh.

Thanks.

I got a message for you too.

I'm decent. Come in.

My, you ought to sleep at night
instead of in the daytime.

It would be much better
for your health too.

I'll try to remember that, Mrs. Piltz.

My, look at this bed!

Oh say, a Mrs. Hillman called you.

She didn't want to talk to you
on the phone...

...but she said to meet her
here at nine.

Real sweet, nice woman, I thought.

I think you can always kind of tell,
don't you?

She sounded so refined.

Yeah.

Hi again.

Don't just stand there.
You've seen girls before.

Oh, is that what you are?

I hope you didn't mind coming here.

This apartment belongs
to a friend of mine.

She's in Palm Springs.

I promised I'd take care
of her cats for her.

That's okay. I like cats.

It's nice and quiet here,
we can be all alone and talk...

...without being interrupted by
the telephone and visitors, you know.

- That's swell.
- I even made the hors d'oeuvres.

Of course they're not
as good as Mabel's.

- Your maid's?
- Yes.

- You mean you didn't bring her?
- Well, of course not!

- I'm crushed.
- Try one.

Not bad.

What is it? Rattlesnake meat?

Don't be silly.

Oh, I suppose Mr. Pearson told you...

...that I flew up to San Francisco
to see my husband?

Sure.

I told my husband
that I liked you very much.

You probably want a drink.
Or would you rather have a cup of coffee?

Whatever you say.

I'm ready for anything.

Well, I sort of feel like a drink myself.

I think this calls for a celebration.
Will you mix them?

I like scotch, light, with lots of water.

Uh-oh, I forgot the tray.

Watch out for the cats.

Don't you think this calls
for a celebration?

What does exactly?

My husband has agreed to pay off
the $30.000 in debt.

That's what does exactly.
Isn't that wonderful?

- Sounds pretty good.
- Aren't you surprised?

I just fell down.
Stiff with shock.

I thought that this was the only thing
that was holding up the deal.

You mean as far as you're concerned
the deal's settled.

Well, you certainly gave me the impression
that this would settle it.

You should honk about giving impressions.

When do the debts get paid off,
providing I agree?

Well, not all at once, of course.

We'll make an allotment for them
and pay them off as we go along.

That's fair enough, isn't it?

- Out of those $50.000 chunks?
- Yes.

You can't expect my husband
to put up any more money, can you?

I'll buy that.

To our partnership.

Starting tonight.

I feel just luscious.

Oh, uh... how much insurance
do you have?

- Insurance?
- Yes, you know. Life insurance.

Carried by the corporation to protect
all the money that's invested in it.

- Just in case.
- $35.000, the last time I looked.

Oh... well, that isn't very much.

It's 35.000 more than I carry myself.

My husband was very specific
about the insurance.

Key-man insurance it's called.

- Key man?
- Yes.

For instance, I couldn't have
a corporation take it out on me because...

- Well, anybody can sell real estate.
- In San Diego?

Oh, stop it.

What I mean is it would be
perfectly simple...

...to find another real estate man
to take my place.

But nobody could take my place, huh?

Oh no, and not build those nice
little houses as cheaply as you can.

You designed them. You know
the material that goes into them,

where to get the material,
what kind of labor to hire.

They're just like your babies.

You seem to know a good bit about it.

Well, my husband explained it
to me very carefully.

Goodness, that's all we do.
Talk business.

You mean that's all you ever do?

More or less.

- And you like that?
- I don't mind.

Well, if you ever want to get away
from the office water cooler...

...and live it up a little...

Maybe a little music
will get this party airborne.

- Mr. Shaw.
- Hm, that sounds formal.

Edward.

How much insurance do you think
we ought to have?

How much does your husband
think we ought to have?

Quite a lot. After all,
it's a huge investment.

He was talking about $300.000.

Oh, but I insisted that premiums
would be too high...

He agreed to take off $50.000.

- Leaving a quarter of a million?
- Yes.

That's not too high, is it?

No. Not if you're a mountain goat.

- I'll see you around,
- Where are you going?

Look, Mrs. Hillman, I'm wise.

Now that I'm hooked I'm supposed to agree
to anything, isn't that it?

Hooked?

First the pool, and the swimming suit.

Now this teepee and the war paint.

- This is one scalp you don't get.
- You can't talk to me like that!

I'm doing it.

And here's another thing.

Nobody's getting rich on me.

Not even when they give me
that laugh.

Don't touch me, you're horrible.

And you're wonderful.

But not to do business with.

Get out of this apartment.

That's me you hear
whistling in the street.

I can see you too, Edward.

- What were you doing?
- Walking.

I couldn't sleep either.

That was a terrible thing
to accuse me of.

I know.

It doesn't have to be a quarter
of a million dollars.

I know that too.

- 200.000?
- 150.

- 150?
- Uh-huh.

My husband will never agree to it.

Who cares what your husband
agrees to?

Don't!
Please, don't.

200.000?

Please, darling.

175.

That's all... for now.

- Hey, when am I going to see you again?
- How about this morning at 10:00?

- Where?
- Pearson's office?

- Why?
- To meet my husband.

He's coming in on the early plane.

Now let's be sensible, Mr. Shaw.

If you were a banker, I came
to you for a loan of $500.000,

would you allow me to put up
$175.000 in security?

- That's a different thing...
- It's a different proposition, I know...

- But the principle is the same.
- Now, Mr...

Let me finish, Mr. Shaw.

I don't ask and I don't expect.

...to get full security
the way a bank does.

But I do ask and expect 50%.

Yeah... but do you get it?

I see your point.
That's a good question.

You've done business before, my boy.

Do I get it?

All right, Pearson, what do I sign?

Right here, sir.

Top line.

Hello, Miss Adams said
I should come right in.

I'm sorry I'm late but Madge
and I have been shopping.

Mr. Shaw, I want you to meet her.
Come on in, Madge.

This is Mr. Pearson, whom I don't believe
you've met, and Mr. Shaw.

This is my kid sister, Madge.

How do you do?

- Hello, Mr. Hillman.
- I'm glad to see you, Madge.

- Nice to meet you, Miss...
- Neilan. Doris always forgets.

Hello.

You run along now, honey.
I'll catch up with you in about an hour.

Glad to have met you, Mr. Shaw.

Same here.

Doris tells me you design houses
and they're wonderful.

You see, I studied commercial arts
and I think design...

Not just now, dear. We're in the middle
of a business conference.

Oh, sorry, Doris.

I didn't know you asked me in
just as a magnanimous gesture.

Now Madge...

You know, one of these days
when you introduce me to somebody...

...I'm actually going to finish
the sentence about myself.

That is, if you happen
to lose your voice.

Now, you're not going to stand me up
at Orbach's, are you?

Stand you up?
I'd rather strangle myself.

Doris she gets more like you
every day.

- Now where's that line, Pearson?
- Right there on the top, sir.

You mean we're signing now?

Yes, we'd have signed long ago if you
hadn't spent so much time shopping.

Four closets full of clothes
and all she ever wears is a bathing suit.

Here.

Well, come on, Dorrie!

Shaw and I ought to be down
at the insurance company now.

What's the matter with you?
Give Shaw the pen.

Women!

I guess Madge really did upset her.

Hello!
I bet you're surprised.

- I'm Madge, remember?
- Oh, sure, I remember.

Doris said she'd be
about an hour late.

She asked me to meet you
and said for us to go ahead and eat.

So you've made up, huh?
Waiter! Two, please.

Thank you.

You didn't think I was really sore,
did you?

Doris and I go on like that
all the time.

- May I call you Edward?
- Sure.

I'll have the beef stew and coffee.

I'll just have the chef's salad
and coffee later.

Doris is such a wonderful girl.

Of course she treats me
like a baby.

- How old are you?
- Almost 22.

- I have my own studio apartment.
- Nice.

I'm not as strong as Doris.
I guess that's the trouble.

You see, I'm sensitive,
so she dominates me.

Even when she had her tragedy.
A real tragedy in her first marriage.

Didn't bother her a bit.

- What first marriage?
- Oh, I thought you knew.

Oh, she'll bray me
if she finds out I told you.

But I just detest people
who start to tell you something...

...and then don't finish it, don't you?

I think it's just cruel.

Yeah.

Well, Doris married a man named
Narlevsky when she was 18.

She met him down in Mexico
when he was on a toot.

What happened?
Did he toot too much?

You're laughing at me.
That's an old word my mother used to use.

No, he was killed. A real tragedy.

One night he fell asleep
while he was driving...

...and drove off a bridge.

Up in Wyoming somewhere.

And that didn't bother Doris.

Well, she upped and married Hillman.

Mr. Hillman was Narlevsky's
business partner.

That's how Mr. Hillman happened
to come in to all the money.

The insurance, I mean.

- Life insurance?
- Yes.

A fabulous amount. Way up
in the hundreds of thousands.

Narlevsky was in uranium export
or something and...

- What's the matter?
- Pay the check, will you?

Mr. Shaw!

What did I do? Did I say something
that offended you?

No, no, you were fine.

Tell me something.

You got a cousin
that lives in Pasadena?

- I don't think so.
- Cousin Evie, lives in one of my houses.

No, cousin Evie lives in Portland.

- Thanks.
- Oh, Mr. Shaw...

I mean, Edward...

Will you do me a favor
and not tell Doris I was here?

She just asked me to phone you
and tell you she couldn't make it and I...

I couldn't find anybody
to send for it, Mr. Shaw,

...so I went out for it myself.

Anything else right now?

How much money has Hillman
given us so far?

Ten to start with,
three checks for 2.5...

17.5.

When is the rest of the 50.000 due?

- You want some of this paint?
- No, thanks.

It's due June, 1st
if you haven't changed it.

And today's May 22nd, huh?

Yes.

Nine days.

Has something happened, Mr. Shaw?

No, not yet.

But you can count on it
in the next nine days.

Tell me, Mary...

Do I strike you as a suspicious
type character?

I mean, say a guy who wouldn't trust
his own mother with a skate key?

No, Mr. Shaw.

You're not just saying that
because you work here?

Oh, Mary, be frank!
Have some guts!

You'll lose your job.
Have some guts.

Yeah, that's me.

Suspicious character.

I peep over my accountant's shoulder
when he's signing the checks.

A cop gives me a ticket
and I wonder if he's really a cop.

I lock the office every time I walk out
in the hall because of this.

Shaw, Inc.

Just a moment, please.

It's Mrs. Hillman.

Hi.

Darling, I'm sorry I couldn't make lunch.
Did Madge phone you?

Yeah.

I was up in the hills looking at some
property and there was no phone.

Madge wanted the car
so I let her have it.

Darling, the property is just
what we want.

Really?

Put those darling houses on it
and they're going to sell for a fortune.

You just got to see it.

Sorry, Mary was in here.
You mean right now?

Well, of course.
I'm in a gas station...

...on the corner of Baja and Keoki.
You can make it in 15 minutes.

I'm tied up now.

Darling, what's the matter?

You just heard it. I'm tied up.

But at least we could look
at the property together and...

well, spend a little time.

Well, maybe I'm sick of sneaking around
when he's home.

Getting 5 minutes here with you,
10 minutes there.

But he's going away soon, darling.
Listen...

You've got to see the property
tomorrow morning or we may lose it.

Shall I pick you up?

Yeah. Here. Early.

Bye.

Bye.

Gee, you scare easily.
The brakes just slipped, that's all.

Brakes slipped?

I'll get Mr. Hanauer.
He promised to show us around.

Can I help you?

Uh... this is gonna sound funny...

Go ahead, maybe it won't.

Somebody's trying to kill me.

You know who
or are you just guessing?

Look, I didn't come in here to cut up.

A '53 Pontiac, Hoff.
Blue convertible.

- Hey, maybe you didn't hear me.
- I heard you.

- Biff, you got an engine number?
- No.

Look. If you know who,
maybe we can help you.

If you don't, what can we do?

- If you're still trying to cut up...
- Look!

How many people do you think
come in here just like you,

who say somebody's trying to kill them?

- How many?
- How would I know?

Four or five a week.
Sometimes three in one day.

Not one of them that I know of
has been hurt yet.

Fred, dig out that Collins file
for me, will you?

Think it over for a minute.

See if you've got anything real
to go on.

Lt. Hoff will talk to you.

Uh-uh!
That door.

Where did this death in Wyoming
take place?

I don't know.

You see, Shaw? Nothing.

All you've got to go on is the word
of a 21-year-old girl.

And this car thing.
Maybe Mrs. Hillman wasn't lying.

Maybe the brakes were slipping.

Yeah! Maybe I'm going nuts too!

- Maybe this isn't even a police station.
- Shaw!

Look...

You understand our position, don't you?

I mean, we get this kind of thing
shoved in our faces all day long.

Most of them are crackpots.

You know why I talked to you?

Tell me, Uncle Jack!

All right, let's simmer down, partner.

I talked to you because
you don't look like a crackpot.

You don't sound like a crackpot,
that's why.

- But I'm acting like one.
- I didn't say that.

- But that's the idea!
- All right.

We'll look up Hillman for you.
How's that?

Now where can I get in touch with you?

Rap twice on my coffin.

A stumblebum with a champ's mouth, huh?

- Catch him, get his address.
- Right.

- And write out a squeal on him!
- Okay.

Nothing wrong with these brakes.
Stops on a dime, stays there.

- Thanks.
- Want to try it yourself?

No, no...

I told the owner
I'd bring it right back...

...after the test.

Oh, there you are.

Mrs. Hillman's been trying
to reach you all afternoon.

She wants you to meet her
at Mountain Lodge tomorrow night...

...to close the deal
on that lake property.

- Do you want me for anything else?
- No, thanks, Mary.

- Good night.
- Good night.

I was hoping I'd find you here.

I just had to see you.

I bet you think I'm awful.

Why would I think that?

I lied to you. An outright lie about
Doris being late for lunch that day.

You probably think all the rest
were lies too.

- Were they?
- Of course not.

But you couldn't tell
whether I was a big liar or not.

- What are you typing?
- Typing?

Yes, I heard you as I was coming in.
Peck and pray.

- Oh, it's just an office memo.
- A likely story.

Rochester says that on TV all the time.

If it's just an office memo,
why are you hiding it?

I'm not hiding it.

Let's get out of here.

- Come on!
- I bet it's a love letter.

I just love to read other people's
love letters, don't you?

You see? You were hiding it.

I wasn't going to read it.
I just wanted to find out.

Funny thing.
I believe you.

How about a nice, big, juicy steak?

Oh, I'd love it!

- Oh... I just remembered something.
- What?

I just had a nice, big, thick, juicy steak.

Wait till you hear this one.

I'd like to but I'd better take off.

- It's almost three.
- Oh, it is?

First it's nine and then, whish,
it's almost three.

Where does the time go?

Yeah.

I wonder.

You'd better go.
I'll get your coat.

Are you sore about something?

Unhappy?

Just plain miserable, huh?

Say, I have to go up to the mountains
and meet Doris tomorrow to close the deal.

I'll call you as soon as I get back.

All right.

Darling, oh, it's so good to see you.

Where'd you get the car?

I rented it.

We're going to have dinner
with Collins tonight.

We should be able to close the deal.
I was going to leave you a note.

- Yeah?
- I tore it up.

I thought it'd be more fun
if I told you myself.

I've got a surprise for you too.

I bet.

You were just great, you know?
I'm so proud of you.

We've got our first piece of property
and it's just at your price too.

Hey, watch it, will you?
Where are we going?

That's the surprise.
To our cabin.

- What do you mean our cabin?
- Mine and my husband's.

It's way in the top of the mountain,
the very top.

You can look down and see
for miles and miles.

That's great.

Let's go.

Something the matter?

No.

- Madge ever been up here?
- Sure, lots of times.

- But for goodness's sake, why?
- I just wondered.

I bet she comes running to you
with her troubles all the time.

Not her. She's too independent
and stubborn.

Come on.

How do you like it?

Not bad.

Come on.

Scary, isn't it?

We used to have a porch
built out over there...

...but nobody felt comfortable on it.

One of these days I'm going to put
a great big picture window there.

What's the matter?

Come here, I want to show you
something else.

No, thanks, uh-uh...

I'm quite comfortable right here.

What's been the matter
with you lately, Edward?

- How lately?
- I'm serious, darling.

Nothing that I know of.
Why?

You've been avoiding me,
even when I see you.

It's not the same.

It's logical.

- Nothing stands still to us.
- But I don't want it to stand still.

I want it to grow...
so that nothing can stop it.

Not you, nor me, nor anybody.

But most of all not you nor me.

I thought you might like
some coffee.

It's good on a cold night like this.

I brought some cookies too.

What are you doing here?

I was worried about you, Dorrie.

I wanted to see how you and Shaw
were getting along.

Black or white?

Have you got any brandy?

- Not here.
- Cream will do.

- Enough?
- That's fine.

You forgot the sugar.

Oh, so I did.

I forgot... Oh, Doris!
Of course, it should be ladies first.

I forget whether you take
cream or sugar.

It's been so long since we've had
breakfast together.

Doris, we're all civilized people.

Sit down.
We might as well be comfortable.

What do you want, Gus?

An understanding.

If this partnership is to continue...

it's to be confined to business hours.

That's fairly clear, isn't it?

Pretty clear.
Wouldn't you say it was, Doris?

Please, Edward, will you shut up?

Yep.
It seems pretty clear to her.

Well, I must be running.

- Finish your coffee. Have a cookie.
- No, thanks.

Oh, Mr. Hillman...

it was nice of you
to come all the way up here...

...just to tell me not to work overtime.

Good night.

How did you know I'd come here?

- Your attitude.
- What's that got to do with it?

You couldn't wait to get Shaw alone.
This was the best place.

- You're drunk!
- Sure, I've had one or two.

It's a long ride up that mountain.

It's a long ride down too.

That's better.

Now you stay here and have
some fun with Gus, huh?

Now just what was it I was supposed
to have put in the coffee, Mr. Norman?

Some kind of a drug,
according to Mr. Shaw.

That would be funny
if it wasn't so serious.

Do you realize, Mr. Shaw, that you're
accusing me of attempted murder?

I sure do, and it's not hard.

I'm perfectly willing to do anything
I can to clear this matter up.

Not only for my own reputation
but for Mr. Shaw's peace of mind.

I don't want anybody
lying awake at night...

...wondering if I'm going to murder them.

So, if it will help
by cancelling the policy,

I'll be glad to do it, even though
it leaves me out on a limb...

...with a huge investment.

- The policy is non-cancellable.
- Yes, I know that.

But if the president of your company
is willing to cut corners...

and make an exception, in this case
I will cancel the policy.

And I'm sure that mostly all companies...

...are willing to cut corners
at one time or another.

Is that fair enough?

Sounds fine to me.

- Cancel it today?
- Right now.

- I'm satisfied.
- That's fine.

You know, Mr. Norman,
what's the matter with Mr. Shaw?

He suffers from a guilt complex.

Or...

...he's in love with my wife.

Perhaps I should refresh
my psychology, Mr. Hillman,

but what's that got to do with it,
if you get what I mean?

He's afraid I might kill him.

So he cooked up this story
to get your protection.

When he and my wife arrived
at the cabin,

the last person in the world they expected
to find there was me.

Am I clear?

Did you and Mrs. Hillman expect
to find Mr. Hillman at the cabin?

They thought I was safe and sound
in Los Angeles. I can prove it.

Is that true?

Yeah.

I'm sorry, Mr. Shaw,
but the policy is non-cancellable...

...and I see no reason
to discuss it any further.

Hello!

Oh, Mrs. Hillman!

No, he ain't.

He was here about,
oh, noon I'd say.

And then he packed in a hurry,
I tell ya.

Yes, packed!

Well, he was...

Mrs. Hillman!

Hello?

Well!

I've called every place, Mrs. Hillman.
It's fantastic.

He seems to have disappeared completely.

- Today is the 27th, isn't it?
- Yes.

And he took his $1.000 bill?

I imagine so.

When I came back from lunch
he was gone and so was the bill.

Hey, Joe! Where have you been?
You're late.

Edward!

What on earth's the matter with you?

I had a little scare, that's all.
I'm all right.

- You got my message, huh?
- Yes. I was so glad to hear from you.

The maid let me in.
Was that all right?

Sure.

I guess you think I've sipped
a grog or two, huh?

No.

They sure got themselves
a beautiful setup.

An insurance policy I can't shake,
the police think I'm psycho.

It gets to you after a while.

Not knowing where it's coming from,
or when, or what or how...

Well, I'm taking that $1.000 bill
and coming up...

...on the other side of the world.

No shakes, no cold sweat...
and no tramps.

That's why I wanted to see you.
To say goodbye.

Why haven't you left before?

Is it because you're in love
with the tramp?

I'm sorry I said that.
After all she is your sister.

If you're not in love with her,
are you in love with somebody else?

No.

Not even a little bit?

Maybe.
A little bit.

And that's why you haven't left?

Maybe.

Maybe staying is like the $1.000 bill.

Gives me something to cling to.

- Looks pretty good, doesn't it?
- Not to me.

I think putting that bill in a frame
was pure sentimental drivel.

That's cute.
Let's hear it again.

Here you are about to throw away
your whole life...

...by going off to the Australian bush
or someplace.

And you're going to use that...
that thing to do it.

What's wrong with that?

Can't you use all that money here
to fight back at Doris and Mr. Hillman?

All I'm fighting here is my nerves.

Edward... I'm only 21.

And I know when you're 21 you...

...you think you know more than
anybody else in the world.

But I think I know
what's wrong with you.

You won't stop thinking about it really...

...until you stop running from it.

Or I could stay here and keep on
being a sitting duck.

Not if you do something about it.

Go see Doris.
You can handle her.

You mean I went to her,
went back to her, she'd turn on Hillman?

If there was a... you know...

...a showdown between you and Doris
and Mr. Hillman she would.

And then the whole plot
would come out.

And if Doris turned against him,
Mr. Hillman wouldn't dare do anything.

Just how do we get the showdown?

Well...

If Hillman sees you and Doris together...

Where? On a trip or someplace?

Well, why not a trip?
Las Vegas or any place.

Using what for money?

- Where is he?
- I'll take you to him.

Why did he send me this?

He said with you money talked.

Really?

He also said that...

...you could choose the place and spend
the money any way you liked.

Providing, of course,
that he spends it with you.

But why? Didn't he think
I was trying to do away with him?

Of course not.
He never suspected you at all.

He thought Mr. Hillman was trying to.

Why didn't he call me direct?

Well, I'll have to run along.

I'll be late for class.
Doris, will you run me down to school?

Honey, I can't, I'm late.

Here. Take a cab and run.

Gus is in Chicago
and I've got to call Pearson.

Oh, okay.

What happened to Las Vegas, did it move?

- What?
- We're headed toward Big Bear country.

Come on, let's make the light.

What's bothering you?

Now or then?

- Then.
- Las Vegas.

You're about 35 miles wrong.

I must have taken the wrong road.

Ask me what's bothering me now.

Why ask what I already know?

Your cabin, huh?

- Yes.
- No roulette, no dice?

No big flowing dresses?

No.

No husband?

Gus is in Chicago, you know that.

- I only know what you tell me.
- And?

Tell me more.

Just tonight, Edward...

...up there, it's like being
on top of the world.

We could go to Vegas tomorrow.

Go on. Drive.

And we thought if Edward and Doris
went away together,

and we let Hillman know
they were away together...

- Well, that would do it.
- Do what?

Well, play Hillman and Doris
against each other.

I know Doris. And if she got
mad enough at Hillman,

she'd tell Edward everything.

- Split and conquer, huh?
- Yes.

So? Now Shaw is in Las Vegas.

Only Mrs. Hillman knows
that he suspects her...

...so she'll know he's trying to trick her.

Shaw hasn't shown up
at the Sand's yet, Hoff.

Neither has that Hillman dame.
Sorry, Miss.

- What about Mr. Hillman.
- He checked out early this morning.

Was asking the airlines
about getting him to Big Bear.

Big Bear? Not Vegas?

He and Doris have a cabin
up near there.

Oh yeah, this.

The life insurance people just called it
to me over the phone.

Miles Norman's office.

From Laramie, Wyoming.

Narlevsky fell asleep and drove
off bridge 12 miles north of here.

Reopening case to confirm
suspicion of sleeping pills.

Details later.

It's beautiful, isn't it?

I might even ask you to drink it
out of my slipper.

Champagne's for good things.

Here's to fun.

And to love.

What's the matter, Edward?

What's wrong?

You're not going to spoil
our little party.

Our party was spoiled
a long time ago.

It happened to me like this
since I was a kid.

Something nice happens...

...and it always manages
to get messed up.

What's wrong, Edward?

You sneak around too many corners,
I guess.

I'd just like to walk
down the street once...

...in the sunlight.

But we've had a wonderful time
the past few weeks.

The best I've ever had.
Something that could go on forever.

You feel that way just as I do.

You know, it's a shame.
Could be awful good together.

If only I could trust you.

But is...

Is trust something that
you wrap up in a package...

...and give to the person you love?

Or is it in my eyes, in my heart?

Read my heart, Edward.

I'm trying, Doris.
But there are things.

Things like why did we come
to the cabin?

Edward, listen, I was just
trying to test you.

I wanted to get rid of Gus
so that we could be alone,

so that I could make you love me
like I love you.

- You're lying, Doris.
- I'm not lying, Edward.

Lies! All of it lies!

Edward.

I love you.

Darling, this is all I wanted.

This is all I've ever wanted.

Just you, Edward.

We could stay here forever.

Yes, forever, darling.

What about Gus?

Gus?

Edward, we've got to get away
from here quickly.

- Why?
- Gus. He's coming here.

- He'll be here anytime.
- Tonight?

- Yes.
- Then it was going to be tonight.

Yes, but it's all changed now.

- Please, Edward, let's go.
- I am going.

- Alone!
- But Edward, you love me, you told...

Tell me, Doris, how does it feel to kiss
somebody you're trying to kill?

Are they sweeter when you know
you'll be the last to kiss them?

Are they?

- No!
- Tell the truth for a change!

Tell me how much you loved me
when your husband fed me dope.

Do you love me more
than you loved Narlevsky?

- Tell me! Do you!
- Please, please!

Come on, talk!

Tell me how much our love
will grow and grow!

Keep telling me until you kill me!

- You're not fit to live!
- Edward!

Edward... Edward, where are you going?

I'm getting out of here
while I'm still alive.

Edward, please don't leave me!

Edward!

Put down that gun!

Oh, Edward...

Edward, I didn't mean to
but you were leaving me...

Edward, I'm sorry.
Please forgive me, darling!

What's happened here?

Is he dead?

He's alive.

You idiot!
Why did you shoot him?

- You spoiled everything.
- Oh, Edward, darling...

Pull yourself together, stop that!

But I shot him, can't you see?

You loved him a great deal,
didn't you?

Does anybody know
you brought him here?

No.

Good. That's perfect.

A lover's rendezvous.
Ending in a suicide.

A double suicide.

- What?
- You're a clever girl, Dorrie.

You know that a woman might kill her lover
when he threatens to leave her...

...and then follow him herself later.

Gus, you're horrible.

Yes... we're a pair, aren't we, Dorrie?

It's too bad you couldn't have
remembered that.

Shaw, are you all right?

Shaw!

Here.

Here, let me give you a hand.

Drivel.

Who needs drivel anymore?

Get his head!

What to tell me what you're thinking?

Highs and lows.

Oh... what's that?

Feelings you get.

But just with certain people.

Oh.

Yeah.

Doris was practical.

She liked men, she liked money.

No nonsense.

I never met anybody like her.

Things may be a lot different
than you think.

Go to sleep.

Subtitles: Luís Filipe Bernardes