All language subtitles for Affair.in.Trinidad.1952.1080p.BluRay.x265

MALE NARRATOR: Between North
and South America

lie the islands
of the Caribbean,
colorful and exotic.

Once remote and little known,

history is forcing
them out of obscurity

into the current
of world events.

Important among
these islands is the British
colony Trinidad.

(AMBULANCE BELL RINGING)

I'm looking for
Inspector Smythe.

He's down there, sir.
Thank you.

Inspector Smythe?

Smythe here.

Good evening, Inspector.

I'm Anderson, from
the American Consulate.

Oh, yes, Mr. Anderson.
You're a new arrival here.

Welcome
to Trinidad.
Thank you.

I've been
meaning to
call on you,

but I've been
so busy getting
settled.

Yes, of course.
I thought your Consulate
would want to be informed.

The young man's an American.

Neal Emery.
Artist chap.

Accident?

No. Suicide,
apparently.
Shot himself.

Good heavens.

Now, let's have
your light,
will you?

When did it happen?

We're not sure yet.

Those two fishermen
found him adrift in his boat
a few hours ago.

All right, boys,
you can go now.
Thank you very much.

Is there anything I can do?

Well, we've got
to break the news
to his wife.

She's also
an American.
Oh.

You can carry on.
I'll join you
at headquarters.

Get the medical
report through
as quickly as possible.

Yes, sir.
Well, shall
we go now?

Yes, of course.

Poor girl.
It seems awful
to have to wake her up

in the middle
of the night
to tell her this.

Don't let it
disturb you,
Mr. Anderson.

This hour of the night,
the poor girl is
usually wide awake.

To the Caribe.
The Caribe?

You mean she'd go to
a place like that?

She works there.

♪♪ (LATIN MUSIC PLAYING)

(PEOPLE CLAPPING)

Ah, Inspector,

once again you honor
the Caribe with
your presence.

An unavoidable
coincidence,
I assure you.

We came to see
Mrs. Emery.

Of course.
Everybody does.

You're just in time.

I give you a good table.

We're not here
to be entertained.

We want to talk to her.

Alone.

(BONGO PLAYING)

(PEOPLE CHATTERING)

MEN: ♪ A chick a chick
boom chick boom ♪

♪ A chick a chick
boom chick boom ♪

♪ Announces you're in the room
with the Trinidad Lady ♪

♪ A chick a chick
boom chick boom ♪

♪ A chick a chick
boom chick boom ♪

♪ Your ticker
goes boom boom boom
for the Trinidad Lady ♪

♪ It's only that
I do what I love ♪

♪ And love what I do ♪

♪ Can't help the mad desire ♪

♪ That's deep inside of you ♪

♪ You realize
the fault isn't mine ♪

♪ That you are to blame ♪

♪ You want what you can't have ♪

♪ And you're all the same ♪

MEN: ♪ A chick a chick
boom chick boom ♪

♪ A chick a chick
boom chick boom ♪

♪ It's dangerous to presume
with the Trinidad Lady ♪

♪ So chalk up
one more escapade
you never had ♪

♪ The one you dreamed of
with the Lady from Trinidad ♪

♪ It's only that
I do what I love ♪

♪ And love what I do ♪

♪ Can't help the mad desire ♪

♪ That's deep inside of you ♪

♪ You realize
the fault isn't mine ♪

♪ That you are to blame ♪

♪ You want what you can't have ♪

♪ And you're all the same ♪

MEN: ♪ A chick a chick
boom chick boom ♪

♪ A chick a chick
boom chick boom ♪

♪ A chick a chick
boom chick boom
is the Trinidad Lady ♪♪

(PEOPLE APPLAUDING)

Why would a man
kill himself
when he had...

(PEOPLE CHEERING)

Good evening.

I...
I know all about it.

You're lonely,
it's wonderful
to meet an American girl,

and couldn't I have
a drink with you
after the show?

Well, the answer's no.

If you're lonely,
go home to your wife.

This American girl
has to make a change.

Oh, but you
don't understand. I...
Oh, but I do.

Outside.

SMYTHE: Hello.

Mr. Anderson
of the American Consulate.

Am I being deported
or something?

No. We'd just
like to have
a chat with you.

Well, I don't
exactly have time for an
international conference,

so make it brief.

When did you last see
your husband?

This morning
at breakfast.
Why?

Did you talk to him?

Sure.

I asked him to pass me the salt.

Hmm, did he tell you
where he was going today?

CHRIS: I didn't know he
was going anyplace.
Well, he did,

and it's rather
important that
we know where.

CHRIS: I'll think
about it.
Drop by tomorrow.

I suggest you
think about it now.

'Cause if you're
trying to protect him...
Protect him from what?

Well, whatever it is,
there's no longer
any point.

He's dead.

(BONGO PLAYING)

♪♪ (LATIN MUSIC PLAYING)

How?

Suicide.

No.

I'm terribly sorry,
Mrs. Emery.

I'm afraid,
if you don't mind, I...

Did you hear everything
quite clearly, Mr. Wittol?

Uh, believe me,
Inspector, I was
only trying to help.

I said to myself,
"Chris is in trouble.
Maybe I can do something."

Yes, we all know
what a great heart
you have.

I'll have to ask you
to come down
to headquarters

to answer a few questions

and make identification.

We'll wait outside.

MAN ON PHONE: Yes, sir?
Get me the medical
examiner, please.

MEDICAL EXAMINER: Hello?

Hello, Doc?
Yes.

This is Smythe here.
Yes.

Have you got
anything for me
on the Emery case?

I haven't
had time yet.
Oh.

Well, get to it
as quickly
as possible, please.

Has the identification
been made?

Yes. His wife's
in there now.

(DOOR OPENING)
As soon
as she leaves...

Shall I wait?
SMYTHE: I'll call
you back.

Yes. Thanks.

Sit down, won't you?

Cigarette?

Thank you.

That's not
an easy ordeal
for anyone.

Funny, isn't it?

When a person dies,
you only remember
the good things.

Mrs. Emery,

do you know of any reason

why your husband
should have killed himself?

He'd been
very unhappy
for a long time.

Was there
any trouble
between you?

There was nothing between us.

We lived in the same house

for the past year,
but... but that's all.

Did he have
any particular
setback lately?

No.

No. Lately he acted
as if things were
going better for him.

Oh? What things?

He didn't tell me.

There were lots
of things he didn't
tell me.

Could they have
been something
to do with Mr. Fabian?

Max Fabian?

Yes. I believe he
and your husband

were closely associated.

But Mr. Fabian's
a wealthy man.

What business could
he have with Neal?

He was a friend
of his, that's all.

Your husband bought you
a rather expensive gift
about a month ago.

How could he afford it,
doing sketches for $1 each
at the Caribe?

He couldn't.
I made him
take it back.

Nevertheless,
he had the money
to pay for it.

Do you know where he got it?

He sold a painting.

To Max Fabian, of course.

Is that illegal?

No, but it is illogical.

I mean, Mr. Fabian
paying your husband
$1,000 for a painting.

He happened to like his work.

He's bought
paintings from
him before.

Doesn't $1,000 seem rather high

for the work
of an unknown artist?

All right.

If the money was
for something else,
tell me.

I'd like to know, too.

I was hoping you'd tell me.

After all,
you and Mr. Fabian
are very friendly.

He comes to
the café frequently
to see you.

Lots of people come to see me.

That's what I'm paid for.

SMYTHE: But you don't
sit at the table
with them,

nor become quite so intimate.

You are quite intimate
with Mr. Fabian, aren't you?

I think I've had
enough of this.
Mind if I go?

Inspector,
I don't think...
Very well.

There'll be
an inquest in
a couple of days.

That'll be all for now.

SMYTHE: By the way,

I wouldn't try
to leave the island
if I were you.

The planes and the boats
will be told to watch
for you.

Don't forget the sharks.
I might try to swim.

ANDERSON: Mrs. Emery.

I'll be right back.

Mrs. Emery.

Mrs. Emery, I'm sure
the Inspector
didn't mean to imply...

Those were bricks
falling, Mr. Anderson,
not innuendoes.

Well, if there's
any way the Consulate
can help...

No, thank you.

All I want to do
is get out
of here fast,

catch the first boat back home.

Are there any
friends or relatives
you'd like us to notify?

Well, there's...

No.

I guess not.

They tell me
Trinidad makes the rest

of the tropics
look like Callahan's
back yard.

Yes. It's very
beautiful.
Must be.

I have a kid brother
who came down here
five years ago

to paint a tropical moon.

He's still painting it.
Hmm.

Say, maybe you know him.
The name's Neal Emery.

Emery?
Yeah.

He's about my size.
He's a sort of a...

No. I... I don't
recognize the name.
Oh.

You down here on business?

Yes, business.

Come down here often?

Yes. No.

Once in a great while.

Things must be pickin' up.

I hadn't heard
from him for months,
and then all of a sudden I...

Excuse me.

Yeah.

Anything wrong?

I don't know.

But I hope he makes it.

I say, Jimmy,
why waste your
time with that?

Here comes the real thing.

PHOTOGRAPHER: May I have
one more, Mrs. Emery?

How about giving
a fellow American
a break, Mrs. Emery?

My name's Peters.
Freelance reporter.

I'd like to get
some details
on this story.

You know, American girl, ex-GI.

With pictures
of me doing
native dances?

Why not? We could both
pick up a few bucks.

Not interested.
Listen, baby,

you don't have
to put on an act
with me.

I've been in that
joint you work in.

I'm an old friend
of Mrs. Emery's.

If she needs an arm to lean on,

I think she'd prefer mine.

Sure. Sure,
whatever you say,
Mr. Fabian.

There'll be
no more of that.
I'll see to it.

Thank you, Max.

Why haven't
you let me come
to see you?

Why should
I bother you
with my troubles?

I was a friend of Neal's.
I'm still a friend of yours.

At least, I hope I am.

ANDERSON: Oh, Mrs. Emery?

Inspector Smythe
would like to see you,
if you please.

Of course.

Excuse me, will you, Max?

I'll wait for you.

Oh, I'll be
with you
in a minute.

Very well. Now,
sign there,
will you, please?

Oh, Mrs. Emery,
this is
Jefreemy Bates,

a fisherman
from the island
of Tobago.

He has some information for us.

Thank you.
That'll be all
for now.

We'll let you know
if we want you
to testify.

Yes, sir.

Do you happen
to have your
passport with you?

Yes.
May I have it,
please?

Mr. Anderson tells me
you're planning
to return to the States.

As soon as this is over.

Well, I can't say I blame you.

Your stay in Trinidad

hasn't been a happy one.

However, I'm afraid
I can't let you go.

Not just yet.

Perhaps not
for a very
long time.

Mr. Anderson, I...

Mrs. Emery, your husband
didn't commit suicide.
He was murdered.

Murdered?

SMYTHE: Yes.

According to
the medical examiner,

there were signs of a struggle.

He died of
a fractured skull,
not a bullet wound.

The gun was fired after death.

But who would want to kill Neal?

I have here a statement

made by the man who just left.

I'd like you to hear it.

"I, Jefreemy Bates, do declare

"that at 4:30
in the afternoon
of Monday last,

"I saw Neal Emery's boat
docked at the landing

"which adjoins
the estate
of Max Fabian.

"There was no one on board.

"I was in view of the landing

"for at least half an hour

"and during that time
saw no one approach

"or leave the boat."

4:30 in the afternoon,

approximately the time
at which your husband
was murdered.

You think Mr. Fabian...

SMYTHE: Or someone
in his employ.

But I... I can't
believe it.

He was a friend of Neal's.

Mrs. Emery,

if you knew
Max Fabian's
history,

you'd have no
trouble whatever
in believing it.

But... but
what reason
could he have?

As for his
precise reasons,
I'm not sure,

but we're certain
your husband was
involved with him,

and murder is very much

a part of
Mr. Fabian's
business.

He's caused
the death
of many thousands.

Oh, he's not
a criminal in
the ordinary sense.

Far from it.

He's a man
who deals in
political intrigue,

secret information, treason.

A man who
has grown rich
by exploiting

trouble and unrest
wherever they exist.

During the last war,
he recruited saboteurs
for the enemy.

He bought and sold
vital military information
for both sides.

However,
there's no need
to go on.

The important fact
is that Max Fabian
is now in the Caribbean

and, frankly, we're disturbed.

We have reason
to believe that he's
engaged in activities

that threaten our security.

Well, then, why don't
you arrest him?

Hmm, unfortunately,
we have no proof.

We can, however, arrest him

for the murder of your husband

and charge
that you were
the motive,

that he killed Neal
because he was
in love with you

and wanted to get rid of him.

It would be difficult
to convict him,

but at least we can try.

I realize it would be
a very ugly business
for you,

and I regret
to have to put you
through it,

however, I have no choice.

I hate to think
what tomorrow's
paper will look like.

By the time this is over,
I won't be able
to go back home.

There is an alternative,
Mrs. Emery.

Yes, there is.

And we'd much prefer it

if you could help us find out

exactly what Mr. Fabian
is doing in Trinidad.

Me?

How could I...

It's well known
that he finds you
most attractive.

SMYTHE: You could get us
the proof we need.

(DOORBELL RINGING)

Is this where Neal Emery lives?

Well, um, would you
tell him that
his brother's here?

Come in.

WITTOL: I Wittol, sir.

You are the owner of the Caribe?

Yes.
Full owner.

You knew
the deceased,
Neal Emery?

Very well.
An unhappy,
tragic boy.

He was
in your employ,
was he not?

We had arrangement, that's all.

WITTOL: I allowed him
to use my premises
for his sketching.

Purely out of friendship.

Inspector?

You were good friends, then, eh?

To give you an idea,

I let him run up
a bill at the bar,
almost $100.

Little secret from his wife.

Can you give me any reason

why Mr. Emery
should have
taken his life?

When a man wants
so much to be
a great painter

and has failed...

SMYTHE: You mean
he was despondent
about his work?

Many things.

To understand
Mr. Emery,

you must remember
he was an American.

It humiliated him
to be supported
by his wife.

WITTOL: It's a ridiculous
attitude, of course.

Why should he object
to such an arrangement?

Myself, when I was young,

I used to dream of such a thing.

Now, of course, it's too late.

(CROWD LAUGHING)

(GRAVEL BANGING)

JUDGE: That's all.
Thank you, Mr. Wittol.
You may step down.

Thank you.
Mrs. Emery,
please?

Mrs. Emery, we have
no wish to add
to your grief,

and we shall try
to conclude this hearing

as rapidly as possible.

You have heard Mr. Wittol
and the others

describe your husband's
state of mind.

Do you agree substantially
with what has been said?

Yes.

JUDGE: Do you have
anything to add?

No.

In your presence,
did your husband
ever speak of suicide?

CHRIS: Yes, many times.

Inspector Smythe?

Uh, no questions, sir.

JUDGE: That'll be all,
Mrs. Emery.

SMYTHE: We have
no further evidence
to present, sir.

Very well, then.

Since there
is nothing
to conflict

with the presumption of suicide,

this inquest rules

that the
deceased died
by his own hand.

This hearing is adjourned.

PHOTOGRAPHER:
Look this way,
Mr. Fabian.

MAN: Flowers?

Thank you.

Buy some flowers.

No.

Chris, the worst tortures
are those we invent
for ourselves.

You feel guilty about Neal?

Oh, I suppose so.

Don't. It was
not your fault.

You were very good to him.

He said as much
to me, many times.

Thank you, Max.

You must forget what's happened.

Your life is ahead of you now.

You deserve some happiness.

I want you to make me a promise.

I want you
to promise that
you'll let me help you.

I will, Max, only...

Well, right now,
I don't know what
I wanna do,

where I wanna go. I...

I just feel numb and tired.

Would you like to come in?

Everything thrives
in the tropics,
including gossip.

It might be better if I didn't.

You're a good friend, Max.

But in a few days,
perhaps you could come
to the house for dinner.

I'd like to.
Shall we say Sunday?

Sunday.

Goodbye.
And thank you.

(DOORBELL RINGING)

You're Steve.
Dominique told me.

And I know who you are.

I read about you in the paper.

What happened to him?

Can't we talk about it later?

We'll talk about it now.

Well, there... there were
so many things.

Not enough success...
I heard all that
at the inquest.

I wanna know what
really happened.

What's the matter,
you think I'm down
here by accident?

Neal wrote
and asked me to
come down here.

I got a letter
in my pocket
not five days old.

A letter?
STEVE: Yeah.

Why would he ask
me to come down here
and then kill himself?

But I...

Well, you remember
what he was like.

Temperamental, moody...
He was moody
for 30 years.

Now, will you stop
givin' me a lot
of double talk?

I want some answers
that make sense.

Look, I know you've
had a shock...
Yeah, but not you.

No, you walked
out of that inquest

like you were
on your way
to a cocktail party.

Just a minute.

What makes you think
you can rush in here
and talk to me like this?

CHRIS: What do you know
about me?

I just have to look
at you to know
what happened.

I can see how Neal
fell for a dame like you,

and I know the kind
of time you gave him.

It's too bad I got here
a few days too late.

A few days?

You got here
three years too late.

If you loved your
brother so much,

why didn't you
ever try to find out
what was happening to him?

CHRIS: No, you couldn't
do that!

But you walk in here
and take your guilty
conscience out on me.

Well, I won't listen to it.

I've had all I can stand of you

and your brother
and... and all of you!

DOMINIQUE: Since
you have hurt her,

you think you will feel better.

You were distressed
because you did
not find her

mourning in a black dress.

Widows have been
known to wear them.

Not in the tropics,
Mr. Emery.

Only Spanish women
wear the black
mourning here.

Hmm.

Well...

It is not appropriate
that you should
leave now.

You have said
too many bad things.

I think you will want
to apologize later.

Yeah, well, maybe you're right.

Maybe I did talk out of turn.

I don't know.

There are many things
you do not know.

I will bring you
a drink in the patio.

It is cooler there.

And you'll stay for dinner.

Why have you not eaten?

We weren't hungry.

No one can live on grief.

Yesterday is yesterday.
Tomorrow is tomorrow.

You left out today.

Today is already yesterday.

Chris, I hate to
keep apologizing, but...

It isn't necessary.

It was the letter that threw me.

I still don't understand it.

He sounded so happy,
so cheerful.

When I walked
into that inquest...

(TELEPHONE RINGING)

I'll take it.

Yes?

Mrs. Emery,
this is Inspector Smythe.

I have here
the arrival list
from the customs office.

There's a Steve Emery.

Could that by chance
be your husband's brother?

Yes, it is.

SMYTHE: You haven't
discussed anything with him

concerning your husband's death?

No, of course I haven't.

Good. Is he
with you now?
CHRIS: Yes.

Then I'll be brief.

Tell him nothing.
He must be kept out of this.
Do you understand?

Well, I'm not sure that I do.

Well, we can't
afford to take
any chances.

There's too much at stake.

If you'll just do as I ask.

And remember,
we're counting
on you.

I understand.

Goodbye.

The club where I work.

They want to know
when I'm coming back.

How long do
you think you'll
be here, Steve?

Thanks.

Well, Neal said
something about
a job down here,

so I figured
to stay for
some time.

But now...
May I see that?

Sure.

STEVE: Why would
he ask me to come
down here

if he didn't want me to know
what was going on?

What do you do, Steve?

I'm a flyer.

I can't imagine
what he had in mind.

He didn't say anything
to you about it?

No, he didn't.

Didn't even
mention I was
coming down here?

Maybe he wanted to surprise me.

He was like
a little boy
that way.

Yeah. Poor guy.

I did everything
I could for him,
Steve.

Sure.

I want you to believe that.

Well, look, it's getting late.

You've had a rough day.

Where are you going?

I don't know.
To find myself
a room somewhere.

Oh.

Well, I... I suppose
you could stay here
if you wanted to.

No, thanks.

I wouldn't want
to put you to
any trouble.

It's no trouble.

You could use Neal's room.

Neal's room?

Yes. It's right
over here.

I'm sure Dominique won't mind

turning down
another bed
for a few days.

Well, Dominique
seems to have
anticipated us.

She's got some kind
of mental radar.

She knows what
you're thinking
before you do.

Oh.

Does it seem all right?

Yes.
This is fine.

Thanks.

Chris?
Yes?

Good night.

Good night, Steve.

Say, Chris?

CHRIS: Yes?

What about you?
What are you
gonna do now?

Go back to my job.

Why?

Well, a girl has to live.

STEVE: Well, there's
other jobs,
other places.

Is there anythin'
else keepin'
you down here?

Not especially.

Who was the fellow
that... that brought
you home today?

Just a friend of Neal's.

Oh.

You know, I was thinkin',
if there's nothin'
to keep you down here,

maybe we can take
the same boat home, huh?

That would be nice, Steve,

but I've sort of
gotten used
to the tropics.

STEVE: Don't you
ever get homesick?

I mean, three years
is a long time.

I know.

I remember
coming home
after the war.

I flew a bomber in
from San Francisco.

I remember
when we passed
over Chicago,

my co-pilot had
all he could do
to keep me

from... from
setting that plane
right down

in the middle
of Michigan Boulevard.

(CHUCKLING)
Yeah, boy,
I had it real bad.

Hey, don't you ever
get a yen for a place
like that?

Oh, say, an old theatre
that you used to play in,

maybe a park
where you went
ice skatin'?

Think it over.

The States might
be just the thing
for you.

Anyhow, if you ever
do decide to come back,
look me up, huh?

You know, you picked up
a spare relative today.

Thank you, Steve.
I'll remember that.

Say, Chris, when did it happen?

When did what happen?

STEVE: Neal.

What was the date?

The 22nd.

CHRIS: Why?

Um, nothing,
nothing. I...

I was just wondering,
that's all.

♪♪ (MAN HUMMING)

Is Mr. Wittol in?

Yeah. He's in
the office.

You have an appointment?

In this joint?
You kiddin'?

What's your business?

It's all right.

Mr. Wittol has
no secrets from me.

He's been holding out on you.

It's all right.
Don't bother
to get up.

Yes?

This ought to cover the bill.

Don't make any more jokes.

What jokes?
What bill?
Who are you?

You remember a bill
my brother ran up
at your bar?

Or wasn't there any bill?

You? His brother?

Of course, of course, of course.

This is such
a pleasure
to meet you, Mr. Emery.

Of course,
under circumstances,
an unhappy pleasure.

Tell me, when did you arrive?

What you doing in Trinidad?

You have... You have
business here?

I'll ask the questions.

What happened that day?

That day?
Oh, oh.

Nothing. Just a day like
any other day. Why?

You buried him
too deep
at that inquest.

Look, Mr. Emery, with me
there is no necessity
to shoot in the dark.

If I knew something,
I'd tell you.

What was the job
he had for me
down here?

Job? What job?

Your brother had
a job for someone?

He was trying
to make an impression.

Believe me.

You're lying.
Wait.

Where are
you going?
To the police.

No. Please, wait.
Don't.

All right. I see you are
too intelligent
to accept a half-truth.

It's a matter of gallantry.

Besides, for me
she's a valuable
investment.

You talkin' about his wife?

Ah, so you've met her?

That makes it difficult.

Makes what difficult?

You have seen her
quiet, dignified,
soft and demure.

But if you had
seen her as I have,

night after night, dancing,

stirring men's blood...

Look, will you
cut out the poetry?

Please,
Mr. Emery,

you must realize
she is not just
a woman,

some woman,
she's Woman
with capital "W."

How could any man
feel that he possessed
her completely?

Is such a thing possible?

You mean she was playin' around?

Ah, you see,

you are already
imagining and
you are angry.

American attitude.

Never trust
a beautiful woman.
Typical.

Was she
or wasn't she?
Oh, I...

Who was the guy?

Guy? What guy?

There was no guy.
This is what
I'm trying to tell you.

When a man is
married to a goddess,

he must expect
other men
to worship her.

This killed him.

This fact he couldn't accept.

What I told you now
is the truth. Believe me.

Hello. May I speak
to Mr. Fabian, please?

Where did
he go?
Out.

Well, didn't he say where?

No, just out.

Do you like him?

Well, he seems very nice.

Well, I like him.

That's good.

This one is a man.

The other was a shadow of him.

Well, I hadn't
thought much
about it.

Maybe it
is appropriate
that you should.

I shock you, perhaps?

When one day is over,
another day begins.

West Indian proverb?

West Indian household hint.

Good morning.

Morning.

Where've you been?

Oh, I was takin' a walk.

How do you feel
this morning?
Better, thanks.

Fine. Fine.

Where did
you walk to?
Oh, here and there.

Well, it isn't a secret, is it?

No, it's no secret at all.

As a matter of fact,
I hired a car
for a few days.

I thought I'd let
you show me the island.

I thought you were
leaving right away.

Well, I changed my mind.

See, I figured
if I stayed around
for a while,

it would give us
a chance to get
better acquainted.

You don't seem
very pleased about it.

Well, of course I am.

Well, fine.
You wanna get started,
make a day of it, hmm?

Well, I'm not much
in the mood for
sightseeing, Steve. I...

DOMINIQUE: It will
be good for you.

And you'll need these.

Do I take a liberty?

It is the prerogative

of a good
and loyal servant
to be impertinent.

I wouldn't
fight with her
if I were you.

She's got radar, remember, hmm?

MAN ON HORSE: Hello!

You having fun?

(CHUCKLING)

Thanks, Steve.

What for?

For helping me to remember how.

What's that all about, huh?

Oh, I was just thinking.

I've had three wonderful days.

I'm glad you decided to stay

and get acquainted.

So am I.

(BOTH LAUGHING)

Thanks.

Dominique, you've got
two starving people
on your hands.

Have you anything to eat?

MAX: Hello, Chris.

Max.
I couldn't
deny myself

the pleasure
of seeing you
any longer.

Well, I...
I hope you don't mind
my dropping in.

Oh, no, of course not.

I'm just surprised
to see you,
that's all.

Well, good.
For a moment
I thought it was dismay.

You're Neal's brother.

Yeah, that's right.

I'd heard you were in Trinidad.

Well.

Chris, aren't
you going to
introduce us?

Oh, I'm sorry.

This is Mr. Fabian,
Steve, a friend
of Neal's.

How do you do,
Mr. Emery?

Hi.
MAX: I'm very glad
you're here.

You know,
the last time
I saw Chris,

I was quite worried about her.

She seemed
so terribly
shaken up.

But now, I don't think
I've ever seen her
looking more radiant.

You're to be complimented.

Oh, Chris, perhaps
Mr. Emery could join us
for dinner tonight.

Oh, but didn't
you get my
message, Max?

Message? No.

Yes. I... I left word
I couldn't make it.
Hmm?

Well, you see,
with Steve here,
I thought...

Well, bring him along
by all means.

I'd like him to see my house.

Oh, did Chris tell you
that I own several
of Neal's paintings?

No. She hasn't
said much
about you.

Well, I don't know
whether to feel
hurt or flattered.

But you will come, won't you?

Yeah.

Yeah, I'd like to.

Good.
It's settled, then.

My car will pick
you up at 6:00.
I'll let myself out.

(DOG BARKING)

Looks like he wants
somebody to eat.

Oh, good evening.

CHRIS: Good evening.

Won't you go into
the living room?

Mr. Fabian will be
down in a moment.

Thank you.

Well, I didn't know
you and Neal had
such rich friends.

MAX: You're quite
right, Mr. Emery.

I do have a lot of money.

But I...

Well, I hope it won't be

a barrier between us.

Why should it be?

I have no objection to money.

Chris, my dear.
Hello, Max.

How beautiful you are tonight.

Thank you.

I think you look
lovelier in this color
than any other.

Don't you agree,
Mr. Emery?

Well, there are a few shades

that I haven't seen her in yet.

You have a treat in store.

I mixed the cocktails
myself this evening.

You'll have
the usual,
won't you, Chris?

Yes, I will.
And you, Mr. Emery,
what would you like?

Oh, I'll have some
of the usual, too.

Hans.

How are you finding Trinidad?

Very nice place to relax,

except that
I came down
here to work.

Hey, maybe you can help me.

You know,
my brother wrote
about a job,

but nobody around
here seems to know
anything about it.

Didn't he mention it to you?

No, I don't believe he ever did,

but then, I hadn't seen Neal

for quite
a few weeks
before... Ah.

Chris?

STEVE: Thank you.

You going to be
with us much longer,
Mr. Emery?

Oh, I haven't
quite made up
my mind.

To your stay, then,
however long.

May it be a pleasant one.

Gets more fascinating
every minute.

Chris, I brought my chef
across half a dozen borders.

If that dessert
goes back untouched,

he may start re-crossing them.

Why, it's... it's
delicious, Max,

but I... I've eaten
so much tonight.

It seems to me
you've eaten
very little.

And you, Mr. Emery,

I'm afraid my chef hasn't
made much of an impression
on you, either.

Oh, I'm impressed,
all right.
With everything.

Especially with
this coat of arms.

Has that been
in your family
a long time?

I have no family.
But all my friends
said I deserved one,

so I invented
that crest. Why?

Nothing.

I just have a feeling
I've seen it
somewhere before.

Well, shall we
have our brandy
on the terrace?

(DOG BARKING)

Excuse me.

WALTERS: Rotten,
corrupted, decadent!

Why, it is intolerable
that we should be
forced to deal with you.

No, it's you
who are
intolerable.

Intolerably
stupid, dull,
overbearing...

Veronica, please.

Mr. Walters,
I must ask you
to refrain

from addressing
my wife in such
a manner.

WALTERS: Oh, I address
your wife as
she deserves.

Drunk in every
cheap bar
in Havana.

She's no
better than a...
My dear, please.

Oh, shut up.
Why make a scene?

You dare?
You dare to slap
my face?

Slap your face?
I ought to claw
your eyes out.

MAX: Veronica,
Walters.

Be quiet, all of you.

There are
other people
in the house.

Really?
What people?

Should we have
come earlier, Max,
or later?

You're not
supposed to return
till tomorrow.

Why have you come back tonight?

Because I insisted on it.

I told them, Max.
I told them
we shouldn't.

MAX: Never mind
now, Franz.

Since you are here,
I suggest you come in
and meet my friends.

And try to appear normal.

I'm afraid
it sounded like
a native uprising,

but it was only my houseguests

returning from a long journey.

This is Mrs. Huebling.
Mrs. Emery.

Oh, how do you do,
Mrs. Emery?

And her brother-in-law.

I heard so much about you.

I hope we're not
too late for
the floor show.

When does it go on?

Well, it
seems to be
on right now.

Why, Max, she's witty as well.

How nice for you.

I must apologize for Veronica.

She has a tendency to be rude

when she's tired.

I'm not tired.
I'm slightly
drunk.

Oh, hello.

Max didn't
tell me anything
about you.

Veronica, my dear.

Oh, stop picking
at me like a sparrow.

What a wonderful world.

At 7:00 this evening,
we're all hating
each other in Jamaica,

and now, only three hours later,

we're loathing
each other
in Trinidad.

Thank you, Max.

Veronica,
some people are
mellowed by drink.

I suggest you have another.

Thank you, darling.
I will.

But I'm not
promising
to pass out.

Oh!

Thank you.

Veronica.

Excuse me.

This is my good
friend Peter Bronec.
How do you do?

Mr. Emery,
Mr. Bronec.

Yes, we came
down on the plane
together.

Oh?

STEVE: Feeling better,
Mr. Bronec?

Yes, yes, uh, of course.

You didn't tell me
you were ill, Peter.

I, uh, I was not ill, Max.

It is just sometimes
on the plane that I...

You're stammering
again.
No, I'm not. I...

Quite badly.

Let's hope
this little vacation
will cure that.

If you'll excuse me,
I... I have some
letters to write.

This is
Mr. Walters.
How do you do?

And Dr. Huebling.

How do you do,
Mr. Emery?

Dr. Franz
Huebling?

Yes.

Didn't you
write some articles
on the V-2 rocket

just after the war?

HUEBLING: Oh,
I used to dabble.

Just a few little experiments.

All outdated now,
like, uh, the spinning wheel.

You are interested
in such matters?

Yeah, I used
to dabble
a bit myself,

flying a B-29.

Franz, you must all be hungry.

MAX: Why don't you tell
the chef to fix
you something?

Yes, Max, of course.

MAX: And you,
Mr. Walters,

you can join us
later if you're not
too tired.

We'll be on the terrace.

Shall we go?

Don't be so greedy, Max.

You can show
Mrs. Emery
the moonlight,

but I'm keeping
Mr. Emery here
with me.

You don't mind, do you?

I'm sure they don't.

Besides, you wouldn't want me

to drink by myself, would you?

I've been
cooped up
in Max's plane

for three hours
with three very
dull men.

But you're not dull.

Oh. You are dull.

Any man who can't keep his eyes

off another woman is dull.

Might have
known you'd be
in love with her.

Oh, yes.
You're in love
with her,

and so is Max,
and who knows
how many others?

What is it about her?

Is it that dance she does?

Maybe I ought to learn to dance.

And let me see.
What is it she does?

♪ A chick a chick
boom chick boom ♪

♪ A chick a chick
boom chick boom ♪

♪ A chick a chick
boom chick boom ♪♪

Ooh!

Chris, there are so many things

I've wanted to say to you.

When Neal was alive, I couldn't.

But now...

Surely you must know how I feel.

No, Max, I don't.

I thought the symptoms
were rather obvious.

The young man
inside recognized
them.

Steve?
Yes. And he didn't
like them.

He's jealous.
But I can't
blame him.

I'm jealous, too.

Oh, but you shouldn't be.

Chris, I'll be leaving Trinidad

as soon as
my affairs here
are settled,

and I was
hoping that...
Affairs?

I thought you were
a man of leisure.

I could be,
if it would
please you.

Well, why should
you rearrange
your life for me?

I want to, for both of us.

We could do
anything you like,
go wherever you like.

Paris, Cairo, Seville...

Oh, it sounds
wonderful, Max, but,

well, how can
I decide so quickly?

There's so little
I know about you.

You know that
I couldn't stay away

from the Caribe
while you were there,

that I came every night
for months because of you.

And you must know that...

I suddenly feel cold.

Funny, isn't it,
on a night
like this?

No, wait here.
I'll get
your scarf.

I want to finish
this conversation.

BRONEC: I told him
nothing on the plane.

Nothing, I swear it.

MAX: Why get upset?
BRONEC: None
of you believe me.

Of course
we believe you.
Why must I stay?

I have done
everything
I promised.

My work is almost finished.

MAX: Could you complete it
this evening?
BRONEC: Yes.

I'll work all night
if I have to.

Then you can leave
in the morning.

Thank you.
Thank you, Max.

WALTERS: Max!

You must get your friends
out of this house immediately.

Why? Has some
new calamity arisen?

We had to carry
Mrs. Huebling
upstairs,

and your friend
Mr. Emery
is with her.

That woman is not responsible.

She might say
anything in
her drunken babbling.

I'll be up in a moment.

Meantime, even at the risk

of dislocating your personality,

try to be calm.

MAX: Chris?

I'm sorry I kept you waiting,

but we seem
to be having some
sort of domestic crisis.

Mrs. Huebling
is in quite a state,
for some reason or other.

Oh.

Well, uh, perhaps
it would be better
if Steve and I left.

Yes, perhaps it would.
I'm terribly sorry.

There'll be
other evenings.
I hope so.

As a matter of fact,
I'm giving a birthday party
next Thursday.

Your being here
would give me
something to celebrate.

Will you come?
I'd love to.

Good.

You shouldn't
have left,
Mr. Walters.

She had some very
interesting things
to say about you.

She's a very
sick woman,
very sick.

Hmm.

Did you two
use up all
the moonlight?

We're leaving, Steve.

Leaving? Why?

I thought
you were having
such a good time.

Well, I'm tired
and it's rather
late.

I'm sorry this was not
a more successful evening,
Mr. Emery.

Well, I know how hard you tried.

Better luck next time.

HUEBLING: Mr. Emery.
Hmm?

Good night, sir.
Good night,
Doctor.

And thank you very much.

Anytime.

This whole
situation is becoming
impossible.

I'm in the midst of a nightmare.

A nightmare!

Where else could we meet?

And your wife!

Can't you control this woman?

You don't understand her.

I understand her only too well.

(CAR DRIVING AWAY)

Now perhaps you
can explain to me
why you returned tonight.

Because I found out
your man was captured

trying to get into
the United States.

Now how do you
intend to proceed?

My government
is tired of all
these endless delays.

If your government
isn't satisfied,
it can go elsewhere.

But we pay you
tremendous sums of money.
You made an investment.

And we don't intend to lose it.

What possessed you
to bring those people
into the house?

The young man
is already suspicious.

He recognized Huebling.

He saw Bronec
gibbering like an idiot.

Bronec leaves tomorrow.
His work is finished.

He's in no condition to leave.

The man is
on the verge of
a mental breakdown.

I said his work is finished.

As for his condition,
that will be corrected.

And Mr. Emery
is my concern.

Very well.

But I warn you,

if anything goes wrong,
you will be held
responsible.

Remember that.

Walked out again.

I believe it's
a national
characteristic.

Coming up to see me, Max?

I'm feeling
much better,
thank you.

VERONICA: Could
I have a nightcap?

What did
you say in front
of that young man?

Nothing, Max.
Nothing.

How do you know,
since you were
practically unconscious?

I was there, Max, every minute.

You took care
of everything
in Jamaica?

Yes, everything.

I bought the land
in my name,
just as you said.

You told them you were
an impoverished
noblewoman?

Yes.
And that you
were looking

for a piece
of land on which
to settle down quietly

with your sick husband?

Yes, Max. That's what
you told me to say.

And you think they believed you?

Of course
they believed me.
Ask Franz.

Why shouldn't they?

Because impoverished noblewomen

don't go about wearing strings
of pearls worth $50,000.

My pearls!
MAX: I told you
to leave them here.

Please, Max.
Veronica, leave them.

I'll get them for you.

And don't look to me
for help when
your visa expires.

I'm through
with you and
your drunkenness.

Max, you can't.
You go to the guesthouse
and help Bronec.

He must finish
his work tonight,
you understand?

Yes, Max.

Well?

Oh, Max, please.

Good night, sir.

Okay, you can tell your boss.

We didn't even hold hands.

(CAR DRIVING AWAY)

I think we could have
gotten along

without that
last remark,
don't you?

Well, I wouldn't
want Mr. Fabian to spend
a sleepless night.

All right, Steve,
you've been saving
it up for hours.

Say it.

No. I'm waiting
to hear how you'd
say it.

You're a trusting soul,
aren't you?

Not any more.
Not after tonight.

Why didn't you tell me
you had a date
with Fabian?

I meant to, but I forgot.

You forgot a lot of things.

You forgot to tell me
he was a friend of yours
as well as Neal's,

that he bought Neal's paintings.

Did you also
forget to tell me
he bought Neal's wife?

The rain woke me.

Get you up, too?

Yes, the rain.

I'm leaving tomorrow.

Leaving?

Yeah.

You won't have to put up
with any more of my insults.

Steve, the things
you believe
about me,

they're not true.
Forget it.

You don't have
to account to me
for anything.

But I want to.

Then why didn't
you tell me about
the crest,

about Fabian, about everything?

What is it between you and him?

There's nothing between us.

Is that why
he looks at you
the way he does?

Like he can't wait
to get his arms
around you?

I can't help how he looks at me.

But his arms
have never been
around me.

Nobody's arms.

Not for a long time.

Not even Neal's?

Not even Neal's.

Well, weren't you
in love with him?

I was once,

but love is something
that has to be kept alive,

and it wasn't.

Oh, Chris.

Oh, Steve, Steve.

Every time
he looked
at you tonight,

I could have...
If anybody
looked at you...

Oh, Chris.

Come back to the States with me.

But I can't now, Steve.

Why not?

Don't ask me.
I... I just can't.

What's wrong, Chris?

Nothing. Nothing, but...

I'll come to you later,
if you want me to,
as soon as I can.

What is this, another
of those phony stalls

I've been getting
since I come down here?

Oh, you know it isn't.

How do I know?

Steve.

(DOOR CLOSING)

Very interesting. Very.

But what exactly
do you expect me
to do about this?

I expect you to do your job.

Look at the date on that letter.

That was written
on the day
my brother died,

on Fabian's stationery.

And he said
he hadn't seen him
for weeks.

Look, what's the matter?
You guys have to have
a bomb go off under you

before you do anything?

Mr. Emery, there has been
a thorough investigation
of all the facts.

What facts?

You mean the ones
at the inquest?

Back home,
they ask more questions
when a dog's run over.

Why don't you go up
and look around
Fabian's house?

The place
is crawling with
phony characters.

And that job
my brother
wrote about,

how do you know
that wasn't for Fabian?

He has a private plane.

Mr. Emery, you have
a decided flair
for the dramatic.

Twenty or thirty
wealthy residents
have private planes.

You can't arrest
people for being
phony.

As for this stationery,
your brother could
have got it

from Fabian's house at any time,

not necessarily
on the day
of his death.

You've got an alibi
for everything, haven't you?

Well, maybe you can
alibi the way

Fabian acts around
my brother's wife.

Frankly, I consider
that an item for
the gossip columns,

not for Her Majesty's police.

What's the matter?
Fabian got you in
his pocket, too?

I must caution you,
Mr. Emery, that libel
is a very serious matter.

So is murder.

I think you'd be wise to go home

and leave this
to the authorities.

You'd like that, wouldn't you?

Yeah, too many
of you guys want me
to go home.

Give me that.
I'll keep that,
if you don't mind.

I wouldn't want it to disappear.

I certainly wish
we could tell him.

So do I.
But I have
my orders.

Until he's cleared,
we can tell him
nothing.

Don't worry,
Mr. Anderson.

We're checking on him.

We should be hearing very soon.

At the moment,
I'm much more
concerned

with Mr. Fabian's
houseguests.

MAN ON PHONE: Yes, sir?
Get me Mrs. Emery.

And that's the man
who was working
in the guesthouse.

Bronec.
Peter Bronec.

Bronec. Bronec.
Yes, here he is.

Peter Bronec,
electronics and
radar specialist.

Hmm. Quite a brilliant one.

Huebling and Bronec.

What can Fabian
want with those two?

If you could
only get into
that guesthouse.

But how?

Well, perhaps
the night of
the birthday party.

There'll be quite a lot of
people milling about,
and you might...

But I couldn't
possibly get in.
It would be locked.

(TELEPHONE RINGING)

Yes?
MAN: Bronec's leaving.
Pan-American, 11:00 A.M.

Oh, he is? Good.
We've got it confirmed.

Bronec's leaving
on the 11:00 plane.

We'll have to hurry.

I wanna have a talk with him.

He seems to be in quite a state.

Perhaps I shall
be able to get
something out of him.

But what about Steve?
Mr. Emery?

I've got to tell him something.

Call me this afternoon.

I may have
some word for you
by then.

I know, but I'm worried.

He... he may
get into trouble.

Just be patient, Mrs. Emery,
for a little while longer.

Yes, yes.
And thank you.

You've done very well.

Very well indeed.

(ANNOUNCER SPEAKING ON PA)

Morning, Baker.

Morning, Inspector.

Has a Mr. Bronec
come through yet?

Bronec?

No, but he has a reservation.

Yes, I know.
Thank you.

(ANNOUNCER SPEAKING ON PA)

He ought to be along soon
if he intends
to catch that plane.

There's Fabian's car now.

That's him.

(SCREAMING)

(PEOPLE CHATTERING)

Get after that car, quickly.

What are you
staring at?
Get an ambulance.

(RINGING)

I'll get it, Dominique.

Hello?
SMYTHE: Mrs. Emery?

Yes.

Mr. Bronec is dead.

What?

Yes. He was run over
by a car at the airport
about half an hour ago.

It's obvious he was murdered.

Of course,
Mr. Fabian was shocked
and horrified

to hear what
had happened
to his guest.

But this time,
I think he's been
a little hasty.

I have great hopes
of tracing the car.

My men are on it now.

Oh, by the way,
I found something
among Mr. Bronec's effects

which I think may be of use,

a set of keys.

I think you may be able
to get into that
guesthouse after all.

Well, I... I'll try.

Good. Well, I'll get
the keys to you at once.

Incidentally,
is Mr. Emery there?

Well, no, he isn't.
He left the house
early this morning,

and I... I haven't
heard from him since.

Well, we can tell him
what the situation is now,

but I think you'd better
let me do it.

Ask him to come in
and see me, will you?

Yes, I will.
Thank you.

Bye.

You are mixed up
in something bad.

What is it?

Nothing, nothing.

Since when
you keep your life
a secret from me?

Oh, Dominique,
please!
Let me alone.

STEVE: But you must
know more about it.

You found his body on the boat.

Where was he going?
Where had he been?
Somebody must know.

You say you're his brother?

I told you
three times
I'm his brother.

Now, if you
know something,
why can't you tell me?

If you could
find Jefreemy Bates,
maybe he...

Jefreemy Bates?
Who's he?

Please,
you will not say
who told you.

No, I won't say
anything if you
don't want me to.

Who's he? What does
he know about it?

He's a fisherman
from the island
of Tobago.

After your brother was found,

he went to the police station.

He was there a long time.

Then later he'd say nothing.

But if you told him
you were his brother...

How do you get to this island?

FISHERMAN: The dock
master may know someone

who will take you there, sir.

Thank you.

(GRUNTING)

(DOORBELL RINGING)

Not him. It is
the chauffeur.

Mr. Fabian's
chauffeur.

Why should Mr. Emery
go away for three days

and not tell you?

Oh, I suppose
he had his reasons.

You do not want
to go to Mr. Fabian's
house tonight, do you?

Then why do you go?

Let me send the car away.

It's too late, Dominique.

If he does
come back tonight,
tell him that I...

Never mind.

♪♪ (LATIN MUSIC PLAYING)

You look stunning
this evening,
my dear.

Thank you.

What a lovely handkerchief.

Is this what you
were shopping for
yesterday, Max?

What a quaint idea,
giving Mrs. Emery
a gift on your birthday.

Shouldn't she
have brought you
something?

(DOG BARKING)
She brought herself.

STEVE: I want to see
Mrs. Emery.

I'm sorry, sir,
but I don't think
Mr. Fabian is expecting you.

There's a lot
of things Mr. Fabian
isn't expecting.

You can't come in here.

Excuse me.

Good evening,
Mr. Emery.

To what do we owe
this intrusion?

It belongs to a friend of yours.

Give it back to him.

Maybe there's somebody
else he wants to stab
in the back.

What's the matter
with you?
Are you crazy?

And I have a few
things to say to you,
but not here.

Get Mrs. Emery's wrap.

This is my house,
Mr. Emery.

If there's anything you want,
I suggest you address
yourself to me.

I'll get to you later.

Well, are you comin' or not?

I'm not ready to leave.

All right, then,
you'll hear what
I have to say now,

both of you.

I have a statement here
signed by a fisherman

by the name of Jefreemy Bates,

a statement that
says my brother
was in this house

on the day he died.

Have you got an alibi for that?

Do you mind?
Yes, I mind.

I'm tired of listening
to stories

about how my brother
committed suicide.

I'm using this
to light a fire under you
and the police.

Oh, Max, he's been drinking.

He doesn't know
what he's saying.

He's got all
kinds of crazy ideas
about Neal's death.

Let me talk
to him alone,
please.

Let's not have a scene.

All right, but I'll be nearby.

Oh, Steve,
you've got to
get out of here.

I'll explain
everything later,
but you must leave now.

Why? Give you and him
a chance to figure
a way out of this?

Oh, no, no.

You knew Neal was here
on the day he died,
didn't you?

But I can't talk about it now.

Don't you understand?

I understand
you've been lying to me
ever since I got here.

♪♪ (LATIN MUSIC PLAYING)

All right.

If you want
the truth,
you can have it.

Sure, I knew
he was here
that day,

because
I was here, too,
with Max.

That's why he killed himself,

because he found out
about Max and me.

Now, will you get out?

Well, what do you want,
another signed statement?

I'll give you one
to take home
and frame.

Thank you.

(PEOPLE CLAPPING)

This party's
turning into
a wake.

Let's have
some entertainment.
Excuse me.

Ladies and gentlemen,
the Trinidad Lady!

Fasten your safety belts!

♪♪ (BIG BAND MUSIC PLAYING)

♪ I've been kissed before ♪

♪ Arms have held me fast ♪

♪ You can tell by my kiss ♪

♪ You weren't the first ♪

♪ And you won't be the last ♪

♪ With heart and
soul I kiss them ♪

♪ And file the memory under M ♪

♪ Tomorrow, if I miss them ♪

♪ That may be the only
time I think about them ♪

♪ I've been kissed before ♪

♪ Only fools tell when ♪

♪ I was born to be kissed ♪

♪ To kiss and be kissed ♪

♪ And I'll be kissed again ♪

♪ A heart is broken nightly ♪

♪ A smile that
they misunderstood ♪

♪ Unless you treat it lightly ♪

♪ You'd better be going ♪

♪ While the going is good ♪

♪ Many loves have I ♪

♪ You were just one more ♪

♪ But someday I'll be kissed ♪

♪ And maybe I'll doubt ♪

♪ That I've been kissed before ♪

♪ That I've been loved before ♪

♪ On that day that I'm kissed ♪

♪ I'll even deny ♪

♪ That I've been kissed before ♪

♪ Oh, many loves have I ♪

♪ You were just one more ♪

♪ But someday I'll be kissed ♪

♪ And maybe I'll doubt ♪

♪ That I've been kissed before ♪

♪ That I've been loved before ♪

♪ On that day that I'm kissed ♪

♪ I'll even deny ♪

♪ That I've been
kissed before ♪♪

(ALL APPLAUDING)

That was
my birthday
present to you, Max.

I hope you liked it.

I couldn't think
of a more
exciting way

to begin a new year.

(PEOPLE CHATTERING)

Are you still here?

What are you waiting for?

Max, don't.

Let him go.

I'm sick of seeing him around.

You don't know what sick is.

Happy birthday, sucker.

What did you say to him before?

I told him
he was making
a fool of himself.

Well, I shouldn't
think that would produce
such startling results.

I also told him
I was going away
with you.

He's so jealous,
he can't see straight.

Max, I don't want
to go back
to that house tonight.

Could I stay here?

Of course.

I'll tell the housekeeper
to prepare a room for you.

Here you are, darling.

Welcome to our city.

DOMINIQUE: What
has happened?

Why did she
not come back
with you?

Why should she?
She belongs
where she is.

♪♪ (TRINIDADIAN MUSIC PLAYING)

Max, most important.

Will you excuse me,
please, Chris?

(CRICKETS CHIRPING)

It's incredible,
Max, incredible.

Well, is it what
we have been
waiting for?

I must check
these figures
at once. Come.

Mr. Fabian, will you
want me to take off
again tonight?

I'll let you know.
Olaf, see that
he gets something to eat.

Yes, sir.

It will only take me
a few minutes.

Well, Mr. Walters,

you may be
able to leave
very soon now.

Good, good.
Good.

Why do you leave
these papers lying about
in the open?

Don't be alarmed.
They're meaningless

to anybody but Franz.

His own mathematical shorthand.

Never have
I seen matters
conducted

as they are here.
Never.

Well, Franz?
It's correct,
Max, correct.

And so clear, so simple.

You see, the principle
of the power center is what...

I'm not interested in details.

How soon can we start
production?

At once,

if your government
has the technical
resources.

And is it all
we have been
led to believe?

More.

I will explain it
so that even you
can understand it.

The German V-2,
of which we were
so proud,

was a kindergarten
toy compared to this.

HUEBLING: With
launching bases
in the Caribbean,

there is not
a vital area
in the United States

that is not within
striking distance.

Let me show you.

Here.

Chicago, San Francisco,

Los Alamos, Oak Ridge, New York.

Excellent, excellent.

In case of war,
your country
could strike a blow

that would make
Pearl Harbor seem like
a slap on the wrist,

MAX: and using
America's own weapon,

if the irony interests you.

WALTERS: Yes, yes.

Well, Mr. Walters,
have I earned
my money?

Max, remember,
it was I who urged

my government
to make this deal
with you.

(KNOCKING ON DOOR)

Yes?
VERONICA: It's Veronica.

The entertainment's over, Max,

and your guests are leaving.

Unless you can
persuade Mrs. Emery

to do another number for us,

I suggest you come
and say good night.

Is there anything else, Franz?

HUEBLING: No.
You go along, Max.

I'll stay and do a little work.

Coming,
Mr. Walters?

Yes, yes.

Good night.
Thank you.

Good night.

Veronica, do you know
where Mrs. Emery is?

No. Am I
supposed to?

MAX: Chris.

I was wondering
where you'd
disappeared to.

Oh, I was just
getting some
fresh air.

Well, what's
become of my
little gift?

Oh, well, I...

Oh, well, I,
I must have
lost it someplace.

Oh, I'm terribly
sorry, Max. I...
Don't be upset.

One of the servants
will find it before
morning.

Come. I'll show you
to your room.

Max?
Yes?

I was just thinking,
I really should
go home.

But why this
sudden change
of heart?

Oh, nothing.
It's just that...

Well, I won't have
anything to wear
tomorrow, and I...

Oh, is that all?
I'm sure Veronica

will lend you whatever you need.

Of course.
I have some
lovely things

Max gave me
that I've never
even worn.

But I...
I won't hear of
your leaving now.

Come.

I suppose she
could have decided
to stay the night.

Take a look at that, will you?

All right, you can
bring Mr. Wittol
back in.

This is ridiculous,
Inspector,
ridiculous.

Why should we
spend the whole
night here?

Look at your friend,
how tired he is.

Inspector, I tell you,
I didn't even know

this man Bronec existed.

Why should I kill him?

Inspector,
do you think
it's my psychology

to run a man down
with an automobile?

The world is filled
with such fascinating
methods of destruction.

Why should
I commit such
a clumsy murder?

Yes, it is clumsy,

but it's also very bold,
and you're neither.

That's why I'm sure
somebody was
behind you in this.

SMYTHE: Who was it?

Please. I am not
a man for alliances.

Yet you admitted
that the car that ran
over Bronec was yours.

It was stolen.
My driver had
his day off.

He left the key in the car.

Personally, I can't even drive.

Why didn't you report the theft?

Because the car was returned.

How convenient.

Why didn't you report the fact

that there
was blood on
the mudguards

when it was returned?

Blood?

I... Well,
I didn't
know it.

I told the boy
to wash the car,
but...

Who looks for blood?

No, Mr. Wittol.
It was not your
driver's day off,

because you don't
give him a day off.

And you were both
seen driving towards

the airport shortly
before the murder.

That's not true.
You are trying
to confuse me.

(TELEPHONE BUZZING)

Yes?

MAN: Chauffeur has given
us a full confession.

Thank you.

Well, Mr. Wittol,
you can stop
being confused,

because your
driver doesn't
seem to be

as inventive as you are.

For the last
five minutes,
he's been able

to think of
nothing but
the truth.

Now,

are you prepared
to make a statement,
Mr. Wittol?

Yes. Yes, sir.
I tell you
everything.

But you must remember
that I am just a pawn.
I'm a weak man.

I am very easily dominated.

(BARKING)

♪♪ (HUEBLING WHISTLING)

Is everything all right, Doctor?

Why, yes, Olaf.
Excellent, in fact.

Why?

I thought I heard something.

No.

Well, good night, sir.

Good night, Olaf.

(DOOR CLOSING)

I wouldn't
do that
if I were you.

I have some
bad news
for you, Max.

I'd like
to break it
to you gently,

but I simply don't know how.

What bad news?

Franz found this.

The poor darling
thought it was mine.

So?

But do you know
where he found it?

In the guesthouse.

(LAUGHING)

Really, Max,
to be taken in
like a schoolboy.

(GASPING)

Is this what you're looking for?

(KNOCKING ON DOOR)

Yes?

It is past 3:00
and still she
is not here.

Well, maybe
she decided
to spend the night.

Why should that keep you up?
She's done it before,
hasn't she?

That is your anger
speaking again.

You are leaving? Why?

You really don't know
what's been going on,
do you?

Please speak
straight, Mr. Emery.

What is it I do not know?

I'm talking
about her
and Max Fabian.

This is a lie.
Oh, is it?

Well, she told me so herself.

Even so, she lied.

For what reason I do not know.

Mr. Emery,
you think two women
could live

in the same house
and such a thing
be kept a secret?

I tell you, there is some
terrible trouble here.

She did not want
to go to Mr. Fabian's
house tonight.

She is afraid of something,

not only for herself,
but for you.

You must not turn
away from her now.

Is that true?
You are planning
to take Mrs. Emery with us?

There's room
on the plane,
and I thought

it would
lend something
to our trip.

Ridiculous. Hasn't your stupid
infatuation given us
enough trouble?

If you disapprove
of the traveling
arrangements

you can stay here.

Don't worry,
Mr. Walters.

Max will know
how to dispose
of her.

He has a real flair
for that sort
of thing.

As soon as
Franz is ready,
we'll leave

with Mrs. Emery.

Ask Olaf to bring her down.

PILOT: Excuse me,
Mr. Fabian.

Will that be all, sir?

Yes. We'll be out
in a few minutes.
PILOT: Yes, sir.

(DOG BARKING)

See what that is.

Yes, sir.

I think I'll have
one for the road.

It's all right, Count.

(GRUNTING)

Well, can we go now?

It's dangerous
to wait any longer.

Max, there isn't any real chance

of our being caught, is there?

I mean, it would sort
of take the fun
out of everything.

Well, Chris, our little journey

may not be as gay as
the one we planned,

but I promise you
it won't be dull.

STEVE: Relax,
Mr. Fabian.

Steve.

You're not goin' anywhere.

Oh, Steve!
Steve, I...

It's all right.
You can tell me
about it later.

You're a very
determined
intruder, Mr. Emery.

That's right.

Come on, let's get out of here.

Don't rush off.

There's something
I'd like to ask you
before you leave,

if you don't mind.

Have you also
enlisted as
a British agent?

What, didn't you know?

Mrs. Emery has been
deceiving both of us
with a third party.

Her Majesty's police, no less.

What government
do you represent?

Or are you here
simply in the role
of a private citizen?

(GUN FIRES)

Steve!
Oh, Steve!

We must get out of here at once.

Just a moment.

Max. Max,
you're hurt!

We'll have
to delay
our departure.

Olaf, take her upstairs.

Lock her in my room.

Veronica,
some brandy.
Franz, quickly.

Max, I...

I don't think
there's any point
in your waiting, after all.

Max! Franz,
there must be
something we...

No.

It would be wiser
if you all left
at once.

What do we do with him?

WALTERS: You don't want
us to leave him here.

MAX: Take him along.

I don't want him in this house.

His presence here offends me.

Olaf, I'm remaining here.

You'll see to it
that Mr. Emery
leaves with you.

Yes, sir.

MAX: As for Mrs. Emery,

I myself will make
the necessary
arrangements concerning her.

Under the circumstances,
I think it only fitting.

MAX: Olaf.

Take him out.

If you're waiting
for my last words,

you've heard them.

Come on.
We can't wait here
any longer.

Max, we can't
leave you this way.

Veronica, please.

(MAX FALLING TO FLOOR)

Taking a last look at Trinidad?

You know,
you're gonna
find Chicago

kind of cold after the tropics.

Am I?