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FPS 23,976

THE WOMAN ONTHE BEACH
1947

43, 8-1445.

Holster... 38 caliber revolver

21...

44, l-2-3-5...

45, 4-3-175...

You, uh...

Had that nightmare again?

Yeah...

But this one was different...

Different and worse.

They're coming back again
every night.

And I can't stand it, chief.

There's something
about this ocean

I can't stand.

You won't have to much longer.

You'll be discharged
in a week.
We all will.

You know, when they let me
out of the hospital, they...

Said, "lieutenant,
your wounds are all healed.

You're sound
in body and mind."

But my head is...

Let's face it, I'm not well!

Man: Morning, sir.

Good morning, gray.

Nice day.

Evans reports a fog rolling in.

Have the stable
saddle up blackie.

I'll want him after breakfast.

Oh, and tell the chief
I'll go over
the personnel reports

with him at 1400.

Aye, aye, sir.

Good morning, chief.

Good morning, sir.

Eve...

Can we get married?

Sure. Didn't I say yes
a long time ago?

No, no, I mean
right now, tonight.

All right, Scott...

Anytime.

I'll always love you,

so I guess it doesn't matter
how soon we begin together.

Be all right
if I pick you up
at 8:00 tonight?

Yes.

And I think you'd
better wear a dress
just this once.

Ashamed of me already, huh?

Sure, but I love you.
Chaplain doesn't,
though, and...

I think he might like a dress.

You're not going right away.

Scott: I have to relieve
chief wernecke.

Hello, Mary.

What's this about my husband?

I'm on my way
to relieve him for chow.

Oh, don't be in
a rush. It'll do him
good to miss a meal.

Honestly,
I'll be glad when
he's discharged

just so I can
thin him down
a little bit.

We're going to be married.

Well, I should think
you would be!

I mean tonight.

The sooner the better!

What is this, a conspiracy?

I'll tell you what I'll do.

I'll wash your
hair for you
this afternoon.

I bought some
new fancy
shampoo stuff.

What have you
got there?
Chocolate cake.

Well, how about a piece?

No, this is for oley.
You should see the ship model
he made for my youngsters.

But this is a celebration.

I know, but this is for oley.

I'll bake you a cake
for your wedding.

Oley!
Chocolate cake!

You're not nervous, are you?

No... no, but this isn't
the way we planned it,
is it?

I was going to be
through with
the Thompson boat,

and you were going
to be through
with the service.

You said you'd help me
with this awful bookkeeping,

get rid of that
stack of papers and...

And then...

When everything was all clear,

we'd be married...

And have a long, long honeymoon

out on cedar island...

Just you and me...

And no worries.

And when we were ready...

Both of us ready,

we'd come back here
and work together.

And it would still
be like a honeymoon.

We're going to do all that.

We'll just be
married a little
sooner, that's all.

Gosh, I wish
dad was alive right now.

He taught us
lots of things
besides boat building.

I even wish
my brother bill was here.

He was always better
at these accounts than I am.

If there was a reason, Scott,

if one of us
were going away tomorrow

for a long time...

But there isn't a reason...

Is there?

No.

No, there's no reason.

Of course you're right.

I...

I want everything
to be perfect, too.

After all, a couple
more weeks can't
make any difference.

Before we get married,

I'll hand you
my discharge papers.

For heaven's sake,
don't give any more
papers to me.

I'll drop over tonight,

and we'll clean up
that mess together.
Good-bye.

Bye.

And tell the chaplain

I'll have a white satin dress
made specially for him.

What do you do here every day?

I'm gathering wood,
some firewood.

That isn't forbidden, is it?

I wouldn't use that wood.

Why not?

Because it belongs to this...

If you're so afraid
of ghosts, lieutenant,

what about that
jacket you're holding?

What do you mean about...

Ghosts?

I was merely suggesting

that you might be
afraid of them.

But I'm not, I...

I was just wondering
about this...

Old wreck.

That's interesting.

What is?

That a person like you
should be afraid.

But i...

It's obvious, lieutenant...

Your objection
to my taking the wood
from this old wreck,

the way you looked
at that life jacket

as if it were something
out of a bad dream.

You even looked at me
as if
i

Well, what are you anyway?

Oh, really, lieutenant.

Oh, I'm sorry, I...

I didn't mean that.

Excuse me, I'm stupid.

Will you let me carry your wood?

You know where I live?

Naturally,
I'm supposed to know
everything around here.

Everything, lieutenant?

No, not everything, but houses

and people
who live in them,
things like that.

That's not hard, is it?

No, it isn't.

The hard thing, I guess,

is to know yourself.

Yes, that is difficult.

Anyway, what's the use?

Thanks very much,
lieutenant Burnett.

I hope I didn't
take you too far
out of your way.

Not at all.
How did you know
my name?

I see you ride by on
the beach every day.

You certainly took
your time deciding
to talk to me.

Bring the wood in here.

I'll build up the fire
and make some tea.

Will you give me a hand?

This is a piece of a rudder,

a rudder from a lifeboat.

When the ghosts
get too insistent,

you have to get rid of them.

But how?

As long as you
struggle against them,
you never will.

They'll torment you constantly.

But if you stop fighting them,

give in...

They'll soon go away.

Give in?

What happens to you?

You find a kind of peace.

You don't care anymore.

I ought to know.

From what I've heard,
it hasn't be easy.

Easy?

It's not hard to guess,
you were torpedoed.

It was pretty bad...

Very bad.

But have you ever
had everything,

and then suddenly had nothing,

nothing but ghosts?

Ohh... why should I
bore you with this?

You're not.
I think I understand.

We're pretty much alike,
aren't we?

Yes...

Yes, perhaps we are.

You're the first one
who seems to know
what I feel.

I ought to.

Yes, i...

Oh, this is ridiculous.

You'd better go now,
lieutenant... Go on.

Yes, I...

Good-bye,
Mrs. Butler.

Tod, this is lieutenant Burnett

from the coast guard station.

He helped me carry some wood.

Oh, good.

Mrs. Butler:
Lieutenant, this is
my husband tod Butler.

I'm glad to know you,
Mr. Butler.

I... i got a kid out
at the station

who's nuts about art,

he tells me you're
the greatest painter
in the world.

Hmm. I used to be
a painter.

I've, uh, often
seen you walking
on the beach.

Unfortunately, lieutenant,
I can't say the same.

Won't you sit down?

Well, thank you,
I was just leaving.

That's too bad.
Visitors are rare.

Yes. Sometimes
we don't see

a living soul for weeks.

Before you go, lieutenant,

let's really meet each other.

Ordinarily, 2 people just look

and each knows
what the other's like.

These days with me
it's different.

I have to replace
that look with
a lot of boring questions.

Are you a young man, lieutenant?

Yes, of course you are.
I can tell by your voice.

Born in the middle west.

And tall, about 6'3" I'd say.

And what color hair?

Dark.

Tod: Dark.

Good-looking young man like you

must find
duty in this place
rather unromantic.

Yes...

I'm afraid you'll continue
to find it unromantic,

won't he, Peggy?

Join us in a drink, lieutenant?

Peggy.

Burnett: I'm sorry,
but I'm late already. I...

I'm due back at the station.

Tod: Well,
that's too bad.

Come back and see us soon.

Nice to see people
once in awhile.

I'll try, Mr. Butler,

but, you see,
I haven't much free time.

Not much free time.

Besides, it's rather boring

to spend it
with a blind man, eh?

Oh, no, no.
It's not that.

I'll come and see you
as soon as I can.

When?

Well, I don't know.

Tomorrow.

Well, that's more like it.
I'll be expecting you.

It might be late.

That's all right.
You're welcome any time.

Remember we always have
a drink around here.

Good-bye.

Nice young fellow.

Don't you think so?

Yes, he is.

I like him.

Little dull, though.

Strong outdoor type.

You like that, don't you, peg?

You always admired virility.

And somehow
I can't picture you
living outdoors,

have to come in sometimes,

have to talk.

I can't paint anymore,

but I can still talk...
Can't I?

Tod, why don't you
sell the paintings?

What good are they
in that cobwebby
old closet?

You know
they'd bring
a lot of money,

and then we could
get out of here,

go anywhere...

Have some fun again.

Where would we go?

One place is pretty much
like another to me.

They all have
a dark velvety hue.

And you, my love,
don't care where you are

as long as you're with me.

Do you?

Well, do you?

No, tod, it doesn't matter.

My peg...

I have to defend myself.

Don't you know who's outside?

Tod Butler, the painter.

And he's here to see you.

Have him come in.

Mr. Butler!

Watch your step.
There's mud here.

Sorry to break in
on you like this,
lieutenant.

That's all right.
What can I do for you?

I need some help.
Yes?

You see, lieutenant,
I lose my sense of direction
in the rain.

Usually, I compensate
for my eyes
with many things...

The feel of the wind,
the sun on my face,

the earth under my feet.

And your cane,
I suppose,
is a big help?

Not really.

People always
expect a blind man
to carry a cane,

and I hate to disappoint them.

It's one of those
racetrack things...

I really carry it to sit on.

The rain does bother me,
and I need your help
getting home.

Well, that's quite
a distance
for you to walk

in this kind of weather.

It wasn't raining
when I started.

But you came prepared

with that raincoat.

In this climate
at this time of year,
one can expect anything.

But you got here.

Yes. Frankly, lieutenant,
this was my destination.

I'd like you to drive me home

and have a drink
and maybe stay for dinner.

Well, I'm afraid
I couldn't do that.

I, uh...

I have an appointment in town.

I'm sorry.

Mrs. Butler
will be disappointed.

You made a great
impression on her...

Yes, a very great impression.

So, naturally,
I'm interested in you, too.

Look here,
Mr. Butler...

What exactly are you up to?

I have very few friends
here, lieutenant.

I'd like to know you better.

Well, that's very flattering,

but, uh...

Do you think
Mrs. Butler
expects me?

Of course.

And I really do
need your help
to get home.

All right, let's go.

But I'm not sure about dinner.

Do you play chess, lieutenant?

Chess?

Yes.

Well, I played some
in the hospital,

but I'd be glad to take you on.

Good. We'll have
a lot of fun.

Kirk...

Tell the chief
I'm going
with Mr. Butler

and I'll be back soon.

Tell wernecke hello for me.

Yes, sir.

Burnett: The only other
blind man I ever knew

was a shipmate of mine.

We were in
the hospital together.

At first if I hadn't
given him a hand,

he wouldn't have
been able to find
his own bed.

That was at first.
Little by little,
things change.

One gets used to it.
Brandy, lieutenant?

No, thanks.

You don't drink?

Oh, once in awhile,
but I can take it
or leave it.

Fortunate.
Did you enjoy your dinner?

Of course.
It was delicious.

My compliments,
Mrs. Butler.

Tod: Peggy would've been
terribly disappointed
if you hadn't have stayed.

She seldom cooks
a real dinner these days.

You must have made
an impression.

The lieutenant's
just being polite,

and I'm sure he would
have had a much better
time in town.

Have you a cigarette, tod?

Here, Mrs. Butler.
Have one of mine.

This, uh, shipmate
of mine was blind,

but... he could see
the difference

between light and dark.

Tod can't.
The nerve's cut.

That's right.

But I still get plenty
out of life.

You must miss
your painting,
though.

Painting? No!
I miss nothing!

I'm sorry.

Didn't mean to be so violent.

I... i must revise that statement.

There's something
i
do

Deep-sea fishing.

Fishing?

Yes, lieutenant.
It's terrific.

I love to feel
that first nibble...

And the strike.

You've got him hooked.

He tries to get away,
but you hold him...

Fast, hard, relentless.

Peggy, remember that big tarpon
I caught off the key?

But what am I drooling about?

Nobody ever asks me anymore.

I can't go by myself.

Funny. I used to have
so many fishing pals.

Well, put yourself
in their place.

A man who can't
see the difference

between light and dark.

Suppose there were an accident.

You wouldn't
even know which way
to swim to shore.

Sorry you caught on, lieutenant.

I was hoping I might
talk you into
a fishing trip.

I don't like to put
you out, lieutenant,

but didn't you say
you had to go on duty
at 9:00?

That's right.
What time is it?

Why do you wear a watch?

Oh, force of habit.

I like
the sound of it.
It's company.

Besides, so many
people ask me
what time it is.

Well, i... I really must go.

It's too bad you have to go

just as
we're beginning
to be friends.

I'm still in the coast guard.

I'll see you out.

Good-bye, Mr. Butler.
Thanks for a fine evening.

Don't you think we might dispose

of the "mister" sort of thing?

Why not call me tod?

What do you say, Scott?

All right, tod.
Good-bye.

You're wrong, Scott,
but
so

Oh, no, I'm not.

You saw what happened
with the lighter.

Yes, of course I did.
Tod's eyes seem
perfectly normal,

but he can't see because
the optic nerve was cut.

How do you know it was cut?

Because I did it.
You?

We used to...
Drink a lot.

We lived in a sort
of strange state
of excitement...

Always off balance,
high-pitched, tense...

Always just
at the breaking point.

When tod's drunk,
there's no telling
how he'll react.

He can be unbelievably
fierce and brutal or...

Tender.

Too tender.

It was one of
those nights I hit him.

There was broken glass.

Well, there it is...

And here we are... you and I.

He's blind, and I...

Well, now you know
why I don't want
to see you here.

Tod's lying when
he says he likes fishing
or anything else.

There's only one thing
in the world

that interests him,
and that's me.

Of course, it was an accident.

I... i didn't mean to.

Perhaps it wasn't
really my fault.

When you do
something like that,
you have to pay for it.

Do you love him?
Love him?

I... hate him.

Oh, let's not talk about that.

You're wrong, Scott,
and tomorrow

you'll have forgotten
all about me.

You're nice.

It's been good to know you.

Miss geddes to see you, sir.

Scott:
Have her come in.

Thank you, Jimmy.
Ok.

Hello.
Hello.

Since you didn't
show up last night,

I thought you might
not mind helping me

with some of these things
that look important.

How are you?

I'm all right.

Now, first...

Oh, yes. Here it is.

Do I have to pay
this invoice to get
the 10-day discount,

or do I wait
for the statement
at the end of the month?

Well, you wouldn't
expect a beach
cowboy like me

to know much about
invoices, would you?

I'm sorry.
That... That isn't
much help, is it?

You needn't be sorry.

I deserve it for lying to you.

I didn't really
want help with these.

When you didn't
come by last night,

I got to thinking and
decided I'd been wrong.

If you want to get married,

I've got on a dress.

By... what line
of reasoning

did you arrive at that decision?

Well, Mary wernecke said...

I just did, that's all.

Mary wernecke, eh?

I thought so.

You know, you people
are all trying
to take care of me,

but nobody tries
to understand what...

Well, you think I'm sick.

That's it, isn't it?

Why, yes, I guess it is.

Are you really sick?

I'm all right.

It's...
It's just that...

Well, I thought
if we got married...

Well, it doesn't
make any difference
what I thought.

It was a silly idea anyway.

Maybe it wasn't.

Oh, yes, it was.
You don't know.

As a matter of fact, it's...

Silly for me
to even think
of getting married.

Well, in that case,

I certainly don't know
what I'm doing here.

What are you doing here?

Nothing.

It's quite a hideout.

That's what
i
thought.

I come here to be alone...
To get away from that house.

Now it isn't a secret anymore.

Are you sorry?

No.

No, I'm not sorry.

You said we're something alike.

I think you deserve
to share this old wreck.

How do you like it?

Well, it's not very shipshape.

It's cozy.

I should think there
might be a few rats
around here, though.

I never thought of that!

Scott, I...

I've been thinking.

You mustn't see me
anymore. I...

I'm no good for you.

I can't go on inflicting
my unhappiness on you.

Thank heavens he missed it.

He saw it, all right.
Why should he pretend
to be blind?

To hold you.
You said yourself

you'd have to pay for
what you think you did.

For a painter like tod
to make believe
he's blind...

To give up his work
for any reason...
is inconceivable.

Well, I can believe
anything about him.

Look at the way he treats me.

He insists
I come to the house,
be his friend,

and then he makes
fun of me... and you...

Just as if he were watching us.

That's his way...
the way of an insanely
possessive man,

a man without eyes,
to keep a check on me...
And on you.

He knows we're here.
Then why did he go on?

Peggy...

If I could prove
to you that tod
really wasn't blind,

would you leave him?

Of course.

You would?

Peggy: Well, yes,
of course I would.

Hello, Scott.

Come on in.

My wife's gone to town
to do some errands.

Did you type all those pages?

No. I have to rely
on Peggy for that.

As a matter of fact,
I have to rely on Peggy
for almost everything.

What are you writing?

Oh, nothing.

Nothing.

It's just to pass time.

I have to ride up
by the cliffs. Would you
like to go with me?

Why, I'd love it!
It'd be wonderful...

Like making a trip
to another country.

Nothing like a change
of scenery, huh?

That's right.

You know, Scott,
more and more I realize

that a man's eyes
are just the tools
of his brain.

And if he loses him,

it's a question
of finding something
to take their place.

Now you know all our secrets,

but I guess
they're safe with you.

Here, I'll... I'll
walk along with you.

No, no, no.
You ride.

I'll catch hold of the saddle.

What color is your horse, Scott?

Black.
Black, eh?

Good horse?
Fast?

Yes.
Good. Go ahead.

I'll keep up with you.

Aren't you tired?

Not the least bit.

Are we far from the edge?

Not very.
About how far?

Oh, about 50 yards.

Don't you think it's about time

you put that imagination
of yours to work?

Sure. I can very well
see the color
of the water.

The sun's a little pale today,

and the water's
gray instead of
its usual blue.

Off here,
the dunes are bathed
in a rosy glow.

Perfect setting for
an oriental fairy tale.

You want to stop here,
or shall we go on?

Oh, let's go on,
but not too close
to the edge.

We're on the edge
of the cliff,
aren't we, Scott?

You know very well
where we are, don't you?

I know I'm still on the cliff.

Just exactly where,
I don't know, of course.

Well, this is where I leave you.

Where are you going?

I'm going to the village.

You don't need me.
You can find your way.

Oh.

Sure.
I'll be all right.

Thank you, Scott.

It was a wonderful walk.

Tod!

Boy: You guys get some
water to throw on him.

You know, it must be
pretty rugged when
a painter goes blind.

I remember when he went blind.

Our schoolteacher said
you couldn't hold
a great talent down,

and he'd find
something else to do.

I wonder if he's dead.

Man: That will
keep him asleep
for several hours.

When he wakes up,
he'll probably be
in some pain,

but the nurse will
give him another shot.

Now, don't worry about a thing.

He's pretty badly bruised,
but that's all.

I'd like to write out
a prescription.
Over there, doctor.

I was so sure that...

That he wasn't blind.

I wanted to make him admit it...

So you could be free.

Doctor: Mrs. Butler.

Doctor: Miss Jennings
will stay here tonight.

Will you go to town
and get the medicine?

Peggy: Of course, doctor.
That's fine.

Your husband
has great courage,
Mrs. Butler.

Boric acid solution or powder?

Solution... 4%.

I...

I remember last time
you called me...

Right after that
fight he had with
young bill geddes.

Peggy: When will you
be back, doctor?

When I finally got
to see bill geddes,

I realized
I should have gone
to him first.

Bill is certainly
no weakling,
but your husband...

Peggy: When
will
you

I'll look in again
tomorrow morning.

Bill left home right after that.

He seemed
terribly anxious
to get in the army.

I wonder why,
Mrs. Butler.

Peggy: I'm sure
I don't know.

I believe I'll take a last look

at those bandages before I go.

Now, it's nothing
at all, I tell you.
Nothing at all.

Tod's had this sort
of thing before,
and he will again.

Scott.

Hi, lieutenant.

You won't find miss Eve.

She ain't home.

She's gone to the city.

Mrs. Wernecke's
inside, though.

Thanks.

Eve's not here.

If you don't stop that,

I'm going to take you all home

and put you to bed right now!

You'll see.

Mrs. Wernecke.

You and the chief are
old friends of Eve's.

You must have known
her brother bill.

Why, of course, lieutenant.

Otto's known them
ever since they
were children.

He used to work
for their father.

Well, perhaps you could
tell me something.

I... i heard
some people talking.

Was there ever
anything between bill
and Peggy Butler?

All right, what are
you so nosy about?

You remind me
of your father.
Get out! Get out!

Now, when you
get out there,
do be quiet!

You know how I found out?

Otto told me.

One day, Otto told me
that he saw bill
down on the beach,

and when he asked him
what he was doing
on the beach,

bill said that he was
gathering firewood.

Now, you tell me...
What on earth

would bill be doing
down on the beach
gathering firewood

when he's got all that he needs

right out there
in that carpenter shop?

Boys: I want some candy!
Give us some candy!

Mrs. Butler's here,
and she wants
to sp...

Peggy: You have such
darling little boys,
Mrs. Wernecke.

Just follow me
into the kitchen.
Never mind that candy.

Into the kitchen, all of you.

Boys: I want some candy!

You're pretty
well acquainted with
this house, aren't you?

I've been here before.

Such a lovely place.

A canary and everything.

So domestic and so dull.

Peggy...

Was there anything
between you and bill?

Cigarette?

You'd better come
over and see tod.

I think he suspects something.

You still
have to explain
why you, uh...

Pushed him over the cliff.

Answer me, Peggy.

Was there anything
between you and bill?

Oh, for heaven's sake,
Scott. What of it?

You're not my husband.

Peggy...

You're nothing but a...

Go on. Say it.

I'm a tramp.

You just finding that out?

Oh, poor bill.

I can't bear
to see a picture
hanging crooked.

Well?

You going to see tod?

Yes.

I'll see tod.

Oh, don't misunderstand.

It's for your sake, not mine.

That's why I came in...

When I saw your Jeep outside.

Oh, hello,
Mr. Wernecke.

Oh. Hello,
Mrs. Butler.

Peggy: We'll be
expecting you,
Scott.

Scott: I've got
to tell you exactly
how it happened, tod.

I could have warned you
when you got near the edge,

but I let you go on
because I was so convinced
that you weren't blind...

At least, not so blind
that you couldn't see
where you were going.

It became an obsession that
I just couldn't control.

Well, why don't you
say something, tod?

I don't think
you're even listening.

I am.

I am, and I believe you.

You made it very apparent
before we started

that you thought I could see.

That remark of yours
about a "change of scenery"
was very obvious.

As a matter of fact,
I'm not sorry it happened.

Now we can really be friends
and see each other often

without a lot of notions
that have to be concealed.

I feel better since
we've had this talk.

Yes. I feel better, too.

Scott, come in here
a minute, will you?

I want to show you something.

These are your paintings?

What's left of them.

May I look at them?

Tod: Of course.
I want you to.

Please put them back
in the right order.

I had to sell
quite a few
of them at first.

Pay the doctors
and wipe out
old debts.

These must be worth a fortune
now that you're...

Since you're
convinced I'm blind,

go ahead and say it.

But you're right.

Now that I
can't paint anymore,
this stuff of mine

gets more valuable every day.

There's
an old saying
in my trade:

"A man never gets rich
until he's dead."

I assure you, a blind painter's

just the same as a dead one.

I'm sure the lieutenant
doesn't care about
looking at paintings,

particularly in this bad light.

Is it that late?
I was under the impression

there was still bright sunshine.

Why do you keep them here?

Someone might break
in the house
and steal them.

No. Every art dealer
knows my paintings.

They'd never accept one
without asking me.

Some naive person
might try to sell one,

but he'd never get away with it.

They're safe here
just as long as I'm alive.

I would like to show them
to you sometime

in a good light.

I'd like that, tod,

but you know
I don't understand
much about painting.

There's nothing to understand.

Hasn't anything
to do with the brain.
It's the eye.

A painting's like a woman.

She either thrills you
or she doesn't.

Well, in that case, it's easy.

For instance,

you know, I never really
started to paint well

until just before
the lights went out.

But I think this
is one of my best.

Something
about the effect
of the hair,

the skin texture.

Of course,
nudes were never
my strong suit.

But here
I had a particularly
beautiful subject.

As you can see,
this is a portrait
of Peggy.

Excuse me, tod.
I think you have
the wrong painting.

This is a picture of some roses

and a newspaper.

Peggy.

Peggy: Yes, tod?

Where's your portrait?

I don't know.

You're the only one
in this house
who can see.

You know I never go
into that closet
without you, tod.

All right.

All right.

Thank you
for your interest,
Scott.

I would like you
to see them sometime.

Well, I hope I haven't...

Not at all.
Come back soon.

I'll do that.
Good-bye.

Good-bye, Mrs. Butler.

Good-bye, lieutenant.

Where is it?

It's my portrait.

It's my work.
It's the best thing
I've ever done.

I want it, I need it,
and I'm going to get it!

Where is it?

I'll get it.

I wish I'd never heard
of painting

or artists.

I knew you'd come.

I knew you'd be here.

Are you all right?

Now I am.

Boys: Hi, Eve!
Hi! Hi! Hi, Eve...

Hi, fellas.

Oh, Eve, we're
having so much fun
decorating the station

for the farewell party.

Now, don't get into any trouble.

They're waxing
the mess hall floor
and everything.

Why don't you come down
and help us?

Those big lugs haven't got
one ounce of artistic sense.

Now, if you break anything,
I'm gonna warm your pants!

I can't, Mary.

I'm just beginning
to get this business
straightened out.

Your business is down
at the station.

Now listen, Mary.

I tried that once,
and I'll be darned
if I know why,

but he hasn't been around since.

If he wants to see me,
he can come here.

The theory that man is
inherently good is bunk,

pure bunk.

Each individual
possesses a split
personality,

which...

Uh, that's
pretty dull stuff,
isn't it?

Yes, it is.

Thanks.

That bad?

Mm-hmm.

Oh, what's the use of kidding?

I can't write.

At the risk of repeating myself,

if you'd sell the paintings,

you wouldn't have to worry
about writing.

Peg, I've never been
able to make you
understand

that those paintings
are my eyes.

Everything I saw in life,

I set down on canvas.

If I let them go, I lose
the last connection

from the past...
Strong and alive.

I do understand.
But it's high time

you were becoming practical.

Peg, will you
cut it out?
I tell you no!

Tod.

You're tired. Relax.

You can write.
You can do anything.

Pretty cold, peg.
Pretty cold.

Could you possibly be thinking

of lieutenant Scott Burnett?

I like Scott.

I like him because
he's good and straight.

That's why he's dangerous.

Peggy, I'm gonna keep you.

No matter what I have to do,

I'm gonna keep you
as long as I live.

No other man
can ever take my place.

Remember that.

That's better.

What does that remind you of?

New York.

We did have
our good times together,
didn't we, peg?

Yes, and we could again.

Remember
those champagne parties
we used to have

all by ourselves?

On the floor in front
of a big fire.

And when we had
all the champagne
we wanted,

you talked and talked.

And sometimes fight.

And I'd fall asleep
in your arms.

And when
I opened my eyes
in the morning,

there you'd be standing

with my breakfast tray.

I was so proud of you...

The great tod Butler,

fiery American painter,

who approached his canvases

like a prizefighter.

I was young then, tod.

You're so old now?

I might as well be.

Peggy, did it ever
occur to you that to me,

you'll always
be young, beautiful?

No matter how old you grow,

I'll always remember you
as you were

the last day I saw you...

Young, beautiful,

bright, exciting.

No one who can see
can say that to you.

Peg, you're so beautiful.

So beautiful outside,

so rotten inside.

You're no angel.

No. I guess
we're two of a kind.

That's why we're
so right for each other.

Scott: Tod, I've got a boat
for this afternoon.

Would you like
to go fishing with me?

Yes.

I'll be delighted.

We'll go now.

Tod: You got tackle
of your own, Scott?

If you haven't, I've got plenty.

Tod: Got bait,
I presume.

Oh, blowing outside.

You certainly picked
a fine day for it.

Fish probably won't bite at all.

Well, let's go.

Tod! Tod!

Tod! Tod!

Tod!

6-3-3-1.

Chief wernecke,

this is Peggy Butler.

My husband...

Lieutenant Burnett
and my husband...

Well, no. You know
we don't have any boats

on this station.

Now hold on a minute, please.

Miss Butler,
I'll see what I can do.

Give me the geddes boat yard.

8-5.

Hello, Eve? Otto.

The lieutenant and tod Butler

have gone on some kind
of a crazy fishing trip.

Yeah. I don't know
what it's all about,

but there might be some trouble.

Why'd you invite me
on this trip?

You know it's no day
for fishing.

'Cause I've got
something to settle.

Why did you come?

'Cause it's time for a showdown,

and this is
the perfect spot for it.

What's on your mind?

Tod, I can't stand
the way you treat
Peggy any longer.

You make a slave out of her.

You beat her, you mistreat her,

and someday, you're
gonna kill her!

You finished?
Yes.

Let me explain
a few things about Peggy.

You've got to set Peggy free.

I love her!

I don't intend to set her free.

Then you won't go back to shore.

Perhaps neither one of us
will get back to shore.

That's all right.
You won't
give her up?

Definitely not!

Scott!

Scott!

Scott!

Scott!

Pardon me.

Chief,
I have a little
packing to do.

I'll be
in the office
if you need me.

All right, sir.
I wonder what's
holding up the missis.

Hi, Eve.
Just get here?

Hi, Jimmy. Yes,
I just got here.

How about the next dance, Eve?

You tried to kill me!

The boy doesn't matter.

You just used him to do it.

But I licked you.
I licked you both.

I didn't want it
to happen. I tried
to stop him.

You tried to stop him
when you thought
it was too late,

when you thought I was finished!

Don't try to get away.
I can scent every move
you make.

I can scent you like an animal.

Tod, if you...

My eyes don't see,
but I have hands and ears
and a nose.

I can even smell your hate.
I like that.

It's not much different
from your love.

It is love!

Yes, it is. For whom?

For tod Butler, who kept you
with him in the dark

or for that pretty lieutenant
who offered you the sun

and the moon?

Tod, please listen.

I have listened to you enough.

I listen to you
tiptoeing into the dark

and sighing in your sleep.

You think I need eyes
to tell me you want
to get rid of me?

You murderous little sneak!

Tod.

So, you want to be free?

You'll get away when
I choose to let you go,

and I'm not ready yet...
Not quite!

Tod, what are you doing?

"Got to set Peggy free,"
he said.

"I love her."

He loves you.

What does he know about
loving a woman like you?

Nothing!

Scott?

I heard you were going away,

and it seemed stupid
not to say good-bye.

I followed you here
because I didn't think
I'd get the chance.

I had to finish some packing.

Then... then you
really are going.

Yes.

I finally realize you're sick.

I don't believe I am anymore...

Just ridiculous.

Well, if you know
what's the matter,

then why are you running away?

I'm not running away,
I'm just going.

It's too late for anything else.

I feel kind of silly,
too, you know.

A lot's been
going on around here

that everybody
knew about but me.

How do you like my dress?

Eve.

Burnett speaking.

Well, spe...

You're in danger?
What kind of danger?

All right.

All right, I'll be right over.

Was that...

That was Peggy, and I'm going.

Now, get this
through your thick,
little skull...

I've got to go.
I've got to find out

about myself once and for all.

What's wrong?

I had to call you for help.

Tod's wild.
He's insane.

What do you want me to do?

He's got some crazy idea,

I don't know what,
but I'm afraid.

You got to stop him.
You got to do something.

The paintings.

Tod!

Tod!

Tod, what are you doing?

I'm burning
my Bridges, my friend.

Peggy: Why are
you doing this?

Peggy.
Let me go.

Can't you see
what he's doing?
Let go!

Peggy: I've got
to save the paintings!

Let me go, I tell you.

Let me go!

Why, tod?

I had to do it.

Those paintings
meant everything to me.

But they became an obsession.

They had to be destroyed.

Now I'm free.

I have new work to do.

I've things to say...

Many things.

And Peggy's free.

I clung to her as I did
to the paintings,

to the past.

I made her live in it with me.

I had no right to do that.

Peggy...

Take me to the car, peg.

You can drive me to New York,

and then you
can do as you please.

Tod.