All language subtitles for Footsteps in the fog

(CHURCH BELL TOLLING)

PRIEST: Unto almighty God
we commend the soul of our sister departed

and commit her body to the ground,

in the sure and certain hope
of the resurrection unto eternal life.

Earth to earth,
ashes to ashes, dust to dust.

Let us pray.

Our Father, which art in Heaven,
Hallowed be Thy name,

Thy kingdom come,

Thy will be done
In earth, as it is in Heaven

Give us this day our daily bread...

- Well...
- Stephen.

Why not come and stay
a few clays with us?

That's very good of you, sir, but...

I must face that empty house
sooner or later.

- But Father...
- Don't, Elizabeth.

The longer one puts off an ordeal,
the worse it becomes.

He's quite right.
I must learn to be alone.

You've all of you been
kind beyond words.

Bless you.

He looks so lost.

Ooh! I do like to see a
widower grieving proper.

It lends tone to a funeral.

I thought he was going to fall in a
dead faint. That would have been lovely!

But he was as white
as a corpse himself.

Huh! Look at Her Ladyship!

Quick as greased lightning,
if it's for the Master.

Mooning around the kitchen
till he wants something,

and then she hops
like a blooming kangaroo!

-(CROCKERY SMASHING)
- Look what you've done now, you clumsy...

And the best china, too!
I'll see it's taken out of your wages.

You get another cup,
and be quick about it!

And you'd best be changing your ways,
you little guttersnipe,

if you want to keep your place here.

Get along with that tray and hurry back,
if you know what's good for you.

That is, if you can tear yourself away
from the Master.

Huh! What I have to put up with,
with trash like her in my kitchen.

-(BLOWING KISSES)
-(MIAOWING)

(YOWLING)

(INAUDIBLE)

(CUP RATTLING)

- Oh, it's you, Lily.
- Yes, sir.

I thought you'd like
your tea by the fire, sir.

That's very thoughtful of you.
Thank you.

Is there anything else
I can do for you, sir?

Yes.

- You could take the cat away.
- Missy?

There you are.

Poor little thing. Wandering around
like a lost soul, she is.

Lonesome for your mistress,
aren't you?

It's been a very difficult time
for all the household.

I'm very grateful
for everyone's help,

especially for your
devotion to Mrs Lowry.

Oh, sir, you were the devoted one,

waiting on her hand and foot,
like you did,

never letting anyone else near her!

I did all I could.

You... you know,
it's strange, sir, but...

whenever I look at her picture,
I get such a... queer feeling.

It's almost as if she's
trying to tell me something.

MRS PARKS: A shiftless,
good-for-nothing hussy,

and getting worse every day!

I thought I told you
not to call me names any more.

I'll call you names
so long as you're in my kitchen.

The fire's getting low.
Pop down and fetch up some coal.

Get it yourself.
I'm not dirtying my hands.

Well! Hark at the duchess!

Why, you haven't had a clean pair
of hands since you can remember.

You was born dirty.
Get that coal and step lively.

Keep wagging your tongue. The more words
you say, the more you'll have to eat.

Me, eat my words?
Why, you mangy little alley cat!

Stop it! Do you hear? Stop it!

Don't ever call me names like that again.
Not ever, or you'll be sorry!

We'll soon see who's the sorry one,
when I'm put in charge here as housekeeper.

And when I am, it'll be back to the
gutter for you, my girl, where you belong!

- Oh! Oh! Oh!
- Here! Here! What's all this?

Have you no decency about you?

No respect for your grieving master,

or the poor lady
not yet cold in her grave?

(BELL RINGING)

It's from her room!

Supposing it's the poor lady herself
come back to haunt you?

If you weren't so stupid, you'd
know it was Mr Lowry up there!

(DOOR CLOSING)

Some day, I'm going to
forget I'm a lady

and wipe up the floor
with that nasty little...

-(KNOCKING)
- Come in.

- Yes, sir?
- Oh, Lily...

Your mistress usually kept
her jewels in this box.

Do you know what's
happened to them?

Nothing, sir.
She gave them to me.

- Gave them to you?
- Yes, sir, just before she died.

You're lying! Do you think for a moment
anyone would believe that?

Well, they all believe she died
of gastroenteritis, don't they, sir?

One's as true as the other.

I haven't the slightest idea
what you're talking about.

Oh, you will, sir,
when I've explained it to you.

You see, you may not have known it
the other night, but...

I brought some fresh coal in for the fire,
just as your poor wife was dying.

And while the doctor was
pulling the sheet over her face,

I saw you quickly take the bottle of medicine
and put it behind your back.

And then you hid it in a place
where you thought it might be safe.

- What have you done with it?
- I did some experiments with it.

On the rats in the cellar, sir.

And I don't think the police would believe
they died of gastroenteritis, do you, sir?

They might dig them up to see if
there was some kind of poison in them,

and if they did that
with the rats, sir, they...

they might start wondering
about Mrs Lowry,

and do the same with her.

Wouldn't they?

All right.

You can keep the jewels.

Thank you, sir.

Oh, one other thing, sir.
I'd like to be housekeeper here.

You? Housekeeper?

Yes, sir, I'd set my heart on it.

Very well.

I think it's your place
to tell Mrs Parks and Grimes

that they are to take their orders
from me from now on.

They're downstairs in the kitchen now.

You realise, of course,
that with the death of Mrs Lowry,

I shall have to make
new domestic arrangements.

- The same thought had occurred to me, sir.
- And me, sir.

This house needs someone
to take it over properly.

My very words, sir.

So I've decided to give
the post of housekeeper to Lily.

Me? Take orders
from that... that...

"Guttersnipe" is what you
usually call me, Mrs Parks.

And guttersnipe is what you are!

And I'll not take orders from you,

-or the likes of you!
- GRIMES: Same here.

Now, you listen to me,
both of you.

You'll do exactly as I
say, or you'll get out!

Yes, sir. As you say, sir.

If you give satisfaction, there's
no reason why you shouldn't stay.

Your stick, sir?

This is the one for the evening.

I'll remember.

I never forget anything, sir.

I'm sure you don't.

I may be late.
No-one need wait up for me.

Thank you, sir.

- Oh, Father and Stephen are still talking.
- DAVID: Yes, they are.

Oh, I do hope they come
to some sort of an arrangement soon.

Poor Stephen!
He looks like a lost soul these days.

See here, young lady! Bachelors
can be lost souls, as well as widowers.

- Why not worry about poor David?
- You?

- Yes, me.
- Such an idea would never occur to me.

Besides, you've been very naughty.

- I can't think what I did.
- That's just it. You didn't do anything.

You just sat like a lump all the way
through dinner without saying a word.

You know, I don't think I should have ever
invited you to dinner with Stephen.

After all, it was his first evening to anyone's
house and I wanted it to be pleasant.

You were pleasant enough
for both of us.

Come on, Beth.
We don't want to miss the overture.

I would like to wait a moment.
Do you mind?

STEPHEN:
Thank you, sir.

Oh, Andrews,
we'll have brandy in here.

- Very good, sir.
- Well, my clear, it's all settled.

Really, Father?
Oh, how wonderful!

Aren't you going to
congratulate Stephen?

- On what?
- On the new partnership.

From now on,
it's to be Travers & Lowry.

- Congratulations.
- Thank you.

It really has been a blessing.
I've been so at loose ends,

not quite knowing
how to pick up the pattern again.

Don't try.
It's better to make a new one.

Beth, er... we'll be late.

- I'm taking Elizabeth to the theatre.
- Gilbert and Sullivan.

- DAVID: Good night, sir.
- Good night, my boy.

- Oh, I'm so pleased, Stephen!
- Are you?

Shall we go?

You know, there's another reason

why I'm glad you've decided
to go in with me, Stephen.

I'm not as young as I was,

and I want someone
to have a firm rein on the business

-for Elizabeth's sake. She's all I have.
- What about young Macdonald?

My dear boy, he's a barrister,
not a businessman.

Besides, nothing is settled
between them yet.

Oh, I thought it was.

- I thought he was becoming quite serious.
- Well, of course.

They've grown up together.
He's a fine lad.

Oh, he's a splendid fellow.
Splendid.

Now, I think the
first thing for you to do

is to make a good survey
of the warehouse.

Tomorrow, if it suits you.

Just as you please.
The sooner, the better.

(DOG BARKING)

Ah, Burke!

Back on night duty again?

- Yes, sir, and very glad I am, too.
- Doesn't the wife mind?

Ah, no, no, no, it gives me
some time at home

and a chance to see
something of the nippers.

Oh, it sounds like a happy family.
I must confess I'm a bit envious.

I er... beg your pardon, sir, but...

I'd like to take the liberty
of extending my condolences.

- It was very sad indeed, sir.
- Thank you, Burke.

You know, I don't know what
it would be like to come home

and not find the missus there.

I can tell you.

It's like always being in the dark.

- Good night, Burke.
- Good night, sir.

(MIAOWING)

(PURRING)

(YOWLING)

Don't ever use her perfume.

(CHILDREN PLAYING)

(WHINNYING)

Morning, Wells.

Why, Mr Macdonald,
I didn't recognise you!

- Miss Elizabeth at home?
- I'm just waiting for her.

Pardon me, sir. Aren't you
afraid of... this thing?

Ah! Here she is.

- David, what are you doing here?
- Competing with Wells.

He's offering you ancient transport.
I'm offering you modern.

It's for you to choose.

David! Oh, David, how lovely!
Is it yours?

Yes. It's not exactly new, but it
goes jolly fast. 12 miles an hour!

Oh, how wonderful!

Where are you off to?

Well, I was going shopping

and then to pick up Father
at the warehouse.

I've got a much better idea.

Let me take you
for a spin in the country.

I should love to!

- Wells, you'd better call for Father.
- All right, miss.

You'll need this
for travelling at high speed.

Thanks.

- How long have you been driving this thing?
- All of half an hour.

(WHINNYING)

Oh, David, this is great fun!

Have you noticed how I've
steered away from all the ruts?

I couldn't do a betterjob myself.

Certainly couldn't
look so beautiful doing it.

Oh, David, look!
Look, there in the road ahead!

(FRANTIC CLUCKING)

-(HORN HONKING)
- You want to brake like this.

Before you do any more driving,
I suggest you pay me a retainer.

Because from the sample
I've just seen,

you're likely to need the services
of a promising young barrister.

- Consider yourself retained.
- May I present you with a receipt?

- That wasn't very fair.
- Why not?

Because you're in love
with Stephen Lowry.

How did you know?

I've seen you both together.

Beth, don't you realise?

Only a few weeks ago, you saw him
standing in front of his wife's grave.

- You stood there yourself!
- Oh, I know. I know it's wrong.

- It's not only wrong, it's...
- But I've said nothing. Nor has he.

Does one have to say?

David, you are right and...
(SIGHING)

I'm very ashamed of myself.

I've told myself all these things
over and over again.

Whenever I look at him, I make myself
look at that mourning band on his arm,

hoping it'll create
a barrier between us.

But it's no use.

Nothing is any use.

I find myself
so deeply attracted to him.

I'm sorry.

Beth, believe me when I tell you
he's not the man for you.

Why? Why do you say that?

There's something I can't quite
put my finger on. I don't know what.

Perhaps I'm being unfair. I hope not.

Of course, you realise
I'm in love with you myself?

I've never handled a case
quite like this before,

so I thought a little expert advice
might be helpful.

Of course. Anything I can do.

The claim is that a shipment of parrots
from Madagascar was a total loss,

because the ship put into an unscheduled port
where the weather was bitterly cold and er...

-all the birds perished.
- Oh dear, oh dear. Poor little chaps!

But, sir, would they be so sensitive
to a change in climate?

Of course! You've no idea what care
I take of my little beauties.

But there is one thing... you don't
mind my asking questions, do you?

Certainly not. I'm most
grateful for your interest.

Well, perhaps my geography
is getting a little rusty,

but I can't understand what port they
could have touched on the way to Madagascar.

One with such a violent
change in climate, I mean.

Do you happen
to know what port it was?

Well... I'm afraid I didn't enquire,

but the ship may have been
driven off her course,

and it would depend on
the time of year, wouldn't it?

- May I suggest something?
- Oh, please do.

I suggest that there was no ship,

that there is no case
and that there were no parrots.

Now, don't you think
it might be a good idea

to tell me what you really came
to see me about?

- I suppose I've made a fool of myself.
- Well, we all do, from time to time.

Well... you see...

Hang it all, I may as well
tell you outright.

Elizabeth thinks
she's in love with you.

I know her so well.

All I want is her happiness.

If I thought she could
find it with you, I'd...

You come to my house and speak to me
about another woman,

knowing that my wife has been dead
only a few weeks?

I am still in mourning,
and you accuse me

-of having made advances?
- No, you don't understand.

How else am I to interpret
what you're saying?

Or are you trying to imply that Elizabeth
has committed this breach of taste?

Of course I don't mean that!

Elizabeth's the most
wonderful girl in the world.

I couldn't bear anyone to think ill...

I should have kept this to myself.

I'm sorry.

Well, we can all make mistakes
when one's young and in love.

Let's forget about the whole thing.

How about a whisky to
fortify yourself against the fog?

Thank you, sir.

LILY: You can't go in there.
He's got a visitor.

MRS PARKS: I don't care if he is busy!
I'm seeing him.

Is this the thanks I get, sir,

after all the years of loyal service
I've given to you and Mrs Lowry?

That I may be sacked by that
snake in the grass you've made housekeeper?

STEPHEN: What's the meaning of this, Lily?
Can't you settle these affairs?

LILY: She insisted on seeing you, sir.
I couldn't stop her.

MRS PARKS:
Not the likes of her will stop me,

nor tell me my business neither!

- LILY: She refused to take orders, Mr Lowry.
- MRS PARKS: That's a lie!

She don't want me to stay here
to see what new tricks she's up to.

She knows I'm on to her.

Her and her scheming
to be housekeeper

before the poor Mistress
was even cold in her grave!

Why, she never ought to have been
hired in the first place.

There's no making a silk purse
out of a sow's ear.

STEPHEN: That will be all, Mrs Parks.
You will please go.

Go? Hmph!
I'll go, all right.

Why, I wouldn't stay under the
same roof with her.

- If you was to pay me double!
- Nor me.

But I'm warning you, sir.
Look out for this one.

She's got something up her sleeve
besides her arm.

Come on, Grimes!

- These domestic problems...
- Please don't apologise.

- I won't stay for that drink, if you don't mind.
- Oh, please, won't you?

I can see my own way out, thank you.

(DOOR CLOSING)

You little fool!

Don't you ever let me
catch you wearing this

or any other of her jewellery
while someone's in this house.

What do you suppose Macdonald thought,
seeing it on you and on my wife?

And don't let me be humiliated

by servants dragging their brawls
into my drawing room!

Oh, that won't happen again, sir.
There won't be any servants.

What do you mean?

Well, I'll be doing
the cooking from now on.

You don't need another woman in
the house. Not while I'm here, sir.

Not even Miss Elizabeth Travers.

Another woman once thought
she owned me.

Don't drive me too far.

(CHURCH BELLS)

(GRANDFATHER CLOCK CHIMING)

Where are you going?

Oh, I'm just going to the pillar box
to post a letter, sir.

Just a minute, Lily!

I've been thinking.

You know, you're a
very attractive young woman.

With the right opportunity
and the right environment,

you might improve your
situation considerably.

How do you mean, sir?

Say, in a country
like Canada or America.

Now in America, for instance,
there's no barrier of class distinction.

With money, a girl like you
could be a lady.

What's the use of being a lady
in a place where it makes no difference, sir?

Besides, why do you want
to send me so far away?

Oh, it's only for your own good.

Besides, here in England,
what chance do you get,

with everybody telling you to
keep your place and know your place?

But I do know my place, sir.
It's with you.

A place I'm never going to give up.

Shan't be long, sir.

(DOOR CLOSING)

(WOMAN LAUGHING)

MAN LEAVING PUB:
Well, how do you like that?

I'm not going to stand for that.

SECOND MAN:
Murder! Murder!

Hey, it's a murder! Police!

I saw him. He went down here.

He went that way!
Go on! Down there!

(POLICE WHISTLE BLOWING)

- Can't you look where you're going?
- Get away from me!

Help! Here he is! Police! Police!

(POLICE WHISTLE BLOWING)

There he is!

(BREAKING TWIGS)

(DOG BARKING)

(PANTING)

(BREATHING HEAVILY)

(FAINT POLICE WHISTLE)

(INDISTINCT CROWD CLAMOUR)

(CAT YOWLING)

(KEY AUDIBLY TURNING)

Ah! Lord, the excitement
that's going on outside!

If I hadn't gone out to post a letter,
I'd have missed it all!

Some poor woman
got her head bashed in.

I never saw such a sight.

Fancy, in a neighbourhood
like this, too!

Oh!

Policemen all over the place,
looking for the murderer.

I nearly got trampled down, what with
all the fog and the running about.

It's good to be
safe back inside again!

So you killed the wrong girl.

(KNOCKING)

(INSISTENT KNOCKING)

Constable Farrow, miss.
I'm sorry to disturb you.

- Good evening, Mr Lowry.
- Good evening.

I'm warning everybody
in the neighbourhood

to keep their windows
and doors bolted.

- There's been a murder done.
- Near here?

Right outside the Blue Anchor.

And the worst of it is, sir,
the man got clean away.

Do you know who it was
that got murdered?

CONSTABLE: Katy Burke.
You must know her husband, miss.

He's been on this beat
quite a while now.

Constable Burke's wife!

- It's horrible!
- It is that, sir.

As nice a young woman
as you'd ever find,

and with two little boys.

Well, if you hear anything suspicious,
call the police right off.

Good night, sir.

-(HORSES' HOOVES)
-(AMBULANCE BELL)

That should be me, in...

in that ambulance.

You didn't have
to do anything to me.

I'd never harm you.

INSPECTOR: That's the most
recent picture of the murdered girl.

Are you sure you've
never seen her, Mr Lowry?

Quite sure, Inspector.
I wish I could be of some help.

Constable Burke is a fine chap.

He has my deepest sympathy.

What about this, Mr Lowry?
Ever seen it before?

Well, I've certainly got
a stick very like...

By George, this is mine!
How did you come by it?

- You admit it's yours?
- Of course. It's got my initials on it.

That's the weapon
that bludgeoned Katy Burke to death.

What?

Good heavens!

Well I... I don't know
how long it's been missing.

One... doesn't often use
a stick like that in town.

I see.

- Where were you last evening, Mr Lowry?
- At home.

- At ten minutes past nine o'clock?
- Certainly.

Now, just one moment, Inspector.

If I'm supposed to be under suspicion,

I'm afraid I must refuse
to answer any more questions

until my solicitor is present.

Very well, Mr Lowry. Perhaps you
would like to get in touch with him.

Yes, I shall do so immediately.

That's him! That's the man who
bashed the poor girl to death.

MAN #2: Yeah, that's him, all right.
I'd know him anywhere.

- Well, Mr Lowry?
- Well, it's utterly ridiculous!

I've never seen these men before
in my life. If you'll excuse me.

Just a moment.

Stephen Lowry, I arrest you for
the murder of Katherine Burke.

You are not obliged to say anything
in answer to this charge,

but whatever you say will be taken down
and may be given in evidence.

Do you wish to say anything?

I'm sorry, I can't do it.

- Surely you don't believe he's guilty?
- That's beside the point.

- What other reason can you have for refusing?
- An all-important one.

I happen to love you, Beth, and he happens
to be the man who's come between us.

Suppose I defend him and fail to prove him
innocent. It has happened, you know.

Could you be sure I'd done my best?
Could I be sure I had?

- Don't you understand?
- No, David, I don't.

I could never have such doubts
where you're concerned.

Don't you see? You're the
only person in the world

that can set my mind
at rest over this.

Please, David, do it for my sake.

CLERK:
Police Constable 313, Matthew Burke.

Constable Burke, you are the husband
of the late Katherine Henderson Burke,

who met her death on the evening
of November the third?

- That is correct, sir.
- Do you have children, Constable?

Yes, sir. Two little boys.

When and where
did you last see your wife alive?

About seven that evening
at home, sir.

I'd been to see how Timmy,
the youngest, was feeling.

He'd had a bad cough
and a fever with it.

He seemed much better and Katy -
that's my wife -

came to the door with me,
like she always does, and...

I mean, did.

And you left home to fulfil your duties
of protecting life and property,

never dreaming that, when you returned,

that home would be
without its wife and mother?

Constable, what was the reason for your
wife venturing out in that dreadful fog

-on the evening in question?
- Timmy took a bad turn later, sir.

A neighbour went round for the doctor,

who told Katy the little chap
mightn't last the night.

She was on her way to find me
when it happened.

And when did you
learn of the tragedy?

About ten o'clock, I think, sir.

I was ordered to report
to the police station.

I believe that was rightly
the last time I saw her.

But not alive, Constable.

Constable Burke, will you please
look at the prisoner in the dock?

- Do you recognise him?
- Yes, sir. Mr Lowry, sir.

As far as you know, was your wife
acquainted with Mr Lowry?

Oh, no, sir. No.

Can you suggest
any possible reason

for the prisoner wishing
to harm your wife?

No, sir.

Don't know why anyone
would have wanted to harm her.

Thank you, Constable Burke.
That is all.

(CHATTERING)

Now, Mr Jones, when you and Mr Corcoran
saw Mrs Burke's assailant,

-why did you not apprehend him?
- Beg pardon, sir?

Why did you not appre...
Why did you not stop him?

- Oh! Apprehend. Yes.
-(LAUGHTER)

Well, we couldn't. He disappeared into
the fog before we could say "Jack Robinson".

- It was a real pea-souper, that night.
- Consider carefully,

and remember you're under oath,
before answering my next question.

Are you quite certain, when you emerged
from the lighted pub into the foggy night,

you saw the assailant's face clearly enough
to identify him beyond a shadow of a doubt?

I am. It was Mr Lowry, all right.

So the fog was too thick
for you to apprehend the murderer,

-but clear enough for you to see his face!
- Yes.

That's all.
Oh, one more question, Mr Jones.

How many drinks had you
in company with Mr Corcoran?

Two, maybe three gins.
No more than three.

- Large gins or small gins?
- Small ones.

Thank you.

Call Michael Corcoran.

Mr Corcoran, I wish you to tell us

how you came to see
the assailant of Katherine Burke.

Oh, that's easy, sir.
In the light from the pub.

- He was only a yard or two away.
- Thank you, Mr Corcoran.

First of all, Mr Corcoran,

do you remember how many drinks
you had in company with Mr Jones?

Er... six gins, sir.

It should've been seven, but Jones
hadn't any money left for his last round.

- Large gins or small gins?
- Well, it was a bitter, foggy night, sir,

so they was large gins.

Six large gins seems rather a lot.

The average man would be
a bit tipsy on all that.

Not me! After six gins,
I'm as sober as a beak.

(LAUGHTER)

What does the witness mean,
"Sober as a beak"?

As I understand it, Your Worship,

he means after six large gins,
he's as sober as a...

Judge.

(LAUGHTER)

- CLERK: Silence in court!
-(BANGING GAVEL)

That's all, Mr Corcoran.

Call Lily Watkins.

CLERK:
Lily Watkins!

Remove your right-hand glove,

and now take the testament
in your right hand.

Now read the oath.

I swear by almighty God
that the evidence I give to this court

shall be the truth, the whole truth
and nothing but the truth, so help me God.

Now, Lily, do you remember
the evening of November the third?

I do, sir.

Can you tell us where Mr Lowry was
between 8:30 and 9:30 that night?

Yes, sir.

- He didn't leave the house all evening.
- How do you know?

Well, I was with Mr Lowry
every minute of the time.

And were you in the room with him
every minute of the time?

Oh, no, sir.
I had my duties to attend to.

But you know exactly where
Mr Lowry was every minute, is that it?

Yes, sir. He didn't leave the drawing room
until he went upstairs to his room.

Well, I suggest that Mr Lowry did
leave the drawing room, Miss Watkins,

-and that he also left the house.
- Oh, but he couldn't have done, sir.

- Not without me knowing it.
- And I suggest that if you didn't know it,

it is because, between nine o'clock
and a quarter past,

you were in another part of the
house intent on your duties.

No, sir. At nine, according to
the town hall clock,

I was in the dining room polishing
the silver before putting it away.

Well, the drawing room
being just across the hall,

Mr Lowry was in plain sight
the whole time.

And what was the duration
of this �whole time",

during which you watched
from the dining room

while he stayed in the drawing room?

About half an hour, sir. Then I
went up to do the fire in his room.

I was on my way
to the servants' quarters

and I heard Mr Lowry come up
the stairs and go into his room.

There is someone, I presume,
who can corroborate your testimony?

- Oh, Mr Lowry can.
- I don't mean the prisoner.

One of the other
servants, perhaps?

Well, I'm the only servant
in the house, sir.

If witnesses swear they saw Mr Lowry
near the Anchor pub about 9:15,

do you say they're lying?

- Either that, sir, or drunk.
-(LAUGHTER)

I want you to take a good look
at the article that will be shown you.

Please show Exhibit A to the witness.

- Do you recognise that walking stick?
- Yes, sir.

It belongs to Mr Lowry.

Now, Miss Watkins,

perhaps you can tell us
when exactly you last saw the stick.

Well... it must have been about
two months ago that I lost it.

(MUTTERING)

-(BANGING GAVEL)
- Silence in court!

Would you care to tell us how, exactly,
you came to lose the walking stick?

Well, I'd sprained my ankle
on the cellar steps, sir.

It was paining me a lot
when I had to go and do the marketing,

so I borrowed one of Mr Lowry's sticks
from the hall rack.

I took that one because I knew
he didn't use it very often.

And you lost it.

This stick that your painful injury
had made so necessary?

How did this misfortune occur?

It was in the greengrocer's.

I leaned the stick up against a bin
while I did the shopping,

and when I looked for it,
it was gone.

Some boy must have
pinched it to play with.

I... well, I didn't tell Mr Lowry,
hoping he wouldn't miss it.

And I suggest it never happened.
Any of it!

That you made up this story
because Mr Lowry is your employer

and pays you a good wage.

It would take a lot more
than wages to make me lie

for Mr Lowry,
or any other employer.

An attitude that does you proud.

But it would take a lot more than attitudes
to make me change my belief

that it was Stephen Lowry,
not you, who lost the stick.

That it was lost
on the night of the murder,

not "pinched" two months ago
by any playful boy.

And you can't prove I'm wrong.
Can you, Lily Watkins?

No, sir. But when you find the boy
that pinched it, he'll be able to tell you!

(LAUGHTER)

The burden consequently rests
upon the prosecution

to show a prima facie case on which
the prisoner can be committed to trial

on an indictment for murder
before a High Court judge and a jury.

Counsel for the prisoner has submitted

that the evidence
does not show such a prima facie case.

I accept that submission,

and the prisoner, Stephen Lowry,
is discharged.

(MUTED APPLAUSE)

This way, sir.

Oh, Stephen, I'm so glad!

There must be something
wrong with the law

when a man like Stephen Lowry
can be humiliated like this

while the man who murdered Burke's
wife is free to run at large.

Stephen Lowry might well
have been subjected for trial,

had it not had been
for Lily's testimony.

Surprisingly excellent testimony.

The Crown now has
a murder on its hands,

and no suspect.

And Constable Burke and his two sons,

no wife and no mother.

- Thank you. Good night.
- Good night, sir.

Welcome home, Mr Lowry.

LOWRY: Yesterday, I was
standing trial for murder,

and for the first time, I knew
what a murderer felt like.

It may seem incredible to you,

but I didn't feel like that at all,
when I killed my wife.

I just felt a great release.

I suppose you've wondered
why I ever married her.

You don't have to tell me.

It must have been pretty obvious.
Yes, I married her for her money.

- How long have you worked here, Lily?
- Just over a year.

I remember you smiled at me
the first day I came.

Did I? Well, you were here long enough
to know what went on.

Always having to be
at her beck and call.

The scenes that went on if I tried
to slip away for an hour or two.

And then, when she started
to try and make herself look young,

I realised for the first time
how really old she was.

Yes, I know.
I used to help dress her.

Well, I stuck it for ten years.

Ten years! Because I wanted all
the things that went with it.

And I've still got them.

I know what it is to want things,
wanting to be noticed,

to have people look at you
with respect in their eyes,

not like you were a piece of dirt.

Wanting to be somebody.

Not just a skivvy, with her hands
always smelling of onions.

They're different now.

I was just something in a uniform
to be shouted at and called names.

No feelings. Just nobody. Nothing.

A nothing, eh?

You know, I can't understand you.
How can you stay here?

Aren't you frightened
to be in a house

with a man who has
already tried to kill you?

Aren't you afraid?

Yes, I am.

I was so afraid that I
wrote my sister a letter.

Letter? What about?

I told her all about you,
and what you'd done.

I said she should open it in case
anything happened to me suddenly.

I congratulate you.
You thought of everything.

Well, I only did it
because I was afraid.

I only took the jewellery
so as you'd notice me.

I only told you about
the bottle of poison

so that you wouldn't be able
to send me away from you.

I don't know what I'd do
if I didn't have you to look after.

(HORSES' HOOFBEATS)

- Oh! It's you, Burke?
- Oh! Oh, good evening, Mr Lowry.

I didn't expect to see you
back on this beat.

I requested it, sir.

I don't think I would
have had the courage.

You would, sir, if your wife
had been murdered.

Yes. Good night, Burke.

Good night, sir.

- Oh, good evening, Mr Lowry.
- Oh, good evening.

Thank you.

You'll find Miss Elizabeth
in the drawing room, sir.

(FAINT PIANO PLAYING)

Stephen!

I was afraid that
the fog might hold you up.

Good evening, Elizabeth.

Stephen, what is it?
What's the matter?

- I saw Burke tonight.
- Burke?

Constable Burke.
Just outside my house.

He was standing
in the fog like a ghost

and we looked at each other.

Two men who had just lost their wives,
but with a horrible difference.

His had been brutally murdered,
for no apparent reason.

And I was suspected of that murder,
arrested and put on trial.

And acquitted.
It was an absurd charge.

But, Elizabeth,
what must he think?

You didn't see his face,
hear his voice.

I... I can't get him out of my mind.

Stephen, I'm going to
be really cross with you.

I've watched you all these months,

letting yourself get
more and more moody and bitter.

It's time you stopped
tormenting yourself.

You have everything ahead of you,
everything to live for.

Have I, Elizabeth?
Have I everything to live for?

Why did you persuade
David to defend me?

Did you think I would need
a good lawyer?

Of course not! I... I went to him
because he was a friend.

And I wish you hadn't.
Anybody but him.

Don't you realise it's put me
under a lasting obligation to him?

But... I don't understand. Why?

How would like to be
indebted to someone

of whom you're insanely jealous?

You're jealous of David?
Oh, but you needn't be!

Don't you know, Stephen?
You needn't be jealous of any man.

LOWRY: Oh, I was so
frightened of losing you!

(DISCREET COUGH)

If you'll excuse me, my dear,

I have something to say
to your father.

Something I think
I'm already aware of.

I know I should have
spoken to you first, sir,

but all this happened
without us thinking.

Not an unheard-of occurrence.

She's all I've got, Stephen.

I hope you're not taking her
away too soon.

- Then I take it you don't object, sir?
- My dear boy, I'm delighted!

Well, you're very kind, sir.

Sit down.

Erm... there is just one little matter
I'd like to mention.

After all, a prospective father-in-law
has some privileges, eh?

- Well, of course, sir. Anything at all.
- Yes, sir'?

- Andrews, bring two glasses of the '87.
- Very good, sir.

This business of that girl, Lily,
running your house,

being there alone with you.

Better put an end to it, my boy.

Well, I only kept
Lily on all this time

because my wife made her
promise to look after me.

And, by George, she has!
Hardly ever lets me out of her sight.

Hm. Well, give her a little present.
Loyalty should always be rewarded.

- See that she gets another place.
- You're quite right, sir.

As a matter of fact,
I have a plan in mind

that will take care of Lily
very nicely.

Splendid, splendid.
Ah, here's the port!

Nothing like laying down
a good port, eh?

Well, here's to the future!

God bless us all.

-(SINGING TO HERSELF)
-(DOOR CLOSING)

(CAT SNARLING)

Oh, Missy!

LOWRY: Lily! Delighted to see
that you're still up.

Come in here.

I want to speak to you.

This is for you.

We have something
very special to celebrate.

I want you to congratulate me.

I'm engaged to be married
to Miss Elizabeth Travers.

I told you, no other woman
in the house while I'm here.

And I mean to be here.

Even though you tried to kill me once,
I mean to be here.

I've lied for you, and protected you,

and I'm not going to
give you up now. Not ever!

Oh, don't be an idiot!
You know I can't marry her.

- Well, then, I don't understand.
- Well, listen and I'll tell you.

Now you know that I'm
Travers' partner, don't you?

Think how much stronger
my position will be

if I'm his prospective
son-in-law as well.

He'll turn over more and more
authority to me,

and I can lay my hands
on a great deal of money.

We're going to need all the money
we can get if we're going to America.

- We?
- Of course. You want to come, don't you?

We're two of a kind, Lily.

I find it rather comforting to be with
someone who knows all about me.

Knows the best and the worst.

Anyway, I'm fed up with it here.
America is the country for us.

Shall we drink to it?

To the future,
and God bless us all.

That's better.

You know, you'll have
to start preparing for this.

I can't have my wife
behaving like a servant.

Wife?

- Do you mean you'd... you'd marry me?
- Why are you so surprised?

Don't make a fool of me, sir.

I'm not! I can't imagine
why it never occurred to you before.

You seem to have
thought of everything else.

You could have made me
do it at any time.

You see, I haven't forgotten
about that letter.

- Oh, the letter?
- Yes.

We can't very well go to America
and leave that lying about, can we?

I'd forgotten all about that!

Well, I'll write to my sister
and tell her to send it back.

That won't do.
Something might happen to it in the post.

I'd tell her to burn it.
She'd never open it.

I'll write to her before
I go to bed tonight, sir.

Not that I'll expect I'll get any sleep
with all of this to think about.

Mrs Stephen Lowry!

I'll try, sir. I'll learn.
I promise I won't disgrace you.

I'll do anything in the world for you.
Only don't send me away.

You're the only good thing
that ever happened to me.

If there's one way to lose a thing,
it's to put it away safe!

Now, here's another winner,
or my name's not Moresby.

That wouldn't surprise me, neither.

Golden Lassie. That appeals to me.

Oh, you can count on a lassie
to do that, and no mistake.

- Oho!
-(BABY CRYING)

Oh, there's that child again.

Here.

What about this Jersey Lily?

Same name as your sister.

Might bring you luck, looking for
that letter you're trying to find.

What do you say, ducks?
One and sixpence?

- Come on. Be a sport.
- One sport in the family's enough.

A shilling.

(BABY CRYING LOUDER)

In a minute, love.
In a minute.

All right, then. I give in.
Sixpence.

Oh, all right, then. Sixpence.

Anything to get you out
from under my feet.

Sixpence. Jersey... Lily.

Now, what about the last?

- Here's your sixpence.
- Thanks, ducks.

Ha! Well, if it wasn't
here all the time!

See? I told you a bet on the
Jersey Lily might bring you luck.

Here, what's Lily want you
to burn that for?

I don't know.
Says it's all a pack of lies.

Seems a lot of trouble to go to,

writing a pack of lies
and asking someone to burn it up.

"So put it on the fire
and forget all about it.

"When I wrote it, I was
feeling mean and spiteful

"and took pleasure
in making something up

"that might cause
trouble to someone."

Meaning who, I wonder?

"But everything is changed now
and I'm not afraid of nothing."

Hm.

And another thing.

Why should she have thought that
something might happen to her sudden?

Well, it... so it might to anyone.

Yes, but you don't go
writing letters about it.

You may laugh at me, old girl,

but I've got a sort of queer hunch
about this billet-doux of Lily's.

You know, that we might sort of learn
something about her, if er...

we took a look.

But that's not honest!

And since when's being honest
paid you anything?

All I had in mind
was that you'd feel happier

knowing something about
your only little sister.

Which, er...
maybe you ought to know?

Well, I... I would, that.

No! It's against my principles.

(BABY CRYING)

All right, love. I'm coming.

(KNOCKING)

(LOCKING CABINET)

Come in.

- The doctor to see you, sir.
- Oh, thank you, Lily.

And how's my patient
this morning? Better?

- I'm afraid not.
- Oh, we can't have that, you know.

My dear chap, I'm afraid
we are having it.

We've been having it
for two weeks.

Sure you've been taking
your medicines regularly?

Yes, that delightful crimson mixture
I take before meals

and those strange little powders
after meals

and that chalky-looking substance
before I go to bed.

A nightcap I can hardly wait for.

Yes, yes, very tedious for you.

But I can only go on the symptoms
you've given me.

Now, Doctor... seriously.

I know you're going to say
that I'm imagining it, but...

don't you think that my symptoms
are rather like those of my poor wife?

Oh-ho, well, er...
yes and no.

Many quite different maladies produce
the same symptoms at the outset.

And nerves can play
a very tricky part, too.

And you've been under a great strain.

Still, we'll soon get to
the bottom of it, given time.

- Oh, no, no, not again, Doctor!
- Oh, it's pure routine.

Now...

Now just take a deep breath, will you?

And another.

Yes, that seems to be pumping away.

Yes, quite in good order.

You know, I never worry very much
about a man who has a good heart.

If I had facts, sir,
I wouldn't be here.

But I have reasons, sound ones,
for feeling as I do.

Well, as you feel so strongly about it,
let's have your reasons.

I can't give them without violating
the ethics of my profession.

I've been very patient with you, David,
but now I've had quite enough.

You've come here to deliberately
besmirch a man's reputation.

- A man too ill to defend himself...
- I do not.

No, no, no, hear me out.

I have the greatest sympathy for your
disappointment about Elizabeth.

- I object to that.
- Why?

You're disappointed
she's marrying another man.

It's not disappointment, sir,
but, quite frankly, I'm... alarmed.

- Alarmed?
- Because...

Because the man happens to be
Stephen Lowry.

Sir, I ask you to at least
postpone this marriage until...

- Until when?
- Until I have something more concrete.

I'm afraid you're
a very bad loser, David.

I'm sorry you take that view, sir.

MORESBY: You tell Mr Lowry
he'd better see me,

if he knows what's good for him.

CLERK:
But sir, I keep telling you,

he hasn't been to
the office for some days.

You're a liar! You're an 'umbug!

Oh, there you are, Mr Lowry.
I knew you'd come out of hiding

when you heard that
I wouldn't be put off.

- Sir, you're making a mistake.
- Herbert M0resby's the name.

I'm married to Lily Watkins' sister.

I'll take care of this, Hedges.

May I suggest this is not the
proper place to create a disturbance?

I know a very nice little pub
just round the corner.

- We can have a chat and a drink there.
- Now you're talking like a sensible chap.

It's the most charming little house,

and I do think it would be fun
to live in the country for a time.

I've always wanted to.
What do you think, Stephen?

(GRUFF EXCLAMATION)

Oh, I'm tiring you.

The doctor said I was only
to stay twenty minutes,

and I must have been here
for more than an hour.

Oh, darling, it's only
this medicine I have to take.

Anyway, don't take any notice
of what he says.

(KNOCKING)

- Excuse me, sir, your broth.
- Oh, Lord, is it time for that again?

- Do I have to?
- I'm sorry, sir,

but Dr Simpson said
you were to have it.

- I see you're in good hands.
- Thank you, Miss Travers.

I really must go, Stephen.

- Oh, must you, darling?
- I'll see you tomorrow.

Lily? Would you be so good
as to see Miss Travers out?

Please get well quickly, darling.

I want you to see the new house.
I know you'll love it.

I love you.

I'll see you tomorrow.

Bye.

-(PLAYER PIANO)
-(CHATTERING)

Well, Mr Lowry, if that letter
ain't worth five hundred pounds,

my name ain't Herbert Moresby.

I thought that'd give you
a bit of a turn.

Yes, it has. I never
expected anything like this.

Look pretty on a banner headline,
wouldn't it?

-"Stephen Lowry murders his wife..."
- Not so loud.

No more of that. If I'm to settle
with you, I want you sober.

Oh. So you're going to
settle, are you?

I thought you would.

You know, the first time I laid
eyes on you, I said to myself,

"Now, there's a sensible man."

But you don't look a bit like a bloke
what done in his...

Well, you'd be the last man I'd pick.

Better give me an address
where I can reach you.

What for?

Well... it may take some days
to raise such a large amount of money.

Oh, I can stay with a pal of mine.
He's potman at the King's Head.

Alf Peters is his name.

Well, here's the very best of health.

(HOWLING wmo)

(CREAKING GATE)

Do you feel better now?
I'll only be a few minutes.

Oh, Lily, I don't want a doctor.
I'm all right.

Don't be silly.
You've been getting worse every day.

You know what he'll do.
He'll just give me another bottle of...

I'm not going to listen to you.
He's only around the corner.

Well, Lily...

Come back as quick as you can.
Don't leave me alone too long.

I'll be five minutes.

(DOOR CLOSING)

Five minutes...

How could you bring
Father and myself to this place?

Surely it must be obvious to everyone
what kind of a man this is.

- Here, you be careful what you say.
- Be quiet.

And what about him, pretending
to be someone that he ain't?

- And getting me to take him into my confidence.
- Be quiet!

I didn't say I was Stephen Lowry.
That was your mistake.

But you evidently let him
go on believing it.

For your sake, Beth,
so this letter might come to light.

Why didn't you confront
Stephen with the letter?

It was not my place to do so,

because it was a question
of either blackmail,

-or murder.
- Quite right, Mr Macdonald.

Whether this letter
is a forgery or not,

I must charge this man with
attempted extortion. Take him away.

But you can't do that to me!

- It's his word against mine!
- And charge him.

Favouritism, that's what it is.
Favouritism!

Beth, I know this has been
a terrible ordeal for you,

but I had no alternative.

Really, David,
you're asking us to accept too much.

Remember, a short while ago,
you were defending Stephen.

But not for the murder of his wife.

I don't wish to discuss it any further.

Really, David, I think you must
be insane to have brought us here.

- Please, Father, will you take me home?
-(KNOCKING)

INSPECTOR:
Come.

Miss Lily Watkins, sir. I picked her up
coming out of the Lowry house.

Sorry to have brought you
here like this, Miss Watkins,

but we want to discuss
this letter with you.

(CRASHING GLASS)

Lily!

Lily... Lily!

(HOWLING wmo)

Lily!

Burke! Burke!

Burke!

- Mr Lowry, what happened, sir?
- Go and get the doctor.

Dr Simpson? I know where he lives, sir.
Go inside. I won't be a moment.

- Hurry.
- He's only round the corner.

Hurry, Burke.

I'm afraid we owe you an apology,
Miss Watkins.

There's not the slightest resemblance
between your writing

and the writing in this letter.

- There's no doubt that it's a forgery.
- I can go for the doctor now, sir?

- I'll see that you get a cab.
- He's awful sick, Miss Travers.

I'm so sorry, Lily. Really, David,
I hope you're satisfied with yourself.

You've not only humiliated me,
but also this poor girl.

Please, sir, is it all right
for me to go now?

Oh, certainly. I'm only sorry
you had to stay so long.

I'll go directly to him, Lily.
Are you coming, Father?

- Just one moment, Miss Travers.
- Oh, Miss Watkins.

I hope you won't think of
suing us for false arrest.

- Oh no, of course not.
- Then you won't mind signing this, will you?

- You don't want us to get into trouble, do you?
- Of course I don't.

- Your cab's ready, miss.
- Sign here, please, miss.

Well?

Miss Travers, I'm sorry, but...

it's very obvious now that
this is not a forged letter.

- It's not a forgery?
- This is Lily Watkins' true handwriting.

But... if it's not a forgery...

what's in it must be...

(sesame)

I'm sorry.

Thank you, Inspector.
I'm sure you will excuse us.

I'm afraid it had to be done this way.

Beth, let me take you home.

- Good night, Inspector.
- Good night, sir.

Make out a warrant
for the arrest of Stephen Lowry.

(HOWLING wmo)

Have you ever seen this bottle before?

What are they doing with that bottle?
What's happening?

Don't touch me. Get away from me!

You murderess!

Oh!
What's he talking about?

Mr Lowry claims
that you've been poisoning him

and that you poisoned his wife.

Poisoned his wife?

But... but he...

I've been poisoning him?

Oh, he must be delirious.

I... Where did you find that?

I found this bottle in your room
along with all this other stuff here.

But you couldn't have done.

How could you have
found it in my room?

Well, somebody must've put it there.

You...

It was you who put it there.

You planned this whole thing.

You've been giving
that poison to yourself.

That's why you weren't
getting any better.

And all the time
I was nursing you,

and nearly going
out of my mind with worry,

you've been planning to get me
arrested for trying to kill you.

Well, it won't work, you murderer!
It won't work!

Now, now, now.
He's a very sick man.

I've done everything I can,

but, as you planned,
I was called in too late.

Too late?

Too late?

Oh... why did you take so long?

You said you'd only be five minutes.

Only... five minutes.

I... I timed it.

I thought it would be safe.

You mean he's...?

There's nothing more I can do.

I've already sent for the ambulance.

I'm sorry, miss,

but I'm afraid I must take you
down to the station for questioning.

There's just one thing
I've got to know.

Did you plan this
right from the start?

Did you always hate me this much?

You couldn't have said
all those things

without meaning some of them,
could you?

Wasn't anything true, ever?
Not ever?

He's dead.

POLICEMAN:
Come along, miss.

(AMBULANCE BELL RINGING)

Do you remember the other ambulance?

And I said it should have been me.

I wish it had been.

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