All language subtitles for Dangerous Intruder 1945

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- It must be wonderful to

be a musical comedy actor

and have a swell singing

voice in the face to go with it.

- No, it isn't freckles.

I developed a voice soothing landlady

as an answer to the face.

Well, if it wasn't for that,

I'd be out of show business

and spared a lot of grief.

Maybe I'd be married

and have my own truth.

I'm just wacky about kids, you know.

- Oh, well who isn't?

But show business...it's

so glamorous and everything.

- What's so glamorous

about having to hitchhike

back to the North and Boston?

My thumb was about ready to

drop off when you came along.

- There's a Duquesne place up ahead.

That's how to let you out

here, then you'll be hit.

Gee, it's been wonderful

talking to you, Miss Jackson.

- Jenny, it was grand

meeting you, Freckles.

Goodbye and good luck.

(car engine rumbles)

- You'll be lucky today.

(car engine rumbles)

(car engine rumbles)

(car engine rumbles)

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- Excuse me, but I think you

ought to go back to your room.

- Oh, hello there.

- You look awful, right?

You better let me take you back to bed.

- But there's something wrong, I heard.

- Yes, that was mother.

She's sick.

She has attacks.

- Do you think I could help?

- No, there isn't anything to do

until Dr. Vaskin gets here.

And anyway, I'm not

sure Daddy Max would want.

You see, he always gets terribly upset.

Max is my stepdad.

I'm Jacqueline Dorothy Duquesne,

but you can call me Jackie.

- That's fine, Jackie.

And I'm Georgia Genevieve Jackson,

but for the love of my,

don't ever call me that.

Just make it plain, Jenny.

- All right, Jenny.

Come on, you can mean our means.

- All right.

- Max is often sorry

about you getting hurt.

He never saw there'd be

anybody standing by the gate.

Did you cry when you fell?

- I really don't remember.

It all happened so suddenly.

- Don't you remember being

brought here this afternoon

and Dr. Vaskin banning Genevieve up

and jabbing you with that needle?

- I'm afraid I must have gone

out like a proverbial light.

All I remember is waking up in this room

and hearing strange things

and finding my clothes gone.

- They got all dirty with yourself.

Mrs. Swenson, she's the housekeeper,

sent them into the village to be clean.

You can wear some of mother's things

until they come back.

- Well, I'd better be going now, Jenny.

It's all for late.

If you want anything, just ring the bell.

- Thank you, I will.

Good night, Jackie.

- Sleep tight, Jenny.

Say, by the way, do you play golf?

- No, I never tried.

- Good.

It needs a July.

- Good night, Jackie.

- Good night.

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- Well, I can't begin to

tell you how relieved I am

to see you on the road

to recovery, Mrs. Jackson.

- Jenny Jackson.

- I'm Maxwell Duquesne.

You know, I'm completely

to blame for the accident.

Always did take that corner too fast.

Just a speed demon, I suppose.

- Well, you weren't crawling.

- No, I wasn't.

I guess speeding in a

car is all that remains

of my once flaming unit.

I shudder to think

what might have happened

if you hadn't been so nimble.

- Oh, in show business,

you've got to be fastened to beat.

But to tell you the truth, Mr. Duquesne,

I don't remember much about it.

- Oh, stop, don't say that,

not even without witnesses.

If you sue me, you won't stand a chance.

- Oh, I'm not going to sue you.

At least not right now.

You were brave to bring me in.

- Brave?

Me? Why?

- How do you know I won't turn out

to be the man who came to dinner?

What you should have done

was send me to a hospital.

- Oh, I couldn't have done that.

I'd have to see.

- Oh, I must have looked just ravishing

with a run in my

stocking and covered with dirt.

- I didn't mean that.

It was just, well, you

reminded me of someone.

- That's a music cue.

Now I'm supposed to ask who

and you make with the baritone.

- I'm afraid I don't quite understand.

- Oh, forgive me.

That's show talk.

- You're an actress?

- Well, there was

always a marked difference

of opinion on that.

But I suppose you're

wondering how I happen

to be standing in your driveway.

- Well, here's a brief

synopsis of the plot.

I was in the show and

got stranded in Boston.

- I see. Well, that's too bad.

- But you haven't told

me who I remind you of.

It's your turn.

- Well, you may think it odd.

- I'd like to pardon, sir.

- New York is calling you.

Shall I put the call through in here?

- No, I'll take it in the study hall.

- Excuse me, won't you?

You'll be all right?

- Oh, of course.

I still feel a little shaky.

Maybe I'll take a nap.

- Then I'll see you later.

(soft music)

- Ford!

- Again.

- Oh, excuse me.

I think you ought to try chess.

- Oh, oh, I'm terribly sorry.

No, there was anyone.

I think I'm crazy.

I hope I'm awake in you.

- I, I'm Sloyed.

- Yes, I know.

I'm pleased to meet you.

- Max Duquesne's my brother-in-law.

Look, this may seem awfully rude, but...

- And Jackie?

- She's my niece.

So you know Jackie, do you?

- We met last night.

Oh, I understand.

You'd like to know who I am

and what sort of places I'm doing you.

- Well, it was a bit of a surprise,

but somehow I have the feeling that...

Look, miss, whatever your name is,

I have a terrible memory.

We've met before I know,

but for the life of me,

I can't remember where

or when or who you are.

- I might be your aunt.

- Oh, please.

- But I'm only a poor way

for duplicating her ankle

outside your gates yesterday.

It was your brother-in-law's fault.

He thinks his driveway is Indianapolis.

- Oh, I'm terribly sorry, but somehow...

Say, didn't we meet at

the Oakmouth Country Club

dance in 1939?

- You know, I think a little son

would do my ankle a lot of good.

- Yes, of course, Sisk.

Oh, oh, son.

Ankle.

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- You haven't told me what on

earth that golf routine was.

- Oh, it's pretty silly, really.

Maxie Millison, she's my

sister, our golf fiends.

When we first moved into

this house several years ago,

Max drove a golf ball

from inside the door there

to hear over those trees.

- It's a good 200 yards.

Well, that was a challenge to me.

So I took the cut and did the same thing.

And believe it or not,

I'd never hit the golf ball

before in my life.

- You made a good start.

- And I haven't hit one since,

but I keep trying every

time I go into that room.

I've got it.

Los Angeles, when I was

testing those planes out there,

that's where I met you, I remember now.

- Never West of Pittsburgh in my life.

I'll solve it for you, though.

- Give me a hand.

- No, the other one.

My real name is Madame Zezer.

Very interesting.

I see soldiers.

- Union or Confederate?

- Quiet.

I see airplanes and the

words Mitchell Fields.

- You've been talking

to Max or Millicent.

- I see a dirty old theater,

incidentally with the draughtiest

dressing room I ever had

and a young man in the front row.

From his expression, I think he tests

planes for a living.

And I see a bouquet of yellow roses.

And I see writing with the roses.

What does it say?

Dear me, the handwriting is dreadful.

- Your, oh, I remember now you--

- Oh, yes.

Who was the eighth

president of the United States?

Meet me after the show and I'll tell you.

- You see all that there?

- Quiet.

Here's another.

The medal with the

lowest melting point is blank.

Satisfy your curiosity on the subject.

I'll be waiting for

you at the box office.

- Georgia Jackson.

- Right.

Take away the grease paint, the glamor

and the baby spot and what have you.

One great big let down.

- What do you mean a let down?

You're out of your mind.

- And I was always the one to say

that Dr. Baskin was a fraud.

Modern doctors are

playing spook and japs.

They don't have to mystify their patients

by speaking Latin.

I must admit he's

performed a miracle, darling.

You look so much better.

- That's because I feel better.

I'm like this

tomorrow, I'm going to get up.

In that case, I may

have to go back to bed.

As you know, I've been

wearing some of your clothes.

Well, I wish I wore them

as well as you do, Jenny.

But I'm an old woman with a grown child.

- Two children?

You're forgetting me.

- I think you're a

worse baby than she is,

driving your car so fast.

- I was pretending I

was in high school again.

- They have cars when you

went to high school, Max.

(laughing)

- It was a Stanley steamer, Jackie.

Well, time I was shoving off,

I got that big

transport job to test them off,

crack a door.

- Oh, so soon.

- And it's time you

were in bed, young lady.

Off you go.

- Old bed.

You spent most of our lives sleeping.

- Goodbye, Jenny.

- Goodbye.

- Oh, Max, Millie, don't let Jenny leave

until I get back next week.

- Oh, of course we won't.

- We wouldn't dare.

We're going to keep her here

until the statute of limitations

gives me all

responsibility for the accident.

Come on in, Gwyneth and I'll take you in.

Say goodnight to Jenny.

Go on, off with you.

- Oh wait, I forgot to

say goodnight to the Gordon.

Goodnight, goodnight.

I need such sweet sorrow.

A can of beans today

for the states tomorrow.

- Jackie, you shouldn't do that.

What'll Jenny think of us?

- Oh, she likes it.

Goodnight.

- Goodnight. - Goodnight.

- Oh, my child picks up everything.

- Oh no, she's a darling.

- You're not ready for bed, are you?

Come on, talk to me.

I suppose you're wondering,

my Jackie was so

discourteous to Aunt Sarah.

That wasn't very nice.

It was really all Curtis' fault.

She was here to make up

the most dreadful memories.

- Aunt Sarah wasn't exactly

an amiable sort of person.

But she had all the mark and the money.

- That's the trouble

with unpleasant people.

They're always rich.

- When she died, it all passed on to us.

And not a moment too soon.

We're really in a very bad way.

Scattered enough to weep.

- Oh, Mr. Kane, you don't

have to explain all this.

- Oh, we don't mind

talking about the lean days.

Do we, Mac?

- What's that, darling?

Oh no, indeed.

We welcome the opportunity.

We find it a very solitary activity

for keeping the hat size

in status quo, as it were.

You see, Jenny, we were not always

the fabulously wealthy Duquesnes.

When this young lady and I were married,

I was only kind of

dignified, flunky in the museum.

Lots of prestige, but very little money.

- Mac couldn't even hold on to that job.

He may have been an

expert on ancient ceramics,

but they fired him quickly enough

when he had to brow with

his immediate superior.

- We were never my

superior, immediate or otherwise.

He considered pottery

nothing but well-made mud pies,

so I quit.

- For months.

Aunt Sarah wouldn't give us a

penny, not even for groceries.

- Oh, second thought, Jackie's right.

Aunt Sarah was a gorgon.

- Well, I don't know

what we would have done

if she hadn't suddenly died.

That was only a few years ago.

So now you have our history complete.

That was very considerate of Aunt Sarah.

But what was it she

was such an expert on?

Ceramics, dear.

The art of fussing around with clay.

Or is this a science, Mac?

- Never mind.

You beholden me, Jenny, a

man with a cross to bear.

My family is passionately

disinterested in my life's worth.

- Oh, not passionately, darling.

Besides, you know

you're much happier this way.

Without us nosing into

your precious collection

and asking thousands of silly questions.

- Grab your right.

But now it's curfew.

Come, me cripple beauty,

I'll escort you to your door.

- Good night. - Good night, Jenny.

- You were going to tell

me something this morning

when we were interrupted.

- Was I?

Oh, yes.

I was in the act of

saying you reminded me of it.

- Oh, anyone, so long as it is not Sarah.

- Hardly.

But look, are you horribly worn out?

If you don't mind taking a slight detour,

I can show you and you

can judge for yourself.

- Oh, not the least bit sleepy.

This is my usual hour for waking up.

- All right.

Incidentally, have you seen this?

- Don't tell me.

I remind you of her.

- Buried's the thought.

Though she is

beautiful to a sculptor's eye.

- She looks like a good

prospect for a two-way stretch.

- She's an old world princess.

- Please have

deference for her, ain't she?

- Oh, forgive me.

Is that why you placed

offerings at her feet?

- Offering?

- Glasses of milk.

- I'm afraid I don't understand.

- Well, last night I saw

you place a glass back there.

Who was I dreaming?

- You saw--oh, thank goodness it was you

instead of Mrs. Swenson.

She's very fuzzy about

leaving soil dishes around.

- Oh.

Wait a minute.

This is where I saw that little man last night.

I didn't tell anyone because

I thought it was the morass.

- I didn't expect you back tonight, sir.

I was just about to lock up.

- A posture this is

Miss Jackson, our guest.

- I'm glad to meet you.

Very glad.

- You were right, sir.

Her semblance is remarkable here.

Shall I remove the cover, sir?

- Please do. A posture was formerly my assistant at

the museum in New York.

When we moved into this place, well, I

bribed him to come with me.

You see, Jenny, he and I are, so to

speak, fellow maniacs.

This room has concentrated

our main interest in life.

I made a wager with myself that I would

successfully refrain from

showing you my treasures

until you visited me

here of your own accord.

But I have lost, and

you must pay the penalty.

Now this, for
example, is a very important thing.

Now this, for example, what do you see?

Merely a dirty old pot broken at that?

Yes, but you can be sure some ancient

housewife cooked dinner in it for one of

Caesar's centurions.

But Jenny, that's Stagion.

He's alive, isn't he?

I think the hands of the

fashioned him were dust

500 years before Marco Polo visited the

emperor who once owned him.

Did he keep metal or stone? No.

From the earth itself.

From clay, from the very

clay the first mother man.

Clay, earth, earth and fire, the elements

harnessed were used for beauty

for irrefutable and

perpetual proof that man is master.

You must forgive me, my dear, but

sometimes in here I'm carried away.

Not so long ago, I was an underpaid

servant looking after

far inferior specimens.

Did you want me to open the safe, sir?

I'll do it.

I'll have to show you the rest of the

specimens some other time, Jenny.

Right now I want you to

see your own likeness.

Do be careful, sir.

There. A perfect

lightness if ever there was one.

Look at that hairline posture.

Look at the line of the jawbone.

Jenny, this might have

been one of your ancestors.

No.

I'm sorry, my dear, but she's very old and very valuable. She was made by a great

artist, a master of several crafts.

Well, Jenny, now you see why I had to

bring you inside the house.

She's very nice.

Foster, such is posterity.

This priceless figurine is very nice. She's very nice. She's very nice. Such is posterity.

This priceless figurine is very nice.

Your coming here, if I were a

superstitious man,

would seem like a sign.

Something in the nature of an omen.

Yes, but what of?

I haven't the faintest idea.

Mr. Mack, what did I tell you?

I am the man who came to

dinner. It's almost a week now.

Well, as long as you don't make me eat in

the kitchen or entertain a dozen

convicted murderers, you're welcome.

Well, run up a big

phone bill. I saw that too.

That's a mister.

Oh?

Mack, shall I go see

if Curtis has come yet?

Oh, he won't be here for hours, Jackie.

Not until three. It's

only one thirty now.

Curtis said he might

make it a little earlier.

I hope he does.

That's a junk little over there.

I think.

Hey, Mack.

Yes?

I was wondering. All those extra visits

Curtis has been making.

Do you suppose he homesick?

Well, there's something like that, maybe.

It sure is funny. He never

used to compose so often.

No, he never did.

Oh, I guess he must be homesick.

Quick, Jackie, run for help.

Looks like heaven, you're all right.

Why do you tempt me? Why don't you turn

and go back or grab hold of the banister?

Go back while you go back.

Don't you know what I'm thinking? Can't

you see that one little push?

You're decayed.

There are forty-two

steps. I counted them once.

Go back, you wither

fool. Don't come any closer.

I'll do it and I don't want to.

If I have more steps and you'll be within

reach, it'll be too late.

And go back while you

go back. I don't want to.

I talk about too.

Max. Max.

Somebody go phone Dr. Bascom.

I'll go.

Max.

Oh, Curtis, I'm afraid.

Oh, he's all right.

Max, you handed us an awful scare.

Bet you couldn't have

done that again if you tried.

Hello, Millicent, my pet.

Do you think I look

distinguished in the bandage?

Oh, Max, you frighten me.

And now two of us are on the casualty list.

I do hope no one will

think we've been brawling.

Jenny.

Want some ice cream, Jenny?

No, thanks.

Max challenged me to a game of badminton.

Are you coming to watch?

Maybe in a little while.

It ought to be a good game.

Not very. He's rotten.

Jesus is good ice cream. It's got cherries in it.

We never used to have

ice cream in the house.

That is, until Aunt Sarah died.

Aunt Sarah said ice cream was frivolous.

Jackie, about the sound of yours.

Oh, she wasn't really my

aunt. She was Mother's.

I wouldn't have it for a real relation.

I suppose she was ill

for a long time, huh?

She wasn't ill at all. She was very old.

And she should have had a nurse or

somebody to look after her.

But she was too cheap

to hire one, I guess.

Are you sure you don't want some of this ice cream? It's scrumptious.

No, thanks.

But you were telling me about Aunt Sarah.

Oh, there's nothing to tell.

One night, she fell down

the stairs and broke her back.

That's all.

See you later.

Well, Dr. Jackson, I presume.

Say, where's your sporting blood?

Jackie and Max are locked in a fierce battle on a badminton court. Yes, I am. Well, let's go down there.

Not yet.

I'd hope I'd see you alone for a minute.

Why, is there something wrong?

Curtis, I've got to tell you something.

Oh, you're probably thinking...

Oh, I don't know.

Yes, Jenny, go on.

Get ready now. It's

going to be a fast one.

Get up! Oh, when they quit, they're going to be a fast one. Come back to the house.

Oh, when they quit,

they get this one now.

Get up.

Get it, Gretel. Good job.

Get it again.

(LAUGHING)

Darling, what is all this?

Curtis, I'm so confused.

Are you? I'm not.

You're coming here if I

were a superstitious man.

It seemed like a sign.

Something in the nature of an old man.

A past being today is worth a take.

Tomorrow.

I said I wasn't exactly

an angel, sort of person.

But she had all the mark and the money.

Well, when she died, it all passed on to us. Well, I'm not sure.
Well, I'm not sure. Well, I'm not sure. Well, I'm not sure. Well, I'm not sure.

Well, I'm not sure. Well, I'm not sure. Well, we're going to have all the mark and the money.

Well, when she died,

it all passed on to us.

And not a moment too soon.

Why do you tempt her, ladies?

Why don't you turn and go back and grab

all of the banister?

Go back, will you? Go back.

Oh, there's nothing still.

One night she fell

downstairs and broke her back.

That's all.

Daddy says I'm doing fine.

What do you think,

father? What do you think, Max?

Another week and bursting

to get to a spot in the club.

Now, down from my uncle.

For your encore, I suggest you dance

upstairs and ride into your nightgown.

It's 10 o'clock.

You shouldn't be up anyway with that

dreadful cold, Jackie.

Don't kiss anyone

goodnight, will you, darling?

All right.

Don't you think I'm doing fine?

Splendidly. Now, off to you. Off to you.

Goodnight.

Goodnight. Goodnight.

And I know someone who

should follow Jackie's example.

And do a dance?

And go to bed. Seriously, darling, you

know what Dr. Baskin's

always saying about rest.

You haven't been a

good girl about it lately.

Oh, but I'm feeling so much better.

All right. I am not retired.

Well, don't you go, Jenny.

You graduated from Inverdew Confalescent

in the Duquesne General Hospital.

If you stay, I'll

have a golf ball for you.

You can't be able to see it clear the

trees in the dark, but I give you my

solemn word at will.

Some other time, I'm a

little tired tonight.

Right. Well, pleasant dreams, you two.

I'll be up in a tricep in

the sense with your nightcap.

Are you too worn out to come up and

gossip with me while I get ready for bed?

Oh, I'm never too tired of the docile.

That would be all for

tonight, sir. Thank you.

We met, Anne.

Jenny, what was that I heard

you mumbling about at lunch?

Something about getting

another job or something?

There wasn't any or something about it.

My ankle's as good as new now, and I'm

putting on way too fast to suit me.

So I thought that living to make.

So there you are. My

agent's working on something now.

What about Curtis? How do

you mean, what about Curtis?

Oh, poor Jenny. The

mercy of a doting sister.

You know he's terribly in love with you.

Yes, I guess he is.

He wants to marry you. He told me so.

How do you feel about it, Jenny?

I don't know.

Love him?

I rather hope you did.

Oh, of course I do.

Oh, then that's all right.

You see, I'm so anxious for Curtis to

find the right girl.

And I'm so sure about you, Jenny.

That's the nicest thing

anyone ever said to me, Millicent.

Oh, I mean it, darling.

So Curtis wants you, his family wants

you, and you want him.

Is there anything else?

Why not get married?

Testing things is hard, exacting work.

You'd be good for

Curtis. Give him stability.

No, we can't. We've got to wait.

I can't explain it, Millicent.

It hasn't anything to do with me or

Curtis, or whether or

not we love each other.

It's just, I can't explain it.

Well, why should you, dear?

Being a prospective sister-in-law doesn't

give me the right to cross-examine you.

Charlie, you two make

a priceless portrait.

You took your time, Max Duquesne.

What were you doing so long in the

kitchen, having a rendezvous with cook?

No, indeed.

Mrs. Wenson and I are

not on very good terms.

But didn't you know?

No, I was merely soaking because Jenny

showed so little

interest in my golf problems.

Oh.

Oh, I forgot to lock that sunroom door.

Thank you, darling.

Poor Max. He's always worrying about

locks and doors and things.

[knocking]

Mrs. Wenson, what is it?

Oh, Miss, come quickly. It's the Mrs. She's taking Terrible L and she's asking for you. Mr. Duquesne sent me to fetch her. Millicent, darling, answer me.

Millicent. Right in here, Doctor. Hurry, please. [music playing]

I'm sorry.

What I feared finally

happened, an extra violent attack

on a string with too much for her heart.

She was asleep.

I came in to look at her.

I was just leaving when she woke.

She screamed.

She was an agony.

She was an agony, I tell you.

Max, get a grip on yourself.

You've got to pull yourself together.

I gave her a hot drink when

she went to bed, a milk punch.

Could that have been an irritant?

Certainly not.

I recommended it, didn't I?

Yes, you might.

Oh, look, she didn't finish it.

Maybe there was something wrong.

Maybe the milk was sour

and that caused her too rich.

Maybe--

Maybe nothing.

It was her poor condition.

There's nothing wrong with this.

Now I suggest we leave the room.

I'll give you a set of them.

[MUSIC PLAYING]

Looking for something, Miss Jackson?

No.

That is, I couldn't sleep.

I mean, I was thirsty.

I came down for a drink.

I put his water in your room.

I'm on a diet.

I wanted some tomato juice.

Tomato juice?

I see.

[MUSIC PLAYING]

Jenny.

Jenny.

I'm here, darling.

Mother is dead.

Try to rest, sweet.

You've got to get wet, you know.

And you won't leave him?

Will you?

Don't worry, darling.

I won't.

Keep you on, dumber.

She'll be asleep in a moment.

I gave her a mild set of them.

How is she, doctor?

Tell me truthfully.

I'm not happy about her

condition, Miss Jackson.

But between us, we'll manage all right.

And what that really means

is that you manage all right

and you're going to have to
be a little bit more of a child.

And I can assure you,

in a case of this kind,

falling so immediately on the shot.

Of course.

How would it be if I

used the adjoining bedroom

instead of the one I have now?

Then I could be near her at night.

Splint.

I can't tell you how glad I am that

you're here, Miss Jackson.

It's a terrible time

for the family, you know.

Yes.

Poor you, sir.

Yes, a fine, charming woman.

But I can't honestly

say it was unexpected.

I'm afraid something like

this was going to happen.

I had no idea her

condition was so serious.

I have all the serious when there's a

cardiac complication.

More than a year now, ever

since I was first consulted.

I've tried to persuade

her to go into a hospital.

And Max gave me full support.

But the most missing thing we do, and

that was entirely due

to Max's insistence, was to allow me to

call in other opinions.

And what was the result?

They merely confirmed my own diagnosis.

She better go on, Miss Jackson.

I want to look in on Max.

The court's chapter's

taking it very hard.

Tell her I'm from

you, Miss. From New York.

They jumped forward to me.

Excuse me, Miss. Does

this mean you're leaving us?

No. No, it doesn't.

Well, it was right, wasn't it?

I mean, it was just as

she would have wanted it.

Of course, Max. Who

would know better than you?

Thanks. You run long.

I think I'd like to be by my cell phone. I'm sorry. I'm sorry. Well, I'm sorry. I'm sorry. I'm sorry. I'm sorry. I'm sorry. You run long. I think I'd

like to be by my cell phone.

Oh, poor darling.

Come inside.

You look so tired, darling.

How sassy.

Much better. We mustn't talk too loud.

She didn't have a very good night, but

this morning her temperature went down

and she's been asleep for hours.

Good. You won't wear yourself out looking

after her, will you?

Oh, please don't worry

about it. You've got enough.

Max and I have just returned from

Millicent's funeral.

Yes, I know. I wanted to talk to you

before you went to it,

but there wasn't time.

Talk about it if you wanted, darling.

There's nothing to say, really.

It was all very quiet because she would

have liked it that way.

She hated fuss, especially about dying.

I've heard her say that a hundred times.

She used to think up all sorts of excuses

to get out of going to funerals.

Oh, I'm sure she would only

have wanted her own people.

It's just one thing, darling.

Oh, I suppose I'm being sentimental about

it, but somehow I like

the idea of a grave better.

I mean, you can go and put flowers...

Curtis, do you mean

your sister wasn't buried?

No, she was cremated.

Why, what's the matter?

The devil.

Well, what's wrong, Jenny?

What's wrong? Don't

you know? Are you blind?

Can't you see that something terrible's

been going on in this house?

[music]

What you seem to be trying to

say, is it Max's a murderer?

Have you gone out of your mind?

Curtis, don't jump to conclusions. Just

answer my questions, please.

Oh.

First, do you absolutely know he wasn't

out of the house the

night your aunt died?

Tell me, Curtis, do you?

And did Millicent ever say to you or to

anyone else that she

wanted to be cremated?

Or do you only have his word for it?

Oh, listen to me, darling, I'm not crazy.

And this is all terrible,

but you've got to reason.

Curtis, do you know any way he'd be

better off without your sister?

Tell me, Curtis, thanks. Thanks, Curtis.

I don't want you to

get me wrong about this.

I've been letting you talk because I

wanted to see how far you'd go.

Not because I was beginning to believe in

this impossible wild story of yours.

You wanted me to answer those questions I

will once and for all.

Max is my brother-in-law.

But he's been more to me and to Jackie

than my father ever was.

Max and my sister weren't just husband

and wife. They were lovers.

They loved each other more than any two

people I've ever known.

Curtis, you're not seeing straight.

Remember what I said.

I'm not likely to forget, am I?

You heard Max mutter something about Aunt

Sarah's death when he was out cold.

You think you saw two different glasses

by Millicent's

bedside the night she died.

You'll imagine there's something strange

in his enthusiasm for his work.

So all that added up makes him a murderer

who pushes old ladies down stairs.

And poisons his wife. The same wife, by

the way, whom he's adored for years.

And fussed over. And taken to doctors

every time she had the

scratch on her finger.

Oh, it's utterly insane.

Okay, I'm wrong out of my mind. In that

case, I better leave you.

Perhaps you have. Under the

circumstances, you wouldn't

feel very comfortable here.

Jenny. Jenny. I can't sleep.

What is it, darling?

I thought I heard Curtis.

But I guess I was dreaming.

You weren't dreaming, dear.

The doctor says you must rest.

You can see Curtis later

if you're a good girl, huh?

All right. Jenny.

What?

Does it hurt to die?

I don't think so, honey. I don't know.

But everything dies sooner or later.

But you have nothing to worry about. You

aren't going to die

yet for ages and ages.

Jenny, I love you. You

won't ever go away, will you?

Try and sleep, dear, huh?

I can't go until Jackie's a little

better. Another day

ought to do it, all right?

Of course.

She wanted to see you, but I told her not

now. She should rest.

Well, I've got to get back to the field.

I take it you won't

spread this propaganda.

I'm not likely to, am I? Not

after the way you carried on.

Jenny.

I think we've said all there is to be

said. And now if you don't mind.

First, do you absolutely know he wasn't

out of the house the night your aunt

died? Tell me, Curtis, do you?

And did Millicent not say you or to

anyone else that you wanted to cremated?

Or do you only have his words for it?

Oh, listen, darling, I'm not crazy. And

this is all terrible, but

you've got some reasons.

Curtis, do you know any way he'd be

better off without your

sister? Tell me, Curtis.

Thanks. Thanks, Curtis.

I don't know what Jackie and all of us

indeed would have done without you.

It's nothing really. Thank you, no.

You're not hungry?

It's so late.

Nor I.

But you surprised me. I thought theater

people were always a trifle voracious.

Hector's archerous with large appetite.

It's an occupational disease, you know.

Oh, thank you, no.

No coffee either?

No. How about a glass of milk?

There's nothing like milk at night to

make you sleep soundly.

Oh, to bring the young lady some milk.

No, I don't care for any, really.

Are you sure?

Yes, quite.

Never mind, Holt.

For now. Who's there?

What are you doing in here? You've no

right in here. Get out.

Don't be alarmed, Miss Jackson.

I had to see you alone.

Did you have to pick the middle of the night? No, I didn't. I
didn't. I didn't. I didn't. I didn't. I didn't. I didn't. Don't take the ball.

You're not you alone.

Did you have to pick

the middle of the night?

Yes, I couldn't help but overhear your

conversation with young

Mr. Curtis this morning.

The acoustics in this house are

unfortunate at times.

I'm sorry.

I know he's in bed.

I must confess I'm very nervous.

Miss Jackson, exactly what do you know?

Only little things

which seem to fit a pattern.

I can't prove he pushed all

his markin' down the stairs,

or poison poor Millicent,

if that's what you mean.

Besides, what could his motive be?

Money! Power!

He's insane, Miss Jackson.

A paranoic.

This particular delusion of grandeur is

in connection with his work.

Any idea what this

collection of business cost?

No.

I thought not.

You take, for instance, the little

Madonna figurine that we showed you,

the only working play

of Benvenuto Cellulis.

Does that piece cost you

two hundred thousand dollars?

Oh, you're joking.

Not at all, and I'd be the position to

know there are several other pieces

in the exhibition room that

are worth as much and more.

But that would make all that stuff worth

something near a million dollars.

A conservative appraisal, Miss Jackson.

And nobody is aware of that.

Nobody but me, who he trusts.

Oh.

I've got to get this straight.

You mean this sickness of his is getting

worse, sort of getting in control of him?

Yes, yes.

You see, he feels like a kind of god.

His wife is in his way.

She was obliged to remove her.

And yet, part of him is genuinely

distressed by her death.

The symptoms are clear.

Can't we get some doctor

and make him listen to us?

Remember, you could not even get Mr.

Curtis to take you seriously.

But if he's getting worse all the time,

he's probably going to

be able to get surely.

I guess they believe no.

But will that be soon enough?

You mean Jackie?

But why? That doesn't make sense.

Oh, he couldn't have had

anything to do with it being sick.

It was just that...

I don't think he did. This time?

But why should he ever?

Listen, Miss Jackson.

A week before Miss

Marquand had her accident,

when he had no money at all,

he was negotiating

for a certain Roman set

which follows the basis

of his connection now,

a week before Marquand.

And at this very moment, he's on the

verge of acquiring some new pieces,

which were offered to him six months ago,

in which then he said

he could not afford.

But what has all this to do with...

I don't know.

But I suspect there might be something in

all Miss Marquand's will.

That's it. The will.

That might be the

motive behind everything.

Do you think we can get

a copy of it, Mr. Foster?

Miss Marquand died in New York.

There should be a copy of the

will in the surrogate court.

Then I'll go tomorrow morning.

I'll say I have to see my agent.

Oh, that would be splendid.

You've no idea. I've

been worried about this.

But wait a minute. If I do go, will

Jackie be all right?

Perfectly. He's far too cautious to

attend anything so

soon after the funeral.

Then tomorrow it is.

Good night.

Good night. Good night.

Good night.

Good night.

And Jackie's so much better.

She'll be perfectly all right

with Mrs. Swenson at any rate

till I get back this evening.

I am sure she will be.

Then I'll leave right away so I can come back early. I'll have the chauffeur

drive you down to the station.

I'll take you into the city myself.

But unfortunately, I have a business

appointment in the other direction.

Oh, that's all right.

Then if you'll excuse me.

Of course.

Well, have a nice trip, Jenny.

Don't forget to come back.

Heaven only knows

what we'd do without you.

You'd manage.

Goodbye. Goodbye.

State of Sarah Markland.

Oh, yes. Thank you.

Pardon me.

Was my sister just here

looking at a record of a will?

I don't know.

What was the name?

Oh, the estate of Sarah Markland.

Oh, yes.

It's right here in the file, Troy.

Thank you.

Thank you very much.

Each beneficiary empowered to control the

investment income from such monies until

such time as the said female

issue shall become extinct.

Which means, Curtis, that the entire

state now becomes the

property of the child.

And the court will probably name the

stepfather's guardian.

Is that a satisfactory explanation?

Yes, quite.

Thanks. Goodbye.

Why, what's your hurry, Curtis?

Good evening, sir.

There was some mail.

I couldn't say it.

Nothing important.

It was Monday from the

Metropolitan House, I believe.

But again, I've told them a dozen times

the Roman collection is not the same.

Oh, just a minute, Foster.

I've been willing to talk to you.

Yes, sir.

Foster, aren't you a trifle

advanced in years for romance?

Aye.

Pardon me?

I'm referring to last night, or rather

the wee hours of this morning.

This has always been a respectable house.

No place for senile love affairs.

Perhaps I'd do you an injustice.

Perhaps it was not the whispers of Eros

which took you to that girl's room at

such an unconventional hour.

Mr. McCain?

Perhaps it was business.

Business in which you

should never have met her.

Please, Mr. McCain.

Mr. Foster, you're a scholar.

You've read history.

Have you no last words?

No gesture?

Nothing but pleas to offer posterity?

Why not?

Morituri tae salutamis.

Bruno!

Mr. McCain!

Bruno!

Think supper to the

humiliation of dying like a chicken.

Thank you.

How's Miss Jackie Holt?

All right, I expect, Miss.

Mrs. Winston gave her rather

large supper about an hour ago.

- Mrs. McCain here? - Yes, Miss.

I think you'll find him on the terrace.

Thank you. I'll see you later.

[knocking]

Mr. Foster?

[knocking]

Mr. Foster!

Open the door.

Are you looking for Foster?

Good evening, Jenny.

I'm sorry, but Foster was called away.

Telegram.

Oh.

He seemed upset and asked

me for leave of absence.

Some family trouble, no doubt.

Of course, I told him we were going to the hospital. But he's
not. He's not. He's not. He's not. He's not. He's not. He's not. He's not.

But he is. He's not. He's not. He's not. He's not. He's not. He's not. No, please. The family trouble, no doubt.

Of course, I told him to go at once.

Poor old chap.

You realize it's almost time for dinner?

Anything else, sir?

That'll be all.

I told you falsehood.

Foster did not receive a telegram.

I fired him.

I fired him because he had the temerity

to meddle in my private affairs.

And the idiocy to believe not only did I

kill my beloved wife,

but old Sarah Markman as well.

Good coffee, don't you think?

Now, as I was saying,

Foster had these insane notions, so

naturally I had to send him away.

But what really distresses me is to find

his wild opinion as shared by you.

I must ask you to leave

my house without delay.

Foster was right. You are a madman.

There's a train at

1110. I want you on it.

I will be.

I'll call the taxi for you.

Hello?

Would you send the taxi to

the Duquesne place right away?

What's that?

Oh, I see. None available.

Thank you anyway.

No, that's quite all right. We'll manage.

No taxis, I'm sorry to say.

I have a solution. You drive, I suppose.

Yes.

Very well. I'll lend you the small car.

Drive it to the station. You know the

road. You went that way this morning.

Then just leave the car there and I'll

have it picked up tomorrow.

That suits me.

That's settled in. How do

you just get your things?

What do you want? I'm

leaving as fast as I can.

I was just wondering, who else did you

speak to besides poor old Foster?

No one.

Are you sure you didn't mention these

lunatic suspicions to Curtis?

No, it wouldn't have been any use.

So you have some glimmerings of

intelligence after all.

It would, as you say, have

been no use. No use, whatever.

Curtis would see you for what you are in

a flash, a stupid, unbalanced feeling.

You're in the way. If you'll get on, I'll

be gone in five minutes.

Say that you are.

I wish you a pleasant journey.

I'll bet you do.

What are you doing here? Go back to bed.

Jenny, where is she?

She had to leave. She had a telephone

call from New York about a job.

Now go back to your room,

darling. It's very late.

You're a sick girl. You

shouldn't have gotten out of bed.

You're lying. I heard it

all. You sent Jenny away.

You made her go. You were

mean and hateful to her.

You said awful things.

Go back to bed right now. Do you hear me?

You're not what I thought. You're not what I thought.

You're not what I thought. You're not what I thought. You're not what I thought. You're not what I thought. You're not what I thought. You're not kind and good. You're cruel.

I think I hate you.

Go back into the house

right now before I...

(SIREN WAILING) Please, I need some help.

Delighted.

You.

(DOOR OPENS)

Oh, it's you, sir.

Miss Jackie felt it might be...

Jackie, is she up this time of night?

Well, sir, she's been

telling Mrs. Swenson some story.

Mrs. Swenson, where's Miss Jackson?

Curtis! Curtis!

Jackie, you come back to you.

Oh, Curtis!

Jenny and Max had a terrible fight and I

woke up and heard and I was scared

and Jenny went away in the little car to

the station and I couldn't sleep.

Where's Max now?

He went away in the big car. I had a good time.

He went away in the big

car right after Jenny went.

Oh, Curtis, I'm scared

and I want Jenny back.

How long ago did this happen?

About five or ten minutes ago.

Curtis, I'm scared

something awful is gonna happen.

Mrs. Swenson, look

after Jackie. I'll be back.

(TRAIN WHISTLE BLOWING)

(SIREN WAILING)

(TRAIN WHISTLE BLOWING)

(DOG BARKING)