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Madam!
I'm glad you're back.

Thank you, Sally.

Are you waiting to see Dr Esmond?

- Yes.
- Oh, I see.

I'm Mrs Esmond.
Won't you sit down?

Why do you leave a patient
in the sitting room, Sally?

He isn't a patient, he's staying here
in the house.

- Oh...where?
- In the doctor's room.

Oh, I see.

Yes...and he's to be treated
just like one of the family.

Really?

Of course it's not for me
to speak against the doctor...

but that man's a thief...
He's a criminal!

How do you know?

I heard the doctor
tell Miss Duncan this morning.

He held the doctor up with a gun.

Instead of being put in jail where he belongs,

he's staying in the house
for 6 months to undergo...

Therapy.

- And you don't approve?
- It's not up to me to approve.

I'm not staying in the house with
a gunman. I'm giving in my notice.

When do you leave?

The sooner the better.

Hello, Carol.
Is Clive around?

Glenda!
We didn't expect you!

That's very obvious.

Glenda!

Hello, Clive.

What happened?
Bad weather chase you home?

No, Paris was beautiful
and I was bored.

So was I...Always am
when you're away.

This time you must have been
really bored.

- Ah..then you've heard...
- Yes.

And Sally's given notice.

She doesn't approve of common thieves
as house guests.

I'm not sure I do, either.

Look Glenda, it's one thing to practice
psychology in a prison ward...

It's something else again to have your patient
in ideal circumstances.

The boy's young...he's intelligent.

If I can find out what makes him tick
I may be able to straighten him out.

The other way, well, it's a complete waste
of a human being...

If he goes to prison again, he's finished, I’m sure of that.

"Prison again"?

He has a record.
I've had Carol on research all morning.

- Pretty lurid stuff.
- He's tough enough.

But he's immature and unhappy,

and I think frightened
under that hard shell of his.

Frightened?
I'd say frightening.

Robbery with violence, assault...
robbery.

How are his manners?
Is he possible?

Oddly enough, he's no slum product.

Army family...good school.

That's what makes it so interesting.

But if you don't like the idea,

I'm not at all keen on your
doing the housework.

I'll call it off.

Why? You know you've had your heart
set on something like this for years.

And we've never had a criminal
for a house-guest.

At least one we knew about!
It may be interesting.

It may be dangerous, too.

Don't worry about me...
He doesn't frighten me in the least.

What does frighten me is
the thought of replacing Sally.

A drink before dinner?

I'll be right with you.

- Thank you, darling.
- Don't mention it.

Sorry, Mr Clemmons, I've been away
and didn't know who you were.

- Now you do.
- Yes.

I hope you've been made comfortable.

Why?

Why? Because you're a guest
in my home.

A guest?

The doctor and I made a deal,
which is better than going to jail.

Why pretend it's anything else?

I'm not a guest, Mrs Esmond...
I'm a prisoner.

- Ah...so you've met already?
- Yes...twice.

Good...
Sherry or whisky, Frank?

Whisky and water.

Whisky and water it is.
Are you reading?

Just browsing.

Browsing?

You have to READ that one!

I've read it.

Do you do much reading?

- Not as much as I used to.
- My problem too.

- Do you like sports?
- No.

No shooting...no fishing...
too bad.

- Do you ride?
- No.

You ought to...
Mrs Esmond's a great rider.

Perhaps Glenda would take you
with her some time.

Perhaps.

Darling, I'd have cancelled this silly lecture
like a shot

if I'd known you were coming back.

You never can hold a lecture anyway.

Oh, he did once, Glenda...
remember the year of the big fog.

Telephone for Mr Clemmons.

Excuse me.

Hullo?

What a night you've given me...
I followed you there.

Waited around all day...
took me forever to find...

Don't call me here.

A friend of mine.

Someone you'd like to see?

No, not particularly.

What I meant was...
feel free to bring him here.

- Any of my friends?
- Any of them.

What if one of them should be
in trouble?

What sort of trouble?

When your friends are in trouble,
you don't ask why or what. You help them.

Ask anybody you like.

For the next 6 months,
I'd like you to consider this your home.

And what if one of my friends
should be a woman?

How would Mrs Esmond feel
if I brought a woman into the house?

Ask anybody you like.

Don't worry...
I won't.

Goodbye. Be brilliant.

Am I ever less?

- Sure you'll be alright?
- Of course.

- Very busy man...the doctor.
- Yes.

He lectures...

He writes...

I read one of his books
this afternoon.

In it he says childhood
is the thing that counts...

...parents and children.

But he's wrong.

People are born the way they are.

Well...so you do talk after all.

You're an American, aren't you?

Yes.

And you're Little Caesar.

Another coffee?

No thank you.

A gentleman occasionally
lights a lady's cigarette.

And a lady doesn't make
a point of it if he hasn't.

Hurt yourself?

I sprained my wrist.

Of course...Clive's army training.

Unluckily you ran into
the wrong man.

Clive's quite a guy,
even if he does write books.

Congratulations, Mrs Esmond.

Sure you won't have
some more coffee?

Quite sure.

Would you have used that gun on Clive
if he hadn't have gotten it away from you?

No.

Then why do you carry it?

Why do you ask?

Does it fascinate you?

No.

It makes me sick.

I despise criminals of any kind.
They're not one bit glamorous...

They're just stupid little animals
asking for cages.

I respect a rebel if it's
intelligent rebellion...but...

I hate stupidity.

Is that all, Mrs Esmond?

No.

I don't mind this experiment of Clive's,
even though I think it's a waste of time...

If it interests him at all,
I'll help him all I can...

Take you riding or teach you hymns.

But this is my home too,

and there's one thing I won't tolerate,
and that's rudeness.

The kind you've shown all day, or...
bad manners of any sort.

I hope that's clear to you,
Mr Clemmons.

Good night.

It's alright...I won't bite you.

- Nice people, the Esmonds.
- Too nice.

Soft in the head, to have YOU
staying in the house.

What do you mean?

You know what I mean.
I know all about you Mr Clemmons.

You've seen my picture
in the papers, have you.

Picture in the papers indeed!

I know why you're here...
You ought to be in jail, right now.

Yes, I know I ought,
but I'm not.

And I'm beginning to be
rather glad that I'm not.

What about some coffee?

My orders are to tidy up.

I'm a guest in the house.

We're going to see a rather lot
of each other, Sally.

We ought to be friends.

That's what you think.

I've given in my notice.
I'll be out of this house in a week.

Because of me?

Yes. Because of you.

Aren't servants rather hard
to get these days?

Yes, very. Madam won't like doing
her own work in the future.

And the likes of you should certainly
wait on themselves.

I don't think so, Sally.

I don't think you're leaving at all,
because I wouldn't like that.

Now clean up that mess
and get me some coffee.

Mr Esmond?

Good morning.

Good morning.

I'd like to go riding with you,
if you'd let me.

If you like.

You were 7...
when your mother died.

- Yes. - That must have been
a burden on your father.

Yes, but he was used to that.
After all he was an army man all his life.

We had a good relationship. We were
more like brothers than father and son.

- The athletic type, was he?
- Yes.

Was he disappointed
by your lack of interest in sport?

No, I don't think he cared.

How did you get on
with your stepmother?

Fine. She was a fine woman.

What did your father do
when you were kicked out of that school?

Nothing...

He was disappointed...
but he didn't mind.

- And your stepmother?
- She was a...

She was a good-natured woman...
she left those things to him.

- You really liked her!?...
- Yes!

I've told you.
I've told you a dozen times...yes!

So you have.

That was fine...I enjoyed it.

Yes... you're coming along.

That's not necessary, Frank.

What?

Oh...I'm sorry.

I think I'll stop riding for a while.

- Why?
- Oh...tired of it, I suppose.

It's not the riding, is it Mrs Esmond...
It's me.

You don't like me, do you?

You don't matter to me at all, Frank.

Not even when you
try to paw me

in what you think is
that cute, casual way.

What I don't like
is what you stand for.

- And what do I stand for?
- Something sick.

You sound just like your husband.

Clive thinks you've had
a bad childhood.

I don't think that's
a good enough excuse.

Lots of people come
from broken homes. I did.

I came from 2 homes thousands of miles apart,
and I was a stranger in both of them.

My mother hated me...literally.

But I made a life for myself
just the same.

Alright...you tell me, now I'll tell you.

You're a phoney, Mrs Esmond.

You're all safe and sound
and smooth on the outside...

You've everything you want...
That's what you tell yourself.

But inside, you've got nothing.

You're empty...you're hungry...

- Hungry?
- That's what I said.

I know your sort...
I know you so well!

You act as if nothing could shake you,
but in actual fact you're a tight wire...

And it wouldn't take very much to break you...
not very much at all.

- Is Harry here?
- Over there.

Frank!

- Been good?
- I've tried to.

Well...long time, no see!

Hello!?

Are you coming riding today?

Yeah...sure.

Give me 5 minutes.

I'm curious, inspector...

How did the police find out
Frank Clemmons was living here?

Oh, we have ways.

Of course...
I take it you don't approve.

I wouldn't say that. We know of your
professional interest in these cases.

In view of his record we thought it might be
a good idea to have a chat about it.

Good. Let's chat.

- Been behaving himself, has he?
- Of course.

- Kept regular hours?
- I've had my eye on him at all times.

That's not what I asked, doctor.

Look, Inspector, if I'm to win the boy's confidence,
he's got to be given a certain amount of freedom.

Don't let's quarrel.
The police don't want to be unfair.

And we like to see cases
straightened out and made good.

But in our opinion, Clemmons is far
too dangerous a man to be under your roof.

You're entitled to your opinion, Inspector.

We shan't do anything about it...
we can't, of course.

Unless of course
it becomes necessary.

That's fair enough. And I hope
you'll forgive my bad temper.

Of course, Doctor.

Don't you want to see Frank?
He'll be here any minute.

No, I just wanted to see you.

I'm glad you did.

- You don't mind if I don't see you out?
- Not at all.

Goodbye, Inspector.

- Oh, Inspector!
- Yes?

Good day, sir.

Good day.

Don't look so unhappy, girl.

I'm not unhappy...
but I am worried.

What about?

That policeman...
Frank's sneaking out...everything.

I don't like it either.

He's not easy...and he's clever.

Sometimes he's
like stone wall.

- Give it up, Clive.
- Give it up?

A friend of yours was here.

Yes, I know.

I saw him.

Simmons.

- Are you going to give it up?
- No.

How was the riding today?

Alright.

Glenda keeps telling me
how well you're doing.

But riding 4 hours a day
and staying out late won't mix.

You know about it.

I'm sorry...I know I shouldn't have
gone out, but...

I was in a mood...
I had to get out or explode.

I don't mind.

What I do mind is that you've been
lying to me right along.

What do you mean?

You lied about your childhood, about your
relationships with your father and mother.

She didn't die...she ran away
...I know, I checked.

Now why, Frank?

Why have you lied?

I'm sorry.

These aren't things
I like to talk about.

Why not?

You hated your father, didn't you?

Yes.

- Yes, alright, I did.
- Why?

- Because he made my mother leave.
- Leave YOU?

Leave HIM...he drove her to it.

- How?
- Because he was a cheat.

Because he was mean,
petty and cruel.

Because he was a bully
and a pompous hypocrite.

He even had my stepmother
on a string before my mother left..

What was your stepmother like?

Tall, blonde, very smart.

All ice on the outside
and rotten inside.

You didn't like her much either,
did you.

I hated her.
But she hated me too.

- But I got even with them.
- How?

That's none of your business.

How did you get even
with them, Frank?

It's none of your business!

Leave me alone.

There you are...
there's a good dog.

- Hi, Carol.
- I wouldn't go in just now, Glenda.

There's a policeman there
with Clive and Frank.

- I hope I'm not interrupting?
- My wife, Inspector.

Not at all Mrs Edmonds. I was just
telling Clemmons here how lucky he is.

- I didn't know just how lucky, either.
- Thank you.

- Is there anything else you want to ask me?
- Not much.

Oh I did want to ask you.
Do you know Menzies the jewellers?

No.

- Where were you last night?
- Here.

- All night?
- Yes.

Is that correct?

I know nothing to the contrary.

All right...

You've got a great chance here, Clemmons.

Don't spoil it.

It might help if you didn't try
to pin it onto ME...

...every time someone breaks into
Menzies or somewhere.

Good day, Doctor.

Good day, Mrs Esmond.

Clemmons, I didn't say anything
about Menzies being broken into, did I?

But it was.

I didn't do it.

I wouldn't do anything
like that to you.

Alright, Frank.

- Do you believe him, Clive?
- And you?

- He couldn't be THAT stupid.
- I hope not.

What do you think of him, Glenda?
Is he worth saving?

Do you like him?

Yes. He isn't ordinary...
He's got courage.

Under that bravado of his,
there's something rather appealing.

- I don't think he left the house.
- Let's forget it.

Let's dine out tonight.

Tonight...
Oh, darling...

I'm terribly sorry, but I promise you,
from next week on...

Yes...I know.

Be ready in a minute.

Why don't you see what's on.
The evening paper's downstairs.

OK.

Find anything?

Nothing special.
There's a new western, that's all.

That's all?....
Pretty dull...

I wanted to get out of the house tonight.

Yes, I know how you feel.

Do you?

- What would you do if you were on your own?
- Oh...I don't know...

Go to the Metro, I suppose.

- The Metro... what's that?
- It's a club in Soho.

- Is it fun?
- Yes, I like it.

Would I like it?

No. Some of the men have no manners,
the women are...

Cheap blondes in cheap dresses?

They read "Vogue" magazine too.

- They just don't happen to have so much money.
- I'm sorry.

Expensive dress...cheap remarks.

Take me to Métro, Frank.

No, you don't mean that.

Yes I do.

But you may not like it.

I'll tell you if I don't.

All right.

But go upstairs and put on something...
a little cheaper.

Poor Frank,
you're embarrassed aren't you?

Embarrassed?

- By what?
- Me.

Why should I be?

Dancing like this...

I've never felt so self-conscious before.

Do you always think people
are watching you?

I haven't heard music like this
in years.

You're more at home now?

What do you mean?

As if you were dancing
with one of your girlfriends?

But you're NOT one of my girlfriends.

No.

You wouldn't like one like me,
would you, Frank?

You're hurting me.

Don't fool around, Glenda.

You were right, Frank.
I don't like it here. I want to leave.

For Hampstead Gardens...
as soon as possible please.

You going somewhere?

Yes.

- Why?
- You know why.

- Because of me?
- Yes.

What a shame.

Poor Mrs Esmond will have to do
all her own housework now.

Sweeping...dusting...making beds.

What are you doing?

It's not very nice of you, Sally.

Especially when I asked you
not to go.

You can't stop me.
This is a free country.

Whoever told you that?

I wish I were a man!

Some day we ought to run up to Scotland...
No salmon water in the world like it.

You seem to forget our bargain
was for 6 months.

- Not forever.
- You haven't got much more to go.

- What's the matter, Frank?
- Oh, I don't know.

Maybe I'm not cut out
for a home life.

Maybe it gets on my nerves.

It's understandable, considering the kind of home
your stepmother gave you.

Why do you always bring her into it?

It's almost as if you were implying
there was something between us.

Why do you always pretend
she never existed?

You never stop...
You're worse than the police.

Come on Frank, you've got intelligence enough
to know I'm only trying to help you.

Who asked for your help?

I'm here because otherwise I'd be in jail...
and right now I wouldn't mind being there.

How was the fishing?
Did Frank enjoy it?

No, but I didn't expect him to.

Lately he resists anything
that comes from ME.

Why do you say that?

Superficially I fear I've taken on the role
of his father...and he doesn't like me very much.

Are you discouraged?

It's not easy.
Do you think he's been helped any?

I don't know. Maybe it's wrong
to tamper with people.

Maybe he'd solve his own problems
if he were left alone.

You think Frank
should be left alone?

How should I know.
I'm not God.

Meaning that I think I am?

If the halo fits, put it on.

And don't pretend you don't like
winding people up like little toys.

I must be crazy.

Why?
Because you love me?

Do I love you?

To make it worse
I'm older than you are.

What's a couple of years?

"A little older" is too much for a woman.

Not for you.

Give me a cigarette.

Frank...

Tell me the truth...
Were you mixed up in that robbery?

No!...I've told you a dozen times.

- You wouldn't lie to me, would you?
- Oh Glenda, don't nag!

I may lie to you about some things...

But not when I tell you
that I love you.

Good morning.

Go away!

Haven't you finished yet?
I thought we could go for a drive.

- I'm busy, Frank.
- Well, do it later!

I can't do it later. Please go away.

- Where to?
- Anywhere.

You'll come with me.

I told you NO.
I've got a lot of work to do.

Alright...I'll stay and I'll help you.

Frank, stop it!
Please leave me alone!

If you let me stay with you,
I want to be with you.

- You're incorrigible!
- Do you have to use long words?

I swear if you don't leave me alone
I'll scream!

Go ahead and scream,
I'd like to hear you.

- You want him to hear?
- Let him hear...go on, scream!

Frank, let me go...get out!

You're right.

- I was trying to kiss her.
- So I gathered.

- He was just being silly, Clive.
- No, not at all.

You should feel honoured, Doctor.

I don't think you're funny, Frank.

That's right.

I'd like an apology.

I apologise, Mrs Esmond.

Get out Frank.
I'll talk to you later.

And it's time for him to go.

Any time you like.

Has this ever happened before?

No.

What brought it on?

Are you trying to say
I encouraged it?

Of course not.
But I would like to know the background.

- You won't like it.
- Just the same, I...

If you must know he implied
that you were neglecting me...

and that there might be something
between you and Carol.

Carol!?

He was looking for trouble,
asking for it.

Just trying to annoy you through me.
I should think that's perfectly obvious.

Obvious or not, he certainly succeeded.

Well, shall I get rid of him?

That's up to you.

I'd hate to give up on it
at this point.

Do anything you want.

I think I'll beg off that hospital
board meeting tonight.

Clive...for heaven's sake...
I can take care of myself.

Alright.

That can't happen again, Frank.

Why not?

I'd have it out, if you had the nerve
to go through with it.

You really want him to throw you out?
Where would you go...jail?

- He'd have to catch us first.
- Us?

You don't think I'd go alone, do you?

Can you get out tonight?

- You are a ninny!
- Yes, I know.

But can you get out tonight?

Yes.

Come on, it's time we went.

Of course we're not.
I'm having too good a time.

I'm ready for a showdown
any time you are.

Glenda!

- Alright...you've had it.
- What?

- A police car, you'd better stop.
- You bore me.

- Is the doctor in please?
- These are not consulting hours.

This is private business.
It's to do with Miss Foster.

Would you just wait there.

Someone at the door
to see the doctor about Sally.

- Trouble?
- Yeah, I think so.

Get Clive.

I'm Mrs Esmond. Please come in.
- Thank you.

- Mr...
- Bailey.

- You've come about Sally?
- That's right ma'am.

Perhaps I can help you?

I'd rather wait
until the doctor gets here, ma'am.

If you like.

- How is Sally?
- She's quite well.

- Working?
- Yes, no difficulty about that.

This is Mr Bailey, Clive.
He's a friend of Sally's.

We're going to be married.

Congratulations!
Come and sit down.

No thank you.

- Is this Frank Clemmons?
- Yes.

It's about him and Sally.

I've come here on Sally's behalf...
on a certain matter that has to be cleared up.

I think you know what I mean.

She was assaulted by this Frank Clemmons
in your house.

I only heard about it yesterday.

- I didn't know that.
- It's true. Sally doesn't lie.

When she told me, my impulse was
to come and knock his block off.

Well, here I am.

But that's too good for 'im.

And much too risky.

The best way to deal with him
is to put him where he belongs.

I want you to go to the police.

But you came here instead.

I just wanted you to know
what I'd decided to do.

Sally wanted to forget about
the whole thing..

She's scared of Clemmons,
but I'm not scared.

I want to see him in jail.

- What's he supposed to have done?
- Ruined her clothes...knocked her down.

- He wouldn't let her leave here.
- That's a lie!

Sally doesn't lie...she's been terrified
ever since she left here.

Look, Mr Bailey, there must be
some practical intelligent...

With all due respect, Doctor...

- Drop it, Bailey!
- Shut up, Frank!

Let him go on.
You can see the type he is.

Mr. Bailey, would you come along
to my office for a minute?

Alright.

So you see, Mr Bailey...

All of us are capable of anything,
given the right provocation.

Clemmons had a childhood that drove him
to the verge of killing.

I'm trying to destroy
his urge to hate and fight back.

He must see, Mr Bailey,
that in you, in me...

In the dark forests of every
human personality, there's a tiger...

A sleeping tiger.

- Well?
- I persuaded him to forget it.

Psychology pays off.

Is the girl telling the truth?

Yes.

Yes, I did push her around.

I don't know what came over me.

I just didn't want Mrs Esmond
to be stuck with the housework, I suppose.

Commendable!...
I'm sure she's grateful.

It was a stupid thing to do.
I wouldn't do a thing like that now.

I'm glad to hear it.

Well, what's the matter?

Don't look at me as if
I were a juvenile delinquent!

Oh, it's you!

- Who did you think it was?
- For a moment, a burglar.

- What are you doing down here?
- I thought I heard a noise.

You might have swung
this poker at me, or I at you.

Someone might have been killed.
Goodnight Frank.

So you took care of Bailey?

You persuaded him
not to go to the police.

Why didn't you tell me it was £100
you persuaded him with?

I didn't think it mattered.

It does matter...
You bribed him!

Not exactly.
We owe Sally something for her trousseau.

You bribed him to bribe me.

I'm your guinea-pig and you're trying
to buy my friendship.

I admit there are better tests
of friendship.

Well, you can't buy me, Dr Esmond.

I'll pay you back, with interest!

If you feel that way, Frank.
Turn out the lights when you go up...hm?

I've come to check the telephone.

- Oh...what seems to be the trouble?
- Trouble with the dialling.

Come on...get out!

What's in there?

Alright.

Now you open the safe.

Come on it's not your money...
don't die for it.

Come on!...fill it!

Give it up, Clive.
Please!

It's not that easy.

Not as hard as going on with it.

It's no good.

An experiment that went wrong.

Call it quits and forget it.

I can't.

I suppose I could use a rest...
More time for myself, for Glenda.

It's not as if I have to prove how good I am,
or if quitting would be a personal defeat.

But I can't quit...
I can't let the boy down..

I know there's something there
worth saving.

Alright, Clive.

He hates me, you know.

I don't quite know why.

What's the matter?

It's a police car.
I was with you all day.

- Where were you?
- At the butcher's.

- And before that?
- At the hairdresser's.

- I was with you.
- At the hairdresser's...that's ridiculous.

A very interesting story, Inspector.

Almost as interesting as your
preoccupation with Frank.

I have some comments...but you'd rather
talk to Frank, wouldn't you?

Yes.

Hullo, Inspector.

- It's nice to see you again.
- I can't keep away from you, lad.

Usually I have no feelings for a case,
but you're different.

You've had a chance in a million
and you've spat on it.

So it's going to be a pleasure
to get you.

Let me boil the inspector's story down,
at least as far as he's told me.

- Do you mind, Simmons?
- Go ahead.

A manager says he was confronted
by a young man in his twenties...

who was wearing a raincoat...perhaps not...
and perhaps he was wearing glasses.

And he might have been freckled,

and perhaps the manager saw nothing at all,

because all he could keep his eyes on
was the revolver staring him in the face.

- Dr Esmond!
- Would you say I'm being unfair?

Or did you neglect to say
you have a warrant for his arrest?

I haven't.

I just wanted to ask him to step along
and see the manager.

Are you serious. Are you proposing
an identification parade of one?

How do you know
we didn't take fingerprints?

Because, if you did, you'd have a warrant
in your pocket right now.

No, I was always certain
you didn't have fingerprints.

Why?

How could you. Frank was with me
all afternoon.

Not all afternoon, naturally...he did
spend some time shopping with my wife.

But while I made my rounds early in the day,
he sat in the car and waited.

And for periods not exceeding 10 minutes.

Hardly time to dash down to Oxford Street
and do that job.

- Do you mean that?
- I do.

Are you prepared to swear
to that statement?

Certainly.

I ask you to withdraw it,
Dr Esmond.

No.

I think I understand
what you're trying to do.

But have you considered that
a conviction for perjury would ruin you?

For the last time...are you prepared
to withdraw that statement?

If you do, you need have no fear
that it'll ever be mentioned.

No.

Do you mind if I search the premises?

Without a search warrant?

Let's not start all over again, Inspector.

I'm going to pull no punches, Doctor...
I promise you.

I need a drink.

How about you, Frank?

No thanks.

Where's the gun?

In your desk.

And the money?

I've got some.
The rest's in there.

Bring it out and along to the office.
And don't let's waste time.

I want you to be clear about this, Carol.

When I left for the clinic today,
Frank was with me.

- I didn't know...
- Well, you know now.

He was with me all afternoon.

I dropped him on the way home
so he could buy some cigarettes.

Don't let me down.

There it is.

- Is this all of it?
- No.

We'll put it in a plain package
and send it back.

You would do that for me?

- Do you wish me to?
- Yes please.

No thank you.

Go on, drink it up. We deserve it.
We've been in a tight spot.

It WAS a tight spot!

Robbery in broad daylight...
That was a tight spot, too.

Yes.

It's a wonder you didn't kill that manager.

If he'd made a move,
you'd have done it, wouldn't you?

Yes.

I wanted to kill him...
I almost did.

Did he remind you of your father?

My father? No he didn't look
anything like HIM.

I was once in a tight spot like this
with HIM.

You what?

It was MY money.

I'd saved up to buy a bicycle.

He was keeping it for me and when I asked him
for it he wouldn't give it to me...

But it was MY money.

So I...

went out and stole one.

Then the police came.

I was so scared, I ran and begged him
to hide me, like a kid...

He wouldn't...he turned me over to them.

He made a great speech about
what a great citizen he was.

I suppose they thought
he was really quite a man.

Justice, he said, must be done.

I was going to kill him. The day I got out of jail
I was going to kill him.

I jumped him!

What happened Frank?

He was too strong...

He just twisted my arm
behind my back,

and made me kneel down
in front of her.

And then he beat me.

I'll always remember the pattern
on that carpet...blue and yellow.

No wonder you hated them.

Mostly him.

How I hated HIM!

Then a week later he was dead.

And you were left
with your step-mother.

The day they buried him...
that night...

She got drunk.

She started screaming at me:

"You killed him! You killed him!"

Did you?

I'd prayed for it.

I wanted him to die.
I killed him!

What did the doctor write
on the death certificate?

Heart.

- You hated him. You wished him dead.
- Yes!

- You got your wish.
- Yes.

- He died. You were guilty of murder.
- Yes.

- And you deserve to be punished.
- I know!

You didn't kill your father.

But when he died you had to provide
your own punishment

which you've been trying to do.

All you wanted was to love him...

but he made it impossible,
turning it into fear.

Hate, guilt and fear...

And the guilt and fear
making more hatred.

Don't you see Frank...All your life
you've been following that pattern.

Your youth, your strength, your hopes.

All wasted in a lie.

You didn't kill your father.

Wasted...wasted.

I don't know any more.

I don't know any more.

Clive?

Help me.

I won't wait...

Hullo?

There's a problem about dinner, darling.

It's 6 o'clock now.
I've got to be at the university at 8

I don't think there's time
to come home.

Oh I see. Well how many
am I to expect for dinner?

Well Frank wants to go with me again.

Why don't you join us
and we'll eat together, later.

No you two run along.

I've already fixed something.

I'll be quite happy.

Alright...goodbye.

Hullo...took everything but my keys.

- How are you, darling?
- Surprised.

I had an article to do
for the journal.

Have you a bight to eat
in the house?

Short notice to feed
two hungry men.

Oh, Frank's not with me...
He's got the fishing bug.

He decided to stay
a few more days.

Is there anything the matter?

No.

- Why should there be?
- You haven't said 3 words in an hour.

I'm just tired, that's all.

I thought with your steady boarder
out of the way...

There's still enough work to do
around the house.

You don't seem to have tried very hard
to replace Sally.

It's harder to find someone
than do your own work.

Unless you're up to neither.

Glenda, I was going to suggest...

Don't prescribe for me, Clive!

I lost my temper, Clive.
But you nag!

I'm sorry, darling.

I've been under a strain...
If that's any excuse.

YOU under a strain?

It's hard to imagine you with nerves.

I don't want to dramatise it,
but a case like Frank's isn't easy.

The things you can't do, Glenda.

You can't show fear, dislike, weakness of any kind, even...jealousy.

Jealousy?

But you’re the one who's paid for it.
I've neglected you shamefully and I know it.

I couldn't blame you if you just
chucked it all and left.

But I want to make it up to you darling.

Why don't we go away for a month...
maybe two.

Not you alone, or me either...
together.

It's been a long time.

-Your planned lecture tour?
- I'll cancel it.

What are we going to do with Frank?

He's pretty much on his own now...
He'll manage.

You're the best judge...of course.

Mr Clemmons?

- Room 3, madam.
- Thanks.

Now tell me what's wrong?

Nothing.

Then why have you avoided me?

I told you...I can't stand around
in that house any longer.

He wants to take me away
on a holiday for months.

Don't worry...I won't go.

I wouldn't go anywhere
without YOU.

Darling...

You asked me to go away with you...
I was afraid before, but I'm not now.

It would be wonderful...wouldn't it?

We're just alike, we know each other,
we're fighting the same things..

Maybe that's why it had to happen
between us, Frank.

Now I feel we can make it work.

You'll leave Clive?

Yes.

I don't love him.
I don't know if I ever did.

What about those 'creature comforts'?

I've HAD them.

I want the things I've never had.

You'd be miserable in 6 months.

Try me!

- When?
- Soon.

Very soon.

- Now pack your things and I'll drive you back.
- I don't think I'd better.

I could drop you just outside town.

I'll get the train.

When?

Some time tomorrow.

No.

This afternoon.

Call Clive and tell him you've changed your mind.
I'll have dinner for you.

Alright.

Don't miss the train.

Don't keep me waiting, Frank.

You've never seen me really angry.

I warn you.

You don't know what I'm capable of.

Was it raining in the country, Frank?

Yes, it was a little this morning.

Alright...I'll get it.

I'm expecting a call.

- Hullo?
- Clemmons?

Yes.

Yes, alright.

I'll be there.

A friend of mine.

Don't worry...history isn't
repeating itself again.

Six months ago.
It seems such a short time!

Six months...There were times
when I thought it would never end.

- But it has ended, hasn't it?
- Yes, you're free now, Frank.

Yes, I'm free.

Still I want you to know you can stay here
as long as you like.

That you're more than welcome.

I want you to feel very sure of yourself
before you try to...buck the world again.

Yes, thank you.

Glenda and I are planning
a long holiday.

We've planned them before but somehow...
You know the same old story.

This time, I really want to follow through...
only...

Frankly, we're worried about you.

You don't have to worry about me,
because I'm going away too...

Tonight.

Tonight?

Why tonight?

I have to meet Inspector Simmons
at the police station.

That was him on the 'phone
just now.

Simmons? But why?

I knew it had to be faced some day...
but it could have been handled.

This is something I wanted
to talk to you about, but...

I felt it was a decision
I had to make for myself.

You said just now I was free.

Well I won't be free
until I've...paid off.

'Til I'm all square...then I'll be free.

That's why I phoned Simmons
this afternoon.

- I see.
- I wish I did.

I think we'd better have coffee
and talk this over.

No thank you, Glenda.

I still have some packing to do.

Glenda, will you and Carol spare me
from the washing up...I want to talk to Frank.

Certainly.

Clive...

I've an awful lot to be grateful to you for...
and a lot to regret..

- Regrets?
- Yes...

Inspector Simmons
sent a message to you.

He said he didn't remember
your last conversation.

Goodbye.

Not yet...I'll drive you over
when you're ready.

Well?

You heard.

But I didn't get it.

It's what it sounded like.

- I thought we were leaving together.
- You know where I’m going.

You must be out of your mind.

But anyway...Clive will be there tomorrow,
pleading for you.

They'll let you off easy.

Then what?

Then I'm never going to see you again.

Why?

Because I can't go on
hurting Clive any longer.

Clive?

What about me?

Be human...be decent.

I've been sick all my life
and he's cured me.

I couldn't go on living like that
any longer.

You haven't answered my question...
What about me?

It's a little late in the day for conscience.

Or does conscience always come late...
after you've had your fun?

Don't let's quarrel, Glenda.

You're not going to give me notice
like a waitress.

One of your servant friends...
one of your pickups from the Metro.

Don't let's end it like this.

Then it mustn't end.

It HAS ended.

Frank...

Frank, please!

Now tell me you're leaving me.

I'm leaving.

Glenda, what is it?
What happened, tell me!

Glenda, for God's sake
tell me what happened!

It was Frank.

Yes, Frank.

Your pupil...you guinea pig...

Your reformed character
paying off!

Give him a medal?

Clive, don't!

Please!

Clive...

- People killed him.
- Yes.

You killed him...

Is he dead?
You killed him?

It's what you wanted, isn't it?

Yes.

He was leaving me, Clive...

Me!

Not you...me!

'The Man Who Knew Everything'!

The man who could work miracles...
but couldn't keep his wife.

And then he changed...
he walked out on you.

He's dead!

He isn't dead, Glenda.
he's gone.

He isn't dead...he's gone.

I'm not blaming you for anything...
all the mistakes were mine.

Glenda, wait a minute...
Where are you going?

Guess?

No, let her go.

It's been wrong between you for years,
you'll never put it right.

- Frank, get in quickly.
- What's happened?

Get in!

Then I ran from the house.

He was raving..insane...

I can't believe that Clive...
I've got to get back.

You can't! He has your gun.

- He says he'll kill you if he finds you.
- I've got to get back to him.

You don't understand...

He's crazy...he says he's going to kill you.

Turn around!

- Well, stop the car!
- No!

- Pull up and let me out!
- No!

We've got to help her.

There's no help for her sake.