All language subtitles for Julie.1956.WEB-DL.1080p.DDP2.0.h.264.eng

♪ Julie ♪

♪ It's the voice of my one love ♪

♪ And it promises ecstasy ♪

♪ Day and night, it is calling me ♪

♪ But I'm afraid to go ♪

♪ Ahh, ahh, ahh ♪

♪ Julie ♪

♪ Though I run to escape it ♪

♪ Still it calls irresistibly ♪

♪ And although it's my destiny ♪

♪ Sorrow is there, I know ♪

♪ Ahh, ahh, ahh ♪

♪ Warm are his arms ♪

♪ Tender, his kiss ♪

♪ But in his eyes ♪

♪ Hidden, the danger lies ♪

♪ Julie ♪

♪ Must I go where he leads me ♪

♪ Though it be through eternity? ♪

♪ Oh, I know I will never be free ♪

♪ Free from the voice that calls ♪

♪ Julie ♪♪

How can you humiliate me like this?

What you said to him in
front of all those people,

it's unforgivable.

Is it because he's a cousin of Bob's?
Is that it?

No. It's because
he's a man--any man!

And you were annoyed

because I talked to him
for 10 minutes.

Is that it?

If this is what married
life is going to be,

then we have nothing,

absolutely nothing!

I can't bear it any more,
Lyle, and I won't!

Take your foot off--

You're hurting me!

Please!

Please.

[Tires screeching]

You're hurting me!

Get your foot--

You'll kill us!

Lyle!

Please.

Please!

What are you doing?

Lyle!

Please!

Lyle!

Lyle!

[Honking horn]

Lyle!

Aah!

Julie!

Julie!

Julie.

[Crying]

Oh, Julie...

I'm so sorry...

So desperately sorry.

Help me fight this thing.

I was jealous, jealous...

Blindly jealous.

Julie...

Julie, you've got to believe me.

I only meant to frighten you.

That's all I wanted at first.

I started grinding that
pedal harder and harder,

and I couldn't stop.

I couldn't stop.

It was the thought of losing you.

Julie...

I love you

so very much.

Julie, voice-over:
He'd nearly killed us both.

Yet he seemed so sorry,
so desperately sorry,

that my heart went out to him.

I didn't know what to think.
I just didn't know.

Julie:
Darling...

Cliff told me something this morning

that was very upsetting.

He told me that Bob
did not take his life

for the reason we supposed at all.

And he said it couldn't
have been a financial thing

because he even tried
to help him.

Naturally, he assumed
that there was some...

Inner thing that
he didn't know about.

This must have come
as quite a shock to you.

Yes, it did.

Of course it did...

Because, Lyle,

if financial worries
weren't the cause,

what was?

I don't know...

But I never believed that money
problem idea. You know that.

Well, it just makes no sense...

No sense at all.

Look, Julie, it's as
inscrutable to me as to you...

And everyone else

why a man like Bob
would commit suicide.

But the fact remains, Bob Diddo it.
He's gone.

And you are now Mrs. Benton.

You're cold.

Shall I get you something warm?

No. I'm all right, thank you.

Julie, there is no sense
in rehashing this thing.

I'd appreciate dropping the
subject of Bob once and for all.

Let it lie. Bury him.

You're--you're jealous of him.

Yes.

I was jealous of him
from the start...

From the moment I first saw you.

Julie, voice-over:
So... Even while I was
still married to Bob,

even before he died,
Lyle was jealous of him.

Oh, it gave me
a feeling of apprehension

I couldn't shake.

I had to talk to cliff.
I had to have more answers.

Cliff.

Oh, hiya, Julie.

I had to see you for a minute.

I've got all weekend.

How about over there?

Excuse me.

I should be at the lodge right now.

I have a golf date with Peggy Davis.

I just wanted to ask you something
about our conversation.

Sure, Julie.
What's up?

Cliff, are you sure
Bob had no reservations

about accepting that loan?

It's just as I said yesterday,

it was a good deal for Bob, too.
He knew that.

Then why did he do it,
cliff? Why?

[Door opens]

You expecting him?

Who?

Lyle.

Oh, as a matter of fact,
he could drop by anytime, I guess.

Tell me something, Julie,
does he blow his stack often?

No, he doesn't.
Of course not.

He's a very sweet and
wonderful guy ordinarily.

Ordinarily?

Except for that jealousy of his.

You're due at the lodge.
I'll walk with you.

All right.

Julie, yesterday...

Yesterday after you left here,

anything happen
between you and Lyle?

Why do you ask?

I saw that look on Lyle's face

when he went barging after you.
I didn't like it.

Got a cigarette?

Yeah.

[Crowd talking]

Something did happen,
didn't it, Julie?

It's not important,
cliff, really.

I have a feeling there's something
more seriously wrong...

than you're letting on.

It's partly my fault, I guess.

I threatened to leave him.

Threatened to leave him?

Yes, and I didn't mean it.

But that's what made him
go off the deep end.

Julie, let me get this straight.

He jammed the accelerator
all the way down?

He didn't know what
he was doing, really.

But it was a crazy risk,
an irrational thing to do, Julie.

Has he always been so jealous?

[Sighs]

No.

It's just since we've been married.

Cliff, I don't know what
I'm going to do. Really, I don't.

I can't say,
"Lyle, darling, I love you.

You've got to believe me
and have faith and trust."

He doesn't understand it.

If I go to the club
and chat with someone--

Like you, for instance--

He has hallucinations.

The rope hung from the
rafter in the basement.

Bob had stood on something--a box.

He'd apparently kicked
it out from under him?

Please, cliff.
It's very difficult.

Julie...

Did it ever occur to you

that Bob's neck could have
been placed in that rope

after he'd been strangled?

After...

By a murderer.
It is a possibility.

By someone who wanted
him out of the way.

Julie...

Julie, was anyone else
there that night?

No...

No one else.

Wasn't Lyle there when it happened?

I told you he wasn't.

Julie, nothing more
can be done for Bob,

but you're in grave danger.
You must see it.

All right.

Yes, he was there.

He was our house guest,

but that doesn't prove
anything, does it, cliff?

It doesn't prove one thing.

Come on!

I'm coming!

Hello!

Hi. Would you care to join us?

No. I'll wait for you in the lodge.

All right.

Julie, voice-over: When
I got back to the lodge,

Lyle was in the middle of
a business call to New York.

I went on in.
I was in no mood for golf.

After a few holes, I had had it.

Mrs. Benton.

Hello, Harry.

Man: One diamond.

Woman: Pass.

Cliff: Three diamonds.

Pass.

Five diamonds.

Pass.
I pass.

Julie, voice-over: Lyle
was talking to his manager,

working out his fall tour.

Lyle was a very talented pianist,
topflight in his field.

Can I have a package
of these, please?

Pass.

You lay them out, partner.

Um... scotch on the rocks
and a Manhattan, please.

Thank you, ma'am.

Julie, I've been thinking it over.

These interlocking bits
of suspicious evidence--

They can't be ignored.

I'm expecting my husband.

Julie, I've got to make you see this.

Cliff, you have no proof.

During that wild,
crazy ride in the car,

he very nearly killed you, and why?

Because he was jealous.
That's why.

He didn't know what he was doing.

Jealous over nothing.

What would happen if
he had real provocation.

You were in love with Bob,
married to Bob. Bob stood in his way.

He was jealous of Bob.

Yes, he was jealous of Bob.

He admitted it?

He told me last night.

Cliff, don't think I haven't
been worried about this.

It's driving me crazy.

It's there, and it won't go.
Is that it?

Peggy.

Oh, hi, Lyle.

Say, was your wife off
her game this morning.

Really? How about
joining us for a drink?

I'd love to.
Would you excuse me?

Julie, you've got to face it.

If Lyle did do this thing,

and it is possible--
You know that--

What's to stop him

from again pressing that
accelerator to the floor...

Only next time, for keeps?

Hi.

Mr. Henderson.
This is wonderful.

Lyle. How are you, Peggy?
I was just playing bridge.

Well, have one drink
with us anyway, please.

All right, just one.

I'm sure they won't mind waiting.

Speaking of waiting,
you surely kept me waiting for ages

this morning, Julie.

I'm sure Julie had a good excuse.

You know how it is.

What are you drinking?

Same as yours, please.
Martini.

What is, Peggy?

Well, you know your wife.

Golly, she bumps into people,
and she yaks and yaks.

You were talking to someone?

I bumped into everybody this morning.

I just couldn't seem
to get to the golf course.

It was the darnedest thing.

Thanks for the drinks.

Bye, peg.

See you later.

Darling, I forgot my bag.

Would you get it, please?

I'll get it.

Cliff, I can't stand this anymore.

Having these doubts and suspicions
and whispering behind his back.

I've got to find out.

But how?

I'm going to find out tonight.

Julie, be careful.

Thanks, darling.

Bye-bye, cliff.

Good-bye.

[Piano playing]

Julie, voice-over:
I'd listen by the hour
to Lyle practicing.

He played so beautifully.

But today there was something
strangely disturbing about his music,

a sort of savage fury that...

That was almost frightening.

Gradually, as I listened
to him play,

I began evolving a plan.

It was a desperate,
last-resort measure

to learn the truth.

I wondered if I had the courage
to go through with this plan.

It could cost me my marriage
if Lyle were innocent.

If he were guilty...
It could cost me my life.

I lay in bed listening
to the roar of the ocean,

the slap of the spray
against the window.

I was fighting to get up my courage.

This was it.
My heart was pounding,

but I was determined
to go on with my plan,

and I had to
make it seem convincing.

Even if the words
choked in my throat,

Lyle had to believe them.

Lyle?

Yes?

I was just thinking about...

What you told me,
about how much you love me.

Darling, if...

If Bob hadn't died...

What would you have done?

Why do you ask?

If there had been one way...

Just one way...

To have gotten me...

Free from Bob...

Would you have done it?

Done what?

Killed him.

Do you think I’d have gone that far?

Yes.

And still, you married me.

Maybe my love for you was just
as violent as yours for me.

I'd like to believe that,

but...

Bob committed suicide.

That was the verdict.

Yes...

That was the verdict.

Julie...

You didn't even suspect such a thing
as late as yesterday in the car.

Why do you say that?

Because if you had thought
I killed Bob to have you,

you'd never have
been foolish enough

to threaten leaving me.

Then you admit having done it?

Yes.

Yes.

Don't ever try to leave me.

Don't ever try

to leave me.

Julie, voice-over:
I had to lie there in his arms,

lie there in panic and
wait for morning to come.

I knew if I tried to leave him,
he'd kill me...

Kill me as quickly as he did Bob.

My every impulse
was to run for my life,

but I didn't dare. I had to
act like everything was normal,

but I had thought of one idea.

It was worth a try.
Anything was worth a try.

Oh, Lyle, we're out
of eggs and cream.

I'll run to the market
and be right back.

We'll eat something else.

But you always have eggs
for breakfast,

and besides,
I like cream in my coffee.

I don't mind going.

Well, I'll come along
and keep you company.

Look, darling, you know,
this is really stupid.

Why go to the village
when I can go next-door

and borrow whatever we need?

Are they friendly?

I'm sure they won't mind.

Wonderful.
So we'll walk a little.

You don't have to go.

Don't you want me?

Darling, this is not
a very good idea.

I'll get my feet wet.

You want me to carry you?

I'll get the coffee boiling.
You go on.

I have things to do.

All right.

Julie, voice-over:
Sick with fright,

I put the kettle on
and started it boiling,

just in case.

Then I watched until
Lyle went over the rise.

Now I breathed easier.

I'd have a good 20 minutes
until he got back.

I'd put some clothes in a bag.

It wasn't too much of a risk.

I didn't know what that noise was,
but I felt panicked.

My clothes--
nothing mattered.

I had a chilling urge
to get out fast!

[Engine not turning over]

[Pumping pedal]

[Engine not turning over]

Julie, voice-over: I hitched
a ride into Monterrey.

I never took my eyes
off the road in back,

not for a second.

Lyle could loom into sight
anytime, and I was terrified.

Thank you so much.
I'm very grateful.

That's quite all right.

Operator:
Del Monte lodge.

Operator, please give me
cliff Henderson, and hurry.

Just a minute, please.

Operator:
A moment, please.
His line is busy.

I can't hold on any longer.
Would you please tell him

Julie Benton called
and would he meet me

at the Monterrey police
station right away?

Thank you.

Pardon me.
Please, where is the police station?

Two blocks up, one block over.

You have a back entrance
I could use?

Right through that arch.

Pardon me.
I hate to interrupt, but it's very urgent.

What is it, ma'am?

May I see whoever's in charge?

Go through that door, please.

Sergeant, this lady would
like to speak to you.

Sergeant, I'm Mrs. Lyle Benton.

Let's use this room in here.

Thank you.

Won't you sit down?

Now, what can I do for you?

Sergeant, I think I should start
at the beginning.

You see, I was married once before,

and I lived near San Francisco
in Palo Alto.

Yes?

Sergeant, I want to report a murder.

Thanks, driver.

Where can I find Mrs. Lyle Benton?

She sent for me.

Straight down and to your right.

Thank you.

Uh-huh.

Julie.

Cliff, it's true.
It's all true.

Yes. Yes, I understand that.

Julie: He's talking to
the police in Palo Alto.

Yes, naturally.
Oh, naturally.

Well, I guess that about does it.

Thank you very much.
Good-bye.

What did he say?

You must understand that
once a case is closed,

you need pretty
substantial evidence

before the police will reopen it.

That applies anywhere--
New York, London, or Palo Alto.

But he admitted it.

Is that enough for you?
He admitted it to me!

We only have your word for that.

You haven't provided us
with direct evidence

or even one corroborating witness.

I just talked to the chief up there.

The matter was
thoroughly investigated.

Can they be wrong?

Can they?

That's possible.
Still, they seem completely satisfied

that the man took his own life.

I'm afraid our hands
are pretty much tied.

Oh, by the way,
I'm sergeant Cole.

Cliff Henderson.

This is detective pope.

At best, it would be Mrs.
Benton's word against his.

Besides, the law doesn't allow a wife
to testify against her own husband.

You won't even question the man?

Policeman: May I see you a moment?

Oh, sure.
Be right back.

I know he did it.
I know it.

Julie, I know it seems incredible,

but you've got to try to
see their point of view.

Pope:
The sergeant will be right here.

He's questioning your husband now.

He's here?

Yes. He came of his own volition.

He'll deny everything, of course.

Lots of fellas make wild threats

if they get teed off enough,
including mayhem or murder.

This isn't just a threat.

If we called in every guy
who threatened his wife,

we'd need a jail the
size of the Pentagon.

This man committed a murder.

Then there are vindictive women.

They'll make up anything
to get back at some man.

Mrs. Benton is telling the truth.

The burden of proof is on her.

As a matter of fact,

Mr. Benton has some pretty
fancy accusations of his own.

Accusations?

Cliff:
What accusations?

About you and Mrs. Benton.

Well, that's ridiculous.

He says your accusations
are ridiculous.

Did you tell him about that
wild ride in the car yesterday?

Yes. I told them everything.

He emphatically denies
this car business,

even denies threatening
you last night.

And you accept his denial?

We can't arrest a man on the grounds
of an uncorroborated verbal threat.

What about the lie detector?

Even if we put him in jail,

some lawyer would have
him out in two minutes.

And he could sue us for false arrest.

Obviously,
we can't place a guard over her

even if we were allowed to.

We've barely enough men
to handle our regular work.

Come on, Julie.

Come on.
It's hopeless.

Julie...

You're making a mistake...

A terrible mistake.

We're getting you
out of town but fast.

There's no telling what he'll do now.

The next flight isn't till 4:10.

We need a car.
I don't have one.

I hitched a ride from San Francisco
with some friends.

Hello!

The taxi driver told me
I could rent a car here

and deliver it back in San Francisco.

Sure. I just have to
write up the contract.

10 bucks if you make it
in 4 minutes flat.

Oh, thanks, mister.
Thanks.

Get the Plymouth ready on the double!

I'm sorry I spoiled your weekend.

That's all right.
I had to go back tonight anyhow.

Starting a new mining
project tomorrow up at lodi.

Your name Mrs. Lyle Benton?

Somebody wants you on the phone.

Hello?

[Dial tone]

Please, can you hurry?

Your driver's license, sir?

I'm writing as fast as I can, lady.

He must have checked
all over the airports,

bus depots, the works.

Is this your present address?

Yeah, yeah.

So he finds us.
What can he possibly do?

If you've got an oil company card,
you can charge it.

Here we go.

Please hurry!

Hmm, hmm, hmm...

I'm almost done.

There you go.

Now, you want to sign
right down there.

All right. Here.

Hey, check the gas, will you?

Never mind that.

Do you have to do that?

How else can we check the mileage?

[Tires screech]

Does that alley lead to the street?

Yes, sir.

Julie, voice-over:
Cliff made it back to San Francisco

in less than two hours.

He didn't want to risk
Lyle catching up with us.

We went directly
to the most crowded hotel.

I'd like a room
for Mrs. Bowers, please.

Cliff even insisted I sign
under an assumed name.

I'll take the key.

That's all right.
I have it. Thank you.

He took every precaution.

Julie, believe me,
you can't be too careful.

Oh, I know, cliff,
but what about tomorrow

and the next day and the next day?

Maybe if you had dinner,
you wouldn't feel so black.

No. I'm not hungry.

How about settling
for a drink instead?

All right.
I'll be right down.

10 bucks if you make it
in 4 minutes flat.

Thanks, mister. Thanks.

And I really mean it, cliff.

Julie...

Julie, don't call any
of your friends.

Nobody must know where you are.

All right.
I'll be right down.

[Telephone ringing]

Hello?

Operator: Hello.
Mrs. Bowers?

Yes.

Monterey calling.
Just a minute, please.

[Piano playing]

Hello.

Shh.

Darling.

Julie...

Julie, you're going to die.

How did you find me?

Darling, you can't get away from me,

no matter how many times
you change your name,

no matter how many places you go,

no matter what.

Lyle, you're insane.

Maybe...
On one subject...

One only.

You.

What can I do? What?

Nothing.
Just wait for it to happen.

You'll never know when
that's going to be, Julie.

It was Lyle.

Huh?

He said he wants to kill me.

He called you?

Yes. How does he know that I'm here?

That's a good question.

Cliff, I'm so scared.
Let's go.

Easy. He must have phoned
some local detective agency,

worked through them.

If he took a plane,

he'd be here in less than an hour.

He knew we'd head for San Francisco.
We both live here.

There are only three highways
leading into the city.

He knew we'd use one of them.

They spotted us on the road?

Why not? Lyle could have
given him our description.

They're probably watching us now.

Am I going to go through
life running away?

First thing is to get our drink.

Then we'll have another
go at the police.

They gave you the right dope
down at Monterrey.

You intend to wait till
Mrs. Benton is murdered?

I can understand
how you'd feel this way,

but there simply isn't any law
that will permit us to take action

at this time.
Where's Mrs. Benton?

She's at my desk.

I want to see her.

She's pretty upset.

She's taken quite a beating.

It's a very real
problem, believe me.

One of our men was up against
the same thing recently.

It was about his wife.

Her ex-husband finally
caught up with her.

What happened?

It was fatal.

Man: Lieutenant, this is urgent.

You can see we understand
the gravity of your predicament.

Hmm...

Surprising how many men
flip like that over a woman.

Usually it's an estranged wife
who wants no part of the guy.

That's part of the pattern.

Most of these lovesick guys

would rather kill their wives
than let them go.

We average two
of these cases a week.

That many?

Yes. Just about.

Julie, this is lieutenant Pringle.

Mrs. Benton.

How do you do, lieutenant?

Mrs. Benton,
under the circumstances,

I suggest that you
change your identity

and get away from here

as quickly as possible.

Lieutenant, I can't take it anymore.
I really can't.

Julie...

He admitted killing my husband.
He admits that he wants to kill me,

and nobody can help me
do anything!

It's fantastic!

Well, it does sound fantastic.
I'll admit that.

The truth of the matter is,
there isn't any island of safety

for a woman in your spot.

I'm sorry,
but that's the way it is.

The trouble, Mrs. Benton,

is that most women don't
think it can happen to them.

They stick around.
They rationalize.

Don't let her make the mistake
of staying around here.

I can give you names
of women who did--

Mrs. Pauline Sutton.
She was shot.

Mrs. Alice Dexter,

Mrs. Joan summers and her children.

You've made your point.

Mrs. Benton comes
to the police for help,

and they frighten
the daylights out of her.

Cream and sugar in your coffee?

I don't want any.

It's not pleasant for us to
sit around with our hands tied.

But yours aren't.
Get her out of town.

These fellas will kill anybody
that gets in their way,

and they usually wind up
killing themselves, too.

All right, lieutenant.

Julie, I'm afraid
the lieutenant's right.

You've got to leave here.

All right.

All right.

Cliff, I'll have to go to New York and
try to get back with the airlines.

Maybe you could wangle
an overseas run.

No. I can't do that.
It involves seniority.

Mrs. Benton was an airline hostess
before her first husband died.

I'll tell you what,
Mrs. Benton...

If you'll promise to leave
on the first plane tomorrow,

I'll assign two men to stay
with you until you go.

Thank you very much.

I'm not supposed to
do it, but I will.

Why don't you go home and pack?
With my men there,

you won't have anything
to worry about.

I want a couple of men
up here right away.

You still have time
to get some rest.

Julie, voice-over:
Even though we had two
police officers with us,

I felt morbidly apprehensive
about returning

to our apartment in San Francisco.

Fortunately, in spite
of our summer home in carmel,

we'd left most of our things there.

I knew it was crazy,
but I had the chilling sensation

of being watched by Lyle.

I could feel his presence.

It was ominous.

It was strangely disturbing.

[Piano playing]

Aah!

What's up?

Better take a look.

All right.

It's coming from the parking lot.

[Turns music off]

Somebody left a tape recorder
going in a car!

Somebody left a tape
recorder going in his car.

A wire for Mr. Henderson.

Oh, thank you.

Lodi 8-5299.

Yeah?

Hello, Mr. Henderson.
A wire just came from Mrs. Benton.

Read it to me, please.

"Is Lyle laying low or merely
not caught up with me yet?

"Simply impossible--
dodge occasional San Francisco flight

"and hold job.

"Arrive 6 P.M. tonight.

"Spending night with Denise Martin,
havemeyer arms, 1047 Wyton Drive."

1047 Wyton Drive.
Go ahead.

"Your offer fly Denver very sweet.

However, this saves you trip."

Look, I have to hang up now.

Send her a message.

Tell her I can't leave
here before 6:00.

What will I tell that Mr. Royston?

He keeps calling.

See if he can make
it in the morning.

Here's where the trouble is.

[Ringing]

Hello?

Secretary:
Mr. Royston?

Yes.

I just talked to Mr. Henderson.

He could see you tomorrow morning.

But I can't make it tomorrow.
That's impossible.

Unfortunately, Mr. Henderson
has to get back to lodi.

Is he coming in tonight?

Yes, but he has an appointment.

I see.

Well, could he possibly
switch that appointment?

No. You see,
it's a personal matter,

and the party is leaving
town tomorrow early.

Then perhaps he'll be
some place tonight

where I can phone him.

I'm afraid not.

I suppose I could drive
to lodi myself.

How early is he leaving there?

I'm sure he can't leave before 6:00.

Thank you. Good-bye.

Anything for me?

Hmm...
What do you know?

Special messenger, no less.

Oh, looks like
you've got a date, too.

Yes, I have.

Denise, would you mind if
I stayed at the apartment

and scrambled him
some eggs or something?

What? After spending
the day wet-nursing

50 characters in a plane,
you want to cook for the guy?

No. I just don't feel like going out.
Do you mind?

No. Face it, honey,

you've been jittery
ever since we landed.

What gives?

Oh, it's nothing.
Really, it isn't.

Then how come you were so
uneasy driving over here?

You kept looking back as though
you were scared to death.

Somebody lives in this town that
I don't want to see. That's all.

You know, this silly elevator
takes forever.

I usually walk down.

Sorry.

Well, here we are.

My date should be along any minute.

You'll like him.
He's a dreamboat.

Well, this is it.

It's very cute.

The bedroom's in here.

Which bed do you want?
Be my guest.

I don't care.
It doesn't matter.

You take that one.

The bathroom is in here,
and this is the kitchen.

The refrigerator is full,
so live a little.

I'll be out till 2:00.

By the way, where are
the pots and pans?

Cliff: All right.
What's the big idea?

I had hoped you'd lead
me right to her door.

I figured it was you.
Sorry to let you down.

But you haven't.
Not yet, that is.

Look, Benton, Julie's blown
San Francisco for good.

Not for good.

She's here tonight.
For tonight, at least.

Where is all this getting you?

Even if she was here,
I wouldn't admit it.

Men can do funny things
at the point of a gun.

You're driving me there.
Get in.

Make it a two-way deal--
Julie and me?

It's a long drive.
Anything can happen.

It's a calculated risk
for both of us.

I'll give you 30 seconds
to make up your mind.

10...

20...

25...

26, 27...

Let's go.

Good.

[Doorbell buzzes]

Uh-oh. There's my date.

Finish zipping, will you?

He's a real square.
He's always on time.

Ha ha ha!
You look lovely.

Close the door, will you?

Yeah.

Hi, Tom.

Hi, Denise.
You look wonderful.

Thank you.

[Tires screech]

Julie, are you dressed?
Tom is here.

Oh, just a minute.

I can't come out.

Julie, this is Tom.

I've heard a lot about you.

We have to run.
Take care of yourself.

I will.
Have fun.

Nice to have met you.

[Ringing]

Hello?

Man: Is Denise Martin there?

No. She's out.

This is the dispatcher
at amalgamated.

Oh. Well, I'm sorry.

I don't think I could
locate her for you.

Is this Julie Benton?

Yes.

One of the girls supposed to go out

at 11:45 tonight
on flight 36 is ill.

Looks like you're it, miss Benton.

Oh, no.
Oh, I can't tonight.

Isn't there somebody
else that you could call?

Please.

I'll do my best,

but I'm about at the end of my list.

I'll call you back.

[Shuffling]

[Breathing heavily]

[Jug clangs]

[Crash]

Man: Get me
the sheriff's office, quick.

Sheriff's office?

You better send somebody
out here in a hurry.

There's a fella been shot,
and he's in a bad way.

He ain't gonna last long.

My name is Ellis.
Ellis. Yes.

4 miles this side of the mine
on the Smith creek road.

That's right.
Yes. Good-bye.

[Car driving off]

I got to...

Got to reach a girl.

Her name is...

Julie Benton.

The man who... Shot me.
He took her address.

He's on his way to
San Francisco to murder her.

What's the woman's number?

I don't know.

She's staying with a girlfriend.

What's hername?

I can't remember.

I wrote it down,
but I can't remember.

Do you know the address?

Some...

Some kind of an apartment house.

Something like...

Havenhurst.

No. No, that's not quite it.

Begins with a...
Begins with a "hav"...

"Have" --yeah, yeah.
I'm quite sure that's right.

Have you got
a classified directory?

No. Maybe the San Francisco operator
can help us.

No, he don't know the address.

Operator...
Operator...

Just read me...

Read me the name
of every apartment house

that begins with "have."

Please hurry.

No, no.
No, it's not havelin.

No.

Yeah. Yeah, that's it.
Havemeyer arms.

Put the call through right away.

It's urgent.

[Telephone ringing]

No, don't stop ringing.

Keep trying.

Hello? Hello?

Operator. Hello?

Hello?

It's no use.
They don't answer.

I don't know...

How much longer I can hold out.

You better write this down.

Her name is...

Benton.
Julie Benton.

Havemeyer arms.

She's staying at a...
Girlfriend's apartment.

Call the police,

the San Francisco police.

Tell them they have to
find her right away.

Every second counts.

Hurry.

Hurry.

Man over radio:
The sheriff's substation
at lodi radioed in

that a man wasshot, as reported.

Did you get the victim's name?

His license gives
"Clifford Henderson."

That certainly
completes the picture.

Yeah, in no uncertain terms.

Ask the sheriff to stand by

in case Henderson
regains consciousness.

We need more dope on the
whereabouts of Julie Benton.

It may save her life.

If anybody ever doubted
Ellis' story, there it is.

There's the place.

Question any man
who tries to enter.

Have him identify himself.
You cover the rear door.

Try the mailbox just for luck.

[Ringing doorbell]

[Telephone ringing]

Hello?

Dispatcher:
Miss Benton?

Did you find someone?

I have bad news.
You're elected.

Couldn't you wait
just a little bit longer?

You'll have to hurry
out here as it is.

All right.
I'll be right there.

No one's in.

No Julie Bentons.

Hardly would be

if she's bunking in
with some girlfriend.

There's 64 apartments
if you're interested.

You take the far end.

We'll work our way up.

I'm lieutenant Pringle of homicide.

Do you know a Julie Benton?

Julie Benton?
No, I don't.

Thank you.

They just radioed in.

Henderson's off the critical list,

but the doctors won't let
him be questioned yet.

Tell them to stand by.

I just got one more
apartment to check.

Take this end.
I'll take the other.

Yeah.

Take this side.

[Door opens]

Excuse me.

I'm lieutenant Pringle
of homicide.

Do you know a Julie Benton?

No. Sorry, I don't.

Thank you.

[People talking]

International airport,
amalgamated airlines entrance,

and please hurry.

Hurry.

[Doors closes and engine starts]

Mace, come here.
A note for Henderson.

"The girl who was supposed to
go out on the flight took sick.

I was the patsy.
It was go or lose my job."

What else?

Blah-blah apologies
about standing the guy up.

What about a flight number?

No, not even the airport.

You suppose Benton knows
she's a stewardess?

Henderson might have
told him at gunpoint.

Even Henderson didn't know
about this flight tonight.

So where is Benton?

Of course, he could have
gotten wind of that flight.

We'd better find her.

The apartment belongs
to a girl named Denise.

Julie Benton left a note about
her leaving. Not much help.

Look, lieutenant.
Amalgamated airlines.

Undoubtedly they both
work for the same outfit.

We're one step closer anyway.

Amalgamated.
That rings a bell.

Must be one of those nonskeds.

It leaves from either
international or Oakland.

There it is.

Woman:
Amalgamated airlines.
Just a minute, please.

Hello!

Hello!

I've had that happen to me.

Nothing's more exasperating.

Hello!

Yes, captain?

Let's go.

[Engines starting up]

San Francisco tower,
this is amalgamated 36.

Taxi instructions.

Controller:
Amalgamated 36,
clear to runway 28 right.

Roger.

Fasten your seat belt, please.

Please fasten your seat belt.

Woman: Amalgamated airlines.

This is the police.

What time is your next flight?

Our only flight tonight, sir,
is flight 36,

11:45 from international.

Can you connect me
with flight operations?

No, sir,
but the number is Juno 3-5997.

Juno 3-5997. Thank you.

It's almost 11:50, lieutenant.

Well, let's hope these nonskeds

aren't too particular
about leaving on time.

Man: Amalgamated airlines
flight operations.

Has flight 36 taken off yet?

It's taxiing now, sir.

This is lieutenant Pringle
of homicide.

Do you have a stewardess
aboard named Julie Benton?

Just a minute.
I'll check the board.

Gear up.

O.K., thanks a lot, fella.

Let's go.

She's on it, huh?

Yeah. The plane just took off.

Well, that's a relief--
or is it?

No, it's too far-fetched.

That same idea occurred to me.

They keep those
hostesses pretty busy.

Maybe he got by her
without her seeing him.

If he knew about the flight.

Well, if he didn't
know about that flight,

where is he?

He could have had car trouble.

He's not going to show up now.

It's almost an hour late.

Have them alert the pilot.
What can it cost us?

It can cost us 60 lives
if that guy's onboard.

It's not something you fool with
through an intermediary,

not with a shipload of passengers.

Any new dope on Henderson?

They can't talk to him yet,
but he's going to be all right.

Stay here in case that guy shows up.

International airport.

Give the company the time off.

Roger.

Uh, San Francisco tower,
amalgamated 36.

Uh, San Francisco,
amalgamated 36,

off at 54. Climbing Vfr.

[Telephone buzzing]

Hello?

Oh, yes.
Right away, captain.

The captain wants to see you.

Thanks.

Julie, San Francisco
wants to talk to you.

It's a lieutenant Pringle
of homicide.

Hello?

Pringle: I don't know
how to break this to you.

What happened, lieutenant?

Your husband just shot a man.

Oh, no.

First, I want you to know

he'll definitely pull through.

It was Clifford Henderson.

Cliff.

The chances are he's not aboard,

but we can't let the
plane leave the state

until we make sure.

Pilot: We're at the border.

Ease back to San Francisco.

Keep over the desert where there
are no lights he can identify.

Lieutenant, if he had
reached the airplane,

wouldn't he have tried
to kill me or--

Pringle:
Not necessarily.

That might make it too easy for you.

Take over.

All right, what do we do about it?

I'm going back and look.
That's what.

Once he knows you've seen
him, you're done for.

At least it will
get it over with.

What if that guy starts
taking pot shots

in a cabin full of people?

How about keeping Julie with us?

If he suspected something was up,
he'd break the door in.

I've been gone too long.
I've got to get back.

You keep a revolver?

Yes.

Have it ready.
This guy's shot one man.

He doesn't care what he does now.

This is it for him.

If only this is a false alarm.

Suppose Julie describes the
man, and I go look.

That's too dangerous.

Too many guys fit
a general description.

This is the first officer.

Would it make any sense if I concealed
the pistol and went back with Julie?

Pringle: Then what?

If he went for his gun,
I could shoot first.

You hope.

O.K., it was a dumb idea.

Pringle: We better settle
on something quick.

Jack.

Lieutenant, the trick is my getting
a look at the passengers' faces

without being obvious, right?

Think you can do it?

I have to.

Just one flicker of recognition,
and it's sure death.

No. It's too risky.

Doing nothing is worse.

What if he breaks in here?

I guess you're right.

All right, then.

Now, everything must
appear normal,

completely normal.

You go straight to
the back of the plane,

stall a minute, then
ease your way forward

row by row from behind.

Good luck.

O.k. Thank you.

Here, Jack.

Rough job, Julie.

It's like asking you to be casual

with a time bomb in your hand.

If only my heart
would stop pounding.

Silly, isn't it?

He probably isn't even there.

Well, here goes.

Stewardess,
may I please have a pillow?

Thank you.

Pardon me, miss.
Two coffees, please.

Yes. Right away.

What on earth were you
doing up there so long?

The boys were in a
very talkative mood.

Your hands are shaking.
What's wrong?

I'm so jittery.
It's one of those days.

Some of these characters
can get you down.

[Buzzer buzzes]

See? Probably wants a drink
of water, no less.

Oh, thank you.

Miss.

Miss, would you please
tell me the time?

It's 2:20.

He's here.
What do we do?

Pilot: Hold it.
I'll buzz you back.

All right.

Pilot: Apparently he doesn't
realize she spotted him.

Phone your top brass.

Explain it's
a critical emergency.

Get them over here fast.

Furnish a police escort.
Minutes count.

Call your top-level
c.A.A. Boys.

They might as well
be in on this, too.

The field manager--
get him here on the double,

and anybody else you can think of.

Pilot: One decision
has to be made now--

Should I leave Julie in the cabin
or bring her up here?

That's a tough decision.

Either way, you're running a risk--

A fearful risk.

Just a matter of balancing degrees.

Well, it's my ship.

I've got the ball.

Shifting to automatic pilot.

Here, Jack.

[Buzzer buzzes]

Excuse me.

Hello?

Pilot: Can Valerie overhear?

No.

Come up at once.

Be casual.
Everything depends upon it.

I'll bring a tray to cover up.

Good. The door will be unlocked.

Slip through it quickly.

Speed may be vital.

The ship's on automatic pilot.

We're ready for anything.

All right.

The captain's just ordered her up.
She's on her way.

This waiting can drive you nuts.

Stewardess.

Why don't you take it?

Those were shots.

Just one of the motors backfired.

It happens now and then.

I never heard a motor
backfire before.

It could happen if the
mixture was too lean.

Please don't worry.

Amalgamated 36, come in!

You made a mistake, Julie.

I told you you made a mistake.

If you're going to shoot me,
get it over with!

No.

I have a better idea.

I promised you it wouldn't be easy.

You're going to be
in this airplane...

High in the air...

With nobody to fly it.

Well, now I know that was a shot.

I'm going to see for myself!

No, no! Wait!
You can't go in there!

Aah!

Aah!

Pardon me.

Ohh!

Stop it! Stop it!

Man: How dare you handle
the woman that way!

Move on to your seats!
Please do not panic.

The captain has been injured,
and we need a doctor.

I'm a doctor.
I'll get my bag.

Valerie:
Everything will be all right.

Please go back to your seats!

Hysteria can be fatal, madam.
I'm very sorry.

Please take your seats!

Will you please be seated?

Everything's going to be all right.

Will the passengers in the back
please take your seats again?

Thank you.

Val, do everything you can
to keep the atmosphere light

till I get back.

I'll try, but I have
a basket of questions.

Gum?

We're going to have
one break anyway--

Nice clear morning.

Doctor, was he hit?

Yes, and it's more
serious than he thought.

Jack.

And the captain?

He's dead.

How bad is that wound,
doctor, really?

You'd better know the truth.

He's liable to black out anytime.

It's that bad?

That bad.

If there was any guarantee
of my staying conscious,

I'd put it down in the
nearest cabbage patch.

A shot of adrenaline chloride

should retard the
internal hemorrhaging.

Julie, there might be
another pilot onboard.

No, there isn't.
I've asked.

Did you alarm those passengers?

No. They thought I was
asking for another reason.

Good going.

We're out of luck.
Yeah, Julie asked.

Yes, yes. I know. I know.

That's our only out.

Thank you.

Looks pretty grim, Julie.

I'm not going to
set down in Sacramento.

I can't take the chance,

not on any "heads I make it,
tails I don't" basis.

This is the first officer.

We are returning to San Francisco.

We'll land in
approximately 26 minutes

at international airport.

Woman: International airport?

Jack, why are you going
to San Francisco?

For two reasons--
I need the daylight,

and even more important,
I need precision radar.

But the weather's clear.

Honey, will you sit
in that seat, please?

Will you sit in the seat?

Jack!

The tower can tell enough
from their radar screen

to bring the ship in and land it

if someone follows their instructions--
someone with guts.

Jack, I can't.

You've got to.

It can be done if you just...

If I black out on you,
it's that or else.

But I can't fly!

Will you put on the earphones?
Obey instructions.

I'd do it, but I can't
leave this man.

I don't dare ask for
a volunteer at random.

There's no telling what kind of
character we're liable to draw.

Besides, it would panic
the passengers for sure.

You should know something.

You'd better not pull
any punches, doctor.

This is no time for it.

Your pulse is getting weaker.

If you faint, this amytal nitrate

should revive you for a time.

For a time?

Jack: Julie, I've seen
you under fire. You're it.

You've been around
airplanes long enough

to know something about them.

Once I flew a plane, Jack,
deadheading with no passengers.

This is not flying alone,
and it's not landing the plane!

You got your feet
on the rudder pedals?

Yes.

Good.
Now grip the wheel.

Grip it tight.

It takes a lot of strength.

Yes, I remember.
I managed it before.

Good. Time's running against us.

I'm taking it out of
automatic control.

It's all yours, Julie.

You're on your own.

Do you know how to use the ailerons?

I think so.

We'll see.
I'm going to drop the left wing.

All right. Now right the ship.
Bring it back.

That's it.

No, no.
You've over corrected, honey.

Back again. There.

No, no. No.
Back the other way.

Keeping the nose level is one
thing the tower can't help with.

Doctor, help her watch it.

Doctor: Right.

No, that's too much.
Now back up.

That's it. No, no.
Julie, easy.

Easy. Down.

That's it.

All right.

Now, I'm throwing
the ship off course.

All right.
Now stop the turn.

Now bring it back.
Bring it back, Julie.

That's it.
No, back a little.

Julie, back, back.

Nose down, Julie.
Nose down.

Ugh!

That's good.

Oh, Julie, that's all right.

Oh!

Oh!

This is the radar equipment.

Have you identified the flight?

Yes. They're over liver more now.

We identify a ship by having the
pilot make several large turns.

He's letting her get the
feel of the controls.

How is she doing?

Terrific.

Fella's getting weak.

Almost passed out once.

Man: San Francisco tower,
this is tri-state 74.

Tri-state 74, hold position.

We have an emergency.
We'll call when it's clear.

This is really something.

She can pull it off
if she'll just keep her head.

That's mostly what it will take.

You'll understand when
you see how we do it.

Controller: Having a
9,000-foot runway helps, too.

Man: This is northern
97 over Palo Alto

for landing instructions.

Maintain a position
in vfr condition.

We have an emergency.

We'll notify you when it's clear.

There they go--
all the equipment we can muster.

San Francisco tower,
this is amalgamated 36.

Stewardess Benton
is now ready to take over.

The aircraft's
in positive radar contact now.

This is the aircraft right here,

17-mile-range Mark.

Good.

You didn't stop that left
turn promptly enough.

Controller:
Stop right turn.

That's it.
You're on course.

Nose down a little more.

Stop.

Reduce speed slightly.

Jack:
That's it.

Very good.

Julie, remember what I told you.

All four throttles at once.

Doctor: Left wing--
it's dipping.

You're on the ball, doctor.

You're going too high
on the glide path.

Bring it down.

That's good.
Now hold it there.

This thing's got me.

Man: This blip is our plane.

There's the runway.

If she goes to the right or left,
she's off course.

You see this light moving closer.

Here's the other presentation.

This gives distance and height.

This line shows the angle of descent.

It's our job

to keep Julie Benton
right on both lines.

This will bring her on the runway
dead center.

It's calibrated down to feet.

It's almost as if we were
in the cockpit.

We're using the girl
as an instrument

to transmit instructions
to the controls.

So she can understand,
we're giving turn instructions

rather than compass headings.

I see.

Take more left rudder.
Stop turn.

Julie: How am I doing?

Great. Keep it up.

He just blacked out again.

It looks very bad.

Doctor: That's the last
of my amytal nitrate.

You're in sight of the field now.

Warn her not to freeze up.

We know it's rough,
but be as relaxed as you can.

Start right turn.

Stop right turn.

A little more right rudder.
That's it.

Pull your right wing
up a little, honey.

That's it.
Keep the wings level.

Bring the nose down a little more.

Hold it there.

Man: The nose is perfect now.

Keep it at that angle.

Will he live?

Doctor: He's got every chance
if we get him to surgery in time.

He's coming around.

Controller:
Complete landing cockpit check.

Wheels down and locked.

Jack: Grip that wheel
tight, Julie.

You'll feel a big drag as
the wheels drop into place.

I don't know how much
longer I can hold out.

Controller:
Have you lowered your flaps?

The ship will slow down
as they fall into place.

The nose will balloon up.

Watch it.

You know where
the air-speed indicator is?

Yes.

Good. Doctor, help her watch.

Don't get below 120.
We'll crash if you do.

Remember, keep your eyes
on that air-speed indicator.

Not lower than 120.

Don't let it drop below 120.

He's out cold.

Controller:
If it starts to go below 120,

ease forward on the throttles.

Push a little more left rudder.

Just a little.
That's it.

Doctor: It's no use.

It's getting a little too
close to that 120 Mark.

Thanks.

Kick on a little more left rudder.

You're drifting to the right.
Watch it.

How is that?

Controller: You're lined up
with the runway centerline,

but watch that air speed.

Doctor, how is it?

It's on the nose.

There's the field straight ahead.
See it?

Controller:
How do you feel?

I'm terrified.

Look, honey,
even an experienced pilot

feels queasy when we bring him in

for an emergency GCA approach
with visibility 0.

I can understand that.

I'd rather be a novice
with visibility unlimited.

It's a lot less frightening
than putting down blind.

The radar ground mobile unit
will take over for the landing.

Doctor: I'll handle the throttles.

When you get a few feet
above the pavement,

they'll tell you
to pull the stick back.

Do it instantly.

I understand.

It'll take all your strength,
but get it back,

or you'll shear off
your front landing gear.

Remember, all the way back.

Anything else?

Nothing. But keep
those rudder pedals straight.

Do you know where
your transmitter is?

Yes.

Turn it until it shows a seven.

Mobile unit 4, take over.
Good luck.

O.K.

That's all we can do in the tower.

She's about ready to touch down.

This is mobile unit 4.

You're lined up very well
over the centerline now.

Just keep your wings level.

Hold it steady.
That's good.

There's a cross wind
that will have a tendency

to make you drift to the left.

Bring up your right wing.

Bring up your right wing.

You're drifting to the right.

That's good.
Now push the left rudder.

You're lined up good.

You're a little high.
Push your nose down.

Your left wing is dropping.
Bring your left wing up.

Don't let it slide off to the left.

A little more right rudder.

Bring it over
with the right rudder and...

Your left wing is dropping too much!

Bring that left wing up.
You'll drift too far left.

Your nose is dropping too much.
Bring your nose up.

Bring that right wing up.

Fine. You're headed
right toward the runway.

When you come over the boundary,
I'll tell you to flare out

by bringing the yoke right
back into your stomach.

Now, get ready.

Bring the yoke back easily.

Bring it back.
Now hold it right there.

You flared out 15 feet high.
Drift down.

Keep your right wing up.

Pull the throttles all the way back.

Throttles back, doctor!

You're coming in great.
Hold it right there.

Bring it back.
Bring it back.

Good.

[Tires screech]

You've bounced off.

Just hold the yoke right where it is.

Bring it all the way back down.

You've touched down.
Now you'll stay down.

Put your feet on the rudder pedals.

These are the brakes.

Push forward on the pedals.
Push forward on both pedals.

Now you're braking down good.

You're drifting to the right
of the runway.

Push on the left rudder.

That's it.
You're coming up fine now.

You're slowing down good.

Now push on the right rudder
a little bit.

Hold it right there now.
You're almost stopped.

You've made it!

I wouldn't go through that again,
not for anything.