All language subtitles for The Immoral Three (Doris Wishman, 1975).english-hearing impaired

(upbeat music)

(phone rings)

Hello?

(gasps)
(ominous music)

Hello?

(Jane groans)

Jane, are you there?

Answer me.

Hello?

Answer me!
(brooding music)

Hello.

Hello!

(ominous orchestral music)

Jane!

(solemn organ music)

Ladies, if you would please
join me in the next room.

Won't you make yourselves
comfortable, please?

There's a great deal I have
to say to you. A great deal.

And then I'd like to
read this will to you.

Ladies, this gentleman is Bill Morrissey.

I am John Erickson.

And for many years, I've
been your mother's attorney

and confidant and good friend.

Sandy.

Ginny.

Nancy.

You are sisters.

[Women] Sisters?

[John] That's right.
You three are sisters.

That's ridiculous.

As I explained in the
telegrams I sent you,

Jane Tennay, the deceased, is your mother.

I don't believe it.

Up until two days ago, I was an orphan.

Now you want to convince me

that I have two sisters and a mother?

Come on now.

I suppose it would be easiest
to begin at the beginning.

(upbeat music)

I watched Jane grow from a lovely teenager

to a beautiful, exciting,
and desirous woman.

Then Jane met Mike Burns.

(Jane moans)

Fell madly in love with
him and married him.

A year later, a child was born.

Sandy, you are that child.

I went away to law school.

When I returned, Jane
came to me for a divorce.

You, Sandy, were sent to a foster home.

Poor mother.

Where is he? My father.

Bill, why don't you tell the girls

about Jane's activities?

When I first saw your mother,

I realized what an asset she
would be to our government.

After many months, I convinced
her to become an agent.

Agent 73, to be exact.

First you tell us we three are sisters.

Then you hit me with a Mata
Hari mother. What's next?

Well, my dear, that's the way it was.

Your mother's first
assignment was to crack

an international spy ring
with headquarters in Moscow.

(door opens)

(Jane sighs)

(door closes)

(upbeat funk music)

[John] Jane used the only weapon she had

to get the information we needed.

(ominous orchestral music)

(grunting)

(spy groans)

(spy growls)

(Jane grunts)

(slap)

(Jane groans)
(slap)

(Jane grunts)

(Jane pants)

(spy groans)

(Jane breathes heavily)

Because it was her first assignment,

Jane must have been careless.

Some months later, you, Ginny,

occupational side effect
number one, were born.

(dark music)

(man moans and breathes heavily)

Jane went to Munich to get
the information we had to have

about a new top-secret
underground testing device.

(suspenseful music)

(pills plop)

(man groans)

It seems that, once
again, Jane was careless,

and then you, Nancy,

occupational side effect
number two, were born.

As years went by, your
mother made some very

successful investments and she
became exceedingly wealthy.

And now I would like to
read your mother's will.

"I, Jane Tennay, do hereby
leave my entire estate

to my three precious daughters,
Sandy, Nancy, and Ginny,

to be divided equally, giving
$1 million to each daughter.

Should one of my daughters die
before this will is executed,

the money is to be divided
between the remaining two.

Should two of my daughters die,

then the survivor shall
inherit all three million.

And if all three die, then my
money goes to (clears throat)

the executor of my estate.

My dear and advisor, John Erickson.

If by chance I am murdered,
Sandy, Nancy and Ginny

will have one year to avenge my death

in order to collect their inheritance.

If, after one year, they are
unable to find my murderer,

then all my money, once
again, goes to John Erickson.

My dear girls, it was
necessary to send you away

to separate schools where
your identity was not known

to safeguard you from my enemies.

Now all you have is each other.

Stay together, live in my house,

get to know one another as sisters.

Love one another and avenge my death.

Signed,

Jane Tennay."

In your mother's desk is a folder

with the pictures of four men,

one of whom I am convinced
is your mother's killer.

She must've been so unhappy.

[John] Shall we go now?

I took the Liberty of
sending all of your luggage

directly to your mother's house.

(suspenseful music)

Listen, I don't think
I'm going with you.

I'll stay at the airport until
I get a flight to Chicago.

You can send my luggage there.

Please think it over.

I'd like us to get to know
each other. We are sisters.

- I'll drive the girls.
- But you can't.

What's the matter with you, John?

These girls will never find the house.

(suspenseful music)

(ignition clicks)

(explosion roars)

(women gasp)

[Nancy] You'd better
to come with us, Sandy.

Quick! Get into my car.

We can't be here when the police arrive.

(ominous orchestral music)

[Sandy] Why aren't the police

investigating my mother's murder?

[John] Because your mother
had officially left the AIC

and was no longer an
agent of the government

when she was killed.

The case is out of our hands.

We cannot take any steps at this time

towards finding her murderer.

And because of the nature of her work,

we cannot call in the police.

Therefore, it is up to
you to find the assassin,

if you want to avenge your
mother's death (clears throat)

and inherit the $3 million.

You'll have to let yourselves
in. I must get back to town.

Call me if you need anything.

[Ginny] Thank you, Mr. Erickson.
You've been just great.

- Thank you, Mr. Erickson.
- Goodbye, girls.

Remember, I'm at your service.

[Sandy] Goodbye, And thanks, I suppose.

(upbeat jazz music)

(Ginny chuckles)

(alcohol trickles)

Mr. Erickson, he sure
thinks of everything.

Sandy, Ginny, let's talk.

[Ginny] I suppose we do have
a great deal to talk about.

[Nancy] I do wish you wouldn't
be so indifferent, Sandy.

What's the matter with you, anyway?

I think we should at
least try to get along.

After all, we are sisters.

Sort of sisters.

[Nancy] I think we should
look at the rest of the house.

(bright orchestral music)

Ginny, come here, Take a look at this.

[Ginny] That looks like a picture of me.

[Nancy] It really looks like you.

I wonder who he is.

Mother was beautiful, wasn't she?

[Sandy] She doesn't
look beautiful to me.

(scoffs)

[Nancy] All of the bedrooms
are pretty much alike,

so it doesn't matter which one you choose.

I'll take that room.

(cheerful music)

(birds chirp)

(upbeat music)

(moaning)

(moaning)

(upbeat funk music)

[Sandy] Come on in.

Okay.

Here goes nothin'.

(water splashes)

Oh, it's good.

(water splashes)

(water splashes)

Oh, this is great.

(sighs)

(water splashes)

(mellow jazz music)

(Sandy yawns)

(doorbell rings)

Just a minute!

(doorbell rings)

The door is open. Come on in!

(cheerful music)

Next time, use the back door.

Well, it's about time you got here.

Our cupboard is almost bare.

You certainly deserve a big tip

for carrying such a big package,

but I don't have any change.

Maybe this will do, instead.

That's enough. Now get out.

(grunts)

(grunts and pants)

Get out!

(grunting)

Stop it!

(grunting)

Leave me alone!

Stop, I tell you!
(grunting)

Help, help!

(grunting)

Oh! What's happening?

Get off! Get off!
(dramatic orchestral music)

Get outta here!

(grunting)

(grunting)

Get out!

[Ginny] Stay out!

(knocks)

[Delivery Boy] Hey, you
didn't pay me, lady! Hey!

(knocks)

(muffled chatter)

Hey, lady!

Hey, lady! You didn't pay me!

Sandy, Ginny? Come in here, please.

(suspenseful music)

This is the folder that Mr.
Erickson left on mother's desk.

It contains all the information

about the four men that we're looking for.

This is much, much better
than "Mission: Impossible...

"Joe Bianco: age 38, five
foot seven, weight 175 pounds.

Last known address: Eight
Sunset Drive, Las Vegas, Nevada.

Bianco is usually found in his
Las Vegas casino, Cavelito.

Hans Mueller: age 42, weight 180 pounds,

height, six foot one.

Last known address: 2-98 Redford
Drive, Fresno, California.

Thomas Fleet: age 54,

height, five foot eight,

weight, 140 pounds.

Last known address: 17
Balfour Avenue, New York City.

Maurice Stolla: age 60.

Last known address: 9-20 East
81st Street, New York City."

If one of these men did kill our mother,

then it's going to be
up to us to find him.

Since there are three
of us and four suspects,

do you have any ideas how
we should split this up?

You take two.

Give the little lush over
there two and count me out.

I don't care who killed Mata Hari.

Maybe you don't,

but I bet you care a lot
about the million dollars.

Well, a million dollars.

Three million is much more exciting.

We take all the risks while you-

[Sandy] I think I'll go back to bed.

(knocks)

(playful music)

(moans)
(knocks)

[Ginny] Sandy, I'm going now.

I just wanted to say goodbye.

[Sandy] Goodbye, Ginny.

(knocks)

Come in.

I'm leaving now.

Goodbye, Ginny, and good luck.

Remember to keep in touch with me

and let me know what's happening.

I will.

Now, Ginny, you know
where I'll be in Fresno,

if you want me.

The Willis hotel, right?
(car horn honks)

That must be your cab, Ginny.

- You be careful, too.
- Of course I will.

Bye.

Bye now.

(ominous orchestral music)

(playful music)

(doorbell buzzes)

[Maurice] Yes.

I'm looking for Maurice Stolla.

- I'm Maurice Stolla.
- But...

You're probably looking for my father.

Oh, yes, your father.

[Maurice] I'm afraid
you're a little late.

My father died at the
Bahamas six months ago.

But he couldn't have.

It's hot out here in the hall.

Wouldn't you like to come inside
and cool off with a drink?

Maybe I can help you.
My father and I were very close.

I know everything about his affairs.

I'll take you up on that drink,

but I really don't think you can help me.

[Maurice] Whatever you say.

(door closes)

[Ginny] I just got in
from Miami and I'm tired.

- A drink will help.
- Rum and Coke all right?

[Ginny] Fine.

(glass clinks)

Now, what is this all about?

I'm afraid I can't tell you.

- Course you can.
- Thanks.

Why do you want to see my father?

Have another drink.

Thank you.

Oh, I gotta sit down.

(cheerful music)

[Maurice] This'll help. Here you are.

What is this all about?

No. Nancy will be very, very angry.

Million dollars.

My very own mother, age 73.

Someone killed her!

Gotta catch them.

So sad. Poor mother.

Gotta go.

Got, (sighs) gotta find Mother's killer.

(sighs)

(moans)

(sighs)

(upbeat funk music)

(sighs)

That drink looks awfully lonesome.

(sighs)

Hey, what's the matter?
(Ginny moans)

I guess you've had it.

(smooth funk music)

(Ginny moans)

(alarm clock rings)

Hey.

Come on. Get up, sleepy head.

(Ginny groans)

I'd like to go back to my
hotel. Could you call me a cab?

A cab isn't necessary,
I'll be glad to drive you.

- Did I say anything?
- You sure did.

I always talk too much when I drink.

You told me everything.

Oh, no!

Yes.

And I know who may have
killed your mother.

Who did it, Maurice? Who did it?

Now you get dressed and I'll tell you

on the way to the hotel.

(suspenseful orchestral music)

Well, I'm ready.

Maurice, who killed my mother?

All right.

I'll tell you who killed your mother.

Your mother was killed by...

(Ginny gasps)
(ominous orchestral music)

(Ginny gasps)
(tense orchestral music)

(door slams)

(Ginny pants)

(upbeat funk music)

[Sandy] Thousands of women
divorce their husbands,

but that doesn't mean
they give their children

to someone else to raise.

I hate her!

(gentle funk music)

(rumbling)

(chandelier rattles)

(elevator bleeps)

(smooth funk music)

(fly unzips)

(knocks)

[Woman] All right in there?

(Ginny breathes heavily)

(knocks)

(upbeat funk music)

You must be so bored in there!

(chandelier rattles)

[Man] The elevator is fixed.

We'll have you out in a jiffy.

(dramatic orchestral music)

(playful orchestral music)

(cheerful music)

(horn blares)

(horn blares)

(doorbell buzzes)

- Yes?
- Is Thomas Fleet in?

The professor is not at home,
but I expect him any minute.

- Who are you?
- I'm the caretaker.

Oh, you're in luck, Here he is now.

(suspenseful orchestral music)

Oh, he's-

[Caretaker] He's been like
that for five years. Poor man.

(car door closes)

(gun fires)

[Driver] Oh, my god! Professor!

What happened? Somebody get a doctor!

The professor's been shot!

Get an ambulance, quick!

Please, hurry up!
(horn blares)

Professor.

My god.

(ominous orchestral music)

(playful music)

(birds chirp)

(paper rustles)

[Nancy] I beg your pardon, sir.

Yes, miss? Can I help you?

[Nancy] I'm looking for Hans Mueller.

There is no Hans Mueller here.

Does the name Jane Tennay
mean anything to you?

Come inside, please.

Come.

If I knew I was going to have company...

- Bachelor's quarters, you know,
- I understand.

Sit down.

Bleeding ulcers. I'm in
bad condition, you know.

Why are you looking for Hans Mueller?

And what do you want with Jane?

She's my mother.

And I'm sorry to say, my mother's dead.

Jane, dead?

[Nancy] That's right, and
I'm looking for her murderer.

And what do you want from me?

Well...

Well, I don't know.

Do you think I killed your mother?

Did you?

Kill her? I loved her.

The last time I saw Jane was in Marrakesh.

We spent a week together.
I'll never forget it.

She was a woman like no other woman.

[Nancy] You sound as though
you really cared for her.

Jane was the only woman I ever loved.

My darling Jane.

My love.

My own true love.

Oh, my dear.

Jane.

So he finally killed you after all.

Who?

Who killed her?

Later, later.

I'll tell you later.

Now I want to love you. Just to love you.

Who killed my mother?

You know who did it. Tell me!

First, let me love you, Jane.

[Nancy] I'm not Jane. I told you.

(upbeat music)

Taxi!

Taxi!

(water splashes)

[Receptionist] Front desk.

I'd like to speak to Joe
Bianco at the Cavelito Casino.

- Joe Bianco speaking.
- I must see you.

- Did you make an appointment?
- I didn't.

[Joe] Well, I'm a very busy man.

Just want a few minutes of your time.

[Joe] I don't know.

Believe me, It's imperative.

[Joe] As you know, I'm
at the Cavelito Casino.

Come upstairs the room 22A.

I'll see you in a few minutes.

(upbeat music)

(whistle blows)

(whistle blows)

(whistle blows)

(whistle blows)

(whistle blows)

(knocks)

(knocks)

Come in.

(door opens)

(door closes)

- Are you Joe Bianco?
- That's right.

[Ginny] Why are you looking
at me like that, Mr. Bianco?

Forgive me for staring,

but you look amazingly like
someone I used to know.

- Sit down.
- Thank you.

- Mind if I smoke?
- No, of course not.

What did you say your name was?

I didn't, but...
(phone rings)

Excuse me.

Yes?

I'll be right there.

(phone clacks)

Be back in a minute.

(upbeat funk music)

(drawer slides open)

(drawer closes)

(drawer slides open)

(drawer slides open)

"To Joe, with all my love, Jane."

(gasps)

You must be Jane's daughter.

I heard somewhere that Jane
had a daughter, or daughters.

I should have known who you are.

You look exactly like your mother.

[Ginny] When was the last
time you saw my mother,

Mr. Bianco?

It was a long time ago.

Here.

To Jane,

and her beautiful daughter.

(suspenseful music)

You know, your mother was quite something.

I once saw her shoot
three men in two seconds.

[Ginny] Oh, come on now, Mr. Bianco.

And then calmly walk away,

as though she'd just came from church!

My mother is dead, Mr. Bianco.

Someone murdered her and
I'm going to find him.

Since you're here, I
suppose you think I did it.

That I killed Jane.

Is that it?

I'm sorry to disappoint you,
my dear, but I didn't kill her.

Well, if it wasn't you, who was it?

Jane had a lot of enemies,
but she also had many lovers.

I could name a dozen or more
men who wanted her dead.

Lovers?

Who were they?

Take your pick.

Jane probably laid every
man in that phone book.

[Ginny] What are you saying?

Your mother was nothing but a whore,

who screwed her way to the top.

She was cruel, she was vicious.

She had compassion for no one.

How dare you speak
that way about my mother!

"With all my love, Jane."

(laughs)

That's a good one.

Jane never loved anyone but herself.

She was glad to get rid of you.

That whore.
(paper tears)

[Ginny] She loved me! She did!

(water splashes)
(ominous tones)

Why, you!
(Ginny gasps)

(tense music)

(grunting)

(Ginny groans)

(Ginny grunts)

(glass shatters)
(groans)

(ominous music)

(Ginny breathes heavily)

(Ginny whines)
(dramatic music)

(Ginny grunts and moans)

(Ginny grunts and pants)

(slaps)
(Ginny grunts)

(Ginny grunts)

(Ginny grunts)

(Ginny grunts)

Now, get out before I kill you!

Like mother, like daughter, you whore.

(Ginny grunts)
(screams)

(groans)

(Ginny grunts)
(groans)

(suspenseful music)

(Ginny grunts)

(gasps)

(screams)

(dark orchestral music)

(Ginny whimpers)

(ominous orchestral music)

(upbeat music)

(whistle blows)

(whistle blows)

[Receptionist] Front desk.

Nancy Tennay at the Willis hotel

in Fresno, California.

(phone rings)

(phone rings)

Hello?

Nancy, this is Ginny. I'm in trouble.

Ginny, what's wrong?

I just killed a man.

Ginny, calm down.

Now, look.

We both knew that one of us
would have to commit murder

when we found the man who killed Mother.

But that's just it. I'm
not sure if he was the one.

[Nancy] Can they trace
the killing to you?

No, I don't think
they can trace it to me.

I don't think I can get a
plane home tonight, but,

I'll be leaving first
thing in the morning.

I'm going home, too.

Ginny, take care. See you at home.

(upbeat music)

(water swashes)

(plane engines roar)

(upbeat music)

(door closes)

Sandy, Ginny?

Are you there?

Is anyone at home?

(plane engines roar)

(suspenseful music)

(door opens)

(garage door clicks)

(door opens)

(suspenseful music)

(intense music)
(gasps)

(blood splatters)

(suspenseful music)

(door closes)

(intense music)
(Ginny gasps)

(suspenseful music)

What's the matter?

(intense music)

(suspenseful music)

(door closes)

(knocks)

Let me in. I want to talk to you.

(lock clicks)

(John sighs)

(John sighs)

(rotary dial clicks)

Please answer.

Oh, god. Please answer.

[Secretary] Hello.

Let me speak to Mr,
Erickson. It's very important.

[Secretary] May I ask
who's calling Mr. Erickson?

This is Ginny, Jane Tennay's daughter.

[Secretary] Mr, Erickson
isn't in his office right now.

Please ask Mr, Erickson
to come out to the house

right away, it's an emergency.

[Secretary] Very well.

(phone clacks)

(suspenseful orchestral music)

(dramatic orchestral music)

(birds chirp)

(suspenseful orchestral music)

(lighter flicks)
(Ginny gasps)

Oh, Mr, Erickson, I
just called your office.

Your secretary said you were out.

I was on my way here,
but why did you call me?

You seem very upset, Ginny.

Why don't you tell me what's the matter?

Nancy's dead. Someone killed her.

- I think it was Sandy.
- Are you sure?

Sandy must've killed her.
Now she's gonna kill me, too.

[John] Calm down, Ginny.

(sniffles) It's the money.

$3 million is a great deal of money.

[Ginny] She wants all of
it. The entire $3 million.

[John] People will
do anything from money.

But kill her own sister?
How could she?

Now, now. Everything's
gonna be all right.

Ginny, I'm here now.

[Ginny] I'm scared, Mr, Erickson.

Nothing's going to happen to you.

(tense orchestral music)
(grunting)

You...

You're just like your mother.

She wouldn't let me touch her, either.

Me.

The only man who ever really loved her.

Does it surprise you that I
lived my life for Jane Tennay?

She only came to me when she needed help,

but when I wanted her, she
was in someone else's bed.

(Ginny grunts)

(grunting)

(grunting)

The $3 million she left and
that I want, and will get,

is little enough to pay for all the years

of thankless devotion that I gave her.

You see, my dear, that
car explosion was meant

for the three of you
and not for Bill Morris.

(gun fires)
(groans)

(groans)

(dark orchestral music)

(gun fires)
(Ginny groans)

(Ginny groans)

(water splashes)

(ominous music)

(Sandy sighs)

You?

[Mike] Hello, Sandy.

You're the man on that
picture with my mother.

What are you doing here?

Don't be frightened.

Who are you?

I'm Mike Burns.

I'm your father.

My father?

I see you're getting ready to leave.

That's good. We'll go together.

I'm not going anywhere with you.

But Sandy, you must go with me.

You're mad.

Don't look at me like that.

That's the way Jane looked at
me, the day she turned me in.

What do you mean, the
day she turned you in?

When I married your mother,
I was working for the AIC.

The money I made was not
enough to satisfy Jane's needs.

She wanted expensive
clothes, jewelry, furs.

I knew that if I didn't give
them to her, I'd lose her.

I couldn't let that happen,

I loved her too much.

To get the money I needed, I sold out,

I became a double agent.

The government offered a large amount

of money for my capture,

but your a mother found out

and she couldn't resist the reward money.

She turned me in.

The sentence was life.

For the past 20 years, I've
been in prison, in hell.

Then three weeks ago, I
escaped and came to this house.

- Then you-
- I had to kill her!

Kill her!

Kill her.

- You killed Nancy and Ginny.
- That's right.

You killed my sisters.

And now all that money is ours.

We'll go away together.

I need you, Sandy.

I did it for you, Sandy.

I killed them all,

all for you.

You bastard.

(tense orchestral music)

(screams)
(water splashes)

(water splashes)

(grunting)

(coughs)

(pants)

(coughs)

(gun fires)

(water splashes)

(John sighs)

(ominous orchestral music)

(breathes heavily)

(dramatic orchestral music)