All language subtitles for The Mind Reader 1933. VO (Roy del Ruth).Warren William,Constance Cummings-zepol

And now, my friends, if there are any
among you suffering from that scourge of

mankind, toothache, let him step up here
and be relieved instantly, painlessly,

and without charge.

Go on, Hank.

Oh, well.

Relax, my friend. It'll all be over
before you know it. Be careful, Doc.

She's awful sore.

You won't even feel it, my good fellow.

And now, my friend, you'll notice how
quickly and painlessly all this is done.

No surgical shock and no nervous strain
on the patient.

All right, my friend, let's have a look
at it.

Open wide, please.

Uh -huh.

Acute hemorrhoidal laparotomy.

Fortunately, it is one of my
specialties.

All right now, friend, relax.

Relax.

Open wide.

The gentleman says he never even felt
it.

And now, my friends, who else wants a
bottle of kink away?

That magic hair tonic. The miracle
preparation of the age, my friends.

A great kind of a gift to mankind.

Are we asking a dollar for this
priceless fluid? We are not. Half a

For the price brings him a 25 cents per
fourth part of a silver dollar, you are

privileged to take home with you a
bottle of this magic lotion.

It gives your head a straight, strong,
glossy hair that has the ladies leaping

in your lap.

Excuse me, boss, but you sold me a
bottle of that stuff down in Birmingham

month. Well, it worked, didn't it?

patience, endurance, and fortitude.

Think of it, my friends.

32 days balanced on the needle like
point of a flagpole on his way to a new

world record.

Oh, say, mister, can I ask you a
question?

Sure.

What was he, what?

Oh, say, that's a professional secret.

Oh, baloney.

Come on down, we're a bust.

What's wrong?

I reckon it's all wrong.

If the whole population was lying on its
back, it wouldn't look up at you.

No customers, huh?

No. Must be the Depression or something.

Of all the penny -pinching yaps ever
gathered together in one spot, they

wouldn't give a dime to see the Statue
of Liberty do the rumba.

Step right this way, folks.

This is the greatest show on the lot.

Admission only 25 cents.

Never make you, never break you, never
start you in any legitimate business.

Speculation, folks, is the life of
trade.

Look, folks, he tells the past, the
present, and the future. He answers your

questions on money, marriage, and love.

There's a guy with a sweet right.

Admission only 25 cents.

Don't crowd, don't push.

There's room inside for all.

Look how he's pulling them in.

Let's go and see what he's got.

I know you'll enjoy this show, folks.

The party wants to know...

If the handsome gentleman from the
Oklahoma oil fields will propose

to her.

Is that your question, lady?

It sure is.

He's wonderful.

That thing's a plant.

She used a shield for me in an auction
in Frisco.

There's 40 people in this joint.

At 25 cents a head, that's 10 bucks of
sucker money.

Boy, what a gold mine this is.

Hey, pipe down, pipe down.

The first thing to be done to the
crystal gazer is to rub the palms of the

briskly for several minutes. Pick up the
crystal with the left hand and make

several passes with the right hand over
and above the crystal, which will have a

tendency to magnetize it and bring
results more quickly.

Always gaze calmly into the crystal, but
do not at any time strain the eyes.

Try to avoid winking.

There's a difference between staring and
gazing.

It says here that 30 million people
spend about 125 million bucks every year

just to get their fortunes told and
their minds read.

125 million smackers.

Say, how long has that been going on?

Gee.

Gee, I must have been daffy to overlook
this.

It's a sure cleanup.

Any schoolboy can get rich doing it. All
you got to do is look wise.

Tie a bath towel around your head and
tell the chumps what they want to hear.

The whole world's full of hopeful
suckers. Just keep promising them

They'll believe you.

And pay for it, too. Pay big.

Look.

Little lady, listen well.

I see a tall, handsome, dark,
distinguished -looking gentleman.

A man with millions and millions.

Made in the cattle business in the
Argentine. And don't kid yourself.

There are plenty of dames who'll go for
that hooey.

And now we gotta get a name. A name
that'll catch their eye and stick in

minds. Something that great.

A great something.

Leblanc. Levone.

Devone. The great Levone.

The great Devone. The great Bologna.

Boy, that's a pip, the great Bologna.
Yeah, silly. Why don't you try helping

Perfect. Look.

Look. Look at that.

Just what we need. Just a name for me.

Chandra?

Or Cookies?

Chandra.

Chandra the Great.

Chandra the Great reads your mind like
an open book.

Ladies and gentlemen, it is now my
pleasure to introduce to you the world's

master of mental mysticism.

Chandra, the great.

I shall now pass among you, giving each
and every one of you a piece of paper on

which to write your questions.

Don't let your neighbor see what you
write.

Have you faithfully performed your
mission?

Are all the questions in the basket?

Yes, great master.

Burn them.

And sign them to the flame.

I have lost my keys.

Please tell me where I can find them.

Signed, George Thomas.

George Thomas has lost his keys.

I see them.

Yes, I see them at home.

They are in the door of your liquor
cabinet. Who won the fourth race at

Sam? Blue Boy.

Well, I'd drop another two bucks.

Who'd you bet on?

Rollaway. That guy old couldn't beat a
fat woman going up a hill.

He showed plenty of speed at Latonia.
Yeah?

Raising a lot of cockroaches?

Besides, he wasn't in the second race.

You trying to tell me he didn't win the
second race at Latonia last Saturday?

I'm telling you he wasn't in the second
race. He was in the fourth race.

Conditions in the spirit world seem
disturbed.

Get your dough out.

A dollar will get you ten.

A dollar?

I ain't gonna bet you. I'm a sporting
man.

Ah, everything is clear again.

Am I going to marry and settle down
here, or will I go to Chicago

and look for a job?

Signed, Sylvia R.

I see a little lady who is perplexed as
to her future, whether to stay

in this city.

and enjoy the soft protection of
matrimony, or to fare forth and hew out

commercial career for herself in
Chicago.

The solution to your problem depends
entirely

upon yourself. But I can state that

a very great change

is coming into your life very soon, my
dear Sylvia R.

Did you ask that question?

Yes, I did.

He's daffy.

You don't really believe all that hooey,
do you?

Why, I certainly do.

I won five bucks on roll away in the
second race of Latonia, I'm telling you.

The only bet I win in a month. Am I
going to forget it?

I'm telling you, that beetle wasn't in
the second race.

Pete Slovak, you are wondering whether
you are going to have any children.

I don't see you having any children at
all.

But I see your wife having three.

Well, that's enough for those yaps,
Chan.

This concludes my public demonstration
for today, but I can be found between

hours of 10 a .m. and 3 p .m. every day,
with the exception of the Sabbath, at

your charming little hostelry, the
Commercial House, 2nd and Market

Suite A.

Those with pressing personal problems
may come to me there for private

All communication sacred and
confidential.

The fee is one dollar.

a private interview for the small sum of
what dollar?

Here you are, folks. Make an appointment
here for a private reading.

It's only a dollar. Here you are, folks.
Step right up.

Learn

of

private matters in a private interview
for the small sum of what dollar? Here

you are, folks. Step right up.

Well, how are the suckers? You get any
nibbles? Beautiful.

Five yaps, and two of them look awful
promising. One dame's married to the

National Bank here in town.

I'll have the spirits tell her to give
us a couple of liberty bonds.

Maybe you won't have to.

I just grabbed this letter. I haven't
had a chance to open it yet, but it

fat. Hey, why don't you lay off that
petty larceny stuff?

Someday you'll get your mitt caught in
an orchard gate trying to steal a rotten

apple and crab the racket for all of us.
Excuse me, gentlemen. I lost my purse.

I'm sure I lost it in here.

During the performance, madam?

Yes, I know. I had it when we came in.
All my rent money was in it. Almost $50.

You didn't lose it. Somebody stole it.

Mr. Chandra, surely you can help me
locate it?

The location of missing articles is
often very difficult.

But if you'd care to have a private
reading tomorrow, I might be able to

you.

Mr. Franklin, give the lady a card.

Good night, madam. I hope you find me.

Oh, Andy, you didn't drop it in the
street. I've looked everywhere.

Can't you help us?

Why, possibly, my dear.

Possibly. But I tell you, it isn't here.

But what are we going to do?

We need that money so badly.

Quiet, please.

I see a purse.

A brown purse with silver trimmings.
Yes, yes, that's it. Your purse is

in the shadow.

Under a coat.

A gray coat.

The man who has it is clutching it
tightly. He is trembling.

Uneasy.

He is a man of medium height.

Straight, dark hair.

Aqualine features.

He is perspiring.

I can see him so clearly, I can almost
put my hand

on him.

He has a long gray beard. He is a
farmer.

But how can I get it back?

I can't tell you the exact address.

But I can go unerringly to the house.

If you will give me your name and
address, I will guarantee to return your

aunt's bag with its contents intact by
tomorrow.

Oh, Mr. Chandra, how can we ever repay
you? The privilege of serving youth and

beauty is payment enough.

Here's my address.

Thank you so much, Mr. Chandra. It's
nothing, nothing at all.

And rest assured, your property will be
retired.

That's what I call a pretty dame. Well,
not worth 50 bucks.

I can get you 10 dames for 50 bucks.

Come on, give it to me.

Oh, Chan, you're breaking my heart.

really saved our lives. I don't know
what we would have done if we lost that

money. Things are as bad as that, eh?

Well, I haven't worked since last
spring.

You're much too pretty to work anyway.

That wasn't why I lost my job. The
factory closed.

You mean to say that you worked in a
factory?

Mm -hmm.

Stenographer.

Living in this town, you've got a job
that's dull enough, but when you're not

working, it's deadly.

Oh, well, let's not talk about my
troubles anymore. I'm sick of them.

I don't see how people stay more than a
week in one place.

It must be glorious to live the way you
do.

New faces, new scenes, meeting
interesting people.

I guess I'm pretty lucky. I have an
interesting life, a congenial

And the satisfaction of knowing that
you're helping people wherever you go.

And yet the responsibilities of my
profession are quite heavy.

My daily public appearances, my private
readings.

To say nothing of my mail.

Why, would you believe it?

I never get less than 300 letters a
week.

Boys, this is Miss Roberts.

Mr. Franklin and Sam.

How do you do?

That's a nice looking girl.

She ought to be. For 50 bucks.

Eat, is the point.

I had no idea people depended on you so.

They have great confidence in me.

It's my life's work.

Never to betray them.

But do you have to answer all these
letters?

And by tomorrow, there'll be twice as
many.

It's getting beyond me.

I wish I could help you.

Look, if you'll dictate the answers,
I'll type them.

Well, that would be great, but we're
leaving town on Sunday.

Why couldn't I go with you?

I told you last night that a great
change was coming into your life.

It's here.

You're hired.

Do you mean that?

Shake.

I tell you, these village bells are
dynamite. All you have to do is shake

with one of them and say, Hello, jail.

You fish will get us all shot.

We lot will get tarred and feathered.

You guys don't understand.

I get it. You don't have to draw me no
diagrams.

Most likely she's underage. All hick
dames are.

The minute they get into court, they're
all 16 or under.

You got me wrong.

Did you ever hear of a guy named Mann?

He's got an act.

And he ain't in vaudeville.

Remember that little blonde tomato in
Potsdown?

You ducked a jute in the left time by a
whisker, and here you go again.

Listen, you chumps.

That girl's going along as my secretary.

She's gonna do her work, get paid, and
that's all there is to it. Yeah?

What are we stopping for?

I don't know.

What is it?

Hot pots.

How long will we be here?

Oh, about half hour, I guess.

Come on, let's get some air.

I've seen pictures of places like this,
but I never believed it.

Oh, I wish we could...

I wish I could stay here forever.

Won't you make it weave?

Maybe.

Well, staying here forever wouldn't be
such a bad idea.

What about the train?

Well, after all, I was only wishing.

Beautiful.

Yes, it is gorgeous, isn't it? Not it.

You.

Do you really mean that, or are you just
trying to make me happy?

Both.

I mean it, and I'd like nothing better
in the world than to make you happy.

Oh, you're sweet.

What's on your mind?

You ought to know. You're the mind
reader.

One look from you and my power of
concentration is scattered.

Really?

I haven't thought of much else except
you for the last few weeks.

I think about you all day.

I dream about you at night.

You ever think of me?

Of course.

What? What do you see in your crystal?

I see us becoming good friends.

Close friends.

Closer and closer.

Wouldn't that be glorious?

I see us brought together by that
universal force.

The power that makes these blossoms.

The urge that makes all of life.

The force that makes the world go round.

Love.

And I suppose all this is very far in
the future?

No. Well, when?

Now.

I can see you in my arms.

I hear you say, I love... And I can hear
the train

whistle. Come on, we'll have to run for
it.

I have been married ten years.

I love children.

Will I ever have a baby?

Signed, Mrs.

B.

I have saved up $900.

Please advise me what would be a good
investment.

So this is the way he reads their minds.

I thought Chan told you to stay out of
here while he's working.

Sure he did, and now I know why.

Well, I told him when he took you with
the show he was shaking hands with

trouble.

My good friends, this will conclude the
performance.

Chan's gonna be sore if he finds you in
here. Lying and cheating the public,

that's a fine way to make a living.

Sylvia.

I'm ashamed of you.

I admit that this part of my act is a
fake. It's got to be. The great Chandra.

All these fairy tales about your
supernatural powers.

Sylvia, I have supernatural power.

Yes, this looks like it.

What did I tell you?

Danger's just bad news. That's what they
are, just bad news.

Come on, get out of here. Get out. All
right, all right, don't call me out.

I ain't the one sore at you. It's your
funeral.

Sylvia, this is very simple to explain.

Would you have contempt for a man who
advertises the goods he wants to sell?

What's that got to do with it?

My occult power is my stock in trade.

I use a little ballyhoo to attract
attention.

Is it wrong for the manufacturers of
soap, toothpaste, chewing gum,

to ballyhoo their product?

To advertise them in newspapers and
magazines?

To plug them on the radio?

But that's different.

They're trying to sell honest
merchandise.

So am I.

There is no difference.

I'm just trying to convince the public
that it's worth their while to pay for a

private reading.

And, my dear, I assure you, when I'm
alone with a client and it's quiet and I

can concentrate, I don't need any
mechanical help.

I'm sorry, Chan.

I didn't know what I was talking about.

Will you forgive me?

Forgive you?

Why, it makes me so happy to know that I
meant that much to you.

Now run along, darling, while I change
my clothes.

I'll take you to dinner.

All right.

So she's just your secretary?

Yep. Well, it looks like she's going to
get promoted.

Greetings, gentlemen.

The chief of police wants to know if you
intend doing your stuff here.

I am going to give a demonstration of
the occult science five times daily all

this week.

Print that on the front page of your
paper.

Maybe you never heard there's an
ordinance against fortune -telling in

But not against demonstrations of
science.

Ah, so that's what you call it, huh?

Evidently, it is up to me to give an
immediate demonstration of the power of

mind over matter.

Do any of you judges of the universe and
its peoples know how to take a pulse?

That very simple but certain and
universally used method of determining

blood flow from the heart.

Gentlemen, I will now prove for your
edification and for my own satisfaction

the power of mind over matter.

I will now stop and start.

My pulse at will.

If you please.

Got it? Sure.

You haven't lost it. I've stopped it.

Now it's going again.

Yeah. Got it?

Yeah.

I will now stop it again.

Maybe I'm crazy.

Are you trying to kid me?

Got it?

Yes.

Say when you want it stopped.

Stop.

Why, that beats anything I ever heard
of. How do you do it? Just an elementary

principle of the occult science.

I simply tell my pulse to stop, it
stops.

How do you do it?

You simply roll the handkerchief into a
hard ball, place it under your armpit

against the artery.

When you press your arm against it, it
stops the blood and the pulse.

It's a beauty, but it ain't going to
save you. That chief of police has got a

head on his shoulders.

Yeah? What do you think I got?

A cajaba melon?

I never should have let you talk me into
this. Just like I said, chief of police

and two dicks sitting out there.

Why, you'll have them right in your lap.

Well, it's my lap. Yeah, and it's my
carnival.

Where's Frank?

He didn't show up.

He must be drunk again.

Well, he sure picked a sweet night for
it.

How are you going to get by without
Frank?

Sylvia can run the phone for me.

Can you?

I can do it as well as Frank.

Darling, are you nervous?

Oh, a little bit.

But it's nothing. I'll be all right.

Now, all you've got to do is read the
questions clearly and distinctly. You

understand? I've got it.

wants to know if his real estate
investment will pay.

Well, you ain't answering.

Give it to him again.

S -T -K wants to know...

What's the matter?

He ain't getting it.

S -T -K...

wants to know about his real estate
investment.

S -T -K.

There's something wrong with the wiring.

I must set aside all questions for the
moment.

Shall I go get him?

Wait a minute.

Let's watch him squirm.

I see disaster.

Grave disaster.

A crime about to be committed.

A man walking along a dark street.

Now he stops at a corner, looks
furtively around.

I see the street names on the lampposts.

Chestnut and Nash.

Chestnut and Nash.

That's Fagin's jewelry store. What is
it?

The man looks up and down the street to
see if he is observed.

The street is deserted.

Now he picks up an object.

It is a stone.

I see the shattering of glass.

The window is broken.

The stone smashes in amongst the
jewelry.

The criminal cowers in the doorway,
waiting to see if the noise has

attention.

The vision suddenly fades out.

I am very tired.

It has been a great strain, my friend.

Mr. Chandra, you saved one of our most
prominent merchants a great loss.

A mere matter of routine in my
profession.

If he'd had that vision a few minutes
earlier, we'd have had that gorilla in

morgue.

Visions as clear as that, I only see as
they are actually transpiring.

Well, I want to apologize for ever
doubting your ability. Don't even

We all must be convinced.

Can I see you a minute?

Will you come over to dinner with us
tomorrow night?

Wife and I would sort of like to have
a... private reading.

It would be a great honor.

You will?

I'll call for you at the hotel.

Good night, Steve.

Good night.

Leave me out of here before I start
believing in you.

You sure nobody saw you tonight?

Not a chance.

Everything's Jake.

And I didn't do so bad for myself,
either.

What?

Ain't that a honey?

Thanks.

I can use that. What for, I'm asking
you? What for?

For an engagement ring.

I'm going to be married.

You're going to be what?

Say that again.

Married.

Sylvia.

You marry that dame?

What for?

Listen, that girl's the first decent
thing that's ever come into my life.

She's a swell kid, Frank.

I love her.

All right, love her. But why marry her?

Oh, well, you wouldn't understand about
a girl like Sylvia.

So you're gonna marry her?

Legal? Yeah, if she'll have me.

Marry.

You'll need a wife about as much as I
need a cage full of white mice.

What are you going to give me for a
wedding present?

A nice tight tailor -made straight
jacket.

And another thing.

You know a tough judge could very easily
divide 30 years among the three of us.

Sylvia?

Sylvia?

Sylvia?

She ain't here.

When she comes in, you've got to get
that ring back.

How? What'll I tell her? I don't know,
but you've got to get it. The Jewelers

Association has sent out a description
to every cop in the state.

Jeez, you sure got us on the spot.

I got you on the spot.

Well, you stole the ring, didn't you?

All I wanted you to do was throw that
rock through the window.

We're just lucky the cops didn't get
wise the whole thing was a fake.

Arguing ain't getting us anywhere.

If the cops spot that rock on our
finger, it's Clayton's.

You could slip it off her finger when
she's asleep.

In the morning, tell her she mislaid it.
Or the chambermaid pinched it.

Anything. But for the love of Mike, get
it!

Well, what did you give me the ring for,
anyway?

I didn't give it to you. You pinched it
from me.

Well, I'll get it back some way.

Well, if you don't, I'm liable to go to
jail. And believe me, I'll have plenty

of company.

Darling, just get in.

Mm -hmm, just a minute.

Is anything wrong?

No, just a little headache.

Oh, I'm sorry, darling.

By the way, I've got a surprise that'll
cure that headache.

Mm -hmm.

What is it? A new ring.

A big square cut and a platinum setting.

We'll turn this in on the new one.

Well, I'd rather see the new one before
I give this up I might like this one

better You don't have to say it take my
word it's a knockout

Chan tell me the truth.

Why are you so anxious to get this ring
away from me?

See what it Are

you

Chandra now he is

Yes? What is it?

You wrote this to me?

You help folks that's up against it.

Poor trash, what's in trouble, don't
you?

Why, yes.

Sit down.

What is it you want to ask me?

Ask you?

Ask you?

I didn't come to ask you nothing.

I come to tell you something.

I come to tell you you spoiled my life.

Spoiled it, do you hear? You told me
things that ain't come true.

Well, I'm sorry.

Sorry, you?

What have you got to be sorry for?

I'm sorry, do you hear?

I'm sorry for what you've done to me.

You faker.

What right have you got to tell me who
to marry?

Well, I married him, see?

A man I didn't care nothing for because
you told me to.

You said I was going to be happy and
have kids.

Well, my husband ran off, left me right
after we was married.

And the man I really loved.

Do you hear me? The man you told me not
to marry.

He killed himself.

Do you hear me? He killed himself over
me.

That's how good you help people.

Come on, let's get out of here.

Sylvia!

Sylvia! Sylvia, what's the matter? Where
are you going?

Anywhere. Anyplace to get away from you
and your lies and deceit.

Come here a minute.

Darling, I couldn't help what happened.
That girl was out of her mind.

You're nothing but a cheap, despicable
faker.

Preying on people's minds and giving
them a lot of stupid, silly advice that

just drives them to trouble and
unhappiness.

You drove that girl to suicide just as
surely as you're driving me away from

you. Sylvia, you've got to listen to me.
I've listened to your lies long enough.

You never drew an honest breath in your
life, telling fortunes, selling little

books on astrology when you don't know
the difference between the noonday sun

and the north star.

I hate every rotten, crooked thing you
represent, and I'm through with you.

Sylvia, I'm everything you say.

I know how you feel, and I don't blame
you.

But, Sylvia, if you stick to me, I
promise you'll never regret it. I've

my lesson.

You've got to believe me.

You could never change.

It's born in you.

No, you're wrong, Sylvia. For you, I
could do anything.

You're the only thing I love.

I need you now more than ever.

Howard!

Well, I've made up my mind. You'll have
to give up this lying, cheating game or

give me up.

Sylvia, dear, I promise to give up the
whole rotten mess. I'm finished forever.

I love you and want to make you happy.

Good morning, madam. Would you like to
make $10?

Why, I'm too old.

No, I mean save $10 on your household
expenses.

Madam, I represent the Gower Brasserie.
Ah, good.

Things are sure breaking tough.

I hope I have a little luck today.

Well, you're trying. That's something.

Don't get discouraged.

It's only that I hate to make you live
like this.

Oh, I don't mind it if you don't.

You're about the bravest little guy in
the whole world.

Gee, Chan, I'm glad to see you.

Yeah.

Nobody else is.

What are you doing?

Selling brushes.

And getting nothing but flat thumbs from
pushing doorbells. A guy with your car

and your larceny selling brushes?

What's the idea?

I'm on the straight and narrow. You
know, the wife.

The wife.

Love. Marriage.

Honesty.

Now, there's a combination guarantee to
get anybody into the poorhouse.

Well, I'm just about there, and I ain't
kidding.

Here.

Try one of these narcotics.

A buck a smash.

So this is what you've been doing.

You know, Chen, I was wasting my time
hustling around them carnivals.

You look like you've been eating
regular.

I eat the best groceries a couple of
French chefs can put together.

I drink nothing but vintage wine.

That thing you got in your kisser is a
sample of the heaters the boss and I

smoke. I got a swell room right in the
boss's Park Avenue joint. They heat it

and cool it by electricity.

Who is your boss?

Mr. and Mrs. Wilson Douglas Austin.

A jolly couple.

He's got control and interest in a big
brunette up on Riverside Drive. While

wife is dancing around with a shiny
-haired gigolo that used to be a barber.

I'm collecting the salary from each of
them to play dumb.

Maybe you know where I can get a job.
I'll do anything.

I'm flat.

If you're only back in the old racket.

This awesome woman is a pushover for
mind readers, crystal gazers, anything

that's daffy. Why, there's hardly a week
goes by that you don't call on three or

four of them.

Why didn't you go back in the racket?

Ah, no, Frank.

Anything but that.

Nah, I'm all washed up. Don't be a
sucker. What are you gonna do, starve?

The world owes us all a living. I'm
getting mine, and I got a plan where you

get yours.

You're my pal, and I ain't gonna see you
perish by the roadside. Now, listen.

It'll reach like a million dollars.

You said it. He'll rub it in her hair.

Now, get this straight.

It goes right there, in place of this
article.

Now, understand, you gotta copy and
print up a whole new front page.

I see.

And we gotta have it the first thing in
the morning, early.

It's, uh...

I'm taking a big risk.

You're getting paid for it, ain't you?

Hello. Hello, honey.

Can you make it tonight, baby? You bet.

Great. Got a match? Sure.

Here you are. Thanks.

See you tonight.

Uh -huh.

She went for it like a ton of brick.
She'll phone for an appointment.

Well... Now, here's all the dope. You
better write it down.

Shoot. The husband's name is Wilson
Douglas Austin.

He's medium -complected, getting bald.

About 5 '10". Weighs around 180.

Got that?

Yep. What about the gal?

Her name is Kent.

June Kent.

June Kent.

About 5 '7", weighs about 130.

One of them willowy brunettes with
curves like a 3rd Avenue well.

What color eyes and hair? Black as ink.

Go on. They've been playing house
together for almost two years. He took

of the follies.

You're perfectly astounding, Dr. Monroe.
Please go on.

What I see now is of such a confidential
nature that

I hesitate.

You must tell me. I insist.

But, madame, it might alarm you.

As a special, personal favor.

Very well, madame.

But remember the truth sometimes hurts.

I see your husband in an apartment with
another woman. A

woman? Who is she? I see her name, Jane.

Jane.

No.

June Kent.

What does she look like?

Tall. A striking brunette.

Very dark complexion.

Lustrous black eyes.

A colored woman?

Oh, no, no, Mrs. Alston. Your husband
took her out

of the follies.

My dear, he's simply marvelous.

What's his name?

Oh, Dr.

Monroe. Dr. Monroe.

M -U -N -R -O.

Oh, Dr. Monroe.

Oh, he told me the most amazing things.

Oh, Dr. Monroe.

Tell me all about it.

The detectives and I went there, broke
down the door, and there he was.

Oh, my dear, he's just the man I'm
looking for.

This Dr. Monroe is simply amazing.

Oh, Dr.

Monroe.

Well, maybe he can tell me a few things
about George.

If there's anything you want to know of
a confidential nature, ask him.

And you say he's good looking?

Seven homes since the first of the year.

Isn't that terrible?

It sure is.

I'll bet that Dr. Monroe doesn't sleep
nights.

No, he probably doesn't at that.

Aren't you glad I made you give it up?

Of course, dear.

And we've never been happier in our
lives.

Oh, what if we did have a little tough
luck at first?

You've got a good job now, earning a
nice salary.

And you told me yourself they may make
you division sales manager before long.

Let's change the subject.

The what?

The address

is

148 West 59th Street, apartment 6A.

Her name is Cook, Gloria Cook. She's a
blonde.

Swell.

You take them there every day? Just
about.

You see, the stock exchange closes at 3
o 'clock.

Well... I pick up Mr. Holman around 4
and deliver him to her about 4 .15.

What's his old lady think he's doing?
Playing squash at the racquet club.

You know, my boss tells his old lady
that he's playing polo.

He's got a helmet and a couple of
mallets. He always takes along in the

Does Mr. Holman generally have dinner at
the hideout? Never. I pick him up at 6

.30 and drive him home for dinner. Where
he arrives all worn out from playing

squash.

That's great, Joe.

Here. Get yourself a house and lot.
Thanks.

Your reading is ended, Mrs.

Holman.

I can't continue.

Please go on.

I can tell by your face that you know
something you don't want to tell me.

But my dear Mrs.

Holman... It is of such a delicate
nature that I must

ask you to excuse me.

Dr. Monroe, I promised you $500.

I'll double that amount if you'll go on.

A thousand?

You mean that?

I certainly do. I'm dying of curiosity.

But remember, Mrs.

Holman, the truth sometimes hurts.

I see your husband embroiled with
another woman.

A blonde. The apartment number is

6A.

Wretch. The dirty sneak.

From all the time he told me that he was
playing squash.

Don, open that door.

Don, open that door or I'll break it
down.

I know you're in there with that blonde
hussy.

Mrs. Holman, is that your husband? It
certainly is.

I'd know those feet any place in the
world.

Hello, Alice.

Hello. Oh, Mrs. Chandler.

Mama says she can't go shopping with you
this afternoon.

Why not?

She has a headache or something. It must
be awful because she's crying.

Where is she, dear?

In the bedroom, but she told me not to
bother her.

Why, Ellen, honey, what's the matter?

I'm leaving.

Never coming back.

I'm taking Alice with me, too. If he
thinks he can get away... Well, wait a

minute. Leaving? Why? What's happened?

Ralph. He's got another woman.

I've suspected it for months, but this
morning, well, I found out all about it.

You mean you actually caught him? The
same thing.

He's been torturing me for weeks.

I had to make sure I couldn't stand it
any longer, so I went to Dr. Monroe.

The fortune teller? He told me the
girl's name, gave me the address of the

apartment, and the hours Ralph was with
her.

And those are exactly the hours he's
away from home.

It's true. I know it. I feel it is, and
Alice and I are getting out forever.

Oh, Ellen, you're not going to give up a
home and happiness just because some

idiot has put a lot of nonsense into
your head.

Oh, don't believe it. It isn't true, any
of it. It must be true. Haven't you

been reading the papers?

Everything that man tells people
actually happens.

Oh, well, I suppose this Monroe is a
little more clever than the general run

fortune tellers, but they're all cheats
and fakes.

He told me things about Ralph I know are
true.

Where does this great wizard hang out?

Why? Never mind. What's his address?

His card's in my pocketbook.

Sylvia, what are you going to do?

Now, look. I want you to promise me that
you won't leave here or do anything

foolish till I get back.

I'm going to have a little chat with
this Dr.

Monroe.

Is Dr. Monroe in?

I don't know. I just cleaned here.

Oh.

You Dr. Monroe's secretary?

No. Is he in there?

I don't know. I was just going... Are
you Dr. Monroe?

Yes.

What do you want?

I'm Don Holman.

So you're the dirty rat that tipped off
my wife and broke up my home.

Well, I'm going to teach you to keep
your dirty nose out of other people's

business. Now, wait a minute, friend.

Are you quite sure you know what you're
talking about?

You wouldn't want to attack an innocent
man. This is one jam you're not going to

talk yourself out of.

So you don't know Dr. Monroe?

No. Never saw him in your life? No. What
do you do for a living?

I'm a married woman. How long have you
been married? About a year. What's your

husband do?

He's assistant sales manager for the
Gower Brush Company. Well, well, that's

fine. And what were you doing in
Monroe's office after business hours?

But I've told you I had to go there
because this friend of mine... For the

of Pete, are you going to start that
again? Come on, what were you doing in

office? You saw Mr. Holman going there,
didn't you? Yes. But you didn't see

Monroe. I've never seen the man in my
life. Did you ever happen to see this

Why, that's my husband.

Yeah, it's Dr. Monroe, too.

This?

He's Monroe?

Are you trying to tell us you've been
married to the guy for a year and didn't

know it was Dr. Monroe? Come on, where's
Monroe Hines? I don't know, I tell you,

I don't know.

All right, lock her up. She'll talk in
time.

This way.

Come on, snap out of it.

Snap out of it, will you? We're on next.

an exhibition of mind reading that has
baffled doctors, scientists, and college

professors. It has made him the favorite
entertainer to the princes, kings, and

potentates of Europe.

He reads your mind like it was an open
book.

Introducing...

What shall I do with the questions,
great master?

What shall I do with the questions,
great master?

Great master says burn them.

Come on, snap out of it, you chump.
These tamale knockers will tear the

down.

Isabella Gomez wants to know if Manuel
is going to marry her legally.

Got it?

Isabella Gomez wants to know if Manuel
is going to marry her legally.

I get a message from Isabella Gomez.

She asks me if... Yes, me.

Why should she ask me?

What do I know?

me questions.

And I answer them.

Sure.

I'll show you how.

Here, a guy downstairs.

Read me your questions over these
phones.

stupid you are.

You pay me money to wreck you, torture
you, body you, lie to you, and laugh at

you, sitting there like a school of fish
with your mouths open.

District Attorney?

I am.

You're holding a woman on suspicion of
murder.

The Holman case.

That's right.

Mrs. Sylvia Monroe.

She's in a prison hospital sick, isn't
she?

Well... If I can prove that she had
nothing to do with the crime, no

of it, is absolutely innocent, that
would clear her, wouldn't it?

Naturally. All right.

I killed him.

I'm Dr. Monroe.

It was self -defense.

That night, about six o 'clock, I was
just leaving my office.

When the door flew open and Holman...
Now, wait a minute.

Sit down.

Send in the stenographer and a couple of
witnesses right away.

Well,

Sylvie, it's all over.

You're clear and free.

Yes, they said I could leave just as
soon as I'm well enough.

Then don't worry about me. Don't give me
a thought.

Chan, how can I help it after what
you've done?

I've got the best mouthpiece in town.

Self -defense.

It's an open and shut case.

Got me out on bail like that.

Says I'm a cinch to be acquitted in a
one -day trial.

Cinch to be acquitted?

I know I haven't got any right to ask
this, but I want you to do me a favor.

Sylvia, well, this is kind of tough to
say, but I've hurt you so much already,

might as well go all the way.

Our lives are a million miles apart.

I pretended to be happy with you, but...

I never really was.

Well, it's not your fault.

I'm to blame.

I'm just no good.

I... I want you to divorce me.

Divorce you? But you're young and fine,
on the level.

You've got everything in the world to
offer.

Your whole life's before you.

It would be clear sailing without me.

Besides, I don't love you.

I never did.

Chan, you're lying.

But you haven't fooled me a bit.

I know you're in terrible trouble and
you're trying to carry it alone.

Well, I brought it all on myself.

Why should I divide the load with you?

I'm a flop, a failure.

Of course you're not.

If you were fool enough to take me back,
I'd only crush you up again.

You wouldn't. I know you wouldn't now.

But I tell you I'm no good.

I never was and never will be. Of course
you are. You wouldn't have come back.

Oh, there you go, bullying yourself. I
don't care what you say.

Oh, how black you paint yourself.

You need me now more than ever. And I'm
going to stick.

I'm going all the way with you.

Come on, time's up.

I'll be all right.

You can come to see me.

I'll be... We'll be all right.

Say, these are pals of mine. Can I say
goodbye?

Okay.

Gee, boss, that crystal sure done us
wrong. Never picked the right horse, and

now it sends you to the can.

So long, pal.

I gotta hand it to you for coming back
and taking it on the chin. Thanks. But I

guess maybe somebody must have dropped
you on your head when you were a baby.

Two to ten years.

That's an awful long time.

I wonder how much you get off good
behavior.

Don't ask me. You're the mind reader.

Let's get going.

So long, boys. So long, champ.

So long, boss.

Say, boss, give my regards to Louie. You
remember Louie the fire eater?

He's up there for life.

It sure is tough to be going away just
when beer's coming back.