All language subtitles for Lady of Vengeance (1957).en

Stand back from the edge
of the platform.

The next train is a London express.

If you do this again, Corbey...

you print anything like this again,

I'll fire you so fast...

I don't know why you're
so put out, Mr. Marshall.

The article was
completely innocuous,

and incidentally every word
of it is true.

It's pap!

Watered down, diluted pap.

You write for this paper, Corbey,
you take a stand on an issue.

One side or the other,
but stick to it.

Never give up on it.

I took a cripple of a newspaper
and sold it to a million readers,

and I didn't do it by spraying
the news with antiseptic.

I say what I think.

My readers expect it.

Declaring it as me...
William T. Marshall.

It speaks the way I speak.

You do things my way, Corbey,
or we part company right now.

I don't like it your way.

Sorry.

Finished already,
Mr. Corbey?

Quite finished.

Sorry.

May I help you?

Thank you, I'd like
to see Mr. Marshall.

I'm very sorry,
but Mr. Marshall's in a staff meeting.

Can anyone else help you?

Uh, no, it's, uh,
it's rather important.

I'll tell him you'd like
to see him, inspector Madden.

Thank you.

What angles are most important
for us to feature on this series?

I want better picture coverage
on the whole...

I'm sorry.

All right, gentlemen,
that'll be all.

Any idea what it's about?

Not the faintest.

Well, show him in.

We'll find out.

Mr. Marshall
will see you now.

Good morning.

Inspector.

Sit down, won't you?

What can I do to help you?

I'm afraid I have some rather
bad news for you, Mr. Marshall.

A young lady
was killed this morning.

We've established her identity...

Melissa Collins.

I believe she was your ward.

Melissa.

Where is she?

St. Barnabas.

I must ask you to make
a formal identification.

I'm afraid it's necessary.

Dr. Marcus, come to O.R.

I'm deeply sorry.

When you play,
you know what it does?

What?

It makes champagne out of my blood.

It lifts me.

Let's get out of here, Melissa.

Why?

This place, it cramps my style.

You're afraid of him.

Do you know what
you're talking about?

You're like everyone else.

You just hear the name
William T. Marshall.

Your backbone melts.

Everyone's afraid of him.

But I'm not.

Just the same.

Let's get out of here.

We can drive down
to my place at ramsgate.

And compromise
my spotless reputation?

Not this season.

You know something, Larry?

What?

I'll tell you something
about William T. Marshall.

You know why he rides
roughshod over people?

Domineers everything
he's a part of.

I'll tell you what it is.

It's a mask.

I couldn't care less.

I'm his if he wants me.

But he can't own me.

Do you know what I mean?

It's crazy.

But that's the way it is.

You don't understand, do you?

You're stupid.

I thought I told you never to
come in this house again, Shaw.

I asked him to come.

Get out.

I asked him to come.

You better get out, Shaw.

All right.

Still want to drive
to ramsgate, Larry?

With me?

Well, take me to ramsgate.

You're not going anywhere.

Wait for me outside.

I'll just get a night bag.

Shaw, I'll cripple you.

I'll run you out of town.

The wisest thing would be
to let her go.

With him?

She's over 20.

Does that give her the right
to throw her life away?

I'm afraid it does.

You don't know
the things I know about Shaw.

He's blood-sucked his way
across two continents.

You can't stop her.

I will.

Well, at least
I've got a ringside seat.

Melissa, go back to your room.

You've been drinking.

You don't know what you're doing.

You don't think you can stop me?

You don't really think you can?

I still think I can manage
some authority in this house.

Over me?

This Larry Shaw.

You're acting like a little fool.

And you're acting
like a father again.

You're not, you know.

You can't treat me as if I were one
of the push buttons at your office.

You can't treat me that way.

Melissa, if you go,
you go permanently.

Never darken your doorstep again.

How dramatic.

I'm serious.

Well?

Yes, Bennett, what is it?

This has just come by
express delivery, sir.

Is there something
I can get for you, sir?

"I know the hour is late

"to ask either forgiveness
or understanding.

"And honestly, I am not sure
that I want either too deeply

"or that you would Grant
either too easily.

"What I do want is
something you will understand

"more quickly than forgiveness.

"I want revenge.

"Good-bye.

"For all that I've done to you,

"I know nothing but regret
and sorrow.

"When you read what happened
to me after I left you,

"how I changed my life completely,

"lost all reason for living,

"you will understand why
my books badly need balancing.

Melissa."

And here we have lot number 164...

an unused cape of good hope,
a fourpence,

error of color in pair
with a normal stamp.

This is the finest piece
in the collection.

Sg13 and 16 in an unused pair.

I can start lot 164
at 2,000 pounds.

2,000 pounds.

2,300.

2,000...

2,400 pounds.

2,500.

2,600.

2,700.

2,800.

Are there any more bids, gentlemen?

2,800, I have 2,800.

2,800.

Quiet, gentlemen, please.

2,800.

Once...

Twice...

3,000.

3,000 pounds.

3,000 pounds once...

Twice...

Sold to Marshall at 3,000 pounds.

Is the sale over already?

No, still going on.

Did you get the cape pair?

Listen, Mr. Karnak.

You let it get away?

I let it get it away.

What could I do?

I told you to buy it in.

What was I going to do?

Beat it up to a million?

It went for 3,000 pounds.

You are a fat blubbering pig.

Mr. Karnak,
is it nice to call me a pig?

With that pair,
my collection could have won first award

at the international.

But it won't.

What's important about awards?

3,000 pounds!

I told you to go to any price.

You are finished.

Please, Mr. Karnak.

I beg your pardon, sir.

What is it?

I'm very sorry, but this young
lady outside, she's very persistent.

She insists upon seeing you.

I am not seeing anyone.

I told her that.

She said if I give you this,
you change your mind.

I... give it to me.

The cape pair.

All right.

I'll see her.

Very good, sir.

Let me see it, let me.

You stay here.

Yes?

Mr. Karnak?

Yes.

I'm William T. Marshall's
secretary.

Yes?

He asked me to deliver
a message to you personally.

He'll expect you at his home at
craighorn at 10:00 this evening.

He expects me?

Yes, he said the envelope
would be most persuasive.

It is.

Fine, then you'll be there?

No.

You can return this
to Mr. Marshall.

I'm afraid I can't,
Mr. Karnak.

You can.

No, he was very emphatic.

I was to leave it with you, and you
would be at craighorn at 10:00 tonight.

I am afraid
I have another engagement.

Well, that's too bad
if you have to break it.

You seem like
a very efficient secretary.

I am.

Will you answer a question for me?

If I can, certainly.

Just what is this all about?

May I be very honest
with you, Mr. Karnak?

I haven't the faintest idea.

I really cannot take this.

And I really can't take it
back to Mr. Marshall.

We have reached rather
an impasse, haven't we?

Yes, haven't we?

Well, there's an easy solution.

Good.

I return it myself.

Splendid,
10:00, craighorn.

10:00, craighorn.

Good-bye, Mr. Karnak.

Good-bye.

You sure I can't get you a drink?

No, thank you.

You know I'm in
the newspaper business?

Published decline.

Yes, I know that.

My job runs into
all sorts of things.

Never can be sure what's
gonna come across your desk.

Odds and ends mostly.

Some of them worthless,
some priceless.

The big job is weeding out
the good from the bad.

Some I print, some I don't.

You might call that
a publisher's prerogative.

Nod of my head I can smash
a dozen tycoons.

I like that power.

I can understand that.

You know, some time ago,
a fella came to me

with a report that was so incredible,
I almost fired him.

It had a reporter's whiskey flavor
to it, if you know what I mean.

But I didn't fire him.

Instead, I took him off
of his regular assignment

and told him to track it down.

Turned out to be
the smartest thing I ever did.

Cost me a lot of money
to get that story.

Right now...

I think I got quite a bargain.

It's all here.

I can print this and raise
the circulation of my paper,

oh, say, 500,000.

But I won't.

Sound interesting?

Intriguing.

Here's a man, literally a genius,

who's channeled all his
intellectual talents

into the planning
and plotting of crime.

Oh, he doesn't have anything to do
with the execution of these crimes,

never gets personally involved.

Yet he's the brains behind
some of the most fabulous crimes

committed on two continents.

His work is precession-tooled,
every detail worked out.

He doesn't merely plot, he creates.

And he works for a flat fee,
payable in advance.

And they pay gladly.

Now, how about that?

Some story?

I came to return this, Marshall.

Now, if I may have my coat.

You're not interested
in hearing the rest of it?

Not particularly.

Not interested?

My interest is stamps, rare stamps.

I didn't tell you why I'm
not gonna print this story.

I don't see how that concerns me.

- Don't you?
- No.

I can break you wide open in a minute,
Karnak, and you know it.

Look, Marshall.

You paid a fantastic price
for a stamp at auction.

And you present it to me.

Now you threaten me.

What exactly do you want?

What do I want?

I want to commit a murder.

Most of us do at times.

And you're gonna tell me how.

- To commit murder?
- Yes.

The cape pair is rather a
fancy price to pay for that.

I'll give you
the information gratis.

If you want to kill
someone, buy a gun.

No good.
Too crude, too fast.

Poison?

A little old-fashioned
but still rather effective.

I want to kill a man, Karnak.

And you're gonna help me
plan every detail.

I want it to be
a murder of pure artistry.

I want to see him suffer.

Suffer, do you understand,
before he dies?

Nothing fast, nothing crude.

I think you are insane.

That thought has occurred to me.

May I have my coat now?

You said your interest
is stamps, rare stamps.

That is what I said.

- The rarer the better?
- That is right.

What is the rarest stamp
in the world?

You know as well as I do, Marshall.

It's the 1856 one-cent magenta
of British guiana.

Oh, you're not
seeing things, Karnak.

The rarest stamp in the world
and on original cover.

It's a fake.

You're wrong.

It's completely genuine.

It can't be genuine.

Why not?

The only copy in existence
is in the hands

of a private collector in america.

And that's its mate.

That's impossible.

Where did you get this?

A few years ago while on
vacation in the Caribbean,

I bid in a chest of old mildewed
letters at a blind auction.

They'd been written by
a seaman to his sweetheart.

All of the stamps on the letters
were pure junk, except that one.

Sort of like finding a second
cullinan diamond, isn't it?

How do you think that would
that look in your collection, Karnak?

Make all the other things you have
seem like beer labels, wouldn't it?

That's your fee...

If you want it.

I don't know that it's genuine.

It must be a counterfeit.

You're welcome to put it
to any test you like.

Well?

I'll have my coat now.

Karnak?

Please take the cape pair.

I'll expect to hear from you?

I'll think it over.

I loved it, Larry.

It was just wonderful.

What do you think was in
my mind while I was playing?

Tell me.

You.

You're always on my mind...
sleeping, eating.

Larry, listen...

I don't want to listen, Penny.

I want to talk,
say all the things that...

Larry...

I'm having trouble at home.

Over me?

I'm not supposed to see you again.

I had to sneak out tonight
to see you.

Father wants to send me
to a school in Switzerland.

When?

I don't know.

I think he's already made
the arrangements.

Will you do what I tell you?

I've got a little place
in ramsgate.

You go down there.

I'll join you for weekends.

By the time your father
finds out where you are,

I'll have my affairs set up,
and we'll be married.

How's that sound?

Wicked.

What's wrong with being
a little wicked?

You're the devil talking, Larry.

He's the fellow
who has all the fun.

Okay.

Schleigel, can you keep
your mouth shut?

Except for eating?
Why not?

And for 1,000 pounds?

Lockjaw.

Permanent.

If you were called upon to expertise
the British guiana one-cent magenta,

how would you go about it?

Well, why should I expertise it?

It already has a certificate
from the royal philatelic society.

You are talking about
the copy in america.

Certainly, what else?

It's the only one in the world.

Couldn't be another?

Oh, Mr. Karnak,
please.

We are both intelligent men.

You know I know there's only one.

How many did they print?

More than one.

What happened to all the others?

Who knows?

Lost, destroyed.

Well, in 100 years,
stamps disappear.

Such things happen.

You didn't answer my question.

Hmm?

If you were shown what
purported to be a second copy,

how would you go about it?

Well, I'd compare it
with a four-cent.

Mm-hmm.

Like this one?

Sure.

What about other tests, paper, ink?

Printing type, the cancellation,
the initials of the postal carrier.

Absolute identification?

Yes, and comparison
will be conclusive

if the sets
of design match exactly.

Couldn't be forged?

Never, never exactly.

Like fingerprints.

Nobody could do it exactly.

Not even me.

All right.

Let's see how good you are.

Nice gun.

Do you hunt often?

I used to.

I haven't had much chance recently.

And now, Mr. Karnak,
your specimen of the four-cent stamp.

May I?

Hmm, nice.

How do you know that
that one's genuine?

It's authenticated by
the royal philatelic society.

Twins.

You think so because
they seem to look alike.

No forge is so perfect
that it can make every line

exactly like the original.

One line wrong, one detail,
and it's a counterfeit.

Well?

It, uh...

Genuine?

It's your play, Karnak.

Where can we talk alone?

All right.

Pick up these things,
the night is over.

I want that stamp.

Of course you do.

I'll buy it.

Don't be ridiculous.

Put a price on it.

Price?

A stamp in america
is cut on four sides.

Pretty miserable specimen, really.

Yet they value theirs
at over $100,000.

Well, mine is perfect.

And, as you know,
on original envelope.

But what's the difference?

It's not for sale.

Everything has a price.

That's right.

You know the price.

I've never planned a murder before.

Well?

Now, let's get the terms
set clearly.

You're to devise
a master plan for murder.

The victim is to be dragged
through the gutter.

I'm not exaggerating.

Dying is not enough for him.

But to know he's going to die,
to wave his death before his face,

to sustain the torture,
to make it last.

That's what I want.

I understand.

When I'm satisfied that your
plan lives up to specifications,

only then do you get the stamp.

- I've got to know more.
- What?

The name.

That's my business.

I cannot work in the dark.

I'm sorry, you'll have to.

Impossible.

I prefer to keep
the name to myself.

Less chance of a slipup...

Of a double-cross.

Do I spell it out?

Very clearly.

Good.

I don't trust Schleigel.

Depending on you to see
that he keeps his mouth shut.

That reminds me, call Corbey.

He's a good newspaperman,
and I want him back.

Anything important?

Two or three pieces of mail
you should look at.

And of course those letters
you gave me last night.

Oh, yes, that's right.

Am I allowed to ask the reason for
this sudden outburst of indifference?

You ask too many questions.

I'm female.

Perhaps you haven't noticed.

I'm sorry.

That was impertinent.

No. Not impertinent,
Katie.

An understatement.

The right words would be,
"I love that female."

Good night, Katie.

Just a little too late.

Now look, Mr. Madden...

be very careful,
Mr. Shaw.

That's free
but rather valuable advice.

Just what do you want?

When was the last time
you saw Melissa Collins?

Melissa?

Her death is still
under investigation.

Well, why come to me?

I don't know anything about it.

- You don't?
- No!

You two were seen together
quite a lot.

That was two years ago.

Was it?

Look, inspector, she was a loon,
a real screwball.

I didn't know about it till
we'd been together a while.

Talk about burning the candle
from both ends.

She burned dynamite.

It was too much for me.

I dropped her.

You didn't dare blackmail
a man like Marshall?

Or did that have
nothing to do with it?

Is this a pinch?

I wish it were.

Oh, you've been
lucky enough up to now,

but one day, you're gonna
slip on your own oil.

Hello.

Hmm?

Oh, Mr. Karnak.

Now?

Tonight?

But...

But it's midnight,
Mr. Karnak.

Yes, yes, all right.

I'll get dressed.

Double burboun.

Now, go a little easy, Larry.

Come on.

Once more.

Cigarette?

Enjoyed your performance.

Thanks.

Thank you.

Another pino.

My name is Ashley, a journalist.

I do syndicated articles for a
number of Australian newspapers.

At the moment I'm doing
a series on world capitals.

They're not political.

Just the people, you know?

What they talk about,
what they like.

Now, in London, they obviously
like Larry Shaw.

You want an interview, well,
get in touch with my agent.

I thought as long as I'm here...

I'll talk to you some other time,

just not tonight.

I'm leaving for Paris
in the morning.

Don't bother me, okay?

I, uh, often wonder what
it's like to be a celebrity.

Don't suppose it gives you
much time for a private life.

Is it worth that price?

You know what you're talking about.

That must change a man deeply,
always having to watch your step,

watch your words.

Aren't you afraid?

Afraid?

Afraid of what?

We all have something buried away.

For most of us, it doesn't matter.

But when you are a celebrity...

look, you, lay off me.

You never know, do you, when
all those fears inside will break out?

And the whole world
comes tumbling down.

What's eating you, Larry?

Where have you been, Larry?

Good night.

Mr. Marshall.

Show him in, Bennett.

Very good, sir.

Charming.

Pull up a chair.

Coffee?

Not just yet, thank you.

Very calm.

Very soothing.

An ideal setting
for a talk about murder.

Well, will you skip the overture?

When I read the papers
this morning,

I'd rather thought
you want speedy action.

As you have never mentioned
your victim by name,

suppose we refer to him
as Mr. X?

Will that be all right?

Call him anything you like.

Uh, Mr. X...

Provided quite a perfect canvas
to work on.

Then your plan is ready?

Practically complete.

I want it perfect.

I guarantee it.

Essentially, the plan involves
the secrets of emotional impacts,

starting in a low key, gathering
momentum, until the crescendo of fright

is reached.

May I help myself?

Yes, go ahead.

The beginning will be
the classic trap.

Mr. X, unaware of any danger, suddenly,
unexpectedly, finds himself alone.

The second phase begins with the
growing realization that he's trapped.

He's told he's going to die.

He's told why...

He's going to die.

I thought you said he was alone.

Who tells him?

You do.

I do?

I don't get it.

You asked for a master plan,
foolproof, detailed.

It is all here.

All right, so he's trapped.

He knows he's gonna die.

What then?

Obviously the third phase
will be the developing of panic.

Very good.

It will start with anger, defiance.

There will be bravado, bluff.

But knowing our Mr. X,
this phase will be very transient.

Very short.

The veneer will fall away.

And all that is left
will be naked fear.

The sense of death will make
a kettledrum of his brain.

He will become a nerve-shattered
animal clawing at his cage.

This is what you want.

Go on.

Well, isn't this
what you want, Marshall?

It's what I want, but...

I don't see anything brilliant
or unique in your plan,

trapping, scaring, killing.

Somehow, from you, I expected
something more devastating.

Did you?

We go on to the fourth phase.

Escape.

Escape?

That is right, escape.

All that I have outlined up to know
has been prelude, stage dressing.

The real play...

Begins now.

The trap that seemed so perfect
has a flaw.

The cage has a weakness.

The bird suddenly...

Emerges into freedom.

Escape.

Well, look at him now.

He's outwitted you.

His ego rises like a rocket.

He's free.

And then...

Right then...

When his whole existence
is at its summit,

when life is sweetest,

then...

You kill him.

This is what I want.

It's all here?

Most of it.

I've located an old unused house in
maidstone, deserted since the war.

It's a perfect setting.

Oh, there's a complete set
of floor plans in the envelope.

What's missing?

Two major details.

For one thing, I still am not sure

of a device to get our Mr. X
into the house.

Oh, I have two or three thoughts
in mind.

The other is the precise manner
of the execution.

Why don't you leave
that last part to me?

With pleasure.

When will I have everything?

Shall we say Monday?

Well, is this anything wrong?

I don't know.

It's all rather confusing.

What is it, Bennett?

Do I look pale to you, miss?

Pale?
No, why?

Well, I really feel quite fit.

Of course I've had a little asthma.

I get it every year
at this time, but...

- Bennett.
- Miss?

What are you talking about?

It was this morning.

I was serving breakfast
to Mr. Marshall on the patio.

Suddenly, he began to stare at me.

It was rather embarrassing.

What did he say?

That I looked piqued and pale.

And right there he told me to
take 10 days vacation with pay.

Your regular vacation?

Oh, no, no, miss.

I had that four months ago.

Don't you remember?

Yes, I do.

I really feel, uh, tip-top.

I think.

He'll be all alone.

Except for the cook,
and she leaves when dinner's finished.

He's been alone quite often
these past few weeks.

It isn't like him, you know.

He said he'd like you to come
up to craighall on Sunday.

I wish you would.

I will.

Don't you worry.

You go on and have
a wonderful vacation.

Hello, Katie.

What's going on here?

Did you see Bennett?

Yes, but he looked in the pink.

Really? I thought he looked
like he needed a vacation.

I'm, uh, taking one myself.

Oh?

Well, don't you think I deserve it?

Of course.

You made the reservations,
got the tickets from someone else.

Well, I haven't gotten
around to that yet.

What do you say you go with me?

Well, would you, Katie,
if I asked you to?

Not this time.

Why not?

I don't know what it is
you're running away from,

but escape's easier
when you're alone.

You know, you always
saw me off, Katie.

You're much too wise.

Maybe, but in a stupid sort
of a way.

You're really going?

That's right.

Putting shutters on the windows,
leaving enough for the milkman.

I'll be through here
in a little while.

We wouldn't be able to work
anyhow with all this racket.

What do you say we take
a little stroll?

I've got high hells.

Chicken.

I know what that means,
and you can't get away with it.

Come on.

- Ooh.
- Watch it.

Who's chicken?
Come on.

Steady, girl.

Don't say that.

It sounds like you're talking
to a horse.

Well, we can get some work in
now and then finish up after dinner

if you don't mind
driving back tonight.

Been doing it for years and I
haven't met a highwayman yet.

Like some tea before we start?

- Love some.
- I'll tell the cook.

My other papers of importance

will be found in my safe deposit
box at the bank.

Now, let's see.
What else?

Oh, yes, and of course,
in the event of accident, or death,

my will and other vital papers are
in the possession of my solicitor,

Mr. William N. Boyle.

He is to be consulted immediately.

Well, I-I guess that just
about does it, Katie.

I wish you'd tell me
the reason for all this.

Precautionary, that's all.

If you'll hobble me out to my car,
I'll be on my way.

I have just two more things
I want you to do.

First, I...

I want you to have this.

Well, may I put it on?

You've taken an awful beating in
all the years you've been with me.

This doesn't make up for it, but...

Well, when you remember
what you were trying to say,

you send me a note, won't you?

It's beautiful.

Now, one last chore.

This is very important, Katie.

I don't want you
to ask me any questions.

Just do as I tell you, okay?

I want you to take this envelope
to inspector Madden

at 10:00 tomorrow night.

I've checked.
He'll be on duty then.

10:00.

You won't forget.

No.

Please tell me what it is.

No, we agreed, no questions.

What's all this mystery?

You haven't fooled me.

This vacation nonsense.

I don't know what it is you're
going to do, but it worries me.

Whatever it is,
do you have to go through with it?

Yes, Katie, I have to.

Everything you start,
win or lose, you never let go.

Can't you just for once
give something up, stop?

Has this anything to do
with Melissa?

Melissa?

I told you, Katie, I'm not
gonna answer any questions.

Now I am frightened.

It has something to do
with her, hasn't it?

This all started the day she...

She died.

Katie...

There's something in here
that's important to me.

Why don't you tell me what it is?

You can't treat me like
a piece of office furniture.

You're better than that, Katie.

You're much more a part
of me than that.

Part of you?

How?

There's only one person ever
been a part of you.

Will she always be?

I can depend on you?

You'll deliver the letter
to Madden?

I never fail, do I?

Bring this line up higher.

No, higher than that.

What are you doing that for?

Oh, mind your own business.

How did it go, Larry?

How did it go?
Are you kidding?

It's the old steamroller job.

You see that lawyer
I told you about?

Who wants a lawyer?

I'm not crawling on my knees.

I got half a dozen offers.

France, Italy, Austria.

I'll be glad to get out
of this mousetrap.

You're doing all right
for yourself here.

Peanuts.

It's all been peanuts.

Well, I'm gonna cash in now.

They don't know it, but they're
probably doing me a favor.

I wouldn't stay now if they gave
me the deed to trafalgar square.

Good evening, Karnak.

How are you tonight, Marshall?

Very well, thank you.
May I take your coat?

It's finished.

The final details.

Good.

Here you are.

Oh, this shows how to get
Mr. X to the house

and the exact layout of the
room where you'll kill him.

Splendid.

I thought you would be pleased.

There you are.

You've earned it.

How does it feel to own
the rarest stamp in the world?

I need a little time...

To get used to it.

Yes, a great something special.

How about an old brandy
that I keep under lock and key?

Oh, that would be excellent.

I'll have Bennett send...

silly of me.

I forgot that I sent him off
on vacation.

Oh, that's perfectly all right.

No, no, no, I'll get it myself.

It won't be a minute.

Hmm, how do you put
these pieces together?

I can't.

They're not what you'd expect from
a man merely going on a vacation.

I'm half crazy with worry.

I should think he's quite
capable of looking after himself.

After all, he's...

I know that, but...

But?

I'm just praying that
the answers will be in here.

I was instructed by Mr. Marshall to
give this to you at precisely 10:00.

It's just a little late.

Don't send me away, inspector.

I must know what's in it.

Sit where you are,
Ms. Whiteside.

I think I may be needing you.

Marshall?

Marshall?

Marshall?

Marshall?

Marshall?

Recognize her, Karnak?

You should.

Her name was Melissa Collins,
but she never told you that, did she?

She told you very little about herself,
and that was fine with you.

A girl who had completely
cut off all links to her past.

Why ask questions?

She was young, beautiful.

Marshall, where are you?

What did she see in you, Karnak?

When she met you,
she was lonely, bitter.

You took her in,
found a pleasant little game.

One moment, you would lift her
to the stars.

The next, you would deliberately
smash her to earth.

You destroyed her pride,
took everything else she had.

You took them and used them and...

Then you kicked her aside.

Marshall!

And then the game began
to bore you.

And what happened
to her then, Karnak?

What happens to anyone
at a point of no return.

Something snaps.

Something gives.

She threw herself
in front of a train, Karnak.

But that train
didn't smash Melissa.

You did.

It's a lie.

Who are you to judge me?

Her last letter to me described
you in full detail, Karnak.

Shea asked for only one thing:

Revenge.

I loved her, Karnak.

You killed her.

The same savagery that
killed Melissa will kill you.

But she lied to you.

Listen to me, Marshall.

Listen to yourself, Karnak.

Listen to a man exalting
over a plan of death.

His own.

Listen to a recording of you
telling me your master plan.

The beginning will be
the classic trap.

Mr. X, unaware of any danger, suddenly,
unexpectedly, finds himself alone.

The second phase begins with a
growing realization that he's trapped.

He is told he is going to die.

He is told why he is going to die.

All that I have outlined up to now
has been prelude, stage dressing.

The real play begins now...

You won't get away
with it, Marshall.

You won't.

They'll hang you.

The bird suddenly emerges
into freedom.

Escape.

Mr. X, unaware of any danger, suddenly,
unexpectedly, finds himself alone.

The second phase begins with the
growing realization that he's trapped.

He is told he is going to die.

He is told why he is going to die.

Well, look at him now.

He has outwitted you.

His ego rises like a rocket.

He is free.

The trap that seemed so perfect
has a flaw.

The cage has a weakness.

The bird suddenly emerges
into freedom.

Escape.

His ego rises like a rocket.

He is free.

And then, right then, when his
whole existence is at its summit,

when life is sweetest,

then...

You kill him.

The second phase begins with the
growing realization that he's trapped.

He is told he is going to die.

He is told why he is going to die.

Obviously the third phase
will be the developing of panic.

He will start...

This phase will be very transient.

Very short.

The veneer will fall away.

And all that is left
will be naked fear.

The sense of death will make
a kettledrum of his brain.

He will become a nerve-shattered
animal clawing at his cage.

Everything you start,
win or lose, you never let go.

Can't you just for once
give something up, stop?

He let him get away.

He didn't go through with it.