All language subtitles for Wait.Until.Dark.1967.720p.BluRay.X264-AMIABLE-SHD

Come on, Louis.
Come on.

[Radio announcer
speaking french]

They should
make heroin

look like
something else.

Candy bars, maybe.

You're gonna have
to hurry, Louis.

I'm gonna miss
my plane.

Radio:...West is headed
for Montreal.

Louis: And voilà.

Fini, maintenant.

[Music box plays]

[Music stops]

Be careful, Lisa.

You, too, Louis.

Taxi!

Taxi!

[P.A. In french]

Announcer:
Air Canada flight 760,

DC-9 jetliner service

for New York's Kennedy
international airport.

[P.A. Announcement
in french]

Hey, is this
St. Luke's place?

You, number 98.

Who, me?

Where's St. Luke's
place?

I don't know nothing.
I'm a dropout.

[Laughter]

I asked you
a question, kid.

Yeah, this is it.

Thanks.

Big man on campus.

[Laughter]

What did she say?

I told you
she just left a message.

But she asked for me?

That's right.

Happy days
are here again, huh?

Well, we'll see.

[Whistling]

You sure this is right?

Read it yourself.

Don't make waves.
I only asked a question.

Lisa?

Lisa?

What are you
calling for?

She says
she's not here.

[Water dripping]

Lisa doesn't
live here.

Yeah, I know.
It's clean.

Mm-mmm.

What's the matter?

Since when
can Lisa type?

Since never.
Come on.

You think the place
is bugged?

[Footsteps]

You want something?

You, Mr. Talman.

And you, too,
Sergeant Carlino.

I want you, too.

In fact, I want
both of you.

And I've come here
to buy you.

Sergeant Carlino,

if you'd just shut
that door, please.

Don't call me
Sergeant.

Why? Are you
a touchy man?

Just don't call me
Sergeant.

No matter. Sit. Sit.

We'll have
a little chat.

We'll start
with who are you?

I'm Harry Roat Jr.,
from Scarsdale.

Scarsdale?

Hmm.

Well, now, may we have
weapons on the table?

We'll have
explanations first.

Well, this
goes back a little.

So go back a little.

All righty.

Once upon a time,

there was a fairy
princess named Lisa.

And, uh, she had
2 very good friends

who shall
remain nameless.

Now, these 3 were
fond of performing

little dramas
for select audiences.

Their most memorable
performances

were that
of outraged husband

and detective breaking
in upon guilty wife

in the arms
of her lover,

or vice versa.

They were adaptable.

The detective,
it's worth mentioning,

was particularly convincing
in his performance.

But then he had had
the benefit

of previous
on-the-job training.

Oh, man.
You're a charmer.

Thank you.

Things went trippingly
for our 3 heroes

until one day
a certain stockbroker,

a Charles f. Parker,
wasn't it, got nasty.

And then our poor heroes
went to jail,

or 2 of them did.

Lisa, well...

Well, she, uh,

she escaped.

What's the point?

Lisa would like
to do something

for her 2
unnamed friends

now that they're back
in circulation again.

What does she want?

A doll, for which
she will pay handsomely.

Now may we have
weapons on the table?

I'm--I'm clean.

Scout's honor?

Lisa says you favor
brass, Sergeant.

That pocket looks
a little lumpy.

I cannot negotiate

in an atmosphere
of mistrust.

All right, you.

Ohh!

And you, what's
your favorite toy?

Geraldine.

What does she do?

And may we have Geraldine
on the table, too.

No, we may not.

Why the hell not?

Because she's
the referee. Ha ha.

Now, Lisa will pay you
$2,000 each

for a couple hours work.
Interested?

What kind of work?

Finding Lisa's doll.

Are you serious?

I am.

What kind of doll?

Ordinary doll,
a child's doll.

What's in it?

Do we hurt anybody?

Not a fly.
Do you care?

No.

What do you think?

What's to think?
He's a creep.

Yeah, baby.

Not like us, huh?
Ha ha ha ha.

We want an advance.

250...

Each.

Oh, Lisa and I thought
more like 500 each.

Why so generous?

So you don't ask
what's in the doll.

Ha ha ha.

So now we know
what's in the doll.

Well, win one,
lose one.

It's all straight.

What do we do?

What you always do,
Mr. Talman,

lie and cheat
and play act.

Go on.

Lisa gave the doll
to a man named Hendrix.

She met him on the plane
from Montreal.

Lisa's friendly.

Why?

I don't know.

Somebody waiting for her
she hadn't expected.

So Hendrix brought it
home here.

Hendrix?
Who's he?

He's, uh, nobody.

Mr. clean.
A photographer.

Looks like he has a wife.
Where's she?

Out.

She goes to school.

This is a hell of a
place to be talking.

Don't panic, Sergeant.

Why not?

Because it's arranged.
It's all arranged.

By you?

Mmm. Photographer Hendrix
is in his studio

waiting to photograph
a certain Miss Lejiana.

But just
a little while ago,

her male secretary
phoned,

very efficient,
very humble,

grovelingly polite,

to say that she
had been delayed.

He's terrific.

Now, last night,

Lisa called up
about the doll,

but Mr. Hendrix
couldn't find it.

He looked
all over for it,

but he couldn't
find it.

Doesn't it
strike you odd?

Mm-hmm.

It strikes me odd,
too, Mr. Talman.

Was he lying?

I don't know,

but we're gonna
find out.

Now, look around.

Familiarize yourself
with the place.

We're coming
back here tomorrow.

And, uh, the doll is
here, you're sure?

Mm-hmm. Lisa and I
checked earlier.

We didn't see it.

It's here, though.

Did you
look in here?

Well, anyway,
we don't work safes.

I know, but you talk,

and that's why you've
been invited to this party,

to talk your way into that
big, black safe, Sergeant.

There's a locked closet
in the bedroom.

Oh, not there.
Just clothes.

How do you know?

I looked.

You got the key?

It's on the ledge
above the door.

No, it isn't.

Well, then they must
have taken it with them.

Lock the closet when they
don't bolt the front door?

They're
strange people.

They lose dolls.

I think you just
made a mistake.

I'd like the key.

Oh, well, if you--

all right, fat man,
over there.

Now, both of you through
the door backwards.

If you'd only
said please.

And now
I'd like the key...

Please?

[Gasps]

Go look.

Oh, well, she was
trespassing, Mike,

poaching,

going into business
for herself.

Bad news.

Things like that
go on,

what do you have?

Anarchy.

No discipline,
no sense of order.

Bad news.

Out!

Haven't you
forgotten something?

We just earned the money.

I mean
fingerprints.

You just signed your names
all over this place.

Even if you could remember
everything you touched,

it would still
take you hours

to wipe 'em up,
wouldn't it,

if not days.

As for me,

I've only touched one thing
since I've been in here.

And now it's clean...

Like me.
No police record,

no known associations
with Lisa.

Nothing, in fact.

I could let you go
and what would happen?

I'd just evaporate.
But you? Oh, bad news.

Ooh, don't
forget this, sarge.

And the icebox,
don't forget the icebox.

Carlino,
knock it off!

We can prove where we were
when this happened.

Oh, and when
did it happen?

Just before
you let me in?

So?

So, if you do exactly
what I tell you,

there'll be no police,

there'll be no problems.

Go on.

First, get her out of here.
Roll her up in this.

I got a van
by the corner,

I'll bring it
out front.

Why not the back where's
there's less publicity?

There's no back door.

We'll dump her
where I found this.

Give me a hand.

She'll be found.

Oh, I hope so.

All she's got on her
is a hotel key.

When they check,

they'll see she's
Mrs. Harry Roat Jr.

From Scarsdale.

Right.

This changes things
a little, you know?

That's what I figured.
We'll talk about it later.

No, we'll talk
about it now.

It was 2,000 each,

now it's 4.

[Tapping noises]

Shh!

Get behind the door,
and you back there.

Stay dead still.

She's alone.
Don't breathe.

[Key unlocking door]

Sam?

Sam, are you here?

No, Susy,
I'm not here.

Gloria?

Sam: Hendrix here.

Hendrix here, too.

Ha ha. Hi.

Hi. I just thought
I'd call to tell you

I was the best
in blind school today.

That's my girl.

I really truly was,
cross my heart.

And I believe you.

So, can I tap my way
over to your studio?

Not now. Some female

with the unlikely
name of Lejiana

is due any minute
for a portrait sitting.

Oh.

Well, I'll wait
for you here then.

I tell you what.

Since this Lejiana character
is already late,

I'll just stick around
a few more minutes.

So can I come over
and wait for you

in the coffee shop
downstairs?

Is that all right, Sam?

Sure.

Won't be hard
to find me.

I'll be the one
reading Peter rabbit

in braille.

Bye.

Bye.

[Click]

Damn it!

You're supposed
to be there.

[Inaudible]

Gloria,
I know you're there.

Whew!

Mr. Hendrix
won't wait forever.

Shall we go to work,
children?

2 plus 2...4,000.

2 plus 2,
Mr. Talman.

[Tapping]

Highly recommended.

Disposable, you buy them
in enormous rolls

from
Hammacher-Schlemmer.

Spread out the rug.

[Zipper unzips]

[Thud]

Trouble.

Trouble.

Hi, Susy.

Hey, hi, Shatner.

Let me help you
with that mess.

Oh, you're a lovely
cavalier,

only don't tell Sam
you helped me.

I'm supposed
to be learning

total self-sufficiency.

Why don't you come down
for a drink tonight,

why don't you?

I can't. I'm off to Vermont
for a couple of days

of chasing stretch pants.

By the way,

I haven't been able
to get in touch

with our slum lord
all day.

And my skylight's
still broken.

If you see him--

we never see him.

He's owed us a new refrigerator
since we moved in,

so he doesn't
come around much.

[Growling]

Don't let it get you down.
Have a good weekend.

And on Monday,

we'll form
a tenants committee

or something jazzy
like that.

Some committee. Me, you,
Sam, Gloria, and her mother.

Oh, well. Ciao.

Ciao.

[Grinds gears]

Sam: Susy?

No, Batman.

All right.

You want to give me
a hand, darling?

Sure.

Who are
you doing?

Gloria.

She's been
after me for weeks

to take some pictures.

I promised I'd have
these prints done today,

and I've got
to go to asbury park--

asbury park?
I thought you--

sorry, but I only
found out this second.

Oh. Well,
that's all right.

I was just planning
something silly.

Will it hold
till tomorrow?

Sure.

Some fellow called from
the chemical company.

They saw that Sunday
times spread of mine.

They want me to make
their new factory

look like the U.N.

Another night shot.

Anyway, he said they're
paying handsomely.

That's the last one.

Can I go with you?

Sure. But I'll--

be home much quicker
if you don't.

You know there was a murder
around here last night?

They found the body
this morning.

A lady from Scarsdale,
I heard it on the radio.

So?

Well, what if I get
chopped up in little pieces

and dumped in the river?

Little tiny pieces that nobody
could possibly ever recognize

as having been a poor,
defenseless, old blind lady

whose husband was off
in asbury park.

You're not listening,
Sammy.

Sure I am.

Why don't we have
some light around here?

They're always finding
bodies in New York.

Not in
the parking lot

practically next
door, they don't.

You're making
it up, Susy.

No, I'm not.
I promise.

I told you I heard
it on the radio.

Really I did.

Come on, Susy.

The police don't have
the first notion who did it.

Pretty spooky,
don't you think, Sammy?

Tell you what I think.

I think it's a ploy
to make me stay home.

Well, there was a murdered
woman found from Scarsdale,

and that's a true fact.

Mm-hmm.

You're afraid for your life,
that's a true fact?

Ha ha ha. No.

But it was worth a try.

14.

You sure he'll go?

Yeah.

Well, he'd better hurry
or he'll miss the bus.

He's got time.

This is some day

for a shlep
out to asbury park.

When does your bus
leave?

Sam: 5:00.

Time for another cup
of coffee?

Uh, maybe half a cup.

Oh, if that doll woman
calls,

tell her I haven't
found it yet.

Let Gloria look around for it
while she's down here.

The thing must be
somewhere.

I don't want Gloria
today.

Don't need her.

Yes, you do--
for your shopping.

No!

Gloria.

Give me a hint?

You can find it
by yourself.

If you couldn't,
I'd tell you.

What have you got
against Gloria?

A lot.

The main problem is that
she's in love with you,

which makes me the
villain of the piece.

Susy, she's a kid.

More to your left,
in front of you.

I'd rather have a dog.

Dogs can't shop
at the supermarket.

They can't rearrange
the furniture, either,

so that I trip over it.

That's her latest hobby.

Nearly broke my leg
last night.

And she's been sneaking
cigarettes, too.

I smelled smoke when I
came in here yesterday.

Susy, give her a chance.

Her father's
run off again.

Her mother's flitted out

for a weekend
of fun and games uptown.

Poor old Gloria gets slammed
around like a ping-pong ball.

On top of that, she's wearing
glasses for the first time.

Some of the kids
are giving her the treatment,

calling her the monster
from outer space.

Ice box needs defrosting,
darling,

only my way this time.
It's more practical.

Use plenty
of boiling water.

What if I burn both
my hands off your way?

Don't. The Unguentine's
in the emergency drawer.

If the weather's OK,

try walking over
to the studio and back.

No cheating.

Do I have to be the world's
champion blind lady?

Yes!

Then I will be.

I'll be whatever
you want me to be.

Just tell me
what you want

and then that's
what I'll be.

Susy.

I mean it.

I don't want you ever
to be anything but Susy,

because that's the way
I love you.

Do you?

Do you?

What do you think?

Do you want me
to stay home?

Yes.

[Giggles]

But you can go to work
anyway.

I'll clean up
around here,

and then when you
get back here,

I'll be all scrubbed
and polished.

You sure it's OK?

Then I got to rush.

Where does the icebox
plug in?

You'll find it.

No fair asking Gloria,
either.

Sam.

Huh?

Are you looking at me?

Mm-hmm.

Bye, dope.

Bye, dope.

Thanks for everything.

OK, Mr. Talman, it's time
for your soft shoe.

And remember, there's
a nice, little pink kid

running around
the house.

And she wears glasses.

[Whistling along
to lounge jazz music]

[Stops whistling]

Sam.

Gloria!

Somebody!

Ooh!

[Whimpers]

Woman: Operator.

Fire department,
please.

Man: Fire department.

There's something
burning,

and I'm blind,
and I can't locate it.

It's getting worse!

Man: Can I have
your address?

27-b...

[Knock on door]

Oh, wait, I think
somebody's here.

Come in!

The door's open!

Oof.

Mrs. Hendrix,
you all right?

There's a fire somewhere.
Can you see it?

I'm blind, and I don't know
where it is.

OK, I've got it.
Careful.

I'm all right.

Please
find the fire.

It's in the ashtray.

Ah. It's only
a cigarette butt.

A filter and a bit of paper
making all the smoke.

Where was it?

It was on the...

[Lightly chuckles]

What is this, a safe?

Against the wall? Yes.

I couldn't tell where
it was coming from.

Smoke...

Smoke isn't
my favorite thing.

I don't know you, do I?

No, Mrs. Hendrix.
My name's Mike Talman.

I used to know Sam.

I can't thank you enough
for being here.

And I'm sorry
that Sam isn't here.

He won't be back
until later tonight.

Oh, well,
that was stupid of me.

I should've phoned,

but I thought I'd just
take a chance

and maybe grab Sam
for a quick beer.

Let me give you a hand
with that.

You got it.

Thank you.

I haven't seen Sam
for years,

but some people
you don't forget.

Oh, Sam you don't forget.

I don't, anyway.

He saved my life.

How do you mean that?

I mean,
he saved my life.

That makes 2 of us.

That makes 2 of us,
Mrs. Hendrix.

Susy.

Hmm. Susy.

Thank you.

You mean in the army
or something?

In the marines, yes.

The 3rd battalion.

Charlie company.

Charlie company. Right.

Has he ever told you
about that?

No. Tell me.

Mmm. No, you ask Sam.

Oh, please.
He won't tell me.

I think you'd better
ask Sam.

He likes to do things
his own way.

You're just as mean
as he is.

That's us.
Mean Mike and mean Sam.

Well, you are.

Would you like a drink,
Mike Talman?

No. No, thank you.

Are these Sam's--
these pictures?

Yes.

Yeah, I thought so.

Hey, here's one of me.

[Laughs]

I sure have put on a few
pounds since those days.

Tell me something,
did you know Sam then?

No, we only met
a year ago.

Not long after
my accident.

You, uh...

You lost your sight
in an accident?

Yes, a car crash,

or really the fire
from the crash.

Then one day
I was practicing

crossing
at the lights,

and the cars were
piling up around me

like mad and...

Suddenly, a man
named Sam grabbed me.

And that was that.

[Doorknob
turning]

Susy: Gloria?

Susy: Who's that?

A little girl.

Come in, Gloria.

She went out.

Oh.

Well, I'm sorry
to have missed Sam,

but I'm happy
to have met you.

You're very lovely.

Sam's lucky.

So's Susy.

Good-bye.

Please tell Sam that I,
uh, stopped by.

Next time I come in
from Phoenix,

I'll drop a line first.

Thank you forever
and ever.

Oh, lord! Hello?
Are you still there?

Man: I have to have
your address.

Susy: Listen,
I can't tell you

how sorry I am
to have kept you.

You're wonderfully good
to have stuck around.

Man: Did you find
the fire?

Susy: Yes, it's out.
It was just a cigarette.

Man: Everything OK,
ma'am?

Yes, thank you.
Everything is now.

Good-bye.

How awful.

Mike?

Who's Mike?

Hello, Gloria.

Who was that man?

Friend of Sam's.

From the marines.

You wouldn't know him,
dear.

Oh, I see.

Is the grocery list
ready?

The supermarket closes
pretty soon.

It's on the typewriter
with the $5.00.

Can you see it?

Uh-huh.

Oh, and Gloria...

Mmm?

Maybe
when you come back,

you'll give me a hand
with the icebox.

I've got to defrost it
while Sam's away.

What did you do then?

Switched it to defrost,
of course.

That's not
how it's done.

It is, too.

I've done it for mother
hundreds of times.

Your mother's refrigerator
is a modern one.

This one's ancient.

We've got to do it
Sam's way. We've--

OK, do it Sam's way then!
I'll go to the A & P.

Did you close the door?

Yes.

I didn't hear it shut.

OK, so it's open.

Please shut the door.

Close it yourself.
You're nearer.

Gloria, close the door.

No!

Gloria!

No, I won't!

Listen,
you little monster,

I won't put up with this
one more minute!

[Loud smash]

What's that?

[Objects crashing
and rattling]

What are you doing?

Stop it! Stop it!

Gloria, do you hear me?!

Stop it!

Stop it!

[Object rattles
down the steps]

[Silverware jingles]

You shouldn't have
called me names.

I don't call you
names.

You're right.

I shouldn't say things
like that.

It was wrong of me.

It's OK.

It isn't OK.

People shouldn't say
things like that

to each other.
They're mean things,

and people shouldn't
say mean things.

Guess I get terribly
frightened sometimes.

I'm not a very good
blind lady, Gloria,

and I'm still not used
to all this...

Dark brown.

I get cranky
and impatient and...

[Sighs]

I know I look dreadful
half the time.

Oh, no. You're gorgeous.

What a lovely thing
to say.

Thank you, Gloria.

Hmm.

But I do wish
I could do things.

You know,
important things like...

Cook a soufflé

or pick a neck tie

or choose the wallpaper
for the bedroom,

you know?

Sure.

I know.

I want to be gorgeous.

Guess you can't have
everything, huh?

I guess not.

I'm sorry, Susy--

for being horrid.

Mmm.

And me for being
an old crank.

We break anything?

Oh, no. I only threw
unbreakables.

Ah.

That was crafty
of you.

I learned it
from daddy.

OK, pumpkin,
let's clean all this up,

and you can hop off
to the supermarket.

Look out!

There's a knife there.

Thanks.

You run along now.

I'll put
all this away

so I know where
to find it.

Right. See you later.

Susy: OK.

Bye.

[Gasps]

I should very much like
to speak with Mr. Sam hunt,

little girl.

Who's he?

Well, he doesn't
live here.

Leave, little girl.

Susy!

Susy!

Leave, little girl!

Go about your business.

[Loud knocking]

Gloria, what is it?

I should like to see
Mr. Sam hunt,

and you will please
tell Mrs. Roat

that I should also
like to see her.

Where are they?!

Who are you?

It's not right, you know,
and it's not fair!

What is it you want?

In there?!

What is it you want?
What are you doing?!

You can't go in there!

Tell me who you are!

Ahh!

Here! I was right,
you silly thing.

And now I've got
the proof.

You tell Sam hunt
to leave her alone

or I'll fix him!

But, please...

Good and proper!

Oh, yes, yes.

Don't touch me.

[Knock on door]

Susy, it's Mike Talman
again!

I think I left
a package!

Mike!

Susy, what's wrong?

Mike.

There was a man in here.

He just flew in
like a big black crow.

He's gone now.
It's all right.

I'm scared, Mike.

I'm here now.
It's all right.

Oh, you must be
so bored with me.

Every time
you come in here,

I'm in absolute panic.

No, no, no. Whew.
Bedroom's a mess.

He's dumped stuff
all over the place.

Look, I better call
the police.

He might have stolen
something.

Do you know
the number?

279...

0099.

That's the emergency
number, anyway.

That's good enough.

2...7...

9...

0...

Susy: 0...

9...

9.

Don't worry, Susy.

I'll take a later flight
to Phoenix

and stay here
just as long as you need me.

Could you, Mike?

Of course.

Hello?

Police?

And the guy
just busted in,

that right,
Mrs. Hendrix?

Susy: Yes,
he was at the door

when the little girl
went out.

Gloria
from upstairs.

Yeah, I got that down.

Then he pulled out
all the drawers.

Sergeant, obviously
the man's crazy.

Why don't you send out
a report or something

and have him picked up?

Just tell me the facts.

I'll decide what to do,
if you don't mind.

Well, I do mind.

You act as if nothing
had happened!

Mike, we'd better
let the Sergeant

do it his way.

Thank you, lady.

The important thing

is this guy didn't
steal anything, right?

No.

No, not as far
as we know.

Say, if you don't mind,

I think I'll help myself
to that drink now.

Susy: Sure.

Well, I won't bother you
anymore.

If, uh, there's
anything missing,

just call the sixth precinct
and let me know.

Susy: Thank you,
Sergeant.

Any time.

Carlino: Bye.

[Door shuts]

Can I fix you
something?

No, thanks.

[Telephone rings]

[Ring]

Hello.

Oh, just a minute.

It's for the Sergeant.

I'll get him.

Sergeant!

Sergeant!

What is it?

You're wanted
on the phone.

Oh.

Sorry to trouble you,
Mrs. Hendrix.

Afraid this is going
to be one of those days.

Thank you.

Carlino here.

Yes, lieutenant,
go ahead.

He just walked in?

Well, what's a doll
got to do with it?

Sure.

Sure, I understand.

Right.

Mrs. Hendrix, I might as well
mention this while I'm here.

Now, I don't want
to alarm you,

but there was a woman found
near here this morning.

Susy: I know.

You knew her?

No, that's not what
I said.

I know what happened.
I heard it on the radio.

Oh, I see.

Did your husband happen
to know her by any chance?

My husband?

Mike: Of course
he didn't.

I'm sorry, Mr. Talman,

I was asked to make
inquiries.

Did you hear
anything peculiar

yesterday afternoon
or evening, Mrs. Hendrix?

No, I didn't.
That is to say,

we were out
all afternoon.

I go to blind school,

and my husband
was at the studio.

Was there anybody else
with him at his studio?

Mike: Hey. Wait a minute.
What is this?

Well, he was supposed
to photograph a girl,

and she didn't turn up.

Nobody can verify
that he was there

or what he was up to,
right?

Are you questioning
Mrs. Hendrix

for any
particular reason?

I'm not questioning her,
Mr. Talman.

Then why are you
taking notes?

I'm allowed to talk,
you know?

Sure, but she's allowed
not to.

She doesn't have
to answer questions--

or don't they study
the constitution

at police school?

What are you,
some big-time lawyer?

No, but I know
what her rights are!

I didn't think
you were.

Good-bye,
Mrs. Hendrix.

I'll probably
be back.

Mike...

Well, he was certainly
a big help.

Is--is this room dirty?

No. Why?

The Sergeant
kept dusting things.

Did he?

Yes.

Over by the refrigerator
and...

The banisters.

[Knock on door]

Here.

I'll get it.

Sergeant probably
forgot his badge.

Um, forgive me

for bursting in
on you like this,

uh, Mr. hunt.

Mike: No.

Mr. and Mrs. Hendrix
live here.

Hendrix.

Oh, I'm terribly sorry,

uh, but is this 27-B
Saint Luke's place?

I'm Mrs. Hendrix.
Can I help you?

Uh, my name is Roat.

Harry Roat Jr.

[Shoes squeaking]

[Door shuts]

What is it, Susy?

Mrs. Hendrix
is blind.

Oh, I see.
I'm terribly sorry

for intruding upon you
and Mr. Hendrix, but--

no, my name's
Talman.

Yes, well, whatever.

Mrs. Hendrix,
has my father been here?

The old man?

Yes, do let me explain.

I'm so embarrassed.

It all must be
just a terrible mistake.

He made a mess of
Mrs. Hendrix's things.

I think you better
find him

and straighten him out.

Well, he's not crazy,
I assure you.

He's just very old
and he thinks

a photographer named
Sam hunt lives here.

He's very old,
my father,

and very worried
for my sake.

He thinks that my wife
has been...

Ahem.

Seeing this Mr. hunt.

And that's why
I've troubled you with my--

[door opens]

Hi, Susy,
I've got the groceries.

Thanks, Gloria.

I'll put them away.

OK.

See you.

Bye.

You know, you really do have
the wrong house, Mr. Roat.

Here.

We don't know anyone
named hunt.

I don't know this man hunt
either, dear lady.

May I explain?

You see, 3 years ago,

my wife was on vacation
in Montreal

with my mother
and father.

And while she was there,

my wife became acquainted,
my father says,

with this photographer
named Sam hunt.

And, now, my father says

that they've been seeing
each other

from time to time
ever since.

My wife is...

Very beautiful.

What is all this
about, Mr. Roat?

Well, I believe my father
followed my wife

to this apartment.

You're wrong.

You see, the other afternoon
there was a big scene.

There were testy words
between my wife and my father,

and my wife stormed out
of the apartment

with her doll.

Her doll?

The doll was what started
the bad words that day.

It was especially made
for my wife in Montreal

to play her favorite tune.

[Whistles tune]

The point is,

that when my wife
left the house,

my father said to me,
"Sam hunt gave her that doll,

you know that,
don't you, boy?"

And then he ran out
of the house to look for her.

Later, my father called

and said he lives
at 27-b Saint Luke's place

in the basement apartment.

And then this morning

when I told dad
that Lejiana hadn't...

Lejiana?

Yes. Lejiana. My wife.

Uh, when I told dad

that she hadn't
come home last night,

uh, he got terribly
excited

and drove off in my car,

so I finally decided
to come here

on the off chance that,
uh...

You're wife didn't
come home last night?

That's right and--

[telephone rings]

[Ring]

Want me to get it, Susy?

[Ring]

[Ring]

Hello.

Yeah. Hang on.

Susy, it's that
Sergeant Carlino.

He wants to speak
to you.

Why?

May I take a message?

Roat: Well,
I'll be leaving now.

No, I'll take it,
Sergeant.

Well, his son's here now.

Mr. Roat, don't go.
He wants to talk to you.

Who? Who does?

Police.

Well, say I've gone.

It's about your wife,
Mr. Roat.

Hello.

Speaking.

That's right.

No, she didn't.

In fact--

was she hurt?

Roat: No, tell me now.

[Roat gasps]

Oh.

Mike: Mr. Roat!

Mike!

[Door shuts]

Oh, I'm frightened.

I'm very frightened.

Don't worry, Susy.

He's gone.

Mrs. Roat is dead.

She was murdered
last night near here.

What did you say?

And the police
think Sam did it.

Sam?

Yes. The doll...

The doll...The one
Mr. Roat Jr. described.

Sam brought a doll
exactly like that

back from Canada.

I was trying to help him
unpack from the trip

when something fell
on the floor.

This something
played a little tune.

The something
was a doll!

Mrs. Roat's
special-made, handmade,

"made in Canada" doll.
Sam had it!

I thought it was a surprise
for me, but it wasn't.

It was for a little girl
in the hospital.

A woman at the airport

asked Sam to carry it
for her

so her other little girl
who was meeting her

wouldn't see it
and get jealous.

The woman called yesterday
about getting the doll,

and Sam couldn't find it.

Sam never met the doll lady
in his life before,

never laid eyes on her
before. He told me so.

Don't do this
to yourself, Susy.

And then there was
the woman

he was supposed
to photograph yesterday.

Sam said
she didn't show up,

but he was away
an awful long time

waiting for her.

And her name was Lejiana,
and so is Mrs. Roat's.

Well, suppose
he did know her.

It's not so serious.

Oh, but it is.

All right, then.
Let's say that it's serious.

Then let's try
to figure this all out...

From the beginning.

First the old man
came in here,

screaming about Sam
and Mrs. Roat.

He went into your bedroom
and tore it apart.

He messed up
your dresser.

Now why did he
do that?

He must have taken
something, Susy.

He just must have.

Come here.

Now look...

Check, feel around,

see if anything's missing.

Mike, our
wedding picture's gone.

The one of Sam and me.

Do you see it anywhere?

No.

Well, that's the meanest
thing I ever heard of.

I'm going
to call the police.

No!

No, Mike, we can't.

We mustn't say anything
to the police. Not anything.

They've got to forget
all about us, Mike.

They think Sam did it!

Please.

[Hangs up phone]

Shh!

[Whispering]
What is it?

That's funny.

What's funny?

There's a police car
pulling up outside.

They're just
standing there.

Susy, I think they're
watching this house.

Don't worry.

[Clattering]

It's no good, Mike.

What?

The doll.
I can't find it.

Hold on. I just found
another suitcase.

[Clattering]

What?

I just found
another suitcase.

Oh.

Any luck?

Well, just some papers.

And some letters.

Well, if any of them
are from Mrs. Roat,

don't bother
to read them to me.

Oh, they're
from you, Susy.

You type very well.

I didn't know
Sam was a hoarder.

Listen to me, Susy.

We've got to face the fact
that Sam's in trouble.

We've got to find
that doll.

It's the one thing
that proves

that Sam's connected
with all this.

But it's not here.
We've looked for it.

Well now,
wait a minute.

You're the one
who told me.

You said that
Sam brought a doll

back from Canada.

You said
it's the same doll

that Roat described.

You went right down
the line and told me

that it proved that
Sam and Mrs. Roat

were connected.

And now
Mrs. Roat's dead,

murdered
right next door.

Maybe I was wrong.

That doesn't matter.

If you thought that way,

the police will think
that way.

Without the doll,
it's just a lot

of ranting and raving
from those crazy Roats,

but with the doll,

the police have a case
involving Sam.

Mike--

do you understand that?

Mike, did you notice
how I jumped

when Mr. Roat Jr.
came in here?

Susy, have you
been listening to me?

For a moment, I thought
it was the old man.

He had on the exact same
shoes as his father.

New shoes.

And one of them
squeaked a little bit.

You probably
didn't notice.

No, I didn't.

And another thing:
It's winter.

It's dark early now,
isn't it?

Yes.

Then why has everybody been
playing around with the blinds?

What?

Mr. Roat did it.

And Sergeant Carlino
did it, too.

Mike...

Is that police car
still outside?

I'll check and see.

Yes, and they're
looking this way.

Can you see
their faces,

the policemen
inside the car?

Not very well.
It's pretty dark.

Try.
This is important.

Why?

Is one of the policemen
Mr. Roat?

Is it?

No.

No, it isn't.

There'd be a radio
inside a police car,

wouldn't there?

Yeah, I suppose.

What are
you getting at?

First, Sergeant Carlino
fiddles with the blinds,

then almost immediately

the police phone and ask
to speak to him.

Then Mr. Roat Jr.
fiddles with the blinds

and Carlino calls him.

No, I--I don't think
the police work like that.

It's too, uh,
cops and robbers.

Mr. Roat's story and Sam's
don't go together.

And I've been forgetting
something very important.

What's that?

That I know Sam!

And I don't know
Mr. Roat.

Susy, you've got to get
one thing through your head.

It's what the police think
that counts.

If we want to help Sam,

we've got to find that doll
before they do--

but it isn't here!

It must be!

Susy, it's got to be
in this safe!

But I told you
it couldn't be.

And why not?

Because it isn't ours,
not really.

The woman who had
this apartment before us

wanted to sell it to us
when we moved in.

When we finally convinced
her that we didn't want it,

she locked it and
deliberately dropped the key

down the drain outside.

Susy,
you're making that up.

I am not.
Why should I?

[Gasps]

Oops. Here...

Why should I?

On second thought,

I don't suppose
I'd open my safe

in front of
a stranger either.

Have I been treating
you like a stranger?

I wish the doll
were in the safe.

Anyway,

it is your problem,
isn't it?

Yours and Sam's.

You have to do what you
think is best for him.

Where are you going?

To pick up my things
at the apartment.

I can't miss
the last plane.

You said you'd stay.

Sam will be home soon.

Can you give me
a phone number?

What phone number?

Where you're going,
in case I find the doll.

I'll phone you
when I get there.

At least give me
the name of your friend

so I can call
information.

Well, I...

Yeah, I may have it
written down someplace.

Here it is.

Can you remember it?

Yes.

Ci2...

242. That's
like ours. Go on.

4598.

242-4598.

Right.

Mike?

Hmm?

Thank you.

5...

9...

Where's Roat?

Who knows?

Out beating up
old ladies.

How goes it
inside?

She's something, man.

She is really something.

Yeah.

Well, you're on next.

Give her a minute,

then push her
as hard as you can.

Keep hinting at that
safe and the doll.

If it's in there
and she can't open it,

she will
after you've gone.

What about Roat Jr.
from Scarsdale?

Yeah.

What about him?

Susy: Who's that?

It's only me, Susy.

[Relieved]
Oh.

Oh.

Thank goodness.

I, uh--
when I got upstairs,

I found I'd left a stick
of butter in the bag.

Gloria...

Listen...

Do you remember
the man who was here

when you brought me
the groceries?

Which one?

Not Sam's friend.
The other one.

Sure.

What did he look like?

Kind of dumb-looking,
I guess.

You'd recognize him if you
saw him again, wouldn't you?

Yeah.

Come.

Get up on a chair

and look out the window.

There's a police car
out there.

Can you see the face
of the man inside of it?

There's no police car.

Are you sure?

Yeah, I'm sure.

There's no car
out there.

Well, yes, there is,
a kind of squatty truck,

right by the phone booth.

Phone booth?

Is there anyone
inside the truck?

Well, there's a man
standing near it.

Well, is it Mr. Roat,

the man who was here when
you brought the groceries?

I don't think so.

Susy,
he's coming this way!

[Whispering]
Watch out.

He's looking
through the window.

Can he see you?

No, but he's
still looking.

[Turns on water]

[Water running]

I think he's going.

He's go--
[Music plays]

[Music]

You had it!

I was only borrowing--

Gloria, quick.
We've got to hide it.

Where is it?
Give it to me.

Under your feet.

[Rustling]

I was only borrowing
it, really.

That's why
I brought it back.

Where are we going
to put it?

We've got to find
a place to put it.

In the washing machine.
Come, help me.

Gloria?

Yeah?

Listen...

How would you like
to do something

difficult and
terribly dangerous?

I'd love it.

Can you see the phone
booth from upstairs?

From mother's bedroom,
I think.

Good.

Go upstairs and watch
that phone booth.

Don't take your eyes
off it for a second.

Now, if anyone
from the truck goes in

and makes a call,

phone me as soon as
they come out. Got it?

Just let the phone ring
twice and then hang up.

Remember, twice.

I know.
Like a signal.

Good girl.

Susy, if you need me
for anything,

just bang on the water pipes
in the corner.

[Footsteps]

[Knock on door]

Who's that?

Sergeant Carlino.

[Whispering] Quick,
under the stairs.

I'll be right
with you, Sergeant!

Just a minute!

Coming.

[Knocking]

I'm sorry
to keep you waiting.

I'm glad you dropped by,
Sergeant.

Uh, some children
were playing out back,

and I think
they broke a window.

Would you mind
taking a look?

In here?

I think so.

There's nothing broken here,
Mrs. Hendrix.

Well, maybe in the bathroom.
It's hard for me to tell.

There's nothing broken
anywhere.

Look, Mrs. Hendrix...

I understand Mr. Roat
called on you this afternoon.

Uh, yes. He was here
for a moment.

You've, uh...

You've been looking
for something, I see.

I couldn't find
the garbage bags.

No?

Do you know
what I think?

You can't find
that doll.

No, no. It's not that
at all. I--

no, the doll!

The doll your husband
brought back from Canada.

The doll he gave
Mrs. Roat.

My husband
did not know Mrs. Roat.

I'm sorry, Mrs. Hendrix,
that's just not true.

Mr. Roat recognizes
your husband

from a photograph
his father has.

And old man Roat remembers
seeing your husband

and Mrs. Roat
together several times.

Now...

Now I wonder where
that doll can be.

In that, uh...

That big, black safe
maybe?

There's nothing in the safe.
There is no doll,

and my husband
never knew Mrs. Roat!

He did, as a matter
of fact, know her.

Now if you don't open
that safe,

I'll get a search warrant
and drill it open.

Take less than 10 minutes
to get through that thing

and before your husband
gets back.

Hey,
who are you phoning?

The 6th precinct. I want
to speak to Mr. Roat.

Operator?

Wait a minute.

Mrs. Hendrix,
I'll get him.

I can get through
quicker.

[Dialing]

[Ring]

Hello?

6th precinct?
Carlino speaking.

Go ahead.

Is Mr. Roat Jr.
still there?

Mrs. Hendrix wants
to speak to him.

Hold on, I'll see.

It's for you.
Roat Jr.

Hello?
This is Harry Roat Jr.

Mr. Roat,
this is Mrs. Hendrix.

Uh, m-my lawyer
has advised me

that if your father
makes any more

accusations
against my husband,

he will have to take
immediate action.

Do you understand that,
Mr. Roat?

Yes. Yes. Right.
Thank you, Mrs. Hendrix.

Thank you.

That lawyer friend
of yours

isn't going to stop me,
Mrs. Hendrix.

Be right back...

With a search warrant.

[Telephone rings]

[Ring]

Must be
the wrong number.

Like I said...

I'll be right back.

And, uh, don't forget...

Don't leave this house.

[Closes door]

24...2...

4...598.

[Ring]

Hello?

Mike,
is that you?

Yes, Susy.
Is something the matter?

I've got it!
I've got the doll!

Great!

[Taps glass]

Where was it?

I'll tell you
when you get here.

Can you come right over?

I'll run all the way.

OK.

Oh, Mike?

Everything's going to be
all right now, isn't it?

Yes, Susy.

Everything
will be all right.

[Telephone rings]

[Ring]

Mike?

[Gasps]

No!

Ah...

No.

Oh...No.

[Gasps]

No.

Carlino?

No.

Ohh...

Operator.

[Whispering] Operator,
the police. Emergen--

[knock on door]

Susy,
it's me, Mike.

You must have
the wrong number.

Who was that?

Who are
you talking to?

Uh...Some children,

they call sometimes
and say cruel things.

I don't suppose
they mean it.

The doll, Susy,
where is it?

Where did you
find it?

Oh, well, that's
the silly part, Mike.

I don't why I didn't
think of it earlier.

I should have remembered
ages ago.

That doesn't matter.

Where is it?

You'll think I'm such
a fool when I tell you.

Look, Susy,
don't complicate things.

Just give me the doll,
then Sam will be safe.

You're right.
That's what's important.

If anything happened
to Sam...

Susy,
where's the doll?

I'll get it for you.

Would you give me
the key ring

that's on the nail
by the icebox?

Are these the ones?

Yes.

You wait here, Mike.
I'll be right back.

Wait a minute.

Where are you going?

T-to the studio.

To Sam's studio.
That's where it is.

How do you know the doll's
at his studio?

Gloria just told me.

The little girl
with the groceries.

She went over there

to do an errand for
Sam, and she saw it

and heard it, too.
It played a little tune.

Are you sure about this?

Yes, positive.

If it hadn't been

for that awful Sergeant
Carlino hounding me,

I could have
told you earlier.

OK, Susy, fine.

I'll go get it.

Where is the studio?

Just 2 blocks away.

78 west 8th street.

It's on the top
floor, and...

And the desk is in
the far corner,

away from
the window.

It's a big old thing
with a roller top.

You know
the kind I mean,

with cubbyholes and
pigeonholes and...

Yeah. I know
the kind you mean.

It's in the left-hand
drawer--the doll.

Gloria said so.

Susy, I'm going
to ask you once more.

This is no time
for mistakes.

Are you sure the little girl
saw the doll there?

Are you sure
this is all true?

I'm saving my husband's
life, aren't I, Mike?

I'll be right back.

You stay put.

Make yourself a cup
of hot coffee or something.

Whatever you say,
Mike.

[Closes door]

[Gloria taps back]

Susy! Susy, it's me.

Oh.

Those men who just
went out. Who are they?

[Whispering]
Where are they now?

Careful...

2 of them went up the street.

The other one--

the one that looked
in the window--

Carlino. Yes?

Well, he's outside...

Guarding or something.

Now...

The first thing
we have to do...

Is stay calm.

I'm calm, Susy.

Yes, I know you are.
I really know.

It's the best thing
I ever heard.

Are they detectives?

No, honey,
they're not detectives.

They're
sure not detectives.

The one
out on the street--

can I get by him?

Not without
his seeing you.

Then I have to stay here.

You've never really
met him, have you?

No.

Good.

You know the port
authority bus terminal?

Uh-uh.

It's near 42nd street.

Take a taxi. The driver
will know where it is.

42nd street.

Here.
You'll need this.

What should I do when
I get to the bus place?

Ask if the bus has
arrived from Ashbury Park.

Ashbury Park. Say it.

Ashbury Park.

Meet every bus that
comes in from Ashbury Park.

Stay there all night
if you have to.

Sam will be on one of
them. Can you do that?

Of course I can.
What shall I tell him?

Everything. All about
the 3 men. Everything.

Sam will know
what to do.

And as soon as
I know you're safe,

I'll call
the police.

OK. Gee, I wish
something like this

would happen every day.

Oh, I'm a girl scout.

Wanna buy some cookies?

Sure you don't wanna buy
a few boxes?

I get points.

Buzz off, kid.

Well...OK.

Guess I better try to make
points with someone else.

[Stick clacking across
grating, garbage cans]

Operator.

[Clicking receiver]

No!

No.

No.

Oh, noooo!

No, no...

[Sobbing]

Oh, God!

Dear God, dear God...

Ohh, ohh.

I can't do this.

Please, Sam!

Sam!

[Sobbing]
Ohh...God.

Oh, God!

[Light bulb breaks]

[Bulb shatters]

[Bulb shatters]

[Smash]

[Bulb pops]

[Crash]

Roat: All right,
all right,

I'll meet you
in the parking lot.

OK, bad man.

[Lighter flicks]

Susy?

[Knocking]

Susy!

It's me, Mike.

How long have you known?

You've been
to the studio, Mike.

Oh, that's right.

And there was no doll.

More fun still...

There wasn't even a desk.

Poor Sam.

He really ought
to have a desk.

But then you don't
know my friend Sam

and about him
needing a desk.

Mrs. Hendrix--

Susy.

We're not strangers.

All right, Susy.
Game time's over.

I want the doll.

No.

I'm afraid you don't
have any choice.

Oh, but I do.

I do have a choice.

No, you don't!

Damn it, you act as if
you're in kindergarten.

This is the big, bad world
full of mean people,

where nasty things happen.

Now you tell me.

Look, Susy,
you listen to me,

and you listen to me good!

I'm through playing around.

You give me that doll,
and you give it to me fast!

Give it to me!

[Sighs]

OK, Susy.

You win.

Sam didn't kill that
woman, did he, Mike?

He didn't even
know her.

He met her
at the airport.

Just exactly
like he told you.

Did you kill her,
Mike?

No.

Mr. Roat?

That isn't important.

It hasn't got anything to do
with you or with Sam.

It never did.

It was a whole separate thing
for me and Carlino and Roat.

You don't belong
to any of it.

It's different with
Mr. Roat, isn't it?

I think it's more
than the doll with him.

He said he wants to do
evil things.

You don't have to worry
about Roat.

[Tires screech]

Aah!

Roat's dead.

He didn't like us,
you know...

Any of us...

So we had
to get rid of him.

We flipped a coin.
Carlino won.

Anyway,
it doesn't matter.

What are you gonna
do now, Mike?

Disappear...Like magic.

You're a good strong lady...

Susy Hendrix.

World's champion
blind lady.

Oh, yeah.

You're all of that.

And, Susy...

Yes?

I want you to know--unh.

What is it?

Ohh!

Susy: Mike...

Mike!

[Shoes squeaking]

[Cap clatters]

[Splashing]

What are you
doing...

Mr. Roat?

[Sniffing]

Gasoline!

[Gasps]

Well, Susy--

aah! Uhh!

Aah! Unnh!

Now all the children
have gone to bed,

and we can talk.

What are you going to do
with that gasoline?

Well, you just guess.

[Sniffing]

Now guess.

Nooo!

[Sobbing]
Please, no!

Aah! All right!

I thought that
would save time.

I'll get you the doll.

Oh, that's
a good girl.

Go to the head
of the class.

Aah!

Mike.

Ohh...Ohh...

[Choked sob]
No.

[Startled gasp]

It's just a chair, Susy,
so you can sit down.

[Quiet sobbing]

Did you know
they wanted to kill me?

I did.

I knew it
even before they did.

They were awful amateurs,

and that's why you
saw through them.

I saw through you, too.

No. Not all the way,
Susy.

Even now...
Not all the way.

The lovely thing was the way
I let them set it all up.

All that silliness of meeting
in the parking lot,

the whole thing.

They had comic-book minds,

so we did it their way,
right until the end.

And then...

Topsy-turvy.

Me topsy, and them turvy.

Where's Sam?

Where did you send him?

Clever Susy.

Where is he?!

He's on his way
to Bellevue hospital.

There was a message
waiting for him

when he got
to Ashbury Park,

one of those short,
formal things.

"Your wife has had
a slight accident,"

you know?

So he took the first bus
and is racing to your bedside.

So we don't have
too much time together.

[Sobbing]
You killed that woman,

that doll woman.

I don't want to talk
about Mrs. Roat.

[Shuddering]

Are you gonna give me
that doll, Susy?

I can't--aah! Ah!

I don't believe you,
Susy.

I can't! I--I don't
have it anymore.

Look, what is that?!

Stop it!

Now, I'm not gonna
ask you again, Susy.

So when do you want
to tell me where it is?

You're gonna
have to tell me.

I can't! It isn't here!

You're lying again.

Ohh! What is that?!

It's just...

[Sobbing]

Just my hand.

[Shuddering]

Well, now...

Why don't we stand up?

I said stand up!

Now...

Go into the bedroom.

Mr. Roat...

Mmm.

Are you
looking at me?

Yes, Susy, I--

unh!

Roat: Stop!
[Gasping]

Don't touch that!

Susy: Unh!

[Clattering]

I have your knife,
Mr. Roat.

And I've got...

[Scrape]

The matches, Mrs. Hendrix.

No, no.

No, no...
No! No more!

No, no, no!

No!
It's out!

No! It's out, I said!

Cut it out!
[Gagging]

[Coughing]
Stop!

[Gasping]

Try lighting your match
now, Mr. Roat.

[Coughing]

Throw your matches
over to me.

Go on!

[Coughing and gagging]

Don't move.

I still have
your knife.

[Scrape]

Pick up the cane.

And tap on the floor
right where you are

so I know
where you are.

[Tap]
Go on. Tap.

Tap.

[Tap]

Keep tapping.

[Tap]

Keep tapping.

[Tap]

[Tap tap]
Keep tapping.

[Tap]

Tap.

[Tap tap]

[Tap tap]

[Shuddering]

[Tap]

[Tap tap tap]

Keep tapping.

[Tap tap]

Tap.

[Tap]

Tap.

[Tapping]

Tap.

[Tap tap tap]

Louder.

[Tap tap]

[Tap]

Louder!

[Tap tap tap]

[Tap tap tap]

[Tap tap]

[Tap]

[Tap tap tap]

[Tap tap]

[Susy struggles
with chain on door]

[Refrigerator generator
cycles on]

Ah!

Well, Susy...

It's all over.

[Gasps]

Drop the knife.

[Shuddering]

[Whimpers]

Ohh!

And the matches.

[Sobbing]

Aah!

Down we go.

All right.

[Sobs]

All right,
you can have it.

You can have
the doll!

I'll give it to you

if you'll just go
and...And...

And...

Yes, Susy?

Not hurt me.

Say please.

Please. [Sobs]

No, that's not quite it.

"Please...
May I give you the doll?"

[Choked sob]

Please may I give you
the doll?

You may.

Ohh!

[Sobbing]

The doll.

[Plastic gloves
rustling]

[Doll music box
starts playing]

Uh-huh.

Catchy tune.

[Whistling along]

Well, Susy...

Now I want you
in the bedroom.

You said
you wouldn't hurt me.

Did I? I must've had
my fingers crossed.

Ah-aah.

Good girl.

[Groaning]

Help!

Help!

Help!

Help!

[Sobbing]

Aah! Ah!

Window...

Aah!

Aah! Help!

Aah!

Aah!

Where--

where is it?

[Frantic gasps]

Where is it?!

Oh, God!

[Susy screams]

[Siren]

Wait! Wait!

You stay here, Gloria.
Do you understand?

All right, come on.
Look out.

Hurry!

Here! Let me try.

Officer:
Take it easy.

Don't waste your time.

Susy!

Susy, where are you?

Susy!

You know this man?

No.

Susy, for God's sake,
where--

must be in the bedroom.

[Flicking light switch]
I tried it. It won't work.

All right,
bring your flashlight.

I got some bulbs in here.

My God, where is she?

I'm gonna have another
look in the--

[quiet whimpering]

God in heaven.

Susy! Susy!
It's all--

wait!

Sam?

Over here, Susy.

I'm over here.

You're by the chair.

Great girl.

Ohh!

I'm over here.

You're doing fine.

Just fine.

Ohh!

Oh, Sammy!

♪♪ Who cares how cold and gray
the day may be? ♪♪

♪♪ Wait until dark,
and we'll be warm ♪♪

♪♪ Our place of love is where
we face our dreams together ♪♪

♪♪ Where our fantasies
take form ♪♪

♪♪ When I can feel your nearness
in the night ♪♪

♪♪ My disappointments disappear ♪♪

♪♪ The chillest day
may bring us little dreams ♪♪

♪♪ That seem to miss their mark ♪♪

♪♪ But, oh, my darling ♪♪

♪♪ Wait until dark ♪♪