All language subtitles for Another.Mans.Poison.1951.1080p.BluRay.H264.AAC-RARBG

Telephone, Larry!

Yes, darling.

Hello?

Are you alone?

If you're not alone,
don't mention my name.

It's very important.

Who do they
want to speak to?

I don't know.

To whom do you want
to speak to, please?

You're obviously
not alone.

Is it my secretary
with you?

Is she old enough to be
sitting up to supper?

Oh, don't ring off, Larry,
please don't ring off.

You can pretend
I'm some man you know.

Call me,
call me Mr. Johnson.

I know you'll find it
quite an effort,

but we won't
go into that now.

Oh, Mr. Johnson,
well, it's uh,

it's not very convenient just
now, Mr. Johnson.

Who's he?

Oh, he's, um, he's trying to
sell me insurance.

Oh.

That's very quick
of you, Larry.

Make it life insurance,
do you mind?

I'll tell you why that's so
funny when I see you.

Or maybe it isn't.

Maybe it's just a joke in
incredibly bad taste.

Now, look,
I thought we had this clear.

I'm not interested in any of
your propositions

and you promised there'd be no
more phone calls.

Larry, I must see you.

Would you come over
to the house right away

without telling anybody where
you're going?

I'm sorry, but it's quite
impossible.

Oh, I know you think
it's one of those calls

where I'm making excuses,

but I swear to you this
is not one of those times.

Will you come?

Well, I'll think about it.

Hello, doctor,
how are you?

Intrigued, Miss Frobisher,
intrigued.

Oh, really?
Why?

Well, I come to the station
to pick up my serums,

and what do I find?

My neighbor, who has a telephone
in every room

and has walked miles to a phone
box in a deserted station.

You've been reading too many
thrillers, doctor.

Actually, my line
is out of order.

You converted me to thrillers,
Miss Frobisher.

In any author's detective
stories I spot the murderer

not later than chapter two.

Yours invariably baffle me

until the middle of
chapter four.

You have an unfair
advantage.

You know the way
my brain works.

The dark recesses of
the female mind...

I can hardly claim to have
penetrated that far.

But I'm a keen student
of human nature.

I like people.

Oh, I should be honored
to drive you home.

I should be
honored to accept.

Was it a satisfactory call,
Miss Frobisher?

Oh, completely,
Dr. Henderson.

Good, good.

So few things turn out the way
we expect them to these days.

I get so many wrong numbers
on that phone myself.

To save your asking,
it was a business call.

My dear, you don't suppose I was
going to pry into you affairs?

We'd have come round to it,
sooner or later.

The dark recesses
of the female mind.

I wish you'd let me drive you
right up to the house.

I don't trust you turning with
that steering column.

Besides, a short walk
will do me good.

I'll sleep
much sounder.

I think one sleeps sound
on one's own, don't you?

If not sounder,
at least more often.

Good night,
Dr. Henderson.

Good night,
Miss Frobisher.

All right, Fury,
all right.

Did you think
I'd forgotten you?

Don't I always say
good night?

And this is a special good night
because it's a special night.

I always have
a snack for you, don't I?

How are you, beautiful?

Better.

What would I do if I couldn't
talk to you every night?

Do you think Larry will come,
Fury?

If you were only human
you could answer.

Maybe I'm not
human either.

Good night, Fury,
on this special night.

You must be
Mrs. Preston.

Who are you?

You are Mrs. Preston,
aren't you?

How'd you
get in here?

Through the window.

What do you want?

Your husband.

Would you tell him George
is here, Mrs. Preston?

My name is
Janet Frobisher.

Oh, I know.

I've seen it on
all those thrillers.

I've even read some,
you're good.

But you're also Mrs. Preston,
and that's not so good.

I don't know who you are
or why you're here.

But if you don't get out at once
I'll call the police!

I wouldn't do that.

I said not to do that.

The line is
out of order anyway.

Get your husband.

I've already
told you--

Get him, tell him
George wants him.

George who?

Just George.

Well, he's not here,
obviously-- nobody's here.

I know.

But I think if
my husband were here,

I'd have called
for him before now.

All right.

We'll wait
for him together.

You may have
a long wait.

I... haven't seen
him for months.

They're mine.

Nice,
comfortable fit.

Size 11.

My, what big feet
we have, grandmother.

What do you want
with my husband?

Look at
the front page.

My name is Bates.

Bates.

George Bates.

The Metropolitan
Bank of America.

Correct.

You did this?

We did it.

Credit where credit
is due, Mrs. Preston.

We did it, your husband
and I, together.

But it says here
there was a policeman shot.

He shot him.

"The wounded man was able to
identify one of the men

as George Bates,
an employee of the bank."

But it was your husband's gun
that shot him, Mrs. Preston.

It was your husband
who pulled the trigger.

But they're
looking for you.

And I am looking
for your husband.

Now when do you
expect him back?

I hope he
never comes back.

He arrived here early
today from London.

Mr. Bates, I don't know what my
husband has told you,

but actually these are
the facts.

We've been separated
for nearly three years,

the people round here
think he's in Malaya.

I've told them
he's a planter,

that I haven't seen him
for nearly a year.

Is that hat yours too?

How long have you known
my husband?

Since I was transferred
from the American branch.

We met and talked.

He can talk,
you know.

I trusted him.

I had a little money,
he knew a lot about shares.

And you found out
otherwise.

Yeah...

Then we used bank money.

That went too.

So we decided
we'd be smart.

Is robbing a bank smart?

Oh, we bungled it badly.

When the policeman showed up
your husband lost his nerve.

He shot him and ran.

We'd arrange
to meet here.

And here I am.

Mr. Bates, if I told you
you didn't stand a chance

of seeing my husband,
tonight or ever,

would you go away,
leave England?

No.

His papers are here, his
passport, everything.

His clothes would fit you,
you're about the same height.

You may have them, I'd help you
go abroad, give you money.

Will you go?

Your husband and I
are going together.

He's already fixed passages
on a cargo boat.

For one.
For two!

For one!
I have the ticket.

I'll give you
a thousand pounds.

No.

Why not?

The policeman.

If I clear out and he dies,
Preston will say I shot him.

Well, he may
say that anyway.

You have absolutely
no proof.

Oh, but I have.

I've got the gun,
with his prints on it.

He got me into this
and he gets me out.

Now let's not waste
any more time.

He came here this morning and
you took him in-- where is he?

He's in there.

The door is locked.

I know, I tried it.

Preston!

Preston!

He won't answer,
Mr. Bates.

I'll make him.

You can't,
nobody can.

You see, he's dead.

I killed him.

You what?

I killed him
this morning.

Why did you do it?

Because I hated him.

You must have been
out of your mind.

I scarcely think you're in a
position to pass judgment.

All right,
let's have it.

Who is he really?

My husband...

at least he was.

Oh, you could
have left him.

I did leave him three years ago,
I've already told you that.

But what happened then?

He blackmailed me.

About what?

Well, what are people usually
blackmailed about?

It wasn't very helpful
to my career.

Will murder make
your sales jump?

You could've
divorced him.

Oh, he's clever.
He saw to that too.

He paid me visits.

What happened this morning?

I realize now he came here
direct from the bank.

He said he was in trouble
and wanted money.

He promised me a divorce
if I'd help him.

A thousand pounds
and three days' shelter.

And you agreed?

When I gave him the money,
he laughed in my face and said,

"Now try and get
your divorce."

He sat there on the couch and
asked me to bring him a drink.

I refused.

He became violent
and started hitting me.

I decided that was
the last time he'd ever hit me.

I brought him his drink
and I put something in it.

It was all over
very quickly.

So he hit you,
did he?

Yes, Mr. Bates.

What made you think
you could get away with it?

It wasn't important
at the time.

Well, it's
important now.

I was going to wait
until night.

Yes?

There's a shortcut to the
village behind the stables.

The Tarn road.
Tarn?

It's a natural lake
60 feet deep.

Where is it?

There'd have to be weights.

Stones from
the Tarn side.

It's a deserted road,
never used.

Who else lives in the house
besides you?

Chris Dale,
my secretary.

She's away until Monday.

Maids?

A daily.

She finished yesterday
for the weekend.

Who else comes here?

No one.

I have been working
on a new book.

The only person I've seen for
weeks is a Dr. Henderson.

Where does he fit in?

He's the local vet,
drove me home tonight.

He's been treating Fury.

Did he ever meet
your husband?

No, and has
not even Chris.

I told you, they think
he's in Malaya.

Where did you
get the poison?

A compound that Henderson
made for Fury.

Hello, boy.

What time did
Preston get here?

Early this morning.

Was he seen?

I should think not.

There was a heavy mist,
we were alone all day.

The station,
the ticket collector?

He was muffled up
in a scarf...

Taxi?

He walked.

Nobody saw me either.

I traveled on trucks
and coal trains.

Nobody saw me, Janet.

No, that's impossible.

Is it-- why?

I won't do it.

You'll do as I say.

Your husband's dead,
you killed him.

They can't hang you for it

as long as you can
produce him alive.

I'll make a good
husband, Janet.

Better than he ever did.

Someone's coming.

You get out.

Who is it?

It's me again.

I'm sorry to trouble you.

May I come in?

I hope I'm not disturbing you,
Miss Frobisher.

Although it is
a bit late.

I know, and I should have
asked you in the car,

but you know
how vague I am.

I'd like to collect
the compound.

The compound.

The medicine I made up
for Fury.

Now that he's better I think
it might be safer with me.

Oh, I used it up.

All of it?
Yes.

And the horse
is still standing?

It's a miracle-- I shall
have to put it on the market.

Why, is it dangerous?

Well, in large
quantities, yes.

I thought I warned you
about it at the time.

Did you.
Oh, I thought I did.

Well, there's
no need to worry,

I wouldn't let anything
happen to Fury.

Oh, I'm sure you
wouldn't, my dear.

Only as a favor to me,

would you mind not telling
the chemist about it?

You see, I get all my
raw materials from him

and he's very easygoing--

You don't mean to say he's back?
Who?

Well, how stupid of me
not to guess.

Now, as your next-door neighbor,
I think I might be allowed to be

the first to receive him
officially.

Receive whom?

Well, your husband.

Oh, come now,
won't you please introduce me?

Yes, of course she will.

My wife wasn't trying to be
inhospitable.

Allow me to introduce myself,
I'm George Preston.

How do you do,
my dear sir.

Good evening.

So you're really
Mrs. Preston.

You've been keeping
secrets from me.

Frobisher's
only a pen name.

George, dear,
this is Dr. Henderson.

If I'd, if I'd have known we
were having company,

I would've shaved.

Oh, nonsense. I'm practically
one of the family.

I only live on
the next-door farm.

How nice to have medical aid so
close at hand.

Oh, don't misunderstand me,
Mr...

Preston.

Preston, yes.

My patients
are only animals.

You see, the doctor's
a courtesy title,

one might almost say
a pen name.

Would you care
for a drink?

The doctor
doesn't drink.

Well, as it's such a very
special occasion,

perhaps a little
sherry wine.

I only touch alcohol
on my birthday.

Janet, dear?

And then I must get back
and finish my writing.

Oh, you're
a writer too?

Oh, nothing cosmic.

Just a paper for the Royal
Society in Animal Medicine.

Which reminds me, my dear,
don't you think I might borrow

your dictionary again
for the auto?

I should think so.

Good, good.

Oh, I'm not
the only one drinking.

Well, we're not exactly in a
party mood.

Oh, well, here's wishing
you both a long life.

Mmm, there's nothing quite
so warming as a--

Is anything wrong?

Oh, was I staring?

I'm so sorry,
it's a dreadful habit.

Well, to work, to work.

I'm very glad indeed
to have met you, sir.

Oh, my dear,
the dictionary.

Of course.

Well, the last time I think
you found one in the study.

Shall I get it
for you?

No, no, I'll get it.

You must be jolly glad to be
home again, Mr. Preston.

Oh, yes, yes.

Malaya, wasn't it?

Most of the time.

Was it a hot climate?

Stifling.

Oh, that's odd.

I thought it must be
quite temperate.

What gave you that idea?

Your lack of sunburn.

Well, I, uh, I spent
several weeks

in the hospital
up in the hills.

Oh, I'm so sorry.

Everything back
to normal, I hope?

Fine, fine.

Ah!

The New Oxford
Dictionary, will that do?

Oh, our old friend, yes,
admirable.

And now I'm afraid I really must
tear myself away.

Duty calls.

Thank you for your
hospitality, both of you.

It really has been a most
delightful surprise meeting you.

And welcome back once more
to your own fireside.

Thank you, doctor.

Good bye.

Au revoir.

What were all
those questions?

I could kill you.

You would've had
quite a night's work

ditching two of us
into the Tarn.

I told you to get out.

It's lucky I didn't.

You seem to be getting into
quite a tangle.

You needn't have
taken his clothes.

I could hardly
have used my own.

It's wonderful what new clothes
do for you mentally.

It's too bad
this doesn't fit too.

Your husband
had good taste...

in everything.

We're not going
through with this.

You don't have
any choice.

I'm your husband.

Here, drink this.

You're gonna need it.

Shall we go?

Thank you.
How much is that?

18 and 6.

It sounds a lot, I know, but I
got some 30 miles.

That's all right.

It looks like
Janet's asleep.

She can't be asleep.

Who is it?

My secretary and her,
her fiancé.

You said Monday.

She must've gone to bed.

Janet!

Janet?

Who's there?

Larry, it's Janet.

Well, open up, then.

I'm afraid I can't.

The door seems
to be jammed.

Janet, are you
all right?

Of course
I'm all right.

I didn't expect you back
'til Monday, Chris.

You remember Larry.

Quite.

Did my faithful little secretary
think I might suddenly

have a juicy murder
to dictate?

Oh, Janet.

I do hope we didn't
disturb you.

No, I'm only so glad
I was still up.

It is a bit late.

After all, I'm a bohemian.

It's fine when people drop in.

Adds to the
spice of life.

I've told Larry
it might be too late.

Oh, so it was his idea.

I'm afraid it was.

In the middle of dinner
I turned to Chris and said,

"Do you suppose
your employer would mind

if we descended upon her
over the weekend?"

Chris was doubtful
but I insisted.

I see.

I felt a craving
for the mountain air.

The call of
the countryside.

Chris will show you to your
room.

The guest room?

No, the one at
the end of the hall.

My, my husband is in
the guest room.

Husband?

Your husband?

Yes, the night air teems with
unexpected guests.

Sounds like
Shakespeare but isn't.

But I thought that you
and he were--

So did I, but it seems that he
believes "whom God hath joined".

It's very tiresome.

Well, I feel
a little weary.

I think I'll go to bed.

Shall I show you
to your room?

Oh, Chris, the phone is
out of order.

Would you have it tended to
in the morning?

Yes, certainly, Janet.

Good night.
Good night.

Good night.

Good night.

What about the hat?

In the Tarn,
with him.

We should've
burned it.

We should've
a lot of things.

What about them?

Gone to bed.

Good. I need a drink.

Janet, as husband and wife--

As husband and wife

there is a communicating door
between our rooms.

It is locked.

They say a chair
under the handle

is even better
than a lock.

A man who knows his place is
better than either of them.

Shall we go?

Janet... Janet!

Oh, good morning.

Good morning.

Where's Mrs. Preston?

She's out riding.

Riding? Well,
what time is it?

10:00.

She said you had a very
exhausting day

and I was
to let you sleep.

You're the secretary?

Yes, Chris Dale.

And may I say, welcome home,
Mr. Preston.

Thank you.

When is she coming back?

Well, that's
difficult to say.

They've been gone
about an hour.

"They"?

My fiancé's with her.

Oh... tell her I want to see her
as soon as she comes back.

Oh, this is Mr. Bigley.

I asked him to call back but he
particularly wanted to wait.

I can come back
if it's inconvenient,

but I've cycled up here
from the village

and I've got a touch of
arthritis and...

What was it you
wanted, Mr. Bigley?

Well...

I'm president of the Tarnmoor
Rotarian's club

and we've our
annual dinner coming up.

Very interesting.

Well, every year we have
this dinner because

it's annual, you see.

Obviously.

Beg your pardon?

Now, what is it you want,
Mr. Bigley, a subscription?

The Tarnmoor Rotarian's club
is not in need of cash.

Well, then it's unique.

What does it need?

We were hoping you'd come
and address us.

Address you--
on what?

On your
experiences abroad.

Oh, I'm afraid that's
not my line,

but please thank
the club for asking me.

Last year young Alfie Dickie
was demobbed from the navy.

He gave us a most interesting
address on Scapa Flow.

Well, maybe he can give you
another one this year.

Oh, I don't think so.

Well, I'm a little out of
practice for these things.

15 minutes on Malaya?

Mr. Preston only arrived
back yesterday.

Oh, I know.

Dr. Henderson rang me.

That's why we wanted
to get in first.

Well, suppose we leave it open
for a couple of days?

Then Mr. Preston
can think it over.

Yes, yes,
I'll think it over.

Thank you, Mr. Preston.

You're most generous.

Good day, miss.

Good day, sir.

Oh, I can assure you, as
president of the club,

you'll get a most
hearty welcome.

I'll feature him.

It just wouldn't do to have
Scapa Flow two years running.

You're going to get
several of those.

Would you like me to--
Yes, please.

News travels fast
around here.

I'm afraid Dr. Henderson is
the local broadcasting company.

I'm sorry if I was
abrupt just now.

Oh, that's all right.

Things must seem rather strange
to you after so much time.

Yes, yes, things are
rather strange.

At any rate, if you need any
help, I hope you'll ask me.

Thank you.
We'll get along fine.

We have no daily
'til tomorrow.

Would you like me
to make you some coffee?

That would be
very nice of you.

Oh, I found these
in the study.

Would you like them to be
sent to the cleaners?

Those are just
my gardening clothes,

they're hardly
worth cleaning.

Oh, and I'd like my coffee
black, please.

Right, Mr. Preston.

A few more rides like that

and I ought to be able to
control a horse.

A few more topics
like this

and we ought to
run out of small talk.

Have you a cigarette?

Thank you.

Janet, I love Chris very much
and I don't intend to hurt her.

Was that why you brought her
with you last night?

Yes.
I thought so.

Janet, why did you send
for me last night when you

knew your husband
was in the house?

Because I'm a wicked,
shallow woman.

You're about as shallow
as that water,

and that water's
pretty deep.

Why did you really
send for me?

I don't want
to talk about it.

What are your
husband's plans?

He leaves tomorrow.

Just like that?

"He leaves tomorrow."

As though you were losing
a maid.

Actually I'd be more upset
over losing a maid.

Unfortunate we can't lose
Chris tomorrow.

Chris has nothing to do
with you and me.

Oh, I should be shocked
to find out that my nice,

little secretary had anything
to do with you and me.

Especially me.

Come on, Fury.

Let's race him
to the house.

What chance have I got?

The two of you are
practically unbeatable.

Almost unbeatable.

I have no comment.

Do you want to
know something?

What?
I don't think you even tried.

You must give me
another chance tomorrow.

Well, and about time.

Lunch has been ready
for half an hour.

You shouldn't have waited for
us.

Oh, Mr. Preston wanted to see
you as soon as you got back.

Oh, where is he?

He's up in his room,
he's been there all morning.

Larry, would you mind
seeing to the horses?

Of course.

No quick lunch.

And how is the
famous Mr. Preston?

Very strange.

Doesn't sound like the gayest
companion for the weekend.

No, he doesn't.

What have you been
doing all morning?

Staying at home,
typing

while my fiancé goes out riding
with a most attractive boss.

What have you been doing?

Minding my own business.

You've got no right
to go out and leave me

with strange
people around.

Mr. Bates, last night I made you
an offer of a thousand pounds

and a passport
and you refused.

Instead you decided
to start a masquerade.

Tomorrow the masquerade finishes
and what you do or feel today

doesn't concern me
in the slightest.

Mrs. Preston.

From now on I'm giving
the orders in this house.

You will
leave tomorrow.

I'm staying
indefinitely.

Otherwise I'm telling
the whole story.

It's your word
against mine.

I'll risk that.

Last night you put a man
in the Tarn, Mr. Bates.

The husband is dead,
long live the husband.

You put a man in the Tarn
and he wasn't dead.

Not dead, Mr. Bates,
only drugged.

It was dark and we
had to hurry, remember?

Chris and Larry
arrived unexpectedly

and you had to
do it alone?

You put a man loaded with
weights into 60 foot of water

and he wasn't dead.

You can't make me--

Did you feel his pulse,
Mr. Bates, or his heart?

Did you turn on
the lights?

Your lying.
Perhaps.

You'll never know,
will you?

You'll never be
quite sure.

You're leaving tomorrow.

Oh, they're waiting lunch for
us, George-- are you coming?

Janet!

Janet!

It was
a wonderful morning.

Fury's never
been as fit.

George, you know Chris.

Larry, this is
my husband, George.

How do you do?
How do you do?

How's the work
going, Chris?

Oh, it's coming
along fine.

Larry tell you we raced to the
house and that he won?

No, he didn't.

I always thought
Janet was unbeatable.

And you found out otherwise.

You know, Fury has never
been least.

It was a glorious morning.

Get out of here.

I'm not going, Janet.

Get out of this room.

I'm not a criminal type,

and this thing is
too much for me alone.

You've been drinking.

To help me think sober, and
do you know what I thought?

You need me as much
as I need you.

We're in this thing
together, right to the end.

For better or for worse,
in love or in loathing,

we're married, Janet.

Can't we discuss this
at a more reasonable hour?

There's nothing
more to discuss.

You can go back
to sleep now.

Oh, from now on I'll be
using this door.

It'll add a touch of
authenticity.

You fair startled me.

Good morning,
I'm Mr. Preston.

Mr. Preston?

Yes, I came back
Saturday.

And you're Mrs...?

Bunting, sir.

Mrs. Bunting.

I come in
Mondays to Fridays.

Oh, yes, I've heard all about
you, Mrs. Bunting.

I'd no idea that--

And neither did my wife.
My return was unexpected.

Yes, sir.

Madam must have been
very surprised.

Madam was.

Do you have
any papers?

Papers, sir?

Morning papers,
newspapers.

Oh, no, sir.

A lad usually
delivers them,

but they won't be here for
another two hours at least.

Two hours?

He has to cycle
from Tarnmoor.

Oh, yes, yes, I'd forgotten,
it's been a long time.

Well, uh, I'll probably
take one of the horses

and ride over for them.

Yes, sir.

Would you be wanting
some breakfast first?

No, thanks.

Oh, but I'm sure my wife would
be most grateful

for a cup of coffee.

Yes, sir.

And what can--

Well, if it isn't
Mr. Preston.

This is an honor.

Cup of tea?
No, thanks.

Whatever brings you into
Tarnmoor at this hour?

I came for the papers.

The papers?

Oh, there's only one and
the lad delivers them to ya.

He'll be leaving in
a couple of minutes.

I was rather anxious
to see it this morning.

There should be a review
of my wife's new book.

You don't say,
well, well.

The new book,
what's it called?

I better read the review first,
we may want to hush it up.

Oh, that's not likely,
they're all lovely stuff.

I've got the lot
here, you know.

Is this the only
local paper?

Just the one.

Did you think any more
about club, Mr. Preston?

Hmm? No, no, I'm really
not settled in yet.

Oh, no, of course
you're not.

I like the
London papers too.

Oh, I'm afraid I can't
give you those.

They have to be
ordered specially.

We don't get many
and Miss Frobisher--

I mean Mrs. Preston--
doesn't usually have them.

Oh, I see.

Are you the
only paper shop?

I'm afraid so.

I'll tell you what
I can do, though.

I'll ask Dr. Henderson
to save you his copies.

Dr. Henderson
gets the London papers?

Morning and evening.

Not for love nor money would he
miss those crossword puzzles.

I'd like to
order them tomorrow.

But of course, London
papers for Mr. Preston.

Oh, I'd rather you
didn't bother Dr. Henderson.

Just as you say--
and Mr. Preston?

Yes?

You won't forget to
consider it, will you?

Consider what?

The Tarnmoor Rotarians.

Oh, yes, yes.

Well, well, there goes
a fine, considerate gentleman.

Hello, Mr. Preston.

Good morning.

Do you have to pound
that thing every day?

No, not if you--

I thought my wife
was the writer.

She's finished the book,
the rest is up to me.

Am I disturbing you?

No, go ahead.

Anyone up?

Up? In the middle
of the moors by now.

Riding?
Of course.

Fury has to have
his exercise.

She certainly worships
that animal.

Well, he is rather
magnificent, don't you think?

She should have
married the horse.

The break
will do her good.

She's been working
very hard.

When's your great day?
With Larry?

We haven't decided
definitely.

Well, don't wait
too long.

Is that the
gypsy's warning?

Just a piece of advice,
for what it's worth.

Cigarette?

No. I'm one of those
awkward people

who get ash
in the typewriter.

Did she go out alone?

No, Larry went
with her.

I think she enjoys
his company.

I think so too.

Don't you trust your wife,
Mr. Preston?

Not particularly.

Oh, I-- I can
finish this later.

Oh, go ahead.

Where does she usually ride?

On the moors.

Which part of the moors?

Well, that's
difficult to say,

you see, they're
pretty big and--

Why are you looking
at me like that?

Because I'm in love
with you.

I told you that before.

You must keep this
sort of thing in mind.

I'm clinging to you, Larry,
you see, I'm the clinging type.

That I don't believe,
because I know you.

You're not clinging
to me or anyone else.

Janet, are you
in some danger?

Danger?

Are you frightened
of something?

Oh, how absurd, I've never
been frightened in my life.

Larry, for a man, you have
disgracefully long eyelashes.

Poor darling, your feelings
are all mixed up.

I want you
and I hate you,

both together.

Good morning.

Good morning.

I was just coming up
to see you.

What did you want
to see me about?

Well, all this time
I've been trying to think

why your face
was so familiar.

Well, this morning when I opened
the papers, I found the answer.

The papers?
The London papers.

You obviously haven't
seen them yet... there.

Recognize yourself?

George Bates,
the bank robber.

It's been enlarged from
a snapshot, you see?

You know, there is
a definite resemblance.

It's hard to see it
staring up at you.

Oh, don't be too
hard on yourself.

Actually, it's a purely
superficial likeness.

Your face is fuller,
it's more healthy.

I'm relieved to hear it.

Pity about the
policeman, though.

What about
the policeman?

Haven't you
followed the case?

The policeman who gave the
alarm, he's been shot.

He's not likely
to recover.

That means the rope for
somebody.

May I see that
paper again, please?

Certainly, old fellow,
keep it.

Actually, it's got the weakest
crossword of the lot.

Well, off we go on our
respective travels.

Oh, I hope I haven't upset
you with my little joke.

No, of course not.

Good, good. I knew you
had a sense of humor.

They're not back yet?

I'm afraid not.

Oh, Mr. Preston,

I've been thinking over
what you were telling me.

About what?

About waiting
to get married.

Oh, oh, that.

Can we talk about it
some other time?

Yes, of course.

It's just that I'm--

Now, wait a minute.

Oh, it's that fool,
Henderson.

Let him in.

Ah, the top of a very fine
morning to you, my dear.

Hello, doctor, come in.

Oh, thank you.

I must be getting
feeble-minded.

I forget to return you
the dictionary.

Met him on the moors, my dear,
just didn't give it to him.

Thank you.

I'll tell my wife
you returned it.

Now, if you'll
excuse me, doctor.

Mr. Preston,

if I hadn't had to come here
this morning I,

I doubt if I'd pluck up enough
courage to ask you

what I'm going to
ask you now.

Doctor, I don't
want to seem rude--

Oh, won't you humor an
inquisitive neighbor

by asking him to
sit down for a minute?

All right.

Oh, thank you.

In return, a,
a cigarette?

I don't smoke myself.

Not a very good brand,
I'm afraid,

I carry them
for my clients.

Thank you.

What did you
want to say?

Mr. Preston, can I
help you in any way?

I don't quite follow.

Well, for the last
couple of days

I've taken the liberty
of studying you.

Studying me?

Oh, purely for
purposes of research.

You see, I, I happen to be
a keen amateur psychologist.

I don't think I like being
put under a microscope.

Oh, I haven't
offended you.

No.
Good.

What have you discovered?

That you're running
away from something.

What do you mean?

Oh, not physically, of course,
I mean mentally.

You're an escapist.

What makes you
think so?

Well, your long
rides alone.

Your apparent preference
for your own company

to the exclusion
to everybody else,

including your
charming wife.

You're running away
from something

and I can't help
wondering what it is.

You study all your
friends this way?

I must say I find the escapist
character fascinating.

It's an interesting
diagnosis, doctor.

I must let you
read my diary.

Oh, I doubt if you keep
one, Mr. Preston.

You don't look like a man

who confides his secret
thoughts even to paper.

Well, doctor, to what
do we owe this honor?

Good morning.

I, uh, I called to return
the dictionary.

My dear, you
look radiant.

Fresh air, it's wonderful in the
moors in the early morning.

So green and washed
and bright.

You should've come with us,
George.

I tried to.

Well, I really
must be going.

I see you're still driving
that deathtrap.

Yes, but now even I have to
admit she's on her last legs.

Au revoir.

Don't I get a
"good morning, darling"?

Who does he think he is,
always snooping around here?

Can't we ever be alone
in this house?

George.

I'll be in the study.

I didn't mean you-- it's
Henderson, he gets on my nerves.

I want to see you.

That is if Larry
will excuse you.

Marital bliss, not a very good
example, is it?

It's Henderson.
He makes him angry.

Yes, I know,
I heard him.

And while we're on the subject
of making people angry,

why did you sneak in
the front door

instead of coming
in here, the quick way?

Oh, orders.

Mustn't stop you working.

I'm going to ask
you a question.

What is it?

I don't want to ask you because
I know you're going to answer me

truthfully and I dread
to hear the answer.

Then ask me
just the same.

Larry, you first met
Janet a year ago

when I took you to her birthday
party, do you remember?

Yes, but what's
the question?

Between then and coming here
the night before last,

have you been seeing
her without--

Very well, there you are.

They're only your
fingerprints now, George.

The party's over.

They know whom
they're looking for.

Your photograph's
in all the papers.

You've got away with Henderson
but there'll be others.

It's time you were
moving on, George.

And if I refuse?

Oh, you wouldn't
be so stupid.

You may still have
the passport and the money.

It's obvious we don't
get along as man and wife

and if you leave now there'll
be no questions asked.

Janet, are you all right?

There's your boy scout.

Quite all right,
thank you.

I've just knocked
a lamp over.

Now, why don't
we be sensible?

I've more chance here
than on the run

and you've more chance
while I'm here.

I have nothing
to run from.

You're up to your sweet little
neck in accessory to murder.

For the love
of heaven, Janet,

can't you see it's madness
to play against each other?

Henderson may guess the
truth but he can't prove it,

nobody can, as long
as we stay together.

Very well, George,
play it your own way.

And now if you
have no objection,

I'll join
the boy scout.

Good evening.

The study windows
were locked.

I know.
I locked them.

You're back
early for once.

The rain's pretty heavy.

Too bad.

Where is
my dear wife?

Don't tell me you've tired
of each other already.

She's taking
care of Fury.

We have a rival,
Larry.

She loves that beast.

I take it you don't.

"People who love
animals too much

"seldom love their
fellow men enough.

"I do not like
the human race,

"I do not like
its silly face.

"But give me a puppy
for a friend,

and I'll be faithful
to the end."

Have a drink.

Not for the moment.

Go ahead,
it'll do you good.

Help you
to see straight.

No, thanks.

Got it all mapped out,
haven't you?

The engineer knows all
the answers, except one.

Women-- that's your
problem, isn't it?

Mine too.

Look, don't you think
we ought to discuss this--

Don't worry about Chris,
she can't hear.

She's upstairs
in her room.

I know because
I heard her crying.

If you had any sense
in that surveyor's head

you'd go upstairs
to that girl of yours,

tell her you're in love
with her and marry her, quick.

I appreciate your concern--
She's a nice kid.

I don't like to
see her get hurt.

I wouldn't say you were
a great authority

on marriage, Mr. Preston,
mine or anyone else's.

Stay away from Janet.
If you don't mind--

Keep away from her, Larry, I'm
telling you for your own good.

You're a marked man,
she's marked you.

She's got you here,

she's kept Chris busy to leave
you with time on your hands.

You're a marked
man, Larry.

Who locked the study windows?

I did.

I like to know
when people come in.

I'm sorry I raised
my voice, Larry.

With Janet everything has to be
smooth and soft and green,

like poison ivy.

You've obviously
been drinking again.

I have been telling our young
friend about women.

Larry, I'm sorry.

Hark at that
soft tone, Larry.

Soft and caressing
as quicksand.

Soon as we get anywhere near the
truth they turn soft on us.

That's their trick.

Watch out for it, Larry,
it'll pull you down.

Then all you've got left
to fight 'em with is force.

Force!

Put that down.

You're behaving
like a child.

No, don't leave,
Larry.

Janet needs
your company.

I don't think she
needs the two of us.

That's true.

In which case I shall
behave like a gentleman.

I shall go.

I don't know
quite where.

Maybe down to the village
to amuse myself.

Maybe over the moor.

Yes... yes, that's an idea
that might amuse me very much.

I think I'll take
your horse for a gallop.

Don't you go
near Fury.

He's mine.

Don't touch him.

I'll stop him.

No, Larry, let him go.

He'll be trampled
if he tries to mount.

But I've got to,
for his own sake.

It's his own fault.

I'm going to change my jacket.

The typing's
in the study.

It's finished
and checked.

I've put it in an envelope,
it's addressed to the agent.

Thank you, Chris.

Janet, I've got eyes and ears
and senses.

Oh, you've got more
than that, Chris.

But it's obvious you don't know
what to do with it.

You can have any man
you want, can't you, Janet?

Just by snapping
your fingers.

You flatter me.

I've watched you do it,
four or five times.

I'm only interested
in one man, Janet.

Won't you let me
keep him?

You're learning to use words
quite prettily, Chris.

I think this job has
done you a lot of good.

Don't take him
away from me, Janet.

Doesn't that rather
depend on Larry?

Does he really mean
anything to you?

Do you--
do you love Larry?

I want him.

I wanted him from the first
moment I ever saw him.

And you asked a pretty question,
I've given you the ugly answer.

Thank you.

No suicides or anything
melodramatic.

I'm going home.

I decided that
this afternoon.

Well, that's the usual procedure
when this sort of thing happens.

There's a London train
in about half an hour.

I'll send for
my things later.

Very wise
of you, Chris.

Yes, I thought
you'd think that.

You're not a very good
loser, my dear.

No, I'm not.

You see, I'm in love.

And when you're really in love,
you can't be a good loser.

How about a cup
of tea, Larry?

No, thanks.

A drink?

Everything's
working out divinely.

Chris is leaving.

Leaving?

Where is she?

In the study.

Good-bye, Larry.

What on earth
do you mean?

I'm leaving.

I'd be very happy
if you'd come with me.

But Chris,
this is ridiculous.

I'll marry you
whenever you wish,

if you still want me.

You're making things very
difficult, Chris.

Things are difficult.

I believe this is the usual
procedure too.

But she can't decide this
in a moment, Janet.

Let her go, Larry,
let her go.

I'm going after her.

But Larry...

Larry, you can't leave me
alone in this house.

I have no one else
I can count on.

You don't know
what I've been through.

I-- I thought the years
might have changed George,

but he's, he's worse,
he's evil.

You can't imagine
what he's like.

Janet.

Oh, it's you, Larry.

It's always been you.

I'm sorry,
I had to do it.

Had to...

do what?

Fury-- he stumbled in a
rabbit hole and I fell off.

I expected him to get up
but he didn't.

He was in pain.

There was blood in his mouth,
so I shot him.

You shot... Fury!

I had to do it.

Oh!
There's nothing you can do.

Larry, Larry,
get Henderson, quickly!

Henderson's coming,
I've already sent for him.

You've killed Fury!

That horse meant more to me
than anyone on earth.

Every night
I used to talk to him.

Every night!

In a way I could never
talk to any human being.

There isn't a man,
woman or child

I wouldn't see dead
at my feet now,

if I could bring him
back to life,

and you've killed him!

I shot him because
it was necessary.

Oh, no!

Drink this.

Good evening, my dear.

Doctor...

I know.

I've just come
from there.

It was all over
very quickly.

Leave all the final arrangements
to me, my dear, will you?

That's very
kind of you.

No, not at all,
it's part of my job,

it's the least
attractive part.

Do you mind
if I use your phone?

Of course not.

It's fortunate
that you were armed.

A habit I acquired
abroad, doctor.

If you'll excuse me, I'll get
out of these wet clothes.

Of course,
of course.

He's a very
unusual man, Mrs. Preston.

He seems to be
pretty highly strung,

which may, of course,
account for it.

Account for what?

Forgive my-- Jarvis?

This is Henderson, yes.

I'm afraid there's
been a casualty.

Yes, a dark fell.

Mm-hmm. A chestnut
stallion... yes.

Would you take care of it first
thing in the morning for me?

All right,
thank you.

Accounts for what?

Forgive my asking,

but what did your husband tell
you about tonight's accident?

That Fury had caught his foot
in a rabbit hole and...

he had to shoot him.

There was no
rabbit hole.

There was no hole
of any sort.

I've been
over the ground.

Then why did he fall?

Are you sure
that he did?

When I examined
Fury just now,

his only injury was
a bullet through his brain.

No.

No.

Do you mind if I leave my jeep
outside for the night?

The steering is positively
perilous in this weather

and I'm afraid the brakes are
now completely out of action.

Whew, the heavens have really
opened up tonight.

What a downpour.

However,
the crops will benefit.

"Out of evil cometh good,"

that is, occasionally.

Good night,
my dear.

George...

George, I want
to talk to you.

There's going to take a lot
of courage to say this.

You've been right all along and
I've been a stupid fool.

It's going to be the way
you want it,

just the two of us,
nobody else... nobody.

That's the way you want it,
isn't it, George?

You really expect me
to believe that?

I'll make you believe it.
How?

Chris has left Larry.

In 15 minutes she'll be
on the London train.

I want you to
bring her back, George.

I want you to make her come back
and tell her Larry wants her.

This is her
engagement ring.

I want you
to give it to her.

Henderson's jeep is outside,
you can take that.

Give it to her.

Tell her Larry said,
"Wear it for me."

Hurry.

Larry, where did you go?

To stop Chris.

And did you
stop her?

No, the train
had gone.

What for, Larry?

What for, Larry?

Janet, don't let's fool
ourselves any longer.

You and I have been an
infatuation, nothing more.

I'm going to
marry Chris.

Janet,
don't do that.

But this is a very funny thing
that's happening to me,

and when I'm amused,
I laugh.

I'm in love you,
deeply in love with you.

Janet--
Don't interrupt me.

A nice woman wouldn't say
things like that, would she?

Chris wouldn't
say that, would she?

Well, I'm not
a nice woman,

and because I've been
in love with you

I've gone to quite a little
trouble in the past few days.

If I told you
exactly how much,

your blue eyes would pop
out of your beautiful head.

And after all this,
what does it come to?

You're going to
marry Chris!

Janet, pull yourself
together!

Thank you, Larry.

Now get out.

Janet, if I can
help you in any way...

How dare you
offer to help me.

I don't want your help--
yours or anybody else's.

Now get out of my house.

Get out!

Larry!

Good morning,
Mrs. Bunting.

And since when have you been
coming round back door?

Since now. I just thought
I'd pop in for a chat.

Is Mrs. Preston in?

No, she's gone out
for a breath of air.

Good.

Now just what are you after,
Dr. Henderson?

My intentions towards you, my
dear, are strictly honorable.

How is Mrs. Preston
this morning?

Poor lass, she looked
right done in.

Yes, it's been
a terrible business.

How's Mr. Preston?

Well, he's in bed
and he's alive.

But if you ask me,
the whole thing's a miracle.

Would you like a cuppa?

Yes, I would like
a cuppa, thank you.

Mrs. Bunting, I don't
like to pry into affairs

that don't concern me, but
since Mr. Preston first arrived,

have you noticed any,
any violent disagreement

between him
and his wife,

say, a quarrel that's
driven them apart?

Now, how should
I know that?

Now, think hard,
Mrs. Bunting.

I never set eyes on him
'til Monday mornin',

and then I didn't
know who he were.

You'd never seen
Mr. Preston before?

Only in an old photograph and
that didn't look much like him.

What photograph?

There's an old wedding photo
on top of the bureau.

Do you think I could glance
at it, just out of curiosity?

That's more
than me job's worth.

Oh, come, Mrs. Bunting,
just a peek, hmm?

No, that'd be nosy parkering and
it doesn't become you, doctor.

"Nosy parkering," Mrs. Bunting,
you know me better than that.

She's right, doctor.

It doesn't become you.

My dear sir.

It's good to see you up
and about again so soon.

Thank you,
Mrs. Bunting.

It doesn't become you.

Well, you had a bit
of luck last night.

The ways of providence

are certain unpredictable,
aren't they?

Did my wife send
for you, doctor?

No, no, no, I called to
inquire after your health.

And my photograph?

Forgive me.

That's my insatiable
curiosity again.

As a matter of fact, I also
called to collect the remains

of the compound that I made up
for Fury some time ago.

Compound?

Horse medicine,
it's poisonous.

And now that the
animal is deceased,

presumably it'll
no longer be required.

I don't know
anything about it.

Are you sure?

A small bottle,
bluish?

Quite sure.
Ah.

I understand that last night you
were on your way to the station

to bring back
Miss Chris.

Yes, but I failed.

Now they're
both gone.

Leaving you
and your wife here

to enjoy your marital state
in peace, hmm?

Look, doctor,
I wrecked your jeep.

I'll pay for it
in money, not words.

My dear Mr. Preston,

the jeep is more than
adequately insured.

Each time you come here there's
some sort of cross-examination.

I didn't mean to imply--
Come to the point.

What are you after?

The truth,
if possible.

I am interested
in people and events,

and some of the aspects
of this house strike me

as being a little
unusual

For example?

May I tell you
a story?

It's brief, it has
point and clarity

and I think
hangs together.

Well?

It's about a man wanted by the
police who comes to a house,

a lonely house
on a Yorkshire moor,

and insinuates himself
into the good graces

of a talented
and beautiful woman...

his wife.

She, oddly enough,
has no affection for him

and seems even to
resent his advances.

Blinded by frustration
and jealousy,

he kills... an animal,
only an animal.

That may seem a supremely
unimportant felony

to you, Mr. Preston,
but to me,

it is murder of a peculiarly
vicious and unforgivable kind.

A remarkable flight
of fancy, doctor.

You've missed
your vocation.

Fancy?

Tell my wife, she'll make a
successful book.

I'll do that, as soon as I have
the last chapter.

Since we're asking questions
this morning,

do you mind
if I ask you one?

Certainly,
by all means.

Why did you leave
your jeep here last night?

Well, because it wasn't
safe to drive.

I-- I remember remarking on it
to your wife at the time.

Do you mean you actually told my
wife it wasn't safe to drive?

Yes, I did.

In such an extraordinary storm,
one of the worst we've had--

Doctor.

Good morning, my dear.

Good morning,
George.

I was just congratulating
your husband

on his miraculous
escape last night.

I know.

I was so distressed about Fury
that what you had told me

about the jeep went completely
out of my mind.

It was all my fault.

Oh, don't let's dwell
on it, my dear.

Last evening he rushed out

without even a hat or a coat
before I could stop him

Exactly.
But he came back.

Yes, he came back.

I'll tell you one thing
that'll never come back,

and that's my jeep.

It's beyond repair.

I'm sorry.

I took a look at it to see
if it could be salvaged.

Been down to the water?

Early this morning.

It was cold and raw, but I'm
glad I made the effort.

While I was down there,
I found this.

It's a hat.

A man's hat.

Don't you recognize it?

Should I?

It's your husband's.

I saw it that first night
he was here, I--

it was lying
over there.

I remember it
distinctly.

Oh, yes, of course it's his.

It must've fallen off
in the accident.

Oh, then he did go out
in a hat last night.

Oh, well, he must've done.

Oh, doctor, you will have to
forgive me.

I'm still so,
so utterly confused.

Of course, my dear.

It's been a great shock for you

and you mustn't distress
yourself.

Well, I must be off.

I'll take that,
if you don't mind.

It's a very interesting
discovery.

And who knows
what we may find

now that they're
dragging the Tarn.

Dragging the Ta--?

What for?

The insurance
company insists.

But that is
ridiculous!

Well, I'm afraid it's
inevitable,

you see, I found
something else down there.

I couldn't get to it, it was
lying on some submerged rocks.

I couldn't even
see it properly

except to recognize
that it was a body.

The body of a man.

How he got there and why,
it's impossible to say yet.

There'll be an inquest of course
and no doubt a post-mortem.

Oh, if there's anything
I can do, my dear,

you'll telephone me,
won't you?

Au revoir.

George! George!

George, I'm frightened.
Are you?

It's possible.
I never know about you.

They'll be up here soon,
asking us questions.

Not us, Janet-- you.

George...

George!

What are you going to do?

I'm leaving.

I ought to kill you
but I'm not going to.

You think I tried
to kill you.

You think that,
don't you?

I don't think it,
I know it.

You tried to kill me
just like you killed him.

When I put him in the Tarn
he wasn't alive,

he was dead, completely
dead, wasn't he?

He was dead,
wasn't he, Janet?

Wasn't he?

Yes... oh, George,
don't go.

Forgive me.

I lost my head,
it was Fury.

I was out of my mind
with grief.

Henderson lied to me, made me
believe you shot him on purpose.

Clever man, Henderson.

Oh, George, don't you see
what he's doing?

Trying to set us
against each other.

That means he's not sure.

We're safe, George, safe,
as long as we stay together.

You've always said so.

You were right, you've been
right all through!

If you hadn't tried
to get rid of me

this would never
had happened.

It's poetic justice,
isn't it?

George, take me with you.

We'll go away together.

They'll be here soon,
asking us questions.

I don't know
what to say!

Something will occur
to you, it always does.

No, George, no, George.

George,
stay with me.

Just for
five minutes.

Talk to me.

I know, we'll have a drink,
a farewell drink.

You can't refuse me that.

Yes, there is
a way out even now.

Clear-cut
and plausible.

What?
Suicide-- not yours, mine.

I killed your husband, forced
you to accept me in his place.

I threatened you,
frightened you into it.

When I saw them
dragging the Tarn

I knew it was all over
and I took my own life.

Yes, that would
let you out.

But first you'd
have to kill me.

Oh, George,
you're mad.

Now, let's think
how you'd set about it.

Same means as before.

Persuade me to take a drink
and put something in it.

I swear to you there's nothing
in this drink, I swear to you.

Yes, Janet, I'll have
a farewell drink with you...

out of a flask
I filled myself.

All right, if that's
the way you want it.

What's so funny?

Life.

I'm glad you can
laugh at it.

Here's to a long one.

Oh, by the way,

Henderson was right
about Fury, I really--

Strange to see this
happening again.

It takes less
than a minute, George,

and the joke is
you did it to yourself.

J-Janet... Janet.

Get-- Get Henderson,
he'll know--

Thank you for
the way out, George,

it hadn't
occurred to me.

You're right,
it's a good one.

I think it will work.

"'Til death do us part,"
just as you said.

Do you hear me?

No, you don't hear me.

Doctor, I was
just phoning you.

I... I came to the room
and I found him lying here.

It's suicide,
I think.

He's not my husband.

I know.

I've known all along.

I met your husband
the day he arrived.

The mist brought him
to my door first.

I directed him here.

I think I'm going--

Come, drink this,
there.

There.

Oh, thank you.

That's better?

I'm sorry.

I've never
done that bef--