All language subtitles for The.Flame.1947.1080p.WEBRip.x265

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

Frankly, officer, I didn't.

Then why try it?

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

Drivin' through traffic
at 50 miles an hour.

Traffic?

You.
Oh.

I'm sorry, officer.

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

Unpleasant thought, isn't it?

Isn't it though?

Okay, go ahead,
but take it easy.

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

Oh, Mr. MacAllister.

A letter for you,
and a Happy New Year.

Happy New Year,
Mr. MacAllister.

Something wrong, Mr. Boss?

No.

You going to spend
New Year Eve alone?

Yeah.

You want Chang to stay?

Maybe mix drink,
keep you company.

No, just close the door
from the outside.

Chang do something wrong?

You wish him unhappy New Year?

All right.
Happy New Year, Chang.

Goodnight.
No hurry.
It's all right.

Chinese New Year
not for long time yet.

Operator...

Police Department.

Thank you.

Police Department,

my name is George MacAllister.

I live at 150 West, 59th.

I just killed...

I just killed a man.

You'll find his body
at Rossmore Apartments,

East, 7th,

Apartment 14.

What's that?

Yes.

Yeah, he's quite dead.

"My dear George.

"I should've known sooner

"that the hate that you bore
your half brother

"was one day
bring you this point.

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

"When the passion is hate,

"nothing but evil
and violence can result.

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

"on your brother, Barry,

"given him only
a little more time to live.

"A few months at the most,
he said.

"And sent him deeper
into seclusion

"of that place he called home.

"And deeper in the dark room
that seemed to find comfort

"only in that unhappy
organ music of his."

"Your Aunt Margaret was there.

"And Barry.

"And I, Carlotta Duval."

Stop it, please! Please.

Are you ill, Ms. Duval?

Don't you care for my music?

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

Why, it's just 8:30.

8:30?
Yes, it's 8:30 outside,
but not here.

In this house,
it's midnight all the time.

Aren't you being
a little dramatic,
Ms. Duval?

Perhaps I am. Sorry.

Barry's music relaxes him.

Relaxes him?
It's killing him.

Ms. Duval.

Barry, my poor boy.

So, it is my music?

I'm sorry, Mr. MacAllister.

That's all right.

Why don't you like it?

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

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

As what you're waiting for.

The girl is insane.

No. No, I'm not.

But I will be
if I stay here
any longer.

Just a moment,
Ms. Duval.

It seems you have
an opinion of me.

I'd like to hear it.

Yes. Yes, I have
an opinion of you.

Barry, let her go.

Ms. Duval,
you're exciting him,
I warn you.

His pulse is very firm.

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

self pity you've thrown
around yourself.

Self pity.

Isn't a dying man entitled
even to that?

A dying man?

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

You're not living.
You have already
abandoned life.

I'm going to call
Dr. Mitchell.

I'll save you the trouble.

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

Hello? Dr. Mitchell?

Ms. Duval speaking.

Dr. Mitchell, I'm quit...

Hello, Uncle Joe.

Wrong?
Oh, no.

No, I think Ms. Duval
just wanted to report

that her patient is feeling
exceptionally well tonight.

Quitting?

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

The big ones.

Can you imagine, MS. Duval?

He thought you were quitting.

No, Uncle Joe.

No, I think
she's very happy here.

As for myself,

I couldn't get along
without her.

She's very happy here.

As for myself,

I couldn't get along
without her.

I couldn't get along
without her.

Now do you like
my music, Ms. Duval?

It's wonderful.

But why aren't you in bed?

I couldn't sleep.

Did I upset you?

Yes.

Yes, you did.

I was thinking about you.

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

Of course I did note that

was how lovely
you would look
coming down a staircase

wearing... just that.

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

Not supposed to think about
fair ladies and romance,
Ms. Duval?

That's exactly what
I was thinking about.

Carlotta...

Yes, Mr. MacAllister?

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

Companionship, money,

love.

It's not much to trade
for the...

Happiness I know
that you can give me

during whatever time's left.

Carlotta...

Yes?

Will you marry me?

You poor, poor man.

Now you'll never know why.

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

Carlotta?

It worked, darling, it worked.

He went for it?

We'll be married Monday.

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

In his apartment
here in New York?

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

Oh, you were wonderful.

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

Never doubt it.

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

Nurse Duval.

You know, you were
the only good thing

that happened to me
in the whole war?

It was my lucky day, too.

Oh, it's good to be here,
if I could only stay forever.

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

No, I'm not tired exactly.

At least not from the work.

It was a strain, darling.

It took such a long time
I was about ready
to propose to him.

Mmm-mmm,
wouldn't have worked,
you know the guy.

I bet when the icing
had burst, Ms. Duval

finally let him have
the burst of temper,
he fell off the organ bench.

Practically.

But I'm glad it's over.

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

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

As long as she has
a few million dollars.

Come on.

This calls for a celebration.

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

To the future
which Mrs. MacAllister, huh?

The Mrs. George MacAllister,
of course.

Most certainly
not the wealthy
widow MacAllister...

Yet.

Don't, George.

What was that for?

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

Well, you better take
another look at him.

But out of respect
for your pain,

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

Please don't, it's...

It's bad enough
that our happiness
depends on that.

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

wrapped around at that
penny-pinching, shriveled up,

little soul of his any longer?

No. No, of course not.

And don't be angry with me.

Especially not just now
when I have to leave.

I'm not angry, kitten.

When am I gonna see you again?

It gets a little lonely up here.

I'll see you as soon as I can.

But, uh, see that
you stay lonesome for me

Don't go looking
for new company.

Oh, kitten...

You know your Georgie
better than that.

I certainly do know my Georgie.

I'm just teasing.

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

Just a little?

No, darling,
with me, you're my love,

and Barry's my business.

Trust me.
I'll not mix the two.

"Only dazedly do
I recall the next few days.

"The hours became
a solid mold of anxiety,

"anxiety over
my ability to get through

"with what we had planned

"over the normal details
attending marriage
to a MacAllister.

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

"and I stood before a mirror

"dressed as I had once
hoped to be dressed

"for another wedding."

Al right.

Just as pretty as a picture.

Ain't no other word for it.

Just as pretty as a picture.

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

Yes, I sure will.

I'll do just that.

Something old,

something new,

something borrowed,

something blue.

Something borrowed.

I forgot.

Something borrowed?

You startled me.

Would this be suitable,
do you think?

It's quite horrible.

Some might think it
rather symbolic.

I'm tired of
your insinuations,
Ms. MacAllister.

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

I have only
one thing to say,
Ms. Duval.

Don't marry my nephew.

Your motives are obvious.

I must ask you to leave my room.

I have no desire
to remain longer.

After you have repeated
our conversation to Barry,

I imagine he will
want me to move elsewhere.

I'll not repeat it to him.

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

I'm not afraid of you,
Ms. MacAllister.

That is a great mistake,
Ms. Duval.

Come in.

Yes, doctor?

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

Oh!

Quite a bit different
from the uniform
I expected you to wear

when I sent you out here.

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

She thought
I should wear it.
Something borrowed.

Nasty looking thing.

Well, Ms. Duval,
I expect you know
I didn't come up here

to inspect the bride's
wedding gown.

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

Ms. MacAllister left
no doubt in my mind

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

So?

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

Nothing is going
to stop this wedding.

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

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

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

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

And now, I'm faced
with the unhappy task

of supervising his
departure from it.

No one can know
how I feel about the job.

Thanks, George.
Nice of you to help.

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

Oh, but I really
wanted you here.

See, I, uh, figured that

IF you saw the happy
eager look on my face,

contentment in my eyes,

it might encourage even you
to settle down.

Valiant hope, my dear brother.

I consider marriage
settling up, not down.

Payment in full
for all the fun you had.

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

Oh, now wait a minute.
Certainly, I approve.

I just hate
to think of your widow.

Practically a stranger getting
all that beautiful money.

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

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

It'll spoil
our lovely relationship.

You see, you're the
only relative I have

who isn't waiting for me
to join our ancestors.

Probably because
you have nothing
to gain by it.

Yeah, that's possible.

But I certainly
would like to be mentioned.

Oh, you're mentioned.

You get a dollar.

A dollar?

You could at least make it two.

Pay a part of the funeral.

You're making a mess
out of that tie.

Let me fix it.

This girl you're marrying,

she's after your
money, of course.

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

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

That's right.

But I've known
a lot of woman
in my life.

They're all alike.

This girl's different,
I tell you.

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

The touch of her hands
is a lifetime of pleasure.

To make her my wife
will be the achievement

of all the beautiful dreams
I've ever known.

Oh, no.

Never felt that way
about a woman, huh?

No.

And in all apologies
for you flowery description,

there is no such woman.

No?
No.

"My dear Barry,

"well, it seems the bullet
that got me in the leg

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

I... Let's see.

Oh, here it is.

Listen carefully.

"She's a nurse.

"This girl is different,
I tell you.

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

"The touch of her hands
is a lifetime of pleasure.

"To make her my wife
will be the achievement

"of all the beautiful dreams
I've ever known."

Never heard those
words before, huh?

No.

"As ever. George."

George who?

You, Mr. MacAllister.

Oh, well.

I memorized them.
Thought they were so nice.

Whatever happened
to her, George?

I don't know. I guess
she must be kicking
around Paris some place.

It's too bad you lost
track of her.

What was her name now?

Uh...

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

Why didn't you marry her?

And what did you do
with the money
that I sent you

for that particular purpose?

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

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

Would have been good for you.

You know, it still might be.

I'm in a magnanimous mood,
George.

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

If she doesn't
want to leave France

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

Well, what do you say?

I'll think about it.

Good. Good.

Oh, by the way,
i, uh, had the office
make out a check.

Sort of a
wedding present
in reverse.

From me to you.

My, my.
$10,000!

Thanks.
I certainly can use it.

That's what I figured.

If getting married
puts you in
this kind of mood,

we should do it more often.

I hope you'll take my advice.

About what?

Find that girl and marry her.

Yeah.

I'll see if I can
remember her name.

Dearly beloved,
we are gathered here,

in the sight of God,
and in the face
of this company

to join together
this man, and this woman
in holy matrimony,

which is an honorable estate,

instituted of God

signifying unto us
the mystical union

that is betwixt
Christ and his Church,

which holy estate Christ adorned

and beautified with his presence

and first miracle
that he wrought in
Cana of Galilee,

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

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

but reverently, discreetly,

advisedly, soberly,

and in the fear of God.

Into this holy estate

these two persons present
come now to be joined.

If any man can show just cause

why they may not lawfully
be joined together,

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

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

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

Wilt thou love her, comfort her,

honor and keep her,
in sickness, and in health?

And forsaking all others,
keep thee only to her,

so long as you both shall live?

I will.

...the Lord, mercifully,
with his favor
look upon you

and fill you with all
spiritual benediction
and grace,

that you may
so live together
in this life,

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

Amen.

I wish you both much happiness.

Thank you.
Thank you.

Sorry.

Me too.

Good evening, Mr. MacAllister.

Any messages?
No, sir.

Except your bill
I have right here.

This includes the current month.

Well, get that
weird look of your face.
I'm gonna pay it.

You are? Fine.

Although we never really
worry about your account.

I'll bet you don't.

Who's the guy over there?

I don't know.

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

With me, darling,
you're my love,

and Barry's my business.

Trust me, dear.

Okay, let's have it.
What's on your mind?

What is this, a stick up?

You know it's no stick up!
What is it then?

Everytime I turn around
I see your face.

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

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

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

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

Then what are you casing
my apartment for?

Your apartment?

Is your name Helen?

Do you work
at the Chateau Blanc?

Have I got a yearning for you?

Helen?

Helen Anderson?
Yeah.

So you know her,
that's your angle.

No, I just heard
she moved into the apartment.

What are you watching her for?

She's a dame
that needs watching.

Girlfriend?

Sometimes I wonder.
I've been out of town
a while.

Checking up before checking in.

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

Just waiting around
to find out why.

Oh.

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

I guess I'm a little nervous.

Nervous?

Yes, uh...

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

Mmm.

Now I know how you feel.

I tell you what.
Let's go to my apartment,

we can have
a couple of drinks.
Do us both good.

It's as good a place
to wait as any.

Make yourself at home.
Right.

Nice place you got here.
Thanks.

If I could support
a layout like this

I wouldn't have
any worries
about Helen.

What will you have to drink?

Bourbon.
You got any?

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

Yeah.

You ain't kidding.

She likes anything
that costs a lot of dough,

if you know what I mean.

When I got it,
she even likes me.

That ain't often.

I don't know
what kind of trouble

you're having with
that dame of yours,

but she ain't two-timing you.

What makes you so sure?

Her face.

This dame's got class.

That's not the girl.

That's not the one, huh?
No.

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

And once before that?

No.

I haven"t seen that girl
since I left Paris.

Oh.

All I know is she's still there.

French dame, huh?

Yes, that's right.

That autograph...

That thing she wrote
on the picture.
It's in English.

What about it?
Lot of people in France
write English.

What are you
so jumpy about, pal?

I'm not jumpy.
Oh.

What's keeping you
from your torch?

Oh. Married, huh?

Yes. That's right.

She's married.

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

Go in the kitchen
and get me some ice.

Ice?
Yeah, over there.

Oh.

Wanna call her, huh?

Hello?

George!
What are you calling for
at this time of night?

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

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

No.

I'll give them your message.

They'll be tired.

I see.

Goodnight, Aunt Maggie.

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

If a man answers
you got to hang up.

Tell you what, Ernie.

What?

Let's go see Helen.

Helen?

Yes. Ms. Anderson.
You said her name was
Helen, didn't you?

Why should you
want to go see her?

You said you didn't know her.

Well, I just feel like
going someplace,

and I feel as though
I owe you
a little entertainment.

Oh.

Come on.
Take you both for dinner.

She's working, singing.

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

Between the two of us,
we can convince her that

Ernie Hicks is
a man of importance.

Hmm.

♪ Love me or leave me

♪ And let me be lonely

♪ You won't believe me

♪ But I love you only

♪ I'd rather be lonely

♪ Than happy with
somebody else

♪ You might find
the nighttime

♪ The right time for kissing

♪ Is my time for
just reminiscing

♪ Regretting
instead of forgetting

♪ With somebody else

♪ There'll be no one unless

♪ That someone is you

♪ I intended to be

♪ Independently blue

♪ I want your love

♪ But I don't wanna borrow

♪ To have today
To give back tomorrow

♪ My love is your love

♪ There's no love
for nobody else

♪ Nighttime is my time

♪ 'Cause nighttime
is the right time

♪ My love is your love

♪ There's no love
for nobody else ♪

Pretty nice, huh?

Very attractive.

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

I certainly can't say that I do.

She had a nice
big smile for you.

That was for you.

The gold cuff links
you're wearing

and the good stuff
and that suit.

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

Ernie, you're bitter.

You think she'll join us?

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

Hello, Ernie.

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

Oh, excuse me.

Ms. Anderson,
I want you to meet
my friend, Mr. MacAllister.

How do you do?

How do you do?

Sit down, won't you?

Sure missed you, kid.

You said that already.

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

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

I've heard it said about
great singers, Ms. Anderson.

After rehearsals
come in the door,

romance flies out of the window.

Or was it vice-versa?

Yes, I guess it was vice-versa.

I guess.

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

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

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

Fine! After tonight
I was going on
a diet anyway.

Say where did he pick you up?

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

That's right.

We're gonna have
a lot of fun together.

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

What's he talking about?

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

I think we better let
Mr. MacAllister order.

The menu is printed in French.

He had a French girl in Paris.

How nice.
Oh, you better
order some champagne.

Goes good with French food.

Thank you for
a very pleasant evening.

It's been fun,
especially meeting you.

My pleasure.

Okay for a nightcap?

No thanks.
Past my bedtime.

I could use one.

It's past my bedtime too.

Goodnight, Mr. MacAllister.
Goodnight.

See you around, Ernie.

I'm gonna walk up, Ernie.

I'll take the elevator.

Say, Ernie...
Yeah?

About that news item.

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

Sure, sure.

Well, now that
she's married,
it's all over,

well, you know...

It's all over?
Naturally.

Oh.

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

To anybody.

Consider it forgotten.

Attaboy, Ernie. Thanks.

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

No, no, no, no.

I wouldn't think of it.

I'll be seeing you.

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

Hi, neighbor.

Howdy, ma'am.
Long time no see.

Well, I decided
I've had that
nightcap alone,

but when I
looked in my bar,
no whisky,

so I just ran up to borrow
a couple of bourbon
from my neighbor.

What are you looking for?

Mice.

Will you drink it here
or take it with you?

I think I'll drink it here.

I've been wanting that
all evening.

Couldn't wait any longer.

Me too.

Really?

Really.

What are you looking for?

My picture.

Where have you got it?
In the...

No. It's not
in the kitchen either.

It's right there in the desk.

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

I forgive you.

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

Why didn't you tell me
you knew him?

Ernie?
Yes. Ernie.

I forgot.

Of course, you know,
he's slightly jealous.

Oh, he gives me a pain.

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

Don't know.
Felt sorry for him,
I guess.

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

But he's a trouble maker.

And if you take my advice,
you'll brush him fast.

So...

Why do you let him hang around?

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

I wouldn't take
the responsibility.

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

Good idea, kitten.

But I didn't mean it, George.

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

You need your beauty rest.

Goodnight, kitten,
and happy hangover.

Celia, what's so interesting
out those windows?

Mr. and Mrs. MacAllister,
they're down by the sea,

that beautiful old sea
on the high cliff.

On the point?
Yes.

Ain't it wonderful,
Ms. Margaret,

that change
has come over him
since he found her?

Ain't it though?

That lovebug sure is
a wonderful little creature.

He sure is.

He's one of God's
chosen creatures,

that li'l old love bug.

If you finished down here,

you better start
with the bedrooms.

Yes, um, and don't forget
to check on the linens.

Yes, ma'am.

That li'l old love bug
is still all right.

Barry, please.
Not so close,
it frightens me.

Don't worry, I'll be careful.

Fall down there didn't kill me,

the climb back up would.

Then stop it.

You love this.

The sea and the cliffs
and the rocks...

Don't you?

I do again,
now that you're here.

Say, by the way, you're...
You're not the fisherman's
little girl

that used to play
over these rocks,
were you?

No. Why?

You have the same effect on me.

Was she a blonde?

I don't know.

Here hair was always
so full of seaweed.

Yeah, we built
beautiful, wonderful
air castles,

my little beachcomber and I.

I was going to buy her
the whole world.

Starting out with
a marble palace,
golden yacht,

but she was a realist.

Decided that she rather
start with a bracelet.

So, I went without
my lunch for a whole month

and bought the bracelet.

Mmm. I bet
she loved it.

She never saw it.

George showed up that summer
and I lost
my little beachcomb.

George stole your girl?

Oh, sure.
George always
stole my girls.

You know,
by peculiar coincidence,

I just happened to have
that bracelet with me.

Wear it, darling.

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

You know what I mean?

Yes. Yes, I do.

How?

Because of...
Because of Henry.

Oh, you had
a little boyfriend, huh?

No. French bulldog.

I hated the taxicab
that killed him.

No wonder you dislike George

for taking her from you.

Dislike George?
Whatever gave you
that idea?

I... I don't know.
I thought...

Because he's shiftless and lazy,

plays too much
and works too little,

'cause he took
my girls away from me?

For that, I should dislike him?

Oh, nothing of that sort.

I've always liked George.
He's got a way with him.

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

Almost succeeded once.

When was that?

When he was overseas.

Caught a bullet in his leg.

Felt head over heels
in love with a nurse
that took care of him.

Wanted to marry her.

At least that's what
he wrote me.

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

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

if he'd find that girl
and marry her.

He wouldn't, I...
I suppose.

No. Same old George.

Couldn't even remember her name.

Oh, darling,
you're getting cold.

Here I am boring you
with the family skeletons.

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

Barry, I... I've been thinking
about your New York apartment.

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

Well, that'll be
all right, but...

You rather I didn't?

Oh, no, of course not.

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

I'll have Harold bring the car.

I told Barry
I was going shopping.

Harold brought me in.

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

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

then I took a cab.

Smart girl.

You know how much
I've missed you?

What's the matter?

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

I'm upset.

About what?

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

He's feeling all right.

But, well, George,
he told me some things
about you,

and I had to see you.

Oh, I know I'm being foolish.

Tell me I'm being
foolish, darling.

That they aren't so.

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

If they bother you, kitten,

they aren't so.

He said you wanted
to marry me in France.

You?

Well, he said a nurse in France.

I knew he meant me.

Well, say that so,

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

So what?

Then he did send you money.

Yeah, he sent a little.

But why didn't we get married?

What did you do with it?

I don't know.

Bought you some posies
or something, I guess.

It wasn't enough to think about.

But we didn't need much.

Just a little
and each other would
have been enough.

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

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

about me
when you know
he hates my guts.

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

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

H doesn't hate you, George.
He doesn't.

All right, kitten.

All right.

Anything you say.

But you got to let me
run the show.

Have I ever steered you wrong?

No. No, of course not.

Then you got
to trust me. Will you?

I do.
Of course, I do.

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

I know.

It isn't exactly
easy in here either,

But you mustn't doubt me.

Forgive me, darling.

I'm just confused.

Then I better be going.

Do you wanna go?

But I've got to.

Hi, Georgie.

Look, Ernie,
I'd like to have you stay,

but I've got to change
and go out.

I won't interfere
with your dressin'.

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

Al right, what do you
want to talk about?
I'm in a hurry.

Going out, huh?
Yeah.

Oh.

Well, what is it?

How many bedrooms you got here?

One.

Oh.

Is that your idea of
something important
to talk about?

Thought I might
move in with you.

Second thought,
my taste is a little
snappier than this.

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

Seeing as we're in
business together,

I figured we might as well
live together.

Since when are we
in business together?

Since your brother's wife
parked her car

in front of your
brother's apartment downtown

and took a cab up here.

I wouldn't
if I were you, Georgie.

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

I wasn't a blackmailer then.

You'd almost say
it was your idea.

What with being followed.

Than and Helen.
Helen?

She won't have
anything to do with me.

Seems she's got it in
for somebody else.

I can't help you there.

No?
No.

Oh.

I think you can.

When I got money,
Helen feels different
towards me.

I don't get you.

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

Small money, Georgie.
Small money.

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

Big business.

That shocks you, doesn't it?

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

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

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

I got too much money
invested in you, Georgie.

Pour me one, too.

"My mind
was a welter of confusion

"after leaving
your apartment
that afternoon.

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

"But I doubted myself, too.

"I was frightened
as I approached the house."

"I felt I couldn't possibly
face its occupants.

"And to my mind,
the very house itself

"scowled disapproval of me.

"I felt the wind
shriek its hatred.

"And the ocean,
always angry
and threatening

"seemed to be reaching for me.

"Trying to drag me
by a force from this place
which your brother loved,

"and in which I was an imposter.

"I started for the house,

"an impasse made me turn,

"and then, go toward the chapel.

"As I stood inside the door,

"I looked at the place
where we were married,

"Barry and I.

"Then I seemed
to hear bells."

"And a voice."

I pronounced that
they are man and wife.

"I knelt there for a long time,

"but peace would not come to me.

"I was sure that if I prayed,

"my prayers were so confused

"I wondered if even God
could understand them.

"I was about to leave

"when there was
an awful crash!"

"At first, I thought
the light unearthly,

"and that I was hearing
our wedding music.

"In my imagination
as I heard the bells,

"and the words of the minister.

'Then I realized
the music I was hearing

"was coming from the house.

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

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

"I went to the doorway
of the house,

"my house.

"And for the first time,
it welcomed me.

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

"the thought,
instead of frightening me,

"brought me comfort."

Please don't stop.

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

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

Clear conscience.

A wife with a clear conscience?

I've never heard of
such a thing.

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

Barry...

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

Hasn't that ever bothered you?

No.

Say, what is this, a confession?

Yes.

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

Mmm-mmm. No dice.

Please be serious, dear.

Serious? About your past?

Just some of it, Barry.

There are some things
you have a right to know.

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

But that's a chance
I have to take.

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

Hey, you are serious,
aren't you?

Yes.

Carlotta...

I know about you.

You know what?

All that I want to know.

All that's important.

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

Mine is a picture
of a pretty little girl

that grew into
a lovely young woman.

Put on this earth
for the sole purpose...

Bringing happiness in the life
of Barry MacAllister.

Humor me, Carlotta.

Let me look at my picture.

See what I see.

But, it's not exactly the truth.

Hmm.
Of course it's not.

You're such a good little girl

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

Don't do it.

I know it may
sound funny to you,

but well, even that...

Just don't do it.

"That was Barry.

"I looked at him
with new eyes then,

"and in the days that followed.

"I even looked at him
for all the things you had
found hate for, George.

"And I looked in vain,

"they weren't there.

"All I could find was kindness,

"gentleness,

"and appreciation
for the little I gave."

What are you clucking about?

Hotel service very bad,
very dusty.

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

Finish it up
and get out, will you?

Yes, sir. All finished.

Wait a minute.

Chang.
Yes, sir.

I want to give you
a bit of advice.

If you ever fall in love,

admit it to yourself right away.

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

Oh, that could not
happen to Chang.

Why not?

Haven't you ever been in love?

Oh, yes, in love many times.

Once with girl.

Hurt too much.

Now Chang fall in love
only with roast duck,

weekly paycheck,

riding street cars,

and going to movies.

It's a sound idea.

Only it won't help me any.

Confucius have many helpful word

for people in
all kind of trouble,

except love.

For them he have only sympathy.

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

And so good
as her face showed
this one to be.

Why?

The better she is,
the harder to lose.

What makes you think I lost her?

Someday,
everybody lose everybody.

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

If she mean
all the world to you,
and you lose her,

then you have lost
the whole world.

If she mean
more than life to you,

and you lose her,

then you have lost all of life.

But if she mean
more than your soul to you,

and you lose her,

then you have lost
your own soul.

Confucius say that?

Maybe Confucius,
maybe Walter Winchell.

Chang remember only the words.

I go.

Oh, I'll get it.

Hi, neighbor.

Hello, Helen.

Confucius would be
much confused.

You shouldn't have come today.

I'm in a stinking mood.

Good! I'll get
stinking with you.

I don't mean drunk.

Just don't feel like
entertaining anybody.

Then I'll entertain you.

Come on.

Tell the neighbor lady
what my big baby's
sulking about.

I'm not sulking.

I just feel like being alone.

Can't you understand that?

Hmm, you really are
in a nasty mood.

But I don't mind.

Oh.

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

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

Don't you be silly!

I read the social columns
as well as the funnies, dear.

This picture isn't as good
as the one in the papers,

when she married your brother.

All right.
So she's my brother's wife,
what's wrong with that?

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

A very chummy family,
aren't you?

Get out of here,
you little tramp,

before I throw you out.

I'll go.

And I'll remember
what you called me, too.

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

George, I didn't mean anything.

I want to stay.
Well, I meant it.

Darling, please try
to understand.

I was jealous and...

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

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

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

Do you wish to see me?

Yes.

Helen Anderson's the name.

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

But we have a mutual friend,

and I thought we should
know each other.

A mutual friend?

Yeah.

Georgie.

Georgie.

You mean George MacAllister?

I don't mean George Washington.

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

Sure, why not.

I just came up to tell you that

Georgie is all yours.

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

I still don't know
what you mean.

Oh, snap out of it.

I know you're French,
but you've got
a pretty firm grip

on this county's language.

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

He's a stinker
and you can have him.

Is that plain?

George is my husband's
half brother.

I'm not interested
in his personal life.

Half brother?
That's all, hmm?

Yes.

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

Oh, and I hope you forgive me,

I... I broke the glass
in the picture.

Oh.

So, this is blackmail then?

No, it isn't "blackmail."

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

get what's coming
to them for a change.

And I intend to do it, too.

Carlotta.

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

That's all right, dear.

This is Ms. Anderson.
My husband.

How do you do,
Mr. Macallister?

How do you do?

She, uh...
Helen just learned
where I was living...

I figured she'd be
very happy to see me.

An old friend, eh?

Fine.

Are you a nurse too,
Ms. Anderson?

Why, uh, you might say
that we've taken care of
the same patients,

hmm, Carlotta?

Yes.
Good.

I wish more of her friends
would come...

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

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

Just the same.
I better have Dr. Mitchell

take a look at you
the next time he's here.

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

Yes.

Yes, I could talk all day.

Well, I'll be
running along then.

Goodbye, dear.

Nice meeting you,
Ms. Anderson.

Come see Carlotta again
real soon.

Please do.

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

Ms. Anderson.

Yes?

Thank you.

For telling you about George?

No.

Oh.

For not telling him?

Well, why should I?
He's a nice guy.

You ought to take
good care of him.

Well, happy-happy.

Hello? Hello?

Hello.
You know who this is?

- Yes.
- Celia!

Just a minute.

Yes, George.
What do you want?

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

Why haven't you been in town?

I... I've been busy.

This is dangerous and foolish.

I know it's dangerous,
but I've gotta talk to you.
This is important.

We're in trouble.

You must, Carlotta.
It's important.

Why not this afternoon?

No, it's impossible.

No, I can't,

Celia!

I can't talk anymore.

All right, I'll try.

Yes.

Yes, tomorrow afternoon.

Yes.

All right.

I promise.

You didn't ask her
for the dough.

Over the phone?
Don't be stupid.

Suppose she can't
get the money, or won't.

She can and she will for you.

Especially when she knows
how important it is.

Why do you have to have it now?

Why can't you wait?

It's Helen.

All of a sudden, she's changed.

She came back to me.

You understand that?

Told her I was
coming into some dough.

Inheritance, I said it was.

She agreed to marry me
right away, tomorrow.

Then we take off
on our honeymoon.

You better get me
that dough, George, fast.

I'll see what I can do.

I can't promise anything.

Oh?

Maybe I better
contact her direct.

Wait!

I'll get it.

Okay, George.

"Your call upset me.

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

"I have no intention
of keeping my promise

"to visit your apartment
the next day.

"Christmas Day.

"I was determined
not to see you again.

"I never wanted to."

Come in.

Mmm.
How pretty you look.

Merry Christmas, darling.

It's not Christmas yet, silly.

It is for you.

I want to give you your present.

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

I can't wrap packages.

Especially this one.

Henry.

Henry.

Barry, you remembered.

Oh, he's a darling.

He seems to think
the same about you.

Oh, another thing, darling.

I... I invited George out
for our little
Christmas Eve party.

George?

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

Being Christmas
and everything,
I asked him out.

Merry Xmas!

Mmm-mmm.

And that's a fact,

Thanks.

I know you play,
Reverend MacDonald.

You must have a number
that'd be appropriate.

I sure have,
and it'll be a pleasure.

Good.

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

I was? I mean, I was.

Excuse me.

Aunt Maggie.

Merry Christmas, George.

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

Aunt Maggie steps on my feet.

You're so gallant, George.

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

You've been avoiding me
all evening.

I... I couldn't help it.

Carlotta, I've got
to talk to you.

But not here.

All right, then.

Out there.

No! Don't, please.

No one can see us here.

You said you wanted
to talk to me.

And there was trouble.

What...
What kind of trouble?

We're bring blackmailed.

Blackmailed? By who?

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

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

Started checking.

Checking? When?

A long time ago.

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

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

if you thought
someone was watching us.

Then why tell me now?

Because we're whipped, Carlotta.

Can't you see?
When the blackmailer
learned our plan,

we no longer had a plan.

We have lost the money,
that I know,

but I don't want
to lose you too.

What do you want me to do?

Leave here, tonight.

Now.

Leave here?

But I... I can't.

Why can't you?

Are you trying to tell me
you love Barry?

Don't you want
to come back to me?

He's wonderful to me.

I... I won't hurt him.

Maybe you won't, but I might.

You're mine.
You belong to me.

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

you understand?

Well, what about it?

I... Let me think.

Oh, there you are.

Darling, some of the guests
are leaving.

I knew you'd want
to say goodnight.

Yes. Yes, of course.

George was just saying
goodnight, too.

Oh, nonsense.

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

Sure. Sure.

I was afraid you weren't
gonna ask me for a moment.

"I couldn't think of
going to sleep.

"I knew the thoughts
that were going
though your head.

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

"The last vestige of
my regard for you died

"when you told me
of the blackmailer.

"For you were the
only blackmailer, George.

"You were trying
to blackmail me
into returning to you.

"Your words kept
hammering in my head."

Maybe you won't, but I might.

You're mine.
You belong to me.

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

You understand?

Why aren't you asleep?

Because I'm not sleepy.

Why aren't you asleep?

Oh, I know.

You couldn't without
kissing little Georgie
goodnight.

I... I was nervous
and worried.

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

Yes, yes, that too.

George, do you still
carry that gun with you?

My little baby?

Why, sure.

Every place I go.

Let me have it.

Why?

I'd like to keep it for you.

Mmm-mmm.

I'll give it back
to you tomorrow.
Really I will.

You're worried about Barry.

I... I just don't want
anything to happen
to either of you.

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

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

I want a straight answer.

Are you in love with him?

Well?

No. No, George.

That's good.

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

Maybe I wouldn't
like it very much.

I
t would be silly of me
to think that you could

fall in love with anybody else.

There's no one
quite like Georgie.

Don't drink anymore, George.

Please go to bed.

You do wanna come back...

Don't you?

Sure you do.

"The next morning,
my decision had been made.

"I suddenly realized
that you would kill him

"before you would give me up.

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

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

"I couldn't tell him very much.

"Certainly not the truth.

"Not after eh had said..."

You're such a good little girl

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

But don't do it.

I know it may
sound funny to you,

but well, even then...

Just don't do it.

"And so
I blame my own weaknesses

"as a person
I'm able to find happiness.

"and asked him to forgive me
for running away."

For he is such
a good man, Father.

You understand...

Why I must do this to him.

To comfort him,
and make him
strong and well.

And bless him, Father,

Bless him every minute
of everyday.

And, dear Father...

...help me just
a little bit, too.

Please.

Please.

Amen.

That was a lovely
prayer, Carlotta.

Dr. Mitchell, I...

I didn't know you were here.

Forgive me.

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

But, how you happen
to be in here?

Oh, to tell the truth,

I often sit in here
for a moment
when I'm out this way.

Nice quiet place
to write prescriptions.

Remember my Latin
better in church.

Oh, well, I'll leave you alone.

No.

Sit down a minute, please.

I was going to the house

I wanted to talk
to you about Barry.

He's getting worse?
No.

You must've prayed for him
many times before, Carlotta,

because he's much better.
Much better.

I'm so glad, Dr. Mitchell.

Are you?

Of course, I am.

Well, that's funny.

Because when you were
praying up there
a minute ago,

I almost got the impression
you were leaving him.

Going away.

Why, Carlotta?

I thought you were happy here.

I thought
you meant this marriage.

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

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

I know you've done
wonders for your husband.

What else don't I know?

Dr. Mitchell,
I've, for many years...

George and I...
I know. I know about
you and George.

You do?

Quite a while.

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

But... But why didn't you say
anything before. Why?

I considered it, yes.

I was just about to speak up,

when I looked at Barry's face

and I realized he had found
the medicine he needed.

And, well, I love Barry
as my own son.

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

You see, I love him, too.

Then why are you
going back to George?

He's desperate.

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

Did he threaten you?
Yes.

Ah, he'd carry it out, too.

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

What?

Uncle Joe's gonna
recommend a sea voyage

for his patient with his wife.

Take him away, Carlotta,
for six months,

a year, 10 years
if he's having fun.

The Queen Elizabethsails
New Year's Eve.

Be on it.

With Barry?

Is he well enough?

For his honeymoon?

Under your care
it looks as though

he'll outlive the lot of us.

Thank you.

Thank you, Dr...
Uncle Joe.

What are you doing here?

I was merely making sure
that Celia cleaned properly.

I'm taking care of Barry's room.

I thought, perhaps,
you were leaving.

I was never more sure
that I'm staying.

Not until
it was burning
did my happiness return.

And even then, it was happiness
overshadowed by foreboding.

There was reason for foreboding.

Barry told me later
that you wanted to see him

in his New York apartment
before we sailed.

And that he had
agreed to meet you.

Alone.

Then I knew
I must write this letter.

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

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

There's a great fear in me
of what will happen
when you and Barry meet.

I beg of you.
Have mercy, George.

Late, kitten.

Little late.

You all right,
Mr. MacAllister?

Why you call police?

Homicide Bureau.

I expected you, but not so soon.

He's hurt.
We should call doctor.

No. I'm all right.

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

He is quite dead.

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

You're not kidding.

He's sick, all right.

Got a bullet hole
clean through him.

If you want to ask him
any questions,

you better do it here and fast.

I'll call a doctor
and an ambulance.

Please, Mr. MacAllister,

you'll be all right.

You tear your coat.

Ah, shut up.

Try to remember, MacAllister.

I hate to make you talk now
nut some things
we got to know.

Why did you kill him?

What was the fight about?
What happened?

Homicide.

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

Yeah, don't spare the horses.

Try to think, MacAllister,
what happened?

What happened?

I tore my coat.

Yes, I tore my coat.

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

I wasn't thinking about anything
when I stepped into that car door,

except the job
I had come there to do.

He'd crossed me
for the last time.

Nice layout.

I got it for Helen.

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

The money?

I didn't bring any.

I told you tonight
was the deadline.

I wasn't kidding.

I know, pal,

but things have happened.

Our plans have changed a bit.

My sense of humor
ain't so good tonight.

My plans haven't' changed.

Now quit stalling,
give me the money now!

I'll have to swim for it.

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

to be gone a long, long time.

Oh.

Where are you going?

To the docks,
to wish him bon voyage.

Bon voyage, Ernie.

Mr. MacAllister?

Mr. Boss?

Please.

Yeah, snap out of it.
I got a couple more questions.

Don't. He's...

Mr. MacAllister
answering questions
elsewhere now.

Excuse me, please.

Mr. and Mrs. MacAllister.

Yes?
Telegram, sir.

Oh, thank you.

Thank you, sir.

What is it?

Same old George,
he'll never change.

Unavoidably detained.
Wish you and Carlotta
Happy New Year.

Love, George.

Happy New Year, darling.