Original subtitles

Let me out!

You hear? Let me out!

I'll talk, I'll squeal, but please let me out!

Look how it shakes. Impossible. It's just ridiculous.

Go. Call construction.

Bobby.

Go call construction.

And the painter.

Don't you understand what I mean?

You are in for life. There is no way out. So ..

Just be in a big panic, be hysterical.

And don't be afraid. Scream.

Arghh!

He's quite a ham. ─ Are you kidding?

He was a big star in Europe.

You mean Darman? ─ Sure.

Here he plays bits. Just nothing.

I guess you have to know the right people.

What did he do? Go out with a casting director?

Don't you know he's married to Charles Lester's daughter?

These continentals are charmers.

He married right in to the movie empire.

Now he's a big-shot. Co-producing and director.

Hey, don't do that. You want someone to fall and break his neck?

So what. They're insured.

Mister, I'm an honest salesman. This stuff is from bankruptcies, fire sales.

Alright.

And .. and you, Miss?

I have a beautiful coat. Just your size.

Size twelve.

You want me to show you?

It needs to shine. So it looks like real iron bars.

You understand?

Sure. A little shellac will do. That will dry fast with a hot lamp.

Let's go, boys.

Can I get some hot coffee?

It looks like it needs a little fixing. Right here.

Well that can be fixed. No extra charge.

Very nice. How much is it?

The original price was ninety bucks.

So help me.

For you, it's fifty.

Well I can only spare about twenty bucks now.

Well that's alright. Any arrangement you want.

Just give me your name and address, and ..

I'll come to your house.

To collect. Is five bucks a week alright?

Well maybe ten, maybe more. It depends on how business is.

And the name and address? ─ Sherry Steward.

Excuse me, Mr Darman. Could you turn around for a minute, please?

Sure. What is it?

It's for a layout for a magazine with an article about your type of pictures.

What is my type of pictures?

Bad ones?

Thank you.

Darman, I've got a little complication.

The girl that was supposed to do that bit in the waiting room.

She had to take her mother to hospital. An emergency.

She can't make it.

That's not so tragic. There must be somebody around who can ..

Speak a few lines

Now let me see.

Miss!

No, not you. The other one.

Me?

Will you kindly come here?

Don't be afraid.

Quite a dame, huh? ─ Hmm.

Can you learn a few lines during your lunch hour?

You mean, in the movie?

Speak lines?

Sure I could.

I think she looks alright.

That doesn't matter. She's a young moll ..

Visiting her friend in prison.

If she's good, she gets a nice close-up.

Gee, thanks, Mr Darman.

Bob. ─ Yes, sir?

Give her the lines and tell Leonard to help her with the dialogue. ─ Okay.

This is your part. The visiting girl.

One, two .. three lines!

And good ones.

Wow, I'm so excited.

Say .. you get all the credit, huh?

How is it drying?

I think we should break for lunch, huh?

One hour lunch. Two half hours.

May I have an outside line, please?

Ronnie? Guess what?

I've got a part.

No, with lines. And good lines.

And I'll get a close-up, too.

Ah, baloney.

It's always the same. Your turn big things into nothing.

Look honey, you just stick to modelling, instead of making a fool of yourself.

Oh, you idiot.

Why did I have to call you in the first place?

Shut up, stupid.

Okay, okay. I'll show you.

Hey mister, the old lady fainted.

At first she cried and said something about her son being executed in a week.

And then she fainted.

At first she cried and said something about her son being executed in a week.

And then she fainted.

Quiet please, this is a rehearsal. Give us a bell.

Silence. Get out of there.

Alright.

So you, Mrs .. ─ Frasier.

Mrs Fraser, you know, after acting you faint.

And you, Miss ..

Steward. ─ Miss Steward.

I told you. Don't forget to meet your mark, yes.

Now let's try it.

Silence.

Action.

Hey mister, the old lady fainted.

Wait a moment. How do you know that she fainted?

You didn't even look at her. ─ I'm sorry.

First, let her faint, then look at her.

Realise that she fainted.

Then give me an expression, then come forward ..

See your mark. Look where you stand.

And then talk. Look, the microphone is here.

It can't pick you up if you stop there. Let's go back.

Silence, please.

Now, let's try again.

Action!

Hey, mister! The old lady fainted.

At first she cried and said something about her son being executed in a week.

Oh yes, that's Camille's mother.

And then she fainted.

Look.

Look, Miss ..? ─ Steward.

Miss Steward. You're in a big close-up.

I want to see something in your eyes.

Not just waiting for a cue and then saying your lines.

You know, you have to project. Show me that you have pity for this woman.

Do something, you know. Some emotion. ─ Fine.

Try it again.

Alright. Silence.

What is it? Aren't you well, or what?

Oh, no. It's fine.

Alright, well let's go.

Silence.

Go.

Hey, mister. The old lady fainted.

First she cried and said ..

I forgot the line.

She said something about her son being executed in a week.

Oh, yes.

That her son would be executed in a week and then she fainted.

Sorry. I forgot to wait for the cue.

Alright, folks. We'll skip it. We'll do the reverse shot on the Warden.

Don't take it so hard, kid. It's not worth it.

That .. idiot.

He just confused me on purpose.

I knew what I was doing. ─ Shush. Not so loud.

What a jerk .. who does he think he is?

He just dismisses me like a dog.

In front of all those stupid dames.

Do you want to get thrown off he set? ─ I don't care.

[ Laughter ]

Look at him.

He has to find his laughs.

The great director.

Where would he be without his father-in-law?

Cut it out. Are you out of your mind?

What does he want me to do with three lousy lines?

I wasn't doing so badly before he started picking on me and confusing me.

That's his wife. That's Charles Lester's daughter.

Yep.

These continental phonies and their hand-kissing business.

Some women are stupid and fall for it .. ha!

Oh you're nuts. ─ Don't say that.

I'm allergic to him.

Scene 202. Take 1.

Action.

Hey mister, the old lady fainted.

What?

Of course she cried and said something about her son being executed in a week.

Oh yes, that's Camille's mother.

And then she fainted.

Cut and print.

Wonderful.

You did it in one take. Darling, you're a great actress.

Look at that fuss he makes.

Just to humiliate me.

To make me look ridiculous.

That .. that sloppy genius.

I'd like to kick his teeth out.

Don't get so excited, darling. It's not so important.

Oh, I hate him.

Calm down, dear.

I thought you did it very well. I liked it.

You did?

You see?

I needed that first break so badly.

Every casting director, every producer asks if you got a piece of film on you.

That was it.

I needed that film.

That swine had to spoil it for me.

Oh, I could kill him.

And I'm not joking.

Hi, Sherry.

So, what happened?

Did they sign you up to a long-term contract?

You shut up, you. Get out of here, all of you!

Go and have a barbecue at another place for a change.

Night, Sherry.

Don't get hysterical.

I knew it. ─ Sure, sure. You knew it.

You certainly weren't much of an encouragement.

Look honey, why don't you face it? Maybe you really don't have any talent.

I've got more talent than all those over-publicised dames.

Only they found the right guys. I have to have the ..

The bad luck to run into such a sexist idiot!

The son-in-law of a father-in-law. That's all he is.

But I'll show him.

That .. that monster!

Oh, you're crazy. ─ So, I'm crazy!

Let me go.

I need to grab you every time you get hysterical.

Alright. I'm alright. Now, let me go.

Come here and sit down.

Look, you're a smart guy.

I've got an idea.

Nothing big.

Just an idea.

On how to break his neck.

The movie industry has been through crises for years and years.

First the talkies, then color pictures.

Three dimensions.

Cinerama. Cinemascope.

Tomorrow it will be something else.

But whatever comes, good pictures will survive.

Just as Godzilla has survived. A good book.

Father is an old optimist. ─ Always.

Look, I don't wear suspenders.

And I don't wear a belt either.

But look at yourself.

What does it prove?

I'll bet you that old sourpuss of a husband of yours may fall.

Stand up a minute.

See.

A pessimist.

Always afraid he'll lose his pants.

Oh, that's an old joke. I heard it last week on television.

My dear.

That joke is a good deal older than television.

What is it? ─ A lady on the phone.

Who is she?

She didn't give her name. She says it is very urgent.

How did she get my phone number?

What is it, Walter?

A mystery woman .. tell her to call my office tomorrow morning.

She sounds very excited sir, and asked me to tell you she must speak to you.

I'll be right back.

Hello?

Mr Darman?

I hate to call you this late, but I've got to talk to you.

I'm waiting just outside your house, around the corner in a light-grey Chevy.

Please trust me and come.

It's very important.

I mean, for you.

What is it all about?

Hello?

Hello?

Hello?

Aren't you the girl who just called me?

Yes. Come inside, quick.

What is it all about?

Aren't you the .. girl who was on the set today?

What are you doing here?

Mr Darman, it may sound strange to you, but ..

I came to warn you. I had to.

To warn me of what?

Maybe it will sound like a lot of nonsense to you, but ..

I overheard my cousin talking. He's an extra.

To some fellows the other day about ..

A compromising letter that you were supposed to have written to a girl.

What are you talking about?

I don't know, but ..

Well, maybe some years ago.

I couldn't get the whole story. It was just that ..

I figured out that they wanted to use it.

To blackmail you with it.

If they find out that I came to warn you, they'll beat me up.

I'm even afraid that ..

You don't believe me. I can see it.

You think I made up the whole story.

Now listen, you little ..

I don't know what you're after ..

But you'd better disappear. But quick!

Before I call the police.

Let me go .. what do you want with me? Let me go!

Let me go or I'll scream for help.

What do you want?

You're lucky nobody was around, huh?

Good timing.

Maybe he didn't see our performance at all.

Don't worry. He saw it.

He just stood there with his face hanging down.

Maybe he's smart.

But I'm smarter.

Operator. Give me the Police Station, please.

The trouble is we are in the public eye too much.

A baker or a dentist or an insurance man ..

Marries, divorces or drinks. He's involved in scandals.

But the public doesn't care.

But we movie people are being watched.

That's why we must try to keep out of the headlines. Away from bad publicity.

Uh, never mind. Thank you, I'll drive there. It's quicker.

Thank you.

Her father has never been involved directly or indirectly in any scandal.

What is it, Walter? Something happened? ─ Nothing.

A hysterical little actress She tried for a big part. Let's not talk about it.

Can I have a little fresh coffee?

Oh, of course there are some drugs ..

Some crooks who keep the bad reputation alive.

Bob?

Did I wake you up?

Oh, I'm sorry.

Listen. Do you have by any chance the phone number of that ..

Minor part girl, you know. Who tried but ..

No, the other one.

Yeah, I think I have it right here on the call sheet.

Let's see.

Yeah. Sherry Steward.

Hillside 57800.

And she lives at 3457 North Carpenter Drive.

Uhuh.

Not at all, boss. Thanks. Goodnight.

[ Telephone ]

[ Telephone: ]

Yeah, yeah, yeah.

Hello?

This is Walter Darman speaking.

Are you Sherry Steward?

Yes. What do you want?

Are you safe?

What happened?

What did they do to you?

Oh don't worry about it. They just beat me up a little. That's all.

[ Telephone ]

Why don't you leave me alone.

Miss Steward, please, you must forgive me.

I didn't mean to offend you, but the whole story, you know, it sounded so ..

So absurd, I ..

Let me make up for it.

"Look, I feel it is my duty to protect you."

"Maybe I should have him arrested?"

No, no. Please don't. I took care of everything.

I gave the guy some dough.

But I mean, this is ridiculous. Then let me pay you back.

How much was it?

No thanks. I wouldn't take anything from you.

You might suspect me of some tricks again.

[ Telephone ]

[ Telephone ]

[ Telephone ]

[ Telephone ]

[ Telephone ]

So. That's it.

That's a wrap-up, folks. Thank you very much.

There is a little party on the set tonight. Just a few drinks.

Seven o'clock and everybody is invited.

Hey, look at that.

Hi, Sherry.

Having fun? ─ Sure.

Gee, you look beautiful.

Oh, you like it? I just got it for a modelling job.

Hi, Sherry. Boy, you look sharp.

Hi .. I just came from a party with some big-shots.

I thought I'd drop by and see how you were getting along.

Why don't you join us?

I have my friends here.

They are better than we are, huh?

Alright.

You want to sit here with us? ─ Yes, thank you.

Come on over.

He's alone. His wife isn't here.

Who?

Don't give me that. I know what's going on.

Ah, I don't know what you're talking about.

Aha. Many are getting drunk.

Give us another bottle here.

Why don't you go over there? It will do you good.

What makes you think I'm interested in that phony.

Didn't he call you the other night? Look, it's none of my business, but ..

Yeah, but he just apologized for that stupid scene. That's all.

Yeah? ─ Have a cigarette?

Bill, give me your glass.

Take it easy, boss. That's four in a row. Don't go so fast.

Ah, shut up. Where is your wife?

She's got to wait for the babysitter.

Walter .. to your health.

Thank you, Sam.

Where is your old lady?

Went with her father to Palm Springs for the weekend

Well, have a good time.

I'll do my best.

Ah, I think I've had enough.

I can see white mice already.

Have a little black coffee. That will fix you up.

Well, that's a fine way to celebrate the finish of your picture.

Oh, hello.

Excuse me, I feel a little dizzy. You know, I'm not used to drink.

Say, you look beautiful.

Like a movie star, maybe?

Always in black.

It's My favorite color.

Come on, let's dance.

Alright. Exercise.

I'm a very bad dancer.

Goodnight, Walter. ─ Goodnight, Sam.

Goodnight.

Goodnight, boss.

See you tomorrow. ─ Yeah.

Take care of yourself, boss. And no more drinks.

Are you kidding? I'm glad I got out of it.

Goodnight. ─ Night, boss.

Give me a glass of Seltzer.

Goodnight.

Jan.

Jan!

Lost somebody?

Yes.

My girlfriend was supposed to have taken me home.

I guess she must have forgotten. ─ Well, I'll take you.

It will be good for me.

A little fresh air is exactly what I need. Huh?

Yes, but .. ─ Oh, don't be afraid.

I'm sober. Want to give me a test?

Yes. Let's try.

Go on. ─ What's my name?

Ha ha!

Sherry ..

Now you've got me.

Sherry .. oh wait: "Stevens"?

"Steward", Mr Darman.

Sherry Steward.

Remember that name.

Oh. I think I went too far.

That's alright. I'll use the back entrance.

Thanks for bringing me home. ─ Thank you.

Goodnight. ─ Goodnight.

Goodnight.

And sleep well.

[ Door knocks ]

What is it?

It's Walter. You forgot your gloves.

Come in.

Here.

Why did you come through the back porch? ─ What's the difference?

Why not stay for a while?

Alright. My family is out of town. I'm not in a hurry.

Just for a nightcap. A short one. ─ Fine. ─ Sit down.

I'm not a coward.

Oh, I love this place.

It smells to me of incense. Some kind of a forbidden flavor.

Hmm.

What are you going to have?

Well, I'll have something sweet .. a little sherry.

Some sherry for Sherry, huh? ─ Hmm. Clever.

To your picture. It should make a lot of money.

You know, my father-in-law thinks that I'm too arty.

That my pictures don't appeal to the public.

Ah, what does he know?

Come on. Get drunk.

I liked you before when you were a little .. tipsy.

What did I do?

You were a little more .. aggressive.

And it is very becoming to a man of your ..

Shall I say, intellect?

No, you shouldn't offend people in your own ..

What's the matter, Mister Darman?

Don't you feel well?

I feel horrible.

I think.

I shouldn't drink any more.

Oh come on, don't be a bad sport.

One more won't kill you. Come, come.

You great man.

Ronnie? I've got him here.

Sure .. fast asleep like a baby.

Be here about 9 o'clock tomorrow morning.

Alright.

[ Radio ] "Do you feel dizzy in the morning?"

"Do you suffer from headaches, hangovers?"

"Go to your nearest drugstore and ask for FeelFine."

"The economy-sized miracle tonic."

"FeelFine!"

"Now, Fields of the Tulips by Ernest Gold."

Oh you're up already?

Say, you snore like a whole regiment.

I couldn't sleep for a second.

My, you look unhappy.

That isn't very much of a compliment.

You .. brute.

We'd better do something about that lipstick on your shirt.

And your face.

Or you'll be in trouble.

How did this happen?

Oh .. trying to plea an amnesia victim?

How did this happen, huh?

And this?

You no-good ..

[ Door knocks ]

Come in.

Oh pardon me. You've got company.

That's alright, Ronnie. Meet Mr Darman.

Walter Darman. Director-Producer.

He just came in to offer me a part.

If you're looking for your shoes darling, they're under the couch.

I'll be right back, boys.

Don't feel embarrassed, Mr Darman.

Sherry and I are just good friends.

Pals. No attachments whatsoever.

What's the matter, Mr Darman? Don't you feel well?

I don't know. Maybe I need some ..

Fresh air. Where is my ..?

Here, let me help you. ─ Thank you.

That .. Sherry is quite a rough dame, huh?

You're like a frightened schoolboy.

I can't understand. How could this happen? What time is it?

It's just past nine. ─ That's terrible. Where are my shoes?

Don't worry about me, Mr Darman.

I'll keep my mouth shut. I know a lot of little scandals.

I never mention them.

For instance, do you know Fowler? The casting director at Corona Studios?

Well, he's got a very jealous wife.

And he's gotten mixed up with Claire De Farrell. The little French actress.

Oh gee, what a mess. His wife wanted to shoot her.

But the girl wanted to kill herself anyway.

So?

I can't see if it would have made too much of a difference.

Oh, you're dressed already?

Turn around and I'll try to get it out for you.

I think I should be going because they will be looking for me.

Oh, is your wife back in town?

I hope not. It would be terrible.

Say.

Mr Darman, you're quite a big-shot. I've read quite a bit about you.

You think there would be a chance for me to get a job?

Something very easy.

Oh cut it out, Ronnie. Walter is not in the mood to discuss your problems now.

Well, have you got a Coke in the icebox? ─ Why don't you look?

Don't worry about the dress, darling.

Fortunately, it's gone right near the label. I can fix it myself.

I had better go.

Call me again sometime.

And drop in when your family is out of town.

Okay?

Alright .. I'll call you.

Bye, Mr Darman.

I almost feel sorry for that guy.

I don't.

"If you're going to marry him."

"I'll leave this house."

"Don't you like him?"

"No."

"He likes you very much."

"I know."

"Henry is awfully naive. You know what I mean."

"I get the feeling I'm catching on."

Now look Carl, I'll tell you something.

For instance, here you know, she fluffs some of her lines so much ..

It has no meaning as it's too short. I think all the pauses are missing.

Well.

I showed it to Mr Lester yesterday and he suggested cutting it even more.

Oh, he saw it?

As a matter of fact, I think it still drags a little.

Sure .. continue.

"What gives you the idea?"

"If you want to know."

"And you should know."

Look, Walter.

I ran the whole picture twice, just to ensure I'm not doing you any injustice.

I even talked it over with the projectionist.

Everybody's opinion is valuable.

I admit there are some artistic shots.

But in general, it's a dull picture.

I'm sorry, but there is no beating about the bush.

When big money is involved.

Maybe you should have assigned somebody else.

Maybe I am too continental for this type of story, as you like to say.

Please, Walter, father never says such things with a bad intention.

That might even be meant as a compliment.

Every time we have these arguments, Walter.

You put on the expression of a martyr.

You've been in America long enough to catch on to the public's taste.

The public's taste is much higher than you would expect.

Excuse me for saying this.

It seems to be easier to make pictures for little kids and imbeciles.

Making little delinquents of a whole generation.

The poor adult has to sit through it and suffer.

Always the same story, the same characters, the same happy endings.

Just ridiculous.

What's the use of arguing?

I'm going to do everything possible to save my investment.

I talked to Fred and Seymour.

They are going to rewrite a few scenes. You are going to re-shoot them.

And it will save the picture.

Just like that?

And who is going to tell us what's right and what's wrong?

Why don't you sneak the picture first?

Well, that's not the answer.

For any intelligent producer or director a sneak preview is a nightmare.

These kids laugh off every intelligent thought, every decent emotion.

Every sentiment.

But because they want to play tough ..

Everybody is a critic.

After the preview they rush into the lobby and write fifty cards.

It stinks. Throw it to the birds.

In other words .. it's just worthless.

You're a hopeless case, Walter.

I'm getting sick and tired of arguing.

I'm an old-timer.

I know something about picture making.

And I can give you a practical quick recipe for a good motion picture.

Take a handful of sex.

Mix it with violence.

Give it some comedy relief.

Give it the right timing, add a happy ending, and you can't miss.

Goodnight.

I'll walk to the door with you. Come Walter, don't let him go like this.

Now look what you've done.

I try so hard to keep the peace between you two.

You know Carl, if we could get some train whistles.

Noises I mean. Night modes. Something like this, you know.

I've got a terrific loop prepared. Do you want to hear it?

Sure.

Oh, that's another one.

Yeah, this it.

[ Train whistle noises. Loud ]

Well, there is a gentleman to see you, Mr Darman.

Hi, Walter. Am I disturbing you?

Oh, hello. Who are you?

Don't you remember me? Ronnie. Sherry's friend.

Carpenter Drive. Don't you remember?

Oh yes. Sure.

How are you?

I was just over to see the casting director so I thought I'd drop in.

And see what you're doing. ─ Nice of you.

Say, why don't you give her a ring sometimes?

She's such a nice kid.

The poor girl feels hurt. Why, just the other day she said ..

Now look, I am so busy here you know.

Preparing for dubbing and scoring. It's a lot of work.

I understand.

But Walter, you didn't call her once in six weeks.

Go on. Be a nice guy.

Hello. How's it going?

Hello, Mr Lester.

Oh, hello Charlie. How are you?

I'll be right with you.

You must excuse us. We have some business to talk over now.

Oh, I understand. That's perfectly alright.

Oh, Walter.

By the way, can I see you for a second?

[ Whispering ]

Thanks, Walter. You're a real pal. I wouldn't ask if it wasn't an emergency.

And don't forget to call her. She'll be tickled.

Who is that repulsive character?

Oh.

Oh .. a bit player. An extra.

He comes in once in a while to borrow some money.

You can't refuse these people.

Did you shorten the card-game scene? ─ Thirty-four feet.

It makes quite a difference in tempo.

I'd already suggested it to Mr Darman, but ..

He fell in love with the camera angle.

Who's that you should call?

Didn't you hear me, Walter?

Who in particular must you call?

Oh.

His girlfriend. She's an actress.

He says that I promised her a part but I don't know about it.

Did you find the medium shot?

Oh, it must be in this can.

Oh, I'd have given anything to have seen his face.

I'm telling you. He was as pale as a sheet of paper.

Scared, huh? ─ Like a little boy.

Tell me again. What did you say to him?

I casually said, don't forget to call her.

She'll be tickled.

You sure the old man could hear you?

I'm telling you. His eyes popped out. He looked like an owl.

Fine.

I'll give him about two more weeks.

It will give him false hope that everything is fine and dandy.

And then ..

Say, you are a tough one, ain't you.

When I make up my mind, I'm ..

[ Door knocks ]

Who could that be?

Oh today is Friday. That's Papasha come for his ten bucks.

You have any change?

Oh, I'll pay it back to you.

Come in, Papasha.

Good evening.

Sorry, I'm here again.

As usual .. here.

Good evening, young man.

Hi. What's new in the movie business?

Oh, I hear they're going to have some ..

Retakes on that Darman picture next week.

He didn't mention a thing.

Say, that would be a good idea for me to see him again.

I'd better check with general casting, to put me on call.

That's a good idea.

The prisoners come in.

They come down .. and then cut.

Alright.

A little higher.

Bob. ─ Yes, sir?

This door is closed.

On cue, all the women come in and stop in front of the door.

Understand? ─ Hello, Mr Darman.

Oh, hello.

What are you doing here?

Just making a living .. keep going.

I called you a few times but there was no answer.

Now don't give me that.

I'm not the type that becomes a pain in the neck .. just because ..

I'll talk to you later. I'll call you.

You know you won't.

By the way, I'm sorry if Ronnie is becoming a customer of yours.

I have nothing to with it.

Just throw him out, that jerk.

We're ready, Mr Darman.

Yes, coming.

Clear the set.

Let's go!

[ Buzzer ]

Yes?

"Miss Sherry Steward on 4."

Look. Tell her I'm not here.

"She called twice while you were in conference."

"She says it's very urgent."

Thank you.

Hello?

I'm sorry to bother you, Walter.

You know I'm not in the habit of doing it .. but ..

I'm in trouble.

What can I do for you?

You don't seem to understand.

Whatever you do for me, you do for yourself.

I don't get it.

What have I to do with it?

You really don't want me to discuss it on the phone, do you?

I'd hate to think that someone might listen.

For your sake.

Hello?

Are you there?

Don't you think it would be worthwhile to discuss it in person?

I'll be there in about .. 30 minutes.

It's no fun for me, either.

I mean.

Well, it's not my fault.

Even if I don't pretend to be a little victim that's ..

Well you must admit, that we're both to blame.

Equally at least.

The woman is always the one to take the punishment.

Nature is unjust .. and so are men.

They look hurt when something goes wrong.

How should I feel?

Now can you sit there like an offended virgin.

Say something for heaven's sake.

I don't know what. What do you expect me to say?

I know what I can expect.

So let's be realistic and talk about it.

Let me at least make a decent exit into my retreat.

How much?

Now you sound like a horse dealer.

Alright.

Let me answer you in the same way.

Fifty thousand.

You are joking.

Oh sure, sure. I am just in the mood for joking.

What did you expect?

To pay my fare back to Louisiana and give me five bucks for expenses?

No, but I mean ..

Fifty thousand?

Where .. where shall I get it?

Your father-in-law has millions.

He'd be very glad to help you out of a jam.

You don't expect me to tell him?

Why not?

Men usually sit together on things like this.

He would gladly, to help you avoid a scandal.

But .. this is ridiculous.

Be reasonable.

[ Door knocks ]

Who is it?

Today is Friday, Miss Steward. Did you forget?

I told you at the studio about Papasha.

The screen door is open. Come in.

I don't want to be seen.

Oh sure. Why don't you just crawl under the bed?

I'm in a hurry, Papasha.

Why that's alright .. if you want to pay me next Friday.

Okay?

That's alright. I've the money right here.

Okay .. and I got this.

Three silk shirts for your boyfriend.

He said you'd pay for them.

Huh?

Huh?

Go, go, go, go, go.

Go on, get out.

Here, take this. Take it. Go!

Go, I said.

And if you get fresh again, I'll call the police.

It's alright. I'll explain later.

A crazy mixed-up girl.

The stupid, blathering idiot.

Making passes. Everybody makes passes.

Next time I won't even let him in.

What is it?

What are you staring at?

Oh. Suspicious again?

Playing tricks on you, huh?

You're damned right.

Your whole story is a cheap trick.

Stupid. Unintelligent.

I never even touched you.

I couldn't have been that drunk that I wouldn't remember.

You and your boyfriend.

Aren't you ashamed?

I have nothing more to say to you.

Get out!

There is no reason to be so upset, Walter.

Every picture has a new problem.

Take it easy. Relax.

I've set a sneak preview for Wednesday at the Cosmopolitan.

Now we'll see what the public has to say.

I don't think Walter is well. Maybe we should call a doctor.

No. Don't worry about me. I'm alright.

I need a little rest.

How about a light sedative?

I took two phenobarbitones just a little while ago.

I don't think he should go to the sneak preview. Its nerve-wracking.

Well, that's the business.

I think he ought to see and hear the reaction for himself.

An ostrich policy isn't of much help.

I'll live through it. I hope.

Excuse me. Telephone.

For Mr Darman.

Who is it? ─ Miss Steward.

Who is Miss Steward?

I don't know.

Tell her I must .. no, wait.

Tell her ..

I'm sick and the doctor is here and she can't call me.

Just a moment, Henry. I'll take it. ─ No!

Hello?

Please don't call me.

No. I'm telling you.

Of course I will.

Look, I don't feel well.

I had to call the doctor.

Give me a chance.

"I'll call you tomorrow." ─ Alright.

But if not, I'll come to see you.

He's cracking up.

I don't know. Maybe you're going too far.

You know when you drive a guy like him to despair, you never know what he'll do.

So, what can he do, wise-guy?

Go to the police and spill it.

That coward?

He wouldn't do such a thing.

He's afraid of bad publicity. His father-in-law would throw him out.

I know what I'm doing. Don't worry.

Well, squeezing him a little bit is okay with me.

But how can you ever expect to get fifty grand?

Now isn't that just ridiculous.

Because I want to see him cry.

I want to see him go to pieces.

Just because he didn't let you read few lousy lines?

Yes .. three lines. Three lousy lines.

It would have made all the difference in the world to me.

How he humiliated me in front of all those idiots.

I can still see those grinning faces.

How he embraced that other girl.

That phony snob.

I wasn't good enough for three lousy lines.

You can bet he'll pay.

I'll show him.

I'll show him what an actress I am.

Ah, you're nuts. ─ Okay, so I'm nuts!

Uhuh.

Ronnie, I need you out of the way.

You got to Mexico City and I'll arrange everything.

Meanwhile, you look for a little nightclub to buy.

I'll be there soon, and we'll get married.

What?

We've got to, you big idiot.

Walter. ─ Hmm?

Is it differences with father about the picture ..

Or is it something else that troubles you?

What else? Or course not.

What gives you that idea?

I don't know.

All of a sudden, I thought perhaps you ..

Might be involved with somebody.

Maybe because you never explained the mysterious phone call.

Nonsense.

Some ambitious little actress.

Don't be angry. I had to ask for my peace of mind.

Lucille.

What would you do ..

If you find out something ..

Bad about me?

I don't think I could ever forgive you.

I would lose my respect and admiration for you and that would be the end.

Sixteen thousand?

Is that all?

All right. Sell it. I need the money.

Thank you, Gordon.

[ Buzzer ]

Yes? ─ "Miss Steward to see you."

Put her ..

I'm sorry, Walter. You must hate me.

But you didn't call and you didn't come by like you promised.

Maybe you expected me to commit suicide?

Sorry, I'm not the type.

Sit down.

Tell me.

Why did you pick me of all the people?

Pick you? For what?

For all the trouble you are inventing.

Look, if you want to, you can call your own doctor for an appointment.

Any time you wish.

That doesn't prove a thing.

Do you want to deny that you spent the night in my house?

That I can't.

You have a witness.

He came just on time.

You're disgusting.

So are you.

Alright .. if you want to come out in the open, it's alright with me.

I've nothing to worry about.

I tried to avoid this little scandal for your sake.

Come to think of it, it isn't a bad idea.

Look what happened to Terry Sanders after that scandal with that ..

Shnook producer, Sidney whatever-his-name-is.

She got a lot of offers from all the independents.

Now she's a star.

You've figured all the angles, huh?

Miss Steward, I can see through your game.

I am honest enough to put my cards on the table.

I have a clear conscience. You know it.

All I am concerned about is my .. wife.

Whom I respect very much. And my father-in-law who ..

Who hates bad publicity.

Maybe I'm a coward.

Maybe I should go and ..

Never mind.

Look.

Let me out of your scheme.

I've got about sixteen thousand dollars.

In stocks. You can have it in a few days.

Let me go or I'll scream.

I'm sick and tired of your suspicions.

I told you my price.

What's the next step .. Miss Steward?

Let me keep you in suspense, Mr Darman.

Goodbye, Miss Steward. ─ Goodbye.

[ Telephone ]

Hello?

The sneak preview?

No, not Wednesday, Thursday.

At the Cosmopolitan Theater in Glendale.

Alright.

The preview is Thursday night at the Cosmopolitan in Glendale.

Don't be a smart guy. Do what I told you.

You are a determined girl, aren't you.

Tell the boys I have some dough for them.

We leave for Mexico City in a couple of days. I have the tickets.

Yes, General.

In all my 30 years of picture making, I never saw anything like it.

All the laughs in the wrong place.

That feeling of unrest throughout the picture.

I've never felt so terrible in my life.

I should have taken the scissors myself.

Instead of arguing with a stubborn, arts-stricken genius.

And cut all the dragging meditations and ..

Psychological nonsense and deep ideas ..

I'm telling you, it was all staged!

There were some guys in the rear.

Some in the front, and some in ..

In the balcony.

The public tried to shut them up.

I talked to the manager.

He said it was obvious.

They must have been hired .. to make trouble.

Hired .. by whom?

I don't know.

By me maybe? To prove my point?

I don't know.

Maybe.

I'm through with you.

Walter, I'm afraid that's the end.

Father will never forgive you. And I don't blame him. I won't either.

Pardon me, sir. Do you wish anything?

No, thank you.

Wait.

Didn't the phone ring a while ago?

Yes, sir. It was for Mrs Darman.

Who was it?

A lady, sir. She didn't give her name.

What did you tell her?

Why she said it was very important so I switched her to Mrs Darman's room.

Goodnight, sir.

"All I can say is that it is very much in your own interest."

"And if you refuse, you'll be sorry, Mrs Darman."

"Miss Steward, did you say?" ─ "Sherry Steward."

"And the address, just a second."

"Alright."

"3457 North Carpenter Drive."

"Just past Rockwell and turn left."

"When can I expect you?"

"Wait."

"Let me think it over. I'll call you back."

"What's your number?."

Walter Darman speaking.

Why don't you leave my wife alone?

What are you trying to do, frame me?

Exactly, Mr Darman.

You are insane.

Have me locked up in an insane asylum.

There are other ways.

"You want to have me arrested?"

"Go ahead."

I warn you.

Don't force me to the extreme.

And what is the extreme, Mr Darman?

You want to kill me?

You wouldn't have the guts.

It would be bad publicity and your father-in-law wouldn't like it.

"Ha ha ha."

Just beautiful. It can't be better.

Yeah, I like it. I think I'll take it.

And I'll need another travelling costume.

But something exquisite.

Good afternoon, Marion.

Good afternoon, Mr Darman. ─ Is the movie over here?

Everything. All the reels.

They organised them just as you ordered.

Look .. I don't want to be interrupted by anybody.

No visitors, no phone-calls.

I just want to see the picture without any interruption.

How about the cutters?

Nobody. Not even Mr Lester.

And please order me a big container of hot coffee, yes?

Alright.

You have a date tonight? ─ No. Why?

Can you stay overtime, until I finish the picture?

Of course I will.

Thank you.

Henry.

Yes, Mrs Darman?

I'll be at Violet's most of the afternoon.

Tell Mr Darman to have dinner without me. I may be delayed.

Mr Darman said he'll probably work late and eat something at the office.

He says he'll run the whole picture for himself.

Alright. Goodbye, Henry. ─ Goodbye, Mrs Darman.

Marion. What time is it?

It's a quarter to six, Mr Darman.

I am starting.

[ Train whistle. Loud ]

[ Train whistle. Loud ]

[ Train noises. Loud ]

Who is it?

Is that you, Papasha?

What kind of a joke is this?

Who is it?

What .. what do you want?

Let me keep you in suspense.

[ Train noises. Loud ]

Hello?

Mr Darman's office.

Marion, can I get something cold to drink?

Sure, Mr Darman.

You look tired. Your eyes are red.

Why don't you take a rest for a while?

You've been at it for over an hour.

It's a strain on your eyes.

Yes, my eyes hurt and my head.

Did somebody call?

Yes. Here's a list of the people who called: the lab, Mr Graham, your lawyer.

Well, I think I need a little fresh air. I'll be right back.

Hello?

I beg your pardon?

Oh, Mrs Darman.

No, he's just stepped out for a moment.

What?

Mr Darman, your wife just called. She ..

She ..

Calm down. What is it?

She came to visit somebody and she found that person dead.

Murdered.

What?

She's so upset, poor thing. She asked me to tell you to come over.

It's .. wait, I have it written down.

3457 North Carpenter Drive.

When did you see that guy last?

He came here quite often.

An elderly man wearing a round hat and a .. coat.

And carrying a large suitcase.

You never talked to him?

Well, he tried to engage in conversation, but we avoided it.

He looked so suspicious.

He had a horrible grin on his face.

Like an imbecile, I'd say. ─ Exactly.

And once, do you remember, Millie.

He got fresh and the poor girl had to chase him away.

She threatened to call the police.

I'm telling you, Inspector. That's him.

Mrs Darman, how well did you know the girl?

I didn't know her at all.

I received a telephone call last night.

She gave me her name and address and .. and urged me to meet her.

I usually don't accept this kind of an invitation, but ..

She sounded so .. ─ What ..?

What do you mean, you usually don't accept this kind of invitation?

You get these calls often?

Well, occasionally there are some girls ..

Who want me to put in a good word for them with my husband ..

To get in the pictures?

Everybody wants to get in the pictures.

Walter, I'm so glad you're here. ─ Come now. Come now.

Mr Darman? ─ Yes.

This is my secretary, Miss Kelly.

Inspector Collins. ─ How do you do.

Mr Darman, did you know that your wife came to see Miss Steward?

No. I was busy running my picture.

My wife called my secretary and told me what happened.

Did you know Miss Steward?

I don't know. I can't recall the name.

Just take a look.

Oh. I think she ..

Tried for a bit part in my latest picture.

She was an extra, you know.

She came to see you, Mr Darman.

Two days ago.

Oh yes. Of course.

I see so many people.

Oh, well I can understand that.

Can you recall by any chance what she wanted?

Hmm .. a break.

I am sure, just as any girl who comes to see me ..

That's probably why she wanted to see my wife.

Mrs Darman.

Can you recall by an chance what she ..

I mean ..

What was it that she said that made you think it important to come to see her?

Excuse me, Inspector.

Would you mind if I bring my wife home.

She doesn't feel well. ─ Not at all.

Thank you .. come.

What's the score, Johnny?

Quite a refined murderer. He wears silk gloves.

Good morning, Mr Collins.

Good morning, Mr Darman. I hope you don't mind.

No. Marion told me you were here.

How are you? Why don't you sit down?

I just dropped in to ask a few questions.

Go ahead .. oh ..

Tired?

Yes .. I had a terrible night.

My wife, you know. She's upset, poor thing.

She has to quiet down. It was a great shock to her.

You mean, to find the body of a strangled girl? I can understand that.

Things like that don't happen every day.

Not even every second day.

Now, this is a darned clever thing.

How does it work?

It's for cutting movies, you know.

The picture is on the right side and the sound is on the left.

And the pedals?

Oh, the left is for forward.

And the right is for backward.

Can it run by itself?

Sure .. there is a switch.

Your secretary said you were handling it yourself last night when your wife called.

Hey, what's this?

Gloves.

Hmm. You know, film is very delicate material.

It scratches easily.

So we .. we are using gloves.

Well, to get back to the case.

Well, the two neighbors told me that ..

Miss Steward had a boyfriend. Did you know him?

I really don't know.

Is he in the business?

A movie extra among other things.

He disappeared suddenly. ─ Oh?

Moved out of his apartment. Apparently left town.

What's this?

It's .. the door to the back lot.

It is locked. Nobody uses it.

Well .. do you know a character named Papasha, or whatever they call him?

Sure. He almost belongs to the ..

Studio inventory.

Well, those two spinsters are ..

Quite sure that he's the murderer.

Will you excuse me for a moment? ─ Oh, sure. Sure.

Marion. ─ Yes, Mr Darman?

Would you kindly call my house and ask for my wife, please.

I'll do it right away. ─ And tell the boys to pick up the film.

Shouldn't you go inside?

It may be too cold for you here.

The night air feels so good. It's like a nerve massage.

Was your father here to see you?

Just for a little while. He had to leave.

In order to avoid meeting me, huh?

Inspector Collins called.

I invited him over tomorrow. I'll tell him all I know.

Walter.

How well did you know that girl?

The doctor gave me strict orders not to talk about the case.

For my sake?

Or for yours?

The night wind is quite cold. I think I'd better go inside.

Mr Darman, I came in to apologize.

To apologize for what?

For my wrong conception of you. May I sit down?

I've got to make a full confession.

You know, I let my deductive talents run away with me.

I was so sure that in a short time I'd have all the details put together ..

There would be nothing left but to arrest you.

Wait until you hear this. You'll love it.

If figured that you were ..

Somehow involved with this Steward girl.

Amorously, I'm thinking.

That .. she was blackmailing you.

And that she threatened to break up your marriage and ruin your career ..

And make your life miserable.

Now. Now, in your desperation, you got the crazy idea to get rid of her.

At any cost.

Eventually to murder her.

Now, as an intelligent man and a film-maker.

You knew that you had to establish an alibi.

That is, if you wanted to get away with it.

There was the Moviola.

You knew it could run mechanically during your absence ..

And could give the impression that you were working here at the critical time.

And your secretary could confirm it with a clear conscience.

Now, what do you say to that?

Now .. now you were working in your gloves.

Gloves. To protect the film.

And suddenly you get the idea to ..

You understand what I mean?

Well.

I was so carried away with my brilliant conception I thought that after this ..

Masterpiece of thinking and combining I'd be promoted to replace J. Edgar Hoover.

Ah, well.

Late last night the shock came.

The real murderer broke down and confessed.

Who?

The old man.

What old man?

Papasha. It will break in the afternoon papers.

Now, you've got to admit I do have an imagination.

Maybe my version would make a good movie. What do you say, Mr Darman?

Huh?

Hmm.

Ah, I've got to rush.

Give me best regards to your charming wife.

Oh, and tell her our date for this afternoon is off.

Good day, good luck.

They probably gave him the third degree and he just collapsed from exhaustion.

He's mixed-up, poor guy.

Any psychiatrist can get him out of this.

Don't say that. It was a premeditated murder.

Not a sudden impulse.

Papasha didn't wear gloves just by coincidence.

Hey boss, did you hear it? ─ What?

About Papasha. Could you believe it?

No.

Oh Mr Darman, are you coming back?

Paper, mister?

Daily Mirror. Citizen newspaper.

Is that the latest? ─ Yeah. The next comes at midnight.

Looking for the racing results?

No.

What's the other paper? ─ Oh, here.

Keep the change. ─ Thanks a lot.

Daily Mirror. Citizen newspaper.

Daily Mirror. Citizen newspaper.

Latest edition.

Daily Mirror. Citizen newspaper.

Daily Citizen.

Mr Darman, what brings you here?

Mr Collins, I knew I wouldn't find the news of Papasha in the evening papers.

But .. it doesn't make any difference.

I would have come anyway.

And you knew it.

Of course. I expected you.

I'm sorry I had to use such a cheap and obvious trick.

But I wanted to make it easier for you.

And for me.

Sit down, Darman.

Mister Darman, if you please.

You can't deprive me of my dignity just because I have ..

Bad luck.

Forgive me, Mr Darman.

May I use your phone?

Of course, sir.

Thank you.

Henry?

Can I talk to my wife.

Lucille?

I just wañted to tell you.

Don't expect me.

I know, Walter. Don't explain.

It's the only thing to do.

Goodbye, Walter.

I'll come to see you as often as you want me to.

Goodbye.

How did it happen?

I remember it as a movie set.

I remember I çalled the painter.

And asked him ..

To give it a shine.

To make it look ..

Like real iron bärs.

How did it happen?

Movies.

Take a handful of sex.

Mix it with violence.

Give it some comedy relief.

With the right timing.

And a happy ending.

Sorry.

No happy ending for this one.

T-G