All language subtitles for The Letter (de Limur, Jean 1929)_WEBRip.1080p.x264.AAC_EN

♪ We won't sing,
and we can't sing ♪

♪ and we'll tell you
the reason why ♪

♪ we won't sing,
and we can't sing ♪

♪ because our whistles are dry ♪

♪ we won't sing,
and we can't sing ♪

What kind of a joint is this?

Oh, this is where...

Come on, boys, come on.

♪ We won't sing... ♪

Leslie, dear,

I think I'll go into Singapore tonight...

...and exchange this rifle.

It's not heavy enough for tiger.

Well, don't be long.

With a tiger about,

I'm afraid I'm as nervous as the natives.

I won't. Don't worry.

Well, Robert, for heaven's sake,

go if you're going.

You know, Leslie,

it makes me feel awkward
and stupid to say some things.

I'm not in the least clever,

but because I don't say much,

don't think I don't appreciate
your being out here with me.

Only wives like you

can make these godforsaken
places bearable, Leslie.

Seven years on a rubber plantation...

With no company but natives

and a lot of dowdy planters' wives.

Yes, Robert, that ought
to be a test for a good wife.

Mm.

Well, I'll be going now.

Hang it all.
I was forgetting the gun.

Well, goodbye.

Goodbye, Robert.

Good night, boys.

Amah?

Amah?

Yes, Leslie?

Amah, take this letter
to Mr. Hammond at once.

Yes, mistress.

Before you go, please put the shades down.

Yes, mistress.

"Yet each man kills the thing he loves.

"By each, let this be heard.

"Some do it with a bitter look,
some with a flattering word.

The coward does it with a kiss,
the brave man with a sword!"

What's that?

Come in.

A letter for you.

For me?

Something wrong?

Nothing.

Is it that white woman, hmm?

No.

You will not be gone so long?

Only for about an hour.

I shall be waiting.

Amah.

He lied to me.

Come in, Geoffrey.

Nice of you to come.

Oh. Have a drink, will you?

Thanks. I will.

I say...

Is anything the matter?

That note of yours was rather hectic.

Geoffrey, I can't go on any longer.

I'm at the end of my tether.

Why? What's up?

Oh, don't pretend.
What's the use of that?

Why have you left me
all this time without a sign?

I've had an awful lot to do.

You haven't had so much to do

that you couldn't find time
to write me a line.

There didn't seem to be any object

in taking useless risks.

Don't take me for a perfect idiot, please.

I say, Leslie, darling,

if you sent for me to make a scene,

I'm gonna take myself off.

Geoffrey.

Don't you know how I love you?

Well, darling,

you've got a damn funny way of showing it.

You drive me to desperation!

Leslie, I wonder if you've noticed

we hardly ever meet now
without having a row.

Is that my fault?

I don't say that.

I daresay it's mine, but when that happens

to people who are on the sort
of terms that we are,

it looks very much as though
things were wearing a bit thin.

What do you mean by that?

Well, when that happens,

the commonsense thing is to say,
"we've had a jolly-good time,

but all good things
must come to an end."

Geoffrey.

I'm all for facing facts.

Oh.

Geoffrey, what is that Chinese woman doing

in your house?

My dear, what are you talking about?

Don't take me for a perfect fool.

Don't you think I know

that you've been living with
a Chinese woman for months?!

Nonsense.

The common gossip of the kampong!

My dear, if you're going to listen

to the gossip of the natives...

I want to know what you're doing

with that Chinese woman in your house.

I didn't know there
was a China woman about.

I have seen her.

What's she like?

Common and vulgar.

You're not paying me
a very pretty compliment.

Geoffrey, will you swear to me

- that she is not your mistress?
- Certainly.

- On your honor?
- On my honor.

That's a lie!

All right, then it's a lie.

In that case, why don't you let me go?

Because I love you.

Because I love you, I tell you.

Geoffrey, I love you.

There's nobody going to...

ever going to love you like I love you.

I can't go on without you.

Without you, I'm just lost.

I know at times I've treated you so badly

and hurt you and all of that,

but it's only because I'm so unhappy.

My dear, I don't want to make you unhappy,

but it's no good beating about the bush.

The thing is over and done with.

You can't mean that,
Geoffrey. You can't mean that!

Leslie, dear, I'm terribly sorry,

but the facts are there,
and you've got to face them.

This is the end,

and you've got to make the best of it.

You wouldn't treat a dog
like you're treating me.

Is it my fault if I don't love you?

Damn it all.
One either loves or one doesn't.

But I love you, you see, I love you.

Oh, oh, Geoffrey, I tell you,

I'll do anything you want me to do.

I'll give... I'll do anything.

It doesn't make any difference what.

You won't even give me a chance!

Oh, my god, why can't you be reasonable?

I tell you, I'm sick and tired
of the whole thing.

Do you want me to tell you in so many words

that you mean nothing to me?

Don't you know it?

Haven't you felt it?
You must be blind.

Yes, I know.
I know all too well.

I've felt it.
I don't care!

It isn't love any longer.
It's madness.

It's torture to see you.

It's torture 10 times worse not to see you.

If you leave me now, I'll kill myself.

I swear that I'll kill myself!

Go ahead.

You don't think I mean it.

You don't think I've got the courage!

I have no patience with you.

You're enough to drive anyone
out of his senses.

You can do what you like,
you can say what you like,

but I tell you, it's finished.

Geoffrey... Geoffrey, I won't let you go.

I can't.
I love you, I love you!

I'm fed up... fed up, understand?

I'm sick of the sight of you.

Don't say that.
Don't say that!

Yes, I will say that...

And what's more, the
China woman is my mistress,

and I don't care who knows it.

If you ask me to choose
between you and her...

I choose her.

You wanted the truth.

All right, then.

Now you have it.

You swear the evidence
you shall give in this court

between our sovereign lord,
the king, and yourself

shall be the truth, the whole truth,

and nothing but the truth, so help you god?

I do.

What is your name?

Mrs. Robert Crosbie.

Mrs. Robert Crosbie,
take the stand.

Mrs. Crosbie,
perhaps it would be better

if you told us the whole story
in your own way.

Do you think you could manage that?

I'll try.

On the... on the evening of the tragedy,

my husband was going
to Singapore on business.

I wasn't feeling very well,
so I stayed at home.

I, uh, don't mind being alone

because planters' wives
get used to that sort of thing.

So, I was sitting quietly,
working on my lace

when I heard footsteps,
and someone came on the veranda.

Yes...
Go on, Mrs. Crosbie.

Well, at first, I didn't know who it was,

and then he said, "it's I, Geoff Hammond,"

so I said, "oh, hello, there.
Won't you come in?"

Were you surprised to see him?

I was rather

because he hadn't been up
to the house for ages.

So, I told him that Robert had
gone to Singapore on business.

What did he say to that?

He said, "I am sorry

"because I was feeling
very lonely this evening,

"and I thought perhaps I'd come along

and just see
how you folks were getting on."

So, he helped himself to a whiskey and soda

and lit his pipe.

Was he quite sober?

Well, I suppose he had been drinking,

but it didn't occur to me just then.

What happened?

Oh, we were just chatting quite quietly

when suddenly he said
something rather silly.

What?

I don't know

if it's really worth the while repeating,

but he paid me a little compliment.

I think perhaps you'd better tell us

exactly what he said.

He said, "you've got such beautiful eyes.

Why spoil them
and strain them like that?"

See, he was referring
to the lace I was making.

Had he ever paid compliments to you before?

No, never.

You see, I was a little taken aback,

but I thought it best to take it lightly,

and I said, "well,
I don't make any pretensions

to being a raving beauty,
you know."

"But you are," he said.

It's rather silly to have to
say things like that in...

Never mind.

Please let us have his exact words.

Well, he said,
"you are beautiful, thank god."

And what happened then?

Well, he just stood

and looked me straight in the face

and said, "don't you know that
I'm awfully in love with you?"

"I don't," I said.

Meant so little to me

that I really had no difficulty
in keeping quite cool,

so I said, "I don't think it for a minute,

"and even if it were true,

I don't want you
to say it to me."

I see. Go on.

Well, then he fixed himself

another whiskey and soda,

and I began to wonder
if he hadn't been drinking,

so I said to him, "look, here,

I think you better not
take any more of that,"

and I was quite friendly about it,

but he emptied his glass and put it down

and said, "do you think
I'm talking to you like this

because I am drunk?"

And he asked me that
in a very sort of abrupt way,

and I said,

"well, that's the most obvious explanation,

isn't it?"

I really can't go on.

I-I think it's...

it's so stupid telling you
things like this.

Never mind.

Please let us have his exact words.

He said...

"I've loved you
ever since I first knew you.

"I've held my tongue as long as I could,

"but now it's got to come out.

I love you, I love you,
I love you."

He repeated it just like that,
and his eyes were all funny,

and he said, "and I won't go home now,"

so I lost my temper,

and I cried at him, "you poor fool, you.

"Don't you know that I've never
loved anyone but Robert?

"And even if I didn't love Robert

"that you are the last person in the world

that I should care for?"

So, he said, "what do I care?
Robert is away."

Well, that was the last straw.

I was simply beside myself.

I thought him just a filthy swine

to talk to me like that
because Robert was away,

so I said, "if you don't leave
this very minute,

I'm going to call the boys
and have you thrown out,"

and with that, he just said,
"the boys are out of earshot,"

and he took hold of me
and turned me around,

and I screamed, "let me go!"

But he said, "not much, not much.

I've got you now."

So, then I cried out as loud as I could...

..."boy! Boy!" But he held
his hand over my mouth.

I can't go on.

It's all so shameful
to tell you all of these things.

I know it's very hard,

but for your own sake, I beg you
to tell us the whole story now.

All right.

Well, he flung his arms around me

and began to kiss me.

His lips were burning.

He was like a madman.

He kept on talking and talking.

He kept on saying he loved me
and that he wanted me, and...

He held me so tight
that I could hardly breathe,

and I felt weaker and weaker,

and at one time,

I really thought I was going to faint,

and, uh, his breath
was so very hot on my face,

it made me feel desperately ill.

You see, he kissed my face and...

...my neck, my hair...

My eyes, and...

Suddenly, he lifted me right up,

and I felt that he was carrying me.

I don't know what happened, really, but...

He didn't look at me,

and he didn't say anything,
and I didn't look at him,

but suddenly, I could see his face,

and it was all white, and...

and his eyes were just burning...

...and he wasn't a man
any longer.

He was a savage.

And then it was
that it flashed across my mind

that he was carrying me to my bedroom,

but something happened.

I don't know what,
but he stumbled and fell,

and, uh, his hold on me loosened,

so I dashed around the sofa,
but he dashed right after me.

There was a revolver on the table,

and I snatched it up.

I didn't even know I fired.

I saw him stagger out towards the veranda,

and then I saw him fall,

and I heard the reports,
one after the other.

And I really don't ask you to believe me,

but I didn't even know
I was pulling the trigger,

and suddenly, I heard a little click,

and I realized

that I had fired all of the cartridges

and the gun was empty,

and he was lying on the floor
all in a heap,

and I knew he was dead...

And that I had killed him.

That's all.

Prosecutor, take the witness.

Mrs. Crosbie...

Is it not true that
Mr. Hammond at one time

was a frequent visitor in your home?

Yes.

And hadn't those visits kept up

until the night of the murder?

No.

He hadn't been to o-our house
for over three months.

Hmm.
Just why did he stop coming?

Well, my husband and I
had heard that he was involved

in some sort of scandal
with a half-caste Chinese woman,

and...

We thought it better
that he didn't come along.

Hmm.

Did you ever see this woman?

Yes, I saw her walking in the village.

Was she attractive?

No, I shouldn't say so.

She was rather common and vulgar...

All painted up with a lot
of bracelets and bangles.

You've never met
this woman or spoke to her?

Of course not.

The crown rests.

This court is adjourned
until 10:00 tomorrow morning.

Your wife's a fine woman, Crosbie.

It's a shame she has to be
dragged through all this muck

for a rotter like Hammond.

Thanks, old man.

Well, Ong?

That all for today, sir?

Yes, thank you, Ong.

I'll see you later at the office.

Very amusing, your assistant.

Yes, and very efficient.

You've borne up wonderfully, darling.

Everybody's talking about your iron nerves.

Oh, Robert, it's been horrible.

Without your wonderful love and faith,

I know I should never have been
able to go through with it.

Well, tomorrow we'll see
the end of the whole sorry mess.

Yes, my darling, in 24 hours,
you'll be a free woman.

Robert, do you think so?

- Mm-hmm.
- Robert, tell me,

whatever happens, you'll always love me,

no matter what people might say.

Oh, what can they possibly say?

Oh, Robert, don't you know what I've done?

They might say I led him on
or something like that.

Why, there's not a soul
in Singapore who's for Hammond.

Everybody knows that a woman
like you wouldn't do that.

Robert, Robert...

Robert, when it's over tomorrow,
let's go away from here.

Let's never come back.
Let's go far, far away.

I'll tell you what, let's go to London!

As a matter of fact,
I was planning a surprise...

oh, darling.

A vacation in London.

You see, I've saved a few thousand dollars.

Oh, Robert,

then we could have the most
beautiful time, eh?

And after that...

There's a rubber plantation in sumatra.

A chap I know will sell out cheap.

It's our big chance.

Yes.
Yes, that's our big chance.

No more slaving for the company.

We'll be out for ourselves.

Why, in five years,
we'll be independent for life.

Yes, of course we will, my...

I'm sorry, sir, but the time is up.

Tomorrow?

Tomorrow.

Well?

Just a new development
in the Crosbie case, sir...

something of a delicate
and confidential nature.

Well...

...what is it?

It has been brought to my attention, sir,

that there is a letter in existence

from Mrs. Crosbie
to Mr. Hammond.

Well, dozens of them probably.

Hammond had been a friend
of theirs for years.

But this letter, sir,

was written the night
of Mr. Hammond's death.

It is quite unusual in tone.

Oh.

Where is this letter?

Yes, this tone is,
as you say, quite unusual.

Oh, it's inconceivable

that Mrs. Crosbie should've
written such a letter.

It's not even
in Mrs. Crosbie's handwriting.

I know it, sir,

but the original is in the possession

of a Chinese woman

who was living
in Mr. Hammond's house, sir.

I see.

What does she intend to do with it?

She places a very high value on it, sir...

As evidence.

Oh.

Just... what value?

$10.000.

$10.000?!

She's crazy.

Mr. Crosbie
would certainly pay it

rather than to have his wife
hanged by the neck, sir.

Where would Robert Crosbie

get $10.000 anyway?

The Chinese woman

has already taken steps to assure herself

that the sum is not impossible, sir.

Very well, Ong.

In the interests of my client,
I'll, uh, I'll do what I can.

All right, sir.

Ah, there are two conditions

that the Chinese woman
has insisted upon, sir.

Damn her impudence.

What are they?

Mrs. Crosbie must
bring the money herself.

What?

There will be no risks, sir.

You and I will go as escorts.

Of course, the money must be in cash.

Yes.

You've thought of everything,
haven't you, Ong?

Mm.

Well...

I have been educated
in the schools of the white man.

I have learned much

from the books the white man
has written, sir.

And how about the books
the Chinese have written?

Only one, sir...

confucius.

Good afternoon.

Damn clever, these Chinese.

You know, Robert's just like a child

about the whole thing.

After tomorrow, he tells me

he's going to take me far away
from this place forever.

No, he wants to go to sumatra...

But before that, he's promised
to take me to London.

Mrs. Crosbie,
I think I should tell you

that there is in existence
a letter in your handwriting

from you to Hammond.

That's impossible!

You'd better read it for yourself.

Why, that's not my handwriting.

I know.

It's said to be an exact copy
of the original.

What does it mean?

That's for you to say.

But I didn't write the letter.

That's a forgery.

It would be difficult to prove that.

It would be easy to prove
that it was genuine.

Well, if I did write it,
I've forgotten all about it.

I might've written it years ago.

It has no date.

I noticed there was no date,

but if this letter were
in the hands of the prosecutor,

they'd cross-examine your houseboys.

They'd soon find out whether
someone took a letter to Hammond

on the day of his death.

I swear I did not write the letter.

Then we needn't go into the matter further,

but if the person who possesses this letter

sees fit to place it
in the hands of the prosecution,

you will be prepared.

What would anyone be inclined to think

who read that letter?

That you told a deliberate lie.

When?

Under oath in court today.

Well, I-I don't think it's so very strange

that one little detail escaped my memory.

Your memory has reproduced very exactly

every particular
of your interview with Hammond.

It's very strange
that you should've forgotten

so important a point
as that he came to the bungalow

on the night of his death
at your expressed desire.

I hadn't forgotten it.

Then why didn't you mention it?

I was afraid to.

I thought if I told you

that Hammond had come at my invitation,

none of you would believe my story.

I know that's very stupid and silly,

but after I'd once told you that
I had no communication with him,

I was obliged to stick to it.

Perhaps the terms of the letter

are not very clear to your recollection.

I'll read it to you.

"Robert will be away for the night.

"I absolutely must see you.

"I shall expect you at 11:00.

"I am desperate, and if you don't come,

I won't answer
for the consequences."

Well...

I admit that it's all
extravagant and emotional,

but I write like that, you know.

I must've been very much mistaken.

I've always looked upon you

as a very reserved
and self-possessed woman.

After all,

Geoffrey wasn't such
a distant acquaintance.

By the way, did you call him "Geoffrey"?

Well, of course.
Everyone did.

Mrs. Crosbie...

I've got to talk to you
very, very seriously.

This case was comparatively plain sailing.

Although Geoffrey Hammond was much liked,

on the whole, thought highly of,

I was prepared to prove
that he was the sort of man

who might be guilty of the crime

which in justification
of your act you accused him of.

The fact, which was discovered
after his death,

that he'd been living with a Chinese woman

robbed him of any sympathy
that might be felt for him

in the minds of all respectable people.

I told your husband just now

that I was certain of an acquittal,

and I wasn't merely telling him
that to cheer him up.

I do not believe the jury
would've left the box,

but this letter...

Has thrown an entirely different
complexion on the case.

I don't know what you're driving at.

You mustn't expect
other people to be stupid.

This letter will put them
on the track of suspicions

that thus far have entered nobody's head.

I won't tell you what I personally thought

when I read it.

I'm your legal adviser.

I shall represent you in court.

I take your story as you tell it to me,

and I shall conduct your defense
according to its terms.

I do not wish you to tell me

anything but what is necessary
to save your neck.

I've made such a mess of things, haven't I?

I'm sorry.

Who has the real letter?

The Chinese woman who
was living in Hammond's house.

Do you think that she will, uh, sell it?

I don't know that I'm prepared to buy it.

What do you mean?

I don't think you understand

what you're asking me.

You're asking me to do something

that is no different
from suborning a witness.

You don't mean to tell
me that you could save me

and you won't do it?

You can't be that cruel.

I'm sorry if it sounds cruel.

I want to do my best
for you, Mrs. Crosbie,

but a lawyer has a duty
not only to his client

but also to his profession.

I put myself in your hands.

I know I have no right

to ask you to do anything
that isn't proper.

I'm asking more for
Robert's sake than for mine,

and I think if you knew everything,

you'd believe I was deserving of your pity.

Poor, old Bob.
It'll nearly kill him.

He's so utterly unprepared.

He's so kind and so good.

I don't think he's ever
harmed anyone in all his life.

You mean everything
in the world to him, don't you?

I suppose I do...

...and I'm very grateful
for the love he's given me.

Well, I'm gonna help you all I can,

but don't think I don't know
I'm doing wrong.

I am. I'm doing it
with my eyes open.

This woman demands $10.000.

She also demands
that you take the money to her

and ask for the letter yourself.

I won't do that!

Then she'll turn the
letter over to the prosecutor.

Can it be arranged that I go?

If the prosecutors join me

in placing before the judge a request

that you be allowed
to spend the night in my house

under police custody...

...I'm sure the judge
will Grant it.

We can go from there.

Robert's gone back to the plantation.

I'll advance the money myself tonight.

It won't be necessary

to show Robert the letter, will it?

Don't you want him to see it?

No.

Well, I'll do everything in my power

to prevent him from seeing it
until after the trial.

He'll be an important witness.

I think it very necessary

that he be as firmly convinced
of your innocence as he is now.

And afterwards?

Afterwards, I'll still do my best for you.

Not for me... for Robert.

If he loses his faith in me,
he loses everything.

It's strange

that a man can live with a woman
for 10 years

and not know the first thing about her.

It's rather...

Frightening.

I'll call for you here later.

Has the white woman arrived?

No.

I'll wait for you here.

Hey, hey, hey, hey.

Let's have a snake fight.

You want to see the snake fight?

Yes. How much?

It cost you $25.

$25? No good.

If you want to see something good.

- Yes.
- Yeah.

- How much?
- $25.

- No good.
- Hey, come back.

I'm gonna fix it for you for $20.

All right, let's go.

Come on.
Let's have it.

White woman... she here now.

One moment, please!

You wish to speak to li-ti?

Yes, I do.

Well, you know who I am.

Oh, yes, yes.

You know why I'm here?

- I expected you...
- All right.

...but there is no hurry.

Sit down.
Make yourself at home.

Don't be impertinent.

I have come here for my letter.

Here's your money.

Oh, yes, that's a very funny letter!

Look here!

One moment, please.

That filthy beast!

How dare you let that man
in while I'm here!

Ah, high-up white lady

thinks too good for li-ti's house.

Give me my letter directly.

Maybe li-ti think her
house too good for white lady!

Horrible place.
Why did I ever come here?

You come to buy your life!

Very well.

If I did, let us come to business.

It's $10.000 you want, isn't it?

Here it is. Here.

White lady very proud

but not too proud
to share same man with li-ti.

You horrible Chinese woman, you!

Horrible Chinese woman...
but not to Mr. Hammond.

Many love names he had for me.
Shall I tell you some of them?

Stop it!
Stop it, please!

It can't be possible he ever touched

a vile, yellow thing like you!

It is possible! That
is why you killed Mr. Hammond!

Here, take that money.

Take that money, I tell you,
and give me my letter!

Oh, yes, because he loved li-ti.

That is why
you killed Mr. Hammond!

Don't mention his name again.

Don't mention his name again, I tell you!

Cheat woman!

Liar woman!

Murder woman!

Maybe I not give you back your letter!

Maybe I let you hang
for killing Mr. Hammond!

All right. All right.
Just keep the letter. Keep it.

I'd rather hang, I think,

than hear you mention his name again.

Let me out of here.
Let me out, I tell you!

But your husband...

...that husband, you cheat so.

How they will laugh at him!

Yes.

How all Singapore will laugh!

Here.

Take it, please.

There.

Give me the letter.

White woman at Chinese woman's feet.

Prisoner, rise and look upon the jury.

Jurors, rise and look down on the prisoner.

Gentlemen, have you reached a verdict?

We have.

What is that verdict?

Not guilty!

Order!

Order in the court!

Leslie, darling!
Oh, I'm so glad you...

- Hey!
- Wonderful!

Oh, lovely!

Order!

Order in the court!

I say, Howard,

I was never so happy in all my life.

Now for the fly in the ointment.

What's all this going to cost me?

For my personal services, nothing...

Oh.

...but there have been
certain out-of-pocket expenses

I'm afraid will be a little stiff.

I know.
You lawyers are all alike...

a lot of rotters.

How much will these expenses amount to?

Well, there was one
item... a letter of your wife's

I thought we ought to get ahold of.

- A letter?
- Yes...

And had that letter not
been bought and suppressed,

she would never have been acquitted.

What do you mean?

And you had to pay for that letter?

$10.000.

$10.000?!

That's everything I have in the world.

Who has the letter now?
Have you got it?

Yes.

Where is it?

Why do you want to know?

I want to see it.

I've got no right to show it to you.

Is it your money that's
buying that letter or mine?

I've got to pay $10.000
for that letter,

and, by god, I intend to see it!

At least I'd like to know
that I got my money's worth.

You know, darling, I have a kind of feeling

that you're going to
be even happier than ever.

Mm. Now come along.

Now, let's celebrate.

Robert?

Robert?

Your cocktail.

Oh, yes, my cocktail.

Now, we must have a toast before we go.

- Robert?
- Huh?

One from you...
To your wife.

Oh, yes...
To my wife.

Welcome home.

Now, come along, Howard.
We must be going home.

Oh, no, not really.
Don't go now.

Yes, my dear.

We are going to leave
you two lovebirds together.

Oh-ho, what a dear.
I am sorry you must go.

Good night, old man.

Thanks, Howard.
I'll see you out to your car.

Good night.

Well, Robert, you've read the letter.

Yes. I want to know
exactly what it means.

Robert, it doesn't mean anything.

Let's tear it up.

I want the truth!

I know, but it doesn't mean anything.

I swear to you I've been so punished.

Oh, what does anything matter anyway?

We've got our whole lives before us.

Let's forget all about it,
and let us start over again.

Exactly what does it mean?

Don't ask me.

I want to know!

Don't ask me anymore, please!

I want to know whether you've been my wife

or just a common house...

don't say that!

I want the truth!

You want the truth?

Very well.
You shall have it.

Geoffrey Hammond was my lover.

Go on.

He was my lover for years.

We were constantly together

until about a year ago
when he began to change,

and then I...
I couldn't believe it.

He was still everything in the world to me.

- God!
- He was my whole life

until I heard about that Chinese woman.

And then I couldn't believe that!

I couldn't believe that
he didn't still love me,

so I sent for him.

You have the letter.
Well, finally, he came.

I told him that I knew
about that Chinese woman.

He denied it.

I knew he was telling a lie.

Finally, I made him admit
that it was the truth,

and then he said to me
that if he had to choose

between me and that Chinese woman,

he'd choose her!

Oh, god, I don't know
what happened after that!

I went absolutely mad.

I seized that revolver,
and I fired at him, and I fired,

and I fired, and I fired
until the gun was empty!

And I gave you my name...

...worked and slaved for you.

I know. I know.

I know I've been vile,
but I have no excuse to offer,

and don't forget this... you brought me out

to this filthy, placeless,
godforsaken place,

and you kept me here for seven years

to live among a lot
of dirty natives and dowdy...

Planters' wives,

...my youth going,

eating my heart out with loneliness,

trying to make a go of it, and I did try.

I did try for your sake,
and what did I get from you?

Nothing, nothing.

Your whole life
was just wrapped up in rubber!

- Rubber...
- yes!

- That was my business...
- Your business.

...working to make money

to give you the things you wanted!

What I wanted... what I wanted...

I'm flesh and blood.

What I wanted was love,
affection, happiness,

but you took everything for granted.

Once you got me out here
to this godforsaken place,

all you thought about was rubber!

All that was on your mind was rubber!

All day long, I was alone.

All night I had to listen
to you talk of rubber,

rubber, rubber, rubber!

Is it any wonder that when a man came along

and talked to me of love
and romance and music

that I fell into his arms?

Well, I did, and it's done now!

So, what are you going to do about it?

Nothing.

Nothing.

Just that.

What do you mean by that?

- Nothing!
- You don't mean to say

that now that I've told you the truth

that you expect to go on
living with me out here?

Yes.

Why don't you send me away?

Send you away?
You're not going anywhere!

There's no money to send you away!

You are going to stay here...

right here in this house
with your memories!

Hah!

So, I'm to be punished.
I'm to be punished, am I?!

Yes!

I'm to live here in this
house with my memories!

Very well.

All right, if you,
with your smug respectability,

are going to punish me
and that is to be my punishment

and I'm to remain here
in this house with my memories,

all right, I'll give you
something to remember!

I, with all my heart and soul,
still love the man I killed!

Ha ha!

Take that, will you?!

With all my heart and all my soul,

I still love the man I killed!