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Please watch the birdie.

Actually, we couldn't afford a birdie for you to watch.

That is why I am here.

My camera is a new one, and I'm quite proud of it.

Oh, this.

This is an attachment of my own.

I find it invaluable for making the subject sit still.

It's really quite effective.

My prints turn out...

perfectly. It's just the people who need retouching.

Now I see it is time for a word from someone who has continually refused my

invitation to sit for a portrait, but perhaps a candid shot.

I can hardly expect you to be serious.

You underestimate me.

Yes, but darling, you'll just throw him over in a couple of weeks.

So why tire yourself?

You're not very amusing, Howard.

I'm not trying to be.

I won't give you up, Terry. It's that simple.

I need you too much. I want you too much.

I'm not going to give you up for any...

Very nice, Mr. Matthews. Very nice.

Leave that.

I'll do it, thank you. Mr.

Matthews asked me... Never mind what Mr. Matthews asked you. You're here to take

care of his wardrobe for the film, not his packing. That's my province. But...

It's quite the wrong way to pack shirts.

I'm sorry, but I was only carrying out the orders from Mr.

Matthews. He should leave those things to me.

I've almost finished packing.

You're going to have a glorious weekend, Mr. Matthews. I'm sure of it.

I must say, I thought the scene went rather well.

The scene was detestable, Miss Hall.

That I ever consented to play a role in which I become a corpse in the first

reel of the picture is even more detestable.

And that I allow myself to work in support of my Robin.

That's the final proof of my humiliation.

You used to like Miss Robin.

Oh, yes, when she was young and beautiful, of course I liked her.

But all that's wearing rather thin.

Don't you think you should take your sedative instead?

You know, I used to picture you and Miss Robbins as people out of some fairy

story come to life.

I saw your films any number of times.

And followed your careers slavishly. And still do.

You know, Miss Hall, you ought to find yourself a man.

You're drying up.

Pretty soon you'll have fewer chances than you've had in the past.

You needn't be cruel.

Oh, stop being a sentimentalist. I'm not being cruel, Miss Hall. I'm being

honest. Yeah, perhaps honesty is often ugly and bitter, but it's got to be

faced. As I face it.

You think I enjoy facing the truth about myself?

You think I like looking in this mirror and seeing not a man, but his wreckage?

Still, I face it. I look at it.

Even though once I was a star.

And the whole world was in love with me.

The whole world is still in love with you. Don't be absurd, Miss Hall.

What evidence can you offer?

Those morbid valentines you call fan letters?

Written by yourself?

Or by those misfits you pay a dollar for writing?

Oh, Mr. Matthews.

Yes, I know your little secret.

I've known it for a long time now.

But the truth must be faced, Miss Hall. And this is the truth.

Once I was a prince.

And I was a king.

And I had a palace on a hill that royalty would come and marvel at.

But now, who am I, Miss Hall?

What am I?

What have I?

I'm a beggar who must be grateful for a week's work.

And my palace...

has dwindled to a crumbling ruin controlled by the Cahenga Realty

Oh, no, no, I have one more thing, Miss Hall. I have you.

You who packs my belongings, sees me off on weekends.

You who stands by and tells me a scene's gone rather well when I know quite well

it's gone very badly.

And who dreams impossible dreams that even the angels must laugh at.

What kind of dream?

The kind schoolgirls dream.

Of marrying and moving into worlds beyond them.

Get away from me, Miss Hawke. Find yourself somebody else.

And if I said there couldn't be anyone else, what then?

Then I'd pity you, because it's hopeless.

No, I don't mean to be harsh.

I don't want to be.

But you're the life of your own. You mustn't live through mine.

You're an intelligent, sensitive woman. An intelligence and sensitivity of rare

quality.

Don't waste them.

If I seem angry with you, it's probably because I've seen so much waste.

I can't bear to see any more.

Understand that, Miss Hall. Please try.

You must.

Oh, I'm so sorry, Mr. Matthews. I thought this was Myra Robinson.

Her name is Mrs. Dolan, Grace Dolan. She works in Wardlow.

Apparently, she had a terrible time last year.

Oh? She was devoted to her daughter, who was quite pretty, I've heard, and she

suddenly died.

There are all sorts of stories about what happened.

I'm not in the least interested in studio gossip. How long will it take you

get that through your head?

Your vacation will do you a world of good, Mr. Matthews. The change will work

wonders, I'm sure of it. How are you, Miss Hall? Yes, you can sit in the sun

Mexico and rest and relax, and in a week you'll be a different person.

You're so certain of things, Miss Hall, sometimes you amaze me.

I try to be helpful, Mr.

Matthews.

Are you sure you don't want me to go to the airport with you? I'm positive.

You usually like me to. I know the way, Miss Hall.

And what will you do with the car? There's a perfectly good garage across

the airport.

I thought I'd drive it back to the house after your plane leaves. It won't be

necessary.

Now, don't look so sad, Miss Hall.

I'm giving you a vacation, too, so take advantage of it. Are you sure there's

nothing else?

Sure.

You're learning.

I'm glad you dug my message at the studio.

You needn't have been so obvious.

I just didn't want you to forget we had a date.

I wouldn't have forgotten, Mrs. Dolan. You can be sure of that. You can't be

sure of nothing, Mr.

Matthews. Can't you say hello? It would kill you.

I see little point in observing the amenities.

Not at this late date.

I'll be touched today.

Can't you ever buy any new records?

Something a little more up -to -date, maybe?

If you don't mind, Mrs. Dolan, I like this one.

Oh, you are such a creep.

Always dreaming about the past.

Don't dismiss the past so easily, Mrs. Dolan. I find the past as perfection as

the present has yet to equal.

Sure, sure, I know no taxes, no television, no graying hairs.

No sagging chin?

Well, the past may have been great for some of us.

For others like me, it wasn't so hot, and I'd just as soon forget it.

Hey, what is this?

What's what?

You promised to put my Janice's picture here. I gave you a picture of her to put

with the rest of your girlfriends, and you promised. Now, what did you do with

it, huh?

Shut that drawer.

Hey, wait a minute. I said shut that drawer.

Now, hold on, hold on.

Hold on, mister. Don't you raise your voice to me like that.

I'm not one of your slaves like your miss... What's her name?

Get away, Mrs. Dolan.

What is this?

Oh, nothing that would interest you. Give it to me.

Everything interests me?

What is it?

It's a medicine, if you must know.

A sedative to help me sleep.

Dilley Constance?

Well, just give it to me.

He should have a guilty conscience, Mr. Matthews. Let's not get into that.

My little Janice would be here today if it weren't for you.

Mrs. Dolan, we are none of us beyond reproach.

Now, what does that mean?

Whatever you want.

Hey, what are you insinuating anyway?

Don't you know? That I threw my Janice at you?

Didn't you?

I thought you'd be good to my little girl, good and kind and... Help her

on her way to a dazzling career?

She could have been a star, my little girl, a star.

But I should have known better than to think you could ever help her.

Yes, you should have.

That didn't give you a right to treat her the way you did.

Mrs. Dolan, as I said before, we are none of us beyond reproach. Oh, sure,

that's a fine way to dismiss a murder.

For the last time, Mrs. Dolan, I did not murder your daughter. Well, what did

you do then, if not that?

My Janice would be alive today if you'd married her, wouldn't she?

She might have been happy. She might have had a kid, and don't you ever

it.

Your weekly visits prevent my ever forgetting it, Mrs. Dolan.

I think we'd better end this discussion.

Yeah, I think I do, too.

Just give me my check, Mr. Matthews. Let me get out of here.

You've ruined my weekend already. There isn't going to be a check this week or

any week from now on.

What do you mean?

I mean exactly what I say. There isn't going to be a check.

Because there can't be a check.

Because I'm broke.

You expect me to believe that?

Look, I'll show you my checkbook.

My savings account.

Bank statements.

Look them over.

Mr. Matthews, do you know what I got in this bag?

I'm afraid I do.

I got letters, Mr.

Matthews.

Letters you were dumb enough to write to my little girl.

Every crummy newspaper and scandal magazine pay me pretty good to get their

hands on these. Do you know that, Mr. Matthews?

I'm aware of it. Your career doesn't mean very much now, but it'd mean even

with these out in the open.

I know.

Well, I'm glad you do.

Because that means you're going to write me out a check whether there's any

money to cover it or not.

And since this is Friday and I won't cash the check till Monday,

You'll find some way if you have to beg, borrow, or steal to

see that it is covered when I do cash it.

Do I make myself plain, Mr.

Matthews? You make yourself very plain.

Good.

Because that means that you'll walk over to your desk now and write me out a

check and we'll have no more hanky -panky.

Okay, Mr. Matthews?

Okay. You act as if you're all the same.

You rant and you rave and you put up a big bluff.

But when the chips are down, you're all the same.

Chicken, honey.

Chicken.

Here you are.

Attaboy.

I'll see that it don't bounce on Monday.

Oh, Mrs. Dolan.

Don't go.

Stay a moment.

What is this?

Well, unless you have someplace special to go.

You know I don't. Then at least stay for a drink.

I don't get it.

Let me put it this way.

By the set of unfortunate circumstances, we are bound together, right?

Right. Well, since we are bound together, I do think we should try not

enemies. Or even bad friends. What's the point, Sonny? Well, the point's simply

this. I'd like to commemorate our new friendship.

I'd like to toast it.

Okay. What have you got?

Oh, vodka.

Scotch, gin?

Cream de menthe?

Green? I think that can be arranged.

Cream de menthe, green.

On the rocks?

Very good, Mrs. Dolan.

Say, um... Why don't you call me Grace, as long as we're not going to be bad

friends? Why, you call me Grace, and I'll call you Oliver.

As you wish.

Why don't you browse through my records? You might find something a little more

modern.

Okay, Oliver.

Now, where'd you turn the lights on for? Don't be such a square.

Leave me alone.

There's a guy prowling around.

Let's go home.

Oh, don't pay any attention to him.

I want to go home.

You're getting to be such a moldy thing.

I was wondering when you'd be getting back.

What are you doing here?

I could ask you the same question.

I was under the impression that you were flying to Mexico.

I changed my mind at the last minute.

So I see.

I fancied you might when you refused to let me go with you to the airport.

I'm very sensitive to your mood, Mr. Matthews.

You see, I know.

Miss Hall, I have the slightest idea what you're talking about.

Certainly you do. I'm referring to Mrs. Dolan, her daughter, and yourself.

I've always known.

You're not as careful at covering up your tracks as you should be.

I also know about tonight. I followed you to Mulholland Drive when you left

house.

Please don't bother to wash that glass.

It's deplorable, I admit, but I couldn't control my curiosity any more than I

could control picking this up as a souvenir.

What do you want?

Can't you guess?

I'm afraid I can't, Miss Hawke.

Well, I'm not going to turn you over to the authorities if that's what's

worrying you.

Not unless it's necessary.

Nor do I want money.

What is it, then?

I want you to make what you called an impossible dream possible after all.

I can hardly expect you to be serious.

You underestimate me.

Yes, but darling, you'll just throw him over in a couple of weeks. So why tire

yourself? You're not very amusing, Howard.

I'm not trying to be.

I won't give you up, Terry. It's that simple.

I need you too much. I want you too much.

I'm not going to give you up for any...

ever after you see Oliver also had an impossible dream and it

also came true his dream was that he and Miss Hall

would be caught and convicted and sentenced to separate penal institutions

and now before I return I want you to meet a gentleman

who

though never a dream, has become quite impossible.

Thank you, sir, for that unsolicited testimonial.

I also wish to thank Alfred Hitchcock Productions, makers of fine

suspense stories for relinquishing a minute of their time.

Next week we shall all be back. Until then...

Good night.