All language subtitles for A Double Life (1947) - English

He looks just like he did in the
other play. Remember?

- Isn't he gorgeous?
- Adorable.

Hiya, fellas.

Looking sharp, boy.
Looking sharp.

- New hat.
- Oh, fine.

- Who done it for you, Lily Dache?
- I done it myself.

- What a great guy.
- You can say that again, son.

- The meeting will come to order.
- Hello, Barry.

How are you,
Mr. John?

- Dirty heel.
- Everybody says.

- He's a good actor.
- Yeah, but he's no good.

- Tony!
- Oh, hello, Ellen.

Hello!

I haven't seen you since, um...

- Sands Point.
- Yes, that's right.

- I lost your number.
- I knew it was that.

- What are you geniuses up to?
- We're in the Freedley musical.

- How does it look?
- Chaotic.

Well, good luck.

- Thanks. Good-Bye.
- I'll be seeing you.

Good-Bye, Tony.

What a darling. Stinker.

What?

- Hello, Mr. John.
- Hello, Anna.

Hello, Max.

Enter Anthony John-
Tall, handsome, charming.

Shakes hands with his
dearest friend and mentor.

And sits.

- How did it go last night?
- Fine, fine.

- A riot.
- A veritable funfest.

This play agrees with you.
You know that, don't you?

Ah, good old Anna-
Never forgets.

If it were possible, I'd have you
only in comedy always, so help me.

Well, why isn't it?

Every morning after I get up,
I read a play,

Every night before I go to bed,

365 days a year, 730 plays,

and out of the lot, If one turns
up that can be produced...

And that's got a part for you,

I'm lucky.

Listen. Do me a favor.
Don't forget one thing-

You're an actor.

- You don't say.
- A great actor.

I bow.

You got a responsibility.

You can't stop. You
can't limit yourself.

All right.
Don't get so excited.

Well, I'm an excitable fellow.

Come on.
Let's have it.

What is all this?

Othello.

- Oh! Ho ho! No!
- Listen...

I was looking over that old Othello
scheme of yours lst night.

You don't know how good that is.

Yes...

we have some good
notions, all right.

Good?

Remember that thing you
figured out for the ending?

Yes.

Where you strangle
Desdemona with a kiss?

Yes. Oh, it sounds
ridiculous now.

You're wrong.

It's brilliant,
and it's believable,

Isn't it, Victor?

- Isn't what?
- Isn't it brilliant?

- Also believable?
- The Othello thing.

- How are you, Tony?
- Blooming-

Blooming in spite of Max.

He's been giving me a scream by
scream description of my own idea.

Want to do it, Tony?

- Do you want to direct it?
- I asked you first.

I don't know. I-

I know some parts give me the
willies on the stage and off.

Where's your ambition?

All used up, Max.
Well, almost all used up.

Well, I've come
a long way with it.

Remember when I was
that handsome juvenile.

Dashing on with white flannels
and a tennis racket?

"I say, tennis anyone?

Right-O. Let's have
another go at it."

Yes, and before that the
chorus of the student prince.

I tell you, I was
a happy hambone then.

Vocabulary of 7 words.

Funny, I remember
my father even then,

Coming backstage for a touch.

And telling me
to get the best of it.

"Get the best
of it, boy-Boy."

"I never made it, see, but..."

you can do it, kid.

So I'd slip him a fin,
and he'd mosey off.

I never listened to him.

I never listened
to anyone but Brita.

That's when I got ambition, my boy,
When I married Brita.

That's when I wanted to be
something better than I was,

To be an actor, a real actor.

I had to teach myself
to talk, do you know it?

And move and think.

I had to tear myself apart.

Put myself together
again and again.

The leftover pieces are all scattered
somewhere between here and...

a thousand one-Night stands.

Oh, sure, I lost plenty-

Fun and rest and friends
and privacy,

And in that cockeyed way
things have of working out,

It's even cost me Brita.

Would you like to hear
the story of my life?

- He was a good actor, your old man.
- Oh, thank you, Max,

But you and I both know
he died a doorman.

Look, I wish you'd drop in
and see the show tonight.

Anything wrong?

It's all right, but it's not bouncing
along the way it used to..

Who's letting down?

- All of us except Brita, of course.
- Of course.

She's always wonderful.

There's something interests me, Tony,
because it's none of my business.

You and Brita, you've been divorced
now, how long is it, 2 years?

- And 4 months.
- All right.

And you're both
still in love, aren't you?

So?

- Why don't we marry again?
- Yeah.

We love each other
too much for that.

I see.

- See you later, friends.
- Now, what about the Othello thing?

Uh, look, don't count on me
too much for this, Max.

I've got a feeling it isn't
the sort of thing I...

ought to do,

Great or no.

Think it over.

- We'll talk about it later.
- All right.

- We ought to think about it, too.
- Why?

Him?

A sensation.

For someone who's been exposed to it
as much as you have,

It's a wonder you don't
know more about acting.

What is there to know?

It's a talent.
Some got it, some ain't.

No, no. When you do it like
Tony does, It's much more.

The way he has...

of becoming someone else
every night,

For just a few hours, so...

completely

no, don't tell me that his whole
system isn't affected by it.

I swear I never
saw such a thing.

Here I bring up a great proposition,
and everybody's as

gloomy as closing in new haven.

I don't like trouble.

We'll see.

Yeah, all right.
We'll see.

- Hello, bill.
- Mitch.

Victor here?

Yeah.
Right over there.

I just got the proofs of Brita's
new pictures for the Sunday edition..

Fine, fine.

Wait till you hear the next publicity
campaign you're gonna do.

Knock you on your ear.

- Something new?
- New, old.

Tell you tomorrow.

Excuse me, Mr. Lasker.

I'm going to marry the most wonderful
man in the world, Martin..

My valet?

- Compliments/
- Thank you.

Just when did all this
happen, Martin?

Miss Cole did me the honor of
accepting my proposal of marriage..

On may 14th last, sir.

On may 15th, a fortnight ago...

- thank you.
- Not at all, sir.

I gave you my 2-Weeks notice.

And informed you that I
was going to be married.

You didn't say
it was to my girl.

It didn't seem proper
to do so, sir.

Proper!

What cheek.

But what charm.

It's no surprise to me, after all
he's a gentleman's gentleman.

- Beginning now?
- He's a lady's gentleman.

I'm not going to cry.

I'm not.

- Ah, Ducky.
- Honey.

Martin!

But my dear sir, my time was
up when the clock struck.

I hope I�'ve given
complete satisfaction.

- Good-bye.
- Good-bye.

Mother!

Was I a bit over tonight?

Oh, Max, I've been
looking for you.

Drop over the office.

Hello, Victor, dear.

- That's you, sweetheart!
- Oh, Tony!

There's something
I want to talk to you about.

Yes. Oh, a little later.

- Max, are you going to the party?
- No. I'll be...

one more.

Oh, leave 'em hungry,
is what I say.

What do you think?
How did it go?

Oh, it impressed me.

There were a couple spots

I wanted to talk to you about.

Oh, look who's here-
Shakespeare's agent, eh?

- Yes?
- Hello, Brita.

Bill, come on in.

Is it all right?

If you don't stay too long.

Hi, Gladys.

Your new pictures.

Oh, good.

Oh, I better look them over
in the morning.

- Tony and I are going...
- I know. I'm going, too.

- Can I hitch a ride with you?
- Of Course.

Hey, what's all this
about a new play,

Something for you and Tony?

Play?

Sounded pretty definite, the
way Max talked about it.

I...
I thought you knew.

No, I didn't.

Well, I hope it's a comedy,
If they want me in it.

Why? You've just
had a year of one.

You know Tony.

When he's doing something gay like
this, It's wonderful to be with him, but...

when he gets going on one
of those deep numbers...

it sounds as if you're trying to talk
yourself out of marrying him again?

Think so?

Listen, we were engaged
doing Oscar Wilde,

Broke it off doing O'Neill.

We married doing Kaufman and Hart,
and divorced doing Chekhov.

Would you advise me to
go through all that again?

Would you take my advice?

Mr. Friend, would you
take my advice.

And clear out?

She's got to get dressed.

- Sure. Sorry. I'll be waiting.
- All right.

It seems to me like I spend
half my life trying to keep

- people from not going crazy.
- And not succeeding.

- Ready, dear?
- Oh, come on in, darling.

Well, I guess not many women would
climb all the way up here to see you.

You think not, eh?

You'd be surprised.

Oh, look. Oh, lovely.

- Beautiful.
- Honest, it's like they were married.

It's like they were engaged,
which is better than married.

Tony, look that over
tonight, will you?

Try. I've got to go up
to Gilbert's for a while.

And talk to Brita about it.

- Ah, sure.
- See you. Good night.

- Good-Bye.
- Bye.

Talk to Brita about what?

Othello.

Oh, dear.
Is that on again?

Well, just thinking.

What about a holiday tour?

I'll take one before I do this,

If I do it at all.

Oh, sure, I know those holidays.

I've shared them with you.

You keep remembering the rehearsal
date rushing up to meet you..

You think about your part.
You worry.

You wake up and pace the floor all night,

and you go silent for
long stretches all day.

And those
disappearances of yours.

It's a living nightmare,
not a holiday.

That's right, that's right.
But then what?

It's not worth it, Tony.

This past year,
it's been fun, you know?

There have been times when I
almost thought we'd...

- make it together again if we tried.
- Yeah?

I know if we ever got mixed up
in an Othello kind of thing...

it would be the end.

- Oh, but why, baby?
- You know why?

Because you won't learn
to leave it at midnight.

I used to and never got past
playing bits in stock,

And you're the one that did that
to me. Let's not forget that.

Did what?

Inspired me,
or whatever you call it.

Oh, we'll talk about it some other
time. You're tired now.

Come along. Let's go to the
party and have a good, gay time,.

- Tell jokes to all the private peoples.
- Jokes?

Jokes. And have
a gorgeous supper.

How about that?
Are you ready?

Ah, just about.

Oh, yes, that's right. Bill is coming, too.
I said we'd give him a lift.

Fine.

- Look, darling, um...
- yes?

Would you mind going ahead
with bill and let me come later?

- Why?
- Oh, I don't know I...

I'd like to prowl around a bit,
and think this thing over..

Tony.

Run along, darling, will you?

I'll come by later.

Yes. Good night, Tony.

Uh, good-Bye, dear, and
give my love to society.

- Matinee tomorrow, sir.
- Matinee tomorrow.

We're almost out of gargle.

I'll get some.

- Fine.
- Same kind all right?

Yeah. Delicious.

Good night, Mr. John.

Good night.

Oh, beware, my lord,
of jealousy.

It is the green-Eyed
monster.

All my fond love
thus do I blow to heaven.

'Tis gone. Rise, wreak vengeance!

Haply, for I am black...

and have not those soft parts of
conversation that chamberers have.

How's the chicken cacciatore?

It's your stomach.
Coffee?

Coffee.

- You all right?
- Fine.

If you want some good
wine, ask me, the boss.

Some talk, ok.
Nice girl to dance with,

- I'll see what I can do.
- No, Grazie. Meglio solo.

- Parli italiano?
- Eh, poco.

Always glad to take
care of a new customer.

- Thank you.
- Enjoy yourself.

Take good care of him, pat.

- You from out of town?
- Why?

I don't know.

You sound like Boston.

I do?

I was in Boston.
That's why I thought.

Pretty quiet up there.

- Oh, not the parts I was in.
- What parts?

Oh, around.

I had a pretty good
job up there, too.

I'm a masseuse.

- You don't say.
- Sure.

You don't believe me?
I can show you a certificate.

- I took a course.
- Masseusing?

Sure.

- I been out on the coast, too.
- California?

Sure. I was in Diego,
Pedro, L. A. All over,

But...

- I came back east this last month.
- Like it better here?

Soon as I make a few connections
I'll like it better.

Um, I may try the modeling game.

- All you need is a few connections.
- That's right.

You want to know my name?

All right.

Pat.

Pat Kroll.

That we can call these delicate
creatures ours, but not their appetites.

I had rather be a toad and live
upon the vapor of a dungeon..

Than keep a corner
in the thing I love.

You talking to me?

I thought you said something.

Well, yes, I did,
but it wasn't anything.

Oh.

- You wanna know something?
- What?

You're cute.

I'll be, uh, through here in
three-Quarters of an hour..

We could, uh, tell each other
our troubles, If you want to.

- Huh?
- Oh, sure.

It's open.

I couldn't find it.
Been walking round and round.

I was wondering.

Can I help you?

Oh, no, thanks.

- Coffee all right for you?
- Fine.

- Or would you like a beer?
- Uh, coffee will do.

Sit down!

You know, I like to
make some contacts.

I like you, you know it?

Now I do.

You gonna say you like me?

- Later.
- Oh, thanks.

You gonna tell me your name?

- Soon as I know it myself, yes.
- Oh, don't give me that.

Give you what?

I've handled lines all my life.

So have I.

Hey, what's so funny?

It's a private joke
between me and me.

Come on, what's your name?

Which one?

Your real name, the
one you were born with.

I mean, they give you one
when you were born.

That's not my real name.

- What is it?
- I don't know.

- I don't know.
- All right, calm down.

You don't have to tell me.

Look, if I could find out who I am,
I'd be a happy man, you know it?

Most people know who they are, or
think they do, which is the same thing.

Simple for them.

Want to know my name?

Martin.

- Thank you.
- Also Ernest and Paul,

Hamlet and Joe.

And maybe... Othello.

Listen, I'm French and Russian
and English and Norwegian..

- I got mixed blood, too.
- All right, darling,

But are you rich and poor...

and brave and cowardly.

And in love and not.

Trusting and jealous?

Are you?

What am I mixed up with here.
Some kind of nut?

The bawdy wind
that kisses all it meets.

Is hushed within the hollow
mine of earth and will not hear it.

What committed?
Impudent strumpet!

- What's the matter, fella?
- By heaven, you do me wrong.

- What?
- Nothing.

I just said, "What's
the matter, fella?"

You're talking so funny,
like you're...

- somebody else almost.
- I was.

Are you feeling all right?

Oh, sure.

Don't talk funny no more.

All right.

In fact...

don't talk at all.

All right.

Why shouldn't Max
want you to play it?

All he'll have to do is to pace back and
forth outside, like an expectant father.

Well, what do you
want him to do, play lago?

Is that I just hate to see you
getting pressured into anything.

Maybe you're not sure
I can play Othello.

Now, Tony.

I may not believe in myself, but
I expect others to believe in me.

- That make sense?
- Oh, of course.

What's this for?

That is for nothing.

Thank you, darling.

You'd be a smashing
Desdemona. You know it?

It's funny. No one has
even bothered to ask me.

If I want to play it or not.
Not you, not anyone.

- Oh, Brita, It's all right.
- It's all right, darling. I'm used to it.

- Used to what?
- To running after you.

While you chase the moon.

Well, if you do go ahead, It means some
hard work on my Blankety-Blank accent.

You will be
able to manage it, I'm sure.

- Translation, please.
- Oh, no.

- Eh, I can imagine.
- Right.

What is it?

It's nothing. The tricks
your mind can play.

You know,
somewhere in the future.

I can see it all finished.

I can see the whole
magical production-

Opened, praised.

It feels fine to have
done something worthy,

And I think of all the things that have
to be done between now and then-

The terrifying thought
of that first rehearsal.

The actors nervous
and frightened...

though in the trade of war
I have slain men...

Your inner self telling you every instant
you're making a mistake to try this,

Knowing all the time
you're caught.

It's too late to change your mind.

- 'Tis better as it is.
- Oh, no, no.

Yes, Tony, it's fine.

Trying to make someone
else's words your own,

Thoughts your own...

"thou cunning'st
pattern."

Over and over and over.

Thou cunning'st pattern
of excelling nature.

You whip your imagination
into a frenzy.

Key to the character...

Jealousy,

And you dig for it
within yourself.

What does it feel like
Real jealousy?

Try to remember jealous
moments in your own past.

Jealousy.

Find it, hold it, live it!
Jealousy!

And the hours when you worry
about nothing but shoes.

And props.

And make-Up.

And the costume fittings...

that's perfect. That's wonderful really.

And then
the dress rehearsals-

The heartening moments when
it seems to be going right...

nay, but he prated.

Hey, look out!

The inevitable things
that go wrong...

Nerves, arguments, changes...

far, far into the night.

Pills to help you stay awake...

And pills to help you sleep.

The part begins to seep
into your life,

and the battle begins-

Imagination against reality.

Keep each in its place, that's
the job if you can do it.

And all at once...

it's opening night.

And you look out
at the audience,

Terrifying monster
with a thousand heads.

You're in a kind of trance,

Only vaguely aware that the
curtain is about to go up.

Places, please.

Then, somehow,
the next thing you know...

The play is almost over.

The last scene
is about to begin.

But you remember
that you're on a stage.

In a theater,

An audience in front of you...

and suddenly...

suddenly you're startled by
the sound of your own voice..

Yet I'll not shed her blood,

Nor scar that whiter
skin of hers than snow.

And smooth as
monumental alabaster.

Yet she must die, else
she'll betray more men.

You try to hang on desperately.

You're 2 men now,

Grappling for control...

You...

and Othello.

Put out the light,

And then...

put out the light.

If I quench thee,
thou flaming minister,

I can again thy former light
restore should I repent me.

But once put out thy light...

thou cunning'st pattern
of excelling nature,

I know not where is
that Promethean heat.

That can thy light relume.

I must weep...

but they are cruel tears...

This sorrow's heavenly.
It strikes where it doth love.

She wakes.

Who's there?

- Othello.
- Ay, Desdemona.

Will you come to bed, Milord?

Have you prayed
tonight, Desdemona?

Ay, Milord.

If you bethink yourself of any crime
unreconciled as yet to heaven and grace,

- Solicit for it straight.
- Alas, Milord...

- What may you mean by that?
- Well, do it, and be brief.

I will walk by.

I would not kill
thy unprepared spirit.

No, heaven forfend,
I would not kill thy soul.

Talk you of...

- killing?
- Ay, I do.

Alas!

Why gnaw you so your nether lip?

Some bloody passion
shakes your very frame.

You all right,
Mr. Friend?

Opening-Night jitters.

Look...

if Mr. Donlan or Mr. Lasker ask for me,
tell 'em I'm in the bar across the street.

They've been there
since the second act.

I hope they do not point on me.

- Cease and be still!
- I will so.

Oh... what's the matter?

That handkerchief which I so
loved and gave thee.

Thou gav'st to Cassio!

No, by my life and soul.
Send for the man and ask him.

Sweet soul, take heed. Take heed of
perjury. Thou art on thy deathbed!

- Ay, but not yet to die.
- Yes, presently!

Therefore confess thee
freely of thy sin,

For to deny
each article with oath.

Cannot remove nor choke the strong
conception that I do groan withal.

Thou art to die!

- Milord, have mercy on me.
- I say, amen.

And have you mercy, too.

I never did offend you
in my life,

- Never loved Cassio.
- Oh?

But with such general warranty of
heaven as I might love...

- I never gave him token.
- By heaven, I saw my handkerchief in his hand.

Oh, perjured woman,
thou dost stone my heart.

And makes me call what I intend to do
a murder, which I thought a sacrifice.

I saw the handkerchief!

He found it, then.
I never gave it him.

Send for him hither.
Let him confess a truth.

- He has confessed.
- What, Milord?

That he hath used thee.

- How, unlawfully?
- Ay.

- He will not say so.
- No. His mouth is stopped.

Honest lago has
taken order for it.

Oh...

my fear interprets.

What, is he dead?

Had all his hairs been lives,

My great revenge
had stomach for them all.

Alas!

He is betrayed, and I undone!

Out, strumpet!

Weep'st thou for him to my face?

- Oh, banish me, Milord, but kill me not.
- Down, strumpet!

Kill me tomorrow.
Let me live tonight.

Nay. If you strive...

- but half an hour!
- Being done, there is no pause.

- While I say one prayer!
- It is too late.

Milord! Milord!

Oh, good Milord!

Milord! Milord!

Milord...

Milord!

Oh...

What ho!

Oh, good Milord, I would
speak a word with you.

It's almost over,
Mr. Lasker.

Well, you told me to tell you
when it was the last scene.

Oh, sure. Thanks.

Last scene.

What play?

Our play.

It's good.

There's a murder in it.

You don't say.

Who to who?

What?

- Who murders to who?
- Tony.

Tony murders this girl.

Kills her dead...

- with a kiss.
- Ridiculous.

- Unbelievable.
- Tonight...

he murders this girl.

Tomorrow, they'll
probably murder him.

- Oh, no.
- No.

How came you, Cassio,

By that handkerchief
that was my wife's?

I found it in my chamber,

And he himself
confessed even now that

there he'd dropped
it for a special purpose.

Which wrought to his desire.

Fool...

fool! Fool!

You must forsake this room
and go with us.

Your power and your command
is taken off.

And Cassio rules in Cyprus.

You shall close prisoner rest.

Till that the nature of your fault
be known to the venetian state.

Come, bring away.

Soft you.

A word or two before you go.

I have done the state some service,
and they know it.

No more of that.

I pray you...

in your letters, when you shall
these unlucky deeds relate...

speak of me as I am,

Nothing extenuate,

Nor set down aught in malice.

Then must you speak of one...

that loved...

not wisely but too well,

Of one not easily jealous,
but being wrought,

Perplexed in the extreme...

of one whose hand...

like the base judean,

threw a Pearl away.

Richer than all of his tribe.

One whose subdued eyes...

albeit unused to the
melting mood, drop tears...

as fast as the Arabian trees
their medicinable gum..

Set you down this...

and say besides,
that in Aleppo once,

Where a malignant and a turban'd Turk
beat a venetian and traduced the state,

I took by the throat
the circumcised dog...

and smote him, thus!

- Oh, bloody period.
- All that's spoke is marred.

I kissed thee ere I killed thee.

No way but this, killing myself...

to die upon a kiss.

This did I fear, but thought
he had no weapon.

For he was great of heart.

O spartan dog,

More fell than anguish,
hunger, or the sea!

Look on the tragic loading
of this bed.

This is thy work.

The object poisons sight.

Let it be hid.

Myself will straight aboard,

And to the states...

this heavy act
with heavy heart relate.

Bravo!

- All right, boys!
- Ok, house lights.

That does it.

That's it, boys.

Thank you.

You were wonderful, Tony.

Congratulations, darling.

Perfectly marvelous performance,
it really was.

Tony, is the best thing
you've ever done.

Let's make Tony stop
walking around and relax.

What ho, Milord?

Tony, if you'd never
played anything else,

My dear...

This is brilliant.

Or if you never play
anything again.

Well, I hope so.

No, no, Tony, I don't want you
to monopolize Dolly all evening.

- Congratulations.
- Thank you.

Thank you.

- Are you all right, dear?
- You ask me that every 6 minutes.

I care every 6 minutes.
Here.

I don't deserve you, Brita.

Maybe that's why
you haven't got me.

There isn't much justice on earth,
but there is some.

If I burst out crying,
it's going to be your fault.

What's the matter?

It's nothing.

Brita, if you don't give me a hand
with the Hollywood contingent I'll...

Sure, sure.

I'm all right, run along.

- Farewell, old friend of mine.
- Farewll old friend.

- Farewell, the tranquil mind.
- Farewell, content.

Farewell...

Thank you. Thank you.

Oh, beware, Milord, of jealousy,
is the green-Eyed monster.

Which doth mock
the meat it feeds on.

Out, strumpet!

Brita?

Didst thou not see her paddle.
With the palm of his hand?

But that was but courtesy,
lechery, by his hand.

They met so near with their lips that
their breaths embraced together.

In sleep I heard him say, "sweet
Desdemona let us be wary."

Let us hide our loves."
Let us hide our loves.

Let us hide our loves. Let us hide
our loves. Let us hide our loves.

Besides, I tell you It was like
the riot of 1820.

Were you there?

Get me home, Brita.
Please get me home.

- Oh, darling.
- Happy birthday, old lady.

Oh, Tony, Tony.
Thank you for this.

Oh, it's nothing, it just
cost 3 weeks' salary.

And worth it. Thank you.

Look at me I'm a Christmas tree.
Here. From Max.

Lovely.

- From Victor.
- My, my.

Look here.
From main and Douglas.

Ooh-Hoo.
Never seen better.

And here, look, A locket
from bill. Isn't that sweet?

Yeah. Yeah.

Yours is my favorite, Tony.

- Oh, Would you like to go to a party?
- Look darling, I'm a little bit late.

You mind?

And you'd better hurry.

Yes, that's right.
I better.

Thank you.
Thank you again.

This is a trick to
put me from my suit.

Pray you, let Cassio
be received again.

Fetch me the handkerchief.
My mind misgives.

Come, come, you'll never
meet a more sufficient man.

- The handkerchief.
- Pray you, talk we of Cassio.

- The handkerchief!
- A man that all his time.

Hath founded his good
fortunes on your love,

Shared dangers with you.

- The handkerchief!
- I'sooth, you are to blame.

Oh!

Sounds! Noises offstage,
clumsy fools.

Next time that happens I'll crack him
over the head with a stage brace.

- Tony, he didn't mean to.
- I don't care whether he meant to or not.

All right, Tony.
All right.

If anyone doesn't like it
or you don't like it-

Let's hear about it, that's all.

I'm only trying to find a way
to make everybody happy.

Ok, Mr. John.

Don't fuss, man. For the love
of Mike, don't fuss.

Ready, Mr. John.

M'noble lord,

If I give my wife
a handkerchief...

send for him hither.
Let him confess a truth.

- He hath confessed.
- What, Milord?

- That he hath used thee.
- How? Unlawfully?

- He will not, he will not say so.
- Ay...

No, his mouth is stopped.

Honest lago hath
taken order for it.

Oh...

my fear interprets.

What, is he dead?

Had all his hairs been lives...

my great revenge had
stomach for them all.

A- Alas...

alas, he is betrayed,
and I undone.

- Out, strumpet!
- Oh, Tony!

Weep thou for him to my face?

Oh, banish me, Milord,
but kill me not!

Yeah, banish you, down...

down, strumpet!

- Kill me tomorrow, let me live tonight.
- Nay, if you strive-

Brita, Tony...

- But half an hour.
- Down.

Tony-Tony, please.

Being done, there is no pause.

- But while I say one prayer.
- It is too late.

Oh!

Please, Tony. Tony-

Tony...

- Tony, please, you're hurting me.
- What's going on?

What's the matter with him?

Mr. John, Mr. John...

Be careful, please.

What is he doing?

Mr. John.

Please stop him, do something.

Your cue. Mr. John.
For heaven's sake, knock.

Milord!

Milord!

Oh, good Milord.

I would speak a word with you.

There is not!
There is no excuse!

- Good evening, doctor.
- Good evening, fellas.

If you'd only leave her alone
for a few minutes, Mr. John-

You keep out of this. Now, I'm
warning you. Who's there?

Well, what's the trouble?

Well, what the...

Hello, Tony.

- Who sent for you?
- I did.

Holy jumping.
Now this is a production.

Doctor, Really is
just a little accident.

My delicate leading lady can't be kissed
now without sending for her doctor.

- See.
- I'm afraid we overdid it a bit.

Right at the top of the scene.
Advice! Direction!

Yelling it out!

I'm sorry, Tony.

Who'd you think we were playing to,
an audience of deaf-Mutes?

Tony, shut up!

Brita...

I'm sorry.

Tony...

I'm sorry, darling.

You know I'd die before I'd hurt you.
You know that, don't you?

Yes, I know it.
I know it.

- All forgiven, Tony.
- All forgiven.

Gently.

What a business, for heaven's sake.
What a business.

Close your eyes, Tony.

Huh?

Surprise coming.
Close your eyes.

Oh.

All right. Now.

Well.

Good?

Well, strike me pink.

Thank you.

Well, I never.

- Oh, stop it, Tony.
- Stop what?

- Making fun of me.
- Was I?

Oh, let's eat it.

I'm sorry.

It's all right.
It's all right.

I should risen to the occasion.

I'm tired. I don't know what's
the matter with me.

I mean, I do know what's
the matter with me.

Sorry, Brita.
Beautiful cake.

Beautiful idea.

- Beautiful thing you have done.
- Let's not go too far, huh?

Do I get to eat myself?

No novelty in that, is there?

Sticks and stones may break my bones,
Etcetera, etcetera, etcetera.

It's from Henri's.

What is?

The cake.

Oh... oh!

Restful here, isn't it?

So far.

Sort of sentimental.

I'm as sentimental
as the next fellow.

- By the way, what about him?
- Who?

The next fellow.

- Well, I don't know.
- Oh, he's a good enough

- press agent, but you...
- Tony...

- What?
- New subject.

Why?

I don't like this one,
and it's my party.

- Are you gonna marry him?
- No.

- Do you love him?
- No.

- Do you love anyone?
- No.

- No?
- Oh, Tony, leave me alone!

- You haven't finished your cake.
- I don't want it.

You can't have your cake
and eat it...

and not want it.

Oh, you fool.

Oh, Tony.

- New subject.
- Good.

What do you think you
might like to do next?

- What play?
- Yeah.

Max says we'll do
another year in this.

Oh, not with me.

- Oh?
- No.

Tired of it?

No. Sick of it.

Sick.

- Perhaps you should stop then.
- Yeah, perhaps.

But, you see...

What?

I don't know which is worse,
with a part or without.

Without one,
I'm alone-

Bad for me.

Don't like myself very much.

- Don't say that.
- Well, it's true.

The only answer was you.

Tony.

And nothing but failure there.

- Not all your fault.
- All mine.

Whose fault was that?

Fault?

Oh, we're both responsible for
all our good things and all our bad.

You don't really
believe that, do you?

No.

Mostly me.

Yes.

- Always?
- Mostly.

Then I don't suppose you would want
to marry me again, would you?

No, I wouldn't, darling.

Why not?

Because if at first you don't
succeed, don't try again.

- Isn't that how it goes?
- No.

Brita...

you're my only friend.

Help me.

Anything, anything, Tony, but
let's not try marrying again.

You're stuck on the guy,
are you?

Oh, don't be idiotic.
Why, bill is-

- Don't call him that!
- That's his name.

- I don't care!
- Oh, Tony-

Get away!

Is he smooth?

Is he charming?

Does he speak gently?

Does he write
lovely stories about you?

Does he dance well?

I don't.

Remember? Do you?

Does he listen?
Does he sympathize?

- And what else does he do? Does he...
- Stop it! Stop it! Stop it, Tony.

- You want me to go, huh?
- Yes.

All right, I will.

Now, Tony, listen-

I don't want to see him and his silly
lovesick face around the theater.

- Now, you tell him, or I will!
- Oh, Tony.

Meet him anywhere you like.

Meet him here or at his place
or in a rowboat in central park!

Go away, Tony!
Go away! Go now!

No.

No.

No.

Don't hurt Brita.

Yet she must die.

She will betray more men.

Get out...

Out.

You know
I'd die before I'd hurt you.

Careful. No control.
Go home.

"Go," she said, "go now."
Brita and Bill.

Bill and Brita.

Heaven truly knows that
thou art false as hell!

Brita and Bill, Brita and Bill, Brita and Bill,
Brita and Bill, Brita and Bill, Brita and Bill.

Brita, Bill. Brita, Bill.

Wait.

Huh?

Go back.

I am.

I am going back.

Hello, Pat, surprised to see me?

Pat, Pat...

Help me, Pat.

Where is it? Where is she?
Desdemona!

No, Brita.

Go now forever,
farewell the tranquil mind.

Farewell content.

Help me.

Find her. Find her.

Brita! Brita!

No...

Pat?

Pat.

Pat.

Pat.

- Who is it?
- Me.

Who's me?

- Open up.
- Who is it?

Me! Me!

Hello, pat.

- Surprised to see me?
- Sure I am.

- You got your nerve.
- Yes.

- You waked me up.
- I'm sorry.

What do you take me for?

You look different.

I do?

What's the idea
the middle of the night?

I had to see you.
Important.

- Where you been lately and all that?
- I've been away.

- Like out of town?
- Yeah.

- How come no postcard?
- Huh?

You could at least
send me a postcard.

Didn't have any.

Who?

Where I was.

Where?

Venice.

Venice.

Glad to see me?

Sure I am.

I'm always glad.

Thank you.

One thing,
I always tell the truth.

Maybe that's how come
I got no steady.

You do all right though.

What do you mean?

- How many fellas you got, Pat?
- Hmm, a few.

How many?

- I don't know what you mean by fella.
- Like me.

Oh.

None like you.

- Any press agents?
- What are you gassin' about?

- Any named Bill?
- No.

Bill.

Bill.

Bill.

Bill.

Coffee's ready.

Even if you wake me up,
I'm glad you dropped over.

- Why?
- I don't know.

I got the jitters lately.

About yesterday it was Vito down at
the place he dropped a tray of glasses.-

- I must've jumped 9 feet.
- You need a rest.

No. It's just...

I don't know.

Ha! It's like I'm scared all the time
I'm gonna get run over by a truck.

Stuff like that.

Or you eat a bad oyster and you
got to get the stomach pump.

- Hey, how do you figure it?
- What?

Maybe being alone so much
does it a little.

I may move in with Emily.
You know her. Emily?

No.

- The cashier.
- No.

You want to put out the light?

Put out the light.

And then put out the light.

If I quench thee,
thou flaming minister,

I can again thy former light restore,
Should I repent me...

What?

But once put out thy light,

thou cunning'st pattern
of excelling nature,

I know not where
is that Promethean heat.

That can thy light relume.

Listen, I think you better go.

- Seen Bill lately?
- Who?

Had all his hairs been lives,

My great revenge
had stomach for them all..

- Uh, I think you must be drunk.
- He is betrayed, and I undone.

Out, strumpet!

Weep'st thou for him
to my face?!

Listen, I think you'd better go.

- Banish me not! Kill me not!
- Down, strumpet!

- What's the matter with you?
- Tomorrow, let me live tonight.

Nay, if you strive...

M'lord!

M'lord!

Yes. 'Tis Emilia.

Let me the curtains draw.

What ho! M'lord! M'lord!

Where art thou?

Tony?

Tony?

Aah!

- I wouldn't touch a dead body.
- Ready for me?

Just one more shot, doc.
We're moving in.

How did you happen to
come into the apartment?

They phoned from
the cafe she was working.

- What's the name of the cafe?
- The Valencia.

Would you repeat
that name, please?

Some Italian place.
I don't know.

Oh, come on now.

- You know the name of the cafe.
- They're picking on me, Joe.

All right, what was the
name of the cafe?

He don't know his elbow
from a hot mug.

So I says, talk to the dark room,
not me. I know what my exposure was.

Know what he is?
A chowderhead,

- A pure chowderhead.
- I'm tellin' you.

Whatever happened to Schofield,
Remember him, big tall guy, didn't smoke?

I don't know.
I heard Dallas.

Yeah. Some girl
he had down there.

Hi, Al.

- Couldn't find the joint.
- No kidding.

You're good and late.

That desk. I'll murder 'im.
Look at the address he give me.

No excuse.

Next time bring a
note from your mother.

- What's the deal?
- Here. Thanks.

I got time for a cup
of coffee, ya think?

- Who's the medic?
- Stauffer.

- You got time for a 10-Course dinner.
- Ray Bonner's on it, too, though.

He'll bounce 'im along.

What did I tell you?

Ok, Ray?

- 5 minutes, that's all.
- Get in close, bunny.

Kirk wants some heads.

All right, here we go.
I'm gonna say it slow now,

But I'm not gonna say it twice.
I got no time. You ready?

Pat K-R-O-L-L,

This address...

- age close to 30, dead on arrival...
- As long as you're guessin', Ray,

You mind makin' it
close to 20-Something?

- All right. 26.
- Attaboy.

Dead on arrival.

Apparently strangled sometime
between midnight and 5 A. M.

No robbery. No liquor.

Employed as a waitress at
Venezia cafe. Look up the address.

Beautiful?

Hard to tell right now.
I guess fair.

Attractive waitress.

Several important leads.

- That's all for now.
- We'll try to have the official aut,

The mimeo by 5:00.

You got anything, doc?

Uh, well, um...

it's an unusual one.

Unusual.

Neck, throat, unbruised.

Trachea, larynx,
windpipe, intact.

Small pressure markings above
and below lips indicate, uh...

an unusual crime of...

passion.

Unusual.

Hot dog!

Don't get too circusy now.

- One look, Ray?
- All right, but fast.

Come here, doc.

Yes?

Uh, you want a good quote?

How do you mean?

"Kiss of death."

What?

This young woman, said medical
examiner Roland F. Stauffer,

"May have been the victim of a...

kiss of death."

- Well, no. I don't know.
- Makes you a very salty talker,

A colorful character.

Well, uh...

Don't you want to be
a colorful character?

All right.

- Kiss of death.
- Good.

Stop! Stop!

Oh, please, stop!

Good morning.

Guy out there got his auto
horn stuck but good.

Would you like a couple of eggs?

What's the matter,
cat got your tongue?

- What?
- Eggs?

No. No, thank you.

She'll be right down, she said.

If don't fix that horn soon,
I'll give a scream.

Tony?

- Good morning.
- Morning.

Sleep terribly?

- Yes, thank you, and you?
- Quite terribly, thank you.

Oh, Tony, Tony, I-

I had such a bad dream.

My part any good?

- It's wonderful to be awake again.
- Yeah. Yes, it is.

Whatever the terrors of the waking
hours at least you can fight them.

The other kind...

- you're...
- helpless.

Yes.

Helpless.

- What is it?
- It's nothing.

- Ohh...
- Is it that noise?

I love it. Joys of the city.

Oh, thank you.

- Here.
- They're no good today.

Have you noticed how
nothing happens lately?

- No, I haven't.
- I have. I have.

You said it.

I always agree.
It saves so much time.

I'll see you tonight.

Wait a minute.

Be a good friend
and stay a while.

I'm afraid I can't do either.

I'm sorry. I have
to get home anyway.

Why?

You must know. I
never have to tell you:

I need a shave.

And thank you for the use.

Of, um, whatever it is I used.

See you tonight.

Do you want to see
a Mr. Cooley?

Cooley?, yeah.

- Al Cooley. Want a see him?
- Al...

- Hiya, man.
- Come on in.

- Relax a little while, kid.
- It's a pleasure.

Well, what brings you around here?

You know me.
A man for a fast buck.

I got quite a proposition here.

Go ahead.

First, I ask you,

Are you interested in getting a lot
of space for your Othello show?

- The answer's yes.
- Next thing.

It's worth more off
the theater page, right?

Right.

Front page is even better, huh?

You know, if this is some kind
of gag, I'm, uh, very busy.

I can see your tongue
hangin' out, buster,

- Way out.
- Come on. Come on.

Well, look...

I'm on this job, see,
a very routine knock-Off.

A girlwaitress or
something strangled.

So we're listening to the hand-out,
and it's no good, sordid.

You know, they're no good
when they're sordid.

So then a medical examiner,
Stauffer, you know him?

No.

Dr. Roland F. Stauffer,
a pinhead.

He drops something,
and I catch an angle.

Like what?

Like he says, it could be she was
the victim of a kiss of death.

- He said that?
- He said that.

A very salty talker,
a colorful character.

- I'm way ahead of you.
- You go for it?

Me? Yes. I love space, but on
something as big as this, I'd...

- have to talk to Tony John.
- Why?

He's a big man for dignity.

- This is dignity.
- It depends on how you handle it.

With dignity, naturally.

Dr. Roland F. Stauffer, the
department's medical examiner,

Said the attractive, young waitress was a
victim of what he termed a kiss of death.

He likened the crime to
the murder of Desdemona.

In a current Broadway
production of Othello.

That's not dignity?

That's all right.

- What's it worth?
- And don't tell me 2 tickets.

I would like some dough, and
I'll buy my own tickets.

Name it.

All right.

With a little help, I can keep
you hot for 9 or 10 days.

Make it 100 a day...

for as long as I can
keep you riding high,

you can be the judge
of when that is. Fair?

Fair.

- If I get killed for this...
- If you get killed, I don't get paid.

Watch yourself.
I better be movin'.

- Can I have a look at your stills?
- Yeah, sure.

- Tony?
- I looked for you at the office.

I'm sorry this doggone sinus
got me down today and-

Have you seen this?

- Why, yes.
- Why didn't you show it to me?

- Tony, Tony, please.
- Why didn't you?

Please...

This makes me look such a fool.

Isn't there something
you can do to get this...

I don't own the papers,
Tony, after all.

Did you have anything
to do with this?

No...

- not exactly.
- What do you mean, not exactly?

It was some other guy's idea,
but I ok'd it.

I see.

- What are you trying to do to me?
- Aw, nothing, Tony.

- You're makin' a thing of it.
- You heel!

Now, wait a second.

You dirty heel! You're through.
I'll see to that.

Well, fine with me.

You get this stuff
killed, or I'll...

- Or what?
- You'll do it!

You do it. Do it!

Wait a minute.

Come here.

Come on, Tony.

You-

Tony!

Tony, in the name of...

Tony!

Tony!

Tony.

Had all his hairs been lives,

being done, there is no pause.

Tony.

Get out of here.

- Get out of here, you...
- It was a dream.

- You maniac.
- Only a bad dream.

You're part of a bad dream.

Come in.

Be right with you.

- Yes, sir?
- I'm a friend of Al Cooleys.

Yeah.

I'm in Max Lasker's press agent.

He's a theatrical producer.

Yes, I've heard of him.

Sit down.

- Bill Friend, that's my name.
- Heard of you, too.

If you want me in
a show, I'm pretty busy.

Well, no.

It's just that I've...

I've got an angle about
this Pat Kroll thing..

What do you mean exactly...

angle?

I think I may know who
you're looking for.

Or, anyway, it's a hunch.

You're a little late,
It's all over.

- It is?
- Cracked just after lunch.

Well, who? Who?
Can you tell me?

Sure.

Joe!

Some poor slob.

Joe, see this gets
down to the inspector.

Some poor slob lives right
across the hall from her.

Claims he was drunk and
doesn't remember the details.

But we remember the details,
so that's all right.

Oh?

Everybody wants to be a detective.
I think it's all these radio serials.

What was your hunch?

- What's the difference?
- That actor in your show?

Well, yes.

Say, you guys'll do anything
to get in the papers.

- No. No, really, I...
- We checked your man.

You did?

Yes. Looked good,
too, for a minute.

Turned out he'd been out
all night that night.

Yes?

With his leading lady.

His wife.

- Used to be.
- I know.

We checked the whole deal
with her maid.

Well, that's that.

Why don't I mind
my own business?

- Sorry to have troubled you.
- No trouble.

- Sugar, cream?
- Neat.

Nothing seems to improve it any.

- Would you rather have something else?
- No, no.

This is fine, thank you.

All right. How long
will you be gone?

Uh, I don't know.

Poor Max is in a tough spot.
Tony wants him to fire me, but...

Well, I'll take a vacation.

Maybe it'll all blow
over in a little while.

We'll miss you.

Speak for yourself, lady.

All right, then, I'll miss you.

Thank you.

- Bill?
- Yes?

Oh, Bill...

I won't try to explain Tony to you.

It's too long, too complex,

But try to understand.

There is...

a kind of an emotional illness that
comes over him sometimes like this.

- He's a good man, really.
- I know.

When he acts for
a long stretch of time,

you know how he probes
and probes, and...

he seems to release feelings and
imaginings that aren't his own at all.

Like this sick jealousy.

- It isn't like him.
- No.

But why on earth he should suspect you?

One reason.

What?

Because he knows what I feel.

- Bill?
- Yes?

- Bill, have you ever?
- No.

Never a word to him or from him,
but he knows, Brita.

The same instinct that makes him a
great actor makes him know, makes him...

feel, somehow...

my love for you...

in the surrounding air.

It's time you knew anyway.

- I don't know what to say.
- Well...

think of something, I'll...

I'll be back in a few weeks.

Forgive me.

I don't know what I'm doing.
All this tea, I guess. Good-Bye, Brita.

Oh, Bill...

Yes?

- Bill...
- I know what to expect.

I know how it is with you and him.

Oh, no, you don't.
We hardly know ourselves.

Whenever we meet, we row.

The other night, for instance,
I tried so hard to make friends.

It ended with a door slam.

Yet in the morning, I found him here.
He had come back somehow.

Not the first time.

He's always wandering off
in his lonely way.

He needs someone, but
I'm sure I'm not the one.

Sure.

Bill?

Thank you.

Thank you for standing by.

- Good-Bye, Brita.
- Good-Bye.

Draw two, John.

Good. Good. Good.

You speaking to me?

No, but thanks a million.

- Had a few, huh?
- Mind your business.

Everybody's always yapping
at everybody. What a world!

Nate?

Bill.

Listen, I, uh,
I need a girl for a job.

Very special.

Must be about 5'4",
blond, buxom,

Blue-Eyed.

You got that?

Fine.

All right, now, Oscar Bernard's-

Yeah. You know,
the wig place.

- It'll be ready Saturday.
- Well, what's the job?

Well...

I want to get one of these girls...

To look like this.

Oh, excuse me.

Excuse me.

All right, girls, sit down.

Uh, I could get it
any color you want.

Hmm, look at these
eyebrows, Oscar.

Yeah. Heavylike,

Makes her look hard and tough.

Now, I don't know.
It may be the photo.

Take this one...

Now, here she looks...

kinda soft and sweet,
ingenue type.

Oh, well, I understudied
in Claudia.

No. You're letting
the blond hair throw you.

You can tell better
by the mouth, see?

Sensuous, sexy.

- Did you see me in the rugged path?
- Hmm? No.

The sister-In-Law?

Oh, yes.

Would you come in now, dear?

Just have a seat out there, honey.
I want to try something, eh?

- Sandra Michaelson.
- Fine.

I- I do imitations.

I'll bet.

Now, if she had eyes
like the other one-

- Oh, I understudied in Claudia.
- Fine.

Let me play around here for a few
minutes and see what I can do.

All right.

You think you can
work something out?

Oh, sure.
This is nothing.

- Phone in the back?
- Help yourself.

Why?

It makes me bilious, that's why.

Because you drink it
with cream, that's why.

With milk.

That's why it makes you bilious.

Milk.

Hello, Tony.

Bill.

Can I borrow your scissors?

Fine.

Oh. Oh, Tony,
forget it.

Well, no, it's just that I...

well, I'm leaving
town tomorrow, and the...

there are a few loose ends I'd like
to straighten out with you.

Well, like the drama league
broadcast and that post piece.

Yes.

How about around 5:00?

Frank's bar all right?

Fine.

Five. See you then.

Fine.

Without anything,
it's too bitter,

Like medicine.

In the highest class places you'll
see them drinking it without anything.

Plain black.

So how do you know
it don't make them bilious?

I didn't say it didn't.

It's a question of habit.

Captain Bonner, please.

These are the earrings.

Fine.

Say, honey...

would you ask that new girl
back there to put these on?

Sure, and one of these days,
don't forget me.

I don't get up to this part of
town very often, it's lively.

It may be even livelier
in a few minutes.

What do you got against the guy?

Nothing.
Believe me, not a thing.

I just think he's dangerous.

I saw him once. Something
about coal mines.

Wasn't he in that?

The earth below. Yes.

Yeah, that was it. He was fine.

Here we go.

Hello, Tony.

What'll you have?

- Oh, nothing, thanks.
- Coffee?

Yeah, all right.

- Your order been taken?
- No, miss.

2 coffees.

Sugar. No cream.

- Great little juggling act you got there.
- All right. All right.

The noise around this joint.

Look, bill,

I'll talk to you
later at the theater..

Well?

You got something there but I'll
be doggoned if I know what it is.

That isn't enough?

We can't seem to link it.

It's a long way from here
to Mulberry street.

A nickel on the subway.

Let's go down.

Soon be over, Tony boy.
Soon be over.

Amen.

Tired?

You don't suppose they'd go
home now, do you?

- If we asked them nicely?
- No.

- They'd want their money back.
- They're welcome.

I just can't face it tonight.

- There's nothing left.
- Oh, Tony.

Tony.

Oh, you.

Tony?

Come on.

There you are.

Take a deep breath.

That's good.

All right.

I've reached the nightmare stage.

I had one the other night.

- It was about this very scene.
- Tony...

It was awful!

- Come on.
- Places, please.

Come on, now. That's it.

- Don't be surprised if I don't come on.
- You'll come on all right.

That's it.

Peekaboo.

Curtain going up.

Come on.

One for the money,
2 for the show...

3 to get ready...

4 to go.

I'm more interested in
what her friends look like,

If you know what I mean.

Well, uh, was just two I seen.

One was small,
but you know chunky.

- She said he was a fine dancer, but...
- How tall?

5 foot nothing. No more.

- Who else?
- Well...

Well, that old guy with the
little beard I told you about.

He must've been
a relative, I think.

No, that's not him either.

Wait a minute.

Make-Up.

Well, he might've
fixed himself up.

Yeah.

What'd he look like,
the beard guy?

Oh, skinny...

big eyes with glasses,

- Never no haircut.
- How old?

66, 67...

70.

This...

this-This
anything like it?

No, nothing like that.

What's the matter?

I don't know this guy, but I got a feeling
I seen him somewhere before.

- Around the eyes, something.
- What about this?

- I don't know.
- Think.

Wait a second.

Yeah, yeah, yeah. I seen him.
He came in once. Just once, late,

Made a date with Pat.
I found out the next day.

I remember because I got sore.

Yeah, I'm sure that's the guy.

We're getting close now, boy.

I'm afraid so.

Let's go.

Ok. I'll get
my hat and coat.

Demand me nothing.
What you know, you know.

From this time forward,
I never will speak word.

Most heathenish and most gross!

O thou pernicious caitiff!

How came you, cassio,
by that handkerchief...

that was my wife's?

I found it in my chamber,

And he himself confessed even now that
there he dropped it for a special purpose.

Which wrought to his desire.

Fool, fool, fool.

You must forsake this room
and go with us.

Your power and your command
Is taken off,

And cassio rules in Cyprus.

For this slave,

If there be any cunning cruelty
that can torment him much.

And hold him long,
it shall be his.

You shall close prisoner...

rest.

You shall close prisoner rest.

Shall...

until that the nature of your fault be
known to the venetian state..

Come.

Bring him away.

Soft you.

A word or two before you go.

I have done
the state some service...

and they know it.

No more of that.

I pray you...

in your letters...

that when you shall these
unlucky deeds relate...

speak of me as I am,

Nothing extenuate...

nor set down aught in malice.

Then must you speak
of one that loved...

then must you speak
of one that loved,

Not wisely, but too well.

Of one, not easily jealous,

But being wrought,

Perplexed in the extreme.

Tony.

Of one whose hand,
like the base judean

who threw a Pearl away
richer than all his tribe.

One whose...

subdued eyes...

subdued eyes...

albeit unused
to the melting mood.

Their medicinal gum,

Set you down this.

Where a malignant
and a turbaned turk.

Beat...

I took by the throat
the circumcised dog...

and smote him...

thus!

Oh...

bloody periods.

I kissed thee ere I killed thee.

No way this...

this life here.

This did I fear, but
thought he had no weapon.

The object poisons sight.
Let it be hid.

Tony.

Gratiano, keep the house and...

Tony.

What is it, Tony?

Brita.

Brita, we're on.

Come, Brita.

No.

What's up?

A little accident,
Steve. That's all.

Don't take him upstairs.
Bring him over here.

Rex, call Dr. Mervin,
will ya? Quick.

- Easy, easy.
- Tony, what is it?

Let me see.

Tony, you'll be all right.

It's all right, we sent
for the doctor.

For the love of...
Why?

Why?

Max, this is captain bonner.
He'll tell you.

The, the call.
I'm late for the call.

Take it easy, boy.

Rest.

Tony.

I'm...

I'm...

all right.

Never better.

So are you...

now...

and bill.

We're all...

all right.

- Your call, miss Kaurin.
- No.

Go on, Brita.
I'll be here. Go on.

Funny the things you think
about, you know?

Bill...

you know, way back?

Yes.

This, an actor once...

Old time actor, name of Kirby,

Way, way back...

- famous for death scenes...
- Don't talk, Tony.

Wait. Th-This Kirby,

He finished, and from the
gallery they'd shout,

"Die again, Kirby. Die again."

And he, he got up and bow and...

die again.

Ever hear of him, Kirby?

No.

Oh, well, tonight...

the things that go through
one's head...

Suddenly I thought,

I hope no one shouts,
"die again,".

Because...

I couldn't have.

Rest, Tony, rest.

The things that go through
one's head.

He's on his way, Dr. Mervin.

No, no.

Doesn't feel bad now.

Peaceful, really.

It's in my mind I feel bad.

Pat.

That unfortunate pat.

I'll apologize to her up there.

Or down there.

Yeah, down there, you bet.

- Bill?
- Yes, Tony?

Look out for the papers.

Don't let them say I...

was a bad actor, huh?

Brita...

Yes, Tony.

Brita...

Brita, you...