All language subtitles for The.Fourth.Victim.1971.DUBBED.1080p.BluRay.x265-RARBG

(bright music)

(singers vocalizing)

(water gurgling)
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(water splashing)

(singers vocalizing)

(engine rumbling)
(birds chirping)

(gravel crunching)

(water splashing)

(dial spinning)

(singers vocalizing)
(bright music)

(bell tolling)

(dirt clattering)

- Hey, where would I find Mr. Anderson?

- He's over there.

- Thank you.

Dig her up again, will you?

It's the Magistrate's orders.

(bell tolling)

Are you Arthur Anderson?

- Yes.

- Superintendent Dunphy

of the Criminal Investigation Department

of New Scotland Yard.

You're, I'm afraid, on a
rather disagreeable mission.

- Well, I don't think anybody comes here

on a pleasant mission, Mr. Dunphy.

- Yes, you're right.

- Would you mind holding
these for a minute?

- Well, I...

- Thank you.

- Ah, here we are (chuckles).

Yeah, this paper, Mr. Anderson,

is the Magistrate's
order for the exhumation

of Mrs. Gladys Anderson's body.

It is to go to London for an autopsy, eh?

Somebody's preferred charges.

Somebody who questions the
cause of your wife's death,

so you may have to stand trial for murder.

- And who made the charge?

- The company that you insure with, eh?

The British and Commonwealth
Insurance Company.

- Ah, thank you.

(bell tolls)

- Hm, another of your family, Sir?

- Yes, my wife.

- Your wife you say?

That means they're digging
up the wrong woman.

- No, no, no, no, no, wait.

This was my previous wife.

- You had me worried then.

You were remarried are you?

- Three times.

- I see.

Three, whoa.

That's quite a handful, eh?

(bright music)

- [Woman] Paper, please.

- [Man] Go on, then.

20 a piece.

(woman speaking faintly)

There.

- Oh, that it is-
- There.

(soft music)

(court chattering)

- Are you, Arthur Anderson?

- Yes, Sir.

- You are charged that on
the 12th day of June, 1970,

within the jurisdiction of this,

the Central Criminal Court,

you did murder Gladys Anderson.

How do you plead?

Guilty or not guilty?

- Not guilty.

(court clamoring)

- Are you the Senior Forensic
Officer at New Scotland Yard?

- Yes, Sir.

- [Prosecutor] And did you carry out

the postmortem on Gladys Anderson?

- Yes, Sir, I did.

- Would you tell the court your findings?

- It was impossible to establish

the cause of death with
absolute certainty.

Mrs. Anderson apparently
died from drowning.

- Would you please explain to the court

the exact sense in which
you use the term apparently.

- Yes.

The postmortem showed the presence

of a large dose of the
barbiturate, Seconal,

in the bloodstream of the deceased.

- How large a dose?

- In my estimation, at lethal dose.

- How do you tie this up

with your reference to drowning, Doctor?

- It's my opinion that when Mrs. Anderson

went into the swimming pool,

she was already in a comatose condition.

(court clamoring)

- Mr. Mitchell, is it right that you,

in your capacity as Managing Director

of the British and Commonwealth
Insurance Company requested

an investigation into

the circumstances surrounding
Mrs. Anderson's death?

- Yes, Sir.

- Why?

- Mr. Anderson has been
widowed three times,

and as his three wives
all carried life insurance

with my company-
- Objection, me Lord.

Can this really be admissible?

Are the prosecution really suggesting

that it is reprehensible to be a widower?

I am one, my Lord, and if
I might be impertinent,

I believe your Lordship is one, too.

(judge coughs)

- I find it quite admissible.

- You say that Mr. Anderson

had insured the lives of his
three wives with your company.

Would you mind telling the court

the amount of these insurance policies?

- For the first Mrs.
Anderson, 5,000 pounds.

For the second, 40,000.

For the third, 120,000.

- And if I'm not mistaken,

that comes to 165,000 pounds
over a period of three years.

Evidently, the profession of widower

is a remunerative one for Mr. Anderson.

- Me Lord, really, I-
- Yes, yes.

I think that's an improper remark.

- Deleted.

My apologies, your Lordship.

Mr. Mitchell, would you tell the jury

what was the exact nature
of the claims Mr. Anderson

had previously made to your company?

- He told us that the
first Mrs. Anderson died

in a traffic accident when
she was driving his car

which had faulty brakes,

that the second Mrs. Anderson

was killed when she fell from
a building under construction

which she was visiting with her husband,

and that the third Mrs. Anderson,

died from an overdose of barbiturates,

which her husband had bought.

(court clamoring)

(bright music)

- I swear by Almighty
God that the evidence

I will give to this
court will be the truth,

the whole truth and nothing but the truth.

- Mr. Anderson, you have
made a plea of not guilty.

Then why did you conceal the true cause

of the death of your wife?

The certificate you tricked
Dr. Brooke of Ludview

into signing only stated
embolism of the lungs.

- I thought my wife died of drowning.

I didn't want a postmortem to be done.

- Very touching.

And didn't you have other motives

for pretending your wife
had died a natural death?

Answer the question, Mr. Anderson.

- My other wives died in accidents.

This time, I was afraid.

- Afraid of what, Mr. Anderson?

Oh, no, you don't need to reply.

It would be quite logical
to be afraid, Mr. Anderson.

I am going to ask you a question

you are not obliged to answer,

but if you choose to do so,

remember you are under oath.

When you married each of
your perspective wives,

were you in love with them

or were you merely
interested in their fortunes?

- Me Lord, that cannot
be a proper question.

- You may continue.

The witness will answer the question.

- Yes, I loved them.

I never lied to them.

(court clamoring)

- And were you still in love with them

at the moment of their death?

Weren't you tired of them?

Weren't you weary of having to live

with a woman you no longer loved?

- The most important thing
in my life has been love.

I can't live with a
woman that I don't love.

- Answer the question.

Did you or did you not love them

at the time of their death?

- No, I did not love them.

(court clamoring)

- Felicity Downing.

- [Bailiff] Felicity Downing.

- I have served in Mr. Anderson's house

for 15 years and I'm quite certain

he has never killed anybody.

- The jury will decide that, Mrs. Downing.

I only want to ask you a few questions.

Was Mrs. Anderson in the
habit of taking barbiturates?

- Yes.

- Since when?

- A few months after she was married.

She seemed to change in many ways

from being a very happy, outgoing person.

She became sad and hardly
ever left the house.

I think she was ill.

- Mrs. Downing, could you tell

the court is the conjugal relations

between Mr. and Mrs. Anderson were,

shall we say, affectionate?

- You mean were they in
love with each other?

- Did they sleep together?

- No.

For some months, Mr. Anderson

had been sleeping in the guest room.

- No more questions, my Lord.

- [Man] Witness may stand down.

(court clamoring)

- Is anything wrong, Mrs. Downing?

- Well, Sir, the prosecutor wouldn't allow

me to answer the questions as I wanted,

but now I can see

that you're accusing
Mr. Anderson unjustly,

and there are a few
things that I would like

to add to my testimony.

- I object, my Lord.

This is highly irregular.

The witness has already
given her evidence.

- If the witness has
something important to say,

let her return to the witness box.

- Mrs. Downing, you are still under oath.

You may proceed.

- On the night before Mrs. Anderson died,

I seem to recall it was 10:30,

I went into Mrs. Anderson's room.

She had a glass and
some pills in her hand.

She was going to swallow
a whole bottle of Seconal.

I forced the glass and the pills away

from her and told her I
would tell Mr. Anderson.

The poor woman began to cry.

She begged not to say anything to anyone,

and now I'm paying for not doing so.

The fault was mine.

If I had told someone,
she would still be here.

(court clamoring)

- Mr. Foreman?

Have you reached a verdict
upon which you're all agreed?

- Yes.

- Do you find the prisoner
guilty or not guilty?

- We find the prisoner not guilty.

(court clamoring)

(bright music)

- Why are we sittin' here?

You promised to take me to
the sale at Self ridge's.

- [Superintendent Dunphy]
Oh, don't worry, my dear,

we will get there.

(engine rumbling)

- It's my own fault.

I shoulda gone this
morning with Mrs. Harris.

It's your own interests.

She told me they've got some lovely shoes

there for only three pounds.

What are you lookin' at?

Who's that man?

- He's the one and only man I admire.

He'd had three wives, dear.

And he got rid of them all.

And it made him rich.

I'll only be a moment.

- What's the matter with you?

You're not on duty today.

- The police, dear, are always on duty.

(gentle music)

- Hello, Superintendent.

- Fancy seeing you here, Anderson.

- Why are you following me?

- Good Lord, no one follows you.

You must have a very furtive imagination.

- Yeah.

- Anderson, if you're thinking

of taking a holiday I suggest

you pick somewhere like the Bahamas.

Best time in the year now.

You won't get bored as
there are hundreds of rich,

beautiful girls there
looking for adventure.

- Have you anything specific
to say to me, Mr. Dunphy?

- All right, I'll be frank with you.

I am not happy you got off today

because I am sure committed murder,

and I intend to prove it.

- You're forgetting I can't be tried

for the same offense twice.

- And you are forgetting Mr. Anderson

there are many women
still left in the world,

especially in the sunny Bahamas.

Fascinating millionairess's, hm?

You will be married again
in no time, I bet you.

- Oh, no, I won't.

But if I want to, you won't stop me.

- On the contrary, I'd like to see it.

I'll just wait.

Are an expert at that, Mr. Anderson?

- Have you ever been in love?

- I've been married for 20 years,

so of course I've been in love.

- And it's easy to see

that you're happily married, Mr. Dunphy.

Congratulations.

It doesn't happen to everyone.

-Hm.

(engines rumbling)

(gentle music)
(singer vocalizing)

- Oh, Mr. Anderson, why didn't you let

me know you were coming back?

I'd have had the house in order.

- I'm only staying a few days.

- If you want, I can make
you something to eat?

- No thank you, I'm not hungry.

- Should you want anything
at all, Sir, just ask.

I know what you've been through.

- Thank you.

Felicity, what you said in
the court about Mrs. Anderson,

was that true?

- No, Sir.

- Then why did you say it?

- I wanted to help you, Sir.

Things seem to be getting so complicated.

- Do you think I'm guilty?

- No.

It's the very last thing I think of.

I've been putting a few things away,

things that might make you suffer.

There's this portrait.

Shall we put it back up on the wall?

- No, put it away.

- I'll go and put it up in the attic.

- [Arthur] Felicity?

- Yes, Sir?

- You've been with me for 20 years

and I know that you're very
fond of me as I am of you,

but do you think I'm a strange man?

- Why should you ask that, Sir?

- Oh, I don't know, because
I don't feel anything.

At first I was almost afraid

of coming back here but it's
like nothing had happened.

The house is no emptier
than it was before.

(pensive music)

(clock chiming)
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(bright music)

(singer vocalizing)

(water splashing)

(gentle music)

(water splashing)

- Hey!

What do you think you're doing?

- Swimming!

- Very funny.

- I felt so hot.

This is the only house in
the neighborhood with a pool.

- What are you doing
here, looking for a story?

I mean, you work for some newspaper?

(Julie chuckles)

- Me?

I don't even read the newspapers.

(Julie sighs)

Hand me the towel, will you?

Say, are you so important
that the journalists

come at midnight to interview you?

- I'd be obliged if you'd leave.

- I'm sorry, I suppose
this is your property.

- Yes, it is and you are trespassing.

- Oh, don't be angry.

The house has been dark
for such a long time,

so I've used the pool.

I didn't think there
was anybody living here.

- Miss, look, I don't know who you are

and I don't really-
- Oh!

Julie, Julie Spencer.

I don't suppose you'd invite

a neighbor in for a glass of whiskey?

- I'm sorry, I prefer to be alone.

- Oh, well, over and out.

What a pity.

I certainly have enjoyed
this swimming pool.

Are you sure you don't
wanna be more friendly?

- Quite sure.

- Maybe you'll miss me once I'm gone.

- Miss Spencer, why did
you really come here?

- I told you, because it was
hot and I wanted to swim.

I live in that Dracula house

on the other side of the lake.

If you come calling on me,
I'll offer you a drink.

(bright music)

Bye bye.

(music continues)
(engine rumbling)

(upbeat mysterious music)

(dial spinning)

Hello?

Yes, it's me.

Mm hm.

I just met him.

(birds calling)

(hooves clomping)

(engine rumbling)

(gentle music)

- Isn't it a little
dangerous so near the edge?

- I wonder what you think about

in that instant when you
know you're going to die.

- Never bothered me.

Now, you come away from there,

you're making me nervous.

(Julie chuckles)

- I come here often.

I like this spot.

It changes appearance according
to the mood you're in.

The first time I came
here I was very depressed.

What are you doing here?

- Oh, I was just passing by.

- And you thought, there's the
girl I met the other night.

Now, I'll just stop by and apologize.

- No, that wasn't exactly my intention.

- Oh?

Well, why are you here?

- Like I said, just passing by.

- I confess, I knew you were
at home the other night.

I stopped in deliberately.

- I thought so.

- Well, I was curious to find
out what you were really like.

You're different than
the newspaper photos.

- Better or worse?

- Just different.

(chuckles) Do you control your impulses?

When I have an impulse I can't resist it.

- Well, I'm learning to.

I passed by your house the other day

and I didn't come in.

(Julie chuckles)

- Your house is full of feminine details.

Did your last wife decorate it?

- My last wife and the one before.

(Julie chuckles)

- Well, still, I would've
done it differently.

- Of course, I've only seen your house

from the outside but it seems

a bit big for one person, doesn't it?

- That's true.

Why don't you invite me to stay here?

(Arthur chuckles)

- Haven't you any family?

- I have no immediate family left.

My only sister died recently.

I lived in that house when I
was a small child (laughs).

That was a long time ago.

- Not that long ago.

- My grandmother raised me in America.

America's always seemed more like home.

The house here was always a sad house.

I had to come back to see it,

see if there was anything
worthwhile remembering,

but there wasn't.

There was a painting here, wasn't there?

Of Gladys.

- Yes.

- I thought I wanted to collect memories.

But it is better to wipe them out.

That's not always easy is it?

Arthur, were you happily
married to Gladys?

- No.

- Why not?

- Well, getting married's
like going into a tunnel.

Sometimes you just don't
come out the other side.

- But you've been happy
with me the past few days,

isn't that true?

- Julie, what is it you want?

- Don't you know?

(gentle music)

(singer vocalizing)

(pensive music)

(engine rumbling)

(tire squealing)

(animals calling)
(crickets chirping)

(branch snaps)

Who's there?

(dramatic music)

(Julie gasps)

Who are you?

- Oh, I'm so sorry.

I was told this house
was up for rent and...

- Well, whoever told
you that was mistaken.

I live here.

- Oh, then you are-

- Julie Spencer.

- Oh, excuse me for disturbing you.

I'd better go.

- Who are you?

- It's not important, I
just thought the house

was up for rent, that's all.

Are you going to be living
here very much longer?

- I don't know.

- Do you live here alone?

- Haven't I seen you somewhere before?

- No, never.

No, I am sure you haven't.

(pensive music)

(horn honking)

- Good morning, Felicity!

- He's not at the house today.

- When will he be back?

- I don't know.

Two or three months.

He's gone abroad.

- [Julie] Abroad?

- Yes, he decided on
the spur of the moment.

- Where's he going?

- Miss Julie, take my advice.

Don't look for him or you might regret it.

- Why?

Do you think I'm in danger?

Where's he gone?

- Mr. Anderson said I was to tell no one,

especially not you.

- Tell me.

(boat horn blaring)

(tires squealing)

(engines rumbling)

Arthur, don't go.

- [Arthur] How did you
know where to find me?

- Felicity told me where you were.

Why are you leaving me?

- Julie, the hovercraft's
leaving in a few minutes.

- But if you run away what will I do?

- Whatever it was you were doing

before we met I suppose.

Now, listen, Julie, I don't know

whether you're from the police

or the insurance company
or just an ordinary woman,

and quite frankly I don't really care.

- That's not true.

I know how you really feel about me.

But I didn't think you were such a coward.

What are you afraid of,
the newspaper headlines?

"Arthur Anderson Marries
for a Fourth Time.

How Long Will This Wife Last?"

- Julie, I've got to get on board.

- Oh, of course they'll be following you

and there'll be nasty
gossip about both of us,

but it doesn't matter
to me, not in the least.

I love you.

(engine rumbling)

(boat horn blaring)

This is for you.

- What is it?

- An insurance policy for 50,000 pounds,

and you're the beneficiary.

- But, but why?

- To prove I trust you.

- How did you come to pick this company?

- Well, it's the company
you've always used isn't it?

- Uh huh.

- (laughs) When I told the
managing director your name,

(laughs) he nearly wept.

Why don't we invite him to the wedding?

- Yeah (chuckles).
(Julie laughs)

(gentle music)

- May the good Lord watch over you,

and keep you both in health and happiness.

I hereby pronounce you man and wife.

Those whom the Lord has joined together,

let no man put asunder.

Amen.

Oh, don't forget, your
witnesses must sign the book.

- I hope you'll both
be very happy together.

- Thank you.

- Thank you.

(door creaking)

I was afraid you were going to be late.

- I am late.

Sorry about that.

- [Arthur] Would you
like to kiss the bride?

- Of course.

Mrs. Anderson, may I ask you why

you insisted that I be a
witness at your wedding?

- I wanted to set your mind at rest.

- Set my mind at rest?

- Yes, this time your
company has made a good deal.

(Julie chuckles)

- We intend to be very, very happy.

- [Arthur] Thank you.

- Thank you.
- And goodbye.

- [Felicity] Goodbye.

- I hope you have an eternal honeymoon.

- Would you be so kind
as to sign the book?

- I think that woman's just done

the most stupid thing in her entire life.

- If that turns out to be the case,

the responsibility will be ours.

- Want me to carry you up?

- Oh, don't be old fashioned.

(gentle music)

What's in here?

- [Arthur] No, you're going the wrong way.

- Oh!

I wanted to see my house.

- Just the guestrooms.

- And this?

(knob rattles)

It's locked.

- [Arthur] It leads up to the attic.

- Oh.

Anything interesting up there?

- No, just a lotta old things.

Here, I'll show you
something really important.

(gentle music)

- Ah.

(music continues)

- Would you like some champagne?

- Yes, very cold.

Oh, Arthur?

And don't be too long, hm?

(Arthur chuckles)

(bright music)

- Mr. Anderson?

The same as usual?

- Yes, as usual.

- Oh, excuse me, Sir,

what made you decide to
remain here for tonight?

You know that's a little unusual.

- My wife preferred to stay here.

Goodnight, Felicity.

Julie?

Julie?

(singer vocalizing)
(gentle music)

(Julie gasps)

(bowl clattering)

Well, well, well.

The champagne is getting cold and so am I.

- I'm sorry.

It's just my feminine curiosity.

- Really?

Now, what's so damned fascinating

about this attic that you
couldn't wait to get up here?

- I was looking at these paintings.

That was Gladys wasn't it?

- So what?

If there was something up
here you wanted to see,

you only had to ask me.

You didn't have to break in.

Now then, who are you and
why are you spying on me?

- Let go.

- Not until you tell me
what you're looking for.

- You are hurting me!

- Hurting you?

You deceitful little bitch.

I oughta break your bloody neck!

- Is that what you did to Gladys?

(hand slaps)
(dramatic music)

- [Arthur] Julie!

(music continues)

Julie, open the door!

(gentle music)

(hammer tapping)

- Hey, is the lady of the house at home?

- The one who lived here?

- Uh huh.

- She left very early, Guv.

- Do you know where she went?

- She went that way, towards the coast.

(engine rumbling)

She was in a bleedin' hurry and all.

- You may take that sign away.

The place is already let.

(engine rumbling)
(birds calling)

(dial spinning)

- Hello, Felicity?

Has my wife come back?

- No, Sir, not yet, and
she hasn't called either.

(engine rumbling)

- No, I don't think
anything's happened to her.

I think I know where to find her.

Good afternoon.

My name is Arthur Anderson.

- What can I do for you, Sir?

- I'd like to report that
my wife has disappeared.

- Well, wasn't she buried a month ago?

- Oh, don't be so damned stupid.

I'm talking about my new wife.

- Ah, so you've been married again?

- Yes.
- When?

- Yesterday, didn't you know?

- No.

- And I suppose Superintendent
Dunphy didn't know either?

- Superintendent Dunphy of Scotland Yard?

- Yeah.

- What makes you think he'd know?

- Because I just saw him leaving here.

Well, he told me that
I'd get married again

but I never imagined that
he'd pick my wife for me.

- I don't know what
you're talking about, Sir.

You came here to report

the disappearance of your wife, right?

- Yes.

- Then sit down here and let me fill in

the details for the report.

What's your wife's name?

- Her name is Julie Spencer.

- Did you say Spencer?

-Hm.

Why?

You know her?

- Julie Spencer?

I think I do.

- Yeah, I mighta known it.

- I'm sure she was one
of the people involved

in an investigation we had.

- What investigation?

- If my memory serves me
right it was in May 1967.

That's right.

Here we are.

- [Arthur] What happened?

- You mean you didn't know about it?

Julie Mallory nee Spencer.

Trial dates, May 13th to May 20th.

Psychiatrist demonstrates that
the accused was mentally ill.

Remanded for treatment
to the Shepherd Clinic.

- That's nonsense!

- Julie Spencer was accused of killing

her husband, Frank Mallory.

That's it, Mr. Anderson.

If you ask me, some sort of shock

has made her insane again.

- What do you mean insane?

- Well, didn't she tell you about it?

- [Arthur] No.

What was the name of that clinic?

- Dr. Shepherd's.

- [Arthur] Thanks.

- I doubt if you'll
find her at the clinic.

Mr. Anderson?

(gentle music)

- I'd like to see Dr. Shepherd, please.

- [Man] Your name, Sir?

- He doesn't know me.

Just tell him I'm Julie Spencer's husband.

- That way, Sir.

(patients chattering)

- Julie Spencer?

Yes, I remember her.

She was here nearly three
years, responded well.

I don't think she would've
done anything silly.

I hope not at least.

- What do you mean?

- That she's just pretending.

That's typical of her paranoia.

- Then she's not completely cured?

- Well, it's very difficult to know

when a patient like that is cured.

Like some tea?

- No, no thanks.

- I decided to discharge her

because she'd responded
so well to her treatments.

She promised to get down
here and see me occasionally.

But I'm afraid she hasn't actually.

- Did she really kill her first husband?

- During the trial,

I showed how completely
irresponsible she was.

But in my opinion she killed him,

or let him die.

And that's quite sufficient
to make her feel guilty.

- Well, what should I do?

- It's a very delicate situation,

so be patient awhile.

She'll turn up at home later I'd say.

I think you should wait there.

- Thank you, Doctor.

- And act completely naturally

when she finally does get home,

as if nothing had happened.

(gentle music)

- Wait, please, tell me, how is Julie?

We shared the same room here.

She said she'd never get married again.

Why has she done it?

- I don't know.

- Please take good care of her

and don't let her go near the lake.

Remember, the lake.

(birds calling)

(mysterious music)

- [Arthur] What the
hell are you doing here?

- Waiting for you of course.

Your woman told me to wait,

though I must admit she
wasn't very happy about it.

Beautiful gun this is, Mr. Anderson.

- Do you mind?

Now, if you have any
specific questions to ask me,

please do so.

If not, I prefer to be left alone.

- Alone?

You mean that your wife
hasn't returned yet?

- No.

- Where is she?

- If I knew where she was I wouldn't

have called the police would 1?

- But I think calling the police

is really very clever,

what I call a red herring, Mr. Anderson.

I must say, you're a very cool man.

Confess, eh.

Where have you hidden her body?

(door squeaks)

- Oh, hello, darling.

What a day.

Oh, I'm so tired.

- Julie, this is Superintendent
Dunphy of Scotland Yard.

My wife.

- How do you do?

- How do you do?

You say your wife?

- Are you staying?

Would you like a drink?

- No, no, no.

Thank you very much.

I must be running along now.

It's been a pleasure to
meet you, Mrs. Anderson.

I do hope we'll meet again.

(door latches)

- Well, let's put these away, shall we?

It's so late, I'm sorry.

It was half closing day in the village.

I had to drive into London.

Oh, the traffic was unbelievable.

- Julie.

- I know.

I behaved terribly last night.

I couldn't help it.

I'm sorry.

Please forgive me.

- I've been looking for you all day.

I thought something had happened.

I saw your car by the edge of the cliff

but there was no sign of you.

- I decided to go for a
swim early this morning.

Oh, the water was freezing.

Would you like a whiskey?

- Yes, thank you.

Julie, tell me the truth.

Where have you been?

- I told you.

I bought a new dress, it's beautiful.

I'll go and change while
you have your drink.

We'll have dinner alone, hm?

Just the two of us.

(gentle music)

- Felicity?

Felicity?

- She's not here.

I gave her the night off because I wanted

to be alone with you.

How do I look?

- Magnificent.

But don't tell me you're going

to cook dinner dressed like that?

- No.

We're having cold dishes.

- Well, looking at you know I'd say

that your day in London
was very well spent.

- Arthur, if you could overlook

my strange behavior last night,

we could begin again, couldn't we?

- Darling, I'd like to begin again

but it isn't possible unless
we're honest with each other.

Now, why didn't you tell me
you'd been married before?

- How did you find that out?

- Does that matter?

- Who told you?

- Dr. Shepherd.

- I wish you hadn't gone there.

It's a terrible place.

- Yes, it is.

But sometimes you have to go

to terrible places to find out the truth.

- You're right, of course.

It's much better that we know

all there is to know about each other,

no matter how difficult that might be.

Did Dr. Shepherd tell you
that I killed my husband?

- No, he said it was an accident.

- I don't think it was an accident.

I let him die.

I'll never forget the look in his eyes.

- Julie, all that's over and done with.

You've got to forget about it.

- Can you forget about Gladys?

Don't you feel any remorse?

- No, why should I?

(Julie chuckles)

- I wish I could be like that.

Maybe that's the fascination,

the reason why I had to meet you.

When I read in the
newspapers about the trial,

I couldn't stay away.

- You weren't afraid?

- No.

I've often thought about dying.

I tired to commit suicide,

but (chuckles) I didn't have the nerve.

Maybe that's why I really married you.

- No, I don't believe
that's why you married me.

Dr. Shepherd told me that you,

well, not completely cured,

that you needed rest and
someone to look after you.

- Mm, poor, Arthur.

I've tricked you.

-Hm?

- I wouldn't blame you if
you wanted to leave me.

- No, I'm not gonna leave you,

and I have no intention of
helping you kill yourself.

I have very, very different ideas.

(gentle music)

(dial spinning)

- Hello?

Yes, it's me.

Listen, I can't go through with it.

I'm getting too involved.

No, I mean involved emotionally.

That means I'm falling in love with him.

You've gotta get me out of here.

I'm afraid.

- Julie?
(Julie gasps)

Who are you talking to?

- What are you doing with that gun?

- I was cleaning it.

I thought I'd go shooting later today.

Now, who are you calling
and what are you afraid of?

I mean, do you think you
found out something about me?

Were you calling the police?

- Oh, no.

I wasn't calling the police.

I haven't found out anything

and I don't wanna know anything.

- For God's sake, Julie, we went through

all this last night.

Now, for the last time, who
was that on the telephone?

- I can't tell you.

I can't tell you.

- Julie?

Julie, come back.

(pensive music)

Julie?

(engine rumbling)

(tires squealing)

(upbeat music)

(dramatic music)

(tires squealing)

(dramatic music)

(spoon clinking)

(dial spinning)

(doorknob rattling)

(doorbell rings)

(Superintendent Dunphy knocking)

(baton banging)

(glass shattering)

(lock banging)

- Sergeant, if you continue to lean on me

you'll feel the weight of my authority.

- Yes, Sir, yes.

- (groans) If you were here,

why the blazes couldn't you open the door?

- Because you didn't give me time.

-Hm.

Well, you can have me up
for breaking and entering

if it will make you feel any better.

So, our little game is over, eh?

I admit I don't have a search warrant

but you don't mind if
I look around, do you?

Where is she?

- Where is who?

- The fourth Mrs. Anderson?

Her car has been found in a country lane.

You're repeating yourself, Mr. Anderson.

I remember your first wife
was killed in a road accident.

Didn't they say her brakes failed on her?

- Oh, for Christ's
sake, leave me in peace.

- I'm not sure I appreciate your tone.

You should show me a little
respect couldn't you?

I know all about you, Mr. Anderson.

I've had men following
you from the beginning,

so I know it all.

Mr. Anderson, where's your wife?

- In the bedroom.

- You mean alive?

- Come on, Sergeant, we can
only hope we're in time.

She's still breathing.

Call an ambulance and
advise the Yard, Sergeant.

- Oh, don't be so damned stupid.

It's only a slight concussion.

- That's what you say,

but will the pathologist agree?

If nothing else, Mr. Anderson,

we'll get you for attempted murder.

- But who is this girl, Sir?

- How the blazes did you
ever get to be a Sergeant,

ya bloody idiot.

It's Julie Spencer, Mr. Anderson's wife.

- This girl is not Julie Spencer.

- Sergeant Bates, will
you call the ambulance

and advise the Yard that...

What was that you said?

- I know Julie Spencer well, Sir.

I was the one that arrested her,

and that girl is not Julie Spencer.

- Yes, of course.

Very commendable, Sergeant.

Where is she?

You've hidden her, haven't you?

- Hidden who?

- Don't you give me that, eh?

You wife, Julie Spencer.

- Look, I don't understand.

This is my wife.

- If you don't understand,
then I'll explain

it to you and you better
damn well understand it then.

If this girl is not Julie Spencer, eh,

then where is Julie Spencer?

(dramatic music)

(mellow music)

(singer vocalizing)

- Hey, Frank, you'll never guess,

your wife's here (giggles).

- Doesn't she look awful?

(girls giggling)

(eerie music)

- It's true, Frank.

Your wife's here (giggles).

- What shall we do?

- [Frank] Nothing, just ignore her.

Get out of here, Julie.

Can't you see I'm busy?

(girl exhales)

(gentle music)

(dramatic music)

(singer vocalizing)
(gentle music)

- That's it, Frank, you win.

- (groans) I'm getting bored.

- [Brunette] Yes, I
bet you are too, Frank.

Let's think of something
really interesting to do.

- [Blonde in Blue] Frank,
does Julie still trust you?

- [Frank] I haven't even thought about it.

She's used to me now.

She's a very understanding
little wife, right Julie?

- Frank!

(Dr. Shepherd knocking)

(doorbell ringing)

(Dr. Shepherd knocks)

(pensive music)

(doorbell ringing)

(Dr. Shepherd knocking)

- Julie.

Why'd you come back to this house?

It doesn't help you at all.

You must look to your future.

If you keep coming back here,
you'll never forget that man.

No, Julie.

This house is not the ideal (groaning)...

- Why did you force me
to do it again, Frank?

That is the end, I promise you,

because I've found her.

I've found your wife, Julie Spencer,

and she'll never hurt you
again, like now, like before,

because I'm going to kill her.

- Takin' a long time to
come 'round, isn't she?

- I gave her a sedative.

- Yes, don't worry about it.

No, it won't be necessary.

Listen, Mr. Anderson,

the woman in your bedroom
is not Julie Spencer.

St. George's Chapel where you say

you were married's been
closed for over 20 years.

What's more, nowhere in this county

is there a Reverend Fowler.

- What are you saying?

- All that's been confirmed

by Births, Deaths and Marriages.

You are playing a
diabolical game of some sort

and I wanna know what it is okay?

Well, Mr. Anderson?
(phone ringing)

You may as well answer it.

(ringing continues)

I bet it's your doctor saying
he's unable to make it.

- Hello?

- Is Julie Spencer there, please?

- Julie Spencer?

- Yes.

- [Arthur] Who is this speaking?

- Julie Spencer.

- Listen, I'm sorry, I
can't hear you very well.

Did you say that you are Julie Spencer?

Yes.

Well, why are you calling?

What do you want?

- Julie killed her husband.

She must be prevented
from doing that again.

- Now, listen I have
something very important

to tell you concerning Julie Spencer.

Where are you calling from?

Yes.

The old house on the hill?

Will you wait for me there, please?

Hello?

Hello?
(lever clicking)

- Hey, hey, what?

Where the hell do you think
you're going, Anderson?

Wait a minute.

- It's the real Julie
Spencer, don't you understand?

- I understand perfectly
but you're not leaving here.

- Don't you want to find out the truth?

Well, so do I.

I've got to see that woman right away.

- All right, but not alone.

Bates?

Bates?

- What are you gonna do?

- Yes, Superintendent?

- We're going to accompany
our Mr. Anderson.

- What, the three of us
and leave my wife alone?

- Don't worry about it, huh?

There's another man outside on watch, hm?

Nothing'll happen to her.

Shall we go?

(siren wailing)

(pensive music)

(crickets chirping)

- Have you been sent
by the police, Doctor?

- Yes, Constable.

I'm the nurse he called.

- The lady of the house is
upstairs in the bedroom.

This way.

Would you like me to take you up there?

- No, thank you.

I can find the way.

- Well, if there's nothing you need, Miss,

I'll be on my way.

I have to report back to the station.

Goodnight.

(lock clicking)

(pensive music)

- Arthur?

(music continues)

(Julie groans)

Arthur?

Who's there?

(lock clicking)

Who's there?

Answer me.

(music fades)

(Julie gasps)

(dramatic music)

- There's no need to be afraid.

Don't you know me?

Julie Spencer.

- What are you doing here?

What do you want?

- To speak to you.

- Look, it's true that I rented your house

and tried to impersonate you,

but I didn't mean to do you any harm.

- But I don't understand you, Julie.

What made you rent your own house

and impersonate yourself?

You see, I've come to help you my dear.

Your problems are over.

- What do you mean help me?

- Help you to die.

Have you forgotten your fears, Julie?

The terrible remorse
for being a murderess?

It can all be finished with now, Julie.

- Oh no, no.

My name is Lillian.

- It's not.

Your name is Julie Spencer,

and you have just killed
Frank, your husband.

- Oh, don't come any closer.

- [Julie] And now I am going to stop you

before you can kill him again!

(dramatic music)

(fireplace poker thuds)

(dramatic music)

(window rattling)

(Julie gasping)

(dramatic music)

(object clattering)

- Nothing, not a living soul.

Why did Dr. Shepherd come
here instead of your place?

- I don't know, unless...

- Well, speak up, man.

Nobody's accusing you of this one.

- Well, he knew that this
was Julie Spencer's house.

He probably didn't know of any other.

- Go on, go on.

- Well, I didn't tell him we
were living in Warrick Manor.

- Now what are you doing?

- That woman who called
a little while ago,

the real Julie Spencer
was looking for my wife.

- Meaning?

- Who do you think did that?

(phone ringing)

There's no answer.

- Hey, now where do you
think you're off to?

- Back to my place.

Now, come on.
- Right.

Sergeant, advise the Yard.

Stay here and keep your eyes open.

- Yes, Sir.

Yes.

(siren wailing)

- What are you two doing here?

- And where's Travis?

- When we got here we didn't see anybody.

The door was open.

- [Arthur] Well, where's my wife?

- We looked all over the house for her.

I don't know.

- Mr. Mitchell, you
wouldn't like to tell me

what's going on would you?

- Lillian, telephoned me.

- Oh, I see.

And who's Lillian?

- Well, for God's sakes,
Superintendent, she's not here.

Now, what are you going to do?

- Calm down if you please, Anderson.

I know the whole story,

and that is the woman you
married is named Lillian

but you weren't really married.

- What?

- Yes, these two gentlemen here fixed it.

Tell him.

- Well I didn't-
- Well, where the hell is she?

- I don't know, I swear it.

- But you know who she is.

Come on, tell him.

- She's Lillian Martin, Gladys's sister.

- Gladys?

- Don't be daft.

The one you drowned in
the pool, Mr. Anderson.

- Jeez!

- Lillian came to see me just
a few days after the funeral.

She'd just arrived from America.

She was convinced you'd killed her sister

and she wanted revenge.

To demonstrate your guilt

she proposed a plan that
I thought was crazy.

But she told me you didn't know her,

that you'd never met each other.

- Yes, Lillian was the one
who really worked it out.

The false marriage
ceremony was her idea, too.

(man with glasses gasps)

Wait a minute, Mr. Anderson,
I'll explain it to you.

You see, actually I just work
for Mr. Mitchell's company,

and Lillian Martin felt
I look like a priest.

- Yeah, well, some people are born lucky.

- So, it was all a trick?

Well, why did she pretend
to be Julie Spencer?

- You wouldn't have excepted her

if you'd known she was Gladys's sister.

Moreover, Julie Spencer
was a millionairess

with a mysterious past.

The perfect sort of bait so we thought-

- Thought I might murder her.

- I'm sorry, it was just that-

- Mr. Mitchell, that
mysterious millionairess,

the real Julie Spencer is a madwoman.

Now, she's already killed one person

and it's quite likely
that she'll kill again

and right now I'm pretty
damn sure she's with my wife.

Do you understand?

- Hey, but where will she have taken her?

- I don't know, but I'm
gonna try and find out.

The lake.

That woman at the clinic said,

"Don't let her go near the lake."

(gentle music)
(birds calling)

(singer vocalizing)

(Lillian groans)

(Lillian gasps)

- What are you doing?

Why did you bring me here?

- To help you die,

in the same place and manner Frank died.

- But why me?

It had nothing to do with me.

I didn't even know Frank!

- You loved him, only you
were very jealous of him.

- No, wait, please.

Untie this rope.

Let me go.

I promise not to say anything.

- He had been drinking.

He was tied up with a rope,

and the rope was tied to the anchor.

And the moment you
pushed him over the side,

it would've taken only
a hand to pull him out

but you didn't offer it did you?

You let Frank drown.

You could see him under the water.

His eyes were open and pleading

and you just sat in the
boat and watched him die.

- No, it had nothing to do with me.

- You killed him, Julie.

- No, no, I-

- And now you're gonna
die like Frank died.

- No, no, please.

Let me go.

- [Julie] No.

You mustn't disappoint him.
- Wait!

- He's waiting for you.
- No!

(water splashing)
(Lillian screams)

Please!

Don't!

(Lillian screams)
(Julie screams)

(water splashing)

(seagulls squawking)

(Lillian gasping)
(water splashing)

(eerie music)

(seagulls squawking)

(siren wailing)

(tires squealing)

- I must say, they are a handsome pair.

- Your new insurance
policy for 150,000 pounds.

It's a genuine one.

- No, thanks.

I'm not interested.

- Oh.

- I am, though.

It's in both our names.

- It's a joint policy.

If anything should happen to your wife,

you would collect but if
anything happened to you,

she would be the beneficiary.

(Lillian laughs)

(Arthur chuckles)

- [Mr. Mitchell] Well, have a good trip.

- [Arthur and Lillian] Bye!

- [Mr. Mitchell] Good luck.

(gentle music)

(indistinct)

- For more than a year I was convinced

he was a murderer and now I'm beginning

to think he's really a saint in disguise.

- He's quite lost without
a woman, you know?

He only feels happy when he's in love.

It's a pity that his women
don't stay with him longer.

(Felicity chuckles)

I mean, well, he hasn't been very lucky

with his wives has he?

(bright music)

(mellow music)