All language subtitles for The Flame 1947 - Film Noir - John Carroll, Vera Ralston . Brodrick Crawford

Subtitles: Lu�s Filipe Bernardes

You didn't really expect to get away
with a thing like that, did you?

- Frankly, officer, I didn't.
- Then why try it?

If you don't care about yourself,
think about other people.

Driving through traffic
at 50 miiles an hour.

Traffic?
You... oh.

I'm sorry, officer.

Now, you keep it up and this'll be
the last New Year's you'll ever see.

- Unpleasant thought, isn't it?
- Isn't it, though?

Okay, go ahead, but take it easy.

I don't want to hand out any tickets
tonight unless I have to.

Thanks.

Oh, Mr. MacAllister.

A letter for you.
And a happy New Year.

Happy New Year, Mr. MacAllister.

Something wrong, Mr. Boss?

No.

You going to spend New Year Eve alone?

Yeah.

You want Chang to stay.
Maybe mix drink.

Keep you company.

No, just close the door from
the outside.

Chang do something wrong?

You wish him unhappy New Year?

Alright, happy New Year, Chang.
Good night.

No hurry. It's alright. Chinese New Year
not for long time yet.

Operator?
Police Department.

Thank you.

Police Department?

My name is George MacAllister.

I live at 150, West 59th.

I just killed...

I just killed a man.

You'll find his body at
Rossmore Apartments.

East 7th, apartment 14.

What's that?

Yes.

Yeah, he's quite dead.

My dear George,

I should have known sooner...

that the hate that you bore
your half brother...

...must one day bring you
to this point.

Crime and passion are a bad mixture
at best, George.

When the passion is hate, nothing but
evil and violence can be found.

It was shortly after Dr. Mitchell had
pronounced his death sentence...

on your brother Barry, giving him only
a little more time to live,

a few months at the most, he said,

and sent him deeper in the seclusion...

...of that place he called home,

and deeper into the dark room
that seemed to find comfort...

...only in that unhappy organ
music of his.

Your aunt Margaret was there...

...and Barry.

And I, Carlotta Duval.

Stop it, please, please...

Are you ill, Miss Duval?

Don't you care for my music?

It's... it's your bedtime, that's all.

Why, it's just 8:30.

Eight-thirty, yes, it's 8:30 outside.

But not here, in this house
it's midnight all the time.

Aren't you being a little dramatic,
Miss Duval?

Perhaps I am. I'm Sorry.

Barry's music relaxes him.

Relaxes him?
It's killing him.

Miss Duval!

Barry, my poor boy.

So it is my music.

- I'm sorry, Mr. MacAllister.
- It's alright.

Why don't you like it?

I don't like it for what it's
doing to you.

Those depressing dirges you call
music are as ugly as...

As what you're waiting for.

The girl is insane.

No, no I'm not. But I will be
if I stay here any longer.

Just a moment, Miss Duval.

It seems you have an opinion of me.
I'd like to hear it.

Yes. Yes, I have an opinion of you.

Barry, let her go. Miss Duval, you're
exciting him, I warn you.

His pulse is very firm.

And it'll take more than my opinion
to get through that blanket of...

...self-pity you've thrown
around yourself.

Self-pity?

Isn't a dying man entitled
even to that?

Dying man?

To be a dying man you must first
be a living man.

You are not living. You have already
abandoned life.

I'm going to call Dr. Mitchell.

I'll save you the trouble.

I'll call Dr. Mitchell and ask him
to send another nurse tonight.

Hello?

Dr. Mitchell? Miss Duval speaking.

Dr. Mitchell, I'm quitting...

Hello, Uncle Joe.

Wrong?

Oh, no.

No, I think Miss Duval just wanted
to report...

...that her patient is feeling
exceptionally well tonight.

Quitting?

No, I, uh... I think she wanted to, uh...
quit giving me the brown pills.

The big ones.

Can you imagine, Miss Duval,
he thought you were quitting.

No, Uncle Joe.

No, I think she's very happy here.

As for myself, I couldn't get
along without her.

She's very happy here.

As for myself, I couldn't get
along without her.

I couldn't get along without her.

Now do you like my music,
Miss Duval?

It's wonderful.

But why aren't you in bed?

I couldn't sleep.

Then I did upset you.

Yes. Yes, you did.

I was thinking about you.

There's one thing I didn't think
about you, though.

Of course, I didn't know at that.

It was how lovely you would look
coming down the staircase.

Wearing...

...just that.

But... Mr. MacAllister,
you're not supposed to...

I'm not supposed to think about fair
ladies and romance, Miss Duval?

That's exactly what I was
thinking about.

Carlotta...

Yes, Mr. MacAllister?

I know I haven't much to
offer you, except, uh...

companionship, money...

But...

it's not much to trade for the, uh...

...happiness that I know you
can give me.

...during whatever time is left.

Carlotta...

Yes?

Will you marry me?

You poor, poor man.

Now you'll never know I...

I would have married you if you
hadn't a penny to your name.

Kitten!

It worked, darling, it worked.

- He went for it.
- We'll be married Monday.

Great. Where's the happy event
going to take place?

In his apartment here in New York?

No, he wants to be married
in the family chapel.

Oh, you're wonderful.

- And I love you.
- It's about time you said so.

Never doubt it.

It was my lucky day when I met
Nurse Duval at that French hospital.

Nurse Duval.

You know, you were the only good thing
that happened to me in the whole war.

It was my lucky day too.

Oh, it's good te be here.
If I could only stay forever.

Poor kid, you're tired, aren't you?

No, I'm not tired exactly,
at least not from the work.

It was the strain, darling.
It took such a long time...

I was about ready to propose to him.

Uh-uh, it wouldn't have worked,
I know the guy.

I bet when icy Miss Duval finally
let him have that first attempt...

...he fell off the organ bench.

Practically.
But I'm glad it's over.

I wasn't joking when I told him
I was going insane out there.

I wouldn't mind a wife who was
a little nuts.

As long as she has a few
million dollars. Come on.

This calls for a celebration.

Here, we'll drink to the future
Mrs. MacAllister.

To the future of which
Mrs. MacAllister, huh?

The Mrs. George MacAllister,
of course.

Most certainly not to the wealthy
widow MacAllister...

...yet.

Don't, George.

What was that for?

I don't know. It's just that...
he doesn't seem so bad.

Well, you'd better take another
look at him.

But out of respect for your opinion,

...I'll send the biggest wreath
I can find for his funeral.

Please don't. It's bad enough that
our happiness depends on that.

Is it our fault that he's got a body
that doesn't want to stay wrapped...

...around that penny-pinching, shriveled up
little soul of his any longer?

No, no, of course not.

And don't be angry with me, especially
not just now when I have to leave.

I'm not angry, kitten.

When am I going to see you again?
It gets a little lonely up here.

I'll see, as soon as I can.

But, uh... see that you stay
lonesome for me.

Don't go looking for new company.

Aw, kitten, you know your Georgie
better than that.

I certainly do know my Georgie.

I'm just kidding.

Hey, wait a minute. Maybe I'm the one
that should be worried.

- Just a little?
- No, darling.

With me you're my love.

And Barry is my business.

Trust me.
I'll not mix the two.

Only dazedly do I recall the next
few days.

The hours became a solid mold
of anxiety.

Anxiety over my ability to go thru
with what we had planned,

over the normal details attending
marriage to a MacAllister.

And then it was Monday, the day
of the wedding,

and I stood before a mirror dressed
as I once hoped to be dressed...

...for another wedding.

- Alright?
- Just as pretty as a picture.

Ain't any other word for it.
Just as pretty as a picture.

I'm glad. Now you'd better go
and help Miss MacAllister.

Yessum, I sure will.
I'll do just that.

Something old, something new.

Something borrowed, something blue.

Something borrowed.
I forgot.

Something borrowed?

You startled me.

Would this be suitable, do you think?

It's quite horrible.

Some might think it rather symbolic.

I'm tired of your insinuations,
Miss MacAllister.

If you have anything to say then say it
and be done with it.

I have only one thing to say,
Miss Duval.

Don't marry my nephew.

Your motives are obvious.

I must ask you to leave my room.

I have no desire to remain longer.

After you have repeated our
conversation to Barry,

I imagine he will want me to
move elsewhere.

I'll not repeat it to him.

And you may stay in this house
for as long as you wish.

I'm not afraid of you,
Miss MacAllister.

That is a great mistake, Miss Duval.

Come in.

Yes, doctor.

What do you mean by that
"yes, doctor"?

Oh!

Quite a bit different from
the uniform...

...I expected you to wear when
I sent you out here.

Haven't I seen Maggie...
Miss MacAllister wearing this?

She thought I should wear it.
Something borrowed.

Nasty-looking thing.

Well, Miss Duval,

I expect you know I didn't come up here
to inspect the bride's wedding gown.

I know why you came up here,
Dr. Mitchell.

Miss MacAllister left no doubt
in my mind...

...that my marriage to Barry isn't meeting
with general approval.

So?

I'll have to give you the same
answer I gave her.

Nothing is going to stop this wedding.

You don't have to be antagonistic
toward me, Carlotta,

I didn't come here to tell you
not to marry him.

I just wanted to tell you something
about this man you're getting.

You see, I've watched him grow up
in this world.

And now I'm faced with the unhappy task
of supervising his departure from it.

No one can know how I feel
about the job.

Thanks, George.
It's nice of you to help.

And I thought it was nice of you
to ask me to your wedding.

Oh, but I really wanted you here.

You see, I figured that, uh...

if you saw the happy, eager
look on my face,

the contentment in my eyes,

it might encourage even you
to settle down.

Better hope, my dear brother.

I consider marriage settling up,
not down.

Payment in full for all the fun
you've had.

Oh, then you don't approve of my
getting married.

Oh, now wait a minute.
Certainly I approve.

I just hate to think of your widow.

Practically a stranger getting all
that beautiful money.

Look, why don't you be a good guy
and put me back in your will?

Oh, no... I wouldn't think of it, George.

It would spoil our lovely relationship.

You see, You're the only relative I have who
isn't waiting for me to join our ancestors.

Probably because you have
nothing to gain by it.

Yeah... yeah, that's possible.

But I certainly would like
to be mentioned.

Oh, you are mentioned.
You get a dollar.

A dollar.

You could at least make it two.
Cab fare to the funeral.

You're making a mess out
of that tie.

Let me fix it.

This girl you're marrying, she's after
your money, of course.

She's gonna get it, whether she's
after it or not.

If you think that's what she's marrying
me for, you don't know her.

That's right, but I've know a lot
of women in my life.

- They're all alike.
- This girl is different, I tell you.

Her smile when she gives it,
is an instant of complete happiness.

The touch of her hands is
a lifetime of pleasure.

To make her my wife will be the achievement
of all the beautiful dreams I've ever known.

Oh, no!

Never thought that way about
a woman, huh?

No.

And in all apologies for your
flowery description,

- there is no such woman.
- No?

No.

"My dear Barry,

Well, it seems that the bullet
that got me in the leg...

...was only making a detour and didn't
have my name on it after all.

"I, uh...
Lets see...

Oh, here it is.

Listen carefully.

"She's a nurse.

This girl is different, I tell you.

Her smile when she gives it is
an instant of complete happiness.

The touch of her hands is a lifetime
of pleasure.

To make her my wife will be the achievement
of all the beautiful dreams I've ever known."

Never heard those words
before, huh?

No.

"As ever, George."

George who?

You, Mr. MacAllister.

Oh, er...

I memorized them.
Thought they were so nice.

- What ever happened to her, George?
- I don't know, um...

Guess she must be kicking around
Paris someplace.

It's too bad you lost track of her.

What was her name now?

I... I don't know, I don't remember.

Why didn't you marry her?

And what did you do with the money that
I sent to you for that particular purpose?

I, er... got rolled over by a roulette
wheel on the way to church.

It's too bad you didn't marry her.

Would have been good for you.

You know, it still might be.

I'm in a magnanimous mood, George.

You find her and I'll stake you
to any business you name.

If she doesn't want to leave France,

...I'll put you in charge of our
organization over there.

Well, what do you say?

- I'll think about it.
- Good, good.

Oh, by the way, I, um...

had the office make out a check.

Sort of a wedding present
in reverse.

From me to you.

My, my! Ten thousand dollars.

Thanks, I certainly can use it.

That's what I figured.

If getting married puts you in this
kind of mood, you should do it more often.

- I hope you'll take my advice.
- About what?

Find that girl and marry her.

Yeah...

I'll see if I can remember her name.

Dearly beloved, we are gathered together
here in the sight of God,

and in the face of this company to join
together this man and this woman...

...in holy matrimony,

which is an honorable estate
instituted of God,

signifying unto us...

...the mystical union that is betwixt
Christ and his church.

Which holy estate Christ adorned
and beautified with His presence...

...and first miracle that he wrought
in Cana of Galillee...

and is commended of Saint Paul
to be honorable among all men,

and therefore is not by any to be
entered into inadvisedly or lightly,

but reverently, discreetly,

advisedly, soberly...

and in fear of God.

Into this holy estate, these two persons
present come now to be joined.

If any man can show just cause why
they may not lawfully be joined together,

let him now speak or else hereafter
forever hold his peace.

Barry, wilt thou have this woman
to thy wedded wife,

to live together after God's ordinance
in the holy estate of matrimony?

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

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

I will.

The Lord mercifully with his favor
look upon you...

and fill you with all spiritual
benediction and grace,

that you may so live together in this life,

that in the world to come you may
have life everlasting.

Amen.

I wish you both much happiness.

- Thank you.
- Thank you.

Sorry.

Me too.

- Good evening, Mr. MacAllister.
- Any messages?

No, sir, except your bill.
I have it right here.

This includes the current month.

Oh, get that worried look off
your face, I'm gonna pay it.

Your are? Fine!

Although we never really worry
about your account.

I'll bet you don't.

Who's the guy over there?

I don't know.

- Put the receipt in my box, will you?
- Thank you, sir.

With me, darling, you are my love,
and Barry is my business.

Trust me, dear.

Okay, let's have it,
what's on your mind?

- What is this, a stickup?
- You know it's not a stickup.

- What is it then?
- Everytime I turn around I see your face.

It's my face, I'll take it where
I please.

If you don't want it messed up,
quit trailing me.

If anybody's trailing you, I don't
know anything about it.

I got troubles of my own,
they don't include you.

Then what are you casing
my apartment for?

Your apartment?
Is your name Helene?

Do you work at the Chapeau Blanc?
Have I got a yen for you?

Helene?

Helene Anderson?

Yeah.

Oh, you know her, that's your angle.

No, I just heard she moved into
the apartment.

What are you watching her for?

She's a dame that needs watching.

Girlfriend.

Sometimes I wonder. I've been
out of town awhile.

Checking up before checking in.

Something like that. She wouldn't
talk to me on the phone.

I'm just waiting around to find out why.

Oh. Say, um...

I'm sorry I jumped you the way I did.

I guess I'm a little nervous.

Nervous?

Yes...

You see, I'm having a little romantic
trouble myself.

Oh!

Now I know how you feel...
I tell you what.

Let's go up to my apartment,
we can have a couple of drinks.

- It'll do us both good.
- It's as good a place as any.

- Just make yourself at home.
- Thanks.

- Nice place you got here.
- Thanks.

If I could support a layout like this,
I wouldn't have any worries about Helene.

- What will you have to drink?
- Bourbon, you got any?

Yeah. Helene, I take it,
likes nice things.

Yeah.

You ain't kidding.

She likes anything that costs
a lot of dough...

...if you know what I mean.

When I got it, she even likes me.

That ain't often.

I don't know what kind of trouble
you're having with that dame of yours.

But she ain't two-timing you.

What makes you so sure?

Her face.

This dame's got class.

- That's not the girl.
- That's not the one, huh?

No.

That's not the dame I saw coming
in here a couple of days ago?

And once before that?

No.

I haven't seen that girl since
I left Paris.

Oh.

For all I know she's still there.

French dame, huh?

Yes, that's right.

That autograph, that thing
she wrote on the picture, it's in English.

Well, what about it? A lot of people
in France write English.

What are you so jumpy about, pal?

I'm not jumpy.

What's keeping you from
your torch?

Oh... married, huh?

Yes, that's right...

She's married.

Say, Ernie, do me a favor,
will you?

Go in the kitchen and get me
some ice.

- Ice?
- Yeah, over there.

Oh.

Wanna call her, eh?

Hello?

George, what are you calling for
at this time of night?

I just wanted to apologize for running
away from the wedding and reception.

Would you put Barry or my brand-new
sister-in-law on the phone?

No, I'll give them your message.

They've retired.

I see.

Good night, Aunt Maggie.

That's the trouble with having
a girlfriend who's married.

If a man answers, you gotta hang up.

Tell you what, Ernie.

What?

Let's go see Helene.

Helene?

Yes... Miss Anderson.
You said her name was Helene, didn't you?

Why should you want to go see her?

You said you didn't know her.

Well, I just feel like going someplace.

I feel as though I owe you a little
entertainment.

Oh.

Come on, I'll take you both to dinner.

She's working, singing.

Alright, we'll go there and wait
till she's through.

Between the two of us we can convince her
that Ernie Hicks is a man of importance.

# Love me or leave me #
# Don't let me be lonely #

# You won't believe me #
# But I love you only #

# I'd rather be lonely #
# Than happy with somebody else #

# You may find that night time's #
# The right time for kissing #

# But it's my time for just reminiscing #

# Regretting instead of forgetting #
# With somebody else #

# There'll be no one #
# Unless that someone is you #

# I intend to be independently blue #

# I want your love #
# But I don't want to borrow #

# To have today and to give back tomorrow #

# My love is your love #
# There's no love for nobody else #

# Night time is my time #

# Cause night time is the right time #

# My love is your love #
# There's no love for nobody else #

Pretty nice, huh?

Very attractive.

The way guys go for her, you can
see why I gotta watch her.

I certainly can't say that I do.

She had a nice big smile for you.

That was for you, the gold cufflinks you're
wearing and the good stuff in that suit.

She'll tell you the price of both
of them from 50 yards away.

Ernie, you're bitter.

Do you think she'll join us?

After one gander at you there's
no doubt about it.

Hello, Ernie.

Gee, I'm glad to see you.
I sure missed you.

Oh, excuse me, Miss Anderson, I want you
to meet my friend Mr. MacAllister.

How do you do?

How do you do?

Sit down, won't you?

- I sure missed you, kid.
- You said that already.

Why wouldn't you see me
when I came back to town?

I told you over the phone
I've been too busy with rehearsals.

I've heard it said about great
singers, Miss Anderson,

that when rehearsals come in the door,
romance flies out of the window.

Or was it vice-versa?

Yes, I guess it was vice-versa.

I guess.

Anyway, it's nice to have you join us.

- Will you have dinner with us?
- Sure, I'd love to.

Oh, swell, this time the dinner's on him,
the next time it's on me.

Fine, after tonight I was going
on a diet anyway.

Say, where did he pick you up?

I didn't pick him up, he picked me up.

That's right.

We're gonna have a lot
of fun together.

We've got a lot in common,
Mr. MacAllister and I.

What's he talking about?

Oh, you're drunk and I'm hungry.

I think we'd better let
Mr. MacAllister order.

And then he'll spit it in French.
He had a French girl in Paris.

- How nice.
- Oh, you better order some champagne,

it goes good with French food.

Thank you for a very pleasant evening,
it's been fun, especially...

...meeting you.

My pleasure.

- Okay for a nightcap?
- No, thanks, past my bedtime.

I could use one.

It's past my bedtime, too.
Good night, Mr. MacAllister.

- Good night.
- See you around, Ernie.

- Well, I'm gonna walk up, Ernie.
- I'll take the elevator.

- Say, Ernie.
- Yeah?

About that news item.

You gotta understand why I said
it was a different girl.

Sure, sure.

Well, now that she's married,
it's all over and... well, you know.

- It's all over?
- Naturally.

Oh.

And I'd appreciate it if you didn't
mention seeing her come up here.

To anybody.

- Consider it forgotten.
- Atta boy, Ernie, thanks.

Here's something I think might
help you out with Helene.

No, no, no, no.
I wouldn't think of it.

I'll be seeing you.

- Who's there?
- It's me.

- Hi, neighbor.
- Howdy, ma'am.

Long time no see.

Well, I decided I'd have that nightcap alone
but when I looked in my bar no whisky.

So, um... I just ran up to borrow
a cup of bourbon from my neighbor.

What are you looking for?

Mice.

Will you drink it here or
take it with you?

I think I'll drink it here.

Hm, I've been wanting that all evening.
Couldn't wait any longer.

Me too.

Really?

Really.

What are you looking for?

My picture.
Where have you got it, in the...

No, it's not in the kitchen either.

It's right there in the desk.

Just left it there till I got a...
frame for it.

I forgive you.

It's a good thing it was in the drawer
when Ernie was here.

Why didn't you tell me
you knew him?

- Ernie?
- Yes, Ernie.

I forgot.

Of course you know he's
slightly jealous.

Oh, he gives me a pain.

Say, how did you ever get
mixed up with him?

I don't know, I felt sorry
for him, I guess.

- He's nuts about you.
- Oh, he's nuts, period.

But he's a troublemaker, and if you
take my advice, you'll brush him fast.

So, why do you let him hang around?

I won't, Georgie, if you don't
want me to.

I wouldn't take the responsibility.

Just for that, I think I'll take this
and drink it alone.

Good idea, kitten.

But... I didn't mean it, George.

I... I don't want to go.

You need your beauty rest.

Good night, kitten, and happy hangover.

Celia, what's so interesting out
those windows?

Mr. and Mrs. MacAllister.

They're down by the sea, that beautiful
old sea on the high cliff.

- On the point?
- Yessum.

Ain't it wonderful, Miss Margaret,

the change that's come over him
since he's found her?

Ain't it, though?

That lovebug sure is a wonderful
little creature.

He sure is. He's one of God's chosen
creatures, that little ol' lovebug.

Have you finished down here?

You'd better start with the bedrooms.

- Yessum.
- And don't forget to check on the linens.

Yessum.

That little ol' lovebug is still alright.

Barry, please, not so close.
It frightens me.

Don't worry, I'll be careful.

If falling down there didn't kill one,
the climb back up would.

Then step back a little.

You love this... the sea and...

The cliffs and the rocks, don't you?

I do again, now that you're here.

Say, by the way, you're, uh...

you're not the fisherman's little girl that
used to play over these rocks with me?

No, why?

You have the same effect on me.

Was she a blonde?

I don't know. Her hair was always
so full of seaweed.

We built beautiful, wonderful air castles,
my little beachcomber and I.

I was going to buy her the whole world.

Starting out with a marble palace,

and golden yacht.

But, she was a realist.

Decided she'd rather start
with a bracelet.

So, I went without my lunch
for a whole month...

and bought the bracelet.

Hm, I bet she loved it.

She never saw it.

George showed up that summer and...

...I lost my little beachcomber.

- George stole your girl?
- Oh, sure.

George always stole my girls.

You know, by a peculiar coincidence,

I, er... just happen to have that
bracelet with me.

Wear it, darling.

It's wonderful to regain something
you loved and lost as a child.

You know what I mean?

Yes, yes I do.

How?

Because of... because of Henry.

Oh, you had a little boyfirend, huh?

No, French poodle.

I hated that taxi cab that killed him.

No wonder you dislike George
for taking her from you.

Dislike George? What ever gave
you that idea?

- I...I don't know, I thought...
- Because he's shiftless and lazy,

plays too much and works
too little?

Because he took my girls away
from me?

For that I should dislike him?

Oh, nothing of the sort.
I've always liked George.

He's got a way with him.

Oh, I've always tried to get
him settled down.

Almost succeeded once.

- When was that?
- When he was overseas.

Got a bullet in his leg.

Fell head over heels in love with
the nurse that took care of him.

Wanted to marry her. At least that's
what he wrote me.

Of course I'm always meddling
in George's affairs.

Even on our wedding day, I offered
to set him up in any business he'd name,

if he'd find that girl and marry her.

- He wouldn't, I suppose.
- No.

Same old George. Couldn't even
remember her name.

Oh, darling, you're getting cold. Here I am
boring you with a family skeleton.

Come on, I'll take you back
to the house.

Oh, Barry, I...

I've been thinking about your
New York apartment.

I'd like to fix it up a bit in case
we get to use it more often.

Well, that would be alright, but...

- You'd rather I didn't?
- Oh, no, of course not.

Go ahead and do it if you'd enjoy it.

I'll have Hammer bring the car
for you.

I told Barry I was going shopping.

Hammer brought me.

- He didn't bring you here.
- No, of course not.

I had him let me off at Barry's apartment.

Then I took a cab.

Smart girl.

You know how much I've missed you?

What's the matter?

I don't know what's wrong
with me, I...

I'm upset.

About what?

You don't mean to tell me that
my dear brother isn't feeling well, I hope.

He's feeling alright but, well...

George, he told me some things
about you and I had to see you.

Oh, I know I'm being foolish.

Tell me I'm being foolish, darling.

That they aren't so.

That I'm just upset because
I got too lonesome for you.

If they bother you, kitten,
they aren't so.

He said you wanted to marry
me in France.

- You?
- Well, he said a nurse in France.

- I knew he meant me.
- Well, say, that's so.

- If I hadn't been broke...
- But he sent you money.

So what?

- Then he did send you money.
- Yeah, he sent a little.

But why didn't we get married?

What did you do with it?

I don't know.

Bought you some clothes
or something, I guess.

It wasn't enough to think about.

But we didn't need much. Just a little
and each other would have been enough.

Now look, honey, you're making
something out of nothing.

You're letting him fill your head
with a lot of doubts about me...

...when you know he hates my guts.

But he doesn't, George.
He likes you.

Look, honey, I've known him
a lot longer than you have.

He doesn't hate you, George.

He doesn't.

Alright, kitten.

Alright.

Anything you say.

But you gotta let me run the show.

Have I ever steered you wrong?

No. No, of course not.

Then you've got to trust me.

- Will you?
- I do, of course I do.

It's just that it's more difficult than
I thought it would be out there.

I know. It isn't exactly easy
in here either.

But you mustn't doubt me.

Forgive me, darling.

I'm just confused.

And I'd better be going.

Do you want to go?

But I've got to.

Hiya, Georgie.

Look, Ernie, I'd like to have you stay
but I've got to change and go out.

I won't interfere with your dressing.

There's something I want
to talk to you about.

Alright, what do you want to talk
about, I'm in a hurry.

- Going out, huh?
- Yeah.

Oh.

Well, what is it?

How many bedrooms have you got here?

- One.
- Oh.

Is that your idea of something
important to talk about?

I thought I might move in with you.

On second thought, my taste
is a little snappier than this.

What makes you think I'd let
you move in with me?

Seeing as we're in business together
I figured we might as well live together.

Since when are we in business together?

Since your brother's wife
parked her car...

in front of your brother's apartment
downtown and took a cab up here...

I wouldn't, if I were you, Georgie!

I should have spotted you for a stinking
blackmailer the first time I saw you.

I wasn't a blackmailer then.

You could almost say it was your idea,
what with being followed.

- That and Helene.
- Helene?

She won't have anything
to do with me.

Seems she's got a yen for
somebody else.

- I can't help you there.
- No?

No.

Oh.

I think you can.

When I got money, Helene feels
different towards me.

I don't get you.

I offered you some money the other
night, why didn't you take it.

Small money, Georgie, small money.

You know, the minute I laid eyes on you
I knew I was in business.

Big business.

That shocks you, doesn't it?

You'd be amazed how talkative the servants
are out at your brother's place.

Why didn't you tell me he only had
a couple of months to live?

Or maybe less, now that he's
married to your Carlotta.

I got too much money invested
in you, Georgie.

Pour me one too.

My mind was a welter of confusion after
leaving your apartment that afternoon.

It was the first time I had ever
really doubted you, George.

But I doubted myself too.

And I was frightened as I approached
the house.

I felt I couldn't possibly face
its occupants.

And in my mind the very house itself
scowled disapproval of me.

I felt the wind reek it's hatred.

And the ocean, always angry and threatening,
seemed to be reaching for me,

trying to drag me by force from
this place which Barry loved,

and in which I was an impostor.

I started for the house...

An impulse made me turn.

and then, go toward the chapel.

As I stood inside the door,

I looked at the place where
we were married.

Barry and I.

Then I seemed to hear bells.

And a voice.

- I pronounce that they are man and wife. -

I kneeled there for a long time.

But peace would not come to me.

I was sure that if I prayed...

My prayers were so confused...

I wondered if even God would
understand me.

I was about to leave when there
was an awful crash.

At first I thought the light unearthly.

And then I was feeling our
wedding music...

...in my imagination, as I had
heard the bells.

And the words of the minister.

Then I realized the music I was hearing
was coming from the house.

But the sudden peace and clarity
in my mind were not imagined.

You weren't in my thoughts, George,
as I hurried from the chapel.

I went through the doorway of the house,

my house.

And for the first time it welcomed me.

It was then I knew I had
to tell Barry about myself.

The thought that so frightened me...

brought me comfort.

Please don't stop.

Say, do you know that the room lit up
just now when you walked in?

Tell me, what's the cause of this
new radiance?

- Clear conscience.
- A wife with a clear conscience?

I've never heard of such a thing.

It's the clear conscience
I'm about to have.

Barry.

You really don't know much
about this new wife of yours.

- Doesn't it ever bother you?
- No.

Say, what is this, a confession?

Yes.

Well, that probably means I'll have
to bear my lurid past.

No dice.

Please be serious, dear.

Serious, about your past?

Just some of it, Barry.

There are some things you have
a right to know.

You may not like me quite
as much or...

...at all.

But that's a chance I have to take.

I don't think I could live
with myself if...

Say, you are serious, aren't you?

Yes.

Carlotta,

I know about you.

You know what?

All that I want to know.

All that's important.

You see, darling, every man has
a picture of the woman he loves.

Mine is a picture of a pretty
little girl that...

...grew into a lovely young woman.

Put in this earth for the sole purpose...

...of bringing happiness into the life
of Barry MacAllister.

Humor me, darling.

Let me look at my picture.

See what I see.

But... it's not exactly the truth.

Hm, of course it's not.
You're such a good little girl...

...you want to tell me all about the time
you held hands with a neighbor boy.

Don't do it.

I know it may sound funny
to you but...

Well, even that...

Just don't do it.

That was Barry.

I looked at him with new eyes then
and in the days that followed.

I even looked in him for all the things
you had found hateful, George,

And I looked in vain, they weren't there.

All I could find was kindness,
gentleness...

...and appreciation for the little I gave.

What are you clucking about?

Hotel service very bad, very dusty.

Well, you've done all the
dusting up here.

Finish it up and get out of here,
will you?

- Yes, sir, all finished.
- Wait a minute.

- Chang.
- Yes, sir?

I want to give you a bit of advice.

Never fall in love.

Admit it to yourself right away.

Don't wait until it's almost too late.

Oh, that could not happen to Chang.

Why not?

Haven't you ever been in love?

Oh, yes. In love many times.
Once with girl.

Her too much.

Now Chang fall in love only
with roast duck,

weekly paycheck, riding streetcars...

...and going to movies.

It's a sound idea.

Though it won't help me any.

Confucius have many helpful word
for people in all kind of trouble...

...except love.

For them he have only sympathy.

Chang would not like to be in love
with one so lovely...

and so good, as her face show
this one to be.

Why?

The better she is, the harder to lose.

What makes you think I lost her?

Someday everybody lose everybody.

That is why Chang never fall in love
with girl again.

If she mean all the world to you...

and you lose her,

then you have lost the whole world.

If she mean more than life to you...

...and you lose her,

then you have lost all of life.

But if she mean more than
your soul to you...

...and you lose her,

then you have lost your own soul.

Confucius said that?

Maybe Confucius.

Maybe Walter Winchell.

Chang remember only the words.

I go.

Oh, I'll get it.

Hi, neighbor.

Hello, Helene.

Confucius would be much confused.

You shouldn't have come today,
I'm in a stinking mood.

- Good, I'll get stinking with you.
- I don't mean drunk.

I just don't feel like entertaining
anybody.

Then I'll entertain you.

Come on, tell the neighbor lady what
my big baby's sulking about.

I'm not sulking, just feel like
being alone.

Can't you understand that?

Hm, you really are in a nasty mood.

But I din't mind.

Oh.

So this is the reason my picture stays
in the desk drawer, hm?

Don't be silly, that's only a girl
I knew a long time ago.

Don't you be silly. I read the social
columns as well as the funnies, dear.

This picture isn't as good as the one in
the papers when she married your brother.

Alright, so she's my brother's wife,
what's wrong with that?

For George, with all my love.

A very chummy family, aren't you?

Get out of here, you little tramp,
before I throw you out.

I'll go.

And I'll remember what you
called me too.

And while you're at it, remember
not to come back.

George, I didn't mean anything.

- I want to stay.
- Well, I meant it.

Darling, please try to understand,
I was jealous and...

Well... you're the one guy that
never called me a tramp.

Well, beat it, if you don't want to hear
it again from the same guy.

Oh, you'll be sorry for this, George.

Do you wish to see me?

Yes.

Helene Anderson's the name.

- I don't believe we've met before.
- No, we haven't.

But we have a mutual friend and I thought
we should know each other.

A mutual friend?

Yeah.

Georgie.

Georgie?

- You mean George MacAllister?
- I don't mean George Washington.

Perhaps, Miss Anderson, you'd better
tell me just why you're here.

Sure, why not?

I just came up to tell
you that, uh...

Georgie is all yours.

Or didn't you know we'd been
dividing him up to now?

- I still don't know what you mean.
- Oh, snap out of it.

I know you're French, but you've got a
pretty firm grip on this country's language.

It's too bad you don't know more
about the men.

He's a stinker and you can
have him.

Is that plain?

George is my husband's half brother.

I'm not interested in his
personal life.

Half brother, that's all, hm?

Yes.

"For George, with all my love,
Carlotta."

Oh, and I hope you
forgive me, I...

I broke the glass in the picture.

Oh.

So this is blackmail then.

No, it isn't blackmail!

It's just that I want to see
a few other people...

...get what's coming to them
for a change.

- And I intend to do it too.
- Carlotta!

Oh, I'm sorry, darling, I didn't know
you had company.

That's alright, dear, this is
Miss Anderson.

- My husband.
- How do you do, Mr. MacAllister?

- How do you do?
- She, uh... Helene...

- just learned where I was living and...
- I figured she'd be very happy to see me.

An old friend, eh? Fine.

- Are you a nurse too, Miss Anderson?
- Why, uh...

You might say that... we've taken
care of the same patients.

Hm, Carlotta?

- Yes.
- Good.

I wish more of her friends
would co...

What's the matter, darling,
aren't you feeling well?

- You look pale.
- Pale? Oh, it's your imagination, dear.

Just the same, I'd better have Dr. Mitchell
take a look at you the next time he's here.

Well, I imagine you girls have
a great deal to talk about so...

Yes... Yes, I could talk all day.

Well, I'll be running along then.

Goodbye, dear.

Nice meeting you, Miss Anderson.

Come see Carlotta again real soon.

Please do.

Well, I guess I'll be running
along too.

Miss Anderson.

Yes?

- Thank you.
- For telling you about George?

No.

Oh, for not telling him.

Well, why should I, he's a nice guy.

You ought to take good care of him.

Well, happy happy.

Hello?

- Hello.
- Hello.

- You know who this is?
- Yes.

- Celia!
- Just a minute.

Yes, George, what do you want?

Where have you been?
Why haven't you talked to me?

Why haven't you been in town?

I... I've been busy.

This is dangerous and foolish.

I know it's dangerous, but I've got
to talk to you, this is important.

We're in trouble.

You must, Carlotta.

It's important.

Why not this afternoon?

No, it's impossible.
No, I can't.

Celia!

I can't talk anymore.

Alright, I'll try.

Yes... yes, tomorrow afternoon.

Yes... alright.

I promise.

You didn't ask her for the dough.

Over the phone?

Don't be stupid.

Suppose she can't get the money.

Or won't.

She can and she will, for you.

Specially when she knows how
important it is.

Why do you have to have it now?

Why can't you wait?

It's Helene. All of a sudden
she's changed.

She came back to me.

You understand that?

I told her I was coming into
some dough.

Inheritance I said it was.

She agreed to marry me right
away, tomorrow.

Then we'd take off on our honeymoon.

You better get me that
dough, George, fast.

I'll see what I can do.

But I can't promise anything.

Oh?

Maybe I'd better contact
her direct.

Wait!

I'll get it.

Okay, George.

Your call upset me.

But I was certain your plea of trouble
was simply an excuse to see me.

I had no intention of keeping my promise
to visit your apartment the next day.

Christmas day.

I was determined not to see
you again.

I never wanted to.

Come in.

Hm, how pretty you look.

Merry Christmas, darling.

- It's not Christmas yet, silly.
- It is for you.

I want to give you your present.

But why don't you put it
under the tree?

I can't wrap packages.
Especially this one.

Henry.

Henry!

Oh, Barry, you remembered.
Oh, he's a darling.

He seems to think the same
about you.

Oh, another thing, darling, I, uh...

I invited George up for our
Christmas Eve party.

George?

He called me at the office,
seemed kind of lonesome, so...

being Christmas and everything,
I asked him up.

Merry X'mas, hm-hm.

And that's a fact.

Thanks.

I know you play, Reverend MacDonald.

You must have a number that'd
be appropriate.

- I sure have and it'll be a pleasure.
- Good!

You were about to ask your
wife to dance, I presume.

I was?
I mean, I was.

Excuse me.

Aunt Maggie.

Merry Christmas, George.

It would be a merrier Christmas if
you'd let me dance with your wife.

Aunt Maggie steps on my feet.

You're so gallant, George.

You can step on my feet
for a while, darling.

You've been avoiding me all evening.

I... I couldn't help it.

Carlotta, I've got to talk to you.

But not here.

Alright then.

Out there.

No, don't, please.

No one can see us here.

You said you wanted to talk to me.

That there was trouble.

What... what kind of trouble?

We're being blackmailed.

Blackmailed?
By whom?

Oh, a guy by the name of Ernie Hicks.
You wouldn't know him.

He saw you coming to my apartment
a couple of times.

Started checking.

Checking?
When?

Oh... a long time ago.

I thought I could handle it.
I didn't want to worry you.

I knew it would be harder for
you to stay out here...

...if you thought someone was
watching us.

Then why tell me now?

Because we are whipped, Carlotta.

Can't you see, when that blackmailer
learned our plan...

we no longer had a plan.

Oh, I've lost the money, that I know.

But I don't want to lose you too.

What do you want me to do?

Leave here. Tonight, now.

Leave here?

Why, I... I can't.

Why can't you?

Are you trying to tell me that
you love Barry?

Don't you want to come back?

To me?

He's wonderful to me, I...

I won't hurt him.

Maybe you won't, but I might.

You're mine, you belong to me.

And you're going to come back to me,
no matter what it takes.

Do you understand?

Well?

What about it?

I'll... let me think.

Oh, there you are.

Darling, some of the guests are leaving,
I knew you'd want to say good night.

Yes, yes, of course.
George was just saying good night too.

Oh, nonsense, you're staying over for
breakfast with us, aren't you, old man?

Sure.

Sure, I was afraid you weren't
going to ask me for a moment.

I couldn't think of going to sleep.

I knew the thoughts that were going
through your head.

And I was afraid of what you might
do to Barry.

The last vestige of my regard
for you died...

...when you told me of the blackmailer.

For you were the only blackmailer, George.

You were trying to blackmail me
into returning to you.

Your words kept hammering
in my head.

- Maybe you won't, but I might. -

- You're mine, you belong to me. -

- And you're gonna come back to me,
no matter what it takes. -

You understand?

Why aren't you asleep?

Because I'm not sleepy.

Why aren't you asleep?

Oh, I know.

You couldn't, without kissing
little Georgie good night.

I...

I was nervous and worried.

And you had to kiss little Georgie
good night, didn't you?

Yes, yes... that too.

George... do you still carry that
gun with you?

My little baby? Why, sure.

Every place I go.

Let me have it.

Why?

I'd like to keep it for you.

Uh-uh.

I'll give it back to you tomorrow,
really I will.

You're worried about Barry.

I... I just don't want anything
to happen to...

...either of you.

You're in love with him,
aren't you?

Oh, George, why don't you
go to bed?

I want a straight answer.

Are you in love with him?

Well?

No. No, George.

That's good.

Because if you had fallen in love
with him, I don't think...

maybe I wouldn't like it very much.

But it's silly of me to think that you
could fall in love with anybody else.

There's no one quite like Georgie.

Don't drink anymore, George.

Please go to bed.

You do want to come back...

...don't you?

Sure you do.

The next morning my decision
had been made.

I suddenly realized that you
would kill him...

...before you would give me up.

But I was returning to you without
my heart and soul.

I waited until Barry left and then
wrote him a short note.

I couldn't tell him very much.

Certainly not the truth.

Not after he had said,

- You're such a good little girl
you probably want to tell me...

...about the time you held hands
with a neighbor boy. -

- But don't. -

- Oh, I... I know it may sound
funny to you, but... -

- Well, even that... -

- Just don't do it. -

And so I blamed my own weakness
as a person unable to find happiness.

And I asked him to forgive me
for running away.

For he is such a good man, Father.

You understand...

...why I must do this to him.

To comfort him, and make him
strong and well.

And bless him, Father.

Bless him every minute of every day.

And...

Dear Father,

help me...

...just a little bit too.

Please.

Please.

Amen.

That was a lovely prayer, Carlotta.

Dr. Mitchell, I...
I didn't know you were here.

Forgive me, I...

I started to speak and then I didn't
want to interrupt.

But... how do you happen to
be in here?

Oh, to tell the truth, I often sit in here
for a moment when I'm out this way.

Nice quiet place to write
prescriptions.

I remember my Latin better in church.

Oh well, I'll leave you alone.

No. Sit down a minute, please.

I was going to the house. I wanted
to talk to you about Barry.

- He isn't worse?
- No.

You must have prayed for him
many times before, Carlotta,

because he's much better.

Much better.

I'm so glad, Dr. Mitchell.

Are you?

Of course I am.

Well, that's funny.

Because when you were praying
up there a minute ago, I...

almost got the impression...

...you were leaving him, going away.

Why, Carlotta?
I thought you were happy here.

I thought you meant this marriage.

There are reasons, Dr. Mitchell.
I...

You don't know. I can't tell you.

I know you've done wonders
for your husband.

What else don't I know?

Dr. Mitchell, I have for many years...

- George and I...
- I know.

I know about you and George.

You do?

For quite a while.

A doctor has to know a bit about
his favorite nurse.

But... but why didn't you say
anything before, why?

I considered it, yes.

I was just about to speak up...

when I looked at Barry's face...

...and I realized he had found the
medicine he needed.

Then, well, I...

I love Barry as my own son.

Dr. Mitchell, I... I'm so confused.

You see, I love him too.

Then why are you going back
to George?

He's desperate.

I'm afraid of what he might
do to Barry.

Did he threaten you?

Yes.

Ah, he'd carry it out too.

Well, that leaves just one
thing for you to do.

What?

Uncle Joe is going to recommend a sea
voyage for his patient with his wife.

Take him away, Carlotta,
for six months.

A year, ten years, if he's having fun.

The Queen Elizabeth sails
New Year's Eve. Be on it.

With Barry?

Is he well enough?

For his honeymoon?

Under your care it looks as though
he'll outlive the lot of us.

Thank you.

Thank you, doct...

Uncle Joe.

What are you doing here?

I was merely making sure that Celia
had cleaned properly.

I'm taking care of Barry's room.

I thought perhaps you were leaving.

I was never more sure
that I am staying.

Not until it was burning did
my happiness return.

And even then, it was happiness
overshadowed by foreboding.

There was reason for foreboding.

Barry told me later that you
wanted to see him...

...in his New York apartment
before we sailed...

...and that he had agreed
to meet you alone.

Then I knew I must write this letter.

I'm pleading for my husband's life
and our happiness, George.

But even as I write I seem to know
it will do no good.

There is a great fear in my of what
will happen when you and Barry meet.

I beg of you, have mercy, George.

Late, kitten.

A little late.

You alright, Mr. MacAllister?

- Why you call police?
- Homicide Bureau.

I expected you, but not so soon.

He's hurt. We should call doctor.

No, I'm alright.

We, uh... found that guy.
You were right.

He is quite dead.

Hey, can't you see he's sick?

You're not kidding.

He's sick alright.

Got a bullet hole clean through him.

If you want to ask him any questions,
better do it here and fast.

I'll call a doctor and an ambulance.

Please, Mr. MacAllister.
You'll be alright.

- You tear your coat.
- Oh, shut up.

Try to remember, MacAllister.

I hate to make you talk now,
but some things we gotta know.

Why did you kill him?

What was the fight about,
what happened?

Homicide. Send a doctor and
an ambulance to 150, West 59th.

Yeah, and don't spare the horses.

Try to think, MacAllister, what happened?

What happened?

I tore my coat.

Yes, I tore my coat.

Although the tear in the coat had nothing
to do with my errand there that night.

I wasn't thinking about anything...

...when I stepped into that corridor,
except the job I'd come there to do.

He'd crossed me for the last time.

Nice layout.

I got it for Helene.

You're giving me the dough
to pay for it.

Money?
I didn't bring any.

I told you tonight was the deadline.

I wasn't kidding.

I know, pal.

But things have happened.

Our plans have changed a bit.

My sense of humor ain't
so good tonight.

My plans haven't changed. Now quit
stalling, give me the money, now.

I'll have to swim for it.

Mrs. MacAllister and her husband are
sailing tonight on the Queen Elizabeth.

To be gone a long, long time.

Oh.

Where are you going?

To the docks, to wish them
bon voyage.

Bon voyage, Ernie.

Mr. MacAllister.

Mr. Boss.

- Please.
- Yeah, snap out of it,

I got a couple of more questions.

Don't, please...

Mr. MacAllister answering questions
elsewhere now.

Excuse me, please.
Mr. and Mrs. MacAllister?

- Yes?
- Telegraph, sir.

Oh, thank you.

Thank you, sir.

- What is it?
- Same old George, he'll never change.

"Unavoidably detained,

wish you and Carlotta a happy New Year."

"Love, George."

Happy New Year, darling.

Subtitles: Lu�s Filipe Bernardes