All language subtitles for Born to Kill (Crime Drama 1947) Claire Trevor, Lawrence Tierney & Walter Slezak

I don't have to ask you how it
feels to be a free...

woman again, Mrs. Brent.

Yes, sir, the bonds of matrimony
can weigh...

heavily on one's soul.

I realize that. Oh, not from my
own experience, mind you.

The little woman and I have
been married 15 years.

With nary a cross word,
I'll wager.

- That's right, nary a one.
- Well, your wife's...

a very fortunate woman.

- I often tell her that.
- I'm certain you do.

Goodbye, and thank you for
everything.

Goodbye.

Gangway! Gangway!

- Oh, we missed her.
- Yeah!

Laury, Laury, what a one you are.
What a one.

We'd better be quiet. They'll
hear us upstairs.

Who cares? I'll laugh as loud as
I want in my own house.

I'll make as much noise
as I want.

If my roomers wanna move out,
let them. Who cares?

Romeo. Down, Romeo.

Get down.

- He didn't get you dirty?
- No, it's all right.

He loves everybody. Just like
Laury here.

Listen, now.

Mrs. Kraft, I'd like to pay my
bill. I'm leaving...

in the morning.

That's right. This was the big
day, wasn't it?

- Have some beer.
- I don't think so.

Why not? If you're glad about the
divorce, you ought to celebrate.

If you're sad and wanna forget,
you ought to celebrate.

- Either way, you ought
to celebrate.

- Why, here's your bill.

- Thank you. I'll give you a check.
- Hop to it.

Sally, some more beer.

- Stay for supper, huh, Laury?
- Can't. I got a date.

- Who with?
- Danny Jadden.

- That squirt? Thought you had
a new one.

I have. Wait till you see him.

Tell about him, Laury.
What's he like?

Well, this big across the
shoulders.

He moved my trunk around
like it was a cracker box.

He's the quiet sort, but if you
stepped out of line...

he'd kick you in the teeth.

My, ain't that wonderful.

Sure is.

I never knew a man like that. My
two husbands was just turnips.

- Most men are.
- Isn't that the truth.

If you got a man like that,
why go outwith Danny?

I'm doing it to needle the new
one. He knows...

I'm crazy about him.

He knows he's got me all wrapped
up. So I've got...

to start him worrying.

It's a bore, but that's the way
to handle men.

- Ain't she cold-blooded, though?
- I wouldn't say so.

- I'd say she was being practical.
- We're out of beer.

- How many times have I...?
- I've got plenty. I'll get some.

- No, don't bother. -Are you sure?
I live next door.

- It'll only take a minute.
- No. Thank you just the same.

I probably won't see you again
before I leave, so goodbye.

- Goodbye.
- Goodbye, Mrs. Brent.

Goodbye. And good luck
with the new one.

Thanks.

You know, you ought to put on
some meat, Laury.

You're so skinny, can't grab hold
of you anywhere.

I haven't noticed anybody
having any trouble.

You're a one, Laury Palmer.
You sure are a one.

We're all good players. Get your
bets down early.

Now, get a hunch and
bet a bunch.

No time to back up now.
It's time to stack up.

That's 31 in the black. We pay 31,
and we pay the black.

Let's go, folks. Keep up that
fine play, now.

Leave a little, take a little.

Come on, dice. Be good
to me, boy.

Seven, odds. You lost.
Next shooter.

- Five dollars, sir.
- Thank you.

Coming out. A shooter, and
a good one.

What will he do, win or lose?
Make your bets.

You bet dice,
do or don't pass.

Coming out again. Here he comes.
Coming out. Make your bets.

Bet dice, win or lose. Here they
come. Coming out.

Eight is your point. Eight
will win.

What will it come, field, big
six or big eight?

Eight the winner. Pay the line.

Make your bets. Bet dice.
Do or don't pass.

Coming out again, same shooter.
Here he comes, win or lose.

Here they come, coming out. You
bet dice, do or don't pass.

Coming out again. Same good
shooter. Here he comes.

Coming out. You bet dice,
win or lose.

Keep rolling.

What will it come, six, eight,
field or come?

Coming out. Here they come.

Four's your point. Make four.

Four will win. Will he come,
will he field?

Make four.

Four the winner. Pay the line.

Coming out again. Same shooter,
the good one.

Here he comes. Coming out.

- Hi, Mrs. Brent.
- Oh, good evening.

- Cleaning them out?
- Not exactly.

Danny and I lost our shirts.

- This is Danny Jadden.
- How do you do?

Hi. How are you?

Shall we run along and try our
luck someplace else?

Sure. The night's young. Glad to
have met you, Mrs. Brent.

- Thank you.
- Goodbye.

- Goodbye.
- So long.

Coming out.

Coming out again, same shooter,
the good one.

What will he do, win or lose?

Eight is your point, make eight.
Eight will win.

Come on in.

- Let's have a nightcap.
- Baby, you got yourself a boy.

Hello, Romeo. Hello, sweet.

You know where everything is.
Go and fix the drinks.

- I'll be with you in a minute.
- Okay, baby.

Hello.

Get out.

Come on, Mac. Let's talk this out
over a couple of drinks.

- What do you say?
- I say, get out.

Kind of abrupt, ain't you?

I came for a drink and I'm
gonna have it.

You heard me.

Look, I'm here now. You can come
back some other time.

What you getting steamed up about?
She ain't no Queen of Sheba.

Sheba or no, no man's big enough
to cut me out.

Maybe so, and maybe not.

My heavens, what are you
doing, Danny?

Sounds like you're tearing
the house apart.

The racket you're making,
you...

Danny.

Danny.

Oh, Sam.

Well, down, down. No.

Well, aren't you out late
tonight, Romeo?

Yes, you ought to be home, you
little tramp. Come on.

Oh, no, you'll get right out again.
Inside for you.

Hello, information?
What's the number of...

the railroad station?

Thank you.

Where you been?

Out.

No.

Who with, the Palmer dame?

If we're gonna carry on a
conversation, it'd...

help for you to talk.

The Palmer dame's dead.

Why'd you do it, Sam?

I had to. She caught me with him.

- Him?
- That kid.

They were making a monkey
out of me.

I wouldn't have killed her too,
but she walked in...

and saw the kid lying there.

I was scared something like this
would happen.

The way you go off your head.

It's been worse lately. Ever since
that nervous...

crack-up last summer.

Honest, Sam.

You go nuts about nothing. Nothing
at all. You gotta watch that.

You can't kill people whenever
you want. It's not feasible.

- Why isn't it?
- All right, Sam. All right, it is.

- He was cutting in on me.
- With her?

- That was a big worry, I'll bet.
- It's not that.

It's just that I never let anybody
cut in on me on anything.

I can have anything I want if
I put my mind to it.

Sure, Sam, sure.

When I want it, I take it.
Nobody cuts in.

Of course, Sam.

He must've been crazy thinking
he stood a chance...

with the dame after she got
a load of you.

- Anyone spot you there?
- Not that I know of.

- Anyone see you with her?
- I don't watch...

everybody that looks at me.

Take it easy, will you, Sam? I'm
trying to help you, that's all.

There's a train out of here in an
hour for San...

Francisco. You'll be on it.

- Are you coming?
- No, I'll stick here...

till this dies down.

I'll check what leads they've got.
See if anybody...

saw you, and who.

You get out, call me when you're
set. Need any dough?

No.

Buy your ticket after you
get on the train.

And, Sam, in the meantime,
no dames, understand?

I've got a dame on my mind,
and she's dead.

And that's plenty for me.

I'll take those for you.

Well, that's very kind of you.

- What's your Pullman number?
- I haven't one.

They're sold out.

- That's too bad. Have you got a ticket?
- Yes.

Well, good. Let's go.

- Which car, sir?
- This is it.

There must be some mistake.
There's no room.

Don't worry. Which Way's
the club car?

It's the next car, but it's
closed, sir.

Well, right now it's opening
again.

Well, now at least we won't get
thrown off till the next stop.

Don't worry. Nobody's gonna
throw us off.

What an assured man.

Know what you want, be sure you'll
get it, and you can't miss.

I found that out early.

Most people don't know what they
want out of life.

- I'll bet you do.
- Do I?

Yes.

Yes, I do. Exactly. Don't you?

I know what I want when
I see it.

- Smoke?
- No, thank you.

I saw you once before
this evening.

- Remember?
- Yes.

You didn't play long.

No. I don't like gambling
very much.

I don't like being at the mercy
of white squares...

that decide whether you win
or lose. I like to...

have the say-so myself.

You're not a turnip, are you?

- A turnip?
- Yes. We were saying...

Mrs. Kraft, where I roomed, and
Laury, a friend of hers...

that most men are turnips.

You may have noticed Mrs. Palmer.

She spoke to me at the dice table
this evening.

Yes, I believe I did notice her.

Anyhow, you're not.

- Not what?
- A turnip.

- Do you like that?, -Yes.

I like that very much.

- Do you live in San Francisco?
- Yes.

Good.

Why good?

Because that's where I'm gonna be
for some time.

Well, when am I gonna see
you again?

Let me call you when I get
straightened around.

I don't know where I'm gonna be.
Better give me your number.

Well, you'll be staying at a
hotel, won't you?

Look, if you don't wanna see me
again, just say so.

If I didn't want to,
I'd tell you.

That's what I thought.

Why not stay at the Terrace Hotel?

I'm sure you can get a room there,
and it's a nice, quiet place.

Do you like it?

- Yes.
- Then it's the Terrace.

Somebody meeting you when
we get off the ferry?

- No. I'm going to pick up a cab.
- Swell. We'll share one.

I'm afraid not. We go in different
directions.

That's where you're wrong.

We're going in the same direction,
you and I.

- Here's your laundry, Mrs. Perth.
- Okay.

That coffee smells good. Funny
how coffee never...

tastes as good as it smells.

As you grow older, you'll discover
that life is very...

much like coffee:

The aroma is always better
than the actuality.

May that be your thought
for the day.

Yeah, sure.

Telephone.

Hello?

Mr. Arnett?

Who's calling?
No, he's not here.

I don't know when he'll be back.

- A debtor, I take it.
- Yep.

Speaking of debt, you ain't paid
your share of the phone...

for three months, Arnett.

Et m, Brutus'?

I ain't talking about what you 'et.'
That's on the house.

But I want $8.55 for the phone.

That would leave me embarrassingly
short.

- Now, look...
- But...

I have a prospective client.

The one that called here
on Tuesday.

I am meeting her in exactly
three minutes.

And I shall extract a sizable
retainer, have no fear.

What does this one want?

Is her husband stepping out
on her, or what?

Murder.

- Mrs. Kraft?
- Obviously. Who'd you expect?

Quite so. Lt distresses me that
we must meet here...

but they are redecorating my
suite, and I cannot...

tolerate the smell of paint.

- I hope you're a good detective.
- Didn't someone refer you to me?

No. Your name just came first in
the classified phone book.

Well, I've been in this business
some 20 years.

Being still alive, the deduction is
I have not starved at my trade.

- That beer.
- Does it every time.

Well, Mrs. Kraft, how can
I serve you?

You can serve me by finding the
rat who killed poor Laury.

She had the best time of anybody
I ever knew, that Laury Palmer.

Just hearing her tell about her
doings was all the...

fun I had left in life.

So now whoever did her in is gonna
get his. I'll see to that.

You realize, of course, Mrs.
Kraft, that this will be a...

particularly difficult case.

I have had no opportunity to
inspect the scene of...

the crime or evidence.

I have none of the advantages
enjoyed by the police.

- I know all that.
- So under these circumstances...

I cannot promise you anything
but effort.

- That is, if I'm retained.
- You're retained, so hop to it.

First, there is a slight monetary
transaction.

How much?

Five hundred dollars should
retain me nicely.

Five hundred? You think I'm
a millionaire?

Laury Palmer left you her house and
quite a nice bit of money.

How do you know?

I'm a detective. Remember?

- What about the Fifty-Two Club?
- Remember the...

New Year's we spent there?

- I certainly do.
- You had order after order...

of crépe Suzette.

That was my New Year's resolution,
to have my fill of crépe Suzette.

The poor little man, he almost
burned the bottom...

out of the chafing dish.

A gentlemen to see you, Mrs.
Brent. A Mr. Wild.

Oh, ask him to come in, please.

- Hello.
- Hello there.

I didn't expect you.

I was at loose ends, thought
I'd drop by.

How very nice.

This is my sister. Georgia Staples,
Sam Wild.

- How do you do?
- How do you do?

And Fred Grover, my fiancé.

- Hello.
- Hiya.

Mr. Wild and I came down from Reno
on the same train.

- Won't you sit down?
- No, thanks. I see you're...

going out.

- There's no hurry
- Except that I'm so hungry...

- I can hardly stagger around.
- No matter what, Fred has to eat.

You know, I think that indicates a
deterioration of the moral fiber.

Perhaps it's a compensatory thing.
You know, lack of...

emotional satisfaction.

I'll be running along. Nice
to meet you.

Why don't you ask Mr. Wild to
come with us, Helen.

Thanks. I don't wanna barge
in on a party.

- T's just the three of us.

As a matter of fact, I'm the,
quote, 'extra...

woman, ' unquote.

You'd be saving me from that
hideous fate.

Mr. Wild undoubtedly has other
things to do, Georgia.

Why, no. Strangely enough,
I haven't.

Well, then, let's go. Get your
paraphernalia, girls.

Well, Helen, you just missed
a thing in Reno.

- Quite a horrible murder.
- Close to where you were staying.

- Have they any idea who did it?
- No. No, not yet.

- It's a gruesome picture.
- That's what sells papers.

Go on and get your things. You can
lap up the juicy details...

when you get home.

Wonder why women are so
fascinated by murder.

Much more so than men.
You ever noticed?

No, I haven't.

That murder happened the night
before you left.

Didn't you hear anything
about it?

No. I left early the next morning.

Were both their pictures
in the paper?

Yes, she was quite a good-look...

How did you know two people
were murdered?

- You didn't even look at the paper.
- I... Well, I...

As a matter of fact, I discovered
the bodies.

- What?
- I'd rather you not mention it.

Didn't you scream?

- Why didn't you call the police?
- On account of Fred.

You know he loathes anything
bordering...

on sensationalism.

Getting involved with that is
sure to be messy.

Besides, it's a lot of bother.
Coroner's inquest...

and all that stuff.

Well, that seems a rather
self-centered way of...

looking at it, somehow.

I don't think so. If I had
information...

it'd be different.

But I couldn't tell them anything,
could I?

- Well, maybe you're right.
- Of course I'm right.

- Will you take care of this?
- Certainly, Mr. Grover.

Thank you, Pierre.

I ordered something special to
celebrate your return.

- Wonderful.
- Oh, this is my very...

favorite piece.

Come on, Fred, let's dance.

- You don't mind, do you, Helen?
- I certainly do.

- But go ahead.
- Thank you, my sweet.

Why him?

Well, that's a weird question.

I wanna know. I don't get it.

Doesn't it occur to you that I
might be in love with Fred?

- He's no guy you'd be in love with.
- Have it your way.

Like to dance?

No, thanks.

Afraid?

Afraid? Of what?

You might change your mind
about marrying him.

Nothing in the world could change
my mind about marrying Fred.

Why don't you? What are you
waiting for?

Fred's mother died recently.

Naturally, he wants to wait a
few months.

I think I could change your mind
about this marriage...

deal if I decided to.

Well, what's so funny? You wanted
to see me again.

Let's not confuse the issue.

Seeing you again had nothing
whatsoever to...

do with Fred and me.

Oh, I see.

You'll cross the tracks on
Tuesdays and May Day...

with goodies for the slum kid.

But back you scoot, and fast, to
your own high-toned...

neck of the woods.

I wouldn't say that.

No, you wouldn't say it, but
that's the way it is.

Too much of a crowd for me.

Well, Fred, when I'm your age,
I don't suppose I'll...

be able to take it either.

- Helen, may I borrow your mirror?
- Yes, help yourself.

Here's your wedding ring.

Aren't you supposed to throw it
over the fence as soon as...

you get your divorce?

I would if I were you, but I've
got to think of the diamonds.

I can always hock them.

Oh, Helen, that's silly. I've told
you before...

I don't want you to think
about money.

Isn't it marvelous to be a poor
relation and...

have people insist...

upon pressing gold into
your little fist?

- Say, aren't you two sisters?
- Yes.

You mean, why am I the
poor relation?

You see, we're really
foster sisters.

All right, if you must split
hairs about it.

But we are, darling. Georgia's
father was the tycoon.

He founded the town's biggest
newspaper.

Naturally, when he died, he left
everything to Georgia.

You've no idea how this
bother about'...

money, who's got the money?'
bores me.

Will you dance with me, Sam?

Why, certainly.

- Cigarette, darling?
- Oh, yes, thank you.

This guy your sister's marrying,
this Grover...

he's rich, isn't he?

Very. He's the Grover Steel
Company.

- Why?
- Oh, just curious.

That's how it ought to be,
somebody with money...

marrying somebody without.

Sort of evens things up.

You've never been married,
have you?

No.

- Why not?
- Oh, I don't know, I.

You've had plenty of offers.

Well, I What makes you think I've
been besieged with offers?

Well, that's simple. You've got
everything a man would want.

You're young, warm, pretty.

You could really love a man.

- I'm sorry.
- Why are you nervous?

- You've heard all this before.
- I'm not nervous.

Well, as a matter of fact, it's a
little bit disconcerting...

to have someone you scarcely
know be quite so frank.

Why? ls it wrong to come outwith
what's in your head?

No, it's not wrong, it's.

It's just that I'm not used to it,
that's all.

We'll have to change all that.

Because there's a lot more in my
head I wanna tell you.

Hi.

Would you call my face pretty?

- Did he?
- Who?

- Don't be coy.
- He's a very attractive...

guy, isn't he?

And different too.

You know, I've never met anyone
like him before.

- When are you seeing him again?
- Lunch, tomorrow.

- What does he do? Do you know?
- No.

Well, what did you talk about all
the way down on the train?

My divorce, Reno.

Helen, was it awful, those
six weeks?

It wasn't what you'd call an
enriching experience.

Well, at least it was some kind
of an experience.

I never seem to have
any kind.

I think, darling, you're just
about to have one.

Hello.

Yeah, go ahead.

- Hello.
- Hello, Mart. Sam. What's doing?

- It's been quieting down.
- Good.

- Nothing points to you.
- Sure, I knew it'd...

be okay. I wasn't worried.

- Where you staying?
- Terrace Hotel.

- Everything all right?
- Yeah.

I got news for you, Mart.

- I'm getting married.
- Getting married? Quit kidding.

- I'm not kidding. I mean it.
- When are you gonna do it?

- I don't know when. I just decided.
- Who's the gal?

Georgia Staples. She's an orphan.

Her old man left her
San Francisco's...

biggest newspaper.

- Sounds like the big league.
- Sure, it's the big league.

Isn't it about time I was
up there?

You bet.

Yeah. We'll not only be rolling
in dough...

but marrying into this crowd
will fix it so as I can.

So as I can spit in anybody's eye.

Hurry down here. I don't
know how long...

I'll be able to hold her off.

- I'll be there in a couple days.
- Okay, boy. I'll be seeing you.

Hey, taxi.

- Take me to 4106 Calvert Street.
- Yes, sir.

- Hello.
- Hi.

May I ask what's going on here?
Some sort of celebration?

A wedding. Georgia Staples is
getting married.

Is that right? Who is she marrying?

I don't know. Some lucky stiff.

Yep. Well.

How do you do, madam?

I thought you'd have use for an
accomplished...

dishwasher or dish drier.

- No.
- Or a garbage disposer, perhaps.

You see, madam,
I may not show it...

but food and I have been strangers
since the day before yesterday.

Well, come in. Can't turn a hungry
man away from a wedding feast.

- Thank you, ma'am.
- This stuffs no...

good for a hungry man.

- How about a turkey leg?
- Oh, anything will do. Anything.

Thank you so much.

Isn't that Mr. Wild the
cutest thing?

His eyes get me. They run up and
down you like a searchlight.

Yeah.

Those whom God has joined
together, let no...

man put asunder.

For as much as Samuel and Georgia
have consented together...

in holy wedlock...

and have witnessed the same before
God and this company...

and have given and pledged their
troth, each to the other...

and have declared the same by
giving and receiving a ring...

and by joining hands, I pronounce
that they are man and wife.

I hope you both will be very,
very happy.

- Thank you, Father.
- Thank you.

Congratulations, Sam.

Georgia, I hope you'll be
very happy.

Thank you, darling.

- Mrs. Wild.
- Congratulations.

Hello, sister.

- Congratulations, Sam.
- What a lucky guy.

- Thanks.
- Congratulations, Sam.

- Congratulations.
- Thanks, Mart.

Tired?

Yes.

Helen.

You didn't seem to like it
very much.

What?

Their getting married.

No. Naturally.

- Did it show?
- To me.

Sam's not in Georgia's class.
You know that.

- It was concern for Georgia?
- Well, certainly.

Then why did you let the wedding
go through?

How could anyone stop a woman
from marrying Sam?

Is he actually so attractive
to women?

- Is he, Helen?
- Oh, really, Fred.

You pick the most hideous times
to badger me. I'm tired.

I've had to handle this whole
thing, and I'm...

upset about Georgia.

I'm sorry, my sweet.

I didn't realize I was
badgering you.

- Well, I've come to say goodbye.
- Nice of you.

So sad, goodbyes,
don't you think?

- Saying goodbye to you is., -Smooth.
Simply smooth.

You don't believe I mean that,
do you?

With bells on.

Do you mind?

No, go ahead.
I don't drink much.

- I don't need it.
- That's where we're different.

Everybody's different from
everybody else...

in some ways.

You fancy yourself an intelligent
man, don't you?

- I don't like that remark.
- So if you don't like...

it, I mustn't say it.

I think you've had too much
to drink.

Do you know what I think?
I think you've got a...

secret of some kind,
haven't you?

Well, haven't you?

Why does your face go tight all
of a sudden sometimes?

What about this friend of yours,
this pug you...

brought to the house?

Anything else you'd like to know?

Yes.

Why do you stay away from me?

You haven't said two words to me
since you first came here.

- Vanity of vanities, all is vanity.
- Stop that phony

intellectual patter you
climbing faker!

- Sorry, that was rotten to say.
- No, you're right.

I'm nobody much.

But I'll make myself a lot
more than I am.

I can do it, too.

- You don't think I can, do you?
- I haven't given it a thought.

You know, Sam...

the way you kissed Georgia
after the ceremony...

was very convincing.

You were the perfect picture of
the ardent young husband...

faithful unto death.

Why shouldn't I be?

Don't you realize my wife's
very attractive?

I know you realize you're
very attractive.

Now, that was a fine thing to say.

You can't even remember all the
women who've...

been mad about you.

- Can you remember all your men?
- Leave me out of this.

Okay.

Just one more thing.

Georgia's my sister, and I love
her very much.

After all she's done for you, you'd
be crazy if you didn't.

You don't know anything, do you?

You're talking about her money,
and I hate her for her money.

Every time she pays a bill...

every time I see something I don't
own, I'm only borrowing...

I hate her for her money.

That's nice of me, isn't it? After
all she's given me...

without even thinking.

I know how you feel.

There's more to it than that.

Her money has made her something
that I'll never be.

She's completely innocent.

She has a perfect faith that if she
asks someone a question...

they'll give her the right answer.

Anyhow, I love Georgia, and if
you do anything...

to hurt her, I'm your enemy.

And I make a very bad enemy, too.

Goodbye...

sister.

- Mrs. Brent.
- Yes, Grace, what is it?

There's a man in the kitchen
asking lots of...

questions about Mr. Wild.

I thought you'd better see him.

Thank you.

About how long has Mr. Wild been
courting Miss Staples?

I don't know, a few weeks.

My, how quickly love flowers in
the hearts of the young.

They're getting ready to leave.

Honest, that Mr. Wild, he just
makes me...

water at the kneecaps.

Obviously, Mr. Wild is a gentleman
the ladies take to.

- Yeah.
- I won't waste your time or mine...

by letting you lie about who you
are. Would you...

give me your wallet, please?

Perhaps this might all be less
painful if we...

discuss it in private.

Would you mind waiting in the
pantry? It will...

only take a minute.

He said he was hungry.

A detective.

Or operative, as we euphemistically
call it.

I'm not interested in your
professional drolleries...

Mr. Arnett.

I want to know why you're asking
questions about Mr. Wild...

and who your client is.

Naturally, I cannot reveal the name
of my client.

Your ethics touch me deeply.

Noblesse oblige.

I see that I shall have to
call the police.

That would be extremely unwise.

It might involve Mr. Wild even
more seriously...

in an already very serious matter.

Good day.

I hope Mr. and Mrs. Wild will have
a most enjoyable honeymoon.

Grace.

Show this man out at once,
please.

Oh, and, Grace...

you didn't tell him anything about
Mr. Wild, just by accident?

For instance, you didn't tell him
about his visitors?

But Mr. Wild hasn't had
any visitors...

except the gentleman who arrived
for the wedding today.

Helen. We've been looking for you.

Maggie Macy just told me you're
moving in with her.

What in heaven made you
dream that up?

You should have your house
to yourself.

Darling, that's silly.

You'll be leaving anyway, as
soon as you get...

married. That won't be long.

- Maybe she doesn't like me.
- Why, Sam, I adore you.

Of course I'll stay.

- Have a wonderful trip.
- Thank you, darling.

- Georgia, dear.
- Yes.

It was a silly idea, moving out.

Goodbye, brother.

Goodbye.

Come on, darling.

- Better hurry.
- You'll miss your train.

Come on, everyone, they're
leaving.

That man's gone.

I hope his coming didn't upset
you, Mrs. Brent.

Upset me? Why, no.

His coming here made me
feel wonderful.

With the keys to the city right
in my hand.

Goodbye. Drop us a line,
will you?

Why did you call me?

I was shopping and thought it
would be nice...

to have a cocktail.

When Sam introduced us, you
made it clear...

that my being in your house was
strictly Sam's idea...

and strictly a bad one.

I know. I was rude.

I was wondering if you'd forgive
me and forget about it.

It's all right. Forget it.

I thought we'd have a line from
Georgia and...

Sam by now, but no.

I don't know about Georgia, but
Sam's no letter writer.

- You've known him a long time?
- Yeah.

Yeah, Sam and I lived together
five years now.

Why didn't you come to San
Francisco when Sam did?

I had some business to take
care of and...

Wait a minute. Seems to me we're
doing a lot...

of question-and-answer stuff.

Oh, I'm sorry. I didn't mean to
pry. Really not.

Drink up and let's have
another shot.

Good.

I must warn you, though, liquor
makes me nosy.

I've been known to ask all
sorts of personal...

questions after cocktails.

It's all right. I've been known
to tell people to...

mind their own business.

Cold sober, too.

Grace.

- Hello, Fred.
- Hello.

- I didn't expect you tonight.
- What is all this?

- All what?
- About Mart Waterman moving in.

Grace said that you phoned
and asked her to...

get a room ready for him.

Yes, I've invited Mart to
stay here.

- What made you do that?
- He's Sam's closest friend.

It's silly for him to stay at a
hotel when we have...

empty rooms.

I don't know why it didn't
occur to me days ago.

I don't like the idea at all.

Having this man in the house
with you...

But, Fred, Grace is here.

- That's not the point.
- Oh, don't be stuffy.

At the risk of seeming mid
- Victorian, I want...

you to ask him not to come.

- But how can I do that now?
- Invent some excuse.

It's not difficult.

But it is, darling. I just can't do
things like that.

You man you won't.

Fred, really, I don't see why
you should.

Will you stop? I'm sick of healing
how stupid I am.

- That sounds like Georgia and Sam.
- So soon?

But they weren't coming back
for another week.

- Work is fine, but what you want...
- All right, skip it.

- Sam, it's such a silly...
I said, skip it, and I meant skip it.

Hello, Sam. Hello, darling.

- Have a good trip?
- Yes, wonderful.

Yes, until I spoiled it with my
crazy notion.

Sam wants to run the paper.

Darling, it you'd had any business
experience at all...

But you've been a fighter
and managed...

a cattle ranch or two.

How could you know anything
about running a newspaper?

I told Sam if he'd only take a job
in the office...

to start with Till he learned
the business...

Look, Sam, you wouldn't suddenly...

Georgia and I can settle this without
anybody else butting in.

Sam, Fred's part of the family.

He has a right to butt in,
as you calf it.

So he doesn't like it.

Only because it doesn't
make sense, Sam.

Does it to you, Helen?

No, it doesn't.

- I'm sorry I made a scene.
- Now.

It's just that I...

I don't know. I can't stand
fighting with Sam.

No, I suppose it won't.
Good night.

- Night.
- Night.

- Well, I'll calf you tomorrow.
- Fred.

- You're angry with me.
- No.

- Sure not?
- Yes.

You do see that I can't cancel that
invitation, don't you, darling?

Yes.

Well, aren't you gonna kiss
me good night?

Good night, Helen.

Helen.

Why were you against me tonight?

You don't know what I have in me.
You don't know what I can do.

I can run that paper, and better
that most...

if I had a chance.

- I believe you could.
- Then why were you against me?

Because Fred was.

And you love Fred desperately.

I love Fred.

You love Fred.

Why this sudden passion
to run the paper?

I'd be on top.

I could make people or break them.

I could do that. Do you understand?

Yes. I think I do.

Sure you do.

Because your roots are down
where mine are.

I knew that the first time
I saw you.

Soul mates?

Stop laughing.

Well, for a man who's just returned
from his honeymoon...

with an attractive wife you're
very ardent.

What's wrong with you? You know
howl feel about Georgia.

- Do I?
- Unless you're a fool.

She means no more to me
than Fred to you.

Very interesting.

I must get this milk to Georgia.

He means nothing to you. Say it.

- He does, though.
- What? What, Helen?

Fred is peace and security.

- It's hid money, then.
- Yes, partly.

All my life I've lived on other
people's money.

Now I want some of my own.

But there's another kind of security
that Fred can give me.

Without him, I'm afraid of
the things I'll do.

Afraid of what I might become.

Fred is goodness and safety.

And what am I?

You?

You're strength, excitement
and depravity...

There's kind of corruptness
inside of you.

That would drive most women off.

- Yes.
- But not you. You have guts.

Georgia told me how you found
those two in Reno.

You had guts then.

- You didn't yell or faint.
- No.

And it wasn't only finding them
dead, it was the way they were dead.

The kid jammed in the doorway the
Palmer dame under the sink.

- Blood on her hair.
- Blood all over.

- You didn't yell.
- No, I didn't.

Helen.

There you are.

- What are you doing here?
- I'm moving in.

- Whose idea was that?
- Helen suggested it.

Good night.

You sure picked a fine
time to bust in.

I need a drink.

Hello, I want to speak to Albert
Arnett in Reno, please.

- Do you know the number'?
- Yes.

- What is the number, please?
- 22-766.

- Who's calling, please?
- I'm Mrs. Brent.

- Thank you. I'll call it.
- Thank you.

You got a good looking wife with
all the dough not...

locked up in the mint.

- Play it close to you' vest.
- Meaning what?

Leave Helen alone.

- Why?
- I just told you.

Not that I blame you, of course.
Helen's a creamy dish, But she's...

I ever catch you looking at Helen
I'll tear your throat out.

- Sam.
- Never mind the, oh Sam.

Just remember what I told you.

No, I don't want to talk to anyone
else in Reno.

Just find out were Mr. Arnett can
be reached in...

San Francisco, please.

- What's wrong?
- Helen.

She just phoned a guy in Reno.

- Reno?
- I don't get her.

I don't get her at all.

Maybe I was a fool.
I would have sworn.

- What?
- Maybe not.

Maybe she is against me.

I don't know. She puts herself in
my arms and tries to trap me.

She felt, dogged and stared right
through me.

She, Sam, take it easy.

We'll work it out somehow.
Just take it easy.

Where every prospect pleases,
and only man is vile.

That quotation occurs to me quite
often in my profession.

Mr. Arnett, I've been very curious
to know what progress...

you've made since
I last saw you.

- I've done rather well.
- How well?

My investigation concerning Mr.
Wild is almost complete.

And when you fill in what's
missing...

I shall turn everything over to my
client, who, I believe...

Will inform the police.

Naturally, I'm deeply interested.

- After all, it does concern my brother-
in-law. So it does.

And it would be very trying, for
all of us...

- If he were linked up with anything.
- Like murder?

Unfortunately, Mr. Wild is
already linked up with it.

In fact, I would go so far as to
say that not only is...

He linked up with it but he's the
chief performer in this case.

I presume that so far your client
knows nothing.

Your presumption is correct.

- Mr. Arnett, I...
- It's quite all right, Mrs. Brent.

I am a man of integrity, but I'm
always willing to listen...

to an interesting offer.

- I'm prepared to pay handsomely.
- Good.

Obstructing the wheels of justice
is a costly affair.

- Five thousand dollars should do it.
- Fifteen thousand dollars should do it.

I think you're basing your demands
on false premises, Mr. Arnett.

- I am not a rich woman.
- I know that.

But your sister is very rich.

So is Mr. Grover whom you
are planning to marry.

Seven thousand.

Fifteen.

I doubt very much if I can
manage to get it.

In that case, I shall have to forge
ahead with my inquiry.

And may I remind you that Nevada
courts have...

rather puritanical views.

Why, some of our more impassioned
juries even insist...

That a man who commits murder
pay with his life.

You know, Mrs. Brent,
I'm a simple man.

And I'm somewhat confused about
your motive in protecting Mr. Wild.

He's my sister's husband.
It should be quite obvious.

He was your sister's husband when
I came to your house the first day...

And you had no intention of
protecting him them.

In fact, you went out of your way to
supply me with information...

Which might assist me.

Of course, Mr. Wild is a most
attractive man...

and I suppose even a sister-in law...

on sufficient acquaintance...

might succumb to his charms.

- Good night.

Good night.

Has it occurred to you?

Neither of us looks like a
scoundrel, do we?

- Where have you been?
- That's my affair.

Where have you bee?

Seeing a man called Albert Arnett.

He's a detective.

Seeing him about what?

He has a client who thinks you
committed a murder.

I told him that was fantastic.

I know you hadn't committed
any murder.

- How'd you find out about him?
- He was at your wedding.

It occurred to me it might be
awkward if he went around...

asking questions even though the
whole thing is ridiculous.

So I decided to stop it.

- That isn't why you went.
- It is.

- You're lying.
- Take it easy. I don't think she is.

- Whose side are you on, anyway?
- Oh, Sam.

You certainly make it tough for
people who are on your side.

What did she say that detective's
name was?

Arnett.

Mrs. Kraft, please.

- 618.
- Thank you.

- Deal.
Gotta add up.

- Why?
- Find out who won.

- I won.
Who says?

- Don't argue!
- You won.

- How's the search coming along?
- That's what I'm gonna find out.

- Shut that, will you? Cold's
eating into me.

Pleasure, pleasure.

Well, did you ever get around to
playing cards with Virginia?

- Virginia?
- I thought so.

You're no Casanova with women.

Those were all lies you fed me.

You're poor substitute for Laury.

- Are you calling me a liar?
- Yes. You're liar, all right.

And you are a cheat.

What makes you say that?

- Can I help you?
- Yes.

Well, the 10 of diamonds
we were looking for.

Why, sure enough. Yes.

See who it is.

Yeah. Oh, it's you. That's all.

Take you on tomorrow and
I'll beat you again.

Yeah, in a pig's eye.

Quite a delightful surprise, your
coming to San Francisco.

But a needless trip, if I may
say so.

May I help you?

I've got nothing to keep
me in Reno.

And I wanted to be on the spot
when you caught the skunk.

Now, Mrs. Kraft, I didn't say
he was here.

- What made you come here, then?
- A certain young man came here.

This young man I remembered
seeing outside...

Mrs. Palmer's house at
police headquarters,"

at the funeral parlor...

Poor Laury, I hope she's in
heaven now.

Although I don't know as Laury
would have much fun up there.

Go on, this man you saw at the
funeral parlor, is he the one?

No. But he gave me a lead.

What good's a lead? It's high time
you found something.

Mrs. Kraft...

In a few days...

either my suspicions
will be verified...

And we will have our quarry...

Or I will have failed you.

Which will be exceedingly painful
to a man of my integrity.

It won't hurt half as much as me
or lose my $500.

Speaking of money, I have a little
expense account...

Which I thought I'd leave with you
for traveling and incidentals.

Boy, you really blow yourself with
those incidentals, don't you?

All right, Mrs. Kraft.

Thank you.

- Yes?
- How do you do, Mrs. Kraft?

Who are you? Take your foot
out of my door.

What I wanna talk to you about
concerns Laury Palmer.

Thank you.

Well.

Now, you don't expect me to tell you
just like that. It's not feasible.

How much is it gonna cost me?

Well I'm not gonna do much, sol
won't need much.

- A C-not should make me very happy.
- Now, I suppose.

No. I'll prove to you I'm
strictly on the level.

Tonight will be all right, after I
show you what you're looking for.

Fair enough.

How come you got a hold
of this information?

Through underworld connections,
like it says in the newspaper.

- I'm a bad boy.
- You are?

- Have some beer.
- No, thanks. Beer makes me sleepy.

- I don't like it.
- Me, I love it.

I love it the best in the world.

I loved Laury too.

Yeah, I'm at the barren tail end of
my life and Laury was all I had.

Laury and the bottle.

Well, there's nothing I can
do for the bottle...

But I'm sure not gonna let
Laury down.

That's right. You and Laury
stick together.

Mrs. Kraft, here a map of San
Francisco and vicinity.

You see this corner I've
marked here?

I better write it down for your.

You pick up a cab tonight
and drive out there...

Alone.

- I'll be waiting for you.
- What time?

Eleven o' clock.

Remember, glamor girl, I'll do
this just one condition.

- What's that?
- That you don't make...

any passes at me when you get
me out there.

I'm a very shy kid.

Yes?

Are you turning in right away?

No. I was just going to read.
Did you want to see me about?

Yes.

I wanted to talk to you about Sam.

He's great guy, Sam, but
he's kind of impulsive.

He's the sort of guy that punches
first and asks later.

Now, you...

I think you're different. I think you
figure things close.

So that's why I took a chance on
having my head...

Beat open and came in here tonight.

The way I see, it's not feasible
for you both to keep on...

Well, what I mean is...

Sam's married to a lovely little
wife and you're...

engaged to Mr. Grover.

- Right, I am.
- Don't get mad.

I am getting mad. I resent people
marching into...

Something that doesn't
concern them.

You think it doesn't it concerns.

Me if it concerns Sam.

Suppose you discuss it with
Sam, them.

I tried to tell about him. He won't
listen to what I've to say.

And I'm not interested.

Well, I got it off my chest,
anyhow.

- Good night.
- Good night.

- Who is it?
- It's me, Sam. Can't I come in?

Yeah.

Well, I found the client.

She's at the Felton Hotel.
Her name's Kraft.

She was Palmer's pal.

I got everything fixed. I'm gonna
meet her in a little while.

What a glamor girl.

- Sam.
- What?

Are you sure this is the way
you want it handled?

- Why?
- I just asked.

I don't mind, if it's the most
feasible way.

I'm sure this is how I want
it handled.

Okay.

Have you figured out what we're
gonna do with the detective?

- No.
- We'll, don't let it worry you.

We've come trough everything so
far, haven't we?

- Yeah.
- So long.

So long, Mart.

- How much?
- Two seventy, please.

- Keep the change.
- Thank you.

Are you sure this is the corner?

There are no buses or streetcars
around here if you get stuck.

- This is it, all right.
- Okay, lady.

- Hi, glamor girl.
- Hello.

We'll, now that we're both here,
we can be on our way.

- On our way?
- We've got a little bit of a walk.

Out there.

- I don't mind, do you?
- I sure do mind.

I ain't built for gallivanting
around in the sand.

I'll help you to get rough. You can
depend on me, glamor girl.

This is pulling my legs out
of their sockets.

- How much further do we go?
- No further.

Well, I don't see a thing here.
What have you got to show me?

The moral is, don't
hire detectives.

Take it easy. glamor girl.

You shouldn't feel so bad.
You've lived a long life.

You're no spring chicken,
you know.

Glamor girl.

- Who is it?
- Lt's me, Mart.

- Your old pal Sam.
- What's the matter with you?

Sam, what's this all about?

Take that knife away. What did I?
I was out here tonight for you.

In Helen's room for me too,
I suppose.

I was. I was trying to save
you trouble.

- In her room?
- It wasn't like it looked.

- It wasn't, I swear, Sam.
- Wasn't it?

Sam, take that knife away so I
can talk to you.

I knew you'd listen to me, Sam.

Here's how it was, Sam...

You're crazy, Sam.

Mrs. Brent. Mrs. Brent.

The police are downstairs,
Mrs. Brent.

They say Mr. Waterman was
murdered last night.

I'll be right down.

- Grace.
- Yes, ma'am?

- Have you told Mr. and Mrs. Wild yet?
- Yes, Mrs. Brent.

How long had Mr. Waterman been
living in your house, Mrs. Wild?

- About a week.
- Did anyone telephone...

him or see him during that time?

No, sir. No one that I know of.

Mr. Wild, what exactly was your
relationship to Mr. Waterman?

He was a friend of mine. A good
friend. Down on his luck.

Have you any idea why he was on
the dunes last night?

- No, I haven't.
- When did you see him last?

He came in to my room for a few
minutes about 9:30.

We talked casually, then he thought
he'd go out a while and left.

- He didn't mention where he was

I see. Well, what time was that
did you say?

About 9:30, I'm fairly sure of that
because I felt restless...

after he left, and I...

I asked Mrs. Brent to play cards
with me for a while.

My wife had had a headache and had
gone to be right after dinner.

And how long did you and Mr. Wild
play card's, Mrs. Brent?

Oh, I should say till
about midnight.

Well, I think that's all for now.

We may have to drop in on you
again, trough.

Of course. Any time you wish.

Thanks.

- Goodbye.
- Goodbye.

Well, I'm going to get into some
clothes. How about you, Helen?

No, I think I'll have
some coffee first.

Darling, I know how dreadful
this is for you.

You fool. You stupid, crazy fool.

Do you think the world is yours?

You can crash around
tear it to pieces?

Why don't you use that
thick head...

before you wreck everyone's life.

Why didn't you think what
you've done?

I knew what I was doing.

I'll do it when anybody makes
a money of me.

What do you mean?

I saw Mart coming out
of your room.

You mean you murdered
him for that?

And you said you've got to know
what you want...

and go after it tooth and nail.

You, who let every mad
whim that...

enters your brain whip
you around.

I bet you would even kill me if l
made a move that...

didn't meet with your approval.

I might.

Why was Mart out there
on the sand dunes?

- What's the difference? He's dead?
- You forget, I'm in this too.

Don't think I didn't loathe
perjuring myself to the police.

- Why was he out there?
- To meet old...

lady Kraft, Palmer's pal. He was
gonna get rid of her.

- That was your idea?
- Why not?

She put a detective on me.

And if you'd killed her, what
about the detective?

- I'd have figured something out.
- You and your great brain.

You'd have figured something that
would have messed up, I'm sure.

- Where can I find Mrs. Kraft?
- Why?

Why do you suppose? To patch
up your bungling.

I'm so grateful to have such
a clever friend.

I can do better than you.

And I won't need any knives or
blunt...

instruments, either.

- Yes?
- I'm Helen Brent.

When I called from downstairs, you
said you remembered me.

Oh, yes.

- You look ill. -I didn't sleep so good
last night.

- They're pals of yours.
- Who?

Those two butchers that tried
to murder me.

It says that one of them is
married to your sister.

Now, Mrs. Kraft, Mr. Wild didn't
try to murder you.

Maybe not.
But the other one did.

He thought he had me, too,
but he was wrong.

He said I'd lived long enough,
but the joke's on him.

He's the one that's dead. Me, I'm
alive and hollering.

Hand me that beer, will you?

It's was Mr. Wild who saved your
life, now wasn't it?

But he killed Laury.

- Whats makes you think that?
- He's the one, all right. I know.

As soon as I get my clothes on,
I'm going to the police.

If you go to police, you'll see
Laury sooner than you think.

- Are you trying to scare me?
- I'm just warning you.

Perhaps you don't realize. It's
painful being killed.

A piece of metal sliding
into your body...

finding its way into your heart.

Our a bullet tearing your skin,
crashing, crashing into a bone.

It takes a while to die, too.
Sometimes a long while.

- But I won't die!
- I tell you, you will.

I'm so tired. Can't you
leave me alone?

Does it matter very much if
this man isn't caught?

You're the coldest iceberg I ever
saw, and the rottenest inside.

I've seen plenty, too.

I wouldn't trade places with you if
they sliced me into little pieces.

Do you want to live or die?

Laury, Laury, I've failed you.

You understand that if Sam Wild is
turned over to the police...

for any reason...

your life is over.

Yes.

- Goodbye.
- Wait.

I'd be a bad hostess if I
didn't see you out.

Bad mess to me?

No need for me to say it.

You carry your own
curse inside of you.

- Sam, Sam, where are you going?
- Out.

I've been waiting all day for a
chance to talk to you.

I saw Mrs. Kraft. It was
pretty awful.

You needn't worry about
her anymore.

Fred will be here a soon.

I'll get money from him to
keep Arnett quiet.

What are you knocking yourself
out for?

Lying the police, shutting up
Kraft,

hitting Grover for dough?

Those aren't things Helen Brent
stoops to.

Well, none of them is
very pleasant.

Then what are you doing
them for?

Oh, Sam Well, why are you? I'd
like to know.

For Georgia's sake.

All right, then. For my sake. Four
ours. Now are you satisfied?

I didn't like doing them.
I hated doing them.

And I hate you for forcing me
to do them.

I'm not forcing you to
do a thing.

I know.

Sam.

Come back by midnight.
I'll be waiting for you.

You want me to come back knowing
what you know, don't you?

All right.

See you at midnight.

Sam, you're carrying a gun.

Sure. Can't tell when I
might need one.

Can't tell when I might suddenly
turn into a suspect.

Just a moment, please.

There's a Mr. Arnett on the
telephone, and Mr.Grover's here.

Oh, tell Mr. Arnett I'm not in.

To call, back later.

They were such good friends. Sam's
really taking it very well, though.

- Hello, darling. Georgie.
- Hello.

Well, I've got some things to take
care of. See you later.

- Pretty awful, that Mart business.
- Yes, wasn't it?

I asked you not to have him
in this house.

I know you did, and you
were right.

- I'm so sorry I didn't listen to you.
- That's water under the bridge now.

- Helen, I have something that...
- Darling, I want to...

- Go ahead.
- No, mine can wait.

What were you going to say?

I've been thinking about things.

I feel that our getting married
would be a mistake.

You mean you're no longer
in love with me?

I wish I weren't.

Fred, what's this all about?

The point is, Helen, you
don't love me.

I suspect I've know a long time,
but I've shied away from it.

What I say doesn't matter?

What you say and what you fell
are completely different.

Since I've known you, you've...

become lovelier, more
mentally assured...

but it also seems to me that when
I first knew you...

you had a heart. I don't think you
have anymore.

I'm just an iceberg of a woman,
is that it?

You'll be pleased to know you're
not the first to say that.

I didn't know that anyone
else could...

see under that shining
surface of yours.

Why can't you, Helen, before
it's too late?

Too late?

What an ominous choice of words.

Too late for that what, pray?

You told me once that you'd always
land on your feet...

no matter what happened.

- You won't always, Helen. -How
dare you say these things to me?

Who are you to be so smug
and holier-than thou?

- I didn't mean it to sound that way.
- Are you so perfect you...

can sneer at me?

I'm sorry we had to end this way.

Fred!

Fred!

Fred, don't go. Don't.

If you leave me, I haven't
a chance.

Stay and help me.

The person who said I was cold
also said...

I was rotten inside.

Well, part of me is,
but I'm not...

I'm not clear trough.
Not yet, Fred.

I'll fight it.

I'll fight it off, and I'll be all
right if you'll help me.

- I'm afraid I can't help you.
- Fred, please.

- If I felt I could, but...
- I need you. I need you terribly.

You saw enough good in me
to fall in love with me.

- It's still there.
- I doubt it, Helen.

You've changed so.

Particularly since Sam came
into this house.

Why would Sam have any
effect on me?

I don't know. Why would he?

I see now. Sam's the reason...

you fell as you do.

You never see a thing except what
you want to see, do you?

San-I!

Sam!

Mrs. Brent, Mr. Arnett on the
phone again.

Do you want to talk to him now?

Yes. I do.

- Hello.
- Hello, Mrs. Brent.

Trough some strange circumstance,
my client has decided...

to abandon her search.

Now, I have a glimmering as
to you what may...

have caused this abrupt change
of heart.

Nothing is going to save your Mr.
Wild except the sum I quoted you.

Fifteen thousand dollars,
and at once.

You're not going to get it from me,
Arnett.

The gentleman in question has cost
me much to much already.

I hope you realize that
I am bluffing.

The police will be there one hour
after this conversation.

It can't be too soon to get
him out my life.

He'll be back in the house about
midnight.

And I might warn you,
he's armed.

Do you remember the verse from the
Bible, Mrs. Brent?

I find more bitter than death...

the woman whose heart is
snares and nets.

And he who falls beneath
her spell...

has need of God's mercy.

Where's Fred?

He's gone.

For good.

For good?

Oh, Helen, I'm so sorry.

- Would you like to tell me about it?
- No.

Perhaps going away for a bit
would be good.

We could take a trip Florida,
just you and Sam and I...

- and we could have...
- Georgia...

I have to talk to you
about Sam.

He's doesn't really mean too much
to you, does he?

Why, Helen, what in the world?

Georgia...

Sam's going to be arrested.

- What?
- He killed Mart.

He killed those people I
found in Reno.

Oh, I really, Helen. Sam killed Mart?
Sam killed some people in Reno?

- I tell you, it's so.
- If this is some kind of a joke...

Look, we haven't much time. The
police will be here at midnight.

I want you to be prepared.

I don't believe it.

There's proof, Georgia.

There are fingerprints in Reno.

We'll get the best lawyer
in town for him.

No matter how it comes out,
you and I will go away.

You'll be all right. Where
are you going?

To put his things together.

- He's got get out of here.
- No.

It would be worse if he tried to
get away.

The police may have men
around the house.

But we've got to do something.
When Sam gets here...

You go to your room. You're upset
He'll know something's wrong.

You think I'll let my own husband
walk into a trap?

Georgia, Sam's a murderer.
A maniac.

How can you stand the thought of
even looking at him again?

I don't know how, but I...

Oh, Helen, I still can't believe
he did this.

Of course you can't I realize it's
been a terrific jolt and you've never

had to take any jolts. Your money
has always protected you.

What's my money got
to do with this?

Nothing, of course.

You called the police.

- I had to...
- How long have you known?

A few days, I guess.

And you just made up your mind
tonight to call the police.

- What are you?
- Fred was trough...

with you, wasn't he? You were
willing to let my money go...

when you had Fred's.

- But he walked out.
- Ridiculous.

You realized you weren't going to
get his money or mine.

You're right. You're not.

Georgia, listen.

Whatever else I've done,
I've loved you.

You love my money. That's all you
hung around for.

- Be quiet.
- Well, I'll tell you this much.

You won't get a nickel as
long as I live.

When I die, you still won't.

- I'll see to that in the morning.
- Stop.

You're washed up as far as
I'm concerned.

- Little fool. You're crazy.
- If I am...

at least I'm crazy with
love for a man.

You're crazy about money
and yourself.

Mad about a man who doesn't give
a damn for you.

You think you at me like that by telling
me Sam doesn't love me?

I'll show you how much
he loves you.

Stay there and listen.

Sam.

- Things are piling up on us.

- What happened?
- I'm afraid for you.

- Let's go away together, you and I.
- Yes.

- Tonight. Right now.
- Yeah.

Get out of here.

Both of you, get out.

She'd never let us be happy
while she's alive.

- Get out, I said.
- Do you hear me?

She doesn't want us to
go away.

We can never be together
till she's dead.

Yes, I think you're right.

I loved you so, Sam, that I would
have saved you no matter what.

Maybe Helen was right in calling
the police.

I don't know anything anymore.

Open up. This is the police.

You called the police.

- You.
- Why would I call the police, Sam?

- I don't know why, but you did.
- You don't believe Georgia about that?

- Yes, I think I do.
- Open up, open up in there.

- We'll have to let them in.
- Don't go near that door.

No, Sam.

Come on out of there! It's me,
Sam, remember?

Tonight our night.

We have time for a few kisses
before the police get me.

- You'd love that, wouldn't you? - You're
crazy about me, don't you remember?

Sam, you're out of your head.

I should have know that long ago.

- Please be reasonable.
- Come on out, my darling.

Mrs. Brent.

- In there.
- Sure.

- Send for an ambulance.
- Okay.

Won't do this guy any
good, though.

You should never have stayed in the
house. It was taking too big a chance.

Yes.

- I did take too big a chance.
- We'll, I wouldn't worry.

- Everything will be all right.
- No.

No, it won't.

Fred was right.

MURDERED SOCIALITE

MRS HELEN BRENT MURDERED BY
HER BROTHER-IN-LAW

This time, I didn't land
on my feet..

The way of the transgressor
is hard.

More's the pity. More's the pity.