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OS FILMES DA MINHA VIDA
NOIR - 1946

O ESTRANGEIRO (1946)

Deixe a porta da célula aberta. Isso é tudo
há para isso. Deixe-o escapar.

Na minha opinião, é
tudo muito irregular.

Pode implicar o máximo
repercussões embaraçosas.

- Exacto.
- Certamente.

É uma responsabilidade
da primeira magnitude.

Me desculpe, Sr. Wilson,
mas você deve...

Oh, exploda toda essa discussão! o que
bom são palavras? Estou cansado de palavras.

Acelere as repercussões
e a responsabilidade!

Se eu falhar, eu sou responsável.

Deixe a porta da célula aberta.
Deixe-o escapar. Deixe-o!

É a nossa única chance!

Deixe-os me ameaçar com o fundo
poços do inferno e ainda insisto!

Essa obscenidade deve ser destruída!
Você me ouve? Destruído!

todos os passageiros
pronto para desembarcar.

Estou viajando pela minha saúde.
Estou viajando pela minha saúde.

preparem seus passaportes.

Estou viajando pela minha saúde.

Eu não entendo.

- Sua empresa neste país, senhora?
- Eu estou-me juntando ao meu marido.

Stephen Polasky.

- Você cuida dele, por favor.
- Sim senhor.

- Seu negócio nesse país, senhor?
- Estou viajando pela minha saúde.

Saúde?

Estou viajando pela minha saúde.

você é um
natural de que país?

Polônia.

Oh, Polônia.

Próximo por favor!

Olá?

Sim.

Você não o perdeu? Você é com certeza...
você sabe para onde ele está indo?

Minha esposa o está seguindo.
Ele foi para os fotógrafos.

Provavelmente para obter um novo
passaporte e novas instruções.

Segure-o.

Desejo saber o paradeiro
de Franz Kindler.

Franz Kindler.

Não há Franz Kindler.

Franz Kindler é
morto e cremado!

É um comando!

Eu tenho uma mensagem para Franz
Kindler, do mais alto.

É proibido.

Eu mando você no
Nome dessa autoridade.

Você conhece o nome
que ele está usando?

Connecticut.

Nos Estados Unidos.

A cidade de Harper.

Harper!

Ah!

Com licença.

- Boa tarde.
- Boa tarde.

Tenha uma boa viagem?
sim, obrigado.

É uma grande loja você
Tenha aqui, Sr. Potter.

Este sou eu. Nós vendemos
sobre tudo aqui.

Esta mala.
Eu poderia deixá-lo aqui?

Este saco, hein? Eu não assumo
qualquer responsabilidade.

Basta colocá-lo na prateleira.
Estará lá quando você quiser.

Obrigado.

- Posso comprar esta revista?
- Isso será um centavo, senhor.

Qual é o melhor hotel da cidade?

O melhor lugar para ficar é
na casa da Sra. Peabody.

É apenas para baixo o
estrada aqui uma peça.

- assim, senhor.
- Sim, obrigado.

- Posso entrar?
- Sim, claro.

O Sr. Charles
Rankin está vivo aqui?

Sim ele faz, mas ele
não está aqui agora.

Você espera dele?

- Sim, em alguns minutos.
- Em quanto tempo?

- Bem, alguns minutos.
- Poucos minutos.

Alguns minutos.

Eu posso...

Posso esperar aqui?

Bem, sim, se você quiser.

- Você gostaria de se sentar?
- Obrigado.

- Você é amigo do Sr. Rankin?
- Sim, um amigo.

Eu sou Mary Longstreet.
Como vai?

Como vai?

O Sr. Rankin deveria estar aqui agora.

Às vezes ele permanece depois
sua última aula, mas ...

... ele virá direto
aqui hoje, tenho certeza.

- Porque este é o dia do casamento.
- Você vai se casar?

Sim. As 6:00.

Eu sei que é mais não convencional,
meu estar aqui hoje, mas ...

... eu quero obter
estas cortinas.

Quando ele vem, que
como ele vem?

Por que, da Webster Hall.

É o grande edifício em forma de cúpula
logo ali. Entende?

Eu vou encontrá-lo.

Bem, quem devo dizer que ca ...

Franz.

É eu, Franz.

Meinike, não devemos ser
visto conversar juntos.

Volte para a igreja.

Dentro da floresta. Dentro da floresta.
Você me entende?

Siga o caminho.

Eu vou te encontrar lá.

- Olá, Professor Rankin.
- Olá, homens.

- O que está rolando?
- Uma perseguição de papel.

- Oh, uma perseguição de papel.
- Eu vou adiante e coloco a trilha.

Você deveria ter o trabalho de Jerry, Sr. Rankin,
tire um pouco daquela cintura.

- Naw, você deveria ir conosco, Sr. Rankin.
- Para onde?

- O bosque.
- oi, loira.

Oh, irmão!

O bosque? Bem, eu gostaria.

Tenho medo de ter um casal
de coisas para atender.

Bem, junte-se a nós mais tarde.
Estaremos fora até a escuridão.

- Tudo bem.
- Bem, vamos nos encontrar com você.

Desta forma, amigos!

- Meinike.
- Sim. Meinike.

- Eu pensei...
- Eu tinha sido enforcado.

Os outros, mas não eu.

Um homem morto não podia suportar
Em frente a você, Franz.

Ei, Noah, espere por mim!

Você não mudou muito.

Ponha você de volta no seu antigo uniforme,
Você se parece muito com a mesma coisa.

Franz, eu sou diferente
Homem do que antes.

Eu também.

Eu também sou diferente, Konrad.

Você sabe como eu reuni e destruí
cada item na Germany

e a Polônia que possa ter
serviu como uma pista para minha identidade.

Bem, adivinhe o que eu serei
fazendo às 6:00 da noite.

Perante um ministro da
evangelho com a mão de uma mulher na minha

filha de um juiz da
Supremo Tribunal dos Estados Unidos,

um liberal famoso.

A menina é mesmo boa de olhar.
Sim, a camuflagem é perfeita.

Quem pensaria em procurar
o notório Franz Kindler

nos recintos sagrados
da escola Harper,

cercado pelos filhos de
As primeiras famílias da América?

E ficarei escondido

até o dia em que
nós atacamos novamente.

Franz, haverá
ser outra guerra?

Bem, claro.

"A guerra é uma abominação"
diz o Senhor.

É para lhe dizer
Isso eu estou aqui.

- Ele me liberou para que eu pudesse vir aqui
- Defini-lo grátis?

- e conte todas essas coisas para você.
- Quem te libertou?

O mais alto.

- Você não quer dizer ...
- Eu quero dizer, Deus.

- Franz, sou um homem novo desde
que o encontrei.Você, Konrad, religioso?

Franz, Franz, todas as portas
foram abertas para mim.

Todas as portas.

Era um dos milagres de Deus.

Eles o libertaram para que você
leve-os para mim.

Você foi seguido?

- Você foi seguido aqui?
- Sim.

- Quem te seguiu?
- O maligno.

Ele parecia qualquer outro homem.

Ele estava vestido como
qualquer outro homem.

Ele até fumou um cachimbo.

Mas eu o reconheci através dele
disfarçar e eu o matei.

Partindo de alto, baixo.

A vontade de Deus será feita.

Você o matou, o
homem com o cachimbo?

O homem que te seguiu?

Ninguém mais o seguiu?

Você deve ser trazido
para a salvação, Franz.

Confesse seus pecados como eu.

Proclame sua culpa.

Só assim você pode
alcançar a salvação.

- Você realmente acha, Konrad?
- Tomará força.

A força que pode
Venha somente de Deus.

Ajoelhe-se comigo, Franz.

E juntos, iremos rezar
para ele dar-lhe força.

"Eu pequei contra
céu e antes de ti.

"Não sou digno de
seja chamado teu filho ".

Diga estas palavras depois de mim.

Desespero dos meus pecados.

Desespero dos meus pecados.

Oh, Deus de todos os bens,

- Como eu poderia ter te ofendido?
- Oh Deus, de toda bondade.

Ei, assim, amigos!

Não deixe ele fugir!

Ei, amigos,
aqui está a trilha!

Se apresse!

Por aqui, amigos.

Caros irmãos, nós estamos
reunidos aqui

à vista de Deus e em
O rosto dessa empresa

juntar esse homem e
Esta mulher em um matrimônio sagrado.

E abandonando todos os outros,
mantenha-o apenas para ela

contanto que ambos vivam?

Eu vou.

Mary, você vai ter isso
homem para o seu marido,

para viver juntos após a ordenança de Deus
no estado mais sagrado do matrimônio?

Você o amará, o conforta,

honre e mantenha-o em
doença e saúde

e abandonando todos os outros,
mantenha-o só para ele

contanto que ambos vivam?

Eu vou.

- Boa tarde.
- Tarde.

- Casamento?
- Sim.

A filha do juiz Longstreet. Ele é
Justiça da Suprema Corte, você sabe.

Uma garrafa de aspirina, por favor.

De volta, terceiro
prateleira do topo.

Você verá os grandes em
à esquerda, tamanho da economia.

Tenho que buscá-lo, senhor.

De volta aí.

Todas as suas necessidades são
em nossas prateleiras.

Basta olhar em volta,
ajude-se.

Direito lá, apenas um ...
É isso mesmo, é isso.

Viver na casa da Sra. Peabody?

Apenas alguns dias.

Algum café, também, por favor.

Ou devo obtê-lo eu mesmo?

- Estilo da cafeteria por aqui, senhor.
- Isso mesmo. Self-service.

- o habitual, Frank.
- Sim, isso é $ 3 até, Sr. Todd.

Sem limite no creme?

Bem, todas as pessoas
por aqui, pegue o preto.

- O da direita, senhor.
- Obrigado.

- Quem é Miss Longstreet casando?
- Um dos professores na escola.

Um estranho na cidade.

- Eu entreguei a licença.
- Oh.

Sim. Sou caixeiro da cidade.

Jogo de damas?

Tudo bem.

- Funcionário da cidade, hein?
- Sim.

Bem, isso deve ser bastante
uma responsabilidade.

Ah, funcionário da cidade corre o
cidade, você pode dizer. Sim.

Nós costumamos fazer isso para ...

Quinze, vinte.

Muitas vezes, jogamos tão alto
como 25 centavos no jogo.

Bem, isso é meio rígido para
eu, mas vou pegar um folheto.

- Faça um milhão, perca um milhão.
- E é assim que acontece.

Meu movimento.

Tudo bem.

Bem, você deve saber apenas sobre
todos na cidade aqui.

Não apenas sobre.

Conheça a todos.

- Aqui em negócios?
- Uh-huh.

Meu movimento.

Negócios escolares? Não não.

Vender algo?

Não não.

Comprando?

Oh, negociante antigo.
Todos eles vieram para Harper.

O juiz Longstreet tem o melhor
coleção nessas partes.

- No entanto, você não será bom.
- Não, suponho que ele não venderia.

Acontece saber ... há algum
outros compradores fora da cidade aqui?

Deixe-me ver.

Pensem nisso, há um
Vem nesta manhã.

- Sim?
- Veio no mesmo ônibus com você.

Mesmo?

Deixou sua mala aqui.
Nunca voltou para isso.

Ele pode ter sido um deles.

Bem não.

Não, ele era mais
o tipo missionário.

Não estava aqui, mas um minuto.
Apenas olhei na lista telefônica.

Pequena pequena cara que ele era.
Thinish.

Infeliz aparência.

- Odeio sua cabeça, senhor?
- Não, não, nada sério.

Oh isso é muito ruim.

É um jogo que você obteve
para manter sua mente em mente.

25 centavos, por favor.

- Não vou fingir que não estou desapontado.
- Olá Pai.

Alguém viu meu
Marido novo?

Não me diga que ele é
desertaram você já?

Sim, parece que, o bruto.
Escute, Vermelho, você já viu Charles?

Bem, você vai buscá-lo para mim. Continue.
Continue, vá encontrar Charles. Se apresse.

Olhei por todo o lado para ele,
Mary, e eu não posso encontrá-lo.

Pergunto-me onde ele poderia estar.
Estou ficando preocupado.

Você é querida? Sobre o quê?

Charles, você mudou.

Você não acha melhor?

Afinal, não devemos ser
indo em uma lua de mel ou algo assim?

Dê-me cinco minutos.

- Olá!
- Olá.

Você estava trabalhando?
lá no relógio?

Não, eu estava apenas
limpeza ao redor.

Oh, é uma coisa linda.

Pelo que pude ver na frente.
Bonita.

- Meu nome é Wilson.
- Oh, eu sou Longstreet. Noah Longstreet.

- Bem, estou feliz em conhecê-lo.
- Sr. Wilson.

Eu não podia julgar muito bem na frente,
Mas eu diria que era o final do século XVI.

Provavelmente por Habrecht de
Estrasburgo, o relógio.

Oh, eu não saberia. Meu cunhado
vai funcionar sobre isso.

Ele está lá agora?

Não, não, ele está em sua lua de mel. Ele planeja
para trabalhar nisso quando ele voltar.

Oh.

Ele é um especialista?

Bem, sim, é mesmo
mais de um hobby com ele.

Mesmo? Bem
está comigo também.

- Lua de mel?
- Sim. Ele e minha irmã.

He has to be back on Friday
because of the examinations.

He's one of the
teachers at the school.

- His name is Rankin.
- Oh.

It's nice to be able
to show it to someone

who knows what Revere
silver is all about.

But, personally, my
specialty is pewter.

Oh, yes, pewter.

The Revere workmanship, although
sometimes heavy in design,

almost invariably shows the
sign of a master craftsman.

- It is beautiful.
- Noah.

- Hello, Mary.
- Hello, honey.

- Hello, Mary, dear.
- Adam.

Mr. Wilson, my daughter Mary.

- Oh, how do you do, Mr. Wilson?
- My son-in-law, Charles Rankin.

- How do you do?
- How do you do?

I hope you don't mind my
intruding on your homecoming.

Good evening, Mary.

- Jeff, how are you?
- Fine. You're looking good.

- Welcome home, Miss Mary, dear.
- Sara!

- If you don't sit down, it'll get cold.
- Come on, gents.

ADAM: Well, sister, how
were the mountains?

They were perfectly marvelous.

- Mr. Wilson?
- Yes.

Will you come sit over here on my
right? Jeff, your usual place.

And, darling,
you're right there.

You ought to see Charles on skis.
He's absolutely wonderful!

- No.
- Yes, darling, you are.

- And I'm pretty good, too, aren't I?
- Very.

Well, for a beginner.

Did you remember to keep your knees
together and your apparatus in?

Yes, freshie, I did.

Mr. Wilson here is compiling a
catalog of Paul Revere silver.

MARY: How nice.

Mr. Wilson is also an
authority on clocks.

MARY: Oh, really? That's
Charles' hobby, too.

Yes, so your brother tells me.

I understand you're going to fix
the one in the church tower.

Well, I may try.

WILSON: Well, that's
quite an undertaking.

Show the kind of a wife
I am, I hope he fails.

I like Harper just the way it is,
even with a clock that doesn't run.

Have you been in Harper
long, Mr. Wilson?

Since Friday, a week ago.

You lost a day. I patched
you up on Friday.

By the way, how's the head?

WILSON: Oh, very much improved,
thanks to you, Doctor.

You were hurt on Thursday,
remember? The day of the wedding.

Yes, that's right.

Wednesday I left Bangor.

- You were hurt, Mr. Wilson?
- Oh, nothing serious.

Well, serious enough to raise a bump on
his head the size of a billiard ball.

The usual door.

It's a good thing you're back, sister.
That dog of yours has been inconsolable.

Well, all right, Red. Wait
a minute. Here you are.

It's for missing me. How's that?

There, that's a good boy.
How was your meeting, Adam?

Oh, irritating.
Foreign Policy Association.

- I read that fellow's report.
- Standish, yes.

I think he's full of prunes.

ADAM: Well, that's the way we
used to talk in the 1930s, Noah.

Standish?

The London Times man in Berlin.

ADAM: Yes, of course, he was
quoting rumors, mostly.

Men drilling by night,

underground meeting
places, pagan rituals.

- Do you believe him, Pa?
- Well, anything's possible.

I'm sorry, sir, but I
think it's ridiculous.

Oh, there may be some
fanatics, but...

...no German in his right mind
can still have a taste for war.

Do you know Germany, Mr. Rankin?

I'm sorry, I...

...I have a way of making enemies
when I'm on that subject.

I get pretty unpopular.

Well, we shall consider it the objective
opinion of an objective historian.

Historian?

A psychiatrist could
explain it better.

The German sees himself as the innocent
victim of world envy and hatred.

Conspired against, set upon by
inferior peoples, inferior nations.

He cannot admit to error,
much less to wrongdoing.

Not the German.

We chose to ignore
Ethiopia and Spain.

But we learned from our casualty lists
the price of looking the other way.

Men of truth everywhere have come
to know for whom the bell tolled,

but not the German.

No, he still follows his warrior
gods, marching to Wagnerian strains,

his eyes still fixed upon the
fiery sword of Siegfried.

And in those subterranean meeting
places that you don't believe in,

the German's dream world comes alive,
and he takes his place in shining armor

beneath the banners of
the Teutonic Knights.

Mankind is waiting for the
messiah, but for the German

the messiah is not
the prince of peace.

No, he's...

He's another Barbarossa,
another Hitler.

Well, then you have no
faith in the reforms

that are being
effected in Germany.

I don't know, Mr. Wilson.

I can't believe that people can
be reformed except from within.

The basic principles of
equality and freedom

never have and never will
take root in Germany.

The will to freedom has been
voiced in every other tongue.

All men are created equal,
liberte, egalite, fraternite,

- but in German...
- There's Marx.

"Proletarians, unite. You have
nothing to lose but your chains."

But Marx wasn't a
German, Marx was a Jew.

But, my dear Charles, if we concede
your argument, there is no solution.

Well, sir, once again, I differ.

Well, what is it, then?

Annihilation.

Down to the last babe in arms.

Oh, Charles, I can't imagine you're
advocating a Carthaginian peace.

Well, as an historian,
I must remind you

that the world hasn't had much trouble
from Carthage in the past 2,000 years.

ADAM: Well, there
speaks our pedagogue.

- MARY: Speaking of teachers, Mr. Wilson.
- Yes, yes.

The faculty is coming
for tea next Tuesday.

If you have nothing better to
do, would you like to join us?

Oh, I'd like to, but my
work here is finished.

I'm leaving Harper tomorrow.

MARY: Extraordinary, isn't it, clocks
being Mr. Wilson's hobby, too?

Yes, isn't it?

Well, Red, how do you
like your new house?

He loves it. Come here, Red.

I think I'll take you for
a walk. Come here, boy.

Oh, darling, you don't
have to take him out.

Just let him out.
He won't run off.

I need the walk, I'm restless.
Come on, boy.

MAN ON PHONE: That's good.
How are you coming along?

I'll be in Washington tomorrow afternoon.
You were right about Rankin.

He's above suspicion.

(BARKING)

Here, Red.

Red, come here.

Give me long distance.

I want Washington, D.C.

Well, who but a Nazi

would deny that Karl Marx was a
German because he was a Jew?

I think I'll stick
around for a while.

What is it, dear?

Oh, I'm sorry. I was dreaming.

About that little man.

What little man?

Oh, you know, dear.
I told you about him.

He came here the day
we were married.

Light me a cigarette, will you?

I've never had a dream
like that before.

It frightened me.

Thanks.

You know that little man
was walking all by himself

across a deserted city square.

Wherever he moved,
he threw a shadow.

But when he moved away, Charles,

the shadow stayed there behind him
and spread out just like a carpet.

I wish you could think
who he might have been.

You're overtired.

Yes, perhaps.

Here, dear. Put
this out, will you?

(DOG BARKING)

MARY: What was that?

(DOG WHIMPERING)

Why, that sounded
like Red, Charles.

- What in the world's the matter with him?
- I put him in the cellar.

Oh, darling, no
wonder he's howling.

He's never been locked
up in his entire life.

But if he's to live with
us, he must be trained.

And at night, he will
sleep in the cellar.

In the daytime, he'll
be kept on a leash.

Charles, I don't believe in dogs
being treated like prisoners.

- Red's my dog.
- Please, Mary.

I know what's best.

(RED YELPING)

WILSON: Hi, there, Red. Thought you'd
gone to live with your mistress.

Well, Mary brought him home.
Said he howls all night.

Well, fishing any
good in these parts?

Pretty fair. Would you
like to come along?

Well, I'm afraid I've got the
wrong clothes on, but the...

...fish probably won't mind.
Thank you.

I'm just not lucky
today, that's all.

- Would you like a candy bar?
- Oh, I don't mind if I do. Thank you.

All your folks like fishing?

Oh, my dad's great.
He always brings in something.

- Well, what about Charles?
- Charles?

Oh, I have to call him
Mr. Rankin in school.

I get little mixed up sometimes.

He spends most of his time
on the clock, you know.

Why don't you like him, Noah?

What do you mean?

You don't like your
brother-in-law.

It's none of my business, but
I wish you'd tell me why.

Well, I like him well enough.

I don't know any reason
why I shouldn't.

Don't tell me I'm butting
in because I know I am,

but I can't help myself.

It's my business.

I hate bringing you into this, Noah,
but you're the only one I can turn to.

I need your help very badly.

Well, what is it?

Your sister may be
in great trouble.

I know that you're man enough for what
I'm going to ask you to do for her.

The truth is I'm not
really an antique dealer.

I'm sort of a detective.

Well, what do you want
me to do, Mr. Wilson?

It would help me a lot if I knew
every move Charles Rankin made

on the day of his wedding,
right up to the ceremony.

Well, I should be able to...

- Unless Charles realizes what I'm doing.
- I'll keep him busy.

Gee, Mr. Wilson,
you must be wrong.

Mary wouldn't fall in love
with that kind of a man.

I hope I am wrong, Noah,
but that's the way it is.

People can't help who
they fall in love with.

- WILSON: Good evening, Mr. Potter.
- Good evening, Mr. Wilson.

- Evening, boys.
- Evening, sir.

POTTER: 85 cents.

Hear you and Professor
Rankin aim to fix the clock.

That's right.

Figure it to tell time rightly?

And will the angel circle
around the belfry?

Is that a man or woman
angel, Mr. Wilson?

I don't know.

Well, reckon it don't make much
difference amongst angels.

Well!

Give up?

Oh, no, no, no.
We'll play it out.

- That's my privilege, 25 cents.
- Yeah.

Oh, by the way, did Mr. Rankin
pick up his supper this evening?

Nope.

He generally gets through
up there about now.

Yes, I know.

Gets dark earlier these days.

Our little man never did pick
up his suitcase, did he?

Nope.

- Strange.
- Ain't it, though?

I've been tempted once or twice
to look and see what's inside it.

It ain't even locked.

Well, it seems to me that
under the circumstances,

that you have a perfect right.

You do?

Well, I wouldn't want to
do it without a witness.

- Well, that's me.
- It is?

That's all I wanted to know.

I've been trying to look in that
thing ever since it's been here.

I wonder what's in it?

Soiled linen,

sweater,

soap, and a razor
wrapped in a towel

with S.S. Cristobal
written across it.

- A pair of old shoes.
- Yeah. Yep.

- Nothing but religious pamphlets.
- Yep, that's all.

- MARY: Good evening, Mr. Potter.
- Oh.

- Oh, hello Mr. Wilson.
- Good evening.

CHARLES: Mr. Wilson, hi.
POTTER: Good evening, Mr. Rankin.

Mr. Potter and I have been poking our
noses into somebody else's business.

That suitcase.

That chap left it here and
he never did call back.

That's been more
than two weeks ago.

Did he say what he
was doing in Harper?

Nope. Looked in the phone book.
Didn't telephone.

Kind of funny looking, he was.

Scrawny little fellow,
with big starey blue eyes.

Had a queer walk, like any second
he might break into a run.

- Did he have a foreign accent?
- POTTER: Why, yes, he did.

Not so much of an accent as
a foreign way of talking.

Do you happen to know who
he could be, Mrs. Rankin?

Why, why, no.

I was just trying to complete
your mystery for you.

Don't all foreign strangers
have to have foreign accents?

- NOAH: Mary, have you seen Red?
- Why, no.

Not since I took him home to
you a couple of days ago.

He's been spending all his
time out in the woods

and he doesn't even come
home for his meals.

- I thought you told me he never ran away.
- He never did.

MARY: Well, that's why
Noah's so anxious.

Come on, Mary.

- Good night, Mr. Wilson.
- Good night.

- Good night, Noah.
- Good night, Mary.

Were you able to
find out anything?

Meinike did go to
Rankin's house.

And your sister did see him.

- Did Mary say so?
- She started to.

Now your sister is a
fine woman, Noah,

but she must find out the
kind of man she's married to.

You don't know Mary.

She wouldn't listen to anything
against him, much less believe...

Noah, we must arrange it so
that she finds out for herself.

You understand?

Yes.

One thing's certain. She knows
nothing now, nothing at all.

Except that he didn't want her to admit
having seen someone she did see.

I'd give something to know what
explanation he's making right now.

I was a student in Geneva.

There was a girl.

The night before I was to leave,
we went out on the lake together.

She told me unless I
promised to marry her,

she'd never return to shore.

Well, I thought she was
joking, naturally, but...

...she wasn't.

Before I could stop her,
she stood up in the boat.

Well, I dived in after
her, but it was too late.

She was gone.

Only one person knew we were on
the lake together, her brother.

He knew I hadn't
murdered her, but he...

...he told me he'd be willing to call
it an accident for compensation.

I gave him all I had
and left Switzerland.

As the years went by,

I allowed myself to believe that
the dead past really was dead.

And then,

on our wedding day, Mary,
he appeared again.

Her brother, the little man.

I gave him all the money
I have in the world.

And he went away again.

Oh, darling.

You should have told me,

and not carried this awful
thing around by yourself.

You're a very wonderful
person, Mary.

I love you very much.

Oh, Charles.

But... why didn't he go
back for his things?

Well,

I suppose once he had money,
he could afford better.

Darling, I'm terribly nervous.

I think I'll work up in the
clock alone tonight, by myself.

It will calm me.

- You understand, don't you?
- Of course I understand.

- Shall I walk you home?
- No, dear, there's no need for that.

- It's pretty late.
- That's all right.

In Harper, there's
nothing to be afraid of.

I love you.

Poor old Red.

He heard my whistle, I'll bet.

He couldn't bark or anything.

He just crawled
this far and died.

- Why do you think he died?
- Let's go and find out.

That's young
Longstreet's dog, Red.

Looks like he's dead to me.

They're taking him up to
Doctor Lawrence's office.

Would you know
anything about it?

Wonder what in the world's
the matter with him.

Checkers?

No. No, thanks.

That Coke's a nickel.

Thanks, Mr. Rankin.

Oh, Doctor,

how long could the dog have lived
with that amount of poison in him?

Oh, not more than a
minute or so, I'd say.

Well, then, Red must
have been poisoned

within a few hundred yards of
where you found him, Noah.

And the latter part
of the distance,

he must have been moving
slower and slower.

Thank you very much, Doctor.

Thanks, Jeff.

POTTER: Mr. Peabody,
would you please get

that magazine rack in,
and hurry up about it?

Yes, Mr. Potter.

Hurry up about it.
Move along and...

Afternoon, Mr. Wilson.
Afternoon, Noah.

Bring them right in there,
will you, Mr. Peabody?

(POTTER CONTINUES CHATTERING)

What does the law say about
this kind of murder?

Is it the same as killing a man?

It ought to be.
It's just as bad.

Forepaw's muddy, no mud on hind.

Dry leaves mixed with the mud.

Red must have been digging
somewhere in the woods.

Have you any idea
what for, Mr. Wilson?

A body, I think. Meinike's.

The little man.

Then...

- You just caught me.
- Anything wrong?

Wrong? Oh, you mean,
closing up like this?

- Yeah.
- Just going on a search.

- What you after?
- A can of machine oil.

- What search?
- For the body.

The state police deputized half the town.
Just reach up there, fourth shelf.

One misses the news up
in the clock tower.

What body are they
searching for?

My bet is it's the fellow
that left his bags here.

Scrawny little duck.
Unhappy looking.

I knew he'd come to a bad end.

That oil will be
15 cents, mister.

Well, sir, I'll just put
it on your account.

Oh, Sara told me
you were up here.

Why are you packing?

- Are we going somewhere?
- We aren't, dearest. I am.

What are you talking about?

As a rule, men leave their wives
because they don't love them, but...

...I must leave
you because I do.

Oh, you won't object once you know
the kind of man you've married.

But you are the man I've married,
and that's all that matters.

Darling, I meant it when I
said for better or for worse.

Even to...

To killing Red?

You couldn't have.

It was an accident.

No, I meant to kill him.

Murder can be a chain, Mary,

one link leading to another
until it circles your neck.

Red was digging at the
grave of the man I killed.

Yes, your little man.

You killed him?

With these hands.

The same hands that have
held you close to me.

Now are you satisfied
to let me go?

Why? Why did you do it?

I'd have given him all I had, but
his dreams were far grander.

He knew that your
father was well-to-do.

He knew that Justice Longstreet would
be glad to protect his daughter

from any scandal by paying
a few thousand dollars.

Oh, Mary, I should
have gone away

and lost myself in a world where
he could never find me, but...

I loved you, and I was weak.

Darling,

if one of us goes,
we'll both go.

You would have shared half
my trouble if I'd had any.

Charles, what is there to
connect you with that man?

Nothing, actually.

You're the only one
that knows I knew him.

Well, then, you need have no fear,
if I'm the only one who can speak.

But, Mary, in failing to speak,

you become part of the crime.

But I'm already a part of it

because I'm a part of you.

But you shudder at the
first touch of my hands

as though it was the
touch of death.

It's nerves.

Hold me close, Charles.
Hold me close.

Mr. Peabody, go back to
town with the Sheriff

- and open up the coroner's office.
- PEABODY: Yes, sir.

POTTER: I knew darn well
it was the same fellow.

Course he's changed some.

Being buried in the
earth does it.

- Evening, Mr. Wilson.
- Good evening, Mr. Potter.

- Evening, Noah.
- Evening, Mr. Potter.

POTTER: A mess, ain't it?

What do we do about Mary?

We can't leave her alone
with him now that we know.

Well, she realizes now that

whatever story he told her
about Meinike was false.

Noah, I think your sister should
be ready to hear the truth.

Charles.

Will they make me
look at the body?

I shouldn't think so.

Because I couldn't do it.

I mean, I don't think I could.

See, I've never seen
a dead person. I...

- How many are you having to tea, Mary?
- Twenty-eight altogether, I think, dear.

You didn't eat
nothing at dinner.

- Isn't that rather a lot?
- You'll be fainting again, Miss Mary.

- Twenty-eight, with just you and Sara?
- No.

Oh, we'll manage all right.

- But suppose I should...
- Should what?

I don't know. Only now I'm terrified
of seeing anybody or being seen.

Mary, you must get tight
hold of yourself.

If you're determined to go
through with this thing,

you must know beforehand exactly what
you're gonna do and say at all times.

Perfect naturalness
at all times.

Now, darling, listen to me.

Darling,

(PHONE RINGING)

I am prepared to
go to the police.

SARA: It's your father, Miss
Mary. He wants to talk to you.

- Yes, thank you, Sara.
- Mary.

MARY: Hello?

Yes, I think so.

Just a minute and I'll see.

He wants me to come over.

Did he ask me, too?

He said he wanted
to see me alone.

There's nothing unusual about a father
wanting to see his daughter. Is there?

- Is there?
- No.

All right, Adam.
I'll be right over.

- Don't you think that's rather strange?
- Strange? No, not strange.

- Charles.
- Tell you what I'll do.

I'll go over to the church and work on
the clock while you're with your father.

Then you come by and
pick me up later.

I'm so afraid.

It was so pointed, his
wanting to see me alone.

His voice sounded so different.

Now you know what you're
going to say, don't you?

(FILM ROLLING)

Come in, Mary.

Is something wrong?

Mr. Wilson is here on a
very serious matter.

We must try to help him
every way possible.

(STUTTERING) What do you
want to know, Mr. Wilson?

You know about the body that was
discovered yesterday, Mrs. Rankin?

Yes.

Did you ever meet the deceased?

No. No, no, I never met him.

Have you seen the body?

No.

Well, then, how can you be
sure you've never met him?

Of course, I can't be certain.

Mr. Wilson, do you
suspect me of something?

If so, what?

Of shielding a murderer.

Perhaps this photograph
will refresh your memory.

Do you recognize this man?

That is Konrad Meinike.

Commander in charge of one of the
more efficient concentration camps.

You know him, don't you?

You have met him here in Harper.

No, no, I've never seen
that man, Mr. Wilson.

Judge, would you mind
putting out the lights?

I've been showing your father some films,
and I'd like you to see them, too.

I'm on the Allied Commission for
the punishment of war criminals.

It's my job to bring
escaped Nazis to justice.

It's that job that
brought me to Harper.

Well, surely you
don't think that...

Mr. Wilson, I've never...

I've never so much
as even seen a Nazi.

Well, you might without
your realizing it.

They look like other people
and act like other people,

when it's to their benefit.

A gas chamber, Mrs. Rankin.

The candidates were
first given hot showers

so that their pores would
be open and the...

...gas would act that
much more quickly.

And this is a lime pit

in which hundreds of men, women
and children were buried alive.

Why do you want me to
look at these horrors?

All this you're seeing,

it's all the product
of one mind.

The mind of a man
named Franz Kindler.

Franz Kindler.

Yes, he was the most brilliant of the
younger minds from the Nazi party.

It was Kindler who conceived
the theory of genocide,

mass depopulation of
conquered countries.

So that regardless
of who won the war,

Germany would emerge the strongest
nation in Western Europe,

biologically speaking.

Unlike Goebbels, Himmler
and the rest of them,

Kindler had a passion
for anonymity.

The newspapers carried
no picture of him.

Oh, no, and just before
he disappeared, he...

...destroyed every evidence that
might link him with his past

down to the last fingerprint.

There's no clue to the
identity of Franz Kindler,

except one little thing.

He has a hobby that almost
amounts to a mania.

Clocks.

So have lots of people.

You yourself.

Well, I'm not quite
finished, Mrs. Rankin.

In prison, in Czechoslovakia, a war
criminal was awaiting execution.

This was Konrad Meinike, onetime
executive officer for Franz Kindler.

He was an obscenity on
the face of the earth.

The stench of burning
flesh was in his clothes.

But we gave him his freedom on the
chance that he might lead me to Kindler.

He led me here, Mrs. Rankin.

And here, I lost him.

Until yesterday.

Your dog, Red, found him for me.

But unfortunately, Meinike
was dead and buried.

Now, in all the world,

there is only one person who
can identify Franz Kindler.

That person is the
one who knows,

knows definitely, who Meinike
came to Harper to see.

No, he's not a Nazi!

My Charles is not a Nazi!

You were in Rankin's house during
the afternoon of the day...

- (STUTTERING) Where?
- Rankin's house.

- Oh, yes, yes.
- Did anyone come while you were there?

- Not that I remember.
- Now try hard to remember.

It's not so long ago.
Only two weeks.

- You were hanging curtains.
- No one came.

- Were you alone all the time?
- No.

- Who else was there?
- Charles.

He came right after
his last class.

And we were together
for more than an hour.

You have nothing to link my
husband with this man Kindler

except a wild suspicion.

It's a ridiculous suspicion.

If you're trying to use me
to implicate him, you can't.

You can't involve me in a lie.
That's... That's all it is, is a lie.

It's a lie, you know.
It's a lie.

- It's a lie.
- Mary! Mary!

Wait a minute. Mary!

Mary!

Wait a minute, sister!

(CRYING)

Now that's better.

You know that your
welfare, and Noah's,

means more to me than
anything, don't you?

Yes. Yes.

Then you've got to face this thing
with complete honesty, sister.

Your entire happiness may well depend
on your telling me the absolute truth.

If Mr. Wilson is right,

and you have innocently
married a criminal,

well, then, there
is no marriage.

There's no call upon
your loyalty as a wife.

He's good!

He's good. He
wouldn't hurt anybody

except to protect somebody
he loved. He's...

- He's good.
- Well, then, the truth can't hurt him.

Charles was not with you
that afternoon, sister.

I remember your saying
so when you came home.

- You're against him, too, Adam!
- No.

Yes you are!

You've never liked him and that's
why you don't believe me now!

Leave us alone, Adam!

He's not a Nazi! He's not
one of those people!

He's not! Leave us alone!

She has the facts now, but
she won't accept them.

They're too horrible for
her to acknowledge.

Not so much that Rankin
could be Kindler,

but that she could ever have given
her love to such a creature.

But we have one ally,
her subconscious.

It knows what the truth is and
it's struggling to be heard.

The will to truth within your daughter
is much too strong to be denied.

Look here, Wilson, if
he's not Charles Rankin,

we should be able to expose him
without too much difficulty.

I'm not interested in proving
that he isn't Charles Rankin.

I'm only interested in proving
that he's Franz Kindler.

How do you propose to do that?

Through your daughter.

Unless I'm mistaken, she's
headed for a breakdown.

That's the usual result of a
person being inwardly divided.

Rankin will recognize this and
that's what I'm banking on.

- What do you mean?
- Well, he can't afford to trust

a person approaching hysteria.
He won't. He'll have to act.

He may try to escape
before she collapses,

which would only be an
admission of guilt or...

Go on.

He may kill her.

You're shocked at my
cold-bloodedness.

Well, that's quite natural,
you're her father.

And it's because you are her
father, Judge Longstreet,

that I am talking
to you like this.

Naturally, we'll try to
prevent murder being done.

However, the proof
that murder is his aim

would be the strongest evidence
that your daughter could have.

(CLOCK CHIMING)

Charles.

Listen, it's striking. A
hundred years after...

It was a trap, Charles,
just like you said.

Mr. Wilson was there.

He tried to tell me that you were a
Nazi, and I was supposed to believe it.

Imagine you being
an escaped Nazi.

Oh, he thinks he's very
clever, that Wilson.

His idea was to horrify me into
telling him about the little man.

- Who did he say he thought I was?
- A Nazi.

Franz Kindler.

He made it all up
just to trick me.

But I didn't tell him anything and
I didn't tell father anything.

I out-faced both
of them, Charles.

It'll be simple enough to
prove you're not that Nazi.

We'll just find someone who was in your
class at college and he'll identify you,

and that's all
there'll be to it.

If what you say is true,
he can't touch me.

I'm quite safe if
you say nothing.

Oh, I won't, Charles.
I promise I won't.

They can torture me and I
won't tell them anything!

Look, the chimes have
awakened Harper.

We must go down and greet them.

- You must act natural.
- Yes.

- Smile at them, you understand?
- Yes.

- Are you all right?
- Yes, I'm all right.

We'll face them, darling.

And when she struck, that
angel started marching.

It was a sight to behold.

Professor, you sure knocked
it off, my hat's off to you.

Congratulations, Mr. Rankin.

Won't the rector be delighted?

POTTER: What I want to know is, if
she's gonna chime all night long,

how's a body gonna
get any sleep?

We'll face them,
darling, all of them.

Them chickens sure is gonna be on
and off the roost every 15 minutes.

(ALL LAUGHING)

Sara.

Sara, I've told you I want
these curtains drawn.

I don't like the sunlight
streaming in, it's bad for them.

SARA: Mary, that's
rubbish and you know it.

Up at the other house, we
never closed the curtains.

That has nothing to do with it.

This is my house and
I want them drawn.

Well, suit yourself then.

It's going to look mighty
gloomy for the party.

Is it that time already?

Were you able to see when they
opened the grave, Mr. Randall?

- Oh, yes.
- Was it too horrible?

Well, not the most
pleasant sight.

There's Mary. Hello, Mary.

(CLOCK CHIMING)

Filling out prescriptions. That's
the part of this business I hate.

- Sleeping pills, that's another.
- That's for Mrs. Rankin.

- $1.65.
- Okay.

- Want them wrapped?
- No thanks.

- Sleeping pills! Don't approve of them!
- No?

Man does a day's work, man
gets a night's sleep.

Leastways, he could until that clock
started bonging every few minutes...

I believe Mrs. Rankin ordered
some ice cream, didn't she?

- Ice cream? Already gone.
- Yes.

Fellow said he was going past
your house, so I give it to him.

Mr. Wilson.

Mrs. Rankin.

WOMAN: I wouldn't dream of setting foot
outside the house unless Fred were along.

Who knows, he might be anywhere.
The murderer, I mean.

Waiting for a new victim.

I hope you haven't forgotten you were
kind enough to invite me, Mrs. Rankin.

No, of course not, Mr. Wilson.

- Mr. Potter asked me to deliver this.
- Oh, the ice cream, good.

- Sara's waiting for it.
- I hope it hasn't melted.

- Well, I won't detain you any longer.
- Ah, yes...

- I have a drink for you.
- Just the medicine I need.

- You know Dr. Hippard?
- Oh, yes, of course.

How are you, Doctor?

- Excuse me.
- Yeah, sure.

Grandma Lawrence, can I
get you something else?

Nothing more, thank you, dear.

- Where's Dr. Rankin?
- Oh, he'll be here in just a few minutes.

I want to have a word with
him about that clock.

Yes.

Well, thank you, brother.

Yes, on my last trip.

- May I get you something?
- No, thank you.

And Jack the Ripper. And what
was that Frenchman's name?

- Hello, dear.
- Hello.

Landru.

Yes, there may well be
ten or a dozen graves

- out there in those woods.
- WOMAN 1: Ten or a dozen!

WOMAN 2: Autopsy showed the murder
was committed just three weeks ago.

- May I get you some more tea?
- Thank you, no.

Jeff, may I get you
another drink?

HIPPARD: I wish I could remember
what Emerson says about crime.

Oh, there's Rankin.

- He may know.
- Sorry to be late. Hello, everybody.

Darling.

- Oh, hello, there, Rankin.
- How are you, Mr. Wilson?

- You know the quotation?
- Mr. Hippard.

- Emerson.
- Quotation?

"Commit a crime and the
earth is made of glass."

No, I don't.

"Commit a crime and the
earth is made of glass.

"Commit a crime...

"Commit a crime, and it seems as if
a coat of snow fell on the ground,

"such as reveals in the woods the
track of every partridge and fox

"and squirrel and mole.

"You cannot recall
the spoken word,

"you cannot wipe out
the foot-track,

"you cannot draw up the ladder,
so as to leave no inlet or clue."

- You're Mr. Wilson, aren't you?
- Yes.

Do you know you're our number one
suspect in our murder case? - Oh?

So far you're the only suspect.

Potter put the finger on you.

He thinks you committed the crime to get
possession of some priceless antiques.

You want a drink, Mr. Wilson?

WOMAN 2: Mr. Rankin, I wish
you'd left that clock alone.

Harper was a nice quiet place
until it started banging.

- Mary, what's Wilson doing here?
- I don't know.

You invited him, didn't you?

- What's he after?
- I don't know.

- Are you all right?
- Yes, quite all right.

- Now, remember Friday, Mary.
- Yes, all right.

- Good night.
- Good night.

- May I help you, dear?
- No!

No, no, no!

- Mary, Mary, Mary.
- No.

It's all right, dear.
It's all right.

(MARY SOBBING)

It broke, and the beads
fell all over the floor.

He took her upstairs.

When I left, I could
still hear her crying.

Well, the floodgates
have opened.

Her subconscious has almost won.

From now on, we must know every
move that Mrs. Rankin makes.

She's never to leave the house
unless I know where she's going.

If for any reason I can't be
found, she's to be detained,

no matter on what pretext.

You understand, Sara?

Don't worry, she
won't get by me.

When she snapped those beads, she
signed her own death warrant.

We're carrying her
life in our hands.

Every time she walks on
a slippery sidewalk,

is near something that can fall,

drives an automobile,

anything that could result
in an accidental death,

her life is in danger.

Yes, Judge. She won't get by me.

(SAWING)

- Good afternoon, gentlemen.
- STUDENTS: Good afternoon, sir.

Today we will attempt to finish with
the career of Friedrich der Grosse,

Konig von Preussen,

Kufurst von Brandenberg,
Prince von Polen.

Frederick the Great to you.

86...

- 862, please.
- POTTER: That'll be 85 cents.

- Hello?
- Mary.

Mary, this is Charles.

Can you hear me, dear?

I can't speak very loudly where I am,
but I want you to understand this.

Something very
important has come up.

You must come to the
church immediately.

The church tower.

- Understand?
- Yes, I understand.

I don't want anybody to know
that you're going there.

Mary, don't tell
anybody you're going.

Go to the church tower and
leave your car in the rear

and come in through
the back door.

Okay?

Goodbye now.

(WHISTLING)

POTTER: Peabody!

PEABODY: They're coming.
They're coming, Mr. Potter.

Rack that wood down there with the
rest of them, then get back to work.

Yes, sir.

Watch that, Mr. Peabody.

Your move, Professor.

Going someplace?

Where to?

I asked you where you
was going, Miss Mary.

- I heard.
- Well.

Sara, you seem to forget I'm no
longer a child, I'm a married woman.

Well, you ain't been
married very long.

(CLOCK CHIMING)

Wait, Mrs. Rankin.

What is it? I'm in a hurry.

Well, you don't need to
go biting my head off!

- What is it, Sara?
- Well, I...

(SOBBING) I don't...

If you've got something to
say, say it! What is it, Sara?

I don't know what's got into
you lately. Indeed I don't.

You never was mean to me like
this back at the old house.

- Sara, I...
- Maybe I've outworn my usefulness.

I'm not as young
as I used to be.

Maybe you don't want
me around anymore!

For heaven's sake, stop
talking such nonsense!

Well, it's true and you know it!

I'm gonna pack my things and
leave here! Indeed I am!

(SOBBING)

Sara, I'm sorry if I've
hurt your feelings.

I didn't mean to,
really I didn't.

Sara, now I couldn't get along without
you and you know that, don't you?

- Well, don't you?
- Honest, Miss Mary?

- Yes, honestly, honestly, Sara.
- Oh, Miss Mary.

- Oh, Miss Mary.
- Sara, Sara, please, wait, just a minute.

Sara, you will never
leave me, will you?

You know how I feel
about you, don't you?

- Yes, I do, Sara.
- Like you was my own daughter,

my own little girl.
How could I...

Sara, I've got to go now, really I
do. I promised to be somewhere.

Well... Well, where
to, Miss Mary?

Stop fussing, Sara.

It's a secret.

SARA: Oh, Miss Mary!

(SARA HOWLING)

What's the matter? Sara,
what's the matter?

My heart! I can't breathe!
The pain!

No, Miss Mary, please don't
leave me! No, don't leave me!

Now lie there, keep quiet.
Keep quiet now, Sara!

- Maybe I'm dying!
- You're not dying.

- Please stay with me!
- I won't leave you.

130, please.

Yes, Mary?

Look, I was supposed to meet Charles
at the clock tower right away

and I can't get there.

Will you go and tell him
to please wait for me?

And, Noah, no one's to know
where or why you're going.

It's important.

All right.

238, please.

Hello, may I speak
to Mr. Wilson?

(WHISTLING)

Looks like it's
coming up for snow.

Yes, that's right.

Mrs. Rand, Mrs. Lundstrom.
Isn't it after hours?

You ladies are working
too hard at the library.

MRS. RAND: Oh, no, Mr. Rankin,
we closed as usual at 3:30.

You're perfectly right. I
dismissed class 10 minutes early.

Yes, it's 3:44.

I was playing checkers with
Mr. Potter and I didn't realize.

You know what you are, Mr. Rankin?
You're the absentminded professor!

(BOTH GIGGLING)

(CLOCK CHIMING)

You sure are lucky today.

- I am, indeed.
- You sure are.

- HILL: Good afternoon, Mr. Potter.
- Afternoon, Mr. Hill.

MAN: Sorry, Mr. Potter,
I can't find them.

- What?
- The earmuffs.

Right over there by the mittens.

Come on, Mr. Potter,
help us look.

Well, I'll be right back
in a minute, Professor.

POTTER: Right over there by that
box where I told you they was.

- Those?
- They're the latest thing out.

- How much do you want for them?
- 85 cents.

- That's an awful lot.
- Well, they come high this year.

- You want this thing?
- Aw, keep it.

You know, Mr. Potter, you're
a bad influence. I, ah...

I intended only to spend
a couple of minutes.

You've made me spend the whole
afternoon. Look what time it is. Yeah.

- I'd like to get even.
- It's your move.

Look there, Professor.

- Like I told you, it's coming up for snow.
- Yes.

Look here, Professor.

Double or nothing?

(CLOCK CHIMING)

- Good afternoon, Mr. Potter.
- Afternoon, Professor.

MARY: Charles.

- You didn't go to the church?
- No.

- No, Sara...
- Sara, what about Sara?

Well, just as I was leaving,
Sara had some kind of an attack.

- An attack?
- She's resting now, yes.

And Jeff said it wasn't very serious,
but that I should stay with her.

- MARY: What's the matter, Charles?
- Nothing's the matter.

Then why did you want
me to go to the church?

You said it was important.

It isn't important.
Nothing actually.

My sense of proportion is
failing me these days.

Please, Charles, what is it?

(WALL CLOCK CHIMING)

I'm sorry.

I've just begun to
feel the strain.

You see, I have my
weak moments, too.

I'll tell you in
my own good time.

- Have they found out anything more?
- No, nothing that I can find out.

- Unless you?
- No, I haven't seen anybody all day.

I've been in my room.

There's a rumor going around that
there's an arrest to be made.

My head aches.

The incident with the beads yesterday
made me doubt your strength.

I thought maybe you'd gone to your
father and told him something.

If you had...

You didn't have to be afraid.

No?

What did you tell Noah?

Why, what about?

- Didn't you see him?
- No, why should I see Noah?

Well, did you come here
directly from the church?

Am I being cross-examined?

No, but when I found out
I couldn't leave Sara,

I called Noah and told him to go
there and tell you I was detained.

- I told you not to call anybody!
- But surely, Noah.

Call him and tell him not to go!

Well, I can't, I
talked to him over...

- Call him, I say!
- MARY: He's gone!

If he dies, his blood
will be on your hands.

- What are you saying?
- It's your meddling that's done this!

I'd have been all right
if it wasn't for you.

But that you...

You had to be here on that day!

Hanging your stupid curtains.
Calling Noah.

Did you kill Noah?

Yes, if he goes to the church
and climbs up that ladder!

- It was I you intended to kill, wasn't it?
- No.

Why wasn't it I?

Franz Kindler!

Kill me.

Kill me, I want you to.

I couldn't face life knowing
what I've been to you

and what I've done to Noah.

But when you kill me, don't
put your hands on me!

Here!

Use this!

NOAH: Mary!

Noah!

WILSON: Operator.

Operator, get me
the state police.

(CLOCK CHIMING)

Yes, the roadblocks are up.

We're watching the railroad station
and he isn't hiding in the woods.

Judge Longstreet!
Judge Longstreet!

You get Wilson, Noah!
I'll go for the police!

Mr. Wilson!

Well, if he is where I think
he is, it's going to be easy.

We'll do everything possible
to bring him back alive.

She's gone, Mr. Wilson!

- She's not in the house!
- The clock tower?

I don't know.

Well, if that's where he's hiding,
and she gets there before us...

NOAH: What will we do?

Call Captain Samuels
and the deputies.

- Get all the help you can.
- Where?

(WILSON GROANING)

Ouch.

The church, the church.

- What about you?
- I'll get there.

Now hurry up now, will you?
Your sister may be still alive.

CHARLES: Don't move.

I have a gun.

You don't need it.

I'm alone.

- What are you doing here?
- Lift me up.

You're telling the truth?

Why should I lie?

- You were followed here?
- I came by our way.

Through the cemetery.
No one saw me.

(CLOCK CHIMING)

(CLOCK TICKING)

I needed the excuse. I was
afraid you wouldn't let me up.

- What do you want?
- I came to kill you.

No, no, Mary, it's you
that's going to die.

You were meant to fall
through that ladder.

You're going to fall.

I don't mind if I
take you with me.

You are a fool.

They've searched the woods.
I watched them.

Here, like God, looking
at little ants.

I'll hide in the woods. They
won't search there again.

In a day or two, they'll
be sure I got out of town.

When they find me, they'll
know you're still here.

But, darling, you're on
the verge of a breakdown.

Now you've cracked.

Why else would you
leave your bed,

climb to an empty church
tower in the dead of night?

Any child could see you'd
wind up killing yourself.

Killing is what led you here.

It won't help you now.

Look out the window! Look!

Well, that's an old trick,
Mr. Wilson. A very poor trick!

Tricks!

That's all you know is tricks!

I don't need any tricks!

No matter what happens to me,
tricks won't do you any good!

You're finished,
Herr Franz Kindler!

(PEOPLE CLAMORING)

(HORN HONKS)

The citizens of Harper,
they've come after you.

The plain, little,
ordinary people,

the ones you've been laughing
at, Herr Franz Kindler!

Well, you can't
fool them anymore.

Oh, sure, you can kill me, Mary,
half the people down there,

but there's no escape.

You had a world and it closed in
on you till there was only Harper.

That closed in on you and
there was only this room!

And this room, too,
is closing in on you!

It's not true, the things they say
I did. It was all their idea.

- I followed orders.
- You gave the orders.

I only did my duty.

Don't send me back to them.
I can't face them.

- I'm not a criminal.
- You are.

Give me that gun!

(SCREAMING)

(PEOPLE SCREAMING)

NOAH: All right, Mr. Wilson, Mary's
safe. Let me give you a hand.

No, no, no, no. No, thanks.

- Hi, what happened?
- V Day in Harper.

I don't get that.

Come on down!

Oh, no, not until you
get me a new ladder.

I've had my ankle busted
and my head conked.

From here on in, my friends,
I'm taking it easy.

Well, I'll get you another
ladder, Mr. Wilson.

You've had enough trouble.

WILSON: Good night, Mary.

Pleasant dreams.