All language subtitles for Marnie (1964) Sean Connery 1080p ENG-ITA (moviesbyrizzo)

Robbed!
Cleaned out!

Nine thousand nine hundred
and sixty-seven dollars.

Precisely as I told you
over the telephone.

And that girl did it.
Marion Holland!

That's the girl.
Marion Holland!

- Can you describe her,
Mr Strutt?
- Certainly I can.

Five feet five.
A hundred and ten pounds.

Size eight dress.

Blue eyes.
Black... wavy hair.

Even features.
Good teeth.

[ Chuckling ]
What's so damn funny?

There's been a
grand larceny committed
on these premises!

Yes, sir.
You were saying, ah,
black hair,

wavy, even features,
good teeth.

She was in your employ
four months?
Mmm.

What were her
references, sir?

Well...
as a matter of fact--

Yes, uh,
she had references,
I'm sure.

Oh, Mr Strutt,
don't you remember?

She didn't have
any references at all.

Well, she worked the
copying and adding machines.

No confidential duties.

[ Strutt ]
Mr Rutland.

I didn't know
you were in town!

Just had a robbery.
Almost $10,000.

So I gathered.
By a pretty girl
with no references.

You remember her.
I pointed her out to you
the last time you were here.

You said something about
how I was improving
the looks of the place.

Oh, that one!
The brunette with the legs.

Excuse me.
Mr Rutland's a client.

I don't think you've got
time to discuss business
today, Mr Strutt,

what with your crime wave
on your hands.

Oh, no, no. Always time
for Rutland business.
You know that.

How are things
in Philadelphia?

The little witch!
I'll have her put away
for 20 years!

I knew she was too good
to be true.

Always so eager to work
overtime, never made
a mistake.

Always pulling her skirt
down over her knees...

as though they were
a national treasure.

She seemed so nice,
so efficient.

So--
Resourceful?

[ P.A. Announcer ]
Wilmington, Baltimore,
Washington,

Richmond, Petersburg,
Rocky Mount,

Wilson, Fayetteville,
Florence,

Charleston, Savannah,
Jacksonville,

Miami, Tampa,
St Petersburg.

[ P.A. Continues Indistinct ]

Hello, Mrs Maitland.

Oh, so nice to have you back,
Miss Edgar.

We put you in your
same room.
Thank you, Mrs Maitland.

Can someone drive me over
to Garrod's right away?
Of course.

Anytime you're ready.
Soon as I change.

How do, Miss Edgar?
Good to have you back.
Hello, Mr Garrod.

Ah, there's my darling!

[ Garrod ]
That big old spoiled baby of
yours knew something was up.

Tried to bite me twice
already this morning.

Forio, if you want
to bite somebody, bite me.

Thanks.

[ Girls ]
Mother, Mother,
I am ill.

Send for the doctor
over the hill.

Call for the doctor.
Call for the nurse.

Call for the lady
with the alligator purse.

Mumps said the doctor.
Measles said the nurse.

Nothing said the lady
with the alligator purse.

How many years
will I live?
Thank you.

[ Girls ]
One, two, three,
four, five, six--

Oh, it's you.
Where's my mother?

She's makin' a pecan pie...
for me!

That figures.

[ Woman ]
Who is it, Jessie?

Hello, Mama.
Well, I just swan.
Marnie!

If you're not
the very limit.

I can't take in the way
you jump around all over
the place like you do.

[ Mama ]
Boston, Massachusetts.
Elizabeth, New Jersey.

I brought you
some chrysanthemums.

Those gladiolas are
brand fresh. Miss Cotton
brought 'em last night.

I never could stand
gladiolas.
I'll get rid of these.

For land's sake--
Marnie, now watch
the dripping.

Here, Jessica,
why don't you take these home
to your mother?

She don't get home
from work 'til 6:00.

I'm supposed to
stay here 'til 6:00.

Take them to the kitchen then.
Just get rid of them.

Take 'em to the kitchen
before they drip all over.

We could stand gladiolas!

I send you plenty of money.
You don't have to be
a baby-sitter.

Whoever said
I did have to?
It's my pleasure.

That smart
little ol' Jessie.

Marnie, if you could
just hear some of
the things that she says.

Oh, but I do.

Seems I get a report
in exhaustive detail...

on all the bright sayings
of ol' Jessie Cotton.

What's more,
every time I come home,
she's roosting here.

I see that...

you've lighted up your hair,
Marnie.

- A little. Why?
Don't you like it?
- No.

Too-blonde hair always looks
like a woman's tryin'
to attract the man.

Men and a good name
don't go together.

I brought you something,
Mama.

Now what have you thrown
good money away on?

Oh, Marnie.

You shouldn't spend
all your money on me
like you do.

But that's what
money's for: to spend.

Like the Bible says,
"Money answereth all things."

We don't talk smart
about the Bible...

in this house,
missy!

Well, I just swan!
How do I wear it?

Like this.
Real high up under the chin.

[ Marnie ]
Oh, it's smart,
it's very, very smart.

Goin' around buyin' fur pieces
like they was nothin'.

Mr Pemberton gave me
another raise.

I told Miss Cotton
my daughter
is private secretary...

to a millionaire.

He's as generous with her
as if she was his
very own daughter.

Miss Bernice,
don't you want to get
my hair brushed up...

before my mommy
gets home?
I sure do, honey.

You run up
and get the brush.

Oh, that kid
and her hair.

Puts me in mind of yours
when you was little.
The colour.

This side of the street
don't get the afternoon sun.

My hip and my leg
ache me somethin' awful.

[ Footsteps ]

I got the hairbrush!

Uh, Marnie,
mind my leg.

[ Mama ]
I never had time to take
care of Marnie's hair...

when she was
a little kid like you.

How come?
Oh, child!

Well, after I had
my bad accident,

first I was sick so long,
and then I had to work.

[ Jessie ]
Didn't you all have
a daddy either?

No, we didn't.
We surely did not!

There.

As pretty as brushin'
can make you.

Oh, sugarpop,
it's five after 6:00.
You better scat on home.

And you be sure to take
your mama those glads.

How 'bout my pie?
How 'bout my pecan pie?

I'll get it done tonight
and bring it over to you.

Now, Jessie, you mind
you go straight home.

Okay. Bye, Miss Bernice.
See you later, Miss Bernice.

[ Door Opens, Closes ]

Do you really like
the scarf, Mama?

It's real mink.

Oh, there. You look
just like an old man's
darling.

No man ever give me
anything so good.

We don't need men, Mama.

We can do very well
for ourselves.
You and me.

A decent woman
don't have need for any man.

Look at you, Marnie.

I told Miss Cotton,
look at my girl Marnie.

She's too smart to go
gettin' herself mixed up
with men... none of 'em!

Well, let's go on back
to the kitchen.

I've got to see
to that pie.

Uh, Marnie, I've been
thinking seriously...

about asking Miss Cotton
and Jessie to move
in here with me.

Miss Cotton is
a real nice woman.

She's decent,

a hard-working woman
with a little girl to raise.

Come on, Mama,
why don't you just say
what you mean?

What you want is for Jessie
to come live with you.

Marnie, you oughtn't let
yourself act jealous of
a little ol' kid like that.

She don't bother me none.

And we could always use
the extra money.

The Cottons are
mighty decent people.

Why don't you love me,
Mama?

I've always wondered
why you don't.

You never give me one part
of the love you give Jessie.

Mama--

Why do you always
move away from me?

Why? What's wrong
with me?

Nothing!
Nothing's wrong with you.

No. You don't
think that.

You've always thought there
was something wrong with me,
haven't you? Always!

I never.

My God! When I think
of the things I've done...

to try to make you
love me.

The things I've done!

Hmm. What are you
thinking now, Mama?

About the things
I've done?

What do you think they are?
Things that aren't decent?
Is that it?

Why, you think that
I'm Mr Pemberton's girl.

Is that why you don't
want me to touch you?

Is that how you think I get
the money to set you up?

I'm...
I'm sorry, Mama.

I don't know what got
into me talking like that.

I know you've never really
thought anything bad
about me.

No, I never.

Well, I'm sorry.
I really am.

I'll pick up the pecans.
No, uh, you go upstairs
and lay down.

You're all wore out.
I'll ask Jessie to come over
and pick up the nuts.

All right.

After all,

it is Jessie's pie,
isn't it?

[ Tapping ]

No, I don't want to, Mama.
No!

Marnie, wake up.
Marnie?

Don't make me move, Mama.
It's too cold.

Wake up, Marnie.
You're still dreaming.

Get washed up.
Supper's ready.
Oh.

I was having
that old dream again.

First the tapping
and then--

I said supper's ready.

It's always when
you come to the door.

That's when
the cold starts.

- Miss Clabon.
- Good morning.

Is Mr Ward in his office?
Yes. He's interviewing for
the new office assistant.

Rutland and Company is an
old established publishing--

Oh, Mr Rutland.
This is Miss Blakely,
Mr Rutland.

Well, you'll hear from us,
Miss Blakely, I'm sure.

Thank you for your time,
Mr Ward.
Good day, Mr Rutland.

Good day, Miss Blakely.

Well, I guess that does it.
She seems to have
the exact qualifications--

Come in for a moment,
please.

Sit down,
Mrs... Taylor.

Thank you.

[ Ward ]
I have here your
Pittsburgh references.

Reference, that is.
Kendall's, yes.

This the only reference
you have to show us?

Mr Ward, I have good training,
but I've had very little
actual experience.

Kendall's was
my first real job.

After I finished school,
I was married.
My husband was a C.P.A.

He helped me
keep up with my training.

I learned a great deal more
from him: accounting,
cost-price,

even something
about computers.
[ Ward ] I see.

When my husband died
very suddenly last November,

he left me a little money,
but I felt I needed work.

Good, hard, demanding work.

I got the job at Kendall's,
but it was--

Well, it wasn't a
very exacting position,

and there didn't seem
much immediate chance for
anything else at Kendall's.

I don't mean pay.
Salary isn't the most
important thing with me,

but more interesting work,
Mr Ward.

Something that
will keep me busy, occupied.

I don't care
how much work I'm given
or what hours I work.

[ Ward ]
Uh, Mrs Taylor,
why did you leave Pittsburgh?

After my husband died,
I just--

Mrs. Taylor, this is a post
of some confidence.

Oh, please, let me have a
chance to prove myself,
Mr Ward.

Uh... well,
very well, Mrs Taylor.

I suppose you might as well
report to work on Monday.

Miss Clabon in the
outer office will brief you.

I'll be out
in just a moment.

Why are we taking on someone
without the proper
references?

You're such a stickler--

Let's just say I'm
an interested spectator
in the passing parade.

I don't get it!

You're not supposed
to get it.

Hi, Miss Clabon.

Hello, Mr Sam. How's the
curmudgeon business?

Oh, Miss Mainwaring!

Is Mark in there?
I'm looking for a free lunch,
and somebody to cash a cheque.

I thought I'd stick Mark
for the lunch
and you for the cash.

Go right on in.

[ Ward ]
You have your social security
card, Mrs Taylor?

Yes, of course.
It's right here in my purse.
Who's the dish?

Miss Clabon will show
you around. She's been
with us for seven years.

I believe she's found
the work exacting enough.
Good day, Mrs Taylor.

Miss Clabon, will you
call personnel and have
them send the forms up?

Certainly,
Mr Ward.

[ Miss Clabon ]
Hello. This is
Mr Ward's office.

Would you please send up
a W-4 and the rest
of the employment forms?

Yes, before lunch.
I'll wait.

Thank you.

Maud,
what about Saturday?

I only thought
as you said your mother
wasn't coming with us,

I just wanted to make sure
about our reservations.

Well, why don't you
call me back.

All right.
Anytime.

Thanks, Mr Sam, I'll try not
to do anything sensible
with it.

Bye, Miss Clabon.
Bye.

That's Lil Mainwaring,
Mr Rutland's sister-in-law.

Her sister was
Mr Rutland's wife.

Was?
She died about a year
and a half ago.

Some kind
of heart thing.

Imagine. Only 29.

Well, anyway,
she kind of brought Lil up.

Lil lived with them
and old Mr Rutland
down at Wykwyn.

I get the feeling little
ol' Lil plans to stay on...
permanently.

Anyway, like I was saying,
old Mr Rutland,
that's Mark's father,

they say he's never even been
inside this place.

The company was headed
into the ground
when Mark took over.

They say the first week
he was here he retired...
ha, retired,

three board members,
the acting president,
the president's secretary...

and the secretary's
secretary!

Coffee time,
ladies.

Would you mind bringing
me a cup?
Just coffee? Donut, Danish?

Lady, have I got for you
a Danish!
No, just coffee.

Oh, I'm out
of red ink.
Oh, here, use mine.

I'll get it.
No, no, I will.

Thanks.

Mrs Taylor,
are you hurt?

[ Mark ]
Mrs Taylor!

I think she's hurt.
Find out!

Mary, are you
all right?

What?

Of course I'm all right.
I just spilled a little ink
on my blouse.

The way you rushed out of
the office-- Mr Rutland's
standing out there.

He said he thought
you were hurt.
Well, I'm not.

All that happened was I
spilled a little ink on
my blouse.

Good heavens!
What a lot of excitement
over nothing.

[ Phone Ringing ]

Why in the world
does he keep locking
and unlocking that drawer?

He never can remember
the safe combination.

It's locked in that drawer.
Mr Rutland and I have
keys, too, for emergencies.

It's only five numbers,
for Pete's sake.

Mrs Taylor?
I've just had a call from
Mr Rutland, Mrs Taylor.

He remembered your saying
you'd be willing
to work overtime.

He wondered
if you'd be prepared
to work on Saturday?

Saturday? Of course,
Mr Ward. What time?
Two-thirty.

I'll advise Mr Rutland
that you are available.

[ Thunderclaps ]

[ Knocking ]
[ Mark ]
Come in, Mrs Taylor.

Good afternoon,
Mr Rutland.

Are you interested in
pre-Columbian art,
Mrs Taylor?

Those were collected
by my wife. She's dead.

The only things of hers
I've kept.

And that's Sophie.
She's a jaguarundi.

South American.
I, uh... trained her.

Oh? What did you train her
to do?

To trust me.

Is that all?

That's a great deal...
for a jaguarundi.

Shall we get to work?

You can use the typewriter
over there.

I want an original
and one copy of this.

If you can't decipher
any of this, speak up.

I typed it myself and
I'm a very creative typist.

"Arboreal Predators
of the Brazilian Rain Forest."

Before I was drafted
into Rutland's, Mrs Taylor,

I had notions
of being a zoologist.

I still try to keep up
with my field.
Zoos?

Instinctual behaviour.

Oh. Does zoology include
people, Mr Rutland.

Well, in a way.
It includes all
the animal ancestors...

from whom man derived
his instincts.

Ladies' instincts too?

That paper deals with
the instincts of predators.

What you might call
the criminal class
of the animal world.

Lady animals figure
very largely as predators.

[ Thunderclaps ]

Put on the overhead light
if you like.

The switch
is by the door.

[ Thunderclaps ]

Why don't you sit down,
Mrs Taylor?

If the storm worries you
that much, I'll get you
something to drink.

Mrs Taylor?

The building is grounded,
Mrs Taylor.

You're quite safe here...

from the lightning.

The colours!
Stop the colours!

What colours?

It's over. All over.
You're all right.

Okay now? Would you like
something to drink?
Some brandy?

No, thank you.
I'm awfully sorry.
Oh, don't be silly.

What is it about colours
that bothers you?
Colours?

You seem to be terrified
of some colours.

No, no. What I'm terrified
of is thunder and lightning.

I wouldn't have pegged you
for a woman who'd
be terrified of anything.

Well, we've all
got to go sometime.

Look, this place
is wrecked and you're
in no state to work.

Suppose I drive you home.
You can do this job
some other time.

Thank you. I--
Go get your things.

It's cold and damp here.

I must get the
maintenance people in.

I'm really sorry
about the cabinet.
Why should you be?

You said it was all
you had left of your wife.

I said it was all
I had left that
had belonged to my wife.

Oh.

[ Car Radio ]
Native Winkler is second.
Hopeless is third.

Oh, no please.
I'd like to hear.

You like racing?
I like horses.
I go to the races when I can.

Was your husband
a track fan?
Yes.

And you
go alone now?
Yes.

Atlantic City track's open
'til the end of the month.

We could drive out there
next Saturday.

All right.

Are you fond
of horses?
No, not at all.

[ P.A. Announcer ]
Fast Return moving up
on the outside.

[ Announcer Continues ]

Well, that's
another one.

Oh, I like it here
like this.

You're the expert.
What do you like
in the next race?

Lemon Pudding.
He's finished third
his last three times out.

Got a good jockey
up today.
Lemon Pudding it is.

The morning line says
he's four to one.
I'll get on him.

[ Man ]
Pardon me.

But you're Peggy Nicholson,
aren't you?

Remember me?

I'm sorry.
What did you say?
I said,

aren't you
Peggy Nicholson?
No, I'm not.

Yeah? I was pretty sure
you were. When I first saw
you down here--

I'm sorry,
you've made a mistake.
I am not Miss Nichols.

Nicholson.
Nicholson.

Frank Abernathy introduced us
a couple of years ago
in Detroit.

Frank Abernathy.
You remember Frank!

No, I do not know anyone
named Frank Abernathy.

I have never known anyone
named Frank Abernathy.

Now, will you please go?

Aw, come on now, honey.
You're trying to pull my leg,
aren't you?

[ Mark ]
Now, why should any young lady
want to pull your leg?

Oh, sorry. I thought
I recognized this lady.

Did he
recognize you?
No.

You did not recognize her.
I said I thought
I recognized her.

I said I'm sorry.
Good for you.
You've apologized nicely.

You may go now.

You came back so quickly.

Yes.
Who's your fan?

I just seem to have
one of those faces.

Well, what do you like
in the next race?

Can we go
to the paddock?
I'd like to see Telepathy.

Been watching him ever since
I saw him work out once
as a two-year-old.

Oh, I believe that's
our old friend Telepathy.

Yeah, number eight.
Telepathy.

He's a lanky-looking piece
of business, but I bow
to your superior knowledge.

What is it?
What's the matter?
Don't bet him.

Why not?
He's walleyed.

Can we go now?

What a paragon you are.
You don't smoke,
drink or gamble.

Just this once...
for luck.

I don't believe in luck.
What do
you believe in?

Nothing.

Oh, horses, maybe.
At least they're beautiful,

and nothing in this world
like people.

Oh, yes, people.
A thoroughly bad lot.
Generally.

- Did you have a tough
childhood, Mrs Taylor?
- Not particularly.

I think you did.
I think you've had
a hard, tough climb.

But you're a smart girl,
aren't you?

The careful grammar,
the quiet good manners.

Where did
you learn them?
From my betters.

What about your tough
childhood, Mr Rutland?

The old, sad story.
Promising youth blighted.

Dragged down by money,
position, noblesse oblige.

By the time I came along,
the company was
hanging on the ropes.

We had about 1,000 employees
who were about
to go down for the count.

What about the Rutlands?
What would've happened
to your family?

Nothing ever happens
to a family that
traditionally marries...

at least one heiress
every other generation.

[ Crowd Cheering ]

You shouldn't have
chickened.

Your walleyed reject
just won by four lengths.

I think I've had enough.
Can we go?
If you like.

The track's open
'til the end of the month.

That gives us
two more Saturdays.

If your luck holds out,
by this time next month
I'll be a rich man.

Oh, Miss Nicholson--
You really are pressing
your luck, old boy.

Where are we going
this time?

I thought it was time
I brought you home
to meet my old man.

You should've
told me!
You're all right.

Dad goes by scent.
If you smell anything
like a horse, you're in.

Here we are, old bean.
The homestead.

Hello, Dad.

Who's this?
This is Mary Taylor.
Mary, this is my father.

How do you do,
Mr Rutland?
A girl, is it?

It's all right, Dad.
She's not really a girl.
She's a horse-fancier.

The track's closed.
I thought if I brought her
around to see your horses,

I'd hold her attention
a bit longer.
Splendid, splendid!

Come along, my dear.
I was just about
to have a cup of tea.

Oh, Mary, this is my
sister-in-law, Lil Mainwaring.

Mary Taylor.
How do you do?

Hi. I've seen you
at Rutland's, haven't I?

[ Rutland ] It bewilders me
what any of you can find
to do at Rutland's.

Oh, dear! I think
I rather sprained my wrist
this afternoon.

There's sure to be droppage
and spillage.
Would you mind awfully?

[ Rutland ]
Strong, please.
No milk, two lumps of sugar.

The meals in this house
are shocking bad,

but I do insist on
good Horn and Hardart cake
at tea.

You take yours with lemon,
don't you, Lil?

Yes, lemon for Lil,
Mary.

Strong with a dash of rum
for me.

[ Rutland ]
Spinster's tea. Mucking
up tea with strong drink.

Something sneaky
about it, eh?
What's your opinion,
Miss Taylor?

Do you think old Mark here
is a sneaky one?

Possibly.

How do you take your tea,
Miss Taylor?

Usually with a cup
of hot water and a tea bag.

[ Rutland ]
Lazy habit, my dear.

I'll have quite
a large slice of
that butter cake, please.

- Do you ride, Miss Taylor?
- A little.

Best thing in the world for
the inside of a man or woman
is the outside of a horse.

I shouldn't think you'd find
old Mark very interesting.

He doesn't hunt.
Doesn't even ride!
Please, Dad!

I was hoping to lead up gently
to all that.

I'd even planned to show her
the horses first.

Swill that down or bring it
with you to the stables.

Mark's trying to behave
as if he brought Miss Taylor
out to see the horses.

He really brought her
to see me.
Really? Whatever for?

Showing off.
I'm quite a presentable
old party, you know.

Lil, I'm sure
your sturdy young wrist...

has recovered sufficiently
to pour Dad another
cup of tea.

I will have
another cup.
I can't!

"When duty whispers low,
thou must.

Then youth replies,
I can."

Rat fink!
And you misquoted!

Will you come out and spend
next weekend with us?

You can bring your tea bag,
have your pick
of the horses.

Good night, Mary.
I have to run.
See you on Monday.

Good night, Susan.

[ Woman ]
Good night.
See you on Monday.

I haven't got my powder puff.
Have you got one?

Yeah, here.

Come on.
Wait a minute.

Come on.
All right,
I'm coming.

You mean we have to hang
around and wait
until he calls?

Good night, girls.
Good night.
I'll see you.

Have a good weekend.

I think that's terrible.

What are you gonna do?
I don't know. Let's get home.

He may have already
called you.

If I miss his call,
that's the way it goes.

This is the best one
you've had!

[ Door Closes ]

[ Indistinct Chatting ]

[ Door Opens, Closes ]

You're sure makin' time
tonight, Rita.
What's the big rush?

I wanna get to bed.
That's the big rush.

Please get down.

You'll walk back
to the stables.
I'll ride.

Are you stayin' at an inn
or have you friends
among the local gentry?

You said you
didn't trust horses.
I don't, but they trust me.

Which brings us directly
to our relationship,
Miss Edgar!

Is Edgar your real name?
And you're blonde.

You'll save time and
make for a better feeling
if you tell me the truth.

Is Edgar your real name?
Now, don't crowd me, lady!

I'm fighting a
powerful impulse
to beat the hell out of you.

At last
we communicate.

Now, for the third
and last time,
is Edgar your real name?

And don't bother to lie
to me. I'll check you out
in every detail.

Yes.
Margaret Edgar.

Where are you from?

California.

Where in
California?
Los Angeles.

Where's the money?

Here!
Some of it.

Where's the rest?
Don't worry.
It's safe.

Safe? At some pari-mutuel
window? Or gone for an
operation for your mother?

Or perhaps you're putting
your kid brother
through school?

I don't have a kid brother or
a mother.

I don't have anybody.

Not even Mr Taylor?

I wouldn't be a bit
surprised to hear that
the rest of the haul...

is with your late husband,
Mr Taylor.

Somewhere around these parts
I expect to find him
happily reincarnated,

and the pockets of his
good blue burial suit
bulging with Rutland money.

The rest of the money
is in a registered package
addressed to me...

in a post office box
in New York.

You can pick it up there
by tomorrow.
Here's the key.

Thank you, Miss Edgar.
Now I'll take the
registration receipt.

This receipt and the
unopened package are as good
as a signed confession.

You understand that?
All right. Now, where
does Mr Taylor come in?

There's no such person.
I've never been married.

Mrs Taylor was an old
friend of my mother's.

And when you applied
at Rutland's, the name
just came to your mind.

I was trying to get away
from someone. I have a
cousin Jessie. She's no good.

I was afraid if she found out
about the insurance money,
she'd try to get part of it.

Make trouble for me.

What insurance money?
Mrs Taylor's.

She died.
Oh, Mrs Taylor died.
Pity.

Now you're working with
this naughty cousin Jessie.

Nobody's working with me!

You talk as if this was some
regular thing I do... did;
all planned in cold blood.

- And it wasn't?
- No!

You're not from Los Angeles,
Miss Edgar.

Insurance is only pronounced
insurance in the South.

And that's where
you're from.
Where? Around here?

You're a cold-practiced,
method-actress of a liar.

I can't help it.

It would appear not.
I don't mean that.

I mean, I wasn't born
in California. I was born
in Richmond, Virginia.

My father deserted us
when I was a baby.

My mother and I lived in
Richmond until I was seven.

And then we moved to
California

where Mother could get work
in the aeroplane factories.

That's the truth.
I swear it!

My mother died when I was ten.
And Mrs Taylor took care of me
out there.

Come on, get moving.

How did you find me?
You're here to answer
the questions, ol' girl.

How did you get the
combination to Ward's safe?

I took Susan's key
from her purse.
I see.

Now, suppose you just begin
at the beginning.

It's just like I told you.
I was born in Richmond.
We were poor.

We were grindingly poor.

I was so horribly alone
after Mother died.
Well, go on.

You still have
my attention.

I just went to school
and took care of Mrs Taylor
until she died.

She left me her house
and $5,000 in insurance.

I sold the house.
It had a mortgage
so I only got...

$9,000 cash.

But there I was with $14,000!
Me!

I could do exactly
what I wanted to with it.

There isn't much more.
I bought Forio.

Forio?
My horse
at Garrod's.

I had two wonderful years.

Then last November
it was all gone
so I had to get a job.

I went to Pittsburgh and
got the job at Kendall's...

until I could look around
for something better.
All right, let's try again.

Let's back up and see if
you can turn that Mt. Everest
of manure into a few facts.

One: Your dates
are all wrong.

Previously you were
employed by the firm
of Strutt and Company.

I saw you there once.

Mr Strutt is
the tax consultant
for Rutland and Company.

He pointed you out to me.
You were a brunette then.

Then some months later,
he pointed out
your absence.

You mean, you knew all
about that when you hired me?

No.
I wasn't positive.

But I thought
it might be interesting
to keep you around.

And all this time
you've been trying
to trip me up, trap me!

Um, I'm not sure any more.

I think I was just...
curious at first.

Then things got out
of control and...
I liked you.

So I see!

Incidentally, I think
you took a bit of a chance,

knowing that Rutland's
was a client of Strutt's.

I didn't. My job at Strutt's
didn't give me access
to all the client's names!

All right.
Let's... get on.

We've established that
you're a thief and a liar.

Now, what is
the degree?

Are you a compulsive thief?
A pathological liar?

What difference
does it make?
Some!

It makes some difference...
to me.

Have you ever been
in jail?

Certainly not.

I know you'll never
believe me now,
and it's my own fault.

It's true about Strutt.
I did it.

I don't know why.
I just kind of went crazy,
I guess.

But old Mr Strutt was so--
Oh, I hated him!

Like you hate me?

Oh, no, not you!

Clean up your face.

Come on.

Good afternoon.

What'll you folks have?

A frank and
a coffee, please.
Same for me.

[ Waitress ]
Okey-doke.

Let's get on
with that little discussion.

The chronic use of an alias
is not consistent
with your story...

of sudden temptation
and unpremeditated impulse.

What if you'd stolen
almost $10,000?

Wouldn't you change
your name?

Oh, what's the use?
Why should I even try
to make you understand?

I'm not only trying to
understand you, I'm trying
to believe you! Why?

Because, damn it, I want to!
Can you understand that?

Here you are, folks.

Mark?

The reasons for what
I did at Rutland's,

they were so mixed up,
what I wanted to say before.

I needed to get away!

Can't you see?
Away from Rutland's.

Don't you understand?
Things were-- We were--

So we were.
Was that any reason
to run away?

Yes. I thought it was time
I got out before I got hurt.

I mean,
why try to kid myself?
Are you called Margaret?

Marnie.

Oh, God, Mark,
if you let me go,

I swear I'll--
I can't let you go,
Marnie.

Somebody's got to take care
of you and help you.
I can't just turn you loose.

If I let you go,
I'm criminally
and morally responsible.

Then what--

Marnie.
Yeah, that suits you.

All right, Marnie,
this is how it's gonna be.

I'm driving you back
to Philadelphia.

Tonight we'll go to the house.
Tomorrow you'll return
to Rutland's.

You'll see that Susan's key
finds its way back
into her purse.

How can I go back
to Rutland's?

You're covered.
I replaced the money.

When I called
to pick you up yesterday
and found you'd pulled out,

I knew instantly
what had happened.

So I went to Rutland's
and checked Ward's safe.

Figured the loss
and replaced it.
Then I set out to find you.

Remember that first day at
the races when you were

so hot about a horse
called Telepathy?

I remembered you'd said
you'd watched him training
as a two-year-old.

That's all I had to go on,
so I looked him up,

and found he'd been bred by
a Colonel Marston of Virginia.

I phoned Marston and asked him
if anyone around there
had horses for hire.

He gave me the names
of three.

Yesterday I drove up
to the plains, checked out
the stables. No luck.

But at the last place,
the man said
why didn't I try Garrod's...

over by Middleburg.

[ Waitress ]
You folks be sure
and come back now.

Why are you taking me
back to Wykwyn?

Because I don't trust you
not to run away.

How can I run away?

You have the receipt,
the post office key,

my name.
Margaret Edgar. You sure
that's all the name you have?

You sure you haven't misplaced
an old husband or two
somewhere in your travels?

I told you
I've never been married.

Near misses?
No!

And no lovers, no steadies,
no beaus,

no gentlemen callers,
nothing!

Okay.
Eat up.

Mark, I'd... like to go
freshen up a little.
Uh-uh.

You're fresh enough.
Come on.

You know, I can't
believe you, Marnie.

There must've been a great
many men interested in you.

I didn't say men weren't
interested in me. I said
I wasn't interested in them.

Never?
No!

That is... not until--

Why me?

Because you
were different, Mark.

It won't wash, Marnie.

But it's true!
I really liked you.

Yes, I think you did.

But don't try
to make it sound
like any more than that.

When we get home,

I'll explain that we had
a lover's quarrel.
That you ran away.

That I went after you
and brought you back.

That'll please Dad.
He admires action.

Then I'll explain that
we're gonna be married
before the week is out.

Therefore you should
stay on at Wykwyn.

That I can't bear to
have you out of my sight.

He also admires
wholesome animal lust.

We'll be married just
as soon as the law allows.

We'll catch
an outbound boat.
Where do you want to go?

- You ever been
to the South Seas?
- What are you trying to pull?

I'm trying to pull...
a proposal.

Let's see,
how shall I phrase it?

How 'bout:
Will you be mine?

You're crazy!
You're out of your mind!

That's a possibility.

The name. Marnie.
Yes, I'll just go on
calling you Marnie.

That's easily explained.
Pet name.
But the Taylor.

We'll just have to marry
you off as Mary Taylor.
It's perfectly legal.

You can sign yourself
Minnie Q. Mouse
on a marriage licence,

you're still
legally married.
But you know what I am!

I'm Minnie Q. Thief!
I'm, I'm a thief and a liar!

It seems to be my misfortune
to have fallen in love
with a thief and a liar.

In love?

Oh, Mark, if you love me,
you'll let me go.

Just let me go, Mark.
Please!

Mark, you don't know me.

Listen to me, Mark.
I am not like other people.
I know what I am!

I doubt that you do, Marnie.

In any event,
we'll just have to deal with
whatever it is that you are.

Whatever you are,
I love you.

It's horrible, I know.
But I do love you.

You don't love me.

I'm just something
you've caught!

You think I'm some kind
of animal you've trapped.

That's right, you are.

And I've caught something
really wild this time,
haven't I?

I've tracked you
and caught you, and by God,
I'm gonna keep you!

Oh, and, Marnie,
when we get home,

no cute ideas
about absconding
with the Wykwyn silver.

Just get a grip on yourself
for one short week and
after that,

well, you can take
legal possession.

Like you? Like you
take legal possession?

Yes, if you want
to put it that way.

Somebody's gotta take on
the responsibility for you,
Marnie.

And it narrows down to a
choice of me or the police,
ol' girl.

[ Rutland Chuckling ]
Indispensable.

Ah, Cousin Bob, I almost
forgot.

Do you have the
old necessary?

Have fun, my dear.
Traveller's cheques in this.
Letter of credit in this.

Thanks, old man.
Will you see about having my
car picked up at the airport?

Bob is our banking cousin.
A very handy fellow.

Take care, Lil.

We'll send you
a noble savage.

Goodbye, Dad.
Bye, Mark.

Thank you, Dr Gillian.
Without you it wouldn't
have been legal.

It's been
a pleasure.

[ Rutland ] Let's go finish
the champagne and cake
before they spirit it away.

Really splendid cake,
you know.

I attended to that myself.

I've made the acquaintance
of one of those excellent
Horn and Hardart executives.

That engagement ring must
have been at least
five carats.

Six and a half.
Blue-white.
Perfect stone.

His mother left perfectly
good jewellery. It's just
sitting there at the bank.

He wanted her to have
something that had never
belonged to anyone else.

But six and a half carats!

And cashing in a bond
to pay for a ring.

But he didn't pay for it.
He charged it.

I helped him pick it out.

It cost $42,000...
plus tax.

Did you say $42,000?

The man's deranged.

You know what he did to me
last Saturday?

He came out to the club
waving a cheque for $7,000,

and insisted that I break up
my golf game,
go in and open the bank,

and hand over to him
$7,000.

Then he drew out--

Well, let's just say,
enough to pay for this trip,
plus the letter of credit.

He cashed that very nice bond
against my advice,
made me get him the money.

Ten thousand in small bills.
And when I asked him...

why he wanted $10,000
in small bills, he said,

"Well, old man,
I'm being blackmailed, and
they specified small bills."

I know that most people
find Mark's humour charming.

I do not.
There is nothing charming
about running through--

Including the unpaid bill
for a ring,

approximately $70,000
in one week.

A $6,000 or $7,000
South Seas honeymoon,

conservatively speaking,
and a $42,000 ring.

All that money
spent to celebrate what?

This meagre,
furtive little wedding?

He didn't even ask Mother.

"Pay off Strutt."

Strutt.

Booze?

Shall I, uh,
fix you a drink?

[ Knocking ]

Would you like some bourbon
to brush your teeth?
[ Marnie ] No, thank you.

Contrary to the movies
and the Ladies Home Journal,

the battleground of marriage
is not, I repeat, not...

the... bedroom.

The real field of battle
is the bath.

It is in the bath
and for the bath...

that the lines are drawn
and no quarter given.

It seems to me, we are
getting off to a dangerously
poor start, darling.

You've been in the bathroom
exactly 47 minutes.

You can have
the bath now.

Thank you.

You're very sexy
with your face clean.

Marnie, come here.

Sit down.

I... can't!
I can't! I can't!

For God sakes, Marnie!

I can't stand it! I'll die!
If you touch me again,
I'll die!

I promise I won't touch you.
Just get out of
that damn corner, please.

Now, suppose you tell me
what this is all about.

Is it your own little way
of saying you don't find me
particularly attractive?

I told you not to marry me.
I told you!

Oh, God, why couldn't
you have just let me go?

Marnie.

- Don't! Please, don't!
- Let me fix you a drink.

I don't want a drink.
A brandy--

I don't want it.
Just leave me alone!

Not 'til I find out
what's the matter,
and some way to help.

The only way you can help me
is to leave me alone!

Can't you understand?
Isn't it plain enough?
I cannot bear to be handled!

- By anybody? Or just me?
- You... men!

Really?

You didn't seem to mind
at my office that day,
or at the stables.

And all this last week
I've handled you.

I've kissed you
many times.

Why didn't you break out
into a cold sweat and
back into a corner then?

I thought I could stand it
if I had to.

I see.

Have you always felt
like this?

Always... yes!
Why? What happened
to you?

Happened? Nothing.
Nothing happened to me.

I just never wanted anybody
to touch me!

You ever tried
to talk about it...

to a doctor or somebody
who could help you?

No, why should I?
I didn't want to get married.

It's degrading.
It's animal!

Anyway, I was doing all right
the way I was.

I wouldn't say that.
If I hadn't caught you,
you'd have gone on stealing.

No, no I wouldn't!

Yes, you would,
again and again.

Eventually, you would've
got caught by somebody.

You're such
a tempting little thing.

Some other sexual
blackmailer would've got
his hands on you.

The chances of it being
someone as permissive as me
are pretty remote.

Sooner or later,
you'd have gone to jail.

Or been cornered in
an office by some angry
old bull of a businessman...

who was out to take
what he figured
was coming to him.

You'd probably have got him
and jail.

So I wouldn't say you were
doing all right, Marnie.

I'd say you needed
all the help you could get.
I don't need your help.

I don't think you're capable
of judging what you need,
or from whom you need it.

What you do need, I expect,
is a psychiatrist.

Oh... men!

You say no thanks to one,
and bingo, you're a candidate
for the funny farm.

It would be hilarious
if it weren't pathetic.

Let's try to get some rest,
hmm? We'll talk
this out tomorrow.

There's nothing to talk out.
I've told you how I feel.

I'll feel the same way
tomorrow and the day after
and the day after that.

All right, Marnie.
We won't talk about it
until you want to.

But we're gonna be
on this damn boat
for many days and nights.

Let's drop this
for the present...

and try to get through this
bloody honeymoon cruise with
as much grace as possible.

Let's try at least to be...
kind to each other.

Oh. Kind!

All right,
if that's too much,
I'll be kind to you...

and you'll be polite
to me.
You won't--

I won't.

I give you my word.

Now, let's try to get
some rest, hmm?
How 'bout it?

You in your bed over there,
and me, light-years away
in mine here.

Thank you.

I think I'd like
to stay out here for a while,
but... thank you.

You're gonna bring
a little bezazz down
to the old farm, my dear.

I noticed before we left,
Dad was pulling out
his silk shirts.

What do you mean,
what will I do
with myself?

I had of course assumed
I would become
a society hostess.

In Africa, in Kenya,
there's quite
a beautiful flower.

It's coral coloured with
little green tipped blossoms,

rather like a hyacinth.

If you reach out
to touch it,

you discover that the flower
was not a flower at all,

but a design made up
of hundreds of tiny insects
called Fattid bugs.

They escape the eyes
of hungry birds...

by living and dying
in the shape of a flower.

[ Door Closes ]

I'll close the door,
if you don't mind.
The light bothers me.

Hmm, what's that, dear? The
light? Oh, yes, of course.

You've been an absolute
darling about my sitting up
reading so late these nights.

I'm boning up
on marine life...

since entomology doesn't seem
to be your subject,

and I'm eager to find
a subject, Marnie,
any subject.

All right.
Here's a subject.

How long? How long
do we have to stay
on this boat, this trip?

How long before
we can go back?

Why, Mrs Rutland!
Can you be suggesting...

that these halcyon
honeymoon days and nights,

just the two of us alone
together... should ever end?

If you don't mind,
I'd like to go to bed!

I've told you the light
from the sitting room
bothers me.

We certainly can't have
anything bothering you,
can we? [ Door Slams ]

If you don't want to go
to bed, please get out.

But I do want to go to bed,
Marnie.

I very much
want to go to bed.

[ Screams ]
No!

[ Gasps ]

I'm sorry, Marnie.

[ Coughs ]

Why the hell didn't you
jump over the side?

The idea was to kill myself,
not feed the damn fish.

Mark!

Oh, I'm so glad to see you.
Was Fiji grisly?

We didn't get to Fiji.
We jumped ship in Honolulu
and flew back.

We had to take a cab
from the airport.
We're tired and grimy.

Remember when you were six?
You wanted to go to New York.

I warned you then that
travelling was a nasty
business.

You poor things.
You must be exhausted.

I think what we'll do is
go straight up, have a
fast drink and off to bed.

The travel lecture will
have to wait for morning.

Where's the rest
of your luggage?
At the airport.

Good night, Dad.
I'll have breakfast with
you in the morning.

See you then, Lil.

Come on, Marnie.
It's not exactly a house
of correction, you know.

Look, Marnie,

for the present all
we've got is the facade,
and we've got to live it.

Dad has breakfast downstairs
at 8:30 every morning.

I always join him.
So, naturally, as you want
to be with me as--

This is the drill, dear.

Wife follows husband
to front door.
Gives and or gets a kiss.

Stands pensively
as he drives away.

Oh, a wistful little wave
is optional.

Mark, are you...
going to the office?

On the first day back
after our honeymoon?
How indelicate!

No, I'm going down the road
on a little errand.
I'll see you later.

Mark, I, um...
I don't have any money.

I'm sorry, Marnie.
I'll call Bob and have him
make out an account for you.

It won't be much for a while.
You understand I've had
a lot of heavy expenses.

And you might as well know
I've paid off Strutt.

Anonymously, of course.

[ Marnie ]
But that's all over!

So?
[ Marnie ]
So you've given away $10,000.

So you're a prize fool!

Possibly, but they don't put
you in jail for being a fool.

I'm not the one
the cops are after.
Not yet.

And I don't intend to be.
Not if there's anything
I can do to prevent it.

Perhaps you, madam,
but not me.

[ Phone Dialling ]

Hello, Mama?

No, I'm all right.
I'm perfectly all right now.

I had a bad case of the flu
and just didn't feel
up to writing.

I couldn't.
I had laryngitis too.

Yes, I am still
a little hoarse.

Look, Mama,
I can't talk long.

I just called to tell you
that I'm all right and I'll
send some money this week.

No, I can't.
I don't know when
I'll get to Baltimore.

But not for a
few weeks anyway.
But I'll talk to you soon.

If you need anything,
write to me at the same post
office box in Philadelphia.

I've got to go now,
Mama.

Goodbye.
Goodbye, Mama.

[ Horn Honking ]

Oh, Forio!
Oh, beauty!

Well, she said
she could ride a little.

Mark?
Hmm?

Mark, listen.
I'm a good fighter
if you need me.

I mean, if you are in
some kind of trouble.

I have absolutely no scruples.
I'd lie to the police
or anything.

What on earth
are you talking about?

I heard you and Marnie
this morning right out here.

Heard?
Okay, I eavesdropped.

We should've made you go
to college or come out
or something.

I can see that now.
Don't patronize me,
Mark!

That Mary-Marnie brown-haired
blonde you married
so fast and sneaky,

and tried to hustle off
to the South Pacific
for Pete's sake!

I didn't have to overhear
stuff about your not intending
to go to jail too...

to know that
you're in some sort of fix.

Please, Mark,
will you let me help?
You can help.

You can help by being nice
to Marnie.
She needs a friend.

I always thought that a girl's
best friend was her mother.

Poor old Mark.
Is her mother that ghastly?

I mean, when the in-laws
are so grim you don't dare
have them to the wedding,

the usual excuse is
poor health or the strain
of the trip, you know.

But to claim they're dead,
now, come on!

All right, Lil,
what is it you're up to?
Out with it.

Me? I'm just offering you
my services.

Guerrilla fighter,
perjurer,
intelligence agent.

All right.
Intelligence agent.
Baltimore.

There's a mother
in Baltimore.

Marnie made
a phone call this morning.

She said she hadn't been able
to write because
she'd had the flu.

She didn't know when she'd
be able to get to Baltimore,

but she'd send money
this week.

She said to go
on writing to her at
the same post office box.

I listened through
the library door.

She's having you on, Lil.
It's some sort of gag.

You've been bratty.
She's set out to teach you
some manners.

You're being had, Lil.
You can say that again!

But I don't want to say
it again. I don't want
to have to say it again.

All right, Mark.

You seem to be
growing up, Lil.

I expect what we should do
is find you some young man.

What's your type?
I was waiting for you.

I'm queer for liars.

Really? Well, what sort
of liar do you fancy?

We could run an ad.
Would you prefer an indoor
liar or an outdoor liar?

Playboy or
Field and Stream?

Anybody home?
Hi! Where's Marnie?

She and Dad are still
out riding. He's taking
her over the hunt country.

Big deal! She's going
to ride with the hunt.

And Dad's throwing some kind
of bash to introduce her.
Oh?

I was expecting a long-
distance call. Has it come in?
No. Not that I know of.

[ Phone Ringing ]
I'll get it.

[ Mark ]
Hello. Yes.

Hold on, I want to take it
on another phone.

I'll take it upstairs.
Hang up as soon as I get it.

Ah, Lil,
you will hang up, won't you?

Okay, Lil.

Hello?
Yes, I'll talk to him now.

Hello, Mr Boyle.
You found anything interesting
down there?

Hold on.
Let me get a pencil.
Okay, ready.

Bernice Edgar.

116 Van Buren Street,

Baltimore.

Yeah, I got that.
Go on.

Wait a minute!

You say she killed him?

Well, when was that?

That means the little girl
must've been about five,
is that right?

Well, what happened to her?
No, not the woman.
The child.

I want to know what happened
to the little girl,
the daughter.

No, no! Stay on there.
Get me anything else you can.

Look, have photostats made
of all the court records.

Send them to me immediately.
Yes, to my office.
Registered.

You're doing an
excellent job, Mr Boyle.

[ Lil ]
Did you have
a good ride?

Yeah. Ah, Mr Boyle,
get the photostats to me.
Yes.

And call me the minute
you get anything further
on the child.

Thank you.
I'll expect to hear from you.

Goodbye.

[ Tapping ]

[ Tapping Continues ]
Mama?
Oh, Mama, don't cry.

Please don't cry, Mama.

[ Tapping ]
No! No!

Mama?

Mama, don't cry.

[ Tapping Continues ]
No!

Mama?

Mama?

[ Knocking At Door ]
Mama?

Mama?
Wake up, Marnie.

Mama?
Marnie?

Mama?
Oh, don't hurt my mama.

Marnie.

Please don't hurt
my mama!

Marnie.

[ Gasps ]
No, don't, don't!

What's going on?

She's having
a nightmare.

No, Mama. Mama?
Marnie, wake up.
It's just a nightmare.

She's all right.

I'm cold.

That's supposed to be
your department,
isn't it, ol' boy?

Good night, all.

Let me get you
a brandy.
Uh-uh.

Where did you get
these things?

I can get more
anytime I want them.

Yeah, of course you can.
You can also find,
at your convenience,

heights, ropes, ovens,
even plastic bags.

The world's full
of alternatives.

I'd like to go back
to sleep now.

Why? Your sleep seems
even less agreeable
than your waking hours.

That, uh, dream.

You know you've had
it before.

Is it about something that
really happened to you?

No, I--
I don't know what it means.
Nothing.

Well, it's about
your mother.
She wants you to get up.

Yes, but first there
are the three taps.

And then she says,
"Get up, Marnie.
You have to get up now!"

But I don't want to.
If I--

If I get up, I'll be cold
and they'll hurt her!

Who?
Who'll hurt her?

Th-Th-- Them!

I don't know.
I don't know!

But I hear the noises.
I'm cold and I hear
the noises!

What noises?
What are they like?

Who makes them?

You Freud...
me Jane?

If you won't see an analyst,
why don't you try
to help yourself?

But that's why I'm in this
trap, from trying to
help myself.

Just leave me alone,
Mark, please.

If I give you some books,
will you read them?

Your new homework?
Frigidity In Women?

The Psychopathic Delinquent
and Criminal?

Have you read them?
I don't need
to read that muck...

to know that women
are stupid and feeble
and that men are filthy pigs!

In case you didn't recognize
it, that was a rejection.

I want you to read them.
Start with
The Undiscovered Self.

Oh, for God's sake, Mark,
leave me alone!
I'm tired!

Why can't you
just leave me alone?

Because I think
you're sick... ol' dear.

I'm sick?

Well, take a look
at yourself, ol' dear.

You're so hot to play
Mental Health Week,
what about you?

Talk about dream worlds.
You've got a pathological fix
on a woman...

who's not only an admitted
criminal but who screams
if you come near her!

So what about your dreams,
Daddy dear?

I never said
I was perfect.

That was quite a speech.
It encourages me
to believe...

that you have leafed through
one or two books.

Which one did you find
the most interesting?

You're really dying
to play doctor, aren't you?

Okay, I'm a big movie fan.
I know the games.

Come on.
Let's play.

Shall I start with dreams
or should we free-associate?

Oh, Doctor,
I'll bet you're just dying
to free-associate.

All right now, you give me
a word and I'll give you
an association.

You know, like: needles, pins;
when a man marries,
trouble begins.

You ready?

Well, come on!
I thought you wanted to play
doctor, so let's play!

Water.

Bath. Soap.
Cleanse.

Pure.
Made pure for me.

And his tears
shall wash away thy sins...

and make thee over again.

Baptists. Mother used
to take me to church.
Twice on Sundays.

There. I'm not holding back
at all, am I?

You're bringing me out
marvellously, Doctor.

You'll have me up on my
poor paralysed little legs
by the next scene. Go on.

Air.

Stare.
And that's what you do.

You stare and blare and say
you care, but you're unfair,
you want a pair.

- Sex.
- Masculine. Feminine.
Adam and Eve. Jack and Jill.

I'll slap your filthy face
if you come near me again,
Jack!

- Death.
- Me. Oh, listen, Mark--

- Needles... Black.
- Pins... White.

- Red!
- White. White! White!

It's all right, Marnie.
Darling, come here.

I won't let anything bad
happen to you.
You're all right.

You're all right.
Oh, help me!

Help me. Oh, God,
somebody help me!

[ Indistinct Chatter,
Laughter ]

[ Doorbell Rings ]

[ Doorbell Rings ]

[ Doorbell Rings ]

[ Butler ]
What name, sir?

Strutt.
[ Butler ]
Mr and Mrs Strutt.

Mr Strutt,
Mrs Strutt?
How do you do?

I'm Lil Mainwaring,
Mark's sister-in-law.

So good of you to come
all this distance.
So nice of you to ask us.

Wait 'til tomorrow, Charlie.
Wait 'til you see her
on a horse, eh?

I'm not a bit nervous,
Mark.
You have no reason to be.

You're unquestionably
the best-looking woman here.

The best-dressed.
The most intelligent.
And you're with me.

I think
everyone's here.
Well, Lil's scorekeeper.

She has the list,
made the table arrangements
and everything.

I'm afraid I wasn't much help,
but I'll do better next time.
You're doing well enough.

I suppose we should keep...
circulating.

Why?

Why?
I don't know.
I swear I don't know.

He wasn't invited here.
He's never been invited here.

It's Lil!
Lil?

She doesn't
even know Strutt.
It's Lil!

Get me out of here
please.

It's too late.
Here they come.

Look, call his bluff.
I'll back you up.

Oh, hello, Strutt.
Good to see you.
Good to see you.

I don't believe we've met,
Mrs Strutt. I'm Mark Rutland.
How do you do?

And this is my wife.
How do you do?

Well, this is a surprise.
I hadn't heard about
your marriage.

You know, we all think a
great deal of your husband.

We've been doing business
with the Rutlands...
for a long time.

- I believe we've met before.
- I don't think so.

Think again...
Mrs Rutland.

Are you just
recently married?

Marnie and I've been married
for two months.

But we've known each other
quite well for four years.
Four years? Before Stell--

Yes, didn't you know?

Darling, Betty seems
rather stranded over there.

You'll have to excuse us
for a few moments,
Mrs Strutt.

Oh, and Lil, would you see
that Mr. and Mrs Strutt's
glasses are kept brimming.

That's a good girl.

I'm going to be sick.
You're not
going to be sick.

You said we'd known each other
four years. Lil thought--

I don't give one
infinitesimal damn
what Lil thought or thinks.

Dinner is ready,
sir.
Good. Announce it.

Dinner is served.

Mr Strutt, my wife's
taken a fancy to you.
Will you see her into dinner?

Five minutes!
I'm five minutes behind you,
and in those five minutes...

you've got yourself up
like a cat burglar,
and packed for a world cruise.

I've got to get out of here,
and you've got to let me go.

That man is going
to send me to jail.
You know he is!

What are you using for guts
this season, Marnie?
Don't you understand?

He's coming back here
tomorrow and he's coming
for my head!

We just won't give it to him.
Strutt may be throbbing away
with vengeful fantasies;

but the fact is he's a
businessman, he's in the
business of doing business.

So?
So we try
to do business.

The Rutland account is
one of the biggest he's got.

If he insists on acting
like the swine he is, then--
And he'll lose others.

I'll see to it. But first I'll
see to it that he understands
that I'll see to it.

Suppose you can keep him
from prosecuting, you
can't keep him from talking.

I don't care if he outtalks
every Southern Senator
on Capitol Hill.

I do. I care.

Darling, didn't your mother
ever tell you
about sticks and stones?

Can't you understand
there may be other...
things involved,

other people that I don't want
to hear about me?
Yes, I can understand.

But since you're the
well-known orphan child,
who's to care?

The police, damn you.

What can the police do
if we can stop Strutt
from prosecuting?

They can start investigating
other jobs.

Other similar jobs.

- Well, that's
something else again.
- Yes, it is.

How many?
How many other jobs?

Tell me the truth, damn it!
You've nothing to gain
by lying to me now!

How many jobs
have you pulled?
Three.

Try again.

Four.
Five counting Strutt.

- Over how long a period?
- Five years, and that's
the truth, I swear it.

- All right. How much?
How much altogether?
- Under $50,000.

What towns?

Buffalo, Detroit,
Elizabeth, New Jersey
and New York.

Well, in New York
and Philadelphia,

I'll be poor old
Mark Rutland who lost
his head over a pretty girl.

In the others I'm just an
accessory after the fact and
equally liable under the law.

Well, then let me go!
They can't blame you
because you didn't know!

After you found out,
I ran away.
Just let me go!

If I let you run out now,
nothing could keep
the lid on it.

They've got your real name.
They'll work up a
complete dossier on you.

When they finally catch you
and they will catch you,

they'll throw the
New York City Library
at you.

But, suppose we don't
lose our heads.

All we've got to fight
is Strutt's big mouth.
That gives us time.

Sit down. Listen.
We can do one
of two things:

We can hire a lawyer
and a psychiatrist,

and make an immediate
voluntary confession and
an offer of restitution.

That'll make
the whole thing public.

But the chances are
very good that you'll
get a suspended sentence.

Now the alternative.

We can go together and
make private calls on all
the places you've robbed.

You'll express deep sorrow
and repentance,

sincere and
vocal contrition.

And while you sob,
I show a cheque
for the amount stolen.

Press it into their hands
and ask as a special favour
to a distraught husband...

to withdraw the charge.

But if one of them says
"Thanks, I'll take the money,
but I won't drop the charge,"

then we've had it.

After that it's an
open court case and
very probable sentence.

On the other hand,
with a bit of luck
we might pull it off.

Think it over.

It's late.
You better get some sleep.
You gotta be up for the hunt.

You don't expect me
to ride in the hunt!

Certainly I expect you
to ride.

For one thing, I want
you out of the house
when Strutt comes here.

For another, I don't want
to give Lil the satisfaction
of seeing you chicken.

And, Marnie,
tonight the door stays open.

[ Dogs Barking ]

[ Indistinct Chatter,
Laughter ]

[ Screams ]

[ Whinnies ]

[ Screams ]

Forio!

[ Whinnies ]

A gun! Give me a gun!
My horse is screaming!

Get me a gun!
You want to shoot
your horse?

Hey, wait a minute!

I can't give you a gun.
My mister isn't home.
I don't know what he'd--

You must be crazy!

Mrs Turpin!

Miss Mainwaring, this
woman comes tearing in here
demandin' I give her a gun.

Tell this fool
to give me a gun.
Forio's hurt!

Marnie, wait.
I'll call a vet.
There's nothing a vet can do.

We don't have a phone
anyway, Miss Mainwaring.

If the horse is hurt bad,
I could give her
Jack's pistol.

Hurry.
Oh, hurry, please.
He's suffering.

Go get the gun!

I'll do it, Marnie.
You wait here.

Are you still in the mood
for killing?

Please, Marnie!

Stay out of my way!

Marnie, please!

If you don't want me to do
it, then let me go back
for one of the men.

[ Whinnies ]

There.

There now.

So you can see, Mr Strutt,
how very disadvantageous...

any action on your part
would be for everyone.

For me, certainly.

For a sick girl...
and for you.

Yes, I'm sure that's
the fashionable attitude,
Mr Rutland.

But just wait until
you've been victimized!

[ Mark ] Try to look
at the situation from
a business point of view.

[ Strutt ]
Yes.

[ Mark ] We've been
business friends for
a number of years now.

[ Continues Indistinct ]

[ Mark ]
I want you to apply
them all for my benefit.

[ Strutt ]
Hmm.

[ Phone Ringing ]
Oh, sorry.

Hello.

Yes, Lil,
what is it?

Yes, I understand.
I'm hanging up now.

You'll have to forgive me.
I've had a bit of trouble
at the hunt.

I'll talk to you again,
possibly tomorrow.
I'm sorry to run out.

[ Mark ]
I'll take you home,
Marnie.

It's all right, darling.

You're just exhausted.
Now, don't panic.

I've spoken to Strutt.
I think I'll be able
to talk him around.

I'll just put this away.

Go on.
You want the money.

You wanted the money,
or you wouldn't have taken
my keys, would you?

You took the keys,
now take the money!
I said take it!

What's mine
belongs to you.
It's yours!

You're not stealing.

You want the money,
take it.
I said take it!

Marnie,

now we're going
to Baltimore
to see your mother.

No!
Yes.

Come on.

So, I knew you'd run away,
and you'd want money.

It didn't take me a minute
to find out the
office drawer key was gone.

If you tell my mother about
me, I'll kill you.

If you mean about
the robberies,

I've no intention
of telling her anything.

It's your mother who's
going to do the talking.

[ Thunderclaps ]

Marnie, come on.

No!
Come on.

- It's all right, Marnie.
You're inside.
- [ Mama ] What in the--

I'm sorry to crash in
on you like this, Mrs Edgar.

I guess you know
how Marnie feels about storms.

Marnie, stop acting like
such a ninny.
Pardon me.

Who are you, mister?
You're not Mr Pendleton.

No, I'm not.
Who's Mr Pendleton?

Then what have you got to do
with my Marnie?

I'm Mark Rutland,
Marnie's husband, Mrs Edgar.

Marnie hasn't been
very well.

I don't believe she's been
well since your accident.
My what?

I think you've always
called it "your accident."

What do you think
you're talking about?

Comin' into my house like
this, talking about my
accident!

You're not married to Marnie.
I don't believe ya.

Marnie!
Your daughter needs help,
Mrs Edgar.

You've got to tell her
the truth. She has no memory
of what happened that night.

And she needs
to remember everything!
You must help her.

Mister, you must be
plumb crazy.

If you won't tell her, I will.
I know everything that
happened.

I'll tell her
the whole story.
Oh, no you won't,

because you don't know
the whole story,
and nobody does but me!

Oh. Well, since you're
so very knowledgeable,
Mrs Edgar,

do you also know
that your daughter...

your beautiful young daughter,
cannot stand to have a man
touch her? Any man?

She doesn't know why,
but you do.

Don't you think you owe it
to her to help her to
understand what happened...

to make her like this?
What matters
what made her?

She's lucky to feel like
that! Just plain lucky!

That's very interesting,
Mrs Edgar.

But I've had
an investigator
working here.

I've read the transcript.
Hmm?

The records of your trial
for murder.

In the records it states quite
plainly that you made your
living from the touch of men.

It was one of
your clients that
you killed that night.

Oh, God!

Was there also a storm
that night, Mrs Edgar?

Is that why Marnie's
terrified of storms?

Was there thunder and
lightning that night?

Did the storms terrify
your little girl?

- In addition to everything
else that happened!
- Get out of my house.

You get out!

I don't need any filthy man
comin' in my house no more!

Do you hear me?
You get out!

You get out of my house!
[ Screaming ]

You get out!

You let my mama go!

You hear?
You let my mama go!

You're hurtin' my mama!
Who am I, Marnie?

Why should I want
to hurt your mama?
You're one of them.

- One of them
in the white suits.
- Shut up, Marnie!

No! Remember, Marnie.
Tell us how it all was.

The white suits!
Remember?

[ Tapping ]

What does the tapping mean,
Marnie?

Why does
it make you cry?

It means...
they want in.

Them in their
white suits.

Mama comes and
gets me out of bed.

I don't like
to get out of bed.

Come on, Marnie.

Get up. All right?

Good girl.

That's my baby.

There.

There. Mmm.

You go on back
to sleep, sugarpop.
Bernice.

- [ Thunderclap ]
- [ Sobbing ]

Now, you ain't afraid
of a little bit of lightning,
are you? Huh?

What happens next, Marnie?

He... he come out to me.

Oh, I don't like him.
He... he smells funny.

Your old captain's gonna
be here all through the night.
There's no reason to cry.

I want my mama!

I don't want you!
Let me go! Mama!

[ Sobbing ]

Get your damn hands
off my kid!

What are you trying to--
What are you--

Mama?

Make him go, Mama.

I don't like him
to kiss me.
Make him go, Mama!

[ Marnie Screams ]

Get your hands--
Get your hands--

There's nothing the matter
with my hands!

[ Mark ] What is it, Marnie?
What's the matter?
He hit my mama!

No! No!
What's the matter with you?
You crazy or drunk?

Now, don't go hittin' me.
You're gonna get hit yourself.

- [ Screams ]
- Oh, my leg!

- Mama?
- Is your mother hurt?

How?
How is she hurt?
He fell on her.

Oh, she's so hurt!
Oh, Mama.

Marnie!
Marnie, help me!

I got to help my mama!

[ Sobbing ]

Marnie?

I hit him!

I hit him with a stick.
I... I hurt him!

There.
There now.

- [ Screams, Sobs ]
- [ Screams ]

You're all right now, darling.
You're all right.

It's all over.

You're all right.

I thought when she lost
her memory of that night,

it was a sign
of God's forgiveness.

I thought I was being
given another chance...

to change everything,

to make it all up to her.

I'm sorry, Mrs Edgar.

Truly sorry.

Your mother told the police
that she'd killed the sailor
in self-defense.

They could see how bad hurt
I was. They believed me.

And I never told anyone
the truth.

Never.

Not even when they tried
to take you away from me,
Marnie.

Not even then.

You must've loved me, Mama.
You must've loved me!

You're the only thing in
this world I ever did love.

It... it was just that
I was so young, Marnie.

I never had anything
of my own.

You know how
I got you, Marnie?

There was this boy.

Billy.

And I wanted Billy's
basketball sweater.

I was 15.

And Billy said,
if I let him,

I could have
the sweater.

So I let him.

And then, later on
when you got started,
he run away.

I still got
that old sweater.

And I got you,
Marnie!

And after the accident,
when I was in the hospital,

they tried to make me
let you be adopted.

But I wouldn't.

I wanted you!

And I promised God
right then,

if he'd let me keep you,
and you not remember,

I'd bring you up
different from me.

Decent!

Decent?

Oh, Mama!

Well, you surely realized
your ambition.

I certainly am decent.

Of course I'm a cheat,

and a liar and a thief,

but I am decent.

Marnie, it's time to have a
little compassion for
yourself.

When a child,

a child of any age, Marnie,
can't get love,

it takes what it can get,
anyway it can get it.

It's not so hard
to understand.

Get up, Marnie,
you're aching my leg.

There.
That's better.

Mark?

What... what am I
going to do?

What's going to happen?
What do you want
to happen?

I guess I...
I want it all cleared up.

Will I--

Will I go to jail?

No. Not after what
I have to tell them.

We'll go now.

Ah, Mrs Edgar,
I'll bring Marnie back.

She's very tired now.

Goodbye, Mama.

Goodbye.

Goodbye, sugarpop.

Oh, Mark,

I don't want
to go to jail.

I'd rather stay
with you.

Had you, love?

[ Girls ]
Send for the doctor
over the hill.

Call for the doctor.
Call for the nurse.

Call for the lady
with the alligator purse.