All language subtitles for Angel Face (1953)

What is it,
George?

Suicide?
Gas.

No, sir,
an accident.
Mrs Tremaine...

All right,
where is she?

Upstairs.

We probably
won't need that.

Just stand by.

Oh...it was like...

being smothered.

My head was pounding.

I tried to reach
the balcony,

but...the doors
were closed.

I called out
for Charles...

All right,
Mrs Tremaine,
just relax the arm.

I was in my room
in bed, reading.

Where is your room?

Across the hall.

I thought
I heard her cry out.

She was lying there.

The room
was full of gas,

so I pulled her out
into the air.

I shouted to the butler,

but I guess
he didn't hear me.

I saw she was coming to,
so I left her to
turn off the gas,

but the key
wasn't there.

Someone took it,
I tell you.

Someone tried
to murder me.

Now, now,
Mrs Tremaine.

Key's here now.

No, that's the one
from my room.

I went back
across the balcony
and got it.

Is this the other one
down here?

Where?

Under the logs.

She might've kicked it
with her foot.

Unless you
think she...

Oh, no, that's
out of the question.

I'll telephone
the drugstore

to send up
some pills
which she can take

when she wakes up.

Will you need us
anymore, Doc?

No, thank you
very much.

Now, will you show me
your room, please?

Yeah.

There's my bedroom.

And, er, this is my study.

She's OK.

She didn't even
need this.

The doctor gave her
a sedative.

Hey...

Look, take it easy.

I told you she was
going to be fine...

Leave me alone,
please!

Now, look...

Come on, stop it.

Stop it!

Leave me alone,
please!

Now, look,

the manual says
that's supposed
to stop hysterics

it doesn't say
a word about getting
slapped back.

I'm sorry.

It's all right.
Forget it.

I've been slapped
by dames before.

That your mother?

Stepmother.

Next time, see if
you can't remember

to pull that punch
a little bit.

Yes, I'll remember.

Want to go
for a cup of coffee?

No, I promised Mary
I'd call her.
She's waiting for me.

Lucky.

You know it.

See you tomorrow,
buddy.

Good night, Frank.

Well, if it ain't
the dead-body jockey.

Sure, Harry,
that's why I come here.

So much
like the morgue.

That ain't funny.

What's happened
to business, anyway?

Got nothing to do
but sit here

doping the horses.

How do you like
Hilly in the seventh?

Ah, she'll still
be around

when they start
the eighth.

Hello.

Well, hello.

You do get around
fast, don't you?

I parked
my broomstick outside.

Beer, Harry.

And what
do witches drink?

Smoke?
Just coffee.

No.

Don't drink,
don't smoke,

how old are you?

20.

Next month.

I had to get out.

I couldn't stay there
after what happened.

What did happen?

I don't know.

Father wouldn't even
let me in the room.

He told me
to call the doctor

and just wait.

It was horrible
not knowing.

Shouldn't someone
answer it?

Hey, get
that phone, will you?

Maybe it's for you.

Maybe it's the girl
you were calling
when I came in.

Now, what makes you so sure
I was calling a girl?

It would have to be.

Unless
she's your wife.

What's the matter,
can't you hear the phone?

Hello.

I'm not married.

You here, Frank?
Yes or no?

Yeah, I'm here.

Yeah,
he says he's here.

Hello.

Yes.

Where did I get to?

Where were you
when I called?

But you know
I can't hear the phone

when I'm in the shower.

Darling,
what's got into you?

Nothing's
got into me.

I'm just beat,
that's all.

'What was it,
a rough call?'

Yeah, rough.

I'll see you
tomorrow.

Tomorrow?

But I've got
everything ready.

Darling,
you stay there.

I'll be right over,
and...

I said we'll skip it
for tonight.

Besides, I just
had a sandwich.

Yeah.
Yeah, good night.

You know something?

I haven't eaten either.

Well,
let's go and eat.

- Good night, Harry.
- Good night.

Hey, now.
This yours?

Mm-hmm.

It's not
a stock XK.

Twin stacks...

what is it,
the Le Mans job?

That's right.

You know
how to drive it?

Oh, I think so.

Did you race
professionally?

Oh, yeah.

Midgets, Hot Rods,

everything
but Indianapolis.

I was getting ready
to try that

when the war
came along.

Oh.

That's when you started
driving ambulances.

No, I drove a tank

till they shot me
out of it.

Ambulance driving's
just a job

till
I make enough money

to open my own shop.

"Jessup Automotive.

"Racing car
specialists."

I got some ideas
for a power plant

that'll make
this mill look sick.

Sounds exciting.

I think
your carburetion's
a little sloppy.

Perhaps it's
a little hungry, too.

Hmm?

Oh, yeah, we're supposed
to eat, weren't we?

We'll be right there.

So I figure
another $5,000, $6,000,

I'm in business.

Of course, Mary
has some money, but...

She was the one
on the phone.

Yeah.

Do you love her?

You ask an awful lot
of questions.

I know, it's a very
bad habit of mine.

You ask me some,
just for a change.

All right, I will.

Uh...what does
your father do?

He's a very famous
novelist.

He hasn't published
anything

since we came
to America

after my mother was
killed in a raid.

But he's started
to write again,

a novel.

He's been reading
parts of it to me.

It's wonderful.

Catherine -
that's my stepmother -

she's very jealous,

because he only talks
to me about his work.

I suppose
it's only natural
that she should be.

It's as if I robbed her
of something in a way.

Oh, sure,
I suppose she feels...

Here, let me do this.
I asked you.

Will you relax?

I can pay the check,
even on my salary.

But you're saving up
for your shop and
to get married and...

Who said anything
about getting married?

Well, Mary expects it,
doesn't she?

What's her last name?
What's she do?

Her last name
is Wilton.

She's a receptionist
at the hospital,

she has blonde hair,
blue eyes,

she weighs
105 pounds stripped.

She sleeps in pajamas,
she's a first-rate cook,

and she doesn't
ask questions.

She does, too.

Anyway, let me pay
my share. I insist.

All right, if that's
the way you want it.

I'd like a nightcap.
How about you?

Oh, no, you don't smoke
or drink, do you?

I only ask questions,
and I love to dance.

Tonight?

If I tell you
something,

will you promise
not to laugh at me?

No, but I'll
promise to try

not to laugh at you.

You're the first man
I've danced with

since I've
been in America,
except my father.

Really?

You're doing
all right.

Diane!

Daddy, why
aren't you in bed?

That's just what
I was going to
ask you, my dear.

Where have you been
so late?

For a drive.

I had to get out

just for
a little while.

How is she?

Sleeping quietly.

Have the police
found out

what
really happened?

Well, they suggested
she might have

accidentally kicked
the key with her foot.

You don't think

that she could have
intended to commit...

With her bridge club
meeting tomorrow?

You should know
Aunt Catherine
better than that.

Good night, my pet.

Go to bed.

It was nice of you
to come.

You must've
been surprised,

getting
a phone call from
a complete stranger.

Frankly, I was.

You're no stranger
to me.

Frank told me
so much about you.

Frank?

I was with him
last night

after he made
the phone call

from our house.

You must forgive me
for that.

And him, too.

Frank is free to go out

with whoever he pleases,
Miss Tremaine.

But you're angry

because he lied
to you on the phone.

Wouldn't you be?

Put yourself
in the poor man's place.

What could he have said

without hurting
your feelings even more?

You must know that
I wouldn't be
telling you this

if it wasn't
completely innocent.

Excuse me.

Don't be cross,
please.

Miss Tremaine...

Do call me Diane.

Diane,
I'm sure your motives

for telling me all this
are good,

but frankly,
I wish you hadn't.

But why?

We spent
most of the time

talking about you,

and about his plans for
his racing car place.

That's why I called.

I'm afraid
I don't understand.

Mary, would you
accept $1,000 from me

to add
to that garage fund?

$1,000?

But why...

I have few friends.

None, actually.

And last night,
after I left Frank,

I got to thinking
about you two.

And I thought that
if I could help you both

to realise your dream,

I'd have a little part
in your life.

Well, it's
very generous of you

and all that, but...

I'm sure Frank
feels the same...

You mustn't
tell him, ever.

It would be
our secret.

Hasn't anyone ever told you
about hospital salaries?

How do you think

I could explain away
$1,000?

You could say you
won it on the radio
or in a contest.

There are
all sorts of ways.

And he wouldn't believe
any of them.

Well...

I can see
my little plot
didn't succeed.

Oh, I wouldn't
say that.

You brought me here today

because you wanted to
shake my faith in Frank.

You have.

You wanted to find out

how clever
or stupid I am.

I guess you've
done that, too.

So your little plot
has succeeded after all.

And what do you
intend to do about it?

Nothing.

Not one thing.

I suppose I could
pick up the check,

but I'm too practical.

You see, I have to
work for my money.

I won't say goodbye,
Diane.

I'm sure I'll see
more of you.

What do you say,
Janie?

Hi, Frank.

Hi, honey.

Good night, dear.

Good night, Mary.

Hello, Frank.

Well, what'll it be?

Gilmore field or
a drive-in movie?

Aren't you too tired
after your rough night?

Oh... I'll buy you a T-bone

twice as big
and twice as beautiful

if it takes
my whole paycheck,

which it will.

You do that...
some other time.

Oh, honey, stop.

You're not going to
let a T-bone steak
come between us?

Now, come on,
dimple up.

All right.

I would've been
lousy company last night.

Ten minutes
after I left Harry's,
I was in the sack.

I can believe that.

Well, you can head for
that same sack tonight.

I've got other plans.

Oh, you have.

Yes, I have.

OK.
OK.

Shh! Quiet, please.
OK!

This is
a residential district.

Now, don't tell me.
Just let me hope, hmm?

Hello, Bill.

You know
in times like these,

a guy can offer a girl
a handkerchief,

or a double
old fashioned.

What'll it be?

Both.

Come on, you redheaded
double-crosser.

Who, me,

double-cross a pal?

I should say.

What's the matter?

This time I'm making
no fresh coffee.

It's all right,

I don't care
for any right now.

Go ahead, hit me.

First I'll buy you
a dinner,

then maybe
I'll hit you.

I wish I could,

but the family
expects me.

This is definitely
not my day.

When I tell you
what I did,

you probably won't
want to see me again, ever.

It sounds
pretty grim.

I had lunch with Mary.

I told her
about last night.

Oh, not everything,
just that-that
we went out together.

Well, why
did you say that?

I told her I was...
Ohh...

I only did it
because I wanted to
help get the garage.

Oh, you're
a big help.

I offered Mary $1,000.

You offered her $1,000
just like that?

And what did she say?

She was rather angry.

I gathered
she resented you
knowing anybody else.

Look, I'm a free agent.

Mary admits that,
but...

you know
what girls are.

It's only natural.

Look what I found.

They're running
the Pebble Beach
road races

later on next month.

I thought that we
could enter the car and...

you drive.

I drove that course
in '41.

Well, then
you're eligible,

even though
you were a pro.

As long as you haven't
raced for two years.

Two years? I haven't
raced in ten.

You could tune it up,

change anything
you wanted,

and we could
take it out weekends.

Do you think
Mary would mind?

Oh, Mary has nothing
to do with this.

If we take that race,

it'll mean
a lot of publicity,

make it easier to get
backing for the shop.

Come on,
let's have dinner. I'll
talk to you about it.

I can't. The family.

I could get away
later, though.

10.00?

Here.

Charles, if you
must play that,

would mind turning it
a little lower?

I'll have another, Ito.

You needn't have
turned it OFF.

Evening, family.

Well...

you seem particularly
festive this evening.

What is it,
a new dress?

Yes. I got
the bill this morning.

Really, Diane,
when I gave you permission

to pick up
something simple...

Oh, Catherine, darling,

you know that
the simple things
always cost the most.

Ito, you're an angel.

Now, what is it tonight?

Don't tell me.
Let me guess.

Pineapple, certainly...

orange...

What's the other?

It's creme de fraise,
dear.

I'm sure you knew it
all along.

Tell Chio to hurry
dinner, please.

I'm famished.

Catherine...

don't you think we ought
to have a chauffeur?

I thought you
enjoyed driving

that horrible
little jet-propelled
torpedo.

Well, I do,
but you don't.

No argument there.

Catherine, you how nervous
and absent-minded you are

after your bridge bouts.

I wouldn't say that.

Only three tickets
last month

for not observing
stop signals,

only one collision.

That was definitely
not my fault, Charles.

I distinctly signalled
I was making a left turn.

Dinner is served, please.

But you turned
right, darling.

I think Diane
has a point.

And besides, I think
it would be a good idea

to have another man
in the house.

Might keep away
the prowlers.

Please, Frank.

You could make
just as much money

as you do
at the hospital.

There's an apartment
over the garage.

Not very large, maybe,
but at least it has
a regular bed

and not something that
leaps out of a wall at you.

No, I don't think
I'm quite the type
for that

"Yes, sir, no, ma'am.

"Home, driver.
Walk the dog,
Franklin."

We don't have a dog,
and the family isn't
like that.

Father never goes out
and mother just goes
to her bridge clubs

and I'm no trouble.

Just think...you could
get set for Pebble Beach.

Well, what'll it be?
Home, James?

No, not yet.

What'd she say?

I asked if she
trimmed the toast
for Miss Diane.

She said,
"I always do it."

Then she got angry
and said...

Well, in America now

I guess it would be
"drop dead."

I thought the men
wore the pants in Japan.

Maybe she's been too long
with Mrs Tremaine.

One acquires bad habits
so easily.

I'll get it.

Hello.

Is that you, Frank?

How wonderful to hear
your voice in the morning,

even if it is
just "hello".

You might have said,
"Awake thee, my lady love.

"Awake thee and rise.

"The sun
through the bow peeps
into thine eyes."

Or something like that.

Well, I might have.

Then again,
I might not.

Especially not over
the intercom.

What do you mean,
not romantic?

You try me sometime
later in the day,

and not
on the phone.

Oh, I spoke
to Catherine last night.

She seems interested.

No, really.

Come in.

She wants to see you.

Have you got
your figures ready?

Good morning,
Miss Diane.

Good morning, Ito.

I'll see you later.

You can tell me then
in person.

I hope you find
everything perfect,
Miss Diane.

Oh, it looks wonderful,
as usual, Ito.

Thank you, Miss Diane.

I was under
the impression

these uncomfortable
little cars
were just a fad.

There's a great deal
more to it than that,
Mrs Tremaine.

Why, you have over
5,000 sports car owners
right here in this area.

So I see,
but aren't there
any repair shops?

Oh, sure, but most
of them specialise
in just one make.

With one big
repair shop

carrying all
the important parts

for all the leading
sports cars,

I don't see
how it can miss.

I must say,
you're persuasive.

Your figures seem
to make sense.

My lawyer will have
to look them over,

and there are
a few questions.

Anything you'd like
to know, Mrs Tremaine.

Very well.
Sit down, please.

Diane's told me
a little about you,

that you were
driving the ambulance
the night of that...accident

and how she happened
to run into you
the next day.

I gather that was when
you told her about your
plans for this garage.

Yes, that's right.
We got to talking.

I see. Doesn't really
make any difference,

but did you or she
suggest the possibility
of my investing in it?

When we talked
about my shop,

I had no thought
of coming here to work.

I've been saving
my own money and...

So it was
Diane's suggestion?

Well, with her interest
in sports cars...

Of course.
Well, thank you, Frank.

I'll call my lawyer today.

Oh, I don't want you to feel
that you're a prisoner here.

In the evening, I mean.

Surely you have a girl.

Yes. She's working
the late shift

at the hospital
this month.

So that explains it.
Anytime you want the car
and we're at home,

don't hesitate
to take it.

You'll hear
from me, Frank.

Thank you,
Mrs Tremaine.

Arthur Vance, please.

Catherine Tremaine.

May I invade
the sanctum sanctorum?

Hello, Arthur.

Can you picture me
as the co-owner of a garage?

In overalls,
of course.

No, I'm really
quite serious.

I have the facts
and the figures right here.

I'd like you
to look them over.

Oh, he's a very nice
young man.

I'll send the papers
over to you.

Or better still, I'll...

Oh, I see.

Well, then, when you
come back from San Francisco,
call me.

Goodbye, Arthur.

Well, now that
I've completed
the timeworn gesture,

you expect me to ask
the usual favour.

Do I?

At this precise moment,

you are, with the speed
of a mechanical brain,

weighing and computing
an infinite number
of possibilities.

Such as?

Well, one - he spent
this month's allowance.

Two - he's borrowed
against next month's
allowance.

Three - he's charged
something at a store,

which he promised
word of honour he'd
never do again,

and, four...

he's just kissed you
because he's very sorry

and he loves you
very much.

And are you guilty
on all four counts?

All, especially
the fourth.

Oh, I'm terribly
sorry, darling,

but the moment
I saw that dress,

I knew there was
only one person
in the world

who could wear it...

my own beloved and spoiled Diane.

I dashed into the shop.

"Is that a size ten?"
I asked. It was.

"I'll take it," I said,
"and hang the cost."

It was $300
plus sales tax.

I have just enough
for the tax.

Charles, at times
your charm wears
dangerously thin.

Right now it's so thin,
I can see through it.

Do you mean that
$300 could so alter
your perspective?

Don't speak so
contemptuously of $300.

How long has it been
since you've earned
that much?

I've been working
incessantly.

Working.

Sitting in your study
sharpening pencils,
listening to music.

You used to write
a whole chapter
at one sitting,

at least that's what
you told me.

True, my dear.

That was
before I met you.

You're not that late.

Frank, look
what I found in her
wastepaper basket...

Your figures.

I don't get this.

Did she talk
to the lawyer already?

Of course she hasn't.
I checked.

He's out of town.

Well, then why did she
talk to me like...

This isn't against you.
It's to get at me.

She's done this to me
so often before.

Just because
I wanted her

to put up the money
for you.

She could've said no
right away, couldn't she?

That's too easy,
don't you see?

It wouldn't hurt.

It doesn't
make sense to me.

Of course it doesn't.

That's the way
her mind works.

Act the lady bountiful,
raise your hopes,

and then...

Oh, Frank,
I'm so sorry.

Well, don't take it
so hard.

You had a nice idea.
It just didn't work,
that's all.

I'm so sorry for you.

She changed her mind.
Forget it.

We'll make a big night
of it, huh?

Not tonight.

Now, why?

It would be safer
not to.

We have to be careful
for a few days,

more than ever now.

What do we have
to be careful of now?

If she finds out,
she'll dismiss you,

and I couldn't stand
to lose you now.

So she fires me
and I get another job.

Maybe it's better
that way.

At least we won't
have to play around
like this,

hiding like kids.

You don't know her,
Frank.

She'd lock me in.

Don't be silly.

How could she
lock you in?

She could do
anything to me
because of my father.

If I try to fight her,
she makes HIM
pay for it.

She knows
I can't stand that.

Please,
try to understand.

OK, if that's
the way you want it.

Well?

You little beast.

Oh, I concede.

You could win
anytime you wanted
if you really tried.

You know that.

More brandy?

Just a little.

Whoa!

Thank you.

Ambulance dispatch desk,
please.

Hello, Mary?

Oh, Janie, this is Frank.

Yeah, I have been busy.

No, I tried the apartment.

Your milk and biscuits
are by your bed,

and your cigarettes
and matches.

What would I do
without you?

Good night, Daddy.

Good night, sweetie.

Sleep tight.

No, no message.

All right.
Good night, Janie.

Frank?

Yeah?

Something wrong?

What time is it?

No, don't turn
the light on.

Oh, Frank.

Ah, calm down.

What's the matter?

I can't help you
if you don't tell me.

What is it?

I'd gone to bed.

I don't know
for how long.

I couldn't sleep.

I was thinking of you.

But I must have dozed,
because...

the next thing,
I had a feeling

that someone
was in my room.

I was too scared to move.

And then I saw her.

You saw who?

Catherine.

She stood there
looking down at me.

Didn't you say anything?

No.

It was so strange.

I wanted to speak,
and I couldn't.

Then she went over
and closed the window.

I heard her
cross the room.

She seemed to pause
at the fireplace.

I couldn't see
from my bed.

And then
I heard her go out...

very quietly
close the door.

I lay there
for a second...

and then I heard it...

the gas.

That awful hissing sound
it makes.

I jumped out of bed

and turned it off
and waited.

I didn't dare
leave the room.

And then after a while,

I looked out
into the hall...

..and there was no-one there.

So I came over here.

Did you tell your
father about this?

Well, how could I?

Well, we're going
to have to tell it...

to the police.

No, Frank!

We mustn't do that.

Why not?

She'd deny it.

And we have no proof.

The police couldn't
do anything.

They didn't before.

I've been thinking
about that, too.

If she's trying
to kill you,

why did she turn on
the gas in her own
room first?

To make it look
as though somebody
else were guilty.

Is that what you'd do?

Frank, are you
accusing me?

I'm not accusing anybody,

but if I were a cop,
and not a very bright
cop at that,

I'd say that your story
was as phony as
a $3.00 bill.

How can you say that
to me?

Oh, you mean after all
we've been to each other?

Diane, look. I don't
pretend to know what goes on

behind that pretty
little face of yours,

and I don't want to.

But I learned one thing
very early...

never be the innocent
bystander.

That's the guy
that always gets hurt.

If you want
to play with matches,
that's your business,

but not in gas-filled rooms.

That's not only dangerous,
it's stupid.

I think you ought
to go on back to the house

and get in bed
and do some serious thinking.

Yes, Frank, I will.

I'm very tired.

Yeah, that I can believe.

Frank!

Hi.

Come in.

Why didn't you
call me?

Oh, I have to call
ahead of time now?

I thought maybe
you forgot the number.

You ought
to stick around more.

I called last night,
twice.

I was out with Bill.

I've got to get dressed.
I'm on early duty.

It's all right,
I've been here before.
Remember?

Yes, I remember.

Had your breakfast?

Yeah.

There's some coffee
in the pot, if you like.

Help yourself.

What did you call me
about last night, Frank?

Oh, I had
some time off.

Why didn't you
show up, then?

Bill was sure
that you'd get there.

Show up where?

Where?

I suppose it was
some other guy

who entered the singles
in the hospital's bowling
tournament.

Oh, that.

I've been busy.

Mm-hmm.
You have?

How did Bill make out
in the tournament?

Wonderful.

He rolled a 245
in the second game.

He's been making out
all right with you,
too, huh?

Bill was very sweet
to me, Frank,
after you walked out.

I took a job
that pays better

than being a lousy
ambulance driver.

Is that a crime?

Is taking the boss' daughter
to the Mocambo

part of the job?

They've got
a good band there.

Remind me
to take you some time.

Who told you?

Oh, things get around.

Are you driving her car
at Pebble Beach?

I don't know.

I've been thinking
about quitting.

It's a weird outfit.
Not for me.

Here, zip me up,
will you, Frank?

Are you planning on
coming back to the hospital?

Nah. I was a dope
to stay there that long.

What's the score, Mary?

Has Bill taken over,
or do I still rate?

That's a hard question
to answer, Frank,

and I don't think
a fair one to ask.

Very simple question.
Yes or no?

Bill or me?

Can't you
make up your mind?

Yes, but I want to be sure
you can make up yours.

Can't we let it go
at that for a while?

Oh, I'm on probation,
huh?

OK, how about tonight?
Have we got a date?

Why not?

You know something?

You're a pretty nice guy...

for a girl.

Where are you going?

I'm quitting.

Why?

Oh, let's just say
it's the altitude.

Living up there
makes my heart pound.

Now, let's face it.

I never should've
taken this job.

You shouldn't
have asked me.

It's not that
I mind...

Leave me alone.

You know I'm right.

You have your world,
I have mine.

You've got
beautiful clothes,
a big house.

Someday
you'll come into
a lot of money.

I've got
a pair of hands,
not much else.

But all I want is you.

I can't let you go now.
I won't.

It's no good,
I tell you.

I'm not
getting involved.

Involved in what?

How stupid
do you think I am?

You hate that woman,

and someday you're
going to hate her
enough to kill her.

It's been in the back
of your mind all along.

So she's
fooled you, too...

just like she has
everyone else.

You don't know
what she's done
to my father.

I told you
he was writing
a wonderful book.

I believed it...

..until one day last year,
I went into his study

to hide a present
in his desk.

Just something
between him and me.

And I found
that in the drawer

where he's supposed
to keep his manuscript,

there was nothing
but a stack of blank paper.

He hasn't written a line
since she married him.

So he got tired.

A writer marries
a rich widow,

what do you expect
from the writer
besides checks?

Don't joke
about my father.

OK, OK.

She's humiliated him
and destroyed him.

There's never been
anything in my life

that she hasn't begrudged
or spoiled somehow.

There's no law
that says you have
to stay here.

Lots of other girls
work for a living.

You think I'd stay
one day longer

if it weren't for him?

That's where I came in.

I guess that's
where I leave.

Frank, please.

Will you tell me
one thing?

Do you love me at all?

I must know.

Well, I...

I suppose
it's a kind of love.

But with a girl
like you,

how can a man
be sure?

Will you take me
with you?

You had it all
figured out,
didn't you?

You mean you'd really
leave your father
and everything here?

If I have to...

to keep you.

I could be wrong
about you.

I have my jewels,
so we can raise
a little money.

I can sell my car,

and we'll get you a shop.

Not the big one
that we'd planned,
but something.

I know it won't be
very easy.

It'll be rough.

Maybe you'd better
think it over.

I want to be sure
that you know what
you're getting into.

But I am sure.

Aren't you?

That must be her now.

You'd better
get out of here.

We'll think it over
for a couple of days.

You won't leave?

You won't go
without me, promise?

I promise.

Ito.

What's the matter?

Heavy, she says.

The only trouble
with America...

it spoils the women.

Oh, yeah?

I put a new set
of spark plugs
in this.

It ought to run
a lot better.

Sounds very good.

Have a nice day.

Chio, Chio.

Chio. Is she in here?

No. Thursday off.

Oh, could you
help me, dear?
I've looked everywhere.

I can't find a single
pair of gloves.

I don't know where
they've all gone.

Take a pair of mine.

Oh, thank you, dear.

Will these do?

But they're new.
I'd hate to lose
them.

Haven't you any...

Please take them.
I'd like you to.

Why, thank you,
dear.

You can be so
sweet at times.

Oh, dear.
I must rush.

Oh, Diane. Now
I can't find Frank.

Do you know
where he is?

That man's
never there
when you want him.

Frank?

Yes. I don't know
what's got into him
the last few days.

I'm so sorry.
It's my fault.

I completely forgot.

It's something to do
with a tappet rod.

I said he could take
my car and pick it up.

You forgot?

Well, you know I
have to be in Santa
Barbara by 12.00.

Well, maybe
he'll be back soon.

Maybe? They don't
just hold up bridge
tournaments, you know.

Well, I'll drive you.

Oh, no, thank you.
I'll drive myself.

Goodbye, dear.
Wish me luck.

Where are the keys?

In the car.

Catherine.

I'm in a dreadful
hurry, Charles.

I was wondering if you'd
drop me in Beverly.

I'm very late.
Any other time.

Why don't you ask Diane?

Her car's not here.

Very well, I'll drop you,
but hurry, please.

Wonderful.
This way I can keep
my appointment.

I won't take you
out of your way, my
darling. I promise.

Just drop me off
at Wilshire
and Rodeo.

Aah!

Hello, Frank.
How you been?

Fine, Ed.
How are you?

Fine. Sit down.

Someone
was asking about you
just the other night.

That redheaded
partner of yours?

Oh, Bill.

I haven't seen
much of him lately.

Driving for people
like the Tremaines

made you kind of
exclusive, huh?

I wouldn't say that.

Job just kept me
pretty busy,
that's all.

Looks like you'll have to
find a new one now,

with the Tremaines dead.

How long were you
up there?

About a month.

How'd you happen to
land that job, anyway?

Just happened to
fall into it.

We got a call
from up there
one night.

Yeah, I know.

I got the report
right here.

Asphyxiation case.
Mrs Tremaine.

Probably accidental.

Sure makes you
wonder, don't it?

What do you mean?

She claimed somebody
tried to murder her.

She was hysterical.

Why would anyone
try to murder her?

Are you kidding?

A woman with
her kind of money?

Oh, by the way, Frank,

what sort of a girl is
this stepdaughter, er...

Diane?

Very nice girl.
Very pretty girl.

Any boyfriends?

None that
I ever saw.

She and her father
were very close.

But didn't get along
with her stepmother, huh?

I didn't
say that, Ed.

OK.

When was the last time
you drove the Tremaine car?

This morning
when I took it
out of the garage.

You notice anything
wrong with it?

Not a thing.

Well, do you remember
whether you left it in gear?

In reverse, maybe.

No. No, I'd say not.

With me, it's
automatic to shift
into neutral

before I cut
a motor.

Yeah.

Oh?

That so?

All right,
bring it in.

Getting back to
the stepdaughter,

you say she had
no boyfriends, huh?

Well, not
that I know of.

You and the girl
weren't planning
to run off together,

No.
now, were you?

Then how do you
account for her
suitcase

in your room?

Well, Ed,
it's the suit...

Hold it.

If I were in
your spot, Frank,

I'd hire myself
a lawyer.

You can imagine
what a shock it was.

I've known Catherine
for 20 years.

Her father was one
of my first clients.

Did you draw up the will?

Two years ago.

Tremaine was to get
a fixed income
as long as he lived.

He wasn't very
practical about
money.

The bulk of the estate
was to go to Diane.

The district
attorney will use
that against us.

Hello, Kelly.

Oh, hello, Mr Barrett.

We're here to see
Miss Diane Tremaine.

Come in.

You're looking good, boy.

Thanks. This is
Mr Barrett, Sergeant.

Hello, Sergeant,
and Arthur Vance.

Good morning,
good morning, Sergeant.

I wish you wouldn't speak
too much about her father.

Today's the first day
that she's gone without
sedatives.

She idolised
the man, Fred.

It's no wonder
her nerves are
cracked.

Ah.

Theresa.

Hello,
Theresa.

Hello. Right
over there.

Legal eagle Barrett.

That Tremaine dame
really must be
in trouble.

Quiet, Lorna.
That's no way to talk.

Tremaine.

Miss Tremaine,
your lawyers are here.

Diane, this is
Fred Barrett.

He's going to handle
your defence.

Fred is just about
the best trial man
in the country,

and we were very
lucky to get him.

But I don't want
anyone to defend me.

I know just
how you feel.

It's the most
natural reaction
in the world.

I would want
my daughter to
feel the same.

She's just about
your age.

But, Diane, a girl of 20
has her whole life
ahead of her.

You must not permit
your grief, understandable
as it may be...

But I did it.

You mustn't say
such things.

That's all right.
Let her talk.

Go ahead.

I did it
all by myself.

Not Frank.

You're a very
sick girl.

You know that,
don't you?

Otherwise
you wouldn't
be here.

I know what
I'm saying.

Sure, but the doctor
doesn't want you
to make any statement.

That's why
he hasn't permitted
the district attorney

to question you yet.

But Frank
is innocent.

The law says
you're both innocent
until proved guilty.

Both. Do you understand?

Now, I want you
to listen, Diane,
very carefully.

Everything
the district attorney has...

all the evidence...
links you and Frank together.

The motive, the means,
the opportunity.

It wouldn't do
either one of you
any good

to shoulder the blame
or to pass it on.

It would only convince
a jury you're both lying,
both guilty.

But I'm telling
the truth.

The truth is what
the jury decides.

Not you, not me,
not Frank.

If you quit,
he's through, too,

but if you want to fight,
he has a chance...

I think
a pretty good chance.

I don't have to
cooperate,
Mr Barrett,

and I already have
my own attorney.

You'll keep
your own lawyer.

Mr Louis is not
going to leave the case.

Of course not,
but I don't think

we should disregard
Mr Barrett's offer.

To be very blunt,
Mr Jessup,

I'm not particularly
interested in saving
your neck.

My only concern is with
my client Diane Tremaine.

Yeah, that's
what I figured.

But the point is,

you have
a much better chance
together than separately,

and the evidence actually
points much more to you
than it does to her.

The fact that
an automobile
was involved...

If she thinks she can
get away with that,

she's lost her mind.

No-one's trying to
get away with anything,

but in cases like this,
you can't overlook
the personal equation.

She'll get
a lot of sympathy.

A pretty girl, deeply
devoted to her father,

on the best of terms
with her stepmother,

who was a kind
and generous woman,
as you well know.

Oh, do I?

The family lawyer
told me she was planning

to set you up
in the garage business.

That's not
what Diane said.
Somebody's lying.

Probably
a misunderstanding,

but it's not important.
What I want to know

is whether you're
willing to follow
our strategy.

Frank, you ought
to bear in mind
Mr Barrett's record.

He's never
lost a case yet.

Let's not say never.

Suppose you tell us
what you have in mind,
Mr Barrett.

Your client and mine
are getting married.

Just a moment.
We're what?

I don't quite follow you
on this marriage idea.

It's very simple.
All the world loves
a lover.

Juries are no exception.

No, Mr Barrett.
Nothing doing.

The DA is going to
make a lot of that
suitcase in his room.

He'll accuse them
of having an affair.

We'll make
a virtue of it.

Certainly
they were lovers,

and not ashamed
to admit it,

but a tragic accident

and the intervention
of the police prevented
their elope,

but even prison bars
cannot change their love
or halt the marriage.

But wouldn't the district
attorney block it?

He wouldn't dare
stand in the path
of true love

with an election
coming up in November.

Think it over,
Mr Jessup.

Let me know his decision
as soon as possible.

I now pronounce you
man and wife.

Congratulations.
You're married now.

You may kiss the bride.

May I take
just one?

No pictures, please.

Never let it be said
this wedding was
arranged

with any thought
of publicity.

Congratulations.

All the happiness
in the world.

Sorry we can't stay
for the party.

We thought you'd
like a cake,

so the girls
chipped in.

There ain't
much we can say,

but, kids,
we sure hope you
beat the rap.

# Oh, promise me
that someday you and I

# Will take our love
together to the sky

# Where we can be alone
and then renew

# And find the hollows
where those flowers grew

# The birds we fly with,
the birds will sing... #

Have you reached
any decision about
the plea?

Not guilty.

Isn't that too much
of a gamble?

Well, what happens
if we plead insanity?

They turn her over to
the DA'S psychiatrist.

You know
what that means -

questions, answers...

No. We wouldn't
want that.

And what if they did
find she was off?

That wouldn't help
the man, would it?

Insanity's not
contagious.

At least
we can't prove it.

Besides, it would
tie up the estate.

Will you please
continue, Mr Miller?

So that rod connected to
the gearshift lever...

on the steering post...
comes down here...

..and is coupled to
the bell crank here...

..by a Cotter pin.

Will you demonstrate
just how that operates,
Mr Miller?

Yes, sir, if someone
would be good enough

to shift into
reverse for me.

I'll try.

Just a moment.

All right, now.

See, the bell crank
moves forward.

In drive.

Back.

But if I were to remove
this Cotter pin...

and uncouple
this shifting rod...

very simple operation,
as you can see...

then no matter what you do
with the shift lever,

the bell crank
remains as it was,

in drive, neutral,
or reverse,

wherever it may
happen to be.

Thank you.
You made it quite clear.

Now, Mr Miller, will you
point out the throttle
retractor spring

and explain its purpose?

Yes, sir.

Now, this is the throttle
retractor spring.

Its function is
to control the amount
of gasoline released

when you step down
on the accelerator.

Was this spring found
in the wrecked car?

No, sir.

This part, ladies
and gentlemen
of the jury,

was missing
from the wrecked
Tremaine car.

Now, will you explain
what happens if this
spring is removed?

Well, a person stepping
down on the accelerator
opens it wide,

like putting the gas pedal
right to the floor.

In other words, er,
giving the motor
full throttle.

Thank you.
Yes, sir.

Now, this motor was
removed from the wrecked
Tremaine car

under your supervision?

Yes, sir.

And what did you find
in connection with
the gearshift rod?

That there was
no connection.

It had been disconnected,
and the Cotter pin
had been removed.

May the answer
be stricken.

The witness cannot know
that the pin or any
other part was removed,

or that anything
had been disconnected.

Motion granted.

But the Cotter pin
was missing?

That is correct.

So was the throttle
retractor spring.
It was off, too.

And in what position
was the bell crank?

In neutral, in
drive, or reverse?

It was in reverse.

And will you
tell the jury
in what position

was the shift lever
on the steering wheel?

It was pointed at drive.

Now, Mr Miller,
would you say that
in your opinion

the Tremaine car had
been tampered with?

Objection.

As a qualified
expert,

the witness
is permitted to
express his opinion

as to the result of
his investigation.

Exception.

Well,
Mr Miller?

Yes, sir, I would
say that it had been
tampered with.

You may cross-examine,
Mr Barrett.

Mr Miller, it has
been testified that
the Tremaine automobile

fell a total distance
of 150 feet,

hitting and bouncing off
rocks in its descent,

and now you say that,
strangely enough,

certain parts
of this motor are
missing or damaged.

As I look at this heap
of metal before me,

I can't help but wonder
that any part of it
escaped undamaged.

And as for
missing parts,

do you see
a carburetor,
for instance?

No, sir. It was
either unrecognisable
or couldn't be found,

but there wasn't
as much damage done
to the shift mechanism.

Couldn't the throttle
spring have been
dislodged

by the impact
of the crash?

The very fact that it was
a spring with play in it

would make me be
inclined to think...

Forgetting your
inclinations for
the moment, Mr Miller,

isn't it a possibility?

Yes, I'd have to say that.

You testified
that the lever on
the steering wheel

was found pointing
to drive while the car
was actually in reverse.

Now I ask whether
in your opinion

this lever could not
have been jarred

from one position
to the other

during the course
of the drop.

It might, but, uh...

And this, er,
missing connection,

could that have broken
off when the car struck
on the rocks?

No, sir.
Not in my opinion.

If it had, you'd expect
to see a part

of the sheared-off Cotter pin
in one of the holes,

or scratches, or marks,
or some bending to show
where it had pulled out.

There wasn't a sign.

Excuse me, but, er,
could I ask the witness
a question?

By all means.

Is it improper to ask
if maybe this Cotter pin

mightn't have been
defective?

I only ask because
I had one bust off

when I was fixing
my kid's express wagon
last week.

That's a very good
question, sir.

Mr Miller, will you
answer the juror?

He asks, might not
the Cotter pin have
been defective?

Well, maybe one in
a million might be, but...

Mr Miller,
would you be willing
to stake your life

on there being only
one defective Cotter
pin in a million?

Think carefully now.

Remember our juror
came across one
just last week.

Maybe not
a million, but I...

Maybe 1 in 1,000.
Maybe one in 100.

Your honour,
the question is
argumentative.

I object to
counsel badgering
the witness

over this relatively
minor point.

No point is minor
when the lives of two
innocent people...

Now, gentlemen,
let's have no bickering.

Defense counsel is
quite within his rights.

Could I ask another
question now?

You certainly may.

Well, what I'd like
to know from Mr Miller

is whether rigging a car
like he says is a very
complicated thing,

or could anyone do it,
even a woman?

Tell the juror,
Mr Miller.

Well, as I said before,
it's a very simple
mechanical operation.

Once it had been explained,
I'm sure you could do it
yourself, sir,

in a matter of minutes.

Thank you.
Thank you.

Mr Miller, you live
in Detroit, do you not?

Yes, sir.

Then will you
please tell the jury

who brought you
out here from Detroit

and employed you to make
this investigation?

Objection. Counsel
has no right

to question
the integrity
of the witness.

Your honour, since
Mr Miller is employed

by the same insurance
companies who wrote
the Tremaine policies

and stand to save
in excess of $300,000

if murder rather than
a simple accident
can be proven...

If your honour please,
counsel's remarks

are out of order
and prejudicial.

Sustained. Jurors are
instructed to disregard
counsel's statement.

With his knowledge
of mechanics

and her familiarity
with the victims' habits,

they plotted this murder.

Premeditated,
cold-blooded murder,

but the plot
did not stop there.

They planned every detail,

even beyond
the crime itself.

Her, er, breakdown
when taken to the morgue

to identify
the bodies of Charles
and Catherine Tremaine

was a calculated bid
for public sympathy.

However, they made one
seemingly insignificant
mistake.

Diane Tremaine's
suitcase was found

in the garage apartment
of Frank Jessup,

and then, in desperation,

when confronted with
a growing chain of evidence,

they sought to remedy
the situation

by getting married...

and playing the part
of the two young lovers

for the benefit of every
tabloid scandal sheet
in the country.

I say the word "love"
is profaned

when applied to their
unhealthy, shameless passion,

and their marriage,
under these circumstances,

is a travesty.

I could have stopped it,
ladies and gentlemen
of the jury,

but I did not...

because in the last
analysis,

I knew it would damn them
as utterly in your eyes

as it did in mine.

I must admit
I had a few anxious moments

under the spell of
the district attorney's
brilliant eloquence.

For a while, he almost had
me believing the prosecution
had a case,

until you strip away
the opulent phrases
and get down to facts,

and then you discover
he has no case.

He argues that Frank Jessup's
mechanical skill and knowledge

was necessary to
transform the automobile
into a murder weapon,

yet his own witness,
in answer to a question
put by one of you,

ladies and gentlemen,

clearly stated that
anyone without any
special technical skill

could have rigged that car
in a few minutes

in the way
the district attorney
imagines it was rigged.

But why linger on details

when the district attorney
has not presented one bit
of conclusive evidence

that the car ever
was tampered with.

And here I must remind you,

the burden of proof
is on the prosecution.

If there's the slightest bit
of doubt left in your minds,

then your verdict
must be not guilty.

But the district
attorney asked you

to send these two young
people to the gas chamber
for yet another reason -

because they're in love.

Ladies and gentlemen,
I was shocked and surprised
to hear Mr Judson

blacken the characters
of a man and woman

whose only offence
to society is that they
happened to fall in love.

A young girl wanted
to leave a luxurious home,

elope with a hard-working,
ambitious war veteran,

and build a simple
life together.

Is this profane
and shameless?

I leave the answer to you,
ladies and gentlemen.

If love is a crime,

Diane and Frank Jessup
are guilty,

but this is the only
crime that can be

or has been proved
against them.

Ladies and gentlemen
of the jury,

have you reached
a verdict?

We have, your honour.

The clerk
will please read
the verdict.

"People of
the state of California
vs Frank Jessup

"and Diane Tremaine Jessup,

"number 542341.

"We, the jury,
in the above
entitled action,

"find the defendants
not guilty."

Quiet, please!
Order in the court!

Well, we deserve
a little rest,
all of us.

Won't you come in,
Arthur?

Some other time
maybe.

I've hardly
seen my family
in weeks.

Thanks again,
Mr Vance.

Best of luck
to both of you.
Goodbye, Diane.

Welcome home,
Mr and Mrs Jessup.
Very happy occasion.

Hello, Ito. Chio.

Thank you both.

Lunch is ready anytime,
Miss Diane.

Not quite yet,
Ito.

We'll let you know.

Yes, sir.

Well, somebody
thinks we ought
to celebrate.

Why not?

Champagne?
I'd much rather
have bourbon,

but I guess
this'll do.

I'll get some bourbon
for you.

Don't bother.

Oh, it's
no trouble at all.

I said
never mind.

I guess
I don't feel like
a drink anyway.

I don't suppose you'll ever
forget or forgive me for...

I shouldn't
even have asked.

But I want you
to know one thing,
and believe it -

I would give my life gladly
to bring them back,

both of them.

I was only ten when my mother
was caught in that air raid.

I had no friends,

so my father
became everything to me.

And then he met Catherine.

I resented her
from the first.

I remember
I used to play a game,

a game of pretend.

It always began,
"If Catherine were dead..."

I used to imagine
all the wonderful things

that Daddy and I
would do together.

Death was only a word.

I never really knew
what it meant,

until I saw
his body and hers,

hurt and broken.

And then I suddenly realised
that she had loved him, too...

..and had done actually
nothing to harm me.

Well, it's done.

All the talk
in the world
won't change it.

Please don't leave me.

I wouldn't know what to do
with my life without you.

Oh, you'll make out.

You're in the clear
now. You don't need
me anymore.

We've gone through
all this together.

We've gone through
all this together

because
a smart lawyer

had his jury
figured right

and for
no other reason.

Don't try to make
anything else of it.

I don't blame you
for being bitter,

but I did try
to tell the truth.
I wanted to confess.

He told me
they wouldn't believe me

and they'd
find you guilty, too.

Oh, I see. This was
all for my sake.

Well, all right,
if that makes you
feel any better,

but
you might as well
tell your lawyers

to start preparing
the divorce papers,

because
I'm clearing out.

Mary won't take you back.

You want to bet?

She wouldn't
want to spend
the rest of her life

wondering
whether her husband

really
committed a murder.

What do you know
about a girl like Mary?

You don't even
think the same.

No, and we don't
love the same,
either.

It wouldn't
matter to me
what you were

or what you did,
and you know it.

You don't hate me,
really.

You couldn't
hate anybody
who loves you

as much as I do.

No, I don't hate you,
but I'm getting out
just the same.

Do you still
want to make
that bet?

Name it.

Remember, I'm not
in the same league
with you financially.

Take my car.
If I'm wrong,
it's yours.

If I'm right,
bring it back.

You mean
bring the car back?

That's right.

That's fair enough.

I could say
I just happened
to be passing by.

Come in, Frank.

Thanks.

Mary, it meant a lot to me
to see you in court
every day,

knowing that you were...
rooting for me.

That's all right.

I might've known it.

One cold beer in the house,
and you show up.

It's all yours.

We couldn't get near you
in court this morning.

Anyhow, I guess you know
without our saying.

Let's skip it.
I'd like to forget
the whole thing.

Right now, I'd, er, like
to talk to Mary alone.

Objection.

And I'm not going to be
overruled by anyone,
either.

Anything you
want to say to Mary,

you can say
in front of me.

OK.

Mary, about my marriage...

I want you to know
there never really
was anything to it,

just something that Barrett
cooked up for the trial.

I'm getting a divorce.

And that's supposed
to make everything
just dandy, huh?

I'm not talking to you, Bill.
This is between Mary and me.

No, it's between
Mary and me.

Please, let's not
have any fuss.

I'm not
making any fuss.

Just set him
straight, that's all.

I'm trying to,
if you'll give me
the chance.

I'm sorry, Frank,
but Bill is right.

You can't just
walk in the door

and say
"I'm getting a divorce"

and expect me
to fall into your arms.

I don't expect that.

I know I was off base.
I'll make it up to you.

All I'm asking is a chance,
unless he's afraid of
the competition.

OK, if you want
to talk it over,
it's OK with me.

No, Bill. Don't go.

I guess I'm the one

that's afraid of
the competition.

Frank,
you know the night
at the hospital,

when the call
came in from
the Tremaine place?

Yeah. Yeah,
if it had just come
five minutes later.

That's what
I told myself
at first,

and I wished
with all my heart

it had happened
that way,

but Bill was
on that call, too.

Remember?

Frank, with you,
I'd always
be worrying,

because there are
a lot of Dianes
around,

and
I want a marriage,
not a competition.

I want a husband,

not a trophy
I have to defend
over and over again.

Maybe you would
keep coming back,

but
that's not for me.

You're sure you're
not just saying this
because you think...

maybe I am guilty after all?

No, Frank.

I never
believed that.

Well, I guess that's it.

So long, you two.

Bill, do you think
he'll go back
to her?

Why ask me?
I never could figure

what he saw in the dame
in the first place.

For that, you deserve
a big kiss.

You know,
I got a hunch
this'll be flat

before I ever
get around to it.

Ah, you dog.

You are going away?

Yes. I'm closing
the house,

possibly
for a long time.

You wish us to find
other employment
right away?

No. Take
all the time
you need.

I want to be sure
you find
a good place.

Well, then...

You are very kind,
Miss Diane.

Yes.

Good night,
Miss Diane.

Ito.

Good morning, Miss -
I mean, Madam.

Are you
going into town?

Yes. I'm going
to the agency,

look for another job.

Can you
wait a moment

and take me down
to Beverly Hills?

Yes, Miss Diane.

Has he come in?

I'm sorry, but Mr Barrett
hasn't called in yet.

Oh, there
must be some way
of reaching him.

It's like
I told you this morning,
Mrs Jessup,

when he left yesterday,

he warned us
not to expect him.
He was tired.

Now, I know
he isn't at home,

and I've tried
all the other numbers
I dare try.

Hello, Shirley.

Mr Barrett.

Diane, what
brings you here?

I thought you'd
seen enough of me
to last a lifetime.

I didn't know
you were waiting.

Would you like a drink?
Perhaps a little sherry.

No, thank you.
I want to make
a statement.

I want someone
to copy it down,

and I want
to sign it

in the presence
of witnesses.

Well, er,
mind telling me first
what the statement's about?

I want it taken down
just as I say it.

You want to sign it
and have it witnessed.
Very well.

Will you send
someone in, Shirley?

Anything
to please a client,

especially
such a lovely client.

Miss Preston,
Mrs Jessup would like
to make a statement.

Will you take it down,
please?

Go ahead.

I want to say
that it was I...

and I alone...

..who killed
my stepmother,
Catherine Tremaine...

Hold on, now.
Never mind, Miss Preston.
Just forget that.

Please stay here.
I want it taken down,
every word.

Diane, why go
all through that again?

You've been tried.
You've been acquitted.

There's only
one thing to do -
forget it.

Put it out of
your mind completely,
as though it never happened.

You wouldn't
listen before.

You wouldn't believe me.

But now
you must listen.

Frank has been freed,

and I can
tell the truth.

Now, may I tell it,
and will she please
take it down?

All right.

If you insist.

I killed them both.

Frank knew
nothing about it...

That is, he knew
I hated Catherine...

at least I did then...

and he suspected me.

I let him think
that he talked me
out of it...

..and then one day,
when he was working
on her car,

I got him to explain

how the automatic
transmission worked.

So he did show you
how to fix the car.

No. No...

but I know
how to get things
out of people.

I ask
a lot of questions.
It's a habit of mine.

And people are
so accustomed to it,

they answer
without even thinking
why I want to know.

And you actually did it
all by yourself?

On that Thursday.

Frank left right after
Ito and Chio.

And then, before
Catherine came down...

it only
took a few minutes,

just as that
Mr Miller described
at the trial.

At last, a technical expert
who knows his stuff.

Well, do you
feel better,

now that it's off
your conscience,
and...

It will never
be off my conscience,
Mr Barrett.

But now that
Frank has left me...

..I've got nothing
to live for.

I can't believe
he's really serious
about leaving you.

No young man
in his right mind

is going to run away
from a girl like you,

and a half-million
dollar inheritance.

He's gone to the girl he loved
before he met me.

She's taken him back...

I think. He didn't
come home last night.

So now may I
please sign that,

and will you take me to
the district attorney's...

Listen, Diane,

once you've been
tried for a crime
and acquitted,

you can
never be tried again
or punished for it.

But I'm guilty.

It doesn't matter.
The law calls it
double jeopardy.

You could
sign that statement
a dozen times,

in front of
a dozen witnesses.

You could shout it
from the housetops,

read it
over the radio,

and there
isn't a thing

anyone
can do about it.

No,
I'll take that back.
There is one thing.

They'd
probably put you
in an insane asylum.

Do you want that?

Keep it.

'And so the Tremaine tragedy

'came to a happy ending
after all.

'With her acquittal,
Diane gets full control
of the Tremaine estate,

'and it is expected
that she and her
chauffeur-husband

'will take a belated
honeymoon trip abroad.

'None of the principals

'was available to confirm
this rumour. However...'

Well, you win your bet.

Here...thanks for
the use of the car.

You needn't have packed.

Ito could have brought
your things over.

To Mexico?

That's
where I'm going.

Have you ever
been there before?

No.

It's wonderful.

Mexico City, Acapulco,

the roof of the Casablanca,
dancing under the stars.

The night air is warm,
and way down below
is the harbour,

where fishing boats...

orchestra playing Clair De Lune.

I'm sorry.
My bus leaves
in 40 minutes.

Frank...
take me with you.

No.

I can't
let you go, darling.
I just can't.

You just
never quit trying,
do you?

No.

Will you give me
40 minutes more
to try?

Let me take you
to the bus station.

I've already
called a taxi.

Only 40 minutes.

Diane, what's the use?

It's all over.
It's finished.

We've said everything
there is to say.

Just this
one last chance.

Well, you're just making it
rough on yourself, but...

OK.

I'll only
be a minute.

Here are the keys.

Thanks.

You know,
it would be fun

to drive this
clear to Mexico.

Yeah.

Why don't you
do that sometime?

What's this?

We didn't drink it
yesterday.

Two glasses?

Since when do you drink?

Might as well
begin sometime.

Watch it!