All language subtitles for Inner Sanctum 1948.en

Oh waiter, a coke and a chicken
salad, please. Thank you.

I beg your pardon.
Have you got the time?

Eighteen minutes past six.

Well, I could have made
a guess, myself.

If it's too much trouble to look
at your watch, why don't you say so?

I have no need for
such contrivances.

You guessed correctly.
I have twenty after.

I'm a little fast.

I can believe that.

You, always tell time
without a watch?

I once had a difference of opinion
with a watchmaker.

I have boycotted time pieces
ever since.

I couldn't be without this.

It has great sentimental value.

A gift from your fiance?

A former fiance.
My present fiance gave me this.

An engagement present.
We're being married in a few days.

A good catch for the right girl.

And you've seen him?
Oh, but you couldn't.

He hasn't left his compartment
since we've been on the train.

He sits there and
looks out the window...

hour after hour.

I don't know what he sees,
except telephone poles...

and dirt, farms
and more telephone

poles. It bores me, terribly.

But, don't think I
have no appreciation

for the great North
West, mister.

Dr. Valonius.

How do you do? I'm Marie Kembar.

The truth is, trains bore me.
Nothing ever happens.

Nothing to do, except look out
the window. It's so monotonous.

You get on a train in one place...

the engine huffs and puffs,
and lets you off on another.

It takes so much time.
It wastes so much time!

I find a trip particularly exciting.

This is the first time
I've travelled this route.

The first time is always exciting.
No matter what one does.

We're approaching
a curve at high speed.

- That nail file, the point is sharp.
- So?

You might hurt
one of those pretty fingers.

You're a doctor.
I need some doctoring.

The degree is honorary.
I don't practice medicine.

My poor finger.

You told me, this was the first time
you'd been over this route.

How did you know
we're approaching a curve?

I warned you in time.

I never listen to warnings.

Besides, I'm glad it happened.

Anything that will break
this monotony.

I'm too forceful.

Perhaps, I'm too stubborn
to listen to warnings.

When I do listen;
in one ear, out the other.

That isn't good.

I could tell you of
a forceful woman.

She knew what she wanted and
thought she knew how to get it.

Sounds like me.
She was warned of some danger?

Yes.
She was on a train.

She was warned to stay on it,
but...

in one ear, out the other.

As the train pulled into the town
of Clayburg, it was after 9.

The station was deserted
except for a man.

He was a man trying to
lead a simple, happy life.

He found out life was
neither simple, nor happy.

The girl, the girl who was warned...

made his life
complicated and miserable.

You can't ditch me like a common...

Aboard!

And she didn't
have much opportunity...

to regret the unheeded warning.

Hi.

Did you miss the train, mister?

What's the matter?
Are you hurt?

You must've hurt yourself, when you
put that big bundle on the train.

Gosh, it's sticky!
You ought to see a doctor.

Ol' Doc Arnold.
He lives up near the post office.

Sure is a lot of blood.

Maybe, you'd better tie it up.
Make a tourniquet.

Michael!

- Michael!
- Shhh! It's my mother.

She doesn't want me to come down
and watch the trains at night.

Don't say anything.
Come here.

Let's hide in here.

Why did you put that bundle
on the back of the train?

The baggage car is for bundles.

The back of the train is for people.

Michael, out with you!

She never lets me alone
for a minute.

Always worried that
something is going to happen to me.

I'm too big to be
treated like a baby.

She's always telling
me how I'm going to

be carried home with
a broken something.

I better get home
before she does.

Sorry, I can't help
with that tourniquet.

Go see Doc Arnold. bye.

Hey, hey fella.

Bridge wall's shot up ahead.
Can't get through that way.

Hop in.
Maybe we can get through on 77.

Maybe I was going
all the way up to Portland.

Snow.
Mighty pretty in the wintertime.

Specially around Christmas.

Then comes along the
spring, fall and rain.

Ain't nothing pretty about that.

- Going far?
- Oh, not far.

Lucky thing for you,
I came along. I...

had to cover the news
about the bridge.

Otherwise, I'd have been dead
long before now.

Clayburg bulletin.

I'm the reporter, publisher,
editor.

One-man organization.

McFee.

Dunlap.

Dunlap... Dunlap?

Nope.
Don't know any Dunlap.

- Going north?
- Yeah.

Crazy.

Had more snow in there.

Had my way, I'd go south.

Yeah, I read a lot about fellas

getting picked up
at night, nowadays.

First thing, they knock the driver
over the head.

Take his money, car...

here we go.

Hey! Wake up.

How far have we gone?

I don't know.
Didn't know if we were still on 77.

We weren't on 77 at all. By the
looks of things this is Clayburg.

Well, there were
a couple roads washed out

so I just turned around
and kept on driving.

I should have stayed awake
and drove myself.

Can't get used to staying
up late, eh?

I got enough news about the flood,
anyway. Staying here?

- Can't go anywhere else.
- Where's the hotel?

Hotel? Get in.

Tell Mrs. Mitchell, McFee sent you.
An old friend.

- How much for the lift?
- I didn't get you very far.

You'll get out tomorrow all right,
maybe.

- Goodnight.
- Goodnight.

- Yes?
- Mr. McFee said, you had a room.

I have room,
but, it's not for rent.

I'm sorry. McFee said...

You ought to see Mrs. Mitchell.
Maybe, she has a room.

Come on in.

Aunt Thelma!

- You get washed out by the river?
- Yeah.

This town is washed out,
any way you look at it.

Aunt Thelma,
can you come here a minute?

- I haven't got a cold.
- Coming!

Ruth, he hasn't sneezed once.

Don't you think
he should just go to bed?

I'm not going to have
a sick boy on my hands.

Oh no, you don't.

You'll be staying here and
have your throat sprayed. Open.

It tickles!

Now Michael, you
stay right here...

or you get what I promised you,

for sneaking out
to watch the trains.

I did not.

You tell lies now
and you'll grow up to be a bandit.

If you didn't go to the railroad
station, where were you?

All right. I won't do anything
until I have proof.

But if you've been lying...
Oh boy, will you get it!

This man says, McFee sent him
for a room.

- He's washed out.
- Oh, that's too bad!

But if you're a friend of McFee's,
I guess we can find room for you.

This is Mrs. Mitchell.

Dunlap. Harold Dunlap.

- I'm Jean Maxwell.
- Hello.

Now, where in the world will I put
you?

Well, goodnight.
I'm going to bed.

- To read.
- Oh, goodnight, darling.

Oh, I know. Just go upstairs.
First door to the left.

And take a towel
out of the linen closet.

Just keep opening doors till
you find it. It's there, somewhere.

Oh, my goodness!

You must get out
of those wet clothes.

Or Ruth will have you
under vapours, too.

Hmm.

Come down later,
for a cup of tea.

My goodness, you... You won't have
anything to come down in, would you?

I-I'll get you a pair of Willy's
work pants.

They should fit you
and he won't mind.

He's out now, piling up sandbags
at the river.

You're still here?
I told you to go to bed.

I'm going.

Oh! Good heavens.
I put Mr. Dunlap in Mike's room.

Well, they'll just have to share it.

There's only a single bed. Where's
Mike going to sleep? On the floor?

They'll get along all right.
I'll put up a cot.

Oh, boy! A cot!

- I'll tell Mr. Dunlap.
- I'll carry the tea.

Oh, thank you.

Mr. Dunlap.

Mr. Dunlap.

I see someone there.

Mr. Dunlap!
I've brought some hot tea for you.

Thanks very much. But,
I changed my mind.

But, thanks just the same.
I've got a terrible headache.

I just need some sleep,
that's all.

Oh yes, of course.
Sleep is good for headaches.

And take an aspirin.
You'll feel better in the morning.

Will you have some tea?
Mr. Dunlap has a headache.

I don't think Mike
would mind sleeping

on the sofa, would you, Mike?

I'd like it.

It's really quite comfortable. I've
slept there, often myself.

I'll get the bedding.

- Who's there?
- Shhh!

Have a can of beer
and go back to sleep.

What do you want to do?
Wake up the whole house?

- What've you got, Willy?
- Barney, shhh!

Beer?

Couple of years ago,
when the river overflowed...

I caught a whole case of bourbon,
floating by!

I didn't see none of it.
Not even the cork.

You stingy old nincompoop.

Oh, give me a can of beer.

I won't give you nothing.

Just a measly can!

I ain't gonna give you nothing.
This isn't good enough for you.

You go get yourself a case
of bourbon and hide it good.

Oh! You know I
had to hide it, Mrs. Mitchell

doesn't approve of drinking
on the premises.

Oh, she doesn't, huh?

Well, listen, if we want a can
of beer, who's going to stop us?

Besides, Mrs. Mitchell and me is
just like...

just, just like that.

Yes sir, and anything I want to do,
I do.

Now, for instance.

If I want to get myself a
cold piece of...

chicken out of the refrig...

the ice box, I take it.

Whenever I want to do something,
it's okay.

You know...

You know she knows it, I'm not
feeling well around here...

I'll move just like that.

Oh, give me that!

You only know how to pull
corks out of bourbon bottles.

This is a man-sized job.

And you want to know something?

I can twist the old girl
around my little, bitsy finger.

- You want to know how?
- How?

Flatter her.
Tell her she's beautiful.

Can't you use flattery,
without being a big liar?

Look bud, when you
tell a woman that's

over forty, that
she's beautiful...

you ain't a liar. You're a,
philanthropist.

I know how to handle women.
Nothing to it.

Don't interrupt.
Women is women.

- Mrs. Mitchell.
- Yes, Mrs. Mitchell too.

I've boarded here so long, I
practically own the places.

All right, go ahead. Have a can.
I think I've had enough already.

Did you get that way falling
into the river?

Uh, no, Ms. Mitchell.

Well, we just had one each.

And, uh, we got a lot left over.

- Try one.
- What?

Oh, we really
worked hard, uh, Ms. Mitchell.

That the river's up two feet
more than it was.

Gosh, it's awful!
Oh, it's really terrible.

Kind of like a nightmare.

All right, Willy.
Go to bed.

- Gone, Mike! He's gone!
- Shhh!

You're waking everybody!

Mikey is not in his room
and his clothes are gone too.

Oh, he'll
get himself drowned.

I just know, he'll
get himself drowned!

I'm sorry, Mr. Dunlap,
to have woken you...

but Ruth's boy has gone off.
This goes on all the time.

Please, Mr. Dunlap. Help me find
him. I'll just know if he drowned...

we don't find him.

Yes, I'll help you find him.

He must have gone to the river.
I'll go with you.

No, no, you better stay here.
I'll bring him back.

But, you've never seen him,
Mr. Dunlap.

Well, there's not many boys out
this time of the night.

He's a tall boy with freckles...

spaces between his front teeth,
but he's handsome except for that.

I'll find him.

If he drowns himself, it'll be my
fault.

Won't you need a coat?

No.

Hey pussy! Kitty!

Psst, psst.

Come on, kitty! Kitty!
Kitty, kitty!

Psst, psst.

Kitty, kitty.
Kitty, kitty.

You sc-you scared me.

I thought, you were the cat.

Going down by the river?

You look like someone.

Everyone looks like someone.

I am going down the river.
Want to come with me?

- Well...
- Come on. We'll watch it together.

You may not get another chance,
to see the river overflowing.

- It's pretty exciting.
- Well...

- Come on.
- Okay.

You're walking too fast!
Wait for me.

Oh Mike! So, there you are!

An awful cat scared
the life out of me!

I found him,
he was starting for home, anyway.

- Oh, Mikey!
- What did you hit me for?

I just went for a walk.

Just a walk? You'll have a hard
time walking...

before I get through with you.

Thank you for finding him,
Mr. Dunlap.

This is my son.
Well, come on!

Luckily, Mr. Dunlap found him
before he fell in the river.

Two minutes more,
and he'd be through the park.

Why are you always disappearing?

Right now, where were you?

I got undressed in the bathroom
like you told me.

Come on, Mike. Get to bed.
We're ready.

One little misstep and
you'll fall out the window.

What's the matter with you?
Tired of living?

- What's this?
- Popcorn in a noiseless bag.

So I won't keep him awake.

Get to bed.
Father used to eat crackers.

- Goodnight.
- Goodnight.

And don't get out of bed
until morning.

You'll keep an eye
on him, won't you?

He'll be all right.

How can you keep an eye on me
if you're asleep?

- Go to sleep!
- Come on Ruth.

Goodnight, Mr. Dunlap.

- Goodnight.
- Goodnight.

- Are you asleep?
- Not yet.

I don't like to sleep.

Boy, think of all the things
I could be doing right now.

If it wasn't for my mother.

She doesn't let me have any fun.

Like watching the trains
down at the station.

You know, you look like
someone I saw there, that night.

You won't tell my mother
I was at the station...

- I'd slipped out.
- I wasn't at the station.

Oh anyway, you know I was.

My mother knew, I wouldn't
get my allowance for six months.

I'd get a walloping too.

I don't like being walloped.

Gee, trains are wonderful,
especially at night.

They're like big, long snakes,
with lighted skins.

And they whistle and smoke and
rattle. Boy, they're something.

What was it you saw
at the station?

Oh, just a man.

He put a bundle
of something on the train.

And I guess he hurt his arm,
must've cut it.

It's that why you were watching
me take my shirt off?

I was just wondering.
Not many people come to Clayburg.

And you're the only stranger,
I mean, person.

Who's new around here.

Still want to see my arm?

Nah. Wouldn't make any
difference, anyway.

Even if you were the same man?

Come here.

I wasn't anywhere near
the station tonight.

I hitched a ride to Clayburg.
Remember that.

- Sure, but nobody...
- Look...

not a scratch on it.

Nothing on that one, either.

- Yeah, fine. But, I wasn't...
- I never travel on trains.

I like to watch them,
but not ride them.

I don't even know
where the station is.

Yeah. I know there's
nothing wrong with being there.

Unless there's someone like my
mother who doesn't want you to go.

First time we saw each other
was in the park.

Sure, in the park.

Yeah. I was lucky you found me
before my mother did.

You saved me from a calacking.

I'm sure lucky
you came to Clayburg.

Say, why don't we sneak out now
and go down by the river?

Okay, I'm getting sleepy anyway.

- Goodnight.
- Goodnight.

- What's your name?
- Harold.

Good night, Harold.

My best friend McFee,
had an appetite like a horse.

I hope, this one
doesn't too long a reach.

But if he has,
I'm going to sit next to him.

Here's Mr. Dunlap now.

- Good morning.
- Good morning.

- Hi, Harold.
- Hello, Mike.

That bed was so
comfortable, I overslept.

Oh!

Ruth. Oh, Mr. Dunlap,
this is Ruth Bennett.

- We met last night.
- Yes.

- And this is my niece, Jean.
- We met last night, too.

- Oh, did you?
- Jolly good morning to you.

- And this is Barney.
- Pleased to meet you.

And Willy.
Won't you sit down?

Say, ain’t that my pants and shirt
you're wearing?

Well, yes.
My things were wet.

I loaned them to him, Willy.

Oh here, I'll buy them from you.
How much?

$4.50

Willy! Five years ago when
you bought them,

you only paid three and a half.

Prices are going up.
Okay. Two bucks.

Give him a dollar.

So, where you from?

- North.
- North? Green field?

Lande's town? Barton?

- Brownville?
- Barton.

Barton? I used to work
in the post office in Barton.

Knew every street and alley
by heart. Where did you live?

Uh, I didn't live
there very long.

It was uh, on Orchard street.

Orchard street?
Orchard street...

Of course!
Down near the paper mill.

I'm full.
Can I go out now?

You go out on the porch and stay
on the porch. If you put one foot...

Okay, Okay, Ma.
I'll stay right on the porch.

I won't even put one toe off it.

Close the windows, they're coming
through the door. Hi, McFee.

Well, if it isn't little Lord
Fauntleroy's bad brother!

Morning, McFee.

Morning. Morning.

Come in, sit down.

The morning's bulletin
in private.

You're late, McFee.
The coffee's lukewarm.

That's just the way I like
it, Ann.

Uh, morning.

Morning, sweetheart.

Hiya, Wesbrook?

Don't call me that, honey.

Hi!

Didn't steer you wrong, did I?

Oh, thanks very much. Couldn't have
done better, anywhere.

What about the flood?
Not any worse, I hope.

Same.
Bridge is out.

They tried to put up a pontoon
affair, but, didn't last long.

You'll be able to get out
around dinner time.

Trains can't get through, either.

Bad thing happened
on the limited, last night.

Another wreck?

I just knew, the moment they would
to do something like that.

I've warned Michael a hundred
times.

Calm down, calm down.

Nothing was wrecked.

Except a girl.

Can happen to anybody.

This magazine's full of things
like that.

Heard it over the wire,
this morning.

Some girl got herself
killed on the limited.

Found her on the rear platform.

Nail file. Like that.

Right through the heart.

Somebody do her in?

They weren't cleaning her nails!

What had happened?

Don't know, yet.

Somewhere up around Seattle.

They found the body.

Mike should hear about this.

Maybe, this will stop him
from running down to that railroad station.

Oh, Mrs. Bennet.

Mrs. Bennet. Let me tell him.

Mike and I got pretty friendly,
last night.

There's no sense
in scaring the boy.

He should be scared.

I'm scared, when he's out alone,
heaven knows where!

I'm scared and what's
scaring him, should be scared.

I'll tell him. I think,
he'll behave himself.

You don't know that boy
very well, do you?

Full of mischief.
Needs some discipline.

That's what he needs alright.

He needs his father.

- Oh!
- Oh.

Got to go!

Wait for me.

Nice to meet you, Dunlap.

I'll give him a good talking to.

Just like a big brother.

Make sure you scare him.

Very sweet man!

Very sweet.

Take it easy, dearie.

He offered to be Mike's big
brother, not his father.

I'll just ignore that remark.

- Hello, Mike.
- Hi.

Mike, your mother is on
the warpath.

It's nothing new.

Just thought, I'd tell you.

I think, you'd better hide
for a while.

What have I done, now?

Holy cow!

She's always after me,
for something.

She'll calm down.

But, maybe, you'd
better beat it.

No. That'll make her madder.

She'll get over it.
Don't worry.

But, not if she sees you now.

I'd better stay right here,
on the porch.

Okay, do what you like.
Stay here.

I don't like staying here.

You don't like it, don't do it.

Listen, I bet you know lots of
places where you could have more fun

than sitting here, twiddling
your fingers.

Sure, I know a lot of places.

Down by the river,
or near the railroad tracks.

Or the park.
Gosh!

I sure would like to shimmy up
one of them big trees.

I could see the whole town.

And tracks and river
and everything.

From the top of a tree.

Why don't you go?

My mother would find out.

She's got something magic
about her.

The way she finds out,
everything.

No, she'll cool off, later.

Sometimes, she boils for days.

Here.

You get yourself something
you want for dinner.

Lots of candy.
Anything you like.

No. I'd really catch it.

Do you think, your mother
found out about the station?

Did you tell her?

Of course not.

Thanks, you're a pal!

- Stay away at last for dinner.
- Okay!

I'll do the same for you,
some day.

Okay, Mike.

You make the best coffee, this
side of Brazil, Thelma.

Barring the sea of the past century.

With that piece, I'll run along
back to the shop.

You couldn't have done
a good job that quickly.

That boy of yours won't go
near the trains, again.

I gave it to him good.

Why don't you let me take these?

Oh, my! Thank you.

You're going to spoil things around
here for me, young fellow.

I've a good mind that I'll work on
the bridge, myself.

Get you out of here, faster.

I wish you would.
I'm going to leave, today.

Maybe, you can.

If I hear anything, I'll call you.

Bye all.

Bye McFee, see you later.

Why, Gillian! What has
happened to you?

Just don't like to do things that
are expected of me, that's all.

I'll do it myself, when I'm
in the mood.

The likeliest thing I ever heard!

Oh, I won't say another word.

I'll catch up on my book.

What book are you reading?

None.

But, I've read so many.

And they seem so easy.

I decided to write one, myself.

You wash, I'll dry.

Didn't think you were the type.

I'm not.

How could you tell?

Well if you're gonna dry,
dry.

Maybe, you are the type.

You were right the first time.

Where are you from?

Look, if you want to dry, I'll
call you when I'm done washing.

You won't have to call me.

I'll be right here.

I don't really care where
you are from.

But I wonder, where you're going?

I am just going.
The sooner, the better.

Not going to some little hick
town like this, I hope.

Hey, I'm a Port of Lawson
girl, myself.

In San Francisco.

I'd stay there,
if I had any money.

Ever try working?

Yeah.
I tried it.

I used to know a girl like you.

The only work she ever did was
working some guy for all he had.

Spent every dollar he ever made.

Lucky girl!

Every man I ever met was ruined,
before I could get him.

I don't get any breaks, at all.

You're different.

Same as all the others,
only you admit it.

A girl's a girl.

Oh, I talk like I'm wised up,
but...

the truth is, I'm this way,
because of some guy.

It all happened, two and a half
long years ago.

Guess, I'm about over it,
by now.

I was sweet and gay and
we were madly in love.

Sun shined every day, but
the moon blotted it out.

Then, one day, I found a note.

Darling, this is goodbye.

I'm going back.

To my wife.

Jerk was married.
I didn't know.

Tough.

What's with you, now?

We're all friends, tell me all.
Who, what?

Why are you running away?

The girl you used to know?

The one you said, was like me?

She spend all your dollars?

Yeah.

She spent all my dollars.

I didn't care.

Then, one day,
I found out a few things.

A switch. She was married and
she left you a note.

No, she wanted to marry me.

I loved her, I guess.

I don't know why.

It happened.

Everything was fine.
Just a few days ago...

found out she was supporting
some other guy.

You just ditched her, huh?

I ditched her.

That dame on the train that McFee
mentioned.

She got it good.
Paid for a lot of others.

Wonder what she did to
deserve such a happy end?

Probably took some guy like
you, over the coals and he didn't like it.

You're very pretty,
when your lips aren't moving.

Why don't we try that again,
sometime?

Without the tongue.

You are well off, now.
Don't look for trouble.

Excuse me.

I forgot the beer, that I brought
home last night.

Nobody likes the stuff, but me.

Thought I may as well
take it down to the place with me.

Nobody will be in to Gareth.

Nothing to do, you know?

Don't apologize, Willy.
You want your beer, take it.

- Have a can?
- No, thank you.

That's enough.

Oh, well. A friend might
drop in.

Yeah, I know. You don't care
who you share your beer with.

Last night, I heard you
offering some to Mike.

Well, I didn't know what
I was doing.

What's the matter with that
kid, anyway?

I saw him outside and...

I told him what I heard
on the radio,

and he acted like I was chasing him
with a gun.

What did you hear?
Uncle Ho Bill?

The news!

About that girl that was murdered
on the train, last night.

The police up in Seattle...

think, that she was murdered
between here and Lande's town.

Sure you won't have a can?

Oh, excuse me, again!

I don't see why anyone should
take it upon himself...

to tell my son, he could go
for a walk.

Since when does anyone have
to tell him?

If he wants to go, he goes.

I warned him not to take one step
off the porch.

Yes, but he didn't say
anything about those feet.

Yeah?

That Jean?

Sweetheart.

McFee.

Mike's here.

He's nuisance.

He'll break something,
if he hangs around here.

Oh, cut it out.

You were a boy once yourself,
McFee.

Why don't you let him help
you run your press?

After all, somebody has to
take over when you get old and...

- fat. You...
- All right.

All right, I'll keep him
here till dinnertime.

Am I invited to dinner?

Okay. Good.

Listen, road's clear washed out.

Tell that man.
Bye.

You're thinking things? Think them.

Got something to say, say it.

Do you like a game of checkers?

I just knew, you were a checker
fiend.

Something about you,
that gives you away.

Which do you want?
Red or black?

Can't play standing up!

Ladies first.

Well, it's your move.

I'll move this one for you.

Well, I'm bound to win this way.

Playing against myself.

Don't kid yourself.

That's the best way to lose.

Fight yourself and the part that
wins, doesn't count.

Just the part that loses.

I've a short memory.

One time I lose,
the next time, I win.

Sort of balances the book.

You know, you've been in this
burg, less than a full day.

I've been here, two and a half
years.

Question.

Which one of us is
more anxious to leave?

You? Me?
Or both of us?

You know, I tried working once.

I could maybe try it again.

That's a real nice thought.
Real nice.

I could get my old job back
in San Francisco.

Fine, why don't you?

I have never seen
the Golden Gate.

When you get there, send
me a picture postcard.

- Where will I send it?
- You really going?

It all depends on you.

Don't depend on me, honey.
Not me.

Harold.

I've been doing some thinking.

Without even trying.

You better do some
thinking, too.

She's just covering up for him,
that's all.

And if she did tell him, he could
go, what right has she...

I told Mikey to go.
Not Jean.

You told him?

Why didn't you say so?

Has he come back, yet?

No, but...

if you sent him somewhere,
I guess it's all right.

Well, I didn't send him anywhere.
I just told him, he could go.

I shouldn't have.

You're very right to be strict
with him.

Why, he's liable to go down
to the river.

Maybe hurt himself.

Might even fall into deep water.

I worry too much!

He's always come right back,
till now.

He'll be all right.

Would you like to try a game
of checkers?

No, thanks.
I've tried one.

Harold.

McFee just called. Mike's with him.
They'll be home for dinner.

Don't tell me.

Oh, no! I'm only his mother.

Been thinking?

All done.

Wait a minute.

The roads are still washed out.

So, they're washed out.

The bridge is still down, too.

Takes more than a day
to build another one.

Look, if you go,
where are you gonna go?

You've got to stay.

You've got nothing to run
away from.

Except me.

You haven't touched your dinner,
Michael.

- I'm not hungry, ma.
- All right.

Don't eat, unless you want to.

No, Harold isn't hungry, either.

No one has to eat, unless
they want to!

How's the flood, Mr. McFee?

It's fine.

Still is a promising job
for the Red Cross.

Anymore news about the girl
who had her heart manicured?

No, no new developments.

They figured, she was killed
about five hours, out of Seattle.

Somewhere near Lande's Town.

Maybe even right here,
in Clayburg.

Trouble is, no one got off
the train, at Lande's town.

Or here.

And she must have got
off the train.

Because, the soles of her
shoes were wet.

No one else on the train had wet
soles on their shoes.

So, the police are stuck.

No one saw her get off, huh?

No!

And what's more important is...

No one saw anyone else
leave the train.

Nor did anyone else.

It's the one that done the killing.

- Ma. -Now, Michael. We're not
going to talk any more about trains.

I'm going to try a new
method with you.

You do whatever you like,
just so you tell me beforehand.

We're starting a new slate.

Ma, last night at the station...

What's that? What happened?
What's the matter, boy?

- Oh, dear!
- Are you hurt?

- I tripped.
- Easy, boy.

I'd better call Dr. Arnold.

Oh, no, no. That's all right.
I'll be all right.

Want a shot of whiskey?

My ankle I, I think
I've sprained it.

Could you help me upstairs?

I'll go up and fix the bed.

Sure. We'll get you upstairs,
okay, son? Just...

take it easy, now.

- That's it. Now, give me your arm.
- Yeah, that's sprained.

Hey, Mike. Come upstairs
and keep me company.

I want to stay down here.

Don't be contrary!

Just hold on to me, now. There you
go, that's it.

Take it easy, okay?

There.

Almost there.

Easy does it.

- Hope you feel better.
- Thanks.

Ain't swollen, yet.

Better have it wrapped up, tight.

Here he is!

Oh, yeah. Mike will help me bandage
it. Thanks, McFee.

Not at all.

You stay right here and give
Mr. Dunlap company.

It's time for bed already, you were
up so late last night.

I want to go down with you.

You big baby,
what's come over you?

I'll get you something
to use as a bandage.

Mike will help me.
Thanks very much Mrs Bennet.

You're welcome.

If you need anything,
Mike will get it for you.

What's the matter, Mike?
Mad about something?

No.

What's wrong?

Nothing.

I'd just like to go downstairs.

Well if you wanna tell anybody
anything...

Call 'em up here.

I'd like a chance to hear
about it, too.

You're not sure, Mike.

You know how it feels, when your

mother thinks you've
done something...

when you really haven't?

You should have some proof.

I saw you put that girl
on the train.

There was blood on your sleeve.

I wasn't cut.

The girl was.

Besides, where's your suit?

Show me that suit, if it
wasn't you.

Oh, is that all?

Wait here, I'll get it for you.

Let me lean on your shoulder.

What's going on up there?

That fellow, Harold...

probably hopping around
on one leg.

Mrs. Bennet! Mrs. Mitchell!

Come up here, quick!

Mike ran out the back way.
I couldn't stop him. My ankle.

- Why did he go?
- What?

Well, he said, he was going down
to the park, to shimmy a tree...

so he could see, what they're
doing down at the river.

I told him, it's dark and
he might fall and hurt himself.

But, before I could stop him, he
ran off.

Oh my! There's just no
controlling that boy!

No.

Well, you'd better get
back into bed.

Here, put your arm
on my shoulder.

I'll be all right.

But, you better look for Mike, too.
Everyone should look for him.

Before it's too late.

Oh, my goodness!

You... oh yes, you're right!

Mr. McFee.

McFee, Mike's run off.

Not again!

Please, help me find him.
He may fall out of a tree.

What's he doing in a tree?

All right, let's go find the boy.

Hey, wait a minute. Wait a minute.
What's the big idea? I was winning.

Come on. Let's go to the park.
We'll try there, first.

Willy. Willy, he may be just
loitering on the street.

You go down to the station.

What is this?
A posse?

Okay.

Jean, you stay here and take
care of Harold.

We won't be long.
I hope.

Pretty clumsy job of
faking an accident.

Why'd you do it?

I like to be alone, occasionally.

But, you're not alone, darling.

You've got me.

Why did you pull that sprained
ankle stunt?

I told you why.

Alright. Forget it.
I'll guess.

Could be, you wanted me to
nurse you, instead of Mike.

Is that why, you let him
run off again?

Yeah, I did want to be alone
with you, for a few minutes.

Were that so simple.

All you had to do was
walk to my room.

It was empty, you
could have waited.

You're not dumb, Harold.

I'm not dumb, either.

Something's brewing.

Are you planning to leave?

How can I? Water, water, everywhere
and not a drop to drink.

That's why, you're all dressed
for bed.

In this suit.

I was going to go out and look
for Mike.

Mm? That's a pretty good reason
for changing your clothes.

Or would you like to try, again?

I don't suppose you heard
the news.

In about a half an hour, the...

highway's going to be open.

- Oh?
- Mm hm.

Couple of men with badges... notebooks,

handcuffs are coming
here to talk to the state police.

You know, I'm a little more
suspicious than these...

home grown small towners.

You did something.

And I think, I know what it is.

All my life, I've been attracted
to the wrong kind of guy.

If you're thinking of leaving,
forget it.

You're going to stay right here
in Clayburg, for the time being.

For me.

No one saw you get on or off
the train. You're a free man.

Well, did anyone see you?

Who saw you?

If they can identify you,
you're finished.

Mike!

So, he's the one!

He saw you get off the train.

What have you done to him?

Nothing much, yet.

But, there must be something.
Some other way.

He'll talk.

That's what I thought.

I don't know what's going on
in your mind.

But, you can't touch him,
do you hear?

Some women get
what they're looking for.

But, you can't kill a kid.

You're pretty awful.

You're even too bad for me.

I don't know what you're planning
to do, but I won't let you do it.

You're very pretty.

When those lips aren't moving.

Mike!

Come back!

Sounds like it come from
over there. Wait.

Hey, Dunlap!

Was that you,
yelling "come back"?

- Yeah.
- Did you see him?

That's him!

Get him. You can run faster
than I can.

Got good news for you.
The road's open.

Mikey!

Harold just went after Mike.

- Well.
- We got him spotted.

I'm glad,
somebody's able to run.

Did you say, Harold?

Ran after Mike?

Like a deer!

But, when I was young,
I used to...

But, Harold's ankle is sprained.

He couldn't even walk to
his room.

Oh!

Oh, Ruth!

Ruth!

Oh, you poor darling!

You poor baby, who did this
to you?

Wait a minute.
There, there.

There, now.

Oh, darling, everything's
going to be alright. So...

He tied...

- He tied me up!
- What? No, no, no!

Calm down, Mike.

- He's coming after me!
- No!

- Let me go, he'll kill me!
- Now, now, now...

- no dear, nobody's going to...
- Mike!

Everything will be all right.

Ruth, can't you see,
the boy's frightened?

Oh, he should be frightened because,
when I get through with him...

No.

Mike, tell me, who was trying
to kill you?

I didn't say,
I was going to kill him.

Now, you keep out of this.
Mind your own business.

- You Thelma!
- Shut up!

Mike, go on. Tell me.

She'll hit me, if I tell.

She won't lay a hand on you.
I promise you that.

Last night at the station...

So, you were at the station.

Yes, dear. Go on.

- You won't hit me?
- We'll see.

Well, I saw Harold.

He killed that girl.

He knows, I saw him dump her
on the train.

- He tried to kill me!
- Oh!

Oh, good heavens!

And he's here in the park!

- We'd better go home.
- Oh!

McFee!

How can a big man like you, move
so quietly?

Rubber heels.

See you found Mike.

Couldn't catch up with Harold.
He was running like blazes.

- Harold, killer.
- You see...

something might have
happened to you.

I won't go out again, ma.

A killer? Tell me something,
quick.

What's going on?
I'm the newspaper.

Come on, McFee.

I know, but tell me something.

All my readers depend on that.

The bulletin for the latest news.

I'm...

Come on, I'll tell
you on the way home.

I know, I...

Did you forget something?

No, not a thing.

Mike's all right.

The road's open.

Not for me.

- You're not leaving?
- No.

I'm tired of running.

You know, you and me...

Yeah.

We might have been all right
together, if...

If she'd stayed on the train.

She'd be alive and
I'd be a free man.

Those cops from Seattle...

they should be here, soon.

They'll be here.

It's quite a story.

We're going to stop soon.

Don't get off.

Clayburg.

You can't ditch me like
a common...

No!

Aboard!