All language subtitles for The.Victim.1972.BDRip.x264-ZYURANGER

We're home, Girl.

Come on. Yes.

Hello, Cally.

Are you hungry?

You're hungry.

I know, I know.

Yes, there you go.

There you go, sweetheart, yes.

This is ridiculous.

Thanks, George.

Hello?

Oh, Kate.

- How are ya?
- Wondering about you.

How are things, Susie?

Things, Kate, are in shambles.

It's finished, kaput.

Oh? When did you decide that?

Last night.

Oh, Katie, you know
how hard I've tried,

how much I wanted
to make it work.

But there's nothing left. Nothing.

- And Ben agrees?
- No.

But when something is dead,
the only decent thing to do is bury it.

I called my attorney
earlier today

and made an appointment
for tomorrow.

I'm gonna start proceedings
immediately.

My, you are in a rush.

- Why wait?
- Well, yeah, I suppose, if you're that sure.

I am.

I was, uh, half expecting
a call from you.

Big sister's intuition.

Well, I hardly needed
a crystal ball, did I?

Hey, look, Susie,
why don't you come up here?

We can talk or not,
whatever you want.

Oh, Katie, I'd love to,
but it's too complicated.

There's the cat, the dog,
the bird, a million things.

Can't Ben take care
of the animals for a few days?

Ben's gone. He left this morning
early on business.

And I want to be out
when he gets back.

What about the house?

It's his, and he can have
everything in it.

I want nothing from him,
and he'll get no more from me.

Clean, finished,
as if there never was a marriage.

That's what I'm gonna
tell the lawyer.

Hey, look, Susie, why don't I drive
down there and keep you company?

No, I'm all right, really.

It's been raining here,
and they're predicting a big storm.

I don't want you
driving down in that.

When did a little weather
ever stop me?

Look, it's not even 3:00,

and it's lonely around here
with Philip away.

I can be down there in plenty of time for us
to have a drink and a nice, cozy dinner together.

No, I don't think so.

I'll probably have myself
a good cry tonight.

No, no, no, I'll be fine
in the morning.

I'll call you tomorrow, okay?

Okay, love.

You will call
if you change your mind?

Yes, I will.

And, Katie,
thanks for being there.

Bye-bye.

Have you finished eating?

What are you doing here?

- Operator.
- Hello, operator,

I've been trying to reach
area code 408-555-4208

and I keep getting
a busy signal.

Has there been any trouble with the
telephone lines down there because of the storm?

- We haven't been notified of any.
- Oh, well, fine,

then could you check the line
for conversation, please?

- Is this an emergency call?
- Uh, yes, this is an emergency.

I'll have it checked for you.

- I'm sorry, the phone is off the hook.
- Off the hook?

There's no conversation
on the line.

Oh, yes, well,
thank you, operator.

George, I've decided to drive down
and spend the night with Susan.

Could you get
the car out for me?

- Yes, ma'am, right away.
- Thanks.

I'll just throw some things
in a suitcase.

Oh, yeah, just throw those
in the front seat, will you?

- Thanks.
- Certainly, mm-hm.

Have a nice trip,
Mrs. Wainwright.

- Hold down the fort, George.
- I'll do my best.

Yes, ma'am,
what can I do for ya?

- Fill it up, please.
- Yes, ma'am.

Ah, at last.

- Heading south, miss?
- Uh, yes.

- How far?
- About 25 miles.

The road is closed
beyond Wilton Corners.

We've had some mudslides.

Oh, well, I wasn't going
quite that far.

Just the same, miss, we're recommending
that folks stay off Route 1 unless it's urgent.

We're gonna have to close down
all of it as soon as it's dark.

Well, uh, I'll make a phone call.

Maybe I'll stay at the lodge
for the night.

That'd be best.

There you go. Thank you.
Come again, miss.

The Wainwright residence?

Oh, hi, George, it's me.
Has Susan called?

No, ma'am.
Is there something wrong?

Well, uh, I'm at Highland Point.

I called her again,
but there was no answer.

I thought maybe she changed her mind
about coming up to the city.

Perhaps she's on her way,
Mrs. Wainwright.

Well, I doubt that she'd come
without calling.

Look, uh, I'm gonna
go on down to Susan's.

If she does arrive,
have her call me, will you?

Of course, Mrs. Wainwright.

Okay, bye-bye.

Sue?

Susan?

Hey, Susie, let me in,
it's a little damp out here!

Sue!

Oh, for Pete's sake.

Sue?

Oh. Hi, Cally.

You hungry?

Oh, you couldn't possibly be.

You've already been fed.

Susan?

Hey, it's me!

Sue?

Susie?

Sue, you down here?

Ouch.

Susan?

Where have you been
the past hour?

I've been calling and...

Susan?

Who is it?

Who's there?

Oh.

Mrs. Hawkes.

What are you doing here?

- Where is Mrs. Chappel?
- What's that?

Oh, hold on a minute.

- What'd you say?
- I asked you where Mrs. Chappel is.

I don't keep tabs
on your sister.

She's always gallivanting
somewhere.

- She's not home?
- No.

- What time did she leave?
- Search mel!

She was gone from the house
when I got here, that's all I know.

- What time was that?
- My regular time, 3:00.

But I talked to her on the phone
just a few minutes before 3:00.

Well, I can't help that.

I was here at my regular hour
just like always.

But that's not possible.

You would've seen her leaving
on the way from your house, wouldn't you?

Are you calling me a liar,
Mrs. Wainwright?

Well, no, of course not,
Mrs. Hawkes.

I was only trying to be logical.

There's no way from here to the highway
except past your house,

and it must take at least five minutes
to walk the road from your house to here.

I know what time I got here.

I can't say what time
you spoke to your sister.

So I don't know if I should've seen her
going to the highway or not, do I?

Mrs. Hawkes, I tried to call here twice
between 3:00 and 4:00

and the phone was off the hook.

Then someone put it back on,
and when I called again there was no answer.

And you insist
you were here all that time?

Mrs. Wainwright, some people
have work to do.

I am trying to do mine.

Now I don't know nothing
about no phone.

I came in here at 3:00,
and I went straight upstairs.

Today is my upstairs day.

Mm, and you probably didn't hear
the phone ringing

because your hearing aid
was turned off.

Well, there wouldn't be
nobody calling me here.

What about Girl?
Have you seen her?

Have you seen the dog,
Mrs. Hawkes?

There's no need to shout.

No, I didn't,
not hide, nor hair.

She probably took her with her
when she left.

Ooh, it's freezing in here.

No wonder.

- Hello?
- Hello?

Is Susan there?

No, she isn't.
Who's calling, please?

- This is Edith Jordan.
- Oh, Edith, hi, how are you?

This is Katherine Wainwright.

Katherine Wain...

Oh, Katherine, hi.

- When did you get down here?
- Oh, an hour or so ago.

Oh, well, will Susan
be back soon?

I imagine she will.

She wasn't here when I arrived.

And since she didn't know
I was coming, I really can't be sure.

She might have gone
somewhere for dinner.

Oh, I doubt that,
unless she's on her way here.

Have you spoken to Susan
since last night?

Yes, late this afternoon.

- Then you know what she's decided.
- Uh-huh.

Yes, we had quite a long chat
this morning, too.

I told her to come over
and have dinner and sleep over.

She said she'd let me know.

Then I... I don't understand.

Apparently, she's been gone
for a couple of hours.

Mrs. Hawkes has been here
since 3:00 and...

Mrs. Hawkes?

What's she doing there?

Susan pink-slipped
that old battle-ax.

She finally fired her.

She told me so last night.

They had words,
more than usual, I gather.

- Are you sure?
- Susan gave her two weeks' pay

and a boot in the rear.

If it had been me, she could
go whistle for her two weeks.

Well, then, what's she doing here?

Well, I always did think that
that old witch was a little bit attached.

You know how possessive she is
about Ben and that house.

She obviously won't take no for an answer
until she's thrown out bodily.

But I wouldn't advise you to try it.

I'm sure her bite is poisonous.

Well, if she does come to your house,
will you have her call me?

Of course, I'll have her
phone you right away.

And if she comes home,
let me know, will you?

I'm kind of worried about her,
the state of mind she's in.

Yes, I will, Edith.

Bye-bye.

Oh, stone cold.

Mrs. Hawkes,
the furnace isn't working.

The furnace ain't my business.

Do you know how to turn it on?

No.

Don't you have a furnace
at your house?

Not one of them newfangled
oil burner things.

If you're cold, sit by the fire.

- What were you doing down there?
- Getting the furnace started.

Mrs. Hawkes,
don't you have any idea

where Mrs. Chappel
might have been all this time?

She could've gone to see her lawyer,
I suppose, about the divorce.

How would you know
about the divorce?

It was just decided last night.

It's been coming
for a long time.

Anybody with eyes
could see that.

Do you realize that Mr. Chappel
is likely to lose this house

if she goes through
with the divorce now?

That's hardly your affair.

Oh, ain't it?

This house has been my affair
for the past ten years, every day,

from breakfast till the dinner dishes
was washed and put away.

This house and Mr. Chappel, mine,
until she came along.

That's enough, Mrs. Hawkes.

Uh, now you needn't bother about dinner, and if
you're finished with your other work, you can go.

I'm sure that Mrs. Chappel will be home soon
and we'll fix something for ourselves.

Number one, I ain't finished
with my other work.

Number two, this is Wednesday.

On Wednesday, Mr. Chappel always has
my New England boiled dinner.

Mr. Chappel won't
be home for dinner.

- He's in Los Angeles.
- If that's so, nobody told me.

You can take my word for it.

And neither Mrs. Chappel,
nor I like boiled food.

In this house, I take my orders
from Mr. Chappel.

Uh, Mrs. Hawkes,
you leave me no choice.

I happen to know that Mrs. Chappel fired you,
so if you'd be kind enough to leave.

I've been working for Mr. Chappel
for a long time.

He hired me, he's the only one
who can fire me.

Did you hear what I said?

I want you to go.

Now.

Sue?

Susie?

Sue?

Where is she?

- Who?
- Mrs. Chappel.

Her car is in the garage.
Didn't she come in this way?

Susan?

Susan?

Susan?

Sue, you here?

Sue?

Susan?

Susan!

Susie, are you out here?

Mrs. Hawkes...

Mrs. Hawkes?

Sloane and Simpson,
good afternoon.

Is Mr. Chappel's secretary there?

I don't know her name.

Well, Joyce is gone for the day.

Oh. Well, perhaps
you could tell me.

Where does Mr. Chappel stay when
he goes to Los Angeles for the company?

Well, he always stayed
at the Whitehall.

The Whitehall. Thank you.

- But, ma'am?
- Yes?

Mr. Chappel hasn't been with
Sloane and Simpson for some time.

What?

Are you sure?

Oh, yes, he left the firm
over a month ago.

I see.

Th... thank you.

Thank you very much.

Funny.

Susan never mentioned that.

Oh. Oh, well, Cally, all right,
if you're still hungry.

Mrs. Hawkes?

Mrs. Hawkes?

Is that you?

How'd that get open?

That I don't need.

Goodnight.

Oh.

Oh, Girl, where have you been?

Oh!

Oh, my God, what a mess.

Where have you been, with little Susan?

Huh?

Where is she?

What do you want down there?

Come on.

Come on, let's go in by the fire, come on.

Come on, Girl.

Just lie down by the fire and get dry.

Whitehall.

Whitehall.

Do you have a Mr. Benjamin Chappel
registered there?

Just a moment, please.

No, we don't.

Well, do you have a reservation for him?

And he hasn't canceled his reservation?

- No.
- Well, then I'd like to leave

a message for him, please.

Would you have him call home
as soon as he arrives?

Yes, that's right, thank you.

Come on, Girl.

- Hello?
- Katherine, Edith.

- Has Susan come home yet?
- No, she hasn't.

- Gee, that is strange.
- Well, her car's in the garage.

I thought she'd come home when I saw it,
but I guess a friend picked her up

and the car's been here all the time.

Could be, but...

Katherine,
I think you should call the police

and report her as missing.

The police?

Really?

You really think I should?

Well, maybe... maybe I will.

Good. Wait, Katherine,
I hate to think of you there all alone.

I was gonna suggest that Harry pick you up
so you could join us for dinner,

but I just heard on the radio
that Route 1 is closed by rockslides

between there and here.

Well, that's very thoughtful of you, Edith,
but I'm okay.

I'm probably being foolish.

I've been jumping at sounds

and imagining all sorts of things.

Oh my, I'd hate to be alone in that house

on a night like this,

especially with all you
worrying about Susan.

Ooh, I'd really be spooked.

Well, I definitely think
you should call the police.

Hello?

Hello?

Edith?

Hello?

Who is it?

Who's there?

Deputy Sheriff, ma'am.

- Miss Wainwright?
- Yes, is there something wrong?

Oh, no, ma'am, Mrs. Edith Jordan
called headquarters

and asked us to look in on ya,
make sure you're all right.

Oh, yes, I'm fine, come in, please.

Thank you.

- Your phone still out of order?
- Yes, I'm afraid so.

I just tried it again.

Well, we've reported it, but there's
so many lines down from the storm,

I'm afraid it'll be quite a while before
the phone company gets around to ya.

Mrs. Jordan wanted you to know
that she's calling around

trying to locate your sister
and tell her you're here.

Oh, thank you,
I've been quite concerned.

Now, emergency vehicles can
get through on Route 1 to the north,

so if you'd like us to take you
by Mrs. Jordan's home,

she thought you might want
to spend the night with her.

Well, that's very kind of you, but, uh,

Mrs. Chappel might be
coming at any time now,

and I'd rather be here.

- Well, you could leave her a note.
- No, no, I'll stay here.

But, would it be possible,
if Mrs. Chappel is stranded somewhere,

for you to let me know?

Yes, ma'am,
we'll keep in touch with Mrs. Jordan.

If she hears anything,
we'll get back to you.

- Thank you.
- Now, is there anything else we can do for ya?

Oh, yes, part of a tree
broke through the window upstairs

and it's too heavy for me to move,
the room's getting soaked.

Well, I think we can fix that,
but we'll need something to block it off with.

Oh, I think we can find something
in the basement.

Must be something
down here you can use.

Wait a minute,
I think this will work.

How big is that window, ma'am?

- Think that'll cover it?
- Oh, yes, that should be fine.

- Here, take that, Billy.
- Okay, so we'll need something

- to hold this in place.
- We'll take a couple of these 2x4s.

- I think that'll hold it, ma'am.
- Thank you very much.

It's all right, Girl.

There's a highway patrol car
stationed at the slide

about two miles north on Route 1.

So, if you change your mind
or you need any help.

Yes, all right, and thank you again.

Ugh, Girl, for heaven's sake.

Who's there?

Who's there?

Is someone there?

Who is it?

- What are you doing here?
- Where are you going?

I'm leaving, the lights are out.

Get out of the rain,
you're getting soaked!

Listen, I saw the police
going out past my house

and I was wondering,
well, is something wrong here?

- What did they want?
- No, they just brought me a message

- from Mrs. Jordan.
- What happened to your lights?

I don't know, the storm, I suppose.

Oh, that ain't likely,
we're on the same line and my lights is okay.

Maybe it's a fuse,
I better take a look.

- I'll light the candles.
- There's a flashlight here somewhere.

Here it is.

And here's the fuses.

I... I thought it might be a fuse,
but I don't know where the fuse box is.

It's in the basement.

- You better come with me.
- Why?

Well, my eyes ain't so good.

Sometimes it's hard to know
which ones is blown.

Mrs. Wainwright,
you gotta understand about Mr. Chappel.

He's pretty much in debt
and a divorce right now?

- It could finish him.
- Mrs. Hawkes,

I really don't care to discuss
Mr. Chappel's problem with you.

He'd lose this house, everything!

I understand how you feel
about Mr. Chappel,

but this is between
Mr. Chappel and Mrs. Chappel.

You think he married her
for her money, don't ya?

Mrs. Hawkes, please.

What?

What's this?

The handle is...

It's on Off.

You.

- All the time.
- What?

I knew there was someone in this house.

You never went home, did you?

- What are you talking about?
- You turned off the lights

to frighten me, why?

Do you really hate
my sister that much?

- You're talking crazy.
- Down here in the basement,

making noises to frighten me,
you're trying to drive me out of this house.

Now, why would I go
skulking around here for?

I don't know, but I heard you!

I heard you.

Did you tell that to the police?

Yes, I did.

You're lying.

They didn't do any searching.

I was outside watching.

If you told them,
they didn't believe you.

It was you all the time?

Get out of this house.

Get out.

Get out!

Susan?

Susan...

Oh, Ben.

Katherine.

Well, hello.

I certainly didn't expect
to see you here,

but I guess I shouldn't be too surprised,
should I?

Under the circumstances,
obviously Susan told you.

Susan isn't here.

She's not?

Well, where is she?

I don't know.

Ben, I'm worried,
I've been here for hours.

I've even been outside looking for her.

- Well, maybe she drove up to see you.
- Her car's in the garage.

Well, that's odd.

Well, probably a friend came
to pick her up.

She may have felt the need to talk.

I suppose you know about us.

Yeah, she told me on the phone.

That's why I decided to come down,
but when I got here she wasn't here.

She told me you were
going to Los Angeles on business.

Well, I was on my way.

After our blow-up last night,
I thought it would be a good idea

if we both had some time to cool off.

But, on my way to the airport,

I started to have second thoughts.

I was halfway up the steps to the plane
when I just turned around

and came back down again.

I sat in the airport and I thought over
all the things that we had said to each other,

and the more I thought about it the worse.

Well, anyway,
that plane took off without me,

and then the next one,

and finally I decided
that I would come on back

and try my damnedest
to find some way

to patch things up.

Certainly more important
than any business trip.

- I'll find her.
- The phone's out of order.

It's dead all right.

Well, I'm gonna change
out of these wet things.

Maybe the phone'll be fixed by then.

Ben.

Did you know that
Susan fired Mrs. Hawkes?

Yes, it was pretty rough on the old girl,
I mean, after being here all these years,

but I don't blame Susan.

Mrs. Hawkes looked on her
as a usurper ever since we got married.

Well, she was here today,
cleaning and cooking as usual.

- She was?
- Not only that, she's been trying

to frighten me into leaving.

Look, Katherine,
I find that hard to believe.

But, it's true.

She's had me climbing the walls.

I think she resents me
even more than she does Susan.

Do you really think so?

Well, the fact is I'm not too sure

that Mrs. Hawkes is quite all there.

Ben.

You don't suppose
Mrs. Hawkes could've

done something to Susan, do you?

What?

Well, I suppose it is possible.

No, I mean, what am I saying?

The idea is ridiculous.

Katherine, nobody has done
anything to Susan.

You... you're so jumpy.

It's beginning to affect me.

Ben.

- How did you get here?
- What?

- What do you mean?
- The highway,

it's closed.

Oh yeah, of course.

Well, I had to take the backroad,

the one that cuts in
just north of Wilton Corners.

It's mostly a dirt road,
well, mud now,

and it's washed out
a couple of miles from here.

I had to walk from there,
well, that's why I'm such a mess.

Katherine, relax.

We're worrying about nothing.

Susan's spending the night with a friend.

I'm sure of it.

- You'll see.
- What... what about the people

you were supposed to meet
in Los Angeles?

Your business appointment,
won't they be wondering where you are?

I called my office from the airport,

and told my secretary
to phone down and cancel.

Your secretary
at Sloane and Simpson?

Well, of course, what else?

What's with you, Kate?

Uh, no... nothing.

l... I just wondered.

You really are shook up.

Well, I feel a lot better.

- Have you tried the phone again?
- No.

Still nothing.

Ben,

does Susan know about your job?

Know what?

I called Sloane and Simpson
earlier today to find out

where I could reach you
in Los Angeles.

I see, and what you found out
is that I have been sacked.

No, Susan doesn't know.

Oh, I see.

That's what all those questions
were all about.

Were you really
going to Los Angeles?

Yes, to see my contacts,
ex-customers and all that.

I've been beating the bushes
this last month

trying to locate a new situation

hopefully before I had to tell Susan
I had blown the old one.

I guess you've been under
a lot of pressure lately.

Pressure?

- You mean money?
- Yes.

Is... is that part of the trouble
between you and Susan?

Not... directly.

- Would you like a drink, Katherine?
- No, thank you.

Well, I think I'm gonna
have another one.

I still haven't gotten
the chill out of my bones.

What do you mean "not directly"?

Oh.

It bugs me.

I mean, not being able
to give Susan the things I'd like to.

I've got my share of male ego,
and it bothers me

whenever she uses her own money
to buy clothing and things.

No reason why she shouldn't.

I suppose not,

but it triggered
more than one argument,

for which I take full responsibility.

But, you know, I've always wanted
to make a go of it

on what I earn.

I would've thought that
the extra $15,000

that Susan drew
from her trust fund last month

would've eased things for you a bit.

So, she told you about that?

No, my attorney did.

I see.

Well, some of my creditors
are getting a bit nasty.

Speaking of lawyers,
did you know that Susan's planning

to see her lawyer tomorrow
about the divorce?

Well, I suppose
I'm not all that surprised.

A divorce now would put you in a bind,
wouldn't it?

I guess,
haven't thought that much about it,

because it's not gonna happen.

The truth is our difficulties
are just a bunch of mole hills.

Pile one on top of each another until
they look like an insurmountable mountain.

But, we'll work it out, you'll see.

Those mole hills... money?

- And other women?
- Look, Katherine,

I know that Susan was just a little suspicious
about some of my business trips,

but I gave up those one-night stands
long before we were married.

Ben?

I found Susan's keys
and her wallet upstairs.

l... can't imagine why
she'd have gone out without them.

Well, she has another set of keys,

and why would she need her wallet
if she's having dinner at a friend's house?

Yes... yes, I suppose, but I...

I can't get it out of my head that

maybe, this afternoon,
she went outside for something,

and, in the storm, had an accident.

She could be
lying out there somewhere.

Your imagination's working overtime.

Okay.

If it'll make you feel better,

I'll go out and look.

Thanks, Ben.

Looks like the rain's let up.

What are you doing?

What's got into you, Katherine?

Where do you think you're going?

Suddenly I just couldn't
sit there any longer.

- Ben, I'm frightened.
- Of what?

Something terrible has happened
to Susan, and I know it.

I'm sure of it, Ben.

If I could just get to the police
and tell them.

Katherine,
you're not making any sense.

I mean,
we're stuck here until morning.

- There's no place to go.
- No!

There are police at the roadblock.

If we could just tell them...

Katherine.

You're letting your imagination run wild.

Come on, we'll go inside,
sit down quietly,

and I'll give you a nice, stiff drink.

Sit down.

There you go, down the hatch.

One more.

All of it this time.

I'll be all right in a minute.

- In a minute.
- If you drink that all down.

Come on.

Ben, I'm sorry.

It's just that it's been
such a nerve-racking day.

I'm all right now.

- Are you sure?
- Yes.

But, I'm exhausted.

Of course.

If you don't mind,
I think I'll go up and lie down.

I feel as if I could sleep for a week.

- Good idea.
- Oh, I can make it.

Well, you get some sleep.

I'll wake you when Susan comes home.

Katherine,

the phone company's probably
repairing the lines right now.

I'm sure we'll have service
any minute now.

Yes,

I'm sure.

Su... Su... Susan?

What is it, you wanna go out?

That is Su...

All right.

- Katherine!
- No!

Chappel, no!

Let her go!

Mr. Chappel,
I called the police!