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MAN NARRATING: I shall never forget
the weekend Laura died.

A silver sun burned through the sky
like a huge magnifying glass.

It was the hottest Sunday
in my recollection.

I felt as if I were the only human being
left in New York.

For with Laura's
horrible death, I was alone.

I, Waldo Lydecker

was the only one
who really knew her

and I had just begun
to write Laura's story when

another of those detectives
came to see me.

I had him wait.

I could watch him
through the half-open door.

(CLOCK CHIMING)

I noted that his attention
was fixed upon my clock.

There was only one other
in existence

and that was
in Laura's apartment,

in the very room
where she was murdered.

MAN: Careful there.
That stuff is priceless.

Come in here, please.

Mr. Lydecker?

Ah, you recognize me.
How splendid.

Sit down, please.

Nice little place
you have here, Mr. Lydecker.

It's lavish,
but I call it home.

I suppose you're here
about the Laura Hunt murder.

Yesterday morning,
after Laura's body was found,

I was questioned
by Sergeants McAvity and Schultz,

and I stated,

"On Friday night, Laura had a dinner
engagement with me

"after which she was ostensibly
going out of town.

"She phoned and canceled
our engagement at exactly 7:00."

- After that I...
- You "ate a lonely dinner,

"then got into the tub to read."

Why did you
write it down?

Afraid you'd forget it?

I am the most widely
misquoted man in America.

When my friends do it,
I resent it.

From Sergeants McAvity and Schultz,
I should find it intolerable.

Hand me that washcloth,
please, Mr.

Mr.

McPherson.

McPherson. McPherson.

Mark McPherson,
the siege of Babylon, Long Island.

The gangster with the machine gun.
Killed three policemen.

I told the story over the air
and wrote a column about it.

Are you the one
with the leg full of lead,

- the man who walked right in and got him?
- Yeah.

Well, well.
Hand me my robe, please.

(WATER LAPPING)

You have a pretty good memory,
Mr. Lydecker.

I always liked that detective
with the silver shinbone.

Thanks. I hope you won't have any reason
to change your mind about me.

- Have you any more questions?
- Yeah, just one.

Two years ago,
in your October 17 column,

you started out
to write a book review,

but at the bottom of the column,

you switched over
to the Harrington murder case.

Are the processes of the creative mind
now under the jurisdiction of the police?

You said Harrington was rubbed out with
a shotgun loaded with buckshot,

the way Laura Hunt was murdered
night before last.

- Did I?
- Yeah.

But he was really killed
with a sash weight.

How ordinary.
My version was obviously superior.

I never bother
with details, you know.

I do. Well, so long.

Mind if I go with you?

- What for?
- Murder is my favorite crime.

I write about it regularly,

and I know you'll have to visit everyone
on your list of suspects.

I'd like to study
their reactions.

- You're on the list yourself, you know.
- Good.

To have overlooked me
would have been a pointed insult.

You're not the sort of man
one would insult, Mr. Lydecker.

- Do you really suspect me?
- Yes.

McPherson, if you know anything
about faces, look at mine.

How singularly innocent
I look this morning.

Have you ever seen
such candid eyes?

Something you confiscated
in a raid on a kindergarten?

Takes a lot of control.
Would you like to try it?

No, thanks.

Were you in love
with Laura Hunt, Mr. Lydecker?

Was she in love with you?

Laura considered me
the wisest, the wittiest,

the most interesting man
she'd ever met.

I was in complete accord
with her on that point.

She thought me also
the kindest,

the gentlest,

the most sympathetic man
in the world.

Did you agree
with her there too?

McPherson,
you won't understand this,

but I tried to become
the kindest, the gentlest,

the most sympathetic man
in the world.

Have any luck?

Let me put it this way.

I should be sincerely sorry to see my
neighbors' children devoured by wolves.

Shall we go?

- Good morning, Lieutenant.
- Good morning, Mrs. Treadwell.

- Waldo.
- Good morning, Ann.

- I've just taken over the Laura Hunt case.
- Won't you sit down?

Thanks. I have
all the reports,

but there are a few more questions
I'd like to ask.

Certainly. I'll do anything
I can to help.

You were fond of your niece,
Mrs. Treadwell?

Why, I adored her.
Cigarette?

No, thanks. You collapsed when
you identified the body.

I can quite understand that. A shotgun
loaded with buckshot, close range.

- It's not very nice to look at.
- It was horrible.

Her maid Bessie, I suppose
she was devoted to Miss Hunt?

Oh, she worshipped her.
Laura had had her for years.

I'll never forget her scream
when she saw Laura lying there.

Did you approve of Miss Hunt's
coming marriage to Mr. Carpenter?

Why? Shouldn't I approve?

I don't know. What is your relationship
with Mr. Carpenter?

What do you mean?

What I mean is, he's been
a frequent guest in your home.

Is he an acquaintance? Friend?
Are you in love with him?

This is beginning to assume
fabulous aspects.

Oh, shut up, Waldo!
What are you driving at?

The truth, Mrs. Treadwell.
Are you in love with him?

Why, no. I'm very fond
of Mr. Carpenter, of course.

- Everybody is.
- I'm not. I'll be hanged if I am.

Oh, don't be
so annoying, Waldo!

Did you give
Mr. Carpenter money?

What do you mean?

A couple of checks went through
your account endorsed by him.

One on May 15 for $250.
One on May 22 for $400.

(LAUGHS) Oh, that. I...

I asked him to do
some shopping for me. That's all.

Shelby's a very obliging fellow.

For some time, also, you've been
withdrawing various amounts in cash.

Sometimes 1,500.

Sometimes 1,700 at a clip.

Yes. I needed that money.

The day you took out $1,500,
Mr. Carpenter deposited 1,350.

When you withdrew 1,700,
he deposited 1,550.

Maybe they were shooting crap.

- (CHUCKLES)
- Oh, must I be insulted like this?

I'm sorry, Mrs. Treadwell, but I have
to find out about these things.

Shelby needed some money,
and I lent it to him.

That's all. After all, it is my money.

- I suppose I can do as I please with it.
- Sure. Of course.

Now, on Friday night, Mrs. Treadwell,
you stayed home alone all evening?

Yes.

Why didn't you go to the concert
with Shelby?

Because he didn't ask me.

We were just talking
about you, Carpenter.

- What a coincidence to find you here.
- This is Lieutenant McPherson.

Oh, how do you do, Lieutenant?

I didn't know you were here, Mr. Carpenter.

As a matter of fact,
I was just lying down here.

My hotel room was so hot, and then all
the people and reporters and telephone.

You know how it is,
Lieutenant.

I've hardly slept a wink
since it happened.

Is that a sign of guilt or innocence,
McPherson?

I'm at your disposal, Lieutenant. I'm as
eager to find the murderer as you are.

But what possible motive
could I have for killing Laura?

Miss Hunt and I were going to be married
this week, you know.

No, he doesn't know,
and neither do I,

- or you or anyone else alive.
- What do you mean by that?

Laura had not definitely made up
her mind to marry him.

She told me so herself last Friday when she
called up to cancel our dinner engagement.

As a matter of fact, she was going
to the country to think it over.

She was extremely kind,
but I was always sure

she would never have thrown her life
away on a male beauty in distress.

I suppose you've heard
losers whine before,

especially in your
profession, eh?

Would you like
a bite of lunch, Lieutenant?

That's very thoughtful,
the perfect host.

- Waldo.
- You'd almost think

he was in his own home.

Shelby knows how distracted I am.
Would you, Lieutenant?

Thank you, Mrs. Treadwell,
but I've got to be going.

But, Lieutenant. Well, I rather thought
you'd want to ask me some questions.

Oh, yes. What did they play
at the concert Friday night?

Oh, Brahms's First
and Beethoven's Ninth.

Uh-huh. Have you got a key
to Miss Hunt's house up in the country?

No, but I think there's one
up in her apartment.

- Okay, I'll have a look.
- Perhaps I could help you?

All right. Come along.

I'll be seeing you,
Mrs. Treadwell.

MAN: Extra! Extra!
Girl victim in brutal slaying!

MAN #2: Extra! Girl victim
in brutal slaying!

MAN #1: Read all about it!
Girl victim in brutal slaying!

MAN #2: Girl victim
in brutal slaying! Read all about it!

(PEOPLE CHATTERING)

All right.
Break it up. Break it up.

MAN: Ice-cold drinks!

- The doorbell rang.
- What?

As she opened the door,
the shot was fired.

And how do you deduce that?

She fell backward.
The body was there.

I thought you hadn't
been up here before.

I saw the police photos.

I guess I better
try and find that key.

McPherson, tell me, why did they have to
photograph her in that horrible condition?

When a dame gets killed,
she doesn't worry about how she looks.

Will you stop calling her a dame?
Look around.

Is this the home of a dame?

Look at her.

Not bad.

Jacoby was in love with her
when he painted it,

but he never captured
her vibrance, her warmth.

Have you ever been in love?

A doll in Washington Heights
once got a fox fur out of me.

Ever know a woman who wasn't
a "doll" or a "dame"?

Yeah, one, but she kept walking me
past furniture windows

to look at the parlor suites.
(LIGHT BALLAD)

- Would you mind turning that off?
- Why? Don't you like it?

It was one of Laura's favorites.
Not exactly classical, but sweet.

- You know a lot about music?
- I don't know a lot about anything,

but I know a little
about practically everything.

- Yeah?
- (STOPS)

Then why did you say
they played Brahms's First

and Beethoven's Ninth
at the concert Friday night?

They changed the program at the last
minute and played nothing but Sibelius.

I suppose I should have
told you in the first place.

I'd been working on that
advertising campaign with Laura.

Well, we'd been working so hard,
I just couldn't keep my eyes open.

I didn't hear a note at the concert.
I fell asleep.

Next he'll produce
photographic evidence of his dreams.

I know it sounds suspicious,
but I'm resigned to that by now.

I'm a natural-born suspect just because
I'm not the conventional type.

I wouldn't worry about it,
Mr. Carpenter.

It sounds reasonable.
I fall asleep at concerts myself.

Thank you.

You found
that key yet?

No. I looked for it in the den,
but it wasn't there. It may be in here.

Yes, here it is.

I knew there must be
one around somewhere.

The police are very fussy
about their inventories.

That key isn't on the list of things
that were in that drawer yesterday.

Then it's made
a recent reappearance.

You put it there,
didn't you?

- Yes.
- Why?

It's just that I didn't want to give it
to you while Waldo was present.

I have private reasons
that don't concern him.

Everything about Laura
concerns me.

You have private reasons,
no doubt, to lie about the key.

Waldo, for your own good,
I'm warning you to stop implying

that I had anything to do
with Laura's death.

Very well.
I'll stop implying.

I'll make
a direct statement.

All right,
you asked for it.

I wouldn't.

Will you please stop dawdling
with that infernal puzzle?

- It's getting on my nerves.
- I know, but it keeps me calm.

Okay, let's go.

(LIGHT BALLAD)

This was our table,

Laura's and mine.

We spent many quiet evenings
here together.

I remember we dined here the night
before her 22nd birthday.

Just we two,

happy, making plans
for her future.

Good luck.

LYDECKER NARRATING:
But this was a far cry

from the girl who walked into my life
at the Algonquin Hotel five years before.

Pardon me.
Excuse me.

Excuse me.

Mr. Lydecker,
how do you do?

My name is Laura Hunt,
and I'm with Bullitt and Company.

You know,
the big advertising firm.

And I'd like to talk
something over with you, if I may.

You can hardly fail to realize that
I am engaged in eating my lunch.

Yes, I know. I'm awfully sorry
to interrupt this way

but it's so hard to get to see you
the regular way, and

this will only
take a minute, really.

- Now, this is...
- Young woman,

either you have been raised
in some incredibly rustic community

where good manners
are unknown

or you suffer from the common
feminine delusion

that the mere fact
of being a woman

exempts you from the rules
of civilized conduct.

Or possibly both.

Possibly, but here's
what I wanted to show you.

It's for
the Wallace Flow-Rite pen.

I know my company would be glad to pay
you $5,000 if you'll endorse the ad.

I don't use a pen.

I write with a goose quill
dipped in venom.

Yes, but this is a very fine pen,
Mr. Lydecker,

the best on the market.

Wouldn't you at least
consider endorsing it?

I'll neither consider, endorse
or use the Wallace pen.

I hate pens.

If your employers wish me to publish
that statement in my column,

you may tell them that I shall be
delighted to oblige.

Oh, no.
You mustn't do that.

Don't blame Bullitt and Company,
Mr. Lydecker.

They don't know anything about this.
It was my idea to see you.

Indeed?

Yes. I know they'd give anything down
at the office to get your endorsement,

only they think
there's no use asking.

So I had this ad made up
all on my own

because I thought, well,
what's the harm in trying?

There was always a chance
that you might, Mr. Lydecker.

Just think what
it would mean...

You seem to be completely disregarding

something more important
than your career.

- What?
- My lunch.

Do you really believe that?

Implicitly.

I never heard
of anything so selfish.

In my case, self-absorption
is completely justified.

I have never discovered any other
subject quite so worthy of my attention.

But you write about people

with such real understanding
and sentiment.

That's what makes
your column so good.

Sentiment comes easily
at 50 cents a word.

Well, if that's the way
you really feel,

you must be very lonely.

Will you kindly continue
this character analysis elsewhere?

- You begin to bore me.
- You're a poor man.

I'm very sorry for you.

LYDECKER NARRATING: Naturally,
I was annoyed by the incident,

but she had something
about her, that girl.

I had to speak to her again.
I had to see her.

- Miss, would you mind if I...
- Just a moment, please.

I'll tell Mr. Bullitt right away.
He's on the telephone.

Thank you.

(DOOR OPENS)

(TYPING)

Boy, Waldo Lydecker
to see Miss Laura Hunt.

(TYPING STOPS)

Announce me.

Johnny, please tell
the gentleman I'm busy.

Miss Hunt, I have something
to say to you.

You've already said it,
Mr. Lydecker.

I wish to point out that you caught me
at my most difficult moment.

Ordinarily I am not
without a heart.

Really?

Shall I produce
X-ray pictures to prove it?

I wish to apologize.

Your apology is accepted.

Good-bye, Mr. Lydecker.

If you come
a little bit closer, my boy,

I can just crack your skull
with my stick.

(WOMEN GIGGLE)

And now, for reasons
which are too embarrassing to mention,

I'd like to endorse that pen.

Mr. Lydecker!

Thank you.

- You're a very strange man.
- What?

You're really sorry
for the way you acted, aren't you?

Let's not be psychiatric,
Miss Hunt,

but in a word, yes.

It's very kind of you,
you know.

I'm not kind. I'm vicious.
It's the secret of my charm.

But if you choose
to think me kind,

I'll call for you at 6:00.

All right?

All right.

LYDECKER NARRATING: Her career began
with my endorsement of the pen.

- (NO AUDIBLE DIALOGUE)
- I secured other endorsements for her,

introduced her
to important clients.

I gave her her start

but it was her own talent
and imagination

that enabled her to rise
to the top of her profession

and stay there.

She had an eager mind always.

She was always quick to seize upon
anything that would improve her mind...

or her appearance.

Laura had innate breeding.

But she deferred
to my judgment and taste.

I selected a more attractive
hairdress for her.

I taught her what clothes
were more becoming to her.

Through me, she met everyone.

The famous and the infamous.

Her youth and beauty, her poise
and charm of manner...

captivated them all.

She had warmth, vitality.

She had authentic magnetism.

Wherever we went,
she stood out.

Men admired her.
Women envied her.

She became as well known
as Waldo Lydecker's walking stick...

and his white carnation.

But Tuesday and Friday nights,

we stayed home, dining quietly

listening to my records.

I read my articles to her.

The way she listened
was more eloquent than speech.

These were the best nights.

Then one Tuesday, she phoned
and said she couldn't come.

It didn't matter, really.

But when it happened again
the following Friday, I was disturbed.

LYDECKER NARRATING: I couldn't
understand it. I felt betrayed

and yet I knew Laura
would never betray anyone.

I walked for a long time.

Then I found myself
before her apartment building.

The lights were on.
It pleased me to know she was home,

till I saw she was not alone.

But I waited.
I wanted to see who he was.

It was Jacoby, who had recently
painted her portrait.

I never liked the man.

He was so obviously conscious of looking
more like an athlete than an artist.

I sat up the rest of the night
writing a column about him.

I demolished his affectations,

exposed his camouflaged
imitations of better painters,

ridiculed his theories.

I did it for her,
knowing Jacoby was unworthy of her.

It was a masterpiece
because it was a labor of love.

Naturally, she could never
regard him seriously again.

There were others,
of course,

but her own discrimination
ruled them out

before it became necessary
for me to intercede

until one night at a party
at Ann Treadwell's.

It was one of her usual roundups
of bizarre and nondescript characters

- corralled from every stratum of society.
- How are you this evening?

This is Mr. and Mrs. Preston.
They've been waiting to meet you.

How do you do?

- Hello, Shelby.
- Excuse me, honey.

You're Laura Hunt.

- Yes?
- Hello. I'm Shelby Carpenter.

- Want to dance?
- I'm not alone.

Oh, him? I'll bet
he's still doing the polka.

Excuse me, please. Yes.

Betsy Ross taught it to me.

- Hello, Waldo. Darling, how are you?
- Hello, darling.

- I see you've met Shelby.
- Hello, Ann.

- Unavoidably.
- He was awfully nice to me in Louisville

at the Derby. His family's from Kentucky.

Sharecroppers, no doubt.

(SPEAKING FRENCH)

(SPEAKING FRENCH)

Louise. Louise, for the last time,
will you marry me?

I won't, but I've saved
some chicken livers for you.

Oh, you're an angel.
In the meantime, darling,

you think you could
get this spot out for me?

I can afford a blemish on my character
but not on my clothes.

- Mmm. Couldn't eat another mouthful.
- I'm afraid it's rouge.

- I'm afraid it's liquor.
- Louise. Oh.

May I have a glass of milk
for Mr. Lydecker?

Of course, Miss Hunt.

I forgot to tell you.
I also read palms.

I cook, I swallow swords, I mend my own
socks, I never eat garlic or onions.

What more can you want
of a man?

- Don't listen to that scalawag.
- I didn't expect to find him here, Louise.

What do you mean?
We're old friends.

She feeds me,
humors me, repairs me

and refuses to marry me,
don't you, honey?

- I do.
- She has good sense.

- Now, wait just a minute. Thanks, Louise.
- You're wasting your time.

- She's got good sense too.
- You're jealous.

And what does it feel like,
Mr. Carpenter?

What does what feel like,
Miss Hunt?

Living on the income
from an estate.

- Well, I, uh...
- Or don't you know?

Well, I did, until the sheriff
took it over 10 years ago.

Why maintain the fiction?
Why not work?

Believe it or not, I asked
one of my many friends for a job once,

executive of a big company,
2,500 employees.

He could have pressed a button
and done it, but he just laughed.

- He thought I was joking.
- Weren't you?

No. When I convinced him, he got
embarrassed, said he'd phone me.

That was months ago. Now whenever
he sees me, he looks the other way.

- Do you really want a job?
- Yes.

Oh, here you are.

Laura, dear, I cannot stand
these morons any longer.

If you don't come with me
this instant, I shall run amok.

All right, Waldo.

10:30 tomorrow,
Bullitt and Company.

You've got a job.

LYDECKER NARRATING: I concealed my
annoyance with masterly self-control,

but I sensed a situation
which would bear watching.

- Laura, take a look at this.
- (DOOR CLOSES)

Do you like it? Do you think it'll make
people want to bathe more often?

(CHUCKLES)
It should. It's excellent.

- There you are.
- Good night, Miss Hunt.

- Good night.
- Good night, Mr. Carpenter.

- Good night, honey.
- It's really very good. Who's the model?

A girl named Diane Redfern.
You hired her yourself last week.

- Don't you remember?
- Oh, yeah.

Well, let's go, moon of my delight.
I am starved.

- You usually are.
- (CHUCKLES)

- I approve of that hat.
- You do?

Mm-hmm.
And the girl in it too.

Thank you.

I knew there was
something on my mind.

What is it? Oh, yes.
Will you dine with me tomorrow night?

- Maybe.
- No, that isn't what's worrying me.

- It's the next night.
- But, Shelby, I can't be...

Good. What about three weeks from
tonight and all the nights in between?

Don't you think
I have any other engagements?

What about two months
from now and the month after that?

- What about next year?
- That's all settled. What about breakfast?

What about dancing?

What about lunch?
Beautiful lunches

- day after day after day after day?
- What about work?

Beautiful work,
day after day after day?

Why, Miss Hunt,
the way you talk.

- You'd think I was in love with you.
- (CHUCKLES)

Yes, Laura,
I heard everything he said.

I went to call for you.

I'm sorry, Waldo.

And that reminds me.

Old Mother Hubbard has
something in the cupboard.

The results of
my private investigation

of that sterling character,
Mr. Shelby Carpenter.

By stooping so low, you only
degrade yourself, Waldo.

Did you know that he almost went to jail
for passing rubber checks,

that he was suspected of stealing
his hostess's jewels

when he was a houseguest
in Virginia?

Naturally they'd suspect him,
because he isn't rich.

Those are only insinuations,

the cheapest kind.

These aren't only
insinuations, my dear.

There you are.
Read them.

What of it?

I know his faults.
A man can change, can't he?

People are always ready
to hold out a hand to slap you down,

but never to pick you up.

All right,
I'm helping Shelby.

His past is his own affair.

I only care about the present.

Speaking of the changed Mr. Carpenter
in the present tense,

he's now running around
with a model from your own office.

Her name is Diane Redfern.

I'm closer to despising you
than I thought I ever would be.

I'm sorry. I should have
told you before.

Shelby and I are going to be
married next week.

I believe you presented him with
a cigarette case on his last birthday.

Rather valuable, isn't it?

Where did you get it?

From the pawnshop where Diane Redfern
took it after he gave it to her.

I don't believe it. He probably needed
money and was too proud to borrow.

Carpenter proud?

Perhaps that's why
the pawn ticket was in her name.

Before this goes any further,
why, I'll just...

He isn't home.

He's dining
at Ann Treadwell's.

He can't be.
He asked me to dinner.

He would have canceled his appointment
with her if you had accepted.

He treats her
rather badly these days.

I'm afraid she'll say
he isn't there.

Waldo,

why are you doing this?

For you, Laura.

Shall we pay them a visit?

He won't be there, Waldo.
I know he won't.

All right. We'll see.

Don't you want to take this little
bauble along in case he is there?

- Good evening.
- Good evening.

- I'm sorry. Mrs. Treadwell is not home.
- We know, dear.

Good evening.

Hello, darling. I didn't expect
to see you tonight.

There you are, my dear.

In a moment of supreme disaster,
he's trite.

You've been reading
too many melodramas, Waldo.

I was just telling Ann
about our getting married.

Well, have you two
had dinner?

Would you like
a glass of wine?

(CHUCKLES)
Why don't you sit down?

I couldn't find out
if she saw Carpenter in the meantime.

All I know is that on Friday
she had lunch with Diane Redfern.

LYDECKER NARRATING: What came
of it, I hoped to hear that night.

I alternated between moods of

- over-optimism and over-pessimism.
- (PHONE RINGS)

When the phone rang,
I had a foreboding of disaster.

(RINGING CONTINUES)

I called to tell you, Waldo,
I'm frightfully sorry.

I can't have dinner
with you tonight.

Oh, no, no. I'm not sick.
I'm just dreadfully nervous.

I'm going to the country
for a few days.

Yes. I'm afraid
it's about Shelby.

Oh, no. Please.
There's nothing you can do.

I've got to think
this thing out for myself.

I'm sorry. I'll call you
when I get back. Good-bye.

It was the last time
I ever heard her voice.

I was sure she had
too much pride to forgive him.

But...

Where does
this Diane Redfern live?

Brooklyn somewhere.
She's in the phone book.

Come on. It's late.
Let's get going.

- Waiter.
- Yes, sir.

- All right.
- Thank you, Mr. Lydecker.

MCPHERSON: Good night.

I shall never forgive myself for
letting her become involved with Shelby.

It was my fault.

I should have
stopped it somehow.

Well, it's too late now.

Thanks for the wine.

Hello. Mosconi's?

This is Lieutenant McPherson,
Homicide Bureau.

Laura Hunt had been buying her liquor
from you for several years, hadn't she?

Yeah.

Did she ever buy a brand of scotch
called Black Pony?

Yeah.

- (DOOR CLOSES)
- I see.

Well, that's all
I wanted to know. Thanks.

She's here, McPherson,
the maid.

Okay.

- Come in, Miss Clary.
- Never mind the "Miss Clary" stuff.

My name's Bessie, and I'm a domestic,
and I got nothin' to be ashamed of.

Sit down, Bessie.

Her letters.

And her private diary.

You've been reading them,
pawing over them.

It's a shame in the face of the dead.
That's what it is. It's a shame.

- Sit down, Bessie.
- I'll stand on my own two feet.

Don't you go
ordering me around.

I ain't afraid of cops. I was
brought up to spit whenever I saw one.

Okay, go ahead and spit
if that'll make you feel better.

What do you want to know?

What we all want to know,
who killed Laura Hunt.

How would I know?

You don't think I done it?

I know you cops
get crazy notions,

but if you got any notion
concerning me...

Ask anyone,
anyone who ever come to this house.

I would have
worked for her.

I would have washed,
ironed, scrubbed,

done everything she wanted of me,
whether she paid me for it or not.

And it wasn't only on account of the
thousand sweet things she done for me.

It was because she was
so sweet herself,

because she was
a real fine lady.

But you cops
wouldn't know about that.

But you do. That's all the more reason
why you should help me, Bessie.

Do you happen to know how this got into
her liquor cabinet?

I put it there.

But she never bought cheap stuff like
that, not a lady like Miss Hunt.

- No.
- When did you put it in the cabinet?

- Saturday.
- Before the police came.

- Was it there Friday night before you left?
- No.

Are you sure of that?

I cleaned out
the cabinet on Friday

and put the empties
in the basement.

Then somebody was with her
in the apartment Friday night,

someone
who brought that bottle.

- Yes.
- Who?

I don't know,
but I didn't want anyone

getting any wrong ideas about her,
God rest her soul.

That's why I took it out of the bedroom
and put it in the cabinet

before the police got here.

And that ain't all I done.

I washed out the glasses
and cleaned off the bottle too.

Do you know what happens to people
who destroy evidence?

I don't care.

You ain't gonna tell
the newspaper reporters, are ya,

and let them make up
their nasty stories

and drag her name
through the mud?

Go ahead,
but it won't do you any good.

- I'll say you lied. I'll say...
- Take it easy, Bessie.

Get me some ice
and a setup, will you?

All right.

A couple of highball glasses.

(DOORBELL BUZZES)

Good morning.
Lieutenant McPherson sent for us.

- Good morning, Lieutenant.
- Hello, McPherson.

This is quite a delegation.
I only sent for you, Carpenter.

- I know.
- Shelby's dropping me off

at the hairdresser's later,

- so I thought I might as well come along.
- My excuse is equally feeble.

I just popped in
to pay my dubious respects

and inquire as to
the state of your health.

- Insipid, I trust.
- I was just going to pour myself a drink.

- Care to join me?
- A very nice idea.

Shelby, wouldn't you like one?

- I'll get it.
- Never mind.

Bessie, would you bring
a couple more glasses?

- Yes, sir.
- Hi, Bessie.

What are you doing here?

I'm paid up for the week,
and I'm working, regardless.

- Would you like one, Lydecker?
- I see no reason to exclude myself

if the host provides scotch.

- This do?
- I presume it'll have to.

How about you, Carpenter?
It's cheap, but it's potent.

As a matter of fact, I don't think I care
for any. I'm not much of a daytime drinker.

Uh-huh. That'll be all for you,
Bessie. You can go home now.

But I... Yes, sir.

I remember when Laura
bought these glasses.

She loved them.
She loved all her things so.

What are you going to do?
Sell them?

I don't know.
I suppose so. Thank you.

If I'm appointed
administrator of the estate,

I shall probably just call in Corey.

You mean Lancaster Corey,
the art dealer?

Yes. He was
a friend of Laura's.

Let him dispose of everything.
It'll be less gruesome that way.

Not quite everything, Ann.

Two or three things in here
belong to me.

This vase, for instance,

and that, uh, clock, of course,

and the antique fire screen.

- I only lent them to Laura, you know.
- Oh, really, Waldo.

Yes, really. This vase is the gem of my
collection. I intend to have it back.

- (SCOFFS)
- And the clock and the screen too.

But they aren't yours. You gave them
to Laura. I won't permit it.

Does an alleged fiancé
have any voice in this matter?

I'll take the vase with me now

and send someone to collect
the other things this very day.

Nothing is leaving here
except you, Lydecker.

Is that your quaint way
of indicating dismissal?

We're all going anyway. I have to be
back at headquarters by noon.

Lieutenant, I don't understand.
You sent for me, didn't you?

- Yeah.
- Well, don't you want to see me?

- Don't you want to ask me some questions?
- I'll be seeing you.

- Well...
- I bid you good day.

Come along, Shelby.

Are you making any progress
on the case, Lieutenant?

We're doing all right.

- Hello, Mark.
- Go get something to eat. I'll take over.

- Thanks.
- Take your time.

(SIGHS)

Fred?

(CLICKING)

- Yes?
- What's the matter? Did you go to sleep?

This is McPherson.
Any calls come through?

Well, keep listening.

No. Nothing new.

(DOORBELL BUZZING)

I happened to see
the lights on.

Have you sublet
this apartment?

You're here often enough
to pay rent.

- Any objections?
- Yes.

I object to you prying
into Laura's letters,

especially those from me.

- Why? Yours are the best in the bunch.
- Thanks.

But I didn't
write them to you.

Haven't you any sense
of privacy?

Murder victims have
no claim to privacy.

Have detectives who buy portraits
of murder victims a claim to privacy?

Lancaster Corey told me
that you've already put in a bid for it.

That's none of your business.

McPherson, did it ever strike you
that you're acting very strangely?

It's a wonder you don't come here like a
suitor, with roses and a box of candy,

drugstore candy, of course.

Have you ever dreamed
of Laura as your wife,

by your side at the policeman's ball,
or in the bleachers,

or listening to the heroic story of how
you got a silver shinbone

from a gun battle
with a gangster?

- I see you have.
- Why don't you go home? I'm busy.

Perhaps we can
come to terms now.

You want the portrait.
Perfectly understandable.

I want my possessions,
my vase, my clock and my screen.

Also perfectly understandable.
Now, if you...

Get going.

You better watch out, McPherson,
or you'll end up in a psychiatric ward.

I don't think they've ever had a patient
who fell in love with a corpse.

(DOOR OPENS)

What are you doing here?

You're alive.

If you don't get out at once,
I'm going to call the police.

You are Laura Hunt,
aren't you?

Aren't you?

- I'm going to call the police.
- Well, I am the police.

Mark McPherson.

What's this all about?

Don't you know?

- Don't you know what's happened?
- No.

Haven't you seen the papers?
Where have you been?

Up in the country.
I don't get a newspaper.

- Haven't you got a radio?
- It was broken.

What...

Somebody was murdered
in this room.

Do you have any idea
who it was?

No.

Who had a key
to your apartment?

Nobody.

Are you sure?

- When did it happen?
- Friday night.

What are you
going to do now?

Find out
who was murdered

and then find the murderer.

You'd better take off those wet clothes.
You might catch cold.

Yeah.

(DOOR CLOSES)

I found this in my closet.

It's Diane Redfern's.

It wasn't here when I left.
She's one of our models.

Just about my size.

Beautiful, wasn't she?

Do you suppose...

Sit down, please.

This is Monday night.
You left on Friday.

- Rather a long weekend, isn't it?
- Yes.

What train did you take?

The 7:26.

- See anybody you knew on the train?
- No.

- Then what?
- Then I got off the train at Norwalk.

Saw nobody you knew
at the station either?

No.

Go on.

Then I went to the garage
where I keep my car.

It's a private garage.
Nobody saw me there either.

Then I drove to my house.

You were there three days.
What did you do?

Work in my garden.

You didn't go out
in all that time?

No. I had everything
I needed in the house.

- Nobody came to see you?
- Nobody.

I went there to be alone.

Police were there on Saturday.
There was no one in the house.

Oh, yes. Saturday,
I took a long walk.

I walked for hours
in the woods.

You were going to
marry Shelby Carpenter this week.

Thursday, if I'm not mistaken.

Yes.

Yet you went away
just before your wedding,

for a long weekend
to be alone.

I was tired.
I'd been working hard.

You know Shelby Carpenter has a key to
this apartment. Why didn't you tell me?

I know nothing of the sort.
He hasn't.

How else did the girl
get into the apartment?

You knew she was in love with Carpenter,
that he'd given her your cigarette case.

You know all that,
don't you?

I knew that she was in love with him.
She told me so herself.

- When did she tell you?
- At lunch last Friday.

I also know she meant nothing to Shelby.
I understand him better than you do.

She was found in your
dressing gown and slippers.

That's hardly the regulation costume
for an impersonal chat

between a man and woman
who mean nothing to each other.

Did you know or did you suspect he was
going to bring her here Friday night?

How could I? I don't know that he
brought her here. Neither do you.

- You merely assume it.
- What other assumption is possible?

Do you love Carpenter so much you'd risk
your own safety to protect him?

My own safety?
Do you suspect me?

I suspect nobody and everybody.
I'm merely trying to get at the truth.

I see you have been trying
to get at the truth.

You've read things I never meant
anyone else to look at.

Strictly routine.

I'm sorry. Really.

I'd better be going. I'll see you
in the morning, Miss Hunt.

Oh, I must ask you not to leave
the house or use the phone.

But... But I've got
to let my friends know I'm alive.

Sorry, Miss Hunt,
but I must insist you do as I say.

- Am I under arrest?
- No.

But if anything should happen
to you this time, I wouldn't like it.

All right.
I promise.

There's one more thing.
You may as well know what I know,

some of it, at any rate.

It'll save time and a lot
of unnecessary fencing.

I know that you went away
to make up your mind

whether you'd marry
Shelby Carpenter or not.

What did you decide?
I want the truth.

I decided
not to marry him.

I'll see you in the morning.
Good night.

Good night.

(DOOR CLOSES)

Really?
Does McPherson know that?

Uh-huh. Well, okay.
Good-bye.

Say, Mark, that was
the medical examiner's report.

It wasn't Laura Hunt. It was Diane
Redfern that was bumped off upstairs.

- Kinda balls things up, doesn't it?
- Yeah.

- Say, you're not taking it too hard.
- (PHONE CLICKING)

Wait a minute.

- CARPENTER: Hello?
- This is Laura. I've...

Don't say anything on the phone.
Meet me right away.

I'll wait for you in my car
in front of Bullitt's.

- Was that...
- Yeah.

Dames are always
pulling a switch on you.

Stand by.

(NO AUDIBLE DIALOGUE)

You follow her.
I'm gonna tail him.

(THUNDER CRASHES)

(THUNDER CONTINUES)

MCPHERSON: Are you taking it down
or putting it away, Carpenter?

- It's been fired lately.
- Yes. I killed some rabbits with it.

- When?
- Oh, a while back. I don't know exactly.

You know about guns,
don't you?

- Yes.
- How come you didn't clean it afterward?

I don't know.
I forgot, I suppose.

- Your initials?
- Yes. I gave it to Laura for protection.

She didn't want it,
but I insisted.

This house is rather isolated,
as you see.

- Did you teach her how to use it?
- No.

- Does she know how?
- I don't know. It didn't occur to me to ask.

You're a vague sort of a fellow,
aren't you, Carpenter?

I've spent very little time in observing
my own character, Mr. McPherson.

You haven't borrowed it lately?
You didn't just bring it back tonight?

You followed me here.
You saw me come in. You ought to know.

You, uh, realize
the spot you're in, Carpenter?

You took that poor girl
to Miss Hunt's apartment.

You knew all along
it was she who was murdered.

Didn't you know Laura Hunt would come
back any day and spill the whole thing?

Or did you plan
to kill her too,

hide the body someplace
and cover up your first crime?

You're being fantastic,
McPherson.

You took a bottle of Black Pony
to her house Friday night.

I took it there
over a week ago.

Bessie said it wasn't there Friday
night. It was Saturday morning.

I can't help what Bessie said.

- Where's the key to her apartment?
- I haven't got it.

What did you do with it,
give it back to her tonight?

I never had one.

You didn't take the bottle
of scotch to her house Friday night.

You haven't got a key to her apartment.
How did you get in?

- Well, I...
- You had a key, and I know it.

- Now, come on, Carpenter. Spill it.
- I...

Laura kept a duplicate key
at her office. I went over and got it.

I'd asked Diane to dine with me. I wanted
to have it out with her once and for all.

You know, she thought... Well,
she thought she was in love with me.

Well, we couldn't go on talking
in public places. She was too upset.

I couldn't go to her room, and I didn't
want to take her to my hotel.

- So we went to Laura's.
- Yeah?

We talked there
for about three hours,

- and then the doorbell rang and...
- Go on.

Diane was frightened.
But knowing Laura as I've known her,

I've learned to be
surprised at nothing.

What do you mean by that?

Her friends would come to her
with their troubles

at all hours
of the day or night.

I asked Diane
to answer the door.

Why didn't you go yourself?

Supposing one of Laura's friends
had found me there.

- Why open the door at all?
- They must have seen the light.

What about the girl? Diane,
what about her reputation?

I asked her to tell them Laura had let
her the apartment while she was away.

Anybody that knew Laura
would have believed that.

- Yeah. Go on.
- Well, then the doorbell rang again.

I could hear Diane's mules,
Laura's they were

clattering across the bare boards
between the rugs.

Then there was a moment's silence
and then a shot.

It was an awful explosion.

By the time I reached her,
the door was closed.

- She lay there on the floor.
- Did you go out to see who it was?

No. I was too confused, too horrified,
incapable of doing anything.

The room was dark. I saw only
a vague heap lying on the floor.

I don't think
I fully grasped the situation.

I think I called her name,
but I'm not sure. I...

I remember kneeling on the floor,
feeling her heart.

My first instinct
was to call the police.

- Why didn't you?
- I don't know.

Or rather, I was afraid,
not only for myself, but for Laura.

In a panicky sort of way, I felt I must
keep out of this to keep Laura out of it.

I know now how foolish
and hopeless it was,

but there was only
one thing on my mind,

the safety of a person whose life
was dearer to me than my own.

Don't you understand that?

Did you think
Laura had done it?

- Did you?
- I don't remember what I thought.

- Do you think so now?
- No.

- But you didn't?
- No.

On Saturday, when our men went to the
hotel to tell you that Laura was dead,

- you seemed sincerely shocked.
- I was. I hadn't expected that mistake.

But you had your alibi ready
no matter who was dead.

Yet you knew the minute
Laura got back it wouldn't stick.

Don't you see? I was incapable
of thinking that far ahead.

I was incapable
of thinking at all.

I was groping for some way
to keep Laura's name out of it.

I was heartbroken about Diane
and panic-stricken about Laura.

I haven't slept a full two hours
since this thing happened.

Let's get back to the present. What did
you and Laura talk about tonight?

I told her the whole story,
just as I've told you.

She phoned you after she promised me
she wouldn't call anybody.

What did she want?

It's perfectly natural
she should want to see me

especially
after what's happened.

Why don't you tell the truth? She sent
you here to get rid of this gun.

She did not. It was my own idea.
She doesn't even know I'm here.

(SWING)

- It works fine, doesn't it?
- Yes. Did you think it wouldn't?

I hoped it wouldn't.
All right. Let's go.

- Well, am I under arrest?
- No, but you're not to leave town

and it would be
foolish of you to try it.

(DOORBELL BUZZES)

- Good morning.
- Good morning.

- What's that?
- Breakfast.

You didn't buy any food
when you went out last night.

I'll fix some bacon and eggs.
Can you make coffee?

Suppose you set the table
while I get breakfast.

Do you always sound like this
in the morning?

Don't tell me
you can cook.

My mother always listened
sympathetically to my dreams of a career

and then taught me
another recipe.

- (DOORKNOB RATTLING)
- Shh! Don't move.

(SCREAMS, SOBBING)

It's all right, Bessie.
It's all right, Bessie.

- (SOBBING)
- She's alive.

It's all been
a mistake, Bessie.

I'm not a ghost. Really.

I found you,
and you were dead.

It was Miss Redfern's
body you found.

How about
taking over here,

fixing us some
coffee and eggs.

But I saw it
with my own eyes.

I don't
understand it.

Have you ever
heard a ghost ask for eggs?

No, miss.

You'll be all right,
Bessie.

Somebody should have warned her.
Poor Bessie.

By the way, I've asked Waldo Lydecker
to come here this morning.

- Did you tell him?
- No.

Why not?
It's brutal.

I'm not doing it for fun.

Why did you break your promise
and go out and see Shelby last night?

You forced me
to give you my word.

I never have been and I
never will be bound by anything

I don't do
of my own free will.

Redfern was in love
with Carpenter.

You admitted that
last night.

- May I have a match, please?
- Oh, I'm sorry.

I also told you that
he wasn't in love with her.

- (DOORBELL BUZZES)
- Just sit still.

Hello, Lieutenant.

- Morning, my darling.
- Hello, dear.

Thank you.

It's on again.

Do I have to get a permit
from the police department

to kiss my fiancée good morning?

So he made you
change your mind.

Speaking of changing one's mind,
Mr. McPherson,

I have just come
from my lawyer.

Yeah? Did he tell you how much
you'll get off for good behavior?

No, but he told me that anything
I may have said last night

was said under duress
and can't be used against me.

Besides, none of it was true.

Smart lawyer you've got.

Maybe he told you how that scotch
got up here Friday night

after you'd bought it
at Mosconi's.

Maybe it was the lawyer
who brought Diane Redfern up here.

- (DOORBELL BUZZES)
- Maybe...

Well, McPherson,

have you thought over
the deal I suggested?

- Waldo.
- (THUD)

Waldo.

(GASPING)
Right-hand pocket.

You want a doctor?

Right-hand pocket.

We'd better take him
into the bedroom.

- What...
- Don't try and say anything, dear.

Just be quiet.

I think this is
carrying things too far.

Your methods are vicious.
There ought to be a law against it.

- Yeah?
- How does he feel now?

It was a terrible shock.
Poor darling.

Don't tell me you're in love
with him too.

Look here, fella. You're not to talk
that way to Miss Hunt.

Shut up. Why do you cover up
for a guy like him?

- Don't answer him, Laura.
- What story did he tell you last night?

Don't answer him. Let him
talk to our lawyer.

Our lawyer?

- So now you're covering up for each other.
- Look at him, Laura.

He's beginning to crack up.
He'd use anything to make an arrest

just so he can be a big shot
in the headlines.

I've got enough on you
to arrest you right now.

Quick, McPherson,
the handcuffs.

- Trundle him off to the hoosegow.
- You keep out of this.

You'll look nice in bracelets.

Why don't you get down
on all fours again, Waldo?

It's the only time you've ever
kept your mouth shut.

I hope you'll forgive
my wee touch of epilepsy, my dear.

It's an old family custom.

Well, McPherson, what does
Laura's resurrection do to you?

Too bad Diane Redfern
can't be resurrected.

I'm afraid I've interrupted
what you call "a pinch."

(CHUCKLES)
Do your duty, McPherson.

You know, Lydecker,
you've made me change my mind.

- For the moment.
- Well, in that case,

we'll have time
for a little get-together.

You'd better order some liquor
and some food, Laura.

What for?

People are coming
to celebrate your return.

Ann and Bullitt and Corey.
Everybody.

- Who asked them to come?
- I did, when I was in there.

I phoned my man,
and he's calling everyone.

- Why did you do that, Waldo?
- A sense of the fitness of things, my dear.

Perhaps our friend can weave all the
loose ends into a noose. Eh, McPherson?

Sorry you went to all that trouble.
I've already called them.

You're working yourself
to death, darling.

- I haven't had a moment with you all day.
- It's a very thirsty crowd.

(CHUCKLES) Oh, after all,
it isn't your homecoming.

Aren't you being
a little bit nasty, Ann?

I feel nasty
when I don't see you.

Well, you look very sweet. That's
a completely wonderful hat, darling.

Now, if you'll forgive me,
Laura wants a cocktail.

- So do I.
- Well, here you go.

Shelby, why don't you
come to your senses?

You know it's all over between you
and Laura, or it soon will be.

But you haven't lost me.
Why don't we get married now?

Ann, dear, you don't seem
to realize the situation.

Yes, but I do.

That's why you need me. We'll get
the best lawyer that money can buy.

When it's all over, we'll go away,
anywhere you want,

and forget about all this.

Thanks, Ann, but you see,
Laura needs me. Sorry.

Uh-uh.

- Laura.
- Thanks.

If you don't mind,
I'd like a word with Miss Hunt.

I don't mind.
Talk to her as much as you like.

- I see he's taking a new tack.
- What do you mean?

Trying to make you like him
to make you talk.

Shelby, tell me,
why did you go to...

Excuse me.

Why did you go
to the cottage last night?

But don't you know?
I was afraid

you wouldn't think
of hiding that shotgun.

- What shotgun?
- The one I gave you.

You don't have to lie
to me, darling.

I'll stand by you.

What's the matter,
Laura?

Oh, I guess I'm just nervous.
That's all.

So am I.

McPherson suspects Shelby.

He seems to suspect me too.

And so do
some of my friends.

You? (SCOFFS)
Don't be absurd.

- You could never do a thing like that.
- And Shelby?

Oh, I don't think
he did it.

But he's capable of it.

Are you as interested in McPherson
as he is in you?

But, Ann, I only
met him last night.

That's more than
long enough sometimes.

Anyway, he's better for you
than Shelby. Anybody is.

- Shelby's better for me.
- Why?

Because I can afford him,
and I understand him.

He's no good,
but he's what I want.

I'm not a nice person,
Laura. Neither is he.

He knows I know he's
just what he is.

He also knows
that I don't care.

We belong together because we're
both weak and can't seem to help it.

That's why I know
he's capable of murder.

He's like me.

No, dear, I didn't

but I thought of it.

(PHONE RINGS)

Hello? Yes. Yes.

Oh, it's for you, Lieutenant.

Thank you, Bessie.

McPherson.

Yeah, I know.
Don't worry.

I told you I'd bring in
the killer today.

Yeah. I was just gonna
make the arrest when you called.

No, I can't tell you now.
I'm not alone.

You'll see when I come in.

Right. See you later.

All right. Let's go.

- You mean...
- Yeah.

BESSIE: Oh, no!

No. No, no.

Not Miss Hunt.

Please!

Thank you, Bessie.

Thank you.

Now will you please be good enough
to go and get me my things?

- (CRYING) Yes, miss.
- Laura.

Don't worry, darling.
Let them accuse you.

We'll fight them.

I have every weapon,
money, connections, prestige.

And my column.

Every day, millions will read about you
and rally to your defense.

You talk as if you wanted
to see her tried for murder.

Yes. Rather than let you blacken
her name with suspicions and rumors.

Try to prove her guilty.

Get on the witness stand
with your poor shreds of evidence.

I'll expose your cheap methods
you used on her.

- Thank you, Bessie.
- Laura, I told you to watch out for this fella.

- Can we go now?
- I warned you.

It's too bad you didn't
open that door Friday night, Carpenter.

- Wait a minute. (GROANS)
- ANN: Shelby!

Oh, did he hurt you, darling?

Darling.

(WHIMPERING) Ann.

Come in.

Sit down.

- That'll be all, Gallagher.
- Yes, sir.

All right. Let's have it.
Look at me.

What are you trying to do,
force a confession out of me?

You've been holding out,
and I want to know why.

It'll be easier for you
if you tell the truth.

What difference
does it make what I say?

You've made up your mind
I'm guilty.

- Are you?
- Don't tell me you have any doubts.

Since you...
Oh, I can't.

Please. Do I have to have
those lights in my face?

Thanks. No, I didn't
kill Diane Redfern

or anyone else.

Then why...

Why did you tell me the radio
at your country place was broken?

- Because it was broken.
- Not when I tried it.

Just as I was leaving the village,
I asked the local handyman to fix it.

How did he get in?

I always leave a key under the flowerpot
on the porch.

You're too intelligent to make up
something I could check so easily

but you're intelligent enough to have
broken it yourself to strengthen your story.

The main thing I want to know is

why you pulled that switch on me
about Carpenter.

You told me last night
you decided not to marry him.

- Yes, I guess I did.
- But today it was on again. Why?

Well,
I changed my mind.

What are you trying to hide? Don't you
realize you're involved in a murder?

You've got yourself in a jam it's not
going to be easy to get out of,

unless you're on the level
with me.

This is no time for secrets.

Now, did you really decide
to call it off

or did you just tell me that because
you knew I wanted to hear it?

What went on between you and Carpenter
when you saw him last night?

- (CHAIR THUDS)
- Did he persuade you to make up?

Or did you agree
to pretend you had?

- Was that it?
- Well, we... That is, both of us thought...

He convinced you that if you
broke the engagement now,

people would think
you believed he was guilty.

Yes, but now I know it was only
because he thought I was.

- Did you believe he was guilty?
- No. I'm sure he isn't.

But he'd gotten himself
into an awfully suspicious position

and he's the sort of man that people are
always ready to believe the worst about.

Are you in love with him?

I don't see how
I ever could have been.

Come on.
You're going home.

- But I thought I was...
- That's what I wanted you to think.

You and a few others.
I didn't even book you.

You mean this was
some sort of a game?

I was 99% certain
about you

but I had to get rid of
that one percent doubt.

Wasn't there
an easier way to make sure?

I'd reached a point
where I needed official surroundings.

Then it was worth it, Mark.

I'll call a cab for you.

Good night.
I'll see you tomorrow.

Good night, Mark.

I'm going over
to Lydecker's apartment.

(BUZZING)

(CHIMING)

It still doesn't
make sense to me, Laura.

He's playing some sort
of a game with you.

- I don't think so.
- I don't deny that he's infatuated with you

in some warped way
of his own.

But he isn't capable of any normal,
warm human relationship.

He's been dealing
with criminals too long.

When you were unattainable,
when he thought you were dead,

that's when
he wanted you most.

But he was glad
when I came back

as if he were
waiting for me.

Do you know what
he calls women? "Dames."

A "dame" in Washington Heights
got a fox fur out of him.

- His very words.
- That doesn't mean anything.

He isn't like that.

Laura, you have
one tragic weakness.

With you, a lean, strong body
is the measure of a man

and you always get hurt.

No man is ever
going to hurt me again.

No one, not even you.

I? Hurt you?

Laura, look at me.

When a man has everything
in the world that he wants,

except what he wants most,

he loses his self-respect.

It makes him bitter, Laura.

He wants to hurt someone
as he's been hurt.

You were a long time
in finding out about Shelby,

but that's over now.

- We'll be back together again.
- (DOOR OPENS)

Haven't you heard of science's
newest triumph, the doorbell?

I don't like to remind her.

- That was the murderer's signal.
- Did you eavesdrop too? I hope.

I thought you'd like to know. We
tested your shotgun. It isn't the one.

Now, that's what I call
a typical move,

a real key
to the man's character.

First he tells you that
he thinks you're innocent,

then proceeds
to check up on you.

When I report that I think
she's innocent,

that's my own personal opinion.

When I submit proof, it becomes
the opinion of the department.

This entire maneuver could be a trick
to get you off your guard.

It could be, but it isn't.

- I believe you, Mark.
- It's the same obvious pattern, Laura.

If McPherson weren't muscular and
handsome in a cheap sort of way,

you'd see through him
in a second.

Waldo, I mean to be
as kind about this as I know how

but I must tell you, you're the one who
follows the same obvious pattern.

First it was Jacoby, then Shelby.
And now I suppose...

- Laura, I...
- I don't think

we should see each other again.

- You're not yourself, darling.
- Yes, I am.

For the first time in ages,
I know what I'm doing.

Very well.

I hope you'll never regret
what promises to be

a disgustingly
earthy relationship.

My congratulations, McPherson.

Listen to my broadcast
in 15 minutes.

I'm discussing
great lovers of history.

(CLOCK CHIMES)

It was the most difficult thing
I ever had to do in my whole life.

All I need is the gun.

What are you doing?

Do you know the combination
to this thing?

- I never knew it had one.
- It must be somewhere. Oh.

- Have you ever seen this before?
- No.

Waldo gave you that clock,
didn't he?

Yes.

The doorbell rang

and Diane Redfern
went to the door in your negligee.

She opened the door.
The room was dark.

Waldo saw a girl standing there,
and he assumed it was you.

He figured that if
he couldn't have you himself,

he was gonna make sure
that nobody else did.

So he let her have it

with both barrels,
right in the face.

She fell here.

Waldo heard Shelby running
from the next room

so he hid
in the stairway outside.

Shelby was scared,
so he ran out as fast as he could.

Then Waldo came back
and placed the gun in that clock.

I knew it.

I've felt it
ever since I came back

but I didn't want
to believe it.

I couldn't make myself
believe that

Waldo was a murderer.

- Well, he is.
- He didn't really kill Diane Redfern.

- I killed her.
- What are you talking about?

But I did, Mark. I did as surely
as if I'd pulled the trigger myself.

That's nonsense.
Forget it.

No, Mark, I can't.
I'm as guilty as he is,

not for anything I did,
but for what I didn't do.

But I couldn't help myself.
I owed him too much.

I can understand that,
Laura,

but I can't understand why
you've tried so hard

to protect Shelby these last few days.

I was nearly frantic for fear
you'd arrest Shelby.

I knew he wasn't guilty.
He hasn't enough courage to kill a fly.

And Waldo was doing everything
he could to incriminate him.

It was his way
of getting rid of Shelby,

just as he did Jacoby.

I must say, for a charming,
intelligent girl,

you've certainly surrounded yourself
with a remarkable collection of dopes.

Don't touch anything.
Fingerprints will be important.

I'll have the clock
picked up tomorrow.

- What are you going to do?
- Arrest Waldo.

- Mark.
- Can't be helped.

That's to make sure
you're not disturbed.

If the doorbell rings,
don't answer it.

- I'll phone you in the morning.
- Good night, Mark.

Get some sleep. Forget
the whole thing like a bad dream.

(SOFT CREAK)

(CLICK)

(CLOCK CHIMING)

RADIO: LYDECKER'S VOICE: And thus,
as history has proved, love is eternal.

It has been the strongest motivation
for human actions

throughout centuries.

Love is stronger than life.

It reaches beyond
the dark shadow of death.

I close this evening's
broadcast

with some favorite lines
from Dowson.

Brief Life.

"They are not long,
the weeping and the laughter,

"love and desire
and hate.

"I think they have
no portion in us

"after we pass the gate."

- Who's tailing Lydecker?
- I was going to, when he came out.

- He left five minutes ago.
- He didn't come out this way.

Must've gone out the back way.
Come on. Let's check.

RADIO, CONTINUING: "They are
not long, the days of wine and roses.

"Out of a misty dream,
our path emerges for a while,

"then closes within a dream."

- That's the way it is, isn't it, Laura?
- Waldo!

RADIO ANNOUNCER: You have
heard the voice of Waldo Lydecker

by electrical transcription.

Waldo, you've taken one life.
Isn't that enough?

The best part of myself,
that's what you are.

Do you think I'm going to leave it
to the vulgar pawing

of a second-rate detective
who thinks you're a dame?

Do you think I could bear the thought
of him holding you in his arms,

- kissing you, loving you?
- (DOORBELL BUZZES)

Laura! It's Mark.
Open the door!

- There he is now.
- Laura!

- (DOOR RATTLING)
- He'll find us together, Laura,

as we always have been, as we always
should be, as we always will be.

(SHOTGUN BLAST)

Mark!

(LAURA SOBS)

Good-bye, Laura.

LYDECKER: Good-bye, my love.