All language subtitles for 15 Falling Star

♪ ♪

The bar will open
after the interview.

Hi, Rona.

Hey, Arm. How are you?

Well, a few drinks could
make it easier to swallow

the kind of publicity she'll
try to jam down our throats.

You can say that again.

All right now, fellows.

Settle down.

Now, Miss Marion
will give her statement,

and then you can
ask your questions.

Ah.

Well, hello, fellas.

It's good to see you all again.

And, Army.

Rona, darling. Oh...

Oh, it's wonderful to see you.

How is your daughter?

Well, my baby's taking
her nap right at the moment.

Ah.

Baby.

Okay, now, let's
get this over with,

and then we can all
have a drink, hmm?

I have not been active
in pictures recently,

because my time and attention
have been turned elsewhere.

Now, come on, guys.

Army, you've been
writing about me

as though I'm all washed up.

And, Rona, you have been
saying that I never could act.

And the rest of you have
been talking about me

as though I were dead.

Now, if, uh, you
go on doing this,

you're going to look
like a bunch of dummies.

That's, uh, on the level,
but off the record, hmm?

Hello, Annie.

I heard what you're doing,

and I swear, I'm going

to belt you silly if you...

And that's not for
publication, either!

Now, Jim, please.

You're never going
to get away with this.

Oh. Ooh!

All right, I'm not
going to take time

to argue with you now,
but you remember this.

There are certain things
that a man is willing to die for,

or kill for.

That's a great line.

I remember it from
your last picture.

That's the one in which

the bad native chief
is going to torture

the big white hunter, hmm?

Are you all right, George?

Yeah. Thanks, Miss Marion.

You're sure? I'm okay.

Okay, you're fired.

Now, uh, as I was saying,

before we were so
rudely interrupted...

It's a great act, Annie.

Gets both you and Jim Dancy
some space in the papers.

Are you kidding?

I wouldn't be caught
in the same newspaper

with that hammy klutz!

Now, look, I
invited you all here

to tell you that I am
writing my autobiography.

Now, this book... Hey, look!

Come on, Annie.

Planting a phony bomb?

You can be more
original than that.

Oh, that was one of your
best performances, Annie.

You should win the Oscar for...

♪ ♪

We don't compete
with the police.

I think this is a job for them.

Well, you see, Mister...

Uh, your first name is Lou?

Well, Lou, uh, the police
know about the bomb,

and they're checking on it.

Well, they're perfectly
competent, Miss Marion.

Well, uh... it's like this, Lou.

You see, there have been...

publicity stunts in the past,

and, uh, the police have
not been too happy about it.

Jewel robberies, I
got lost in the desert.

You know, things like that.

I don't think they trust me.

Why should I?

I'm paying you to.

Not good enough.

What do I have to do to
convince you, get myself killed?

If I go home tonight and
get my head blown off,

you'll feel pretty silly, hmm?

As a matter of fact, I
won't feel so good myself.

All right, let's see
who's available.

Uh... Oh.

Howard.

Yes, sir?

Would you come
to my office, please?

Wait a minute, Howard.

We'll call you back later.

Miss Marion.

I want this one.

Yeah.

Yeah?

Yeah.

Yeah.

Uh, Miss Anne Marion in?

Oh, come in.

The average man at
the time of the Crusades

was five feet, four inches tall.

Oh, really? Too short for me.

Well, how about the
ones above average?

Couldn't you pick
a tall Crusader?

Well, he might not fit.

What? A suit of armor.

One of these days,
I'll open the door,

and there'll be my
knight in shining armor.

Says so in every storybook.

I'm Carol, Anne
Marion's daughter.

I'm Joe Mannix.

Sorry my name isn't Lancelot.

You're a detective. Mm.

Did Mother plant the bomb?

Well, I don't know.

She is sort of
publicity conscious.

All right, Carol, back
to the salt mines.

It's good for my education
to talk to an interesting man.

It will be better
for your education

to study hard, get good grades

and not flunk out of college.

Ida, you're a square.

That is because I
did not go to college.

Let it be a lesson to you. Out!

Mr. Mannix?

Yes.

I'm Ida Colby, Anne's secretary,

companion and punching bag.

How do you do?

She'll be with you
in just a moment.

Thank you.

Um, one of my jobs
is to protect Anne.

Sometimes from her
own hair-brained ideas.

Was she responsible
for that bomb?

Sure, you stupid clod.

It was a Fourth of July
surprise, three months early.

How did you hear
about the Fourth of July,

on the late show?

Girls, Anne.

Ida, please. All right, Otto.

You just keep out of this.

You're as crazy as she is.

Next, uh, you'll be
writing your memoirs.

Get out, Otto.

I may be only your agent,

but I expect to be
treated like a person.

Why?

Listen, if he won't
go, I could always

get the DDT.

Hang around.

You'll get used to us.

I will? Mm-hmm.

The way I act, most people
would be considered loopy,

but, uh, with me, it's,
um, artistic temperament.

Drink?

I'll take a rain check.

I'd like the answer
to a question.

One question in particular.

Does he always eavesdrop?

Of course!

I try to protect my clients!

I should have let
Ida use the DDT.

You want to get
back in pictures.

Publish your book,

and you'll play your next
part in a funeral parlor!

What book's he talking about?

Let him go.

I have warned you, Annie,

and a strong-arm man won't help.

Go ahead with your book,
and you will have slow music.

You won't hear it,
but it'll be playing.

Make faces at kids.

They scare.

I'll try to sell you
for that part at Metro.

It's possible
you'll live to play it.

You're keeping
him as your agent?

Unless I find a bigger thief.

Well, let's get back

to the answer I'm looking for.

If the question is,
did I plant the bomb,

I may bend a table
over your head.

A lot of tables to pick from.

Why don't you choose one?

Did you plant the bomb?

I did not.

And even if I did, you
are working for me.

So, if I say that it's night,

don't you tell me
that the sun is shining.

You just pull those drapes
and say, "Yes, ma'am."

The sun may rise and
set on Anne Marion,

but I wind my own clocks.

Now, this whole thing
smells of a publicity stunt,

and I want no part of it.

Did you come to this
decision by reading tea leaves?

Call me. I won't call you.

Now, hold it, Joe.

All right, you've got a hunch.

If you're wrong, you've
got nothing to lose.

The lady could get killed.

Put somebody else on it.

She won't take anybody else.

All right, even if it
is a publicity stunt,

if you can prove
it, we'll use it.

Publicity?

This detective agency,

like any legitimate business,
thrives on being known.

That's called publicity.

It's not a dirty word.

Fine. Hire a press agent.

If she isn't pulling a fast one,
she needs protection, Joe,

and she won't take it
from anybody but you.

She's a lot of woman, Joe.

Yeah.

Too much for several husbands.

Or they weren't
up to par as men.

Read this computer report.

Okay, Lou.

I'll go see the first
ex Mr. Anne Marion.

♪ ♪

♪ ♪

Hold it!

Hold it! Hold
it! All right, kids,

let's get the legs
up a little higher.

Right in front, and... up.

Annie's sensational.

Great gal, and if I
was the kind of a guy

who had stayed with one woman...

All right, let's go.

Here we go, and...

Hold it! Hold it! Hold it!

Hey, special effects, I
want that smoke on the beat,

not just anywhere.

The blond in the red
and white stripes...

Wild.

What about Annie?

Oh, yeah, some, uh...

sometimes divorce ends up
with a great deal of hostility.

Between Annie and me, forget it.

She could have my
right arm if she needed it.

I was interested in a
different kind of request.

Did she ask you

to make a bomb
for a publicity stunt?

Yeah.

Uh, thanks.

Oh, do me a favor, will you?

Give her my love,
and ask her to call me.

I'd like to know how she
got the bomb to explode

when I wired it so it wouldn't.

All right, kids,
we'll take it again.

This time, everything
works. Ready and...

On five.

The bomb exploded
because it was a bomb.

Wasn't any potato pancake
I threw out that window.

Your ex-husband says it
couldn't have detonated

because it wasn't fused.

Well, that just shows you
how wrong he can be, hmm?

Uh, stop me if I'm wrong.

The bomb was to be discovered
at the press conference,

and then found to be mis-wired
when the bomb squad got to it.

You'd get your press
coverage, and, uh...

nobody'd get hurt.

What's to lose, just
between us girls?

It was a phony.

Tom made it and I planted it.

What's the difference?

Enough to get me off the job.

What do you mean?

Well, I quit.

Just out of curiosity,

how did you fix it to explode?

And why take that
kind of a chance?

I did not fix it, and I did
not take any chances.

Look, I may not tell the
truth, but I certainly never lie!

That's earthy indignation.

The basic performance
was developed about 1962.

Oh, she doesn't
mean to put on an act.

It's just that she's
been doing it for so long,

she can't think of what's real.

Well, her daughter is real.

Nice meeting you, Carol. Mannix?

You going because
you're angry at her?

Well, don't be.

She couldn't hurt
anybody... intentionally.

Well, apparently, nobody's
going to hurt her, so, uh,

I've got no job here.

That's what happens
to all my knights.

Even the ones without armor.

They disappear.

You're all right?

If I'd been lying
down, I would...

Mother! I'm all right now, baby.

Anne, darling, can I help you?

Oh, now, come on,
Ida, don't be a slob.

The room needed
redecorating anyway.

You see, I always take a
nap at this time of the day.

She was talking to you,
and that delayed her.

Otherwise she..
You saved my life.

Convenient.

You mean, you
still don't believe

that somebody's
trying to kill me?

I don't know who
tried to kill her,

but I know one man
who'd enjoy doing it:

Kosloff.

Nice guy.

He could make president
of Jack the Ripper's fan club.

Come.

Police report on
the first explosion.

Thank you.

The D.A. grilled
Lockwood, her first husband,

for three hours, but
he stuck to his story

that the bomb he made
was a deliberate dud.

Any theories floating around?

If the bomb was
fused originally,

then it was rerigged
later with a timing device.

When it was thrown, it
was jolted into exploding.

What have we got to go on?

I tried to get a
rundown on everybody

with whom Miss Marion
is known to have fought.

Forget it.

You'd need a dossier
on most of Hollywood.

The lady has a notable temper.

I picked the recent ones.

Lockwood?

He says she's the greatest.

He's been known
to say other things.

Look, can we put a
tail on him? Mm-hmm.

And also on that guy,
Jim Dancy, and Otto Trenk.

Now, would you take care of
that, Howard, please. Mm-hmm.

Well, what about Kosloff?

He... is for me.

You're taking on a
fair-sized handful, you know.

He wasn't always
a movie director.

Ex-prizefighter,
lumberjack, sandhog...

Experience in explosives.

Uh, killed a man
once, saloon brawl.

Messy one, too.

Knife and broken bottle.

Kosloff used the bottle.

Cut the other man to ribbons.

The jury called it self-defense,
but the judge read him off

for deliberate sadism.

I'll try not to make him angry.

Do that.

♪ ♪

Kosloff?

Would anyone else push
an oversized knitting needle

through an overstuffed cushion?

My name is Mannix.
I'm from Intertect.

My business manager
takes care of my insurance.

Intertect Detective Agency.

I'd like to talk to you
about Anne Marion.

Have you something
unpleasant to say about her?

No.

Then I don't wish to
hear. I'm a petty man.

I take pleasure in my
enemies' misfortunes.

There's been two
attempts made at her life.

Come back when you can
report a successful attempt.

Did you try and kill
her, or just scare her?

Kinderspiel.

Is that a shock tactic
to make me confess?

Suit yourself.

Our organization is big enough
to dig up everything on you

you might want to hide.

Whoever is trying to
kill my ex-wife, Annie,

undoubtedly has
excellent reasons.

She's a terrible actress.

She never had talent,

and what she did have is faded.

She's been dead a long time.

Then why'd you try and kill her?

It wouldn't be your
first killing, would it?

Oh, the gun is a mistake.

It forces me to defend myself.

That ought to pay for the coat.

Now that we've got
that settled. Talk.

Angina pectoris, my heart.

Sudden attacks.

Pills in my pocket.

I don't believe you.

Ah, the hero of my last picture

got out of trouble
with that lie.

I told the writer
it wouldn't work.

When was the last time
you were at Anne Marion's?

Three days ago. Why?

You know as well as I do.

The same reason half the town's
been marching to her doorstep.

Tell me.

Her book, her life story!

She's threatening to write it

to get back into pictures.

It's nothing but blackmail.

Well, it really isn't
blackmail technically.

It's just that I'm
writing a book,

and I'm going to tell
the truth, the whole truth.

If you really want to scare
the daylights out of someone,

just threaten to tell the truth.

You've got somebody worried
enough to want to kill you.

Oh, hello, darling.

Get rid of him.

Mannix, this is Jim Dancy.

How do you do? How do you do?

Boy idiot.

I want to talk to
you, Annie, alone.

And these two gentlemen
must be nursemaids

hired by the studio to
feed and dress him, hmm?

Artie. You know it!

Hello, Mannix.

And it talks.

Beat it.

I think Miss Marion
would like me to stay.

Take a walk with us, Mannix.

It makes sense.

You ain't got
time to pull a gun.

Take him. Mannix,
I wouldn't lie to you.

Perhaps Jim has something
to say to me privately.

Take a walk, Mannix. Please?

Sure is a pretty place.

Yeah, it sure is.

Hold it. Mannix,
you know how it is.

No, how? I sure like
this neighborhood.

You and me, we're the same kind.

We're hired to do
a job and we do it.

Nothing personal.

My boss don't want that lady

to think she's got protection.

It's nothing personal.

We've got to prove
you can't help her.

Have you called
all the newspapers?

Yes. Did you arrange TV coverage

for my press conference? Right.

Hi.

Carol, would you
please get out? I'm busy.

Mannix! What happened!?

Oh! Are you all right?

Yeah, I'm fine.

Well, they really
worked you over.

I wondered what
had happened to you.

You didn't bother to ask Dancy?

No, taking lumps
is your job, Mannix.

You get paid for it.
You should be good at it.

That's a horrible thing to say!

Will you stay
out of this, Carol?

I told you to get out!

Does it ever occur to you
how often you hurt her feelings?

Complain, that's
all you ever do.

Dancy didn't give you any
trouble this afternoon, huh?

It was agreed that I
should co-star in his

next picture. Oh, I see.
Are you going to call off

the whole book or just
the chapter about him?

Mannix, I don't need
you anymore; you're fired.

Good, I'd rather
be fired than quit.

'Cause when I read about
your death in the papers,

I don't want to feel like I
should've tried to stop it.

You can't scare me into
keeping you on salary.

I'm announcing that
I'm not writing the book.

Every minute you're alive is
pure velvet... you're marked.

And that won't change.

Somebody's trying to kill you

because you're
trying to blackmail him.

I'm not blackmailing anybody.

Artie!

Not now.

What happens when this picture's
over and you want another one?

If I'm killed, you can
say, "I told you so."

It won't bother me.

Now, get out.

Artie!

Jim thought I might
need protection.

Mr. Mannix is leaving.

Sure. Hello, Mannix.

Artie. You going to make
it easy on both of us?

On one of us.

And like the man said earlier,

him and me, we're
two of a kind...

We both got a job to do.

Nothing personal.

It's just so the lady don't
think she got protection.

Baker, Arnold and Kluwiski
are on the Anne Marion case.

Pull them off.
The case is closed.

I owe you an apology.

I should never
have taken the case.

At the very least, I should
have agreed to call it quits

when you wanted
to early in the game.

Did Baker or the other
two turn up anything?

Baker reported two musclemen

accompanied Dancy
to the Marion residence.

He couldn't get a clear view,

but he thought someone

might be taking a
beating in the garden.

I had a clear view.

Anything else?

No. Why?

Just curious.

Now, Joe,

you've been known
to peek under rocks

when you got curious.

Don't. I made the mistake
of involving Intertect

with a client who
was blackmailing.

I don't want the
mistake repeated.

Yes?

Yes, I'll tell him.

Someone waiting to
see you in your office.

Yeah?

Carol Marion.

Joe?

I don't care what she wants,

just remember, we
have permanently

disassociated
ourselves from this case.

I can't think of one reason

why I should care
about Anne Marion.

She may be killed.

I'm sorry, Carol,
I can't help you.

Look, uh, go to
the police, tell them.

She's a taxpayer.

What would they do?

She grins and says she
doesn't believe she's in danger.

Carol, what do you
expect me to do?

Help her.

Look, if I knew who, if I
knew how, if I knew why, I...

If I could point to one man
and say he was the person

trying to kill her, I
could help, but I can't.

If you say there's
nothing you can do...

I'll believe you.

There's nothing I can do.

I'm sorry.

Thanks.

I guess I was really
asking you to help me...

and there's no reason
why you should.

It would have been
better if those pills worked.

What pills?

What pills, Carol?

Mother's.

Last year, I swallowed
a whole bottle.

The doctor got to me too soon.

All right, look, uh...

Does your mother keep a diary?

Get it for me.

I can't.

If you tell me there's
nothing you can do,

I'll believe you.

Carol.

What are you doing in here?

Nothing.

In my room, in the
dark, like a thief.

I'm sorry. I'll go.

No.

Come on.

Like a thief.

I'm sorry.

I just wanted to borrow it.

It's so pretty.

Whenever you wanted
anything, you always got it,

if I didn't need
it, isn't that right?

Yes.

Were you ever
deprived of anything?

No.

And yet you turn
into a rotten little thief.

I'm sorry!

Don't ever let me catch
you in my room again.

Carol, come on in.

I shouldn't feel so rotten.

I am doing it for her.

Do you have to read it?

Would you rather I
waited till it was in print?

I'd like you to go home, Carol.

She doesn't know I've taken it.

Couldn't you read what you want

and then I'll take it back?

Carol, somebody's
trying to kill your mother

because of what's in here.

Now, even if this
diary were destroyed,

they'd still try and kill her
because she knows it all.

Then why?

I figure when the killer
finds out I've got the diary,

he'll try to get to me first...

before he gets to your mother.

You could be hurt.

I'll try not to.

I'd like you to go home.

I don't want you here, Carol.

Kosloff? Mannix here.

I'm calling a few
friends to tell them

I've acquired a diary
of considerable interest.

I'm sure you can
guess whose diary.

Well, I'd be glad to read
you a few choice excerpts.

I'll be at home waiting.

2742 Canyon.

Dancy? Yeah, Mannix here.

I'm calling a few
friends to tell them

that I've acquired a diary.

I think it would be
of interest to you.

Let me go, Mannix, please.

Look, I-I can't buy the book.

I haven't got the money.

All right, I was
going to steal it.

I wouldn't recommend
burglaring as a trade for you.

You have heavy feet.

Look, housebreaking
isn't my bag.

You caught me on my solo flight.

Come on, give me
a break. Sit down.

Please, you've got to let
me go. You've got to, please!

As long as I've got a gun in
my hand, I don't gotta anything.

All right, I've got
nothing to lose.

You give me the diary
and let me walk out of here

with that gun in my hand.

Sounds like there's an "or else"
on the end of that proposition.

In exactly... 90
seconds... boom.

All gone... house, you and me.

A bomb, huh?

What's to stop
me from finding it?

Look, man, I said 90 seconds.

A spring could be
tight, inaccurate.

It could be 80 seconds,

70, less. If you're not lying.

Look, I want to live,
but I'd just as soon die

as to have that diary
running around loose.

40 seconds to go.

I-I've got $3,000. It's yours.

30 seconds.

You want to tell me where
you planted the bomb?

What is this... Some
crazy game of chicken?

See who can wait longer,

come closer to
getting blown to bits?

Twenty.

Nineteen... eighteen...

You'd ride it out, wouldn't you?

Not if I really thought
there was a bomb.

You couldn't be sure.

No, but I play the odds.

I don't think you'd try to break
in after you planted the bomb.

I think you'd be less noisy,

and you'd have that
gun in your hand.

I think you wanted to get caught
so you could throw a scare.

Mannix, you're good.

I'll still pay you
the three grand.

Is that all the diary's worth?

Come on, you know better.

Unless you like dying
at bargain prices.

Somebody's trying to kill for...

Me?

Look, somebody's...

somebody's liable
to pull a trigger

the minute that
door starts to open.

There's nobody there.

Now, what are you doing here?

Paying a social call.

Like you.

The gun.

Tear gas.

A deterrent.

You're a man who
leans toward violence.

Mannix, there are
sections in that diary.

You could tear out pages.

I'll give you $3,000 for mine.

Send him away,
we'll do business.

I've... got nothing
left to bargain with.

Mannix, don't let
that diary get away.

You'd be doing me
a bigger favor by...

putting a bullet into my head.

The gun isn't necessary.

All right, let's
get this over with.

There isn't much time.

If you're in such a hurry,
come back tomorrow.

I'm in no hurry. You are.

If, as I assume, you've
told a number of people

you have the diary, you
should soon be dead.

Set a price within reason.

It needn't be cheap.

I'm willing to pay
for what I want.

And you'll see
that I stay alive.

If you're smart enough
to take the money

and go very far away
to another country...

another continent.

If it were feasible, I'd
recommend another planet.

You seem awfully
sure I'll accept.

I am. Nobody
outbids Steven Kosloff.

Why don't you leave, Kosloff.

I've decided not to sell to you.

I told you to name a price.

I don't like huckster's tricks.

How much?

No sale.

Tell me how much!

It cost me $30.

Your money won't buy the diary,

neither will your temper.

Out.

How sweet of you, Carol.

How did you know I
hadn't eaten all day?

I didn't know.

Mother fixed it for me.

But, my darling, you
had something to eat

less than two hours ago.

Mother says young
children need energy.

I'm surprised she
didn't fix you Pablum.

What? Nothing.

Do you mind, darling?

I'm starving.

Ida, you're as subtle

as a slap in the face
with a wet mackerel.

I don't know what
you're talking about.

You hate milk

and I've never
known you to be wild

about peanut butter sandwiches.

Well, mature women need energy.

You know, Ida, someday
you're going to get fat

just trying to keep
me from getting fat.

Take it.

I wasn't hungry anyway.

You're not hungry?

Something really
must be bothering you.

Tell me.

Nothing.

Is it your mother?

Well...

Now, come on.

You're talking to Ida.

We don't have any secrets.

What's Annie done now?

Tell me.

I'll handle it the
way I always do.

It's what I've done.

What have you done, darling?

I took her diary.

Who is it?

All right, hold it.

All right, just drop the gun.

Welcome aboard.

All right, now throw your guns

into the middle of the room.

Over to the corner
by the stairs.

All right, now, look.

I bought Annie off with
a lead in my picture.

Now, that should
have been enough.

It's a shame.

You don't have to
believe it, Mannix.

You wouldn't have been
touched if you gave over the book.

The guns were to
make it look serious

in case there was trouble.

I believe it, Artie.

How much?

Hmm?

On your stomachs.

Come on, move.

On your stomachs, stay down.

Carol...

Him? No.

As you were.

If he had really wanted me dead,

he would have sent
his flunkies to do the job

and stayed away
to establish an alibi.

Could I talk to you?

Go ahead.

I have to talk alone.

Carol, it's too
late for secrets.

I talked to Ida.

I want... I have to have the
book back so she won't know.

We'll both take it back.

I was faked out.

The diary isn't the real motive.

If it had been, one of
your mother's chums

would have been
here trying to kill me

instead of offering to buy.

Then who?

Carol and I are leaving.

You won't know when or how.

If I were you, to be safe,
I'd stay just the way I am

and I'd count to
7,000 by, uh, 13s.

Mannix, please, who?

If I'm right, you'll
know soon enough.

Eh, eh, as you were, fellas.

Let's try the chaise.

Now look to the left,
please, Miss Marion.

Oh, I never look to the left.

No photographs from that side.

Sam, I told you.

Sorry, Annie, we'll just
shoot your good side.

Oh, that's okay, Tony.

Only don't release any of these
prints unless I okay them, hmm?

Sure, Annie.

It'll be a great spread.

Three pages all about you
back at your favorite studio.

Have you got enough?

I don't know, maybe we
ought to get another set.

He always wants another set.

We'll maybe use five.

You already got 50.

Okay.

Thank you, Miss Marion.

That's okay.

You're a doll, Annie.

Why don't you go get the car

and I'll get out
of this rig, hmm?

Thank you, boys.

Good night.

Oh, uh... want
me to wait around?

No, thanks, Tony, I'm okay.

Good night.

Good night. Good night.

She still looks pretty good.

A little retouching
on the negatives,

you'll never guess her real age.

I hope not.

I'm cutting five
years off her age

in this story.

Tony?

Ida?

Sam?

♪ ♪

You.

Good-bye, Annie.

Why?

Why, why?

Tell me.

Faithful, faithful Ida, hmm?

With you all these years
and you never wondered why.

You won't.

I stayed with you
because of Carol,

to protect her from you.

That time she tried to
kill herself because of you,

I was the one who saved her.

Ida, Ida, for the
love of Heaven,

you just can't kill a person.

But you're not a person.

What do you want me to do?

Tell me, Ida, tell me.

I've told you all these years.

I'm awake.

It's happening.

Wait!

No, you won't change.

You'll keep her a baby
for the rest of her life.

Now, you don't know
the truth about Carol.

She needs and loves us both.

She told me just today.

You all right?

Yes.

Ida.

She tried to kill me

because she thought I
hadn't been a good mother.

Well, I've been more a
mother to her than you have.

I've brought her up.

That's no reason
to try and kill her.

You could go on raising Carol.

I'm not going on.

I've heard from my doctor

that in a month
or two, I'll be dead.

Now what's going to happen?

I need someone to help me,

to take care of the press
conference tomorrow,

call Otto, help
serve the liquor.

Carol?

No.

When you need help for
something important, call me.

What could be more
important than...?

What's got into her?

She could be growing up.

Press conference is tomorrow...

wardrobe fittings.

Nothing's ready.