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I am the Whistler,

and I know many things, for I walk by night.

I know many strange tales

hidden in the hearts of men and women

who have stepped into the shadows.

Yes, I know the nameless terrors

of which they dare not speak.

And one of the greatest of these terrors

is loneliness.

In my wanderings, I have seen

the lonely people of the Earth.

I have seen their drawn and haunted faces

in a city of teeming millions.

And I have seen them, too, in places

that have been long deserted and forgotten.

Gull Point Lighthouse was abandoned many years ago.

But, today, a woman lives here all alone.

She never leaves her forlorn and isolated home.

Hers is a strange story

for she loved the bustling cities,

the gay crowds,

the laughter of pleasant company.

Why, then, has she shut herself away in this desolation,

where no-one ever comes to visit her?

Hers is a story of loneliness and greed.

It began years ago in a big city,

when the great industrialist John Sinclair

was rising from obscurity.

The soldiers returning from the First World War

found a changed America.

Mass production was born out of the war,

bringing with it a new school of industrialists.

John Sinclair was the foremost of these.

The Gibson Motor Car Company was a pioneer in its field,

a conservative company with limited production,

until John Sinclair bought the company

and adopted the slogan,

"A Car Within Every Man's Reach."

The year 1929 brought the greatest financial disaster in history.

Millions were swept away in the stock market crash.

Throughout the country,

hundreds of banks closed their doors,

but the House of Sinclair

never failed to meet its obligations.

Not a single depositor lost any of his savings.

And John Sinclair paid four percent interest

on every dollar invested with him.

By 1931, John Sinclair's qualities

of leadership, initiative, and enterprise

won recognition from the youth of America,

and he was awarded an honorary life membership

in the Boy Scouts of America.

And here, drawing to its conclusion,

we see the famous trial of Sinclair and Associates

against the Turner Company for infringement of patents.

Very good. Very good indeed.

Yes, I thought it was an excellent tribute.

I enjoyed it very much.

Wake up. Show's over.

How did you like the picture, John?

Satisfactory.

We thought it would be a good idea

if you said a few words tonight

when we show it at the banquet.

Stallings of Public Relations

has written a speech for you.

I won't be at the banquet.

But you're the guest of honour.

It's our testimonial to you.

After all, we are celebrating the court decision

whereby Turner and Company

have to pay us twenty-two million

for infringement of the Sinclair patents.

I see no cause for celebration.

I knew how it'd turn out. Planned the whole thing.

You handled the case very well, Paul.

Thanks. I had to win or you'd have fired me.

Probably. Very likely would have.

We do wish you'd come to the banquet, John.

Yes. It's a special occasion.

Then you can celebrate for me.

In future, I want one thing clearly understood.

From now on, I want nothing,

absolutely nothing,

to interfere with my personal life.

What personal life?

Suspicion and distrust in his fellow man

have driven John Sinclair to solitude.

There has been no time for love or companionship

in his ruthless drive for power and riches.

Even over his chess game, he cannot relax,

for it is through the medium of these ivory pawns

that he plans the strategy to expand his enormous holdings.

But, without realising it,

he has already strained body and mind beyond endurance.

I've been telling him for a long time to take it easy.

Now he's gone the limit.

Another of these attacks may be fatal.

I want him to go away for a long rest,

forget about business, and loaf.

He should go where he can't be reached by telephone.

A boat trip on the Great Lakes would be excellent.

I'll see that he goes.

And remember, no last day to clean up the work at the office.

I want him to leave town in the morning.

All right, Doctor.

I'll see you to your car.

Thank you.

I know Sinclair isn't married.

Has he any close relatives?

So far as I know,

he hasn't a relative in the world.

Well, he shouldn't go away alone.

Why not?

Well, another of these attacks may be the last.

That's why somebody should go with him.

A friend, if he has no relatives.

There isn't anyone in the world

he could call a friend.

Too bad. Well, good night.

Good night.

Come in.

Telegram, Mr Sinclair.

I won't accept it.

It's for you, sir.

I don't care. I won't take it.

I'm on a vacation.

Last call for dinner!

Well, what shall I do with it, sir?

Do anything you want to with it. Tear it up.

I won't be bothered with business.

Tell that dining car steward

I want my dinner served in the room.

Very well, sir.

And another thing...

I'm not to be disturbed till we get to Chicago.

Very well, sir.

We're coming in to Chicago, sir.

Mr Sinclair?

Mr Sinclair...

Are you sick, sir?

Oh, I'm all right. Is this Chicago?

Yes, sir, and you've got to get across town to catch your boat.

Don't worry about your baggage, sir.

The transfer company will take care of that.

Taxi, guv'nor?

What is it, guv'nor? Are you all right?

Steady, guv'nor.

Put your arm around my shoulder.

I'll help you to the cab.

Easy does it.

I'd better get you to the doctor's.

I'll be all right. I've had these attacks before.

Just as you say, guv'nor. Where shall I drop you?

Dock 23. I'm taking a steamer to Duluth.

Right you are, guv'nor.

Here, here. Take it easy.

You're with friends.

You became unconscious-like before we ever reached the dock,

so I brought you up here.

This room's right next to the one I live in.

How long have I been like this?

All day. It's eight o'clock now.

I must have been a lot of bother.

No bother at all, guv'nor. Glad to do it.

I knew you was alone.

I'm used to being alone.

Yes, I know.

I was in the same boat once.

You try and get some sleep.

I'll sit by in case you want anything.

So you're John Carter of New York.

And you're Ernie Sparrow.

Lightweight champion of England from 1919 to 1925.

Yes, I've had my moment of glory, as you might say.

- Louis, how's tricks? - Fine, Ernie, fine.

You know, they still talk about you in the athletic clubs.

It was a long moment, too. Morning, Mrs Smith.

Good morning, Mr Sparrow.

I had all the money I wanted.

Boxed before the King and Queen.

I had the whole of England in the palm of me glove.

- Cootchie-coo. How's the baby? - She's fine, Ernie.

Yet, er, something was missing, huh?

Yes, there was. Catch?

You were lonely.

How did you know?

Well, you said that you were like me,

you didn't trust anyone.

Oh.

I was always training hard.

Never had time to make many friends then.

Always liked people, but never got to know them.

It was always "hello" and "goodbye".

- Hello, Sparrow! - How are ya, Tony?

How's the wife and kids? And how's the business?

- Everything fine. - Good.

- For you. - Thanks.

That's for driving the wife and kids to church.

That was nothing. I was on me way home.

One for your friend.

Thank you.

And one for me, too.

Eat it. It won't hurt you.

- Bye, Tony. - Come back soon.

I Will.

I see what you mean about making friends.

- What was I saying? - Er...

Oh, yes.

Then, when I got the title, it was worse than ever.

I had time to make friends then,

but I never knew who my friends really where.

People always slapped me on the back.

"How are you, Sparrow?"

"Have a drink, Sparrow."

That was it, guv'nor. I had too many drinks.

Good morning, Ernie.

Hello, Mike.

I brought home a sack of charcoal for you last night.

It's down at my place when you need it.

Thank you. Much obliged, Ernie.

You were saying something?

I was saying, so you ran away from it all, huh?

You're right there again, guv'nor.

- Hi, Al. - Hiya, Sparrow.

- How's business? - Fine.

But I'm not sorry.

I'm happier in this country.

Here I'm just plain Ernie Sparrow.

And I have real friends for the first time in me life.

Here's one of them now.

Violets! Violets! Buy your violets.

Got you, Ferdinand!

Hi, Sparrow.

Mr Carter, this is Hammerlock Ferdinand.

He used to be a wrestler and a very good one.

Now he's doing what he wants to do,

growing his own flowers.

Hmm.

Glad to know you, Mr Carter.

Remember Ferdinand the Bull?

He liked to smell flowers, too.

I'll take that sprig of violets.

Handle them gently, now, Sparrow.

Don't crush 'em. Remember, they're delicate things.

Righto, Ferdinand.

- Good bye. - Good bye.

So, tell me, Sparrow,

how does a person go about making friends?

You don't.

People make friends with you,

if you give them half a chance.

Well, here we are.

A clinic.

If anybody in the world can help you, they can.

Last time I was sick, I was given up for lost,

but, somehow, they pulled me through.

Well, I'm sorry, Sparrow, but I...

If you're gonna trust people, Mr Carter,

you'd better start right now.

We all have to learn to do that sooner or later.

I did.

Go on in.

Er, wait a minute.

Yes?

Do me a favour, will you?

Er, these violets.

There's a pretty young girl in there.

Her name is Miss Joan Martin.

Give them to her, will you?

Choo, choo, choo, choo, choo...

Oh, choo-choo yourself.

Choo, choo, choo, choo...

Goodbye, choc-choc.

Hello.

They're pretty. Can I smell?

Smells pretty. For your girl?

No.

Can I be your girl?

My name's Bobbie.

Everyone says that's a boy's name,

but it isn't.

What's your name?

John.

Well, this is a nice state of affairs.

The minute I turn my back, you're untrue to me.

All you women are alike.

I can't help it if I'm popular.

They certainly learn young nowadays, don't they?

Well, beautiful, if your gentleman friend doesn't mind,

I must borrow you for a moment.

Good bye.

Bye.

Hello, Bobbie.

How's our favourite patient?

Just fine, thanks.

Don't be nice to her, Joan.

She's been two-timing me.

No, I haven't.

Will you come in, please?

Just wait in here, please.

Thank you.

Good morning.

Your name, please?

John Carter.

Oh, I was told to take very good care of you.

You're a very privileged man.

I don't understand.

You happen to have pull with a certain young lady

by the name of Bobbie.

Oh.

Is your name, by any chance Miss Joan Martin?

Why, yes.

These are for you.

Well, this is sort of sudden, isn't it?

What'll Bobbie think?

Well, you don't understand.

Sparrow asked me to give you those.

Oh, isn't that nice!

How thoughtful of Sparrow.

He's always doing things for other people.

You've no idea how he makes friends.

You be sure to thank him for me when you see him, will you?

I certainly will.

Did you wish to see Dr Rose, Mr Carter?

I hoped I might.

Let's see, um...

"Name, John Carter."

Address?

Er, 238 Gordon Street.

No wife, no family, no relatives.

And should I add, er... no friends?

Have you finished your examination?

There's more to an examination

than a physical check-up and a few tests.

If I'm going to help you, you must be perfectly honest with me.

Well, it's no use, really.

I... I've been to too many doctors.

I'm sorry if I've wasted any of your time.

Well, of course we can't afford to waste any time here.

There are too many people who really need us.

And we don't care who the patient is

or where he comes from, but we do expect him to help us.

Think it over.

My office is open to anyone at any time.

All finished?

Oh, yes.

Yes, thanks very much.

Well, goodbye, Miss Martin.

Well, when are you coming back?

I don't know.

There you are.

You don't often see a man of his type.

I wonder what his story is.

Hello.

Why, hello, Sparrow.

How's Florence Nightingale?

It was sweet of you to send those flowers.

By the way, how's your friend, Mr Carter?

I want to talk about him.

Why hasn't he come back to the clinic?

I'm sure Dr Rose could help him.

So am I.

You know, I think he'd come back if you was to ask him.

Me?

Why, Sparrow, I've only seen him once.

But you made a rare impression on him.

He's staying at my place.

Would you ask him as a favour to me?

- All right. - Ha!

Come in.

Someone to see you, John.

Well, this is a pleasant surprise.

Mr Carter, I... I hope you won't think

it presuming of me, but I wondered

why you didn't come back to the clinic.

Well, whatever the reason, it is nice of you to come.

Er, why-why should you concern yourself about me?

I-I don't know.

Dr Rose send you?

Oh, no.

I know it may sound very strange to you, but...

Well, when you didn't come back,

I began to worry about you.

You worried about me, a total stranger?

Some people are never strangers, Mr Carter.

Won't you come back to the clinic

and see Dr Rose again?

I know he can help you,

i-if you'll only let him.

Will you?

Mm-hmm.

I have the laboratory reports, Mr Carter.

They are not favourable.

Well, I didn't expect they would be.

Well, of course, I only know what your body tells me.

But there are things about a man

that the body has nothing to do with.

What you're trying to say is, if there's any help for me,

it hasn't anything to do with medical science.

Well, something like that.

Well, I was planning a trip on the Great Lakes.

Well, that's the worst thing you could possibly do.

Why?

For a man without friends,

there are few places so lonely as a crowded steamship.

And you'll find the sea coast

much more relaxing than the Midwest.

Well, go up to the coast of Maine somewhere.

Get good sea air into your lungs

and wholesome thoughts into your mind.

Get a job.

And, above everything, try to make friends.

And never forget, Mr Carter,

that loneliness is a disease

that can destroy a man's mind.

Could a man's mind give way

from lack of companionship?

Could a man actually die for want of a friend?

You are the answer to your own questions, Mr Carter.

Well, goodbye, Dr Rose. Thank you.

Oh, Mr Carter.

Mr Carter!

What's the matter?

Nothing.

I know. I feel sorry for him, too.

But for your own peace of mind, Joan,

you can't allow yourself to become interested

in a patient's troubles.

I guess I'll never get used to working around here.

Busy for a minute, dear?

No.

I want to talk about us.

Of course, Fred.

You know, between the night work here

and my lectures with Dr Farnum,

we hardly see each other except when we're working.

You're right.

I'm really the world's most neglected fiancee.

But you're the one who wanted to wait.

You didn't want to get married until I'd established my own practice.

And you agreed with me.

I've changed my mind.

I think we should get married right away.

No.

After all, darling, it'll only be another six months

until you've finished your work with Dr Farnum. Then...

Then I still won't have enough money

to start on my own anyway.

Oh, come on, Joan, say you'll settle for a weekend honeymoon.

I can't, Fred.

I want a home and security.

I want our children to see the sun

without having to go to a public park.

And I want you to come home from your office with pride,

not tortured and frightened by debt.

You don't show much faith in me.

Oh, I do have faith in you, darling.

Everything in me wants to say yes.

But I won't chain your life and mine

to an environment like this.

I wish I could believe you're right.

I am.

What you gonna do?

I was asking, what you gonna do?

I'm gonna take Dr Rose's advice.

I know you can get a refund on your boat ticket,

but will that leave you with enough to go to Maine?

Look here. This is no time for silly pride.

I've got enough put by to tide you over for a while.

We'll go to the bank first thing in the morning,

and you can be on your way.

Well, you hardly know me.

It ain't time that makes a man trustworthy.

I'm bettin' on you all the way.

Well, this is the first time in my life

that anything like this has ever happened to me.

I don't know what to say.

Just say "yes", and we don't need to say no more about it.

But I don't need money. I have more than enough.

I don't understand.

Sparrow, I've found something here

that money can't buy.

Something that I didn't know existed.

Come to think of it, a six months' vacation

wouldn't do you any harm.

Why don't you put that cab of yours in storage

and come along as my guest?

I couldn't think of it.

Well...

If you put it that way, I can't refuse.

- It's a deal. - Fine.

- Let's go. - Right.

- Hello, Joan! - Good evening.

Hello.

Is Fred working again tonight?

I'm afraid I was rude this afternoon.

Oh, I understood.

I'm putting the old bus in storage tomorrow.

Mr Carter and me's off to Maine

for health and happiness.

I see you're finished with your dinner.

Why don't you join us for a last spin in the park?

Wish you would.

I'd love to.

Okay, let's go.

There were times when we didn't have enough food in the house

or money for medicine, when I was a child.

Maybe that's the reason I went to work for Dr Rose.

Do you intend to devote your entire life

to working with these people?

No. 80 long as I work, I'll remain with them.

But when I get married, I intend to leave it forever.

Oh, it's not that my husband has to be rich,

but he can't be poor, either.

I don't want my children to have

a childhood like I did.

Or the youngsters in the clinic.

Well, that's very understandable.

Of course, you do get away on your vacation.

You don't take vacations when you work for Dr Rose.

You sure need one, Joan.

Why don't you come along with me and Mr Carter?

I guess our housekeeping

could stand a feminine touch.

Fred would love that.

Is Fred the young man who doesn't have to be rich

but doesn't dare to be poor?

Oh, I'm sorry.

He's going to be a great specialist one of these days.

You mark my words.

He's studying with the lung specialist, Dr Farnum.

All the evenings he can get away from the clinic.

How long have you been engaged?

Four years.

Sparrow, it's been a lovely drive,

but I think we should go home now.

Right you are, Joan.

- Hey, have you packed yet? - Yes, sir.

- Well, I'd like to pack. - Yes, sir.

And another thing, let's get started on a man-to-man basis.

No more of that "sir" stuff, huh?

Righto, guv'nor.

- Say, have you stored your car yet? - Not yet.

How'd we get to the station if I put the old bus away?

Well, we could take a cab.

There ain't no profit in that.

Well, you get rid of that hack of yours.

I'll take care of the tickets.

Yes, sir. I mean, um...

guv'nor.

Oh, hello, Mr Carter.

Hello, Ferdinand.

- Flowers today, sir? - Yes.

Well, we have some roses, asters...

These two I can't pronounce.

- Carnations... - I'll take all of 'em.

- Violets... All of 'em? - Yes, all of 'em.

Youse going into business?

No, I want some flowers, a lot of flowers.

Want to impress a girl.

Oh. Some impress.

Well, these are two-and-a-half.

I'll give 'em for two bucks.

A dollar and a quarter, for a dollar.

These I'll throw in.

A dollar seventy-five,

eighty cents...

Er, thirty-seven fifty?

- Delivered? - Delivered.

You take this end. I'll take your end. Come on.

This is the place.

- What now? - Wait right here.

Why, look, Georgie,

I don't know when I've seen such nice, fresh flowers.

Yes, very pretty.

Er, how much are your carnations?

- Two dollars a dozen. - Why, that's outrageous!

Did you ever hear of such a thing, Georgie?

What have you got that's within reason?

Marigolds. Two bits a bunch.

I don't like marigolds. They smell up the whole house.

So do roses. It's all a matter of money.

If you got four dollars and want to smell up the house,

you buy roses.

If you got two bits, buy marigolds.

How much are your violets?

Twenty cents a bunch, three for a half.

Well, that's more like it. Wrap them up.

They're not for sale.

Didn't you just say they were three bunches for fifty cents?

That's right, but only when they're for sale.

Georgie, this man is trying to make a fool out of me.

That's a wonderful idea.

Yes, it certainly...

What did you say?

- Hmm? - Why, the very idea

of you siding in with him and insulting me...

Don't you ever say that to me again. Don't you dare!

It certainly was nice of you to drop by and say goodbye.

Well, I wanted to bring you a few flowers before I leave.

How thoughtful. Hello, Ferdinand.

Hello, Joan.

Look, Mr Carter bought 'em all.

All?!

Er, Ferdinand, maybe you better take 'em in the clinic.

Yeah, maybe I better.

That was an awfully nice thing for you to do.

Will you have lunch with me now?

Well, I don't have very long.

Oh, we'll just go down the street.

All right.

You know, there's so much I have to say to you

and so little time in which to say it

that I hardly know where to begin.

Will there be anything else?

No, that's all. Thank you.

What's bothering you?

Sparrow said something last night, jokingly,

and I've been thinking about it ever since.

What was that?

About you coming along with us.

- Oh, you can't be serious. - I am.

Of course, I realise that we have

only the most casual interest in each other.

So I'll put my proposal on a business basis.

"Proposal"?

Yes. I'm asking you to marry me.

What?

But...

I'm not in love with you.

Oh, I know that.

When two people go into a business deal,

there has to be something in it for each one.

Now, what you have to offer

is my chance to live a lifetime within a few months.

In return for those few months,

you'll be able to have everything you ever wanted.

Does the name Sinclair mean anything to you?

Sinclair...

John Sinclair?

Yes. I took the name of Carter

because I'm sick and tired

of the dishonesty surrounding Sinclair.

I wanted to be another man for the time being.

Any man.

Oh, I see.

Oh, you don't have to decide now.

Think it over, carefully.

And remember, my entire fortune

for a few months of your life.

You're late.

Sorry. I was held up at the last moment.

Did you get it?

Easy, dear.

What's all this mystery about Carter being John Sinclair?

You certainly were excited over the phone.

Now, suppose you tell me what it's all about.

I will. I will in just a minute.

You know it's not right

going through the files and taking out cards.

Are you sure this report's correct?

I don't know why you're so worried about it.

Answer my question.

Yes, I'm positive it's correct.

I made that report myself, and Dr Rose agreed with it.

Look, darling, let's find a bench

and talk about ourselves, huh?

Come on.

Oh, it's good. Good to have a night off.

I hardly ever see you anymore except at the clinic.

Well, it can't last forever.

Just a little while longer and I'll be able

to have my own practice.

Business will probably be so bad

you'll complain about my being around the house too much.

Oh, Fred, I do love you.

You must believe me.

Oh, Fred...

it's so wrong living the kind of life we have to live.

Struggling, never being able to have the things people should have.

You've been very patient to stick it out.

But you won't be sorry. Just wait and see.

Fred...

I'm going to marry John Sinclair tomorrow.

What did you say?

Oh, I know it sounds ridiculous,

but it's our chance to get everything we've ever wished for.

You mean, you've wished for.

It's just an arrangement for a short time.

He knows he's going to die.

Oh, Fred, try to understand.

It's for us.

It's not wrong. Tell me it's not wrong.

Tell you what?

You say you're in love with me

and yet you could even think of doing something like that?

Oh, I do love you.

Oh, that's great. Yeah.

You're so much in love with me

that you can't wait to marry somebody else.

Oh, don't lie, Joan.

Why don't you tell the truth?

You never even thought of me.

You're doing it because you're selfish.

Because you're not satisfied to wait and work hard

like any normal, decent woman would do.

No, I don't think you're being dishonest...

I think you're rotten!

Why shouldn't I have my chance?

For four years now, I've waited for you.

Do you think it's been fun being alone night after night?

Being in love with someone you never see?

I'm human!

Oh, Fred, I do love you. I always will.

I've given you the chance to get ahead,

and you've failed.

Now I'm gonna do it my way.

I've waited for you because I believed in you.

But you're soft.

You've been afraid.

You're always letting other people push you down.

Oh, Fred...

Try to understand.

Yeah.

Thanks.

Thanks for everything...

Mrs Sinclair.

Fred. Fred!

John Sinclair converted this abandoned lighthouse

into a beach home.

Here, he learned to relax.

The simple wholesome life and Joan's care

brought an astonishing change in him.

But, as the months passed,

the strange bargain between Sinclair and his wife

took an ironic twist.

You're a real outdoor man now.

You can do a day's work with the best of them.

Ain't this the life?

Yeah, it's the life.

There's something bothering me, Sparrow.

I'd like your advice.

Right, Cap'n.

I think I know what you're going to say.

Yeah?

You're not the first bloke

what's fall in love with his nurse, right?

Right.

I am in love with Joan.

That's what comes from getting your health back.

Have you mentioned the matter to the lady yet?

Well, that's rather difficult.

You see, our marriage is based entirely on

a business proposition.

What are you going to do? Eat your heart out in silence?

Well, I don't know.

Trouble is, I've always had my own way about everything, except...

The most important thing, guv'nor.

I'd have talked to her long ago if I was in your place.

Have it out with her tonight.

What shall I say?

First of all, I'd apologise to her for being alive.

You were supposed to die in six months, remember?

That was part of your marriage contract,

so, don't you owe her an apology

for breaking your agreement?

I'd tell her it was her fault

for taking such good care of you.

Maybe you got something there.

Hello, Joan. How's the water?

Don't you think it's dangerous, swimming out so far?

I'm perfectly able to take care of myself, John.

Won't you change your mind and come with us tomorrow?

You know I don't like boat trips.

Well, wait just a minute, and I'll walk up to the house with you.

No, thanks. It's chilly.

I'm going back now.

Cap'n, maybe my advice wasn't so good.

Why don't you wait a little while

before you talk to her?

I'll have to work this out my own way.

I hopes you know what you're doing.

Oh, Sparrow, I don't feel like playing tonight.

That suits me fine.

You must be tired. Why don't you get a good night's rest?

You know, we've got a big day ahead of us tomorrow.

I feel fresh as a daisy.

Sparrow...

Oh, yes, come to think of it, I am a bit tired.

- Good night. - Good night.

Joan, let's take a little walk down the beach.

I want to talk to you.

We can talk here.

Oh, but you don't understand, Joan. I...

I understand only one thing, John.

I'm leaving you.

Leaving me? Why?

Ever since we've been here,

I've been completely alone, except for Sparrow and you.

Nobody ever comes near this place.

You even do all your business by telephone.

I thought you were happy here.

I hate it here! We never go anywhere.

We never see anybody.

You never invite anyone to visit us.

I can't stand it here any longer!

Joan, we made a bargain and...

That's just it. I've kept my part of the bargain, you haven't.

Oh, it... It isn't being married to you, John, that I mind. It's...

It's this place!

Are you sure it isn't your young doctor that you miss?

At first, I thought that was the reason, but...

Oh, well, that's all over now.

I gave Fred up when I came here.

Oh...

Oh, John, let's call off our bargain.

You don't need me anymore.

You're all right now.

Oh, but I do need you.

I've been so busy getting well that I didn't realise

how lonely you've been until now.

If we were to leave here,

it'd make a difference, wouldn't it, Joan?

Oh, maybe, I... I don't know.

Well, we'll leave here. We'll travel, Joan.

We'll visit all the places you've ever wanted to go to.

We'll do all the things that you've ever wanted to do.

I promise you you'll never be lonely again.

I'll be able to straighten out my affairs in a few days

and I'll make all the arrangements.

I love you, Joan.

You've got to stay with me.

Sparrow! Hey, Sparrow!

Well, I'll be. Doc! How are you?

What a surprise.

Where'd you come from? How did you get here?

How long are you gonna stay?

Not so fast, Sparrow.

I'm tired enough as it is.

I've been walking for miles.

How anyone could find this place is beyond me.

Exclusive, that's what we is.

Exclusive!

Wait till Joan sees you.

Will she be surprised!

You stay here.

Just wait till Joan sees you.

Joan! Oh, Joan!

Yes, Sparrow? What is it?

Guess who's here?

Hello, Joan.

Fred!

Oh, Fred!

Where'd you come from? How'd you get here?

How long are you gonna stay?

Oh, you're as bad as Sparrow.

Give me a chance to catch my breath.

I'll give you just two minutes,

and then I'm gonna fire question after question at you.

Oh, Fred, it's so good to see you.

I'll see you later, Doc.

Come on up.

Clever idea, turning a lighthouse into a beach home.

An expensive idea.

Is it much further?

What's the matter? Can't you take it?

This is good exercise.

- Yeah. - Come on.

Oh, at last.

It's lovely, isn't it?

Yeah. Yes, it is.

Not me, silly, the view.

Oh, sure. That's all right, too.

This is our solarium.

On a clear day...

You can see for miles out to sea.

Oh, Fred, it's so wonderful to see you again.

Did you miss me?

Of course I did.

You must have been lonely.

A little.

Who's the chess player?

John. He's a master at it.

He's been teaching me to play.

How is he?

Much better than when you last saw him.

He's gone to the city for a few days.

Joan, when you play chess with him,

don't you get a feeling you're being trapped?

What do you mean?

Oh, looking for a way out and not finding any.

What makes you say that?

I don't know. It... It's just a feeling I have

that you're not really happy here.

Joan, you know it's still not too late.

I tried staying angry with you, but I couldn't.

Why don't you admit you made a mistake?

Tell Sinclair you're coming back with me.

Maybe I'm still selfish, Fred.

But, Joan, I... I left the clinic.

I have my own practice now.

We can have all the things we've always wanted.

Why didn't you tell me this before?

Because of pride, I guess, and...

then I realised I needed you more than anything else.

That's funny.

If you'd told me this and asked me just a few days ago,

I would have said yes.

Then why not now?

Because John has fallen in love with me.

I see.

He made the same mistake I did.

Now we're both in love with you.

I guess the plans we made together

don't mean anything more to you now.

Oh, Fred, of course they do.

Just... Just give me a little more time.

All right, Joan.

It's gonna be interesting to see what happens.

But, somehow or other, I'll make you see things my way.

Hello, Joan. You up there?

Well, hello, Fred!

Well, this is a grand surprise!

What's, er... What's the matter with you two?

Fred, this is terrific!

It's grand to see you.

Oh, I forgot, I'm sore at you.

This is the first time you've shown up since we've been here.

How do you think I look?

Wonderful, John.

You don't look so well, Fred. Does he, dear?

Well, we'll have to fix that.

You're gonna stay right here with us

until we close this place and move back to New York.

Isn't he, darling?

You promised to make up your mind today.

I have.

Well?

I've been here now for six months,

shut away from the world, away from life.

And now I'm going to collect

for every minute of that time.

But we'll still be able to see a lot of each other.

It'll work out. Just you wait and see.

How nice. I'll just stick around

and every time Sinclair goes out the front,

I'll sneak in through the back door.

Stop it, Fred.

You must try to understand.

Nothing could ever possibly come between us.

You know that.

I do, Joan.

We only disagree on one little thing.

The only way I'll ever come in

is through the front door. Remember that.

Couldn't you wait just a little while longer?

No.

You see, I've changed.

You once said I was soft.

I-I let people push me around.

And you were right. But not anymore.

I've tried to get you out of my mind.

I know it's wrong to keep on loving you,

but I can't help it.

There's nothing I can do about it.

But you're not going to ruin my life.

You've had your chance.

Now, I'm going to do things my way.

I'm afraid we're not being very good hosts.

Joan has a bad headache and I'm tired.

Please don't apologise.

After all, I barged in on you.

Here's one of Sparrow's mystery books. How about that?

Some people find them relaxing.

Thanks.

I'll be ready for bed myself, in an hour or so.

You know, most people like those,

but, personally, I can't get interested in them.

You always know the murderer's gonna get caught.

Oh, of course.

Murder's one thing nobody can get away with.

Oh, I don't know about that.

In real life, there are some unsolved murders.

All it takes is the intelligence to work out a plan

and then the nerve to carry it through.

- You think so? - Oh, certainly.

It's like a game of chess.

Come over here.

Now, supposing I had some good reason

for wanting you out of the way.

Here's how I'd go about murdering you.

Don't... Don't look alarmed.

Look at the board.

Now, move number one, witnesses.

I'd establish my alibi.

- How? - Simple.

I'd let it be known that you'd been

walking in your sleep.

I'd tell Sparrow.

It'd get around the village.

I'd say that I caught you halfway

out of one of these solarium windows.

Why not the bedroom window?

Too narrow. A man couldn't get through it.

Then I'd tell Sparrow...

I'd throw your body through this window.

At four a.m., the tide would carry your body out to sea.

And, as far as the police were concerned,

an unfortunate Sleepwalker

had met an accidental death.

In chess, that's known as Checkmate.

You missed your calling.

You'd make a master criminal.

Well, it's a pretty good murder, if I do say so myself.

Pretty good? It's clever!

Ah, but there's something wrong with it.

There's one thing missing.

What's that?

I have no motive whatever

for murdering you.

You going downstairs?

Oh, don't forget your book.

Er, no, no, I, er...

I think I'll sit up here for a while and read.

What did he mean by that game of chess?

Is he planning to kill you? Or only trying to frighten you?

Better leave here before it's too late.

You've lost Joan, haven't you?

Or is there something you can do about it?

Evening, Fred!

Oh, hello, Sparrow. Where are you off to?

Oh, I'm gonna do a bit of surf fishing.

Nice night for it. Do you want to come along?

No, thanks.

Oh, Sparrow, er, will you do me a favour?

- Anything you say. - Thanks.

Look, when you go down to the village tomorrow,

will you, er, stop in the marine hardware store

and buy some locks?

Tomorrow is Sunday, Doc.

Sunday?

Oh, yes, I'd forgotten.

Well, you can get them first thing on Monday.

All right. Er... What kind do you want?

Let's see, um...

Just looks for windows.

How many you need?

Mmm, there's ten windows.

I'll need ten locks.

What you need all those for?

Nobody can get in through a lighthouse window.

It's a steep drop.

I'm not worried about anybody getting in.

I'm worried about somebody falling out.

Falling out? What do you mean?

I don't want to alarm you or Joan, Sparrow,

but last night I caught John walking in his sleep.

Walking in his sleep?

Yeah, I heard someone moving around,

so I got up to investigate.

The noise seemed to come from the solarium.

When I reached there, I saw him climbing out

through one of the windows.

I pulled him backjust in time,

or he would have fallen and killed himself.

Over-exercise, that's what it is.

He's been taking things too strenuous.

I'll get the looks as quickly as possible.

Oh, Sparrow, don't mention this to Joan.

She doesn't know anything about it,

and there's no need to worry her.

Mum's the word.

And whatever you do, don't say anything to John either.

He doesn't realise what danger he was in.

He didn't wake up till it was all over.

No, I won't tell him.

Funny I never knew.

Good night, Doc.

Good night, Sparrow.

- Good morning. - How do you do?

Will you please fill this prescription for a sedative?

It's for Mr Sinclair.

He's not sleeping well.

You want it in tablets?

No, I'd like to have it in powder form,

if you have it.

Mr Sinclair can't swallow pills.

Here you are.

Better tell him to be careful not to take an overdose.

This is powerful stuff.

I know. I'm a doctor.

Everything's working perfectly, isn't it?

Wasn't it thoughtful of Sinclair to tell you

exactly how to murder him?

You know John will sleep soundly when he drinks this.

Coffee, John?

Black, please.

Thanks.

Sorry you had to change your plans

about leaving tomorrow.

Er, yes, I-I would have preferred staying

until you closed the house

and gone back with you and Joan.

Well, maybe you won't go.

Maybe you'll feel differently about it tomorrow.

Couldn't you possibly stay a little longer, Fred?

No, er... No, my work's piling up.

I've... I've gotta get back.

It's been wonderful, your being with us.

Yes. Yes, it has.

Well, I think I'll take my coffee into the solarium.

I'd like a farewell look at the view.

Coming, John?

I'll be with you in a minute.

One grand fella, Fred.

You're gonna miss him, aren't you, darling?

Coffee cold?

Well, here, take mine. Mine's warmer.

I... I guess I'll turn in now, dear.

I-I'm really exhausted.

I'll have my coffee before I go to bed.

- Good night. - Good night, darling.

Where are you?

I know you're in the room.

I know you're in here!

Where are you?

I know you're here!

I know you're in here.

Please... Please!

I wasn't gonna...

Sinclair... Sinclair, don't! Don't!

You told Fred every step in your scheme

and he helped you carry it out.

Who would suspect that a murdered man

would collaborate in his murderer's alibi?

Hurry, John, hurry.

The coroner may be able to determine

that Fred was dead before his body struck the rocks.

No, the windows won't open.

This calls for a quick change of plans, doesn't it?

Carry the body downstairs, quickly,

and lay it on the rocks.

Then you'll have time to come up later

and open one of the windows.

It's riskier than your first plan,

but when you tell the police about walking in your sleep

and finding that Fred had fallen out

while trying to save you,

maybe they won't examine the body too closely.

Sparrow,

what are you doing here this time of night?

I often go walking in the early morning.

You know that.

Something terrible has happened.

- Fred is... - The doctor?

Yes.

I must have been walking in my sleep.

I woke up halfway out of one of the solarium windows.

Fred must have fallen out trying to pull me back.

I saw him hit the rocks.

It was horrible.

You say he fell out of

one of the windows in the solarium?

Yes.

That's impossible.

Impossible? What do you mean?

I couldn't buy locks on Sunday, John,

so I nailed all the solarium windows shut today.

All right, Sparrow.

It didn't happen just the way I said.

But it was an accident.

Fred tried to kill me tonight,

so that Joan would be free to marry him.

- I can prove it. - How?

I suspected him, and I rigged up a dummy

and I put it in the bed.

I can show you where he tried to kill me in my sleep.

Show me, John. And if it's the truth...

I'll stand by ya.

I'll show you.

There's been a terrible accident.

Fred fell from a window in the solarium.

That's a lie. He didn't fall.

I saw you carry his body down the stairs.

You murdered him.

But you don't understand.

Fred tried to kill me.

No, he didn't.

You murdered him because you knew I loved him.

Joan, let me explain.

It won't do you any good.

I've called the police.

It's too late now, John.

I guess you'll have to face it.

Sparrow did What he could for his friend,

but the jury didn't believe John Sinclair's story,

and he paid the extreme penalty

for the murder of Fred Graham.

Joan inherited the Sinclair millions,

and went away to the life of luxury

she had always craved.

But constantly haunting her

was the tragedy that cost the lives

of the man she loved and the man she married.

She travelled from city to city, seeking forgetfulness.

But there was no escape from the past.

She came back, at last,

to live out a life of torment

in the solitude and desolation of the lighthouse.

I know, because I am the Whistler.