All language subtitles for Shock (1946) Orig -engl-

Subtitles: Lu�s Filipe Bernardes

Oh, lady!

That's how guys lose their jobs,
not collecting fares.

I'm sorry. I guess I'm a little excited.
Thank you, lady.

Good evening.

Good evening. I'm Mrs. Stewart.

Would you give me my husband's
room number, please.

Lieutenant Stewart.

Lieutenant Stewart.
Yes, he's arriving today.

I wired for the reservation.
Lieutenant and Mrs. Paul Stewart.

You say you wired for a reservation?

Yes, Mrs. Paul Stewart.

I'm afraid there's been a slip up.
Apparently your wire wasn't received.

But I sent it three days ago.

I'm sorry, Mrs. Stewart.
Unfortunately there's nothing I can do for you.

You mean I can't stay here?

I wish I could help,
but we're completely booked up.

But I've got to stay here.
This is the only place we can find each other.

I thought for two years he was dead

and now I don't know if he's been hurt or what.

Please don't be upset, Mrs. Stewart.
Perhaps I can arrange something.

Has Mr. Walters checked in yet?
No, sir. Not until tomorrow.

Fine, then we can get them 816c for tonight.

But you'll have to leave by noon tomorrow.

Yes, of course. Thank you very much.
Not at all.

Would you register, please?

Janet!

Janet!

Janet, it's me.

Let me in, Janet.

Janet, I'm home.

Paul!

Paul! Paul, darling!

Paul, don't go away!

Paul!

Paul, wait!

Paul, wait!

I can't open the door!

Help me!

Janet, I can't find you!

Where are you, Janet?

Janet!

Janet!

Paul?

Paul!

Hello, this is Mrs. Stewart.

Did my husband come in?

No, thank you.

You followed me, Margaret.
You've been spying on me.

I have. I've been watching you for months
making a fool of yourself.

I don't think so.
Bringing her here.

Elaine was just about to leave.
I didn't interrupt too soon?

Perhaps it's just as well
things worked out like this, Margaret.

I've...

I've decided to ask you for a divorce.

A divorce?
Well?

Why should I divorce you?
Oh, please, Margaret, let's be sensible.

Whatever we had for one another is gone.

We've been afraid to admit it before,
but it's true.

Elaine and I...

Well, I love her.

You never loved anyone but yourself.
Please, Margaret.

I was good enough for you once,
but now you want someone younger.

It's not that way at all.
It's just that I...

I can't go on with you any longer.

All right, Richard.
You can have your divorce.

You're right, we are strangers.

But I have some pride.

and no one going to think you've cast me off...
Please, Margaret...

You want your precious Elaine,
you can have her.

But people are going to know the truth.

I'll start right in by telling the room clerk
you've been entertaining your girl in our apartment.

Then I'll call the newspapers.
Careful, cautious Richard.

Destroying everything he is for the sake of a cheap...
Get away from that phone.

You asked for it and you're going to get it.
Leave that phone!

I'll enjoy telling your friends what you've been up to...
Leave that phone or I'll...

I hate you!

Good morning.
Good morning, sir.

I'm Lieutenant Stewart.
Oh, yes, Lieutenant. We've been expecting you.

Your wife's certainly going to be glad
to see you, sir.

Mr. Blake, this is Lieutenant Stewart.

Mr. Blake's our manager.

Lieutenant, you really had us worried.
I'm glad you finally got here.

For a while I wasn't sure we'd make it.
The weather man threw the book at us.

Well, you're in for a real welcome.
816c, boy.

Oh, that's all right.
I'd kinda like to surprise her.

Very well, sir.
Thanks.

Janet!

Darling, what's the matter?

Janet.
Janet, it's me.

It's Paul.

Janet!

Hello?

Hello, operator?
This is Lieutenant Stewart calling.

Can you send a house doctor
up to 816c right away? It's very urgent.

Thank you.

Well?

What is it?

What's wrong with her, Doctor?

I'm not sure. I think she' suffering
from some sort of shock.

I'll be frank with you, Lieutenant.

This is a little outside my line.

But there must be something you can do for her.

We ought to call in a neurospecialist,
or a psychiatrist.

Can you suggest one?

There's a very good man in the hotel,
Doctor Cross.

If we're lucky, we might find him in.

This is Dr. Blair.
Will you see if Dr. Cross is in for me?

Thanks.

Cross has had a lot of experience
with this sort of thing.

I'm all right for a broken arm
or an old fashioned hangover.

But when it comes to the mind...

Hello, Dr. Cross.

This is Blair in the hotel.
How are you?

Say, I've run into something
that's right up your alley.

One of the guests here has had
some sort of shock.

No, I don't know what caused it.

Would you?
That's mighty nice of you.

Thanks, Doctor.
816c.

He'll be right with us.

She was so alive when I saw her last.

I can't quite believe this.

Better snap out of it, Lieutenant.
I don't want another patient.

Dr. Cross is one of the best men
in this part of the country.

I'm very happy
that he's going to have a look at her.

I don't get it.
What could have brought it on?

I wish I could tell you.

The mind's a strange instrument.

What affects me
might not bother you in the slightest.

The workings of the mind depend on so many things
inside as well as outside.

You can make hard and fast improvements.

Well, I suppose it is plausible
if she hasn't been feeling well.

Worrying about me,
not knowing whether I was dead or alive.

Then coming here and not finding me.

That'll be Dr. Cross.

Good morning, Doctor.
Good morning.

I appreciate your promptness.
Not at all.

The sooner you get to a case of shock,
the better.

This is Lieutenant Stewart.
Doctor Cross.

How do you do, Lieutenant?
Thanks for coming, Doctor.

My wife is in the bedroom.

She doesn't know me.

She doesn't seem to know anything.

Were you here when it happened?

I just got in a few minutes ago.

When I opened the door
she was sitting on the divan.

He eyes were wide open.

She was staring at...
At nothing.

Did you notice anything peculiar about her actions
when you saw her last?

I've been a prisoner of war for two years.
I've just come home.

Oh, I see.

She's had a rugged time, all right.

First thinking I was dead.

Then hearing from me.

And on top of all that,
my plane was twelve hours late.

Would you say that she was a nervous,
imaginative girl?

No, sir. I've known her all my life.

We came from the same small town in Michigan.

We went to school together.

She... well, she's just a nice kid.

What's wrong with her, Doctor?
She's had a nervous collapse.

Went into shock.

Where did you find her?
In the living room.

In the living room?

You said she was sitting on the divan.

Yes, right here.

I see.

What do you think would have caused it, doctor?

Well, that's difficult to say.

You have no idea how long
she might have been sitting there?

No.

Oh, the clerk did say she phoned down
at about one in the morning.

Between one and 8:30.

What difference does that make?
The important thing is what you can do for her.

It's hard for a doctor to make promises.
We can only do our best.

Are you living permanently at the hotel?

No. As a matter of fact,
we've got to clear out by noon.

Oh, I see.

Then I'd better take her to my place.

She's going to need someone with her
night and day.

Dr. Cross has a private sanatorium
just out of town.

I see.
Believe me, Lieutenant, it's best for her.

But there must be a hospital here in San Francisco.

I'd like to be near her.
Of course.

But I'm at my place every day.

It's in the country
and she'll get plenty of fresh air and quiet.

If I were you, Lieutenant,
I'd listen to Dr. Cross.

Okay, you men know best.

Just get her well again.

I was getting ready to leave when you called.

I'll take Mrs. Stewart up with me now.

Hello? This is Dr. Cross.
Will you get me my office, please?

I'm going along with her, Doctor.

I'd rather you waited, Lieutenant, until I've been able
to give her a thorough examination.

It's quite possible your presence may excite her
and do her more harm than good.

It's just that I...
It's been so long since I've seen her.

Why don't you drive up with me tomorrow?

Miss Jordan,

will you call the hospital and tell Miss Hatfield
to have a room ready for a new patient?

We'll be there shortly.

Yes, that's right.

You pick us up at the hotel.

Right.

You'd better pack a bag for your wife, Lieutenant.

Thanks, doctor.

I'm from Dr. Cross's office.
We were to pick up a patient.

Oh, yes, they're on their way down now.
Thank you.

Your car is waiting, doctor.
Thank you.

This is Miss Jordan, from my office.
Lieutenant Stewart.

How do you do, Lieutenant?
Mrs. Stewart has had a nervous collapse.

What a shame.

Don't you worry, Lieutenant,
we'll soon have her well again.

You'll call for me in the morning, right?

Yes, I'll pick you up at 11:30.

Put her to bed and have Dr. Stephens
give her an injection of scopolamine.

Yes, doctor.

Miss Hatfield.
Good morning, doctor.

Your patient is coming in at the ambulance entrance.
You have her room ready?

Yes, I have, sir.
Thank you.

Good morning, sir.
Good morning, doctor.

How is she?
Quire relaxed, sir.

What's her trouble?
Amnesia shock.

She's had her injection?
Yes, doctor.

She's ready to talk now.

Thank you. That'll be all.
Yes, sir.

I'm Dr. Cross, Mrs. Stewart.

I'm your friend.

I'm here to help you.

I want you to think.

You're going to remember things now.

You went to meet your husband
at the Belmont Arms.

Do you remember that?

You were worried about Paul.
He didn't arrive on time.

You were too nervous to sleep.

Did you walk out on the balcony?

I...

Yes.

I walked out on the balcony.

See, you can remember.

But what did you see from the balcony?

They...

They were...

quarrelling.

You heard them distinctly?

I...

Did you hear them distinctly?

He's...

trying to...

stop her.

He's...

going to hit her...

he's hitting her head...

He's...

killing her.

Who? Who's hurting the woman?

That man...

He's her husband.

He's killing her.

Well?
She knows, Elaine. She remembers.

Her room was opposite my apartment.

She walked out on the balcony,
she heard everything.

Yes?

Can you come now, doctor?
They're having trouble with Mr. Edwards again.

Yes.

Darling, I didn't think you'd ever get here.

I love you.

You've got a headache.

I can tell from your eyes.

Yes, it's bursting.

You did it?
Yes.

Yes, I did it.
It was horrible, Elaine.

I had the porter take the trunk down.

I told the hotel manager I was joining my...

wife in Carmel for a few days.

They shipped the trunk to my lodge.

No one knew she was in town last night?

No. She came up the back way.

She wanted to surprise us, remember?

You're not sorry.

Are you?

I wish I'd called the police.

I lost my head. I didn't mean to kill her.
There was no premeditation.

But now I've concealed her body,
I've shipped the trunk to my lodge...

and you know as well as I do
there's only one answer to that.

I shouldn't have listened to you, Elaine.
Think, darling.

What would have happened if you'd called the police?
Manslaughter means 20 years.

What would that have done to you, to us?
I don't know.

Would you have wanted it that way?

Now no one knows. We're safe.

You're forgetting Janet Stewart, aren't you?
She knows. What if she talks?

I haven't forgotten her.

She can't tell what she's seen
as long as she's in this condition, can she?

The shock will wear off
in a couple of weeks at the most.

It'll wear off if you let it, Dick.

Elaine, I'm a doctor!
She'll talk only if you let her.

You mean too much to me.
It's the only way out, Dick.

It's the one and only way out for us.

I don't know, Elaine. I've got to think.

Good morning, Mrs. Penny.
Good morning, doctor.

You're looking very well today.
Thank you, doctor.

Good morning, doctor.
Good morning, Miss Hatfield.

This is Lieutenant Stewart. Miss Hatfield is our head nurse.
How do you do, Lieutenant.

Is Miss Jordan with Mrs. Stewart?
Yes, she is, doctor.

Good morning, Lieutenant.

Janet.

Darling, it's me.

It's Paul.

I'm home, dear.

She's worse.
Not really.

She was restless, and we gave her a sedative.

You've got to be patient, Lieutenant.
It's going to take time.

And you must try to stop thinking
of your wife as she was.

You see, when you were reported killed...

she had a terrible time adjusting herself.

But she did.
Then, when the news came that you were alive...

and on your way home,

it was hard for her subconscious to accept that

because the first adjustment had been so difficult.

Then, of course, when your plane was late,

she thought she'd been tricked.

that you'd never sent that wire.

Don't try and let me off easily, doctor.

Give it to me straight.

Tell me, can you help her?

That's a very difficult question to answer.

Sit down, Lieutenant.

The mind is a delicate, fragile thing.

It's almost as intangible as faith.

And that's what you're going to need.

A lot of faith in yourself, and in your wife,
and in me..

Please don't think I haven't faith in you, doctor,

because I have.

But yesterday after you left with Janet

I needed someone to talk to.
Of course.

So I went to the Army Hospital
and I talked with some of the doctors.

I told them Janet was in your care.

They said that I couldn't find a better man.

But...

Well, you know how it is, I figured that maybe
two minds might be better than one.

And I asked if another opinion mightn't help.

That's perfectly understandable.
If you want a consultant, by all means bring one in.

Thanks.
They recommended Dr. Franklin Harvey.

Harvey? Well, I studied under him.

He's probably the best man in his field.

Well, that's swell, doctor. I was a little embarrassed.
I didn't want you to think that...

Not at all. I'll phone Dr. Harvey
and have him out here.

Good.

Well, I might as well go back to town.

If it's all right, I'll run out again tomorrow.

For Mrs. Stewart's sake I'm going to have to ask you
to observe our regular visiting days.

Sundays and Thursdays.

I'll phone Dr. Harvey and try to have him
out here Thursday

so that you can talk with him then.
Okay, we'll make it Thursday.

I thought you'd like to know, Lieutenant,
she's resting quite easily now.

Thanks. Goodbye, doctor.

Miss Jordan.
Bye.

Mrs. Stewart.

Mrs. Stewart.

You're going out on that balcony again,
Mrs. Stewart.

You're looking into the other apartment.

You're listening to the argument.

Do you remember what happened to the woman?

He's hitting her.
He's hitting her with a candlestick.

Now he's hitting you.
Hitting you with a candlestick.

In your head, again and again.
My head is hurting me.

The candlestick is killing you.
Soon you won't be able to remember anything.

You can't hear a sound now.

You can't hear anything.

You can't hear.

You can't remember.

You can't remember.

You can't remember.

Edwards' condition is deteriorating rapidly.

If this continues we will have to take steps
to put him in a more suitable institution.

She's exhausted. She hasn't got far to go.

Elaine,

do you think you could manage it here
alone for the weekend?

Certainly. Why?

The trunk should be there tomorrow.

I've been wondering.

There are no servants at the lodge.

What'll happen when the trunk is delivered
and there's no one to receive it?

Nothing.
They'll just leave it on the back porch.

When are you leaving?
Tomorrow.

Dr. Harvey's due here this afternoon.

Harvey? Coming here for what?

Stewart requested a consultation.

You're not going to let him examine her!
Of course.

How would it have looked if I said no?

But he might discover something.
He has no reason to be suspicious.

You can't risk it. I won't let you do it.
I know what I'm doing, Elaine.

Darling, you're not thinking clearly.

I've never seen thing so clearly before
in my whole life.

You will send me a report on her spinal test.
Yes, Dr. Harvey.

And the other specimens.
Yes.

You know, Richard?

I'm not sure I completely agree this was all brought on
by her husband's late arrival.

That was a contributing circumstance.

I feel there may have been something else.

Well, that's always possible, of course, sir.

But I found no evidence of it.

Just speculation.

Would you have a cigar, sir?

Yes, thank you.

Let's continue the present treatment
and see how she comes along.

Yes, sir.

I noticed, Richard,
you've been giving her sedatives.

Yes, I have.
She's been pretty difficult at times.

I'd go easy on them.

If she's under sedation there's no way of knowing
when she comes back to normal.

No, I plan to take her off them
within the next 24 hours.

Fine.

By the way, how's Margaret?

I'm joining her at the lodge.
Give her my regards when you see her.

I will, thank you, sir.

Well, I'd better talk with the young man.

Sometimes I wonder which are more difficult.

Patients or their families.

Hiya, beautiful.
Hi.

What a night.

You don't happen to know a blonde
that would like to relax with me, do you?

That's what I thought you'd say.

Coffee?
Please.

Poor Edwards, these storms don't do him any good.

He kept ducking into his closet
and slamming the door after him.

I finally had to lock it.

How's your patient?
All right, I guess.

I was talking with her husband.
It's kinda tough..,

coming home and finding your wife in that condition.

Yes.

I can't figure Dr. Cross's treatment.

Why keep the poor guy from seeing his wife?

I think it would help snap her out of it
if she saw more of him.

Dr. Cross doesn't want her to get excited.

After all, the attack was brought on
by worry over him.

Yeah.

That was close.

It's time to turn in.

You'd better tuck your patient in bed
and get a good night's sleep.

Yes, I should be up there now.

Tell me, is it true that doctors
get a night off once in a while?

If you had a night off,
you wouldn't know what to do with it.

Wouldn't I?

Wouldn't I.
Good night, doctor.

Good night.

Well, another stormy weekend.
It isn't my night off.

Well, anyway, the rain will help Jane
on her day off.

Who's there?

Why, Mr. Edwards, you shouldn't be in here.
Come, I'll take you back to...

Don't, I...

Mr. Edwards!

Don't be afraid.

We won't let the storm hurt you.

You're coming back to your room,
aren't you, Mr. Edwards?

Aren't you, Mr. Edwards?

That's fine.

Come along.

Take care of him, Frank.
Yes, doctor.

Come along, sir.

Are you all right, Elaine?
Yes.

There, there, Mrs. Stewart.
It's all over...

He killed her. He hit her on the head
and killed her.

The doctor killed her.

Mr. Edwards became very violent last night.

This morning they found that
he had a key hidden away.

I ordered the lock on his door to be changed.

As for Mrs. Stewart,
she's suffering from hallucinations.

She keeps insisting that she witnessed a murder,
which obviously...

Come in.

Oh, hello, Lieutenant.

They told me I'd find you here.

I hope I'm not interrupting.

Not at all.
It's kinda rough, isn't it?

Yeah. She's out of her head.

She's got a crazy idea she saw a murder.

What am I going to do?
You're gonna sit tight. She's in good hands.

So they keep telling me, but...

Well, she's getting worse.

I'm thinking of taking her back to San Francisco
to a hospital there.

I wouldn't do that if I were you, Lieutenant.

Dr. Cross is tops, you know that.

You brought Harvey in to consult.
You can't do any better than that.

But I can't just sit around and watch her get worse.
I've got to do something.

Lieutenant, I wouldn't try to kid you for the world.

So far we've tried to snap her out of it with quiet,
and rest and simple foods.

There are a dozen other things we can do.
Electric therapy, insulin shock...

Insulin shock? They use that in the army
on guys who blow their tops.

Sure they do, because it often helps.

But you're not gonna turn it down
on that account, will you?

No.
Relax. The setup here is perfect.

Everybody's rooting for you.

Now, just take it easy.
You mean that?

Okay.

Say, put in a couple of extra licks, doctor.

I'd kinda like to take her home soon.

Okay, Lieutenant.
We'll do everything we possibly can for her.

Goodbye, doctor.
Goodbye.

Oh, I beg your pardon.

Look at this.
Mrs. Cross is dead.

What?

The body of Mrs. Margaret Cross,
wife of the noted psychiatrist,

has just been recovered from its resting place
among the rocks at Point Lobos.

Mrs. Cross had been missing since Friday night.

Coroner Jess Haines has pronounced the death accidental.

Good morning, doctor.
You have our deepest sympathy.

Thank you.

I'm terribly sorry, doctor.

Thank you. Would you come in, Miss Jordan?
Yes, sir.

You're the perfect picture
of a heartbroken husband.

Am I?

I've missed you.

Driving back there was time to think.
I got to thinking about you.

I asked myself,
'Is she worth what I've done?'

Well?

That was a very satisfactory answer.

How did things go while I was away?

Oh, darling, things are going so well
I can hardly believe it.

What do you mean?
Mr. Edwards got out during the storm.

He went into her room.
What?

He went after me. I struggled with him.

She woke up and confused Mr. Edwards with you.

She was thrown back into that night at the hotel.

Oh, Elaine, that undoes everything I've tried to do.

No, Stephens and Miss Hatfield heard her.
They're convinced she's insane.

Now, no matter what she says
they'll think she has hallucinations.

I see...
But you don't see, darling.

Before you were trying to make her fret.

Now she can talk her head off
and no one will believe her.

If we can encourage her to talk
and convince her husband that she's insane,

we can keep her here as long as it suits us.

Then have her committed.

Darling...

Janet, darling.

It's me.

Wake up.

I'm here, dear.

Paul.

I've waited all night for you, darling.

What took you so long?

Don't worry. I'm with you now.

We have to be out by morning, Paul.

They won't let us stay.

Lieutenant Stewart.

You shouldn't be in here.

Paul! It's him!

Who is it, dear?
Him!

He killed her.
He killed his wife.

He picked something up, Paul,
and he hit her with it.

He was arguing with her and he killed her.

I know, I know, dear.

You've upset her, Lieutenant.
You shouldn't have come in here.

Come outside with me.

Give her a hypodermic, nurse.

Don't leave me here, Paul, come back!
Lie down, easy...

What is it, doctor, what's happened to her?

Lieutenant, I'm going to be
perfectly frank with you.

What you've just heard
is something I've been afraid of.

There are times when patients
emerging from amnesia

suffer from delusions.

It doesn't happen often.
I'd hoped it wouldn't happen in her case.

But you heard her yourself.
But why?

Well...

it's hard to explain.

But if you come with me,
I think I might be able to clarify it for you.

Hello, Mrs. Penny.

Good day, doctor.
How are you feeling today?

Just fine, doctor, just fine.

That's a lovely thing you're knitting there.
It's a shawl for one of my friends.

Everyone here treating you well?
Oh, yes, they're very nice to me.

Dr. Stephens hasn't tried to kill me
with that needle for a long while now.

Neither has Miss Hatfield.

Haven't I told you many times, Mrs. Penny,

that no one here is trying to kill you?

Oh, yes they are. You all want to kill me.
You're murderers, all of you.

But I've learned. I'm too smart for you.

What you've just heard, Lieutenant,
for the second time,

is the typical attitude of many of our patients
towards the hospital staff.

But that old lady, she seemed all right.

Mrs. Penny is suffering from a paranoid form
of dementia praecox,

characterized either by delusions of grandeur
or delusions of persecution, or both.

The patient, when confined to the hospital,

almost invariably becomes convinced that the doctors
and nurses who are treating him

are really murderers intent on killing him.

This delusion is quite common among mental cases
in an institution of this sort.

Are you trying to tell me
my wife is out of her mind?

No. Out of the mind denotes
complete loss of reason.

Mrs. Stewart hasn't reached that stage.

But she's got the same crazy ideas
as the other patients.

Right now she's merely suffering delusions.

However, I feel it's only fair to tell you, Lieutenant,

that this condition can become worse.

Our fight now
is to prevent further deterioration of her mind.

You've got to help her, doctor.

You've got to get her well again.

I'll do everything I can.

Believe me.

Come now, Mrs. Stewart,
you shouldn't be out of bed.

Will you help me, please?

Please, please help me.

Get the police here, please.

We don't need the police, Mrs. Stewart.
You come along with me and...

You don't understand.
There's nothing the matter with me.

I want the police.

That doctor's a murderer.

You go back to bed and we'll call them...

Don't talk to me as if I were crazy.
I'm telling you the truth.

Orderly! Come along, Mrs. Stewart,
no one's going to hurt you.

You're going to be all right.
Orderly!

Let me go. No, I'm not crazy!
I'm not crazy!

I wish you could have been there
to see her yourself.

Yes, I heard about it this morning.

She had the usual delusions.
She kept insisting that you were a murderer.

You know how they get.
She wanted me to call the police.

For a moment she became very violent.

I had to give her a sedative.

I think we ought to do something about her.
I agree with you, doctor.

I'll be in to see her in a few minutes.

Thank you, sir.
Thank you.

There, you see?
Everything worked out just as we planned.

Yes.

Well, smile, darling.
It's fallen right in our lap.

You don't seem particularly pleased.
I am. Of course I am, Elaine.

Well, what are you going to do?

I'm going to try to find something
that will convince her that she's insane.

You'd better get back to her now, darling.
I'll be over in a few minutes.

Right.

You feeling any better today?

I'm all right.
There's nothing the matter with me.

Miss Jordan tells me that you're still talking
about some woman I'm supposed to have killed.

I've asked you to stop thinking
about such things, Mrs. Stewart.

But it was your own wife.

If I could prove to you
that you couldn't have seen me kill my wife,

would you believe that this is a delusion
you've been suffering from?

You were arguing with her about a divorce.

If you look at the date on this newspaper,
Mrs. Stewart,

you will see that my wife died only a week ago.

You have been a patient here
for over three weeks now.

Three weeks?

That's right.

So you see,
this has all been a very vivid dream.

You must fight these dreams, Mrs. Stewart,
or they're going to become worse

and we don't want that to happen.

My mind is all right.

It's not all right, Mrs. Stewart.
Your mind is sick and it's getting worse.

My mind is all right.

You wouldn't like your husband
to see you in that condition, would you?

He doesn't even want to see you
when you're like this.

You're losing your mind, Mrs. Stewart.

No, no...
Losing your mind.

Oh, no...

Thank you, Miss Hatfield.

Doctor Cross.
Yes?

There's someone in your office to see you.

Did I have an appointment?
No, sir.

He's from the District Attorney's Office
of Monterey.

Oh, yes, thank you.

Doctor Cross?
Yes?

How are you? My name's O'Neill.

I'm with the District Attorney's Office
in Monterey County.

Oh, yes. What can I do for you?

It's in connection with your wife's death, doctor.

I thought the case had been closed.

Something happened this week
that made us consider the possibility

that your wife didn't fall into that chasm by accident.

I don't understand.

A couple of days ago someone broke into Howard Lodge.

beat Mrs. Howard into unconsciousness
and made off with the valuables.

We caught the thief day before yesterday.

But what has that got to do with Mrs. Cross's death?

It may not have anything to do with it.

It occurred to us that since the Lodge
was so close to your place

the man who clubbed Mrs. Howard
may have paid a visit to your wife.

You've lived around Point Lobos
for nearly ten years.

Mrs. Cross spent much of the time there.

She must have known those cliffs pretty well
even at night.

Yes...

I'd hate to think that she...
I'm not saying it was murder, doctor.

I'm just checking.

Of course.

I'll do everything I can to help you.

I knew you'd feel that way about it.

Have you checked your place
to see if anything was missing?

I'm sure there isn't or I'd have noticed it.

If it's all right with you, doctor,
we'd like to have Mrs. Cross's body exhumed.

But the coroner said...
It was only a routine examination.

Well, I don't know if that's necessary,
Mr. O'Neill.

You've got your man.

All we've got is a drunken old tramp

who clubbed Mrs. Howard
and stole a little money and jewelry.

We can't know about Mrs. Cross
unless the body is exhumed.

But it seems almost sacrilegious.

Hasn't she been through enough?

Haven't I?

I'd hoped you'd be more understanding, doctor.

Naturally we'll get a court order,
but it would be much simpler if you...

If this tramp killed your wife,
you want to see him punished, don't you?

Of course.

Then you can't conscientiously
object to the exhumation.

No.

No, Mr. O'Neill, I can't.

If the man is guilty,
he must be punished, of course.

Thank you, doctor.

You'll hear from me one way or the other
within the next few days.

Thank you for your cooperation.

Darling, I've been so worried.
I didn't know what had happened to you.

Where have you been?
In the city.

When you weren't here for dinner
I began to worry.

What did the man
from the District Attorney's Office want?

They're going to exhume Margaret's body.
You're not going to let them.

I had nothing to say about it.
They'd get a court order.

But why are they...
They think some prowler might have killed her.

Prowler?
They weren't looking for anything before.

She slipped and fell
and fractured her skull against the rocks.

Now they may discover
it wasn't the fall that killed her.

They can't prove anything.
No?

Once they start asking questions I...

That's why I went to the city.
I had to make sure...

that I hadn't overlooked anything in the apartment.

Why didn't I report it in the first place?

Why did I let you talk me into it?

If it weren't for that Stewart girl...

If they start asking questions and find her...
Maybe they won't find her.

You've taken care of everything so far.

If we have to, we'll take care of her too.

You're not helping much acting this way.

If a man wanted to, if he had courage...

he could get rid of her
and no one would ever know.

A doctor has an advantage.

I could give her insulin shock treatment.

Shock treatment is indicated
in a case like hers.

I could give her four injections.

Then, with the last one, an overdose.

No one would ever know the difference.

Then we'd be safe.

No matter what the District Attorney's Office found,
we'd be safe.

They'd have nothing on us, Richard.

We could get married then.

You'd be yourself again, Richard.

We'd find peace and quiet here,
just the two of us.

You don't think I'd do it, do you?

Why not?
Is her life more important than ours?

I've had enough, look, Elaine.
I can't go on like this.

Things keep piling up.

First it was Margaret, then tricking that child
so that she'd forget.

Then convincing her that she was insane.

There's a limit beyond which
even I can't go.

Richard...

remember the first night I came here?

Remember?

You were alone.

You were sitting here in front of the fireplace
with a sick headache.

The lights were out.

You didn't hear me when I knocked
and when I opened the door you said...

'Oh, it's you, Miss Jordan.'

You called me Miss Jordan then, remember?

I told you I had to see you
about Mrs. Penny's prescription.

You talked to me and you saw that I was tired
and you asked me if I wouldn't have a drink.

I hesitated and you said...

'I won't bite your head off, Miss Jordan.'

We had a drink.

Remember?

We sat here for a long time and then...

suddenly you laughed
and you said your headache was gone.

You asked me about my family
and I told you.

And we both laughed.

Remember?

Then you took me in your arms.

I know you remember that.

I won't do it, Elaine.

I won't do it.

Just a minute, I'm coming.

Hello, doctor.

Come in.

I hope you hadn't gone to bed.
No.

They told me at the hospital
I'd find you here.

I didn't expect to see you so soon,
Mr. O'Neill, I...

I thought you'd phone me
if there were any developments.

I had to serve the papers.
Oh, yes?

Coroner's inquest subpoena.

Now it's legal.

What did the coroner find?

Your wife was murdered, doctor.

Oh...

Are you sure?

Yes, sir.

Sit down, Mr. O'Neill.

She was beaten over the head,
suffered a fracture.

Death was practically instantaneous.

This prowler you told me about,
do you think he did it?

It seems so.

He clubbed Mrs. Howard.
Your wife went out the same way.

A pattern.

Killers usually follow a pattern.

You don't know how she was killed,
I mean, the weapon?

She was struck with a candlestick,
A candlestick?

Are you sure?

A heavy silver one.
How can you know?

Microscope.
There were particles of silver in the wound.

They told us it was a silver object.

There were bits of wax mixed with the silver.
They told us it was a candlestick.

It must have been a heavy candlestick
to have done the damage.

Just routine, doctor.

A criminal doesn't have
much of a chance these days, does he?

No, sir.

By the way, do you have
any silver candlesticks at the lodge?

We might have.

I'd like your permission to go through the house.

The murderer may have left the candlestick behind,
in which case we'll get fingerprints.

If he got rid of the weapon,
we may be able to find the mate.

Then we'll know what to look for.
Of course, go right ahead.

Thanks.

Now if we can find the candlestick,
our troubles are over.

By the way, when did you see Mrs. Cross last?

Alive, I mean?

Oh, a couple of weeks before she was killed.

Why?
Can you place it a little more definitely?

I think so.
Things had been piling up around here and...

I needed a change.

So I drove down to Point Lobos on a Friday night.

Anyone see you?

I don't think so. Why?

We're trying to fix the exact time of her death.

Well, I'm not sure anyone saw me.

I drove down there on Friday night...

left there around nine-thirty
Saturday night.

Well, it's not too important.

Naturally, I want to do everything I can
to help you, Mr. O'Neill.

If I think of anything,
I'll get in touch with you.

Thanks. Sorry to bother you so late.

That's all right.

See you at the inquest.

Good night, doctor.
Good night.

Wilt thou love her, comfort her, honor and keep her
in sickness and in health,

and forsaking all others, keep only unto her
so long as ye both shall live?

I do.

What's the matter, Richard?
You haven't been yourself lately.

Something on your mind?

Darling, what's happening with us?

Richard, I must speak to you.

People are talking about
you and that nurse, Miss Jordan.

How do you like my hair, Richard?

Of course I had it dyed.

Everyone said it makes me look years younger.

I can give her four injections.

Then, with the last one, an overdose.

Then we'd be safe.

No matter what the District Attorney's Office found,
we'd be safe.

Get me Lieutenant Stewart, please.

The treatment itself consists of a series of shocks

brought on by injections of insulin.

The dosage and the degree of shock
is gradually increased

until we've reached what we feel is the limit
the patient's system can stand.

Well, if you do give Janet this insulin,

how certain can you be that it'll help her?

I'm neither a miracle man nor a prophet, Lieutenant.

If medicine were an exact science,
and not an art,

I might be able to tell you.

But you think there's a chance.

Yes, I do.

I... I have seen it work in the army.

All right, doctor. Go ahead and try.

Fine.
We'll begin the treatment tomorrow morning.

Give her about an hour and a half.

Doctor...

Paul...

Now watch her.

Dextrose. We'll bring her out now.

Is Dr. Harvey in?
Yes, he's in. Do you have an appointment?

I'll be glad to consult with you, doctor...
I'm sorry to break in this way...

My secretary will make the appointment.

I had to see you, doctor,
It's about my wife.

She's been getting insulin shock treatments...
Now, just a moment, young man.

Oh, it's Lieutenant Stewart.

Well, we've had some wonderful results
with insulin.

But after three treatments she still insists
she saw Dr. Cross murder his wife with a candlestick.

Murder his wife?
Yes, and she says he's trying to kill her now.

Well, that's a very common delusion.

Mrs. Cross is dead.
And Dr. Cross did live in our hotel.

You and the Crosses were in the same hotel?

The Belmont Arms.

I see.

And when was it she said that?
Yesterday?

Yes. After the treatment.

You realize it's hard to make generalizations.

But as a rule, the patient is completely normal
immediately after insulin shock.

They may relapse into the hallucination
after this illusive period.

But at that moment, no matter how bad the case...

the patient speaks the truth.

You're telling me in your own way that...

that Janet's normal.

That she's got something on Cross

and he's pretending she's crazy to save his own neck.

I'm not saying quite that, but...

Will you read this, doctor?

Get Dr. Cross at the sanatorium, please.

It seems inconceivable.

Hello, Dr. Cross?

I'm sorry, Dr. Harvey.
Dr. Cross is with Mrs. Stewart.

No, sir. This is Dr. Stephen's day off.

I see. Thank you.

Well, Lieutenant, I think a trip is in order.

She's the only one who knows, Richard.

No matter what O'Neill says or anyone else...

if she's out of the way,
we've nothing to worry about.

They can hint and guess all they want,
but without her they have nothing.

I can't do it, Elaine.

Dextrose. I've got to bring her out of it.

No. No, you can't!

Dick, you can't.
Dextrose, Elaine, I've got to save her, I've got to!

You can't, I won't let you.
We've got to go through with it.

You don't understand, I can't go through with it...

It's her life or ours! No one will ever know.
Elaine!

Richard, listen to me!
Let go of me!

Richard, I love you!

Richard!

Richard!

Dr. Cross, where is he?
With Mrs. Stewart.

Come along, we may need you.

Adrenaline, quickly.

Don't worry, son,
she'll come out of it in a couple of hours

and you'll be able to take her home
in two or three days.

I'm very grateful to you, doctor.

Paul.

Oh, Janet, darling.

September, 13th,

in the case of Janet Stewart.

I gave her insulin shock again today

for the fourth time.

Can you give me a minute?

Thank you.

Dr. Harvey completed the treatment successfully.

The case is closed.

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