All language subtitles for The Strange Mr. Gregory 1945

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Mr. Gregory, Mr. Gregory.

You are cold, sir.

Yes.

Is it Friday, 7 o'clock?

Yes, exactly as you predicted.

You have achieved the

Kali Mudra death chance.

Today is 17 hours, 45 minutes.

Just as I planned.

I have more confidence in my

powers after each experiment.

You checked thoroughly?

Yes, sir.

I detected no respiration

or pulse during the chance.

You were to all

intents and purposes dead.

But when your face actually took on the

pallor of death, I became worried.

Nonsense, Riker, nonsense.

The Kali Mudra death trances merely a

state of suspended animation.

And there's no danger to

anyone who's mastered it.

I suspended all sensation and volition.

I made time stand still.

Turn up the lights, tired of darkness,

get me a glass of water.

Yes, sir.

Mr. Gregory.

Oh, well, thanks, thanks.

It's time for the theater, sir.

Oh, I hate these interruptions.

Mr. Gregory, money is still the most potent of magics.

I'm not a man of the same nature. I'm a man of the same nature. I'm a man of the same nature. Money is still the most potent of magics.

That's right.

That's the truth.

What am I calling a cat tonight?

I'll walk.

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You were a great

success tonight, Mr. Gregory.

Thank you, Rigo.

Very appreciate a volume.

Very appreciate it.

Mr. Gregory never receives visitors.

But just for a few minutes, please.

I'm sorry, sir. It's impossible.

John, come. We must go.

Tell him to come in, Riker.

Thank you, Mr. Gregory.

My name is John Randall.

How do you do?

Mrs. Randall.

I'm delighted to see you.

I'm president of the local chapter of the

National Society of Magicians.

We had to come back and tell you about the work you did.

Well, I'm delighted to entertain a member

of my own profession.

Thanks for the compliment.

Magic is not my profession.

It's just a hobby of mine.

Come, John, I think we've delayed Mr.

Gregory long enough.

Oh, on the contrary.

I'm entirely at your service.

Every couple of weeks, the fellows in our

chapter get together

and we try out new tricks on each other.

Well, that must be interesting.

Boy, some of them are abuse.

I'll never forget the

time I tried to swallow fire.

Remember that, darling?

Got you.

Come, John, we must go.

Oh, I'm sorry, Mr. Gregory.

Once I get started, my poor wife has to

put up with me night and day.

She thinks it's all a lot of nonsense.

Oh, really?

It's a very understandable

skepticism, Mrs. Randall.

You see, most magic

is just plain trickery.

Uh, may I borrow your

handkerchief, please?

Go on, darling, go on.

Yes, I'll hold it.

Thank you.

Ah, you see, Ellen?

Oh.

What's the matter, dear?

Oh, nothing, just a thorn.

I didn't realize the rose was real.

Oh, I'm sorry.

Alarm me.

Well, thanks, Mr. Gregory.

It sure has been a pleasure.

It has indeed been a pleasure.

Good night.

Good night.

What's the matter, darling?

You didn't even say good night to Mr. Gregory. Oh, I'm sorry.

I just felt like I had to leave that room.

Is there anything more

you wish for tonight, sir?

Anything I wish?

Yes, Riker.

But unfortunately, it is a wish that

won't come true tonight.

Oh, that blood, sir.

You've cut yourself.

No, it's merely a scratch.

Oh, I forgot.

You wouldn't feel pain anyway.

Well, I'll have the handkerchief watch. Don't touch it. I'll have the handkerchief watch. Oh, I'll have the handkerchief watch. Well, I'll have the handkerchief watch.

Don't touch it.

Riker, a moment ago, you

told me I could feel no pain.

Complete control of the

mind, muscle, and nerves

creates an immunity to mortal suffering.

Of course, the hanger's

nose, the executioner's axe,

and the assassin's bullet could snuff out

the strongest resistance,

but, well, those I don't expect.

By the same token, I didn't

expect what happened tonight.

For tonight, Riker,

tonight, I do feel pain.

Well, what caused it, sir?

A woman.

A woman?

Yes.

Surely you've heard of the species, Riker.

Of course, none has

ever been in this house.

Here we live in the past

and come here to the future.

Perhaps that's an unhealthy way to exist.

Perhaps one should deal with

the present and what it offers.

Does this woman know that you...

She does not. But she will, Riker.

She will.

Good night. Good night. [music]

John! John! John!

What's the matter, darling?

Oh, I guess I was dreaming.

I'm sorry, dear.

You've scared some life out of me.

[laughs]

Mr. Gregory, that's the first time I've

ever heard you laugh.

Yes, and I'm afraid it

won't be the last, Riker.

Listen to this.

My dear Gregory, I would consider it an

honor if you could be present at our home

for a theater performance on the evening

of May the 9th for a

surprise birthday party

I am giving my wife.

Sincerely, John Randall.

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And what an evening

of magic that will be.

This is the woman you spoke of?

This is the woman I thought of.

With all the power of

will and vision I possess.

I knew this invitation would come.

I could have almost dictated it myself.

Come, Riker, the sugar.

First time you've

forgotten it for 15 years.

Look at that.

Yes, as I was saying, it

was an old Indian trick.

How about doing a cigarette trick for his

old man? I have plenty of them on me.

The Indian world trick.

When I was in Bombay before the war, I

saw the most wonderful Hindu faker.

Oh, thank you, Miss.

Oh, my dear. Mr. Gregory, please, won't

you saw a woman in half for us?

I'll volunteer.

What's that?

Oh, unfortunately, I don't

feel like cutting up tonight.

I left my saw at home tonight.

Oh, dear.

But I'll bet you don't need

a saw to saw a woman in half.

You can do it just with your eyes.

Ah, but the saw is quicker than the eye.

Come, Sheila, I can't

neglect my other guests, you know.

You're perfectly right, dear. After all,

this is John's big night.

Let's see the rest of

this three-ring circus.

And now, ladies and gentlemen, my great

and good friend will oblige us with a

piece de resistance of the evening.

Take it away, Gregory.

Come on, let's see this.

Ladies and gentlemen, tonight you have

witnessed some excellent

examples in the art of magic.

I, however, prefer the occult and

metaphysical sciences,

which man knows little about.

However, I have a little illusion that I

think might interest you all.

If I could have a table, please.

A table? Thank you.

I am.

Now, watch carefully.

Well, that's marvelous.

I wish I could do that.

How about one more, Gregory?

Very well, Mr. Randall,

if you will assist me.

Okay, I'll be your pigeon. Only don't

leave me hanging from a chandelier.

I promise.

Now, here, ladies and gentlemen, you have a straight piece of strong rope.

Now, watch very carefully. You see, three loops.

A useful device used in

medieval France for garroting.

Garroting?

Yes. Like this.

The slightest struggle on the part of the

victim and as the French say, finny.

That's a trick you could...

Sure choke over, isn't it?

I'll bet I can do that.

Unless you're contemplating murder, Mr.

Randall, I wouldn't

bother with that trick.

Well, don't worry. I'll

only practice on my friends.

It's a triple loop. That's the secret.

And, of course, skill.

Yeah. Say, thanks. Thanks.

Oh, Sheila, watch this. Here's a new trick.

I thought you'd be out

here. You were frightened.

I wouldn't hurt him. It

was merely a parlor trick.

You've had a strange influence over me

ever since the first time I saw you.

Almost as if it was something evil.

Oh, I don't mean your evil,

Mr. Gregory. I don't mean that.

It's just that...

I'm afraid of you.

Very afraid.

My husband likes magic.

His child likes a new toy.

It was always that

way with me, but now...

Now it has a deeper

meaning, perhaps, huh?

No, not a deeper meaning.

A more sinister meaning.

Look at me, Mrs. Randall.

Look at me.

"Sinister" is a harsh word.

You use it because

you don't understand me.

Yet.

You're beautiful, Ellen.

To me, you symbolize all the

beautiful women of history.

And you symbolize

everything I want in this world.

You're helpless, Ellen.

Ellen!

A great performance, Gregory.

Seems you saved your best

tricks for the end of the program.

That's what I call smart showmanship.

I'm sorry, Mr. Randall. It was something

that was inevitable.

So was this.

Don, you're a magician.

Make yourself disappear.

(Crickets chirping)

Darling, what happened?

All I remember is they kept

staring at me with those eyes.

Oh, darling, what's the matter with you?

Nothing, darling, nothing.

He lost his head and I lost my temper.

Let's forget all about it.

- Good morning,

darling. - Good morning, dear.

Oh, they're beautiful.

- But, Chilly, they're not from the

garden. - No, ma'am.

A delivery bar brought them.

I opened them so they wouldn't wilt.

There wasn't any car in close.

- That's strange. -

Probably our friend Gregory.

Even magicians must have remorse.

If they suddenly turn into white mice or

oboe players, I'll know you're right.

This is too lovely a

morning to talk about magic.

Speaking of magic, I

could use a flying carpet.

Only five minutes of

catchment trying to bite him.

Bye.

Bye.

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Just a moment.

- I'll take those. - Sure, my man.

- Oh, has Mr. Randall

left yet? - Yes, ma'am.

About a half an hour ago.

Thank you.

- Hi, honey, I'll see you

downtown in six for that. - Hi.

Kayla, what's this?

More roses.

This is probably some practical joker.

Well, I don't like your sense of humor.

Bye, dear.

Bye, dear.

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How many roses tonight, writer?

- Three, sir. - You will

deliver them yourself this time.

- Very good, sir. -

After tonight, only two more.

And then what?

We shall see.

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[door opens]

John.

John, please stop that hangman's trick.

It's making me so nervous.

Oh, I'm sorry, dear.

You know, once you start

this, you can't stop it.

Maybe this might have

a law against murder.

Can I feel a draft?

Must be in the hall.

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Just as I thought, somebody

left that window open again.

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John.

John.

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Here's Mr. Gregory.

You were in bed, Riker?

Well, it's very late, sir.

Not too late for what I have to say.

Sit down.

That Riker is my will.

You've seen many things in this house

which are, shall we say, mysterious.

You've been a faithful

and discreet servant,

and you're well provided for in my will.

Yes, sir. Thank you, sir.

Is there a particular

reason for telling me tonight?

Yes.

I have a premonition.

You know my psychic powers

tell me of approaching events.

There's danger ahead for me.

Violence.

From whom, sir?

That I am not sure of.

But listen carefully.

If I should die violently, and you

suspect the murderer,

say nothing of your suspicions.

But nothing.

Do you hear?

Nothing.

Yes, sir.

I tell you this because I must protect

the one person in the world I love,

even if it means also

protecting the murderer.

You will make no

mistake about this, Riker.

Oh, there are two

other things I wish to say.

The balance of my estate goes to my

brother, Lane Talbot, who is in New York.

I've already wired him of my premonition,

and he's prepared for all news.

The last request you already know.

Bury me quietly and without ceremony.

And follow the

instructions we talked about before.

Is that clear?

That's all, Riker.

Yes, sir.

That's all.

Where's Gregory?

It's too late for visitors.

Let him come in, Riker.

Good evening, Mr. Randall. Won't you come in? I've never seen Stephen eastern.

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Mr. Gregory.

Mr. Gregory!

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Well, that's the end

of the line for Gregory.

Yeah, let's get out of here. We can watch

the old man McCar just as well.

Okay.

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That's right, sir.

I heard nothing the

night of Mr. Gregory's death.

You see, I don't sleep well, sir.

And it was only because I knew that Mr.

Gregory often worked late that I decided

to go to the study with some coffee.

He was on the floor.

Yes, yes, I know all that. All I want to

know is, who do you

think could have killed him?

I don't know, sir. Mr. Gregory had no

enemies, to my knowledge.

[Door creaks]

Oh, boys. What do you think?

Well, I think the old guy's a little

barmy, but not enough to commit a murder.

How about you, Doc?

Definitely a case of strangulation.

Personally, I suggest

that you bring it...

But don't tell me homicide

by persons or person unknown.

This case has been a picnic for the

papers because Gregory was a mysterious

guy, full of tricks and magic.

Anyway, whoever killed him must have been

a magician too, because he certainly left

a clean slate behind him.

I've held the old man three days for

questioning, and

that's as far as I can go.

Release Riker, but tail

him until further notice.

That's all for now, boys. We keep your

eyes open. You never

know when we'll get a break.

Until I get some evidence I can sink my

teeth into, we'll ride with this.

Brian, get a hold of the

reporters and just say...

The four o'clock news broadcast.

Well, the latest on the Gregory murder

mystery is that it is to be listed as a

murder by person or persons unknown.

The suspect Riker has...

Now, I won't have to listen to that

plastic thing every minute.

But, John, can you believe them? It may

be a trap on the part of the police.

I've told you for days I didn't do it.

Of course, I was afraid of being involved

because I was there. You know that.

So does that old man. He must have seen

what happened and didn't want

to notice the man to suffer.

Now, listen to me. We've been through

enough these past few days, we've almost

hated each other because...

Well, I know you

suspected and didn't believe me.

Now, I'm going to tell you a couple of

things you can believe.

I love you, Willem.

Now, we're going away together right now.

Come on, let's pack.

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Oh, good evening. Are you Riker?

Yes, my name is Riker.

Who are you?

Well, look, man, don't shake so. I didn't

mean to scare you to death.

But when Roman answered the

doorbell, I just walked in.

Well, you see, Mr. Gregory enclosed the

door key in his letter.

I'm Lane Talbot, his brother.

Oh.

Well, pardon my alarm, Mr. Talbot.

I'm an old man and it's lonesome here.

Of course, I've never

seen you before, but...

I knew Mr. Gregory had

written you when he...

Oh, yes, yes, I know.

You ever faced that brother of mine?

I never knew him very

well. In fact, no one did.

I'm afraid they're not going to have a

chance to know, are they?

If you're staying here, Mr. Talbot, I

better fix your room for you.

Oh, just a moment. I want

you to do something for me.

Oh, come on over here with me.

Mind sitting down at the desk?

I want you to write something.

All right, right, please.

William Riker, write this...

so that all may know...

the murderer of my employer, Mr. Gregory.

Oh, no, no, write, ma'am. Write. Come on.

My hand trembles in fear...

even as I write.

For I am afraid the man...

who killed my employer...

will kill me.

He knows...

I know...

his guilt.

You have to hold your

curiosity for now, write.

Write.

I kept his name a secret...

at the command of my employer.

He did not want to hurt...

the woman he loved.

But now I give the name...

John Randall.

He killed my employer...

with a device...

that Mr. Gregory...

in his kindness...

had taught him.

I leave this...

where only my death...

can bring it to light.

A death...

which may come to me any minute.

A death...

which is hovering over me now.

Don't stop now, don't stop now, go on, go on.

Write. Good.

Now sign.

Thank you, Lykker.

You've been faithful to the end.

I'm not afraid of you.

I'm afraid of you. I'm afraid of you. I'm afraid of you. I'm afraid of you. [music]

Mr. Gregory.

Yes, it is I.

Come back from the tomb.

I'm quite pleased you

didn't recognize me, Lykker.

For now I know that no

one will ever recognize me.

I am Lame Talbot...

the brother I created in my own mind.

One of my cleverest feats of magic.

You were old, Lykker.

What I do I must do.

No, this is not him!

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Hey, what's this?

It says please deliver

to the district attorney.

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I'll put the car away later, Dolly.

Hello, Mr. Randall.

Hello. What do you want?

We've been waiting for you. What's been

keeping you so long?

We've been in the country.

I guess they don't have newspapers or

radios up there, eh?

You see, the story leaked out on us and

we thought you might hold up.

So what are you talking about?

Well, come on down to

headquarters, Mr. Randall.

They'll tell you all about it.

You too, Mrs. Randall. I've read you Lykker's complete statement

as it was found in the tomb.

This cuff link was found

hidden among Lykker's effects.

It has the same initials as in your name.

Do you deny it's yours?

No.

But I do deny I killed

Gregory or anybody else.

We're only interested

in Gregory at the moment.

If you're as innocent as you say, you're not. You're not. You're not. You're not.

So tell me.

I'll end this up getting

your 270,000 door open.

Is he just a m mattress?

It isn't a m mattress. Oh, yeah. Ross, I sat on the pizza.... You're not [Music]

I don't have to convince you any further

that John Randall has lied.

We have proved this to be a diabolically

and cunningly planned murder,

executed ironically enough by a rope

trick the victim taught the accused.

After many years'

experience with crime in every form,

I say with the utmost

conviction that this man is guilty,

and as such deserves the full and final

penalty of this date.

[Crowd noise]

Can you give that to the defense

attorney, Mr. Blair, please?

[Crowd noise]

Your Honor, if the court pleases, I would

like to call to the stand a man who has

just entered this courtroom,

Gregory's brother, Mr. Lane Talbot.

[Crowd noise]

Has the prosecution any objection?

No, Your Honor. Call

your witness, Mr. Blair.

Mr. Talbot, will you

take the stand, please?

[Crowd noise]

Raise your right hand. You solemnly swear

to tell the truth, the whole truth, and

nothing but the truth to help you?

I do.

Be seated. State your name in full.

Lane Talbot.

Mr. Talbot, I understand you wish to

offer some testimony,

pertinent to this trial?

Well, not testimony, sir, but rather some

facts pertaining to

my brother's character.

Well, you see, I just arrived from the

east, and naturally I have no first-hand

information or facts

about the murder, but,

well, death is always a shock, but in my

case, I felt rather a feeling of relief

when I learned my brother was dead.

Why do you say that?

Well, unfortunately, I knew my brother as

few others knew him.

He, uh, he was insane.

Please don't misunderstand me. I don't

mean to be a psychiatrist, but, uh, I

merely am the brother of a man who led a

very strange and unnatural life.

He was known as a magician, but, uh, his

real activities went far beyond the

parlor variety of tricks.

He was an equipomancer,

a master of black magic.

He had the powers to influence and

hypnotize those he needed to command

their minds into evil channels.

Now, of course, I don't know Mr. Randall

personally, but if he is guilty of my

brother's death, I bear him no malice.

For if my brother had continued to live,

he might have been a

great menace to society.

Would you get some water, please?

Ellen. Ellen.

Good afternoon.

How do you do?

My name is Lane Talbot.

I'm calling on Mrs. Randall.

Won't you come in?

Thank you.

I'm Sheila Edwards, a

friend of Mrs. Randall's.

How do you do?

I was in court yesterday

when you gave that testimony.

Won't you come into the study?

Thank you.

Won't you sit down?

Oh, thank you.

Tell me, Mrs. Randall, is she, uh...

Still resting.

The doctor was here after her collapse in

court yesterday and

he ordered her to bed.

I've done all I could

to help her, poor dear.

Yeah, she's going through so much.

I came here today to express my sympathy.

Well, I know she'll appreciate that.

Mr. Talbot, did you mean all those things

you said about your brother?

Mean them? Well, yes, of course.

I only hope I've been

some help to Mrs. Randall.

Well, it certainly proves that blood

isn't thicker than water.

That's a little

important and life's a stink.

You're a remarkable man, Mr. Talbot.

The admiration's mutual, Mrs. Edwards.

There should be a verdict

on the case any minute now.

The jury's been out ten hours.

I'll turn the radio on.

I don't want Ellen to

hear it if it's bad.

Ellen, I'm sorry.

Whatever it is, I have to hear it in bed.

I heard your voice, Mr. Talbot.

I shouldn't have disturbed you.

I'm glad you came. My

mind is more at ease.

When I first saw you yesterday, I...

Naturally, the resemblance to my brother

must have been a shock.

Only in looks, but not in character.

I can't thank you enough.

Ellen, please sit down. You shouldn't

have gotten out of

bed in the first place.

It's of no matter.

Sheila, would you turn off the radio? I

have such a headache.

Of course, yes.

We interrupt this program to

bring you a special bulletin.

A verdict has just been brought in by the

jury on the Gregory murder trial.

John Randall was found

guilty of manslaughter.

The jury recommended clemency.

There is little doubt that the

sensational testimony by the dead man's

brother had much to do with the verdict.

If I can be of any help...

You've been very kind, Mr. Talbot.

Come on, Ellen.

Good afternoon, Mr. Talbot.

Good afternoon, Mrs. Randall.

I don't know about

you, but I need a drink.

That's not a bad idea.

Did any card come with him?

It was unnecessary. Same

person sends him every day.

You like Lane very much, don't you?

Yes. Well, than any man I know.

He's different without trying to be

gracious, thoughtful, and yet underneath

it there's a lot of fire.

You're certainly

supplying the kindling, darling.

You've seen him almost

constantly for three weeks.

Don't worry. I haven't

burnt my fingers yet.

Oh, that reminds me.

I've got to go downtown, get a manicure

and shampoo, and be back here by three.

Lane comes at three?

Mm-hmm. Oh, heavens.

It's eleven o'clock already.

Hello.

Well, Mrs. Randall, this is a surprise.

Are you sure it's not a

disappointment? Sheila isn't here.

Oh, no?

No, she went downtown on Samaritan's.

Some of them I thought up

for her at the last moment.

You did?

Will you have a drink?

Yes, I'll have one. Thank you.

Aren't you having any?

No, I don't think so.

Thank you.

Mr. Talbot, you're...

Why don't you call me Lane?

All right, Lane, then.

You're very fond of Sheila, aren't you?

I don't know.

Should I be?

Well, she thinks you are.

My dear,

under other circumstances, I could tell

you something that's more important to me

than anything else in this world.

Important?

Incredibly important.

It's you.

That's hardly the thing to say to a woman

in my position, with

her husband saying...

Excuse me, Helen.

I, uh...

You know, I never

intended to mention this, but...

I only wanted to be near you.

That's...

That's why I've been seeing Sheila.

You must have known

that you must have felt it.

I have to be near you.

We have to be near each other.

Don't you see that?

There's no escape.

Lane, I'm not going to admit what I feel.

But ever since that day in the courtroom,

there's something I can't control.

I hate both you and myself for it, yet

there's nothing I can do about it.

I wanted you to stay out of this house.

Yet I planned it so

you'd be here with me alone.

I wanted you to be with Sheila.

Then I hated her for being with you.

I must be ill.

You're in love.

No, I'm not.

Look at me.

Look at me.

[music]

Yes?

Miss Edwards would like to see you.

Kindred.

Hello, Sheila.

Hello, Mr. Blair.

Sit down.

What's the matter? You

don't look very cheerful.

I don't feel very cheerful.

Mr. Blair, it's happened.

You mean the trombot?

Yes.

I walked in on the one notice.

She can't stay away from him.

Oh, I knew it.

I knew it. I felt it all along.

Now, wait a minute, Sheila.

Perhaps you misunderstood what you saw.

After all, remember

where Ellen's husband is.

It'd take a lot to convince me that she'd

even look at another man.

That's not it.

It's when he looks at her.

He deadens and drugs her with his eyes.

It's hypnosis.

And she can't fight it.

I told you I'd try to make love to me so

he'd have a reason to call up the house.

Of course, I never let

him suspect what I thought.

I wanted to catch him at his own game.

Oh, he's smart, all right.

He used me to make her jealous.

Made her come to him.

That's all very true, Sheila.

I'm still not convinced.

There was more to your point.

I brought you a card and

clothes and the flowers, he said.

The handwriting compared almost

identically with his so-called brothers.

Then you check New

York and every place else.

There is no lame Talbot.

But there is a Gregory,

and he's very much alive.

You know, the district

attorneys, they were wrong.

Yes, but I know what will

happen to Ellen if we're right.

Oh, look, there's one sure proof.

Why can't we go there tonight?

All right.

I don't take a chance, although I'm old

enough to know better.

You go back to Ellen's and keep an eye on

her, and I'll meet you at 7 o'clock.

Get me the district attorney's office.

Is he going with us?

Well, I'm going to tell

him what our suspicions are.

If he wants to go along, well, I'm good.

You run along, keep an eye on Ellen.

Yeah?

He's not in?

Now, this is Mr. Blair speaking.

Tell him I've had a tip that

Gregory may still be alive,

and tonight I'm going out

to his tomb to investigate.

Ellen!

Yes, dear?

I'm coming right down.

[rain]

Well, you wouldn't be happy about

something, would you?

I've got a wonderful surprise.

But first, we're going to have a drink.

I don't want a drink.

But this is a very special toast.

Come on.

Ellen, just a minute.

What's this toast about?

It's to our trip.

What trip?

We're going to South America.

You and Leyla myself.

I don't look so surprised.

It's a wonderful idea.

Whose idea is this?

Lane.

Well, why didn't he tell me himself?

Well, he wanted to make

sure that I'd go along.

Make the proper, you know.

He thinks of everything.

That includes you, Sheila.

He's very fond of you.

Fond of me?

Oh, really?

You're more of a fool than I thought.

How dare you talk that way to me?

I ought to do more than that.

I ought to shake you until your brain is

clear of whatever he puts in it.

Jealousy can certainly make a

good-looking woman ugly.

Whatever I look like,

it's not from jealousy.

Why wouldn't have that man

in the same state with me?

Oh, Ellen, listen.

Doesn't he remind you of someone?

Someone who ruined your life before?

If you mean Gregory, I've told you.

I forbid the mention of his name.

But he was here,

right here in this house.

Lane and I never speak of him.

Why, if it wasn't for

Lane, John might have...

You've hinted at this

preposterous thing before.

Gregory is dead, or didn't you know?

Very well.

But I'm going someplace tonight where

I'll prove that that's the

biggest hoax of the century.

Hello?

Hello, Lane. I was

just talking about you.

Was everything all right?

You know, I had a feeling

you were upset about something.

Well, it is funny. I just

had a little scene with Sheila.

There's nothing really.

Sheila?

Yes, you know, I do think she's jealous.

She acted up when I

told her about the trip.

Said all kinds of fantastic things.

Like what, for instance?

That's your nut, Gregory.

That's Gregory's

father, but Gregory is still.

That's fantastic.

She said she was going someplace and I

wish she could prove it.

What a girl's crazy.

Now don't you worry, honey.

I'll see you tonight later.

All right. Goodbye.

Goodbye.

She's your own Sheila.

There's a body in here.

You're not a person.

Well, is Gregory all right? Here, take a look. I think I've seen myself 17

different kinds of a fool.

I could have sworn Talbot was Gregory.

Don't take it that hard, Sheila. It was a good hunt, so we're trying.

I don't see the DA to explain that message. Well, I'm going with you. After all, it was my idea. You shouldn't take the blame. Randall's attorney has a

tip that Gregory may be alive.

He's gone to the tomb to investigate.

Get me the cemetery

caretaker on the pole.

Hello.

This is the district attorney.

Have you seen anyone prowling around

Gregory's tomb tonight?

No, nobody's been here tonight.

Are you sure?

Sure, I'm sure.

Would you check for me?

Okay, I'll go check anyway.

Hello.

Yes, I went over there. I found nobody.

But I did find the tomb door unlocked,

and Gregory's casket is empty.

Empty?

Keep a watch on that

tomb. I'll be right over.

Well, what do you know about that?

Gregory's body has disappeared.

Disappeared?

I suppose you got my message.

Yes, we went to the tomb on

the bare suspicion that...

Mr. District Attorney, it was my idea

about going to the tomb.

I talked Mr. Blair into it.

You see, I thought

Gregory was still alive.

But after I saw the body...

You saw Gregory's body?

Yes, we did.

All I know is it was an unusual

procedure, but you see,

we both thought there was a possibility

that he wasn't dead.

However, now we know.

But I just got through

talking to the caretaker.

He went to look for you and came back and

saw that Gregory's casket was empty.

What?

But I saw an eye in there.

So did I, and there's

no mistake about it.

It was Gregory.

There's something fishy going on.

We're going to the cemetery.

I'm the District Attorney.

Has anyone been around

here since I talked to you?

No, sir. Everything is just as it was

since I checked for you a while ago.

Check the other casket

and see if that's empty too.

All right.

There's a body in there, Chief.

Same guy we had in custody

after Gregory got bumped off.

Call the President Wharton.

Tell him we have some new

evidence on the Gregory case.

All right.

Better post a man here.

Okay.

- Evening, Miss Tell. - Good evening.

- I'll tell Mrs. Randall

to appear. - Oh, thanks.

Hello?

Who's calling, please?

District Attorney?

Just a minute. I'll call you.

[music]

Mr. Talford is downstairs, and the

District Attorney is on the phone.

- The District Attorney? - Yes, ma'am.

Hello?

Hello, Mrs. Randall. This

is the District Attorney.

Your husband will be

released in the morning.

Wonderful.

I now have definite proof

that Talford is actually Gregory.

If you should hear from him, I want you

to contact me immediately.

He's downstairs waiting for me now.

Splendid. Try and detain him.

I understand.

I'll try to detain him until you arrive.

Go and wait me right over.

- Where's Gregory? - I don't know.

When I came downstairs, he disappeared.

- I've been so terribly frightened. -

Make a thorough search of the house.

- You don't think he's still here? -

Probably not, but until he's caught,

this house will be guarded day and night.

Come upstairs and lie down for a while.

Well, I finally got her to go to sleep.

Remember, she's been

through an awful lot.

Yes, but even when she's

asleep, she still sees Gregory.

Her little time won't cure that.

I've done with her any of

us. Never see him again.

I hope not.

[music]

Don't cry out.

It wouldn't do you any good for me.

The police can do nothing.

I can get away from them any time.

But you will.

You.

I can never get away from them.

This was meant to be.

You betrayed me.

The spell is broken.

And now--

[screams]

- I'm here! - Back the action, boys.

[music]

John!

I told Raka,

nothing had hurt me

except the hangman's noose.

The executioner's axe,

or the assassin's bullet.

Those I didn't expect.

But tonight again,

I do feel pain.

Good.

[music]