All language subtitles for Pit.Of.Darkness.1961 - Copie

You all right, mister?

Mister, you didn't have to give me a
fright.

I thought you was dead.

Where... where am I?

Bombsite.

Off Wapping Ice Street.

Behind Jimmy Dade, mister.

I've been crushed.

You have?

I wish I knew.

I didn't remember how it happened.

You're a cop?

Yeah.

Secret service?

What?

You better... you better check your money.

I bet that's what they was after.

Perhaps they was disturbed that I'd
scarper out of here if I was you.

It's pretty tough round here.

How did you find me?

Well, I was to meet the gang here,
but I see they've all scarpered.

Maybe when they saw you, they thought you
was dead and done a bunk.

Maybe they disturbed whoever coshed me.

I suppose so.

You asked them for me, Jimmy.

Yeah, when I bump into them.

Where can I find you?

Dukes Mansion.

It's just round the corner.

It's number 10 on the first floor.

Thanks, Jimmy.

I'll come and see you.

What's this for?

I never done nothing.

You found me, didn't you?

Yeah, but you wasn't lost.

You was just not cold.

It's all right.

You keep it.

Thanks very much, but you be going now.

Don't push your luck.

Julie, are you in?

Richard!

Oh, darling, I know I'm three hours
late, but... Three weeks, you mean?

The thugs attacked me and laid me out.

I've phoned all the hospitals.

You weren't in any of them.

I haven't been in hospitals.

It's not as bad as all that.

Well, where have you been these last three
weeks?

What are you talking about?

I'm talking about the fact that you walked
out of here three weeks ago.

You stayed away without
a word and now you're

walking in as though
nothing had happened.

I don't understand.

Well, neither do I, darling.

Please explain.

What's the date today?

What date do you think it is?

August the 23rd.

September the 13th.

Look, Julie, this is some kind of joke.

It's in very poor taste.

I've been badly hurt.

I've been badly hurt too, Richard.

Who is she?

She?

Well, you obviously haven't been away on a
rescue.

It isn't your secretary, Mary.

I've already checked up on her.

So it's got to be someone else.

There isn't anyone else.

I left the house at the normal time this
morning.

Three weeks ago.

I arrived at the office on time.

I dictated a few letters.

Then I went to the West London Bank at
Hammersmith and opened their safe for them.

I set out for lunch at the Bolzano.

But I don't remember reaching it.

You didn't.

The police checked all your usual walks.

The police?

Have you been to the police?

Well, naturally.

For all I knew, you could have been
murdered.

There weren't any help, so I went to a
private detective, a man called Carter.

He couldn't have found me.

Nobody could find you.

You just walked in.

Where are tonight's papers?

I'll get them for you.

It's incredible.

Just give me her name and address and I'll
instruct my solicitors.

Stop it, Julie.

Can't you see I...

I must have lost my memory.

But they hold a story in the book.

Well, it just happens to be true.

I can't remember a thing from the moment I
left that bank until...

until I woke up with a sore head on some
waste ground in Wapping.

Julie, you've got to believe me.

There is no other woman.

How do you know if you've lost your
memory?

Hello?

Hello, darling.

This is Mavis.

Who?

Mavis, darling.

I'm sorry.

You must have the wrong number.

No, I haven't, Richard, my sweet.

I'd know your voice anywhere.

What are you trying to pull?

I'm afraid there must be some mistake.

The wrong number.

I must admit you don't look well.

You're awfully white.

Haven't you noticed this?

Oh!

Well, it's obviously recent.

It wasn't done three weeks ago.

But it's effectively cleared my mind of
what happened three weeks ago.

I think you ought to see a doctor.

I'm going to call Jonathan.

Come home.

I don't need a doctor.

Hello?

I expect that was Mavis again.

I don't know any Mavis.

She probably hung up when she heard my
voice instead of yours.

If you intend sleeping here tonight,
I'm moving out.

Go on, answer it.

I've got nothing to hide.

And if it's Mavis, tell her to come round
here and we'll thrash it out.

Hello.

Is that you, Julie?

Oh, it's Bill.

Who's Bill?

It's your partner, Bill Underwood.

He wants to know if there's any news of
you.

Hello, Bill.

I'm back.

Where the devil have you been?

Well, you've heard of the memory man.

Well, I'm the lost memory man.

Very funny.

But seriously, where have you been?

Well, that's the trouble.

I haven't the slightest recollection of
where I have been.

Have you seen a doctor?

Oh, we're sending for Cousin Jonathan.

Fat lot of good he'll be.

Look, I think I'd better come round and
see you.

I want to find out what's been happening.

Look, don't press me now, Bill.

I'll come into the office tomorrow and try
and explain everything.

Yeah.

All right.

Goodbye, bye.

I don't know any Mavis.

There's no other woman.

There never has been.

There never will be.

Haven't you any clue as to where you've
been?

Have you looked in your pockets?

That's an idea.

I looked in my wallet to check my money.

I found £12.

I only had £7 when I left home.

Are you sure?

Yes.

Private Investigation Service.

Thomas F.

Carter.

Where did I get that?

That's the private detective that I
employed.

Where did you get his card?

I'll soon find out.

How?

I'll ring him up.

Well, that won't help you much.

Why not?

Because four days ago he was found
murdered.

Stabbed through the heart.

A bombsite in Wapping.

Do you think I did it?

Well, answer me, Julie!

You don't think I did it, do you?

Do you?

I don't know.

I don't know.

You'd better go to bed.

You can sleep in the spare room.

I'll go join Jonathan.

Hello, cousin.

Where did you wake up?

A gambling den or a bronze bedroom?

A bombsite in Wapping.

How dull.

That's lucky, Mr. Scull.

Let me gaze into your welkin eye.

You look like a sick spaniel.

Perhaps I should have called a vet.

Richard is himself again.

You had a rough time.

Let's see what takes.

You may have a slight concussion.

Do you feel sick?

No.

Dizzy?

No, only when I move my head.

Don't move it, then.

Better get straight into bed, and I'll
give you something to help you sleep.

Yes, but look, what about this amnesia?

Well, that could be consistent with the
state you're in.

I wonder what caused it, though.

Amnesia is sometimes psychotic.

Due to emotional strain, the mind retreats
from something it can't face up to.

Have you been under any particular stress
lately?

Domestic trouble, for instance?

No, a little.

Did you have a row with Julie just before
you left the house three weeks ago?

Yes, it so happens I did.

Do you still love her?

Yes, very much.

Well, it could be emotional conflict,
excessive strain, psychotic amnesia.

If necessary, I'll get
you down to the hospital

and let a mental
specialist look you over.

In the meantime, take it easy, and your
memory might return of its own accord.

Yes, that's what I'm hoping.

Well, don't bank on it.

Amnesia's a tricky thing.

Julie!

Take a couple of these before you go to
sleep.

I'll ring Julie in the morning and see how
you're getting on.

Thanks, cousin.

He needs you to look after him,
Julie.

Make sure he gets to bed.

Just a little light food.

And if it's any comfort to you,
I think he's telling the truth.

About his memory?

About everything.

He loves you, Julie.

I'll see myself out.

Do you?

You know I do.

Well, what about this Mavis thing?

I don't know any Mavis.

She knows you, that's for certain.

Oh, Julie, please!

Look, will you do something for me?

What?

Will you telephone the police?

Tell them I'm back.

Tell them I lost my memory, but I'm all
right.

Just get me taken off their books.

But, what are you afraid of?

I don't know.

I just don't want the police snooping
around me.

Julie, try and put yourself in my shoes.

Just stay in my place for a moment if you
can.

Can you imagine what it feels
like to come home covered

in bruises with a dead
man's card in your pocket?

A man who was murdered
when he was trying to find

you and you can't
remember anything about it?

Can you imagine what it feels like?

It must be awful.

It's just about the most inadequate thing
I've ever heard you say.

I'm sorry.

I resisted when you kissed me and you know
it.

Darling, I've just been in the garage.

Who's been polishing the car?

I have.

Why?

Well, it's how I thought you'd like to
find it when you came home.

Darling, must we have that tune quite so
early in the morning?

I seem to be hearing it all day long.

Where have you been hearing it?

Everywhere, I suppose.

It keeps going around in my head.

I even found myself whistling it while I
was shaving.

What's it called?

My Heart's the Lover.

Can you think of any special place where
you could have heard it?

No, why?

Well, it's only been out about ten days.

You mean there was no such tune at the
time I left home?

Well, if there was, nobody knew it.

It'd only just reached the top ten.

Hmm.

Well, I must have been moving in advanced
musical circles.

By the way, how's the dramatic society
going?

Oh, fine.

I've got a rehearsal tonight, but I can
cover it.

No, don't do that.

I'll be all right.

You're not going to the office.

Well, I told Bill I'd drop him,
but I shan't stay late.

But Jonathan said you mustn't.

Darling, there's a thing about doctors.

They love locking their patients in,
but I'm perfectly all right.

Darling, really, I am.

Mr. Logan.

How nice to see you back again.

How are you feeling?

Fine, thank you, Mary.

Mr. Underwood is in his room.

He said you might be coming in.

Oh, good.

I'll go in and see him.

Hello, Johnny.

Still fiddling the stamp book?

Hello there.

Hello.

Good to see you.

And you.

Back to the fold, eh?

Yes.

How's your memory?

Well, it sounds crazy,
but I can't remember a

thing that happened
during those three weeks.

All I know is I've got a sore head and I'm
covered in bruises.

Yeah, I know.

I rang Julia this morning and heard all
about it.

How about a glass of sherry?

Yeah, love it.

I know how Ellie, she must be feeling.

I remember when I first bailed out.

Landed in the middle of a bloody great
tree.

Got out of my harness.

Not a scratch.

Branch broke.

Down I went.

Slap on the top of my head.

Couldn't remember who I was when I came
to.

Couldn't remember which side I was
fighting for.

Took me an hour before I could remember my
name and number.

I know how you're feeling.

Cheers.

Cheers.

You shouldn't have come in this morning,
you know.

No, well, I'm not staying long.

I just came in to catch up on any business
there is and to borrow the office gun.

The office gun?

What for?

For my protection.

Well, those blokes that
beat me up and left me at

Wapping, they weren't
exactly friends of the family.

And they may not have finished with me
yet.

Well, how do you assume that if you can't
remember what happened?

Well, I don't know.

It's just a... well, it'd make me feel
better.

Right.

Seems a bit strange wandering around with
a gun in your pocket.

Still, I suppose I can't stop you.

It's your gun.

I hope you know how to fire it.

Yes, I think so.

You aim it at the target and then press
the trigger.

Safe to catch off first.

Oh, no, you idiot.

It's loaded.

Well, I'm sorry to give you all this extra
work, Bill.

I'm just going to catch up with some of
mine now.

That's all right, old boy.

You just hurry up and get well.

Thanks.

Mary, bring in the latest correspondence
files, will you?

Well, thank you for the flowers,
Mary.

I take it they are from you.

Yes, they are.

I went out and got them this morning when
Mr. Underwood said you were coming back.

Well, it was the best news I'd heard for a
long time.

Well, thank you very much.

I say, what's this?

I've got engaged.

Not to Ted Miller's?

That's right.

Well, well, persistence pays.

I hope you'll be very happy.

When's the wedding?

Oh, we haven't fixed a date yet,
but it won't be long.

You know, Ted's just bought a little shop
in the edge where I live.

Selling TV sets?

Mm-hmm.

And repairing them and musical instruments
and radios, too.

Well, I suppose you want to give up your
job now?

Oh, no, not right away.

You know, perhaps later.

Well, the glad news of my return has got
round fast.

Hello?

A lady has picked you, Mr. Logan.

She won't give her name.

Right, just a minute.

Thank you, Mary.

All right, put her through.

Hello?

Hello, darling.

Why did you telephone me at my home?

You should have told me about your wife.

How was I to know?

That's why I want to talk to you,
Mavis.

There are a lot of things to be explained.

I know, darling.

I want to see you, too.

I want to see you very much.

That's why I'm phoning.

Can you make it this afternoon?

What time?

Three o'clock.

Where?

At the cottage.

What cottage?

At our cottage, of course.

Darling, have you suddenly gone crazy or
something?

Well, that's why I want to talk to you.

You see, I've lost my memory.

Oh, darling.

Well, I'm sorry.

Perhaps you'd better tell me how to get to
the cottage.

It's on the road to Redhill, about a mile
from Purley.

You'll see a road on your left with a
signpost marked Latchford Cross.

You follow that road until you meet a lane
leading to your left.

It's called Nightingale Cottage.

The name is on the gate.

Nightingale Cottage.

Shall I repeat all that?

No, I've made a note of it.

I'll be there at three.

If you arrive first, just go in and wait
for me.

The doors will be open, as usual.

So wait for me in the living room.

That's the room on the right.

Be prompt, darling, won't you?

Yes, of course.

Bye, darling.

Goodbye.

Is anyone with Mr. Underwood, Mary?

Oh, yes, a man from the patent office has
just gone in.

It's about that new burglar-proof bag.

You tell him I've
decided not to stay today

after all, but I'll be
indefinitely tomorrow.

Mr. Logan?

Are you sure you'll feel all right?

Yes, I'm perfectly all right.

I just need a longer rest, that's all.

I'll see you tomorrow morning.

You will be careful, won't you,
sir?

Yes, I will.

Hello, Ted.

Congratulations, Mary's just been telling
me.

I hope you'll be very happy.

Oh, thanks.

We'll be very happy, provided we're left
alone.

I hear you've got a new shop.

I hope it'll be a great success.

Oh, it'll be a great success, all right.

Oh, by the way, just in
case Mary hasn't told you

yet, she won't be carrying
on once we get married.

I'm sorry to hear that, but I expect
she'll give me plenty of warning.

Oh, she'll do that, all right.

Well, I'll see if she's ready.

Darling, where are you?

I can't hear you.

Please speak to me.

Please.

What's the matter with your voice?

You sound so strange.

Darling, you've got to listen to me.

I'm in the most dreadful danger.

If you don't do what they want, they say
they'll kill me, and I know they mean it.

It's like a nightmare.

Listen, Logan!

Logan!

We've got your wife.

You can talk to her on the phone.

Right now.

Darling, I'm in the most dreadful danger.

If you don't do what they want, they say
they'll kill me, and I know they mean it.

They're ruthless, darling.

Absolutely ruthless.

I'm afraid.

I'm so afraid.

Richard!

I didn't hear you come in.

What's the matter?

You look dreadful.

Julie, what were you saying?

Say those words again.

What words?

About you being in some sort of danger
unless I did what someone wanted.

Unless you did?

Oh, darling, those were the lines from the
play, the one I'm rehearsing tonight.

Remember?

Have you ever said those words before in
my hearing?

No, you could never have heard them
before.

I only started to learn them about ten
days ago.

Darling, you look awful.

You shouldn't have gone out today.

Jonathan rang up when I told him you were
at the office.

He said you must be mad.

Oh, to hell with Jonathan.

Look, Julie, when I came in the room just
now, something happened.

I had a sort of mental flashback.

I was in a sort of cellar
place and you were

saying those words
to me on the telephone.

Those very words in the same voice that
you used a moment ago.

I think you ought to go straight to bed,
darling.

I'll send for Jonathan.

Julie, concentrate.

This is serious.

You must tell me.

Has anybody made you
say those words on the

telephone somewhere
in the last three weeks?

No, no.

You swear you're telling the truth?

Of course I'm telling the truth.

Jonathan must be right.

I am going mad.

But I did have a mental flashback.

How else could I recognise those words?

And I did recognise them.

Darling, you couldn't have recognised
those words.

You must have had some sort of a
brainstorm.

Oh, darling, please let me send for
Jonathan.

I don't want Jonathan.

He can't help me.

Look, Julie, could I have seen that play
or could I have read it?

No, you couldn't.

It was written by a new member of ours.

We're trying it out for him.

Darling, please just relax a little.

I'll go and make a cup of tea.

Darling, I'm sorry about
that scene upstairs,

but I thought I was
getting my memory back.

I got a bit too excited.

That's all right.

Richard, when did you get this?

Oh, this afternoon.

Well, I thought I needed a new one.

What did you do with the old one?

I left it in the shop.

Darling, it was a bit far gone,
wasn't it?

It wasn't all that bad.

Richard!

Look at your coat.

What on earth have you been doing?

How did you get into this state?

I had a fall.

Where?

Down the street on the way to lunch.

On the way to lunch?

Yes.

Darling, that was ages ago.

The man's not dry yet.

Isn't he?

Richard, you're behaving very strangely.

Won't you please tell me what this is all
about?

Darling, there's nothing to tell you.

Well, if that's going
to be your attitude,

there's nothing I can
do about it, is there?

Excuse me, does Jimmy Drake live here?

Yes, what's he been up to now?

He hasn't been up to anything.

As a matter of fact, he helped me last
night when I had an accident.

I wondered if I could have a word with
him.

Oh, yes, he told me all about it.

Hey, Jimmy!

Someone to see you.

Now, you be careful with my Jimmy.

I don't want him mixed up with nothing.

Oh, he won't get mixed up with anything,
I promise you.

Oh, hello, mister.

You feeling bad?

Oh, fine, thanks, Jimmy.

Look, I've got to go.

Look, Jimmy, I'm trying to find out how I
landed on that bombsite last night,

because the blow I got on the back of the
head has caused me to lose my memory.

Did you talk to your chums?

Yeah, yeah, I told them.

See, you was lying on the ground and there
were two blokes bending over you.

And there was a car
parked nearby and when the

men saw the gang, they
ran off and drove away.

Why didn't the gang come and help me?

Well, they thought you was a stiff.

See, there was a stiff on
that same spot a couple

of nights back and the
boys can't look quick.

They tell that to the police?

No fear.

No one talks to the police around here
unless they have to.

Did you recognize the men again?

No, no, it was too dark
to see their faces, but one

of them was a tall guy, the
other was short and dumpy.

Did they get the car number?

No, but they think it was a Mercedes,
a grey one.

So there were two men, a tall one,
a short one and a grey Mercedes.

Is that all they know?

Yeah.

Well, thanks very much, Jimmy.

I think they may have saved my life.

Look, I want you to give the boys a
blowout.

Have one yourself.

Thanks, mister.

Thank you, Jimmy.

Jonathan, I really am worried.

Apart from this voice thing, I got back
from rehearsal today and I found a note

from Richard saying that
he'd gone out again and he

wouldn't be long and
it's now nearly ten o'clock.

Oh, wait a minute, I think I can hear him
coming.

Oh, yes, it is him.

I'll be all right now.

I'll see you first thing in the morning.

Goodbye, Jonathan.

Richard!

Oh, Julie, you're back early.

I thought I'd beat you to it.

Richard, look at your coat again.

What's the matter with it?

Well, darling, just look at it.

What on earth have you been doing?

I've been out a whopping.

I thought I might get another flash of
memory if I saw that bombsite again.

Did you?

No.

Well, what were you doing, lying in it and
rolling or something?

I got knocked over by a car.

I fell getting out of the way.

Oh, darling, I wish you wouldn't go out
again till you're better.

Look, I'm all right.

You can't be.

Now, give me that coat.

Now, get it clean again.

My goodness, what a waste.

What have you got on the bed?

Oh, it's nothing.

Is it loaded?

Yes.

What have you got it for?

It's all right.

There's nothing wrong.

It's just the office gown, that's all.

I didn't know you had a gown at the
office.

What do you have that for?

Well, when you specialize
in designing safes,

you attract some rather
peculiar customers.

Luckily, we've never had to use it.

Bill keeps it in the safe.

Are you telling me the truth?

But not all of it.

I've got the gun for my own protection.

I took rather a beating up, Julie.

That's how I lost my memory.

I'm sorry.

Don't you trust me?

I don't know what to think.

Look, Julie, I'm trying to find my way
back.

Back to that day three weeks ago when I
left the bank.

It could be dangerous.

Yes, I know.

I wish you'd go to the police,
darling.

Julie, I can't go to the police.

You must see that.

Not until I find out what happened to
Carter.

You'd do the same in my place.

I suppose I would.

Good.

Well, look, let's have something to eat,
shall we?

I'm ravenous.

Richard, where were you all day yesterday?

At the office.

All day?

Most of the time.

I had one or two customers to see.

Pearly, where?

Darling, what's on your mind?

There's your hat.

Darling, don't be silly.

There are thousands of hats like that.

Also, it says here... A farm worker
who heard the explosion just after 3 p.m.

stated that he saw a red
and white Hillman car being

driven away from the lane
where the cottage is situated.

It's just coincidence.

Coincidence?

Your hat is the same
size, the same color,

and was bought at the
same place as this one.

Darling, it's a popular size.

It's a very common color, and there are
thousands of hats made like that.

The police will be inundated with calls.

Including one from me.

Darling, you wouldn't do a thing like that
to me.

You know I must have a
very good reason for not

wanting to have anything
to do with the police.

I wish you'd tell me what this is all
about, Richard.

If only I knew what it was about myself.

You love me, Julie.

You know I do.

Then you must trust me.

I haven't done anything criminal.

At least, not as far as I know.

And as soon as I do know, I'll tell you
everything.

Who's that?

Mr. Jonathan.

What's he want?

I sent for him.

What on earth for?

I'm perfectly all right.

Richard, you are not all right.

I... I told him about your hallucination.

About the play, I mean.

Please, darling, do see him.

Hello, Jonathan.

Sorry I'm a bit early, Julie.

I've got a lot to do.

Hello, old son.

How are you this morning?

Right as rain.

Except your memory.

Well, that's coming back.

I had a curtain raiser yesterday.

Yes, Julie told me.

I'm all right and don't need any doctor.

Look, I didn't come here to waste time.

I've got patients dying.

That I can believe.

Full of high spirits this morning,
aren't you?

That's because you're scared.

Scared?

What of?

Me.

You're scared.

I'll uncover what you're scared of.

And that's just what I mean to do.

Leave us alone for a minute, will you,
Julie?

Yes, of course.

Julie seems to have told you everything.

She doesn't believe me.

After she phoned, I sat up half the night
worrying about you.

We've known each
other pretty well over the

years and I think I know
what's frightening you.

And first, tell me, is it medically possible
for me to have a true mental flashback?

Or did I just imagine it?

It could be true.

Or it could be a fantasy born of a
disordered mind.

What are you hiding?

Why are you afraid?

Carter, the private detective who Julie
sent to find me, was murdered.

I'm afraid I may have killed him.

No, you're not.

You answer that much too glibly.

You know you're not a killer.

You may be afraid that they'll try and pin
Carter's death on you.

But what you really fear is something much
deeper down.

Shall I tell you what it is?

If you can.

I think I can.

You think you've been in the
hands of a gang of criminals

and that you may have been
of a certain service to them.

Richard, you always got a kick out of
opening safes.

But you always had a
fear that one day you

might descend to using
your gifts the wrong way.

So you think you may have opened one for
this gang that kidnapped you?

Yes.

But you want to assure yourself that you
didn't do it willingly.

That they had to beat you up and threaten
you through Julie before you'd give in.

Hence the fantasy about the voice on the
telephone.

But it was Julie's voice.

Which she denies.

Yes.

What am I going to do about it?

Well, I don't know.

That's something you'll have to sort out
for yourself.

Of course, they may have got somebody to
phone you up and imitate Julie's voice.

Julie, I'm off.

Well, thank you, Jonathan.

Don't thank me.

Just pay my bill on time.

Oh, look at her, Richard.

Isn't she beautiful?

Oh, she doth teach the torches to burn
bright.

It seems she hangs upon the cheek of night
like a rich jewel in an Ethiop's ear.

Romeo and Juliet.

Oh, Jonathan, please.

Seriously, Richard, I'm a hunch that that
quotation should remind you of something.

Remind me of what?

I'm not going to say because I may be on
the wrong track.

But if you think about it,
if you think about it very

hard, it might bring your
memory back quite quickly.

Bye.

What did he mean by all that?

He was just being very enigmatic.

What did he say to you in there?

He told me I'd have to work things out for
myself.

By the way, Julie, have there been any
sensational robberies in the last few weeks?

Oh, I don't know, you know.

I never read that sort of thing.

No, it doesn't matter.

I can check up at the office.

We keep a press file on safe robberies.

Oh, Mary, is the press file up to date?

Yes, up to yesterday.

Is there any chance a robbery could have
been missed?

No, we go through the newspapers very
carefully.

If one of us misses something,
the others are sure to pick it up.

Right, thank you, Mary.

You're welcome.

Get me Robert Fordyce, will you?

LCC, County Hall, Westminster.

Thank you.

Hello.

Bob, it's Dick Logan.

Hello, Dick.

How are you?

Fine, thanks.

Can you trace the owner of a grey Mercedes
with a London registration number?

Probably, so long as I won't be sticking
my neck out.

No, you won't be.

It'll be quite confidential.

Fair enough.

What's the number?

L-A-K-5-O-5.

5-0-5.

Right, I'll ring you back as soon as I
can.

Thanks, Bob.

Oh, she doth teach the torches to burn
bright.

It seems she hangs upon the cheek of night
Like a rich jewel beneath the oak's ear.

Torches to burn bright, cheek of night.

A rich jewel beneath the oak's ear.

In an Ethiop's ear.

In an Ethiop's ear.

In an Ethiop's ear.

Ethiop's ear.

Logan!

Yes, son?

We got your wife!

Hello?

Oh, Dick, Bob Fordyce here again.

I've traced that number for you.

The car is registered with a Mr. Clifton
Conrad.

The address is the Blue Baboon.

Blue Baboon, got that?

Alder Street, Soho.

Some kind of a nightclub, I suppose.

Thanks, Bob.

I'll tell you all about it when I see you.

Give me a ring.

We'll make a date for lunch.

All right, we'll do that.

Goodbye and thanks again.

What can I do for you?

I notice you have a room to let.

I've got an artist friend who's looking
for a studio.

Sorry, old boy.

I'm afraid you've missed the boat.

I've just let it.

To an artist?

Well, he didn't look like one.

He wants to start a photographic studio.

He wasn't a short, hard-looking man
wearing a brown coat and hat.

Well, that's him.

But how do you know?

I saw him coming out of the building
earlier on.

I thought I knew his face.

His name wasn't Conrad, by any chance?

No, Clifton.

Gregory Clifton.

I must have been mistaken.

When's he moving in?

Well, you didn't say, but the place is
empty and he can move in any time.

He's got the keys.

Oh, that's the place over there.

Too bad you missed it, old boy.

Yes, well, thanks anyway.

Goodbye.

Bye-bye.

Thank you.

Julie, what's the matter with you?

You've been sitting
around with a long-suffering

expression ever since
I came in this evening.

Well, you ought to know what's the matter
with me.

Ought I?

If you have a guilty conscience,
that will tell you.

I haven't got a guilty conscience.

Don't keep on.

You've been lying to me.

You were lying to me about that hat.

I was sure that was your
hat in the photograph, so

I phoned the people you
bought the new one from.

They said you were not
wearing a hat when you went into

the shop and you certainly
didn't leave one with them.

What did you have to do with the blowing
up of that cottage?

I was supposed to be inside it when it
blew up.

What?

Oh, forgive me, Julie.

I didn't want to upset you.

I think I'd better tell you everything
that's happened within the last two days.

I know it's not much to look at,
darling, but he has got stacks of money.

After all, you can't have everything.

The atmosphere of this place is quite
adulterous.

Well, as long as it's not murderous,
I don't mind.

I'm still not sure they ought to have
brought you here.

Oh, darling, do you know what I mean?

Don't be silly.

We agreed.

We're in this together.

Now, if this man, Conrad, is the man you
think tried to run you down in this car,

and he owns this place,
he could easily have kept

you prisoner in one of
the cellars below here.

That's where you'd have heard my heart's
the lover.

Do you get the sort of feeling that you've
ever been here before?

No, I'm sure I haven't.

You look rather nasty looking like you
were by the door.

You could easily have been the driver of
the Mercedes.

What makes you think so?

I don't know.

There's just something about him.

Oh, it's quite a place you've got here.

Who owns it?

The boss.

Who's the boss?

The bloke who owns it.

Oh, that's full circle.

Now let's get back to the centre.

What's the owner's name?

First ruler of the nightclub, sir.

Never discuss your employers.

I'm sorry.

It's just that I was interested,
that's all.

Well, I could give you a clue.

His name's the same as a Polish sailor
that wrote books.

There he is, sir.

Just over there by the side of the bank.

It means the waiter has literary
pretensions and the owner's name is Conrad.

I wonder why he changed his name to rent
that studio.

Yes, he was definitely the man that drove
away in the Mercedes outside my office.

Well, that doesn't get us anywhere.

There are heaps of Mercedes around.

I

have a feeling it's going to be a little
dangerous in here.

I suggest we get out.

Oh, don't be silly.

With all these people here, nothing could
possibly happen.

Anyway, they're playing your tune.

Yes, that's very comforting.

Can tunes make a call?

Come on, let's dance.

I'm sitting in the corner and she knows
me.

Are you sure?

Yes, get her to the powder room for a few
minutes.

I'm going to ask her to dance with me.

Oh, darling, must you?

Yes, I suppose you must.

Good luck, darling.

Thank you.

May I have this dance?

Yes, ma'am.

Mavis, my name's Helen.

Helen Rochester.

Oh, you live at Nightingale Cottage.

Where's that?

Look, Mavis, I know enough to go to the
police.

How much do you know?

I know that you are an accessory to
attempted murder.

I didn't know it was murder.

I just thought they wanted to get a hold
of you again.

You really think the police will believe
that?

Does it have to be the police?

Would they do anything to keep the police
away from me?

Including answering a few questions?

I'd say anything.

For goodness sake, stop looking so fear.

Look as though you enjoy dancing with me.

Bruno's watching us.

Who's Bruno?

That type over by the door.

Don't you remember?

Not a very attractive looking bloke,
is he?

Well, you should know.

Oh, haven't you recovered your memory yet?

Not completely.

How do you know me, then?

Oh, one scene never forgotten.

You can come to my place tomorrow.

What's wrong with tonight?

It won't be convenient tonight.

You mean because of Conrad?

I said it won't be convenient.

All right, then where is it and what time?

Four ten o'clock in the morning.

Number 14 Stillwell
Mansions, that's on the

left of Gloucester Road
near the air terminal.

Got that?

Yes, I've got it.

But you just make sure that you don't talk
to anyone.

Don't worry, I won't.

I want to be rid of the whole business.

Can you keep the police out on it?

Well, that rather depends on you,
doesn't it?

Have a good time?

We're smashing.

That was our Mavis.

What?

It's all right, darling, there's nothing
to worry about.

We'll have one more dance and get out of
here before our luck changes.

Then I'll tell you all about it.

I wish you'd tell the police about it,
Richard.

I wish I could too, but I daren't.

What I can't work out is how those people
know I've lost my memory.

And they do know, because
the whole business of my visit

to the poor woman of that
cottage is based on that.

And how they could possibly have known the
first morning after my return.

Well, somebody must have told them.

The only people that knew were you and
Jonathan.

And Bill Underwood, who told him on the
phone.

He would have told them the whole story.

Yes, I know, that's what's worrying me.

I think somebody at the office is behind
this whole business.

If it had been somebody at
the office and there'd been a

big safe robbery, they wouldn't
want you to know about it.

So they could have
taken the cuttings out of the

office files when they knew
that you were coming back.

You're right, I hadn't thought of that.

Why don't you go to a newspaper office and
look it up in their files?

That's a very good idea.

I'll ring Peter Mayhew at the Express.

There you are.

Help yourself.

Which particular section do you want?

Safe robberies.

I thought you kept files on those.

I've been away and I think ours are
incomplete.

We've had the tastiest safe robbery for
years in here.

Which one's that?

The Ethiope's ear.

The what?

Don't tell me you haven't heard of the
theft of the Ethiope's ear.

I've been away.

It's a classic.

A diamond worth a cool 250,000 quid locked
up in a supposedly burglar-proof safe.

Yet some smart operator
opens the safe, gets away

with the diamond and
2,000 quid in cash as well.

Where was this?

It was at Herbert Tuscan's place in
Sussex.

The police are completely baffled by it.

They've been looking for days.

Well, that was quite a robbery.

No wonder you didn't know about it.

It was one of your safes.

Yes, we put it in about three years ago.

It'd have a pretty complicated lock,
wouldn't it?

Yes, it was a keyless
combination lock that would

jam if they tried to
open it with explosives.

I understand whoever did this job took the
whole lock to pieces.

It must have taken him hours.

He had all night to do it, him.

You know something about this,
don't you?

Yes, Peter, maybe I do, but at the moment
it's just a guess.

The moment I know anything's sure,
I'll give you the exclusive story.

That's a promise.

Thanks for your help.

Goodbye.

What are you doing here?

Making arrangements to meet Mary for this
evening.

That's all right, isn't it?

Yes, that's all right, as long as you're
not keeping Mary from her work.

Oh, he's not doing that, Mr. Logan,
really.

I'll wait for you downstairs, okay?

Mary, come in, will you?

I'll bring the press file.

Mary, you told me that file was up to
date.

So it is.

Will you have a look
back over the last three

weeks and tell me if
there's anything missing?

That's funny.

There are several cuttings missing.

All those about the diamond robbery from
Sir Herbert Toscan.

Mm-hmm.

Who could have taken them?

I have no idea.

Have you asked Mr. Underwood?

Not yet.

Wasn't you by any chance?

I took nothing out of this file,
Mr. Logan.

I wouldn't have any reason to.

Has Ted Mellis had any access to that
file?

Certainly not.

Well, I mean, he's always dropping in
here.

He had a chance to pick
it up and take anything

out of it while he
was waiting for you.

No, he couldn't.

It's never left lying around.

Mm.

How long have you known him?

About a year.

What's all this about?

What have you got against him?

Oh, I haven't anything against him.

I'm just wondering how the cuttings got
out of that file.

They must have been removed by someone in
this office.

That's all, Mary.

Thank you very much.

Hello, old boy.

I didn't expect you in today.

Feeling more your old self?

Yes, feeling much better.

Look, Bill, why didn't you tell me about
the theft of the Ethiopia diamond?

Well, I never had occasion to.

It was all over and done with while you
were away.

Besides, it's all in the press cutting
book.

No, it isn't.

All references to the robbery have been
taken away.

Damn it, I saw it in the file myself.

But it's not there now.

Have you questioned the staff?

No, I've just started asking about it.

Oh, I don't understand it.

Oh, well.

Oh, old Sir Herbert Tuscan phoned the
morning after the robbery.

He's going to Suez.

I calmed him down.

I told him we never guarantee
that our safes couldn't

be opened, only that they
can't be opened easily.

In the afternoon, Lord Barnsford called.

He'd read about the robbery and was
worried about the safe we'd put in for him.

Ah, yes, he had the later model with the
little extra.

I reminded him of that.

He went away quite happily.

Look, Bill, I want you to be patient with
me for the next few days.

I know I haven't been pulling my weight in
the office, but...

well, I'm not firing on all cylinders yet.

That's all right, old boy.

You've had a nasty prank and it's going to
take a while to straighten you out.

Why don't you take Julie away for a
holiday for a few days?

Don't tempt me.

The thing I've got to do is to get my
memory back.

And the only place I can do that is in
familiar surroundings.

I'll see you.

Right.

That isn't loaded, but this is.

I'm going to kill you, Bruno, unless you
answer some questions.

You won't use that.

Too scared of the consequences.

You're playing out of class.

Am I?

Well, you just move in this direction and
see.

You won't fire that.

I bet you're standing there just
terrified.

Now, look at me.

I'm relaxed.

Get moving.

Where's Bruno?

He took a dive.

Yet?

Well, it was 80 feet down.

Now, get moving.

Drive to the blue baboon and don't try
anything amusing.

Why did you kill Carter?

I never laid a finger on Carter.

Who did then?

You did.

You killed Carter.

I don't believe you.

I'm speaking the truth.

They tried to stop you, but you knifed him
before we could do a thing.

Remember that if you're thinking of going
to the police.

What now?

The place doesn't open till 8 o'clock.

You've got a key.

Get out and open it.

I was only going to get myself a cigar.

You can do without a cigar.

Now, Conrad, you're going to tell me why I
was kidnapped.

And if you show any
reluctance or if I think

you're lying, I shan't
hesitate to use this.

Quite the desperado, aren't you?

How much do you remember?

Not much yet.

What I can't remember, I've been able to
reconstruct.

I'm going to tell you what I think happened
and you can correct me if I go wrong.

Correct?

I need a good laugh.

But first of all, I've got some questions
that I want the answers to.

Who in my office told you about me?

How did you find out so quickly that I'd
lost my memory?

Who's the man that talks in a whisper?

And what did you make me do while I was in
your hands?

You want to know quite a lot, don't you?

Yes.

But first, how did you find out...

Taxi!

Where to, sir?

What?

Where to?

47 Livingston Street.

Taxi!

Where to, sir?

Taxi!

Taxi!

Taxi!

How do you feel?

Who, you?

Bruno, we must make Mr. Logan more
comfortable.

A pillow, a mattress, some blankets,
and a razor.

So that each morning he can shave.

We must keep him in good heart.

Whatever you're up to, you're wasting your
time.

Oh, don't be so hasty, Mr. Logan.

What would you say to a little present of
10,000 pounds?

What for?

For services, Renter.

What services?

Some time ago, your firm installed a safe
in the home of Sir Herbert Tuscan.

So?

So, would you open it for us?

For 10,000 pounds?

No.

10,000 pounds.

You'll wait 10 days.

The police won't connect you with it.

10,000 pounds.

10,000.

Was that nice?

Think of all the girls you could have with
10,000 pounds.

Including me.

Listen, Logan.

We've got your wife.

You can talk to her on the phone.

Go on, talk to her.

You there, Julie?

Darling, where are you?

So afraid.

That's enough.

Well?

Hey, look.

Here's some letters.

Take it, we'll tip it up later.

They are punk.

A present for you.

What happened to my wife?

She'll be okay, sonny.

She'll be back home waiting for you.

When are you going to let me go?

In a few days, when the hunt's over.

We don't want the cops getting on to you.

Or us.

Who's there?

Who are you first?

My name's Logan.

Good.

My name's Carter.

I'm a private detective employed by your
wife to find you.

This is the address.

Carter, are you there?

He's out there, all right.

But he's not here.

He's not talking.

Bruno looked after him.

The big rescue act's over.

So you can go to bye-byes.

We're here, sir.

Aren't you feeling well, sir?

I never felt better in my life.

There we are.

Thank you.

Thank you, sir.

Julie!

Julie!

I've remembered!

Have you, my sweet?

Isn't that nice?

Leave it!

I'll take your coat.

We just missed you.

Naughty to try and escape like that.

But you see, we got a very fast car,
sonny boy.

Where's my wife?

This time, we've really got her.

Not just a crummy recording.

What do you mean, a recording?

A friend of ours took a tape recording of
her new show.

She's got a nice voice.

Where is she?

Where you were.

Maxi's just taken her down in the car.

What are you going to do with her?

That's up to you.

We were going to kill you in case you
recovered your memory and went to the police.

But we've changed our plans.

We need your help again.

We want the Barnsford Emeralds.

I suppose you got that tip from my office
again.

This time, we can't offer you hospitality.

The job must be done tonight.

And after I've done it, you'll kill me?

On the contrary.

We will reunite you with your wife.

We are leaving the country.

The Barnsford Emeralds won't be as easy to
get as the Ethiop's ear.

Why not?

It's the same kind of safe.

Oh, not quite.

Unless this safe is opened the right way,
a copper shutter slides across.

And to get at the
contents, you have to burn

through the shutter with
an oxy-acetylene lamp.

It'll take a long while.

Look, Sonny, we could make things very
unpleasant for your wife.

You wouldn't like that, would you?

Well, first, you must let me see that my
wife's all right.

Oh, that's understood.

Maxi will be here with the car in a
moment.

So, you got him?

Ted.

Good.

I shan't have to whisper no more.

Somehow, I'm not surprised.

Your wife's downstairs.

Do you want to join her?

Come on, get in.

Julie!

It's all right, now, darling.

I want my wife to go with me.

You can join your wife after you've done
the job.

Either my wife comes with me, or I don't
go.

Look, you do it, Maxi.

It's my way, or you won't have a wife.

It's as simple as that.

If you lay a finger on my wife,
nothing will induce me to open that safe.

Either she comes with me, or you kill us
both right now.

He means it.

Let him take her along.

It won't make any difference.

I'll look after her.

Anyway, he won't dare to double-cross us
if she's with us.

All right, all right.

Have it your own way.

I couldn't care less.

None of your funny tricks with the lock,
Sonny boy.

One of us will be right outside.

Look, darling, don't fret.

Whatever happens, wherever we go,
just keep your eyes on me.

Do you understand?

What the hell are you playing at?

Nothing's happened yet.

I can't find the right combination.

Look, if you're trying to pull anything,
just remember, your wife gets it first.

Is that understood?

Perfectly.

Well, do it the way you did it before.

All right, if you insist.

I've got to have a break.

You can take five minutes.

There you are, Sonny.

Fifty thousand quid in there, in lovely
green ice.

Oh, boy.

Shut up!

Quickly, the banner.

Blimey, didn't know it'd be that noisy.

Watch the door.

Hell, what's that?

Ah!

Oh, God.

It's a bit of after-sales service,
Lord.

There's something else I didn't tell you
about.

The burglar spends half the night trying
to get the safe door open.

Then he has to burn his way through the
shutter.

This sets off the alarm.

Stupid money!

I didn't know, Ted, I really didn't know.

All that work for nothing.

And to be caught at the end of it,
like you are.

Oh, sir, I caught these people robbing my
safe.

I think you know what to do.

This is my wife, Lord Barnsford.

Oh, all right, officer.

Your wife.

How do you do?

Now, Mr. Logan, I think
you'd better come into

the other room and
tell me the whole story.

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