All language subtitles for 1937 Love from a Stranger

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- Luís Filipe Bernardes -

- Still raining cats and dogs.
- I'm getting all used to it.

You can get used to a wart on the end of
your nose but it doesn't mean you like it.

I knew it was raining again.

My poor corns.

Do you mind, Carol, dear,
if I get into your bed?

I'm so lonely and chilly in my room.

Oh, no, dear, get right in.

How are you feeling this
morning, Aunt Lou?

Not very well. My poor head.

- Yes, my head.
- Sure it isn't your liver, darling?

It was your liver yesterday.

Was it?

Maybe tomorrow all your teeth
will fall out, or you may break a leg.

Wouldn't that be wonderful?

- Your breakfast is ready, Carol.
- Thanks. Kate.

You have no idea how that woman
needles me when you're out of sight.

Oh, you just imagine that, Aunt Lou.
Kate's a grand friend.

I wish she was in Timbuktu.

Oh no, you don't. If it weren't for Kate,
we couldn't afford this nice little flat.

It's all very well for you. You're at
a nice comfortable office all day long.

But I have to stay at home listening
to her giving music lessons.

I suppose your Aunt Lou will be
hanging around your neck...

...even after you marry Ronnie.

- I can't throw her in the dust bin.
- Why not?

Don't let her mess up
your married life.

You don't know how lucky you are
to get a husband.

I know, Kate.
And I do appreciate Ronnie.

Oh, heavens! I'll be late.

Oh, here, take this with you.

What'll I bring home for dinner?
Mutton?

I'll bleed if you do.

Can't you think of something else?

Liver.

I'd feel as if I were carving
into Aunt Lou.

Well, how would you like some lobster,
caviar, crepes and champagne?

Get out!

- I know, let's have something different.
- What!

Mutton!

- Carol!
- She's gone! She's escaped!

You're late, Miss Howard.

I'm sorry, Mr. Tuttle.

Why are you late, Miss Howard?

I was looking at a hat.

- A hat?
- Yes, a hat.

Well, well, on the Foundation's time
you were looking at a hat?

- I'm sorry, Mr. Tuttle.
- That will be all for the present.

MV42893...

MV42893...
M.. V... 4...

Miss Howard.

Miss Howard, in your report,
would you please include...

Miss Howard!

Well, I... well, I...

Carol!

Go on, keep playing.
I'm listening.

What happened?
You've been sick?

I'm rich! I won a fortune.

Thousands and thousands.

Nine million six hundred thousand pennies.

Oh, come and sit down. I knew
Aunt Lou would drive you crazy.

- You don't understand, Kate.
- Sit down.

Go on, I'm listening.

- I won the Sweepstake.
- Now I know you're crazy.

That lottery ticket you didn't want
me to buy I won it.

Don't you remember?
MV426... 8... 8...

I'm so excited I can't remember
the number.

You look.

I can't believe it.

Neither could I. But it's true.

Thousands of pounds.
Oh, think of it.

I can't think. My brain's curdled.

How's that, Miss Meadows?

Oh, wonderful!
Oh...

Oh, marvelous, magnificent!

Here, get your hat...

Go home...

And never come back again.

I drew all my money out of the
Savings Bank and I've been shopping.

Look.

I'm afraid, dear, the hat's
almost much.

Now we can do the things
we've dreamed about all our lives.

As soon as we collect the money
in Paris we'll go to Switzerland...

and then to Venice...

And you can have your new piano
and that tweed suit.

And Aunt Lou can have
a permanent wave...

...and spend the rest of her life
in Brighton if she wants to.

Where is she?

Heaven above, don't tell her now
or she'll drown!

Think of anything like this
ever happening to me.

- I'll go make a cup of tea.
- Tea?

- Champagne!
- Champagne!

I was shot!

Brighton! Now hurry or you'll
miss your train.

I do believe you're glad
to get rid of me.

Oh, darling, we'll miss you terribly.
Now run along.

Oh, Brighton!
- Send us a postcard when you get there!

Be good but not too good!

Don't push me, dear!
Goodbye, dear!

Goodbye, Aunt Lou.

Goodbye!

Brighton!

There. The stage is all set
for the prodigal's return.

- Happy to see him?
- Of course.

Do you realize it's been three years?

I wonder if he's changed.

Not Ronnie. Nothing could
ever change him.

He's just good old substantial.

Won't he be happy when
he hears the news?

See you later.

Ronnie, darling...
Oh!

Oh, I'm sorry, I thought...

- This flat is to let, isn't it?
- The what?

Oh, yes, yes...

Well, er... may I see it?

The agent didn't tell me
anyone was coming, I...

O, I'm sorry, it's entirely my fault.
I was to have let him know.

If it's inconvenient, I...

Oh, no, not at all, it's quite all right.
Do come in.

Thank you.

This, uh... this is the hall...

A rather obvious remark, isn't it?
But there you are, there's the hall.

- Will you, er...
- Thank you.

- This is the sitting room.
- Hm, very attractive.

I see you like nice things.

Oh, what a lovely Chippendale.

Did you, er... inherit it?

In a way, yes. I picked it up
one day in an auction.

You won't find the view very amusing.

Oh, yes... Yes, it's just what
I'm looking for.

- Is it, really?
- You see...

This is one of the things I've remembered...

...through all the years I've been
away from here.

I've looked upon all the beauties
of the world.

The stars mirrored in the
Gulf of Corynth,

the cherry blossoms of Japan,
the Taj Mahal...

...like an eerie dream, still
and cool in the moonlight.

And I belong to this.

Perhaps because when I was a boy,

...my window looked out upon
the rooftops of London.

But that was before ambition
was realized.

Before wars, travel, wealth.

That's why I felt the need
of coming back to it.

Of trying to recapture...
Not youth, that's impossible.

But the dreams of youth...

Would you care to look at the kitchen?

- Is it a nice one?
- Quite.

Then I'll take your word for it.

I'm a bachelor and I know a lot
more about campfires...

...in the forest than I do
about kitchens.

We have two bedrooms.
I'll show them to you if...

...if you don't mind waiting
just a moment.

Thank you.

- Hello, Ronnie!
- Shh!

It isn't Ronnie, it's a man who's
come look at the flat.

- Oh!
- Oh, thank goodness you cleared up this room.

Don't show him in until I get out.
I'm just going to pick up the tickets.

When Ronnie comes, tell him
to save a hug for me.

All right.

All set for inspection.

It's very cheerful.

It's, er... it's a little bit fussy
for a man this room.

Oh, I shall have to store
one of these beds.

- Do you mind?
- Oh, not at all.

There's a small bedroom just
off the hall.

You could store anything
you didn't want in there.

Yes, I have my trunks and
photographic supplies...

- Oh, you're a photographer.
- An amateur one... it's my hobby.

I'm really a chemical engineer.

I haven't the slightest idea
what that means.

- It sounds dreadfully scientific.
- Yes, I'm afraid it is.

Oh, will you excuse me, there's
someone at the door.

Darling!

Let's have a look at you.

Take a long look...

Oh, I'm so sorry.
This is my fiancé, Mr. Bruce.

- Mr., er...
- Lovell, Gerald Lovell.

- Mr. Lovell was looking at the flat.
- Oh, how do you do?

How do you do?

Please don't bother about it now.
I do like your flat, though.

I'll drop back again a little bit later,
if you don't mind.

- Oh, not a bit. Please do.
- Thank you. Goodbye.

I've got some great news for you.

Well, I have a little news
for you myself.

All right, I'll let you tell me
yours first.

Well, I have an awful confession
to make.

You know how you've always
scolded me about my vice.

Silly, you never had a vice
in the world.

The only thing you ever did was to gamble
all your money on crazy luxuries.

Well, that's it. My vice.

And it turned into a virtue.
I won.

A French national lottery.
The Grand Prize.

- Is this really true?
- Every word of it.

Well, what's the matter, Ronnie?
Aren't you pleased about it?

Why, yes...
of course I'm pleased, but...

But what?

Well, it rather takes the wind
out of my sails.

But why, Ronnie?

Well, to come back and find
the girl one's going to marry...

...with an overwhelming fortune.

Well, you can't think it will make
any difference with me.

Carol, can't you see?

I've been working for five years in Sudan
with one end in view, one ambition,

so that when I got back I'd be able
to make things... a little better for you.

Now this has happened.

Everything is so out of proportion to
anything that I could do for you that...

Oh, Ronnie, let's forget all about
this silly money business and...

...and just pretend that you aren't
going to marry a rich woman.

I couldn't bear to lose you.

Who's going to lose me?

You aren't suggesting that we break
our engagement by any chance?

Don't say foolish things like that,
even in fun.

You see, I'm kind of a stodgy
person and...

Well, I'm not easily uprooted.

Oh, don't worry about that.
I'll uproot you.

Oh, wait until you hear the plans.

- For our marriage?
- Of course, darling, but that...

That comes later.

Let's not be married here.

Let's be married in some lovely
romantic place like...

Like Venice.

First of all we go to Paris
to collect the prize money.

And I'm taking Kate along,
you don't mind do you?

Kate... Kate's one of us.

And then I thought we'd drift
all over the Continent,

all over the world if we want to.

- You're not including me in this, are you?
- Of course!

I have to be at the office on Monday
to take over my new job.

- Let them wait.
- Let who wait?

Oh, the heads of the cotton company
whoever they are.

Now, Carol, be sensible.

I'm not going to chuck up a job that's
taken me practically all my life to get.

Why not?

I'm sorry, Ronnie, I didn't want
to put it like that.

I only wanted you to realize...

...that you don't have to keep your
nose to the grindstone any longer.

What I have is yours naturally.

No, it isn't, Carol.
I'm glad you've got it but...

But what?

Well... I just can't get used to the idea
of you taking me on our honeymoon.

- You have to go to Paris?
- Naturally.

Couldn't Kate go for you?

No, I have to be there myself
on Monday.

When do you come back?

I don't know.

What do you mean you don't know?

I'd like to see a little something
of it after I'm there.

Surely you can't expect me
to have a chance like this...

...for the first time in my life
and not take advantage of it.

No, I suppose not.

And Italy. I've always dreamed
of seeing Italy.

The Gulf of Corynth.

The cherry blossoms in Japan.

The Taj Mahal in the moonllght...

...cool and still like an eerie dream.

It's all very well for you to laugh.
You've seen things, you've travelled.

Yes, I've been to the filthy Sudan
if you call that travelling.

No eerie dreams there, Carol.

I was perfectly willing to go there
with you when we were first engaged.

Thank heavens I had sense enough
not to take you.

You'd have loathed it.

I wouldn't loathe anything
out of the ordinary.

I'm fed up with routine, and drabness.

Daily life all cut off in the same patterns.

I want something exciting, something...

Oh, something new, and interesting,
and romantic.

The trouble with you is this money
has gone to your head.

Oh, stop it, Ronnie.

Just because your stubborn mind...

can't move out of the narrow little
cell in which it lives...

...you can't see anyone else's
point of view.

You're unfair.
You've spoiled everything.

But I'm glad I found out
about it in time.

Well, I'm glad too if that's
the way you feel.

- Oh.
- Shall I call him back?

Oh, no, no...
It wasn't anything important.

He just left in rather a hurry and I...

- Won't you come in?
- Thank you.

Ronnie!

- I'm so glad to see you.
- Hello, Kate.

- Have you seen Carol?
- Yes, I've seen her.

Well, what's the matter?

Oh, all this rotten money business.
It's ruined everything.

Go on, you two have scrapped
ever since you were kids.

Go back there.
Take her in your arms.

Tell her you're sorry.

- No.
- I see.

Big he-men stuff.

Want to make the little girls crawl
on their hands and knees to you.

All right, Ronnie, it's your funeral.

If you're only going to be away
about six weeks,

it's seems hardly worth my while
taking the flat.

But, uh, I'll think it over
and telephone you.

The number is Bayswater 6093.

Thank you.

- The name is Miss Howard.
- Miss Carol Howard.

Do you mind if I, uh...
if make a note of it?

Not at all.

Not that I'll forget it.
But I, uh...

I make a complete record of everything
I do in this little book.

Oh.

What are you putting down now?

Dinner tonight with Miss Carol Howard.

Oh, really. I'm sorry, but I'm...

I'm leaving for Paris first thing
in the morning. Tonight I'm...

Of course.

You'll be dining with your fiancé.

Thank you, Miss Howard,
for showing me the flat.

How do you do?

Who's the bloke?

That's the man who came to look
at our flat yesterday.

Did you ask him to go to
Paris with you?

- Then why is he following you?
- Don't be absurd.

Does he know you won the lottery?

No, and if he did, it wouldn't mean
anything. He's a very rich man.

Well, then why was he looking
at our two-by-four flat?

He liked the view. I probably
won't even speak to him.

I'll give him ten minutes by the clock.

Now that you've met Mr. Lovell,
what do you think of him?

I don't think.

- He's rather good-looking, isn't he?
- Hm, so is a halibut.

Oh, why did I bring that up?

Well, you must admit he has
beautiful manners.

Never trust a man with
beautiful manners.

His just annoy me.

Would you like him better if he walked
right up and socked you in the nose?

If he did, I might go batty about him.

Feeling better, Miss Meadows?

Never felt better in my life.

Good, I've brought you some hot
chocolate and whipped cream,

some toasted sardines and
a little French pastry.

Excuse me.

Too much salt.

Alone at last.

Oh, that was a filthy trick.
Poor Kate.

- Nice to see you again.
- It's always a surprise.

- Not to me.
- Really?

- Did you find your flat with a view?
- Oh, yes, I found the flat.

But the view took a boat to Paris.

What about all that serious work
you were going to do?

Well, as I've already confessed,
I can't work without inspiration.

- So that's why you're going to Paris.
- It is.

Inspiring city, isn't it?

You know I've never been there?

- Never?
- No.

Oh, I'd like to show you Paris.

The Paris that I know, not the shoddy
Paris that all the tourists see.

Oh, thanks, that's awfully kind of you but,
you know, Kate has a marvelous guidebook.

Guidebook? But I'm talking about strange,
out-of-the way places.

And wild exciting nights ending up
with onion soup in the marketplace.

Kate and I will certainly have
to do just that.

Pardon me, Madam,

but the lady hanging over the rail
down there says she's going to die,

or has died, she's not sure which,

and would you mind coming down
for a moment.

- Coming back?
- Well, I'll have to be back for my coat.

Good evening, Mr. Lovell.
Your table is quite ready.

- Come on, let's have a drink.
- Oh, why not?

They have a wonderful Napoléon brandy
here, but I don't trust them.

Pierre!

- Yes, sir.
- Let's take a trip to the cellar.

- With pleasure, sir.
- I want to pick a bottle out for myself.

Order supper while I'm gone,
will you?

- We eat again?
- Yes!

I'm stuffed already.

You've just handed your heart
to this fellow on a silver platter.

Did I bow when I handed it to him?

Bow? Straight till the curtains.

Oh, and I thought I was
being so aloof.

Just about as aloof as a friendly dog.

Oh, that isn't what bothers me, Kate.

What I want to know is do you see any
silver platters coming in my direction?

I see him bringing you
the family plate.

- You do like him?
- I'm just crazy about him.

He's certainly got that
whatever-you-call-it.

You know, Carol, I think I'd better
be trotting back to London...

...before this affair turns
into a triangle.

Hello.

Hello...

Ronnie?

What in the world are you
doing in Paris?

Oh, I can't see you Ronnie because I...

Well... maybe you'd better come up
and then I can explain.

Right.

- Hello, Ronnie.
- Hello, Carol.

I'm sorry to dash in on you
like this but, um...

- I really had to see you.
- Well, come in.

Thank you.

A bit different from the flat
in Bayswater, isn't it?

Well, it is a bit.

- Are you enjoying this new life?
- To the full!

I've been miserable without you.

Oh, Ronnie...

I don't know how I'm going
to say this to you.

I think I know what you're
trying to tell me.

You think you're in love
with this chap, is that it?

Believe me, Carol, you're living
in a fool's paradise.

You don't belong to this world of tinsel.

Why, look at this suite.

It's simply... it's simply fantastic
in its luxury.

Maybe all right for a few days but you're
not the type to live this way.

Letting a fellow like Lovell
make you think that this...

...and all that goes with it is reality.

Oh, poor darling.

You can't let yourself get carried
away by someone you don't know.

Especially this kind of a scoundrel.

How dare you say that, you don't
know anything about him.

Neither do you, Carol.

Don't be such a trusting
little girl all your life.

Unbelievable.

Do you see something symbolic
about this aquarium?

Look at those golden beauties.

Gliding with vain contempt through
the crystal waters.

Completely oblivious that to the fact
that to the world they're nothing but...

...poor fish.

- Ronnie, I think you...
- Darling, come back to England with me...

...before you're disillusioned
and unhappy.

This fellow is nothing more
than a... than a fortune hunter.

Now stop it! I won't hear
another word against him!

But you must, Carol!
I've checked up on him.

All these yarns he told you and Kate
about his South American oil company.

- But they're true.
- They're not true!

There is such a company but they've
never heard of Lovell.

They never even heard of him at the school
he was supposed to have gone to...

...or any hotel which he was
supposed to have stayed at.

Frankly, I got so worried that I turned
the entire case over to Scotland Yard.

- You what?
- They'll soon get a line on him.

Oh, Carol, come back with me. Don't get
carried away by this foolish romantic whim.

Will you please leave.

- But Carol, I...
- Just...

Hello, Bruce, surprised
to see you here.

Darling, to be quite frank, Ronnie
came here to rescue me from you.

He had so much to say on the subject he
really didn't give me a chance to tell him...

That we were married this morning.

Oh, I am sorry, Ronnie.

I wanted to tell you quite differently.

I know how you must feel. I couldn't
have taken it as well as you have.

You see, I happen to love
Carol myself...

...so I can sympathize.

Oh darling, I'm so sorry that
had to happen.

I'm glad he came.

I want you to be sure, very sure.

It was my fault rushing
into a marriage like this.

But I love you and that's
my only excuse.

Carol...

Carol, you should take time
to think it over.

And then...

Even if you want the marriage dissolved,

I'd understand because...

I do love you.

And I always shall.

- This is Mrs. Lovell's suite, Madam.
- Thank you.

Oooh! Royal flush.

And it's looking out on Hyde Park.

Doesn't get into my blood.

Don't you think Carol should
be here to meet us?

Not at all. She'll pop up any minute.

Doesn't seem very glad to see us
after all this time.

She will be so sorry about
this pain in my side.

- Which side?
- The left.

Ahhh! It was the left last night.

Well, the pain can float, can't it?

Don't go telling Carol your troubles.
Maybe she's got troubles of her own.

What do you mean? Is it...
Chocolates.

You're not letting Ronnie turn
you against Gerald, are you?

I don't know. I've been doing
a lot of thinking lately.

Perhaps I made a mistake leaving
Carol alone with him.

If I had stayed there, she might
not have married him.

- Then you are right?
- I suppose I am.

I'll know more about it
when I see Carol.

And if I find she's not happy,

Ha!

I'm afraid you'll find Carol
ridiculously happy.

- Hello, Kate.
- Hello, Gerald.

Nice to see you again.

I suppose this is my Auntie Lou?

She can't answer.
She's got to get rid of the Adam's apple.

It was Kate who said those
awful things about you, not me.

I didn't open my mouth.

I don't blame Kate, she's a good friend
and she has Carol's interests at heart.

- Won't you... won't you sit down?
- Thank you.

Darlings!

Aunt Lou!

And Kate!

Carol!

My, you are looking fit.

- She has a pain in her side.
- Which side, dear?

Well, uh... it floats.

Carol, darling, Kate's got a pain too.

- Really?
- In her heart.

She's been worrying about you
ever since our marriage.

- Oh, Kate, I feel this must be heaven.
- Oh, I'm glad.

I just wanted to check up on Gerald.

I wanted to see if he was doing
right by our Nell.

Oh... oh, excuse me.

Yes?

It's for you, darling.
Something about the house, I think.

I'll answer it in the next room.

Will you put this call
on the other telephone, please?

Thank you.

Sit down, darlings.
We'll have tea up here.

- Let me look at you, Carol.
- Have I changed?

No. But Gerald has. I don't think
he's looking so well.

He isn't, Kate.
I'm worrying about him.

He had a heart attack in Venice.

It was really quite frightening
for a moment.

You see, he was rather
badly hurt in the war.

Sometimes he gets the most dreadful
pressure in his head.

Yes, yes, all right, I'll take care of it.

So, that's why we're buying
a house in the country.

Gerald must have quiet and seclusion.

Besides, he has a lot of important
work to do.

- Where are you buying the house?
- In Kent.

Oh, Gerald said it's a duck of a place,
about ten acres, no prying neighbors.

- It's an old house.
- Haven't you seen it?

No. He wants to keep it
a surprise.

Sounds a delightful place
to spend a weekend.

- How's Ronnie?
- Still pretty broken up.

Poor darling.

Of course you can see now, Kate.
It was nothing but jealousy.

I suppose so.

Oh, come in!

Don't order much for me, dear.
My doctor has put me on a strict diet.

- Can we have tea?
- Hm-hmm.

Assorted sandwiches?
- Hm-mm.

- And a little hot muffin?
- Oh, yes.

- How about some pastry?
- That sounds very nice, dear.

Now you order whatever else you like.
I'm going to take off my bonnet.

Waiter.

Have you got those little
merengue things...

...with chocolate and cream
and cherries on the top?

Gerald.

Gerald, darling, what's the matter?
Are you ill?

No, dear, it's nothing,
don't be alarmed.

- Well, has something gone wrong?
- No, no, really, nothing at all.

Kate didn't say something to hurt you?

Oh, I... I suppose I shouldn't blame her.

Oh, it's only that she's
so fond of me.

And now that she sees
how happy I am...

Of course, dear, I understand.

Darling, what is troubling you?

- Couldn't you get the house?
- Oh yes, we can get it but...

- But what, dear?
- That was my solicitor on the telephone.

Oh, I thought he said he was
the agent at the house.

No, dear, you misunderstood.
It was my solicitor.

Bad news?

Yes, rather.

They're holding up my South
American bank draft.

- It may not be straightened out for days.
- Oh, is that all?

Well, that's enough, isn't it?

Oh, darling I was afraid it was something
perfectly dreadful. If that's all it is,

well, I can do something about that.

No... no.

Now, you mustn't have such
silly false pride.

You can't mind if I help.

Now, Carol, you're a sweet person.
Now never let's discuss this again.

What's yours is yours,
and what's mine is also yours.

Is that quite clear?

If I'm forced to borrow £5.000
for the house,

understand it's a business agreement
and I'll pay you interest.

I demand my interest in advance.

Please, may I collect right now?

Now for the first part of this
foolish agreement.

I'll have your signature to the paper.

Certainly. What is it?

Oh, something in the connection
with the purchase of the place,

full of "herewiths", "to whoms", "whereas",
"parties of the first part"...

- Oh, where do I sign?
- Here we are.

- Aren't you going to read it?
- Haven't you read it?

Of course, I never sign anything
I don't read.

- Is it all right?
- Of course.

Then why should I bother to read it?

One more, dear.

- Does that feel good?
- Delighting.

Here you are, darling.

Here they come, Uncle George.
Master and Missus, here they come!

The car's coming up the drive now, it is.

- I'll run and let them in, I will.
- No, you'll do nothing of the sort, wait.

You're too excited, you're all of a tremble.
You might go and mutter, or stutter...

...fall over yourself or something.
Here, take this trash into the kitchen.

Hey, what are you doing with
them flowers?

Here we are.
Home.

Oh, Gerald, it is lovely.

- It's all peaceful, isn't it?
- Not a neighbor for miles.

No cars, no telephones,
in other words, the simple life.

Will you bring the luggage
in this way, please?

Do you like it?

Oh, Gerald, you must have
had such an eye.

Oh, this is Emmy, Hobson's niece,
I thought I'd keep her on too.

How do you do, Emmy?

I do very nicely, mum, except on ironing.
I ain't so awful good at ironing.

Emmy's a good girl, mum,
but she ain't so bright.

- Shall I put these down here, sir?
- Yes, please.

No... er, driver.

- Thank you very much.
- Take the things upstairs, Hobson?

- I'll show you where to put them.
- Yes, sir.

I'm beginning to feel at home already.

Are you happy?

I'll be back in a moment.

Are you married, ma'am?

- Why certainly, Emmy.
- Well I didn't know.

You act so daffy about him.

Well, we're still on our honeymoon,
perhaps that explains it.

I never expect to get me a man.

Mr. Uncle George Hobson says
I ain't quite bright.

But I'm willing.

Well, Emmy, will you see if you
can get us a cup of tea, please?

Oh, yes, ma'am.

Oh, sir.

I'm sorry, I quite forgot to tell you.
A parcel arrived for you this morning.

Oh, where did you put it?

- Why, in the cellar, sir.
- I told you to keep out of there.

No one is to go in that cellar but me.

No one!

Why?

Oh, Carol, I was just explaining
to Hobson.

The cellar is my own private property.

My darkroom, for photographs
and experiments...

...so that I shall have chemicals
and things that are dangerous.

Oh, please don't go blowing us up
with a lot of old chemicals.

I'm much to happy to want to
die just yet.

Don't worry, I'll be very careful.

Hobson, you haven't shown
Mrs. Lovell your garden.

Oh, thank you, sir.

I'm afraid there isn't
very much to show you, madam.

But what there is the flowers
to show that are left now...

Oh, it's a lovely garden, Hobson.

Oh, I don't know.
I've been trimming it down a bit.

Gerald.

- Oh, where did you come from?
- Go on, go on, I like it!

I didn't know you can play the piano.
You've been keeping secrets from me.

Don't stop, I want to hear it.
I like that thing you were playing, I...

- I like it because it's fast.
- Oh, heavens, I can't play.

- Go on, try, try.
- Oh, I don't even know if I remember it.

That's it, faster.

Faster, faster!

Faster.

Faster, faster!

I can't, Gerald.

If speed is what you want, I'll have to get
you a mechanical piano or a gramophone.

I have a portable gramophone
downstairs.

I play it a great deal when
I'm working.

It excites my mind, quickens
my thoughts.

Makes my head spin, reminding me
of the war, of a dawn.

Standing in cold terror in the trench.

The enemy barrage creeping up.

Shells shrieking,

exploding in staccato rhythm,

coming closer and closer.

Then suddenly the noise
changes into music...

...and turns my first terror into ecstasy.

Yes, Hobson.

I thought you might like some
of these, ma'am.

They smell the house up nicelike.

Oh, thank you, Hobson, they are sweet.

Oh, Hobson, I er...
I found your pick and shovel.

Did you, sir? Where were they?

In the cellar.

And all the while I've been
blaming them gypsies.

- Are there gypsies about?
- Oh, worse than fleas.

They come down to the village
every year for the fair.

- Fair?
- Yes.

When is the fair?

This year on September 5th.

- September 5th.
- Yes, sir.

Oh, thank you, Hobson.

Good afternoon, Ma'am and sir.

Thank you.

- What now?
- September 5th.

- Oh, I see, the fair.
- Nine o'clock.

Why nine o'clock?

That's the hour.

The hour we go to the fair?

Hm-hmm, when we go to the fair.

Oh, Gerald.

You paid £5.000 for the house,
didn't you?

Yes, why do you ask?

Well, Hobson was telling me...

...that the man who owned the house
was asking only half that much.

Are you going to believe that
doddering old fool or me?

Why, there's no question
of believing you, I...

I just thought possibly you might
have been cheated.

Oh, you weren't implying because
you had to advance me the money,

am I to understand that I...?
Oh!

Why, Gerald!

How can you say a thing like that?

I'm sorry. It was...
it was a misunderstanding.

But I'm naturally sensitive about
borrowing money, especially...

- Take out that little book?
- Why?

I want you to write something in it.

Now put down, "Today we had our
first and last quarrel."

- "I adore my wife."
- Do you?

And I've got a present for her.

- A present?
- Hm-hmm.

What is it?

Gerald!

Oh, how lovely!

Oh, it's nothing very much. It's got
a sentimental value attached to it.

Wait a minute, I'll show you
how it's worn.

I bought it in a bazaar in Cairo.

I'll take you there some day.

Moonlight in the desert,
weird music, mysterious...

Emmy!

Excuse me, ma'am.

- You nearly choked me.
- Sorry.

What happened?

Looked so pretty, got me all fuddled inside.

That's all right, Emmy.

Don't let anyone disturb our happiness.

Not that noisy Kate, nor Auntie Lou,
not anyone.

I'll do my very best to keep
them all away.

Get out!

Get out! Get out!

Darling!
Darling, forgive me.

You startled me so I... I didn't know
what I was doing.

Let go of me, Gerald, let go!

Please, dearest. Please let me explain.

I was so absorbed in my work I...

It's my nerves.
They're almost at a breaking point.

I didn't realize at first
that it was you.

Standing there in the doorway...

...like a ghost... yes, a ghost.

I'll never forget the way you looked.

Like a mad man.

Oh, Carol... Carol, beloved.

Don't go away from me.

Don't you see that I'm ill?

Seriously ill.

I... I don't know what it is.

Something inside my head.

It burns and tortures me...

and reaches down to my heart...

...twisting and tearing it.

Oh, Gerald.

Gerald.

Don't be alarmed, it's nothing.

Just one of those attacks.

They go as quickly as they come.

It's almost gone now.

Gerald, you must let me send
for a doctor.

No, no... they're all quacks.

I've tried specialists all over
the world, they...

They've never... never done
a thing for me.

Darling, if you love me,
you'll let me send for one.

Oh... love you?
You don't know what you mean to me.

My happiness, my life.

I need you, Carol.

Never leave me, darling.

Never.

No, I won't.

I won't.

- Kate!
- Carol!

Oh, I'm so thrilled to see you.

I began to think I had smallpox
or something.

Not being invited here till
the eleventh hour.

Well, didn't Aunt Lou explain?

Yes, she told me Gerald
had been ill but...

You know how straight she gets
anything. Like a corkscrew.

Well, Gerald is ill. As a matter of fact the
doctor is upstairs with him right now.

Oh, but Aunt Lou said he said
he wouldn't even see a doctor.

I made him. It's only the village doctor
but he has a fine reputation and...

I just had to know that Gerald was
well enough to travel tomorrow.

- Where are you off to?
- Only Gerald knows.

Oh, come along, I'm dying
to talk to you.

Oh, Carol, listen...

- Ronnie's outside.
- What?

He drove me down.
He wants to say goodbye to you.

- Go out and see him.
- But suppose Gerald...

Oh, I'll deal with the old dragon.
I'm not afraid of him.

Oh, how silly of me.
Of course Gerald will understand.

And he isn't an old dragon.

You go along out and bring Ronnie in.
I'll get Emmy started with the tea.

Oh, I'm so glad to see you.

Emmy.

What ever in the world are you
doing up there?

Didn't you hear the front
doorbell ring?

Oh, I didn't hear, ma'am.

The town's all going to the fair tonight.
I heard the gypsies out on the road.

Well, you'll have plenty of time
for that later, Emmy.

I want you to get tea for
three, please.

Oh, but Master said I could
go already, now.

- Now?
- He gave me ten shillings.

- The master gave you...
- He advanced it on my wages.

Ten shillings to go to the
fair tonight.

And he said not to bother to come back in
the morning 'cause you won't be needing me.

Well, it's the first I heard
of all this, Emmy.

Oh... Oh, well, please, ma'am,
shan't I go?

I got everything ready for
your dinner.

Of course it's all right. Just put on
the kettle and then you can go.

Oh, thank you, ma'am.

And you will take good care of things
while we're away, won't you?

Oh that I will! You let me know
when you'll be coming back.

Yes, we'll give you good warning
about that. Goodbye, Emmy.

Goodbye, ma'am.

Hello, Ronnie.

Oh...

- Well.
- Well.

Well, well. Now let's get all
these formalities over...

...so that we can all be ourselves.

First of all, Ronnie wants to know...

...if you'll forgive him for the way
he acted that night in Paris.

- Oh, of course I have.
- Well, now we're getting on.

Oh, the next thing.

He wants to tell you that they didn't
find out anything at Scotland Yard...

...so he told them to drop
the investigation.

Now, I wonder if there's anything else.

Oh, Kate, I can do my own explaning.

I know you can, but you take so long.

We've got a lot to talk about,
haven't we, Carol?

Well, I should like to apologize
to Gerald, may I?

There's no need to apologize,
he understands.

Besides, he'll be down in just a minute
as soon as the doctor leaves.

I do want you to be friends.

Goody, goody, now all that's settled,
so let's sit down and relax.

- It's a pack of lies.
- I'm afraid it isn't.

I found a definite myocardial condition.

You're a quack!

Like all the others.

A pulse doesn't lie.

Yours is 120.

I wouldn't advise you to get
too excited about anything...

...or overexert yourself in any way.

It's no use prescribing. I don't believe
in that sort of thing.

I'll leave them here. They might relieve
the pressure in your head.

I tell you nothing can relieve it,
nothing, I...

Interested in criminology?

Hm?

Oh, yes, I am.

You'll find some remarkable
cases in that book.

I've made quite a study
of crime myself.

Happen to have this book in my own
library, just published.

- Picked it up the other day.
- Really, did you?

- What do you think of the Fletcher case?
- Extraordinary, wasn't it?

- Three women.
- Must have been pretty relentless.

Or mad. He could have
been mad, you know.

- Oh, undoubtedly he was mad.
- Then how do you account for his brilliance?

Escaping the law, turning up here,
there, everywhere.

- Hello, where's Fletcher's photograph?
- Photograph?

I don't think I've ever seen
a photograph of him.

I'm positive there was one
in the book.

No, no, nothing here.

There's one in my book at home.
I'll bring it round some day.

Oh, I was forgetting.
You're leaving in the morning.

Oh, well I can see it when
I get back.

I've always been rather interested
in Fletcher.

What type of man is he,
his appearence?

Fairish, sandy type.
Beard and moustache.

If that heart of yours cuts out again,
Lovell, take some of those pills.

They won't kill you.

I don't want to worry you, Mrs. Lovell,
but I wish you'd keep in touch with me.

And if your husband should get any worse,
call me in, any time, night or day.

- And we'll get a specialist.
- Thank you, Dr. Gribble.

- I suppose we'd better be hopping off.
- Oh, no, you mustn't leave.

We're having tea and then
you've got to stay for dinner.

It'll have to be pot luck.
My cook's off tonight.

We always have fun, Kate,
bustling around the kitchen.

The way we used to in the old days.

- But how about uh...
- Oh... oh, yes. Well, I'll...

Wait a minute, I'll just dash
up and see.

All right.

Feel better about things now?

Yes... and no.

Mind you, my feelings about Carol
will never change.

I'm crazy about her
and always will be.

Does she seem really happy to you?

There are one or two things
that strike me as being distinctly odd.

In what way?

Their going away like this, so secretly,
nobody knowing where.

Oh, that's too much!

Dr. Gribble and now that man!
No, I won't have it!

Send him away, send him
away at once!

Well, well.

I wouldn't be a bit surprised
if he wanted us to leave.

I'm... I'm so sorry.

You'll have to excuse Gerald, he...

He's feeling a little off-color tonight,
a bit nervy and all that.

We understand. After all,
it is a bit awkward, isn't it?

We'd better be going.

Oh, I can't bear to have you leave.

Thank heaven seeing you.

You will write to us, won't you?

Of course I shall.

When are you coming back?

Oh, next spring, early summer I expect.

Carol are you sure you're all right?

Of course I am, Ronnie.

Goodbye. Take care of yourself.

Bless you.

I never hated leaving anyone
so much in all my life.

Gives me a funny kind of feeling too.

- I've a good mind to go back and...
- No.

It will only make it more
embarrassing for Carol.

Come on

They've gone. Good.

I'm sorry to shoo them
off like that, dear.

But it's good to be alone
with you again.

- Feeling better?
- Much.

Well, the old pill-slinger didn't
alarm you, did he?

- Not at all.
- Good.

Whenever there's a fee in sight, the medics
can always find something wrong with one.

No, I wouldn't say that
about Dr. Gribble.

He seemed to me a very sincere
and intelligent person.

Gerald,

did you tell Emmy she could go
off to the fair tonight?

Yes.

Had you forgotten that we
were going ourselves at 9 o'clock?

Don't you remember?
You put it in your little book.

What an excellent memory you have.

But as we're leaving so early
in the morning,

I think we'd better go to the fair
right here.

You can help me clean up
my dark room...

...at 9 o'clock.

Oh, Dr. Gribble, come in!

Good evening, Mrs. Lovell.

I had to see a patient nearby so...

I thought I'd run in and have
a chat with Mr. Lovell.

Oh, I'm sorry, Mr. Lovell has just
gone down to the village.

Oh, then he must be feeling better.

When do you expect him back?

Well, I promised to have dinner
ready for him at 8 o'clock.

He'll... he'll probably be along by then.

- What time do you leave in the morning?
- At the crack of dawn.

Oh, then I'm afraid I shan't see him.

I'll leave him this book.

- Oh, he has that one.
- Oh, it's a different edition, I think.

He asked me about a
photograph of, uh...

Fletcher, a man who's mentioned
in the book.

I wish he wouldn't read that stuff.

- That's the one.
- Really?

A murderer. He killed three women.

Doesn't seem possible, does it?

He looks more like a doctor,
a scientist.

- Not a doctor, I hope.
- No.

Strange. I must have seen pictures
of him somewhere before.

In the newspapers, I expect.

Won't you sit down and wait
for Mr. Lovell, Doctor?

- No, thanks, I must get along.
- Well, you'll probably pass him on the road.

I hope so.
Don't you bother to come to the door.

- Good night.
- Good night.

And thank you.

Good night.

How did that photograph get
back into my book?

Why, I thought you had gone
down to the village.

That photograph.

I burned it...

...at the bottom of the garden.

The ashes flew away, I saw them.

How can it have got back?

Tell me!

Don't look at me like that, Gerald.
It's perfectly simple.

- Dr. Gribble was just here...
- Ah!

So that's it, is it?
A conspiracy, you and Gribble.

So he's in it too.

What are you trying to find out?

Why are you asking me all
these questions, tell me!

I haven't asked you any question.

Give me that book.

Give me that book!

What's the matter with you?

What are you staring at?

- You startled me.
- What do you mean I startled you?

Why are you startled?

It's perfectly natural, isn't it?

You fly into a violent rage over
a book that Dr. Gribble has just...

...brought five minutes ago

I thought you had gone
to the village, I told him...

Oh, so this is old Gribble's
book, is it?

Of course it is.

Then why didn't you
say so before?

You really... didn't give me a chance.

You fled up at me... so I...

thought you were going
to be ill, that's...

...why I was so frightened.

Oh, yes, I see.

I'm sorry, it was silly of me.

No.

Silly of me to be such a baby.

Well don't blame me.

I'll be all right tomorrow.

You shoudn't look at these books.
They always disturb you.

Specially the illustrations.

That's why I destroyed the
photograph in my copy.

Well, let's get rid of this
one now, shall we?

And this time we'll make sure of it.

Emmy.

Emmy...

Emmy.

Hello, my dear, where
are you off to?

- Just going to the garden.
- Why?

To... get some flowers for the table.

Oh no, my precious. I wouldn't think
of letting you wander in the garden alone.

There are a lot of undesirable
people about.

You know what it is with fairs.
Gypsies and so on.

Heaven knows who may be
prowling around.

We'd better be on the safe side.

Yes, darling, you're quite right.

I will just get on with the dinner.

Wait a minute, I want to help you.

- What's the matter?
- Nothing, I just...

Of course, you need some food.

It would never do to have you
feeling faint, would it, sweetheart?

I feel quite all right.
I look all right, don't I?

Beautiful. My lovely beautiful wife.
Does everything I ask.

Prepares my dinner with
her own hands.

Wears the dress that I asked
her to wear.

Love, honor and obey, that's it,
isn't it, Carol?

- Yes.
- Come on, let's get the dinner.

Excellent supper.

I'm glad you enjoyed it.

Have some more brandy.

No, thank you, I still have some here.

You know, I believe you're trying
to make me drunk.

You couldn't do that.
I've got a very strong head.

And it's always a pity to drink
too much at moments like these.

It deadens the appreciat...

Funny sound. Hear that?

It deadens the appreciation.

A quarter to nine.
That reminds me.

Remember we lost the key to the clock? Well
I found it in the pocket of one of my suits, I...

It's time I wound the old thing up.

It seems hardly worthwhile
since we're leaving tomorrow.

It always gives me a strange sort of thrill
to see the minutes slipping by one by one.

I can remember so well standing
in my headmaster's study at school...

...waiting for a beating watching
the hands of a clock move on,

and knowing there was nothing
I could do to stop them.

I can remember the strange mixture
of sensations it used to give me.

Terror. And yet with it a strange
sort of delight.

You can't find the key to the door,
dear, I have it!

I was only fetching your coffee.

- What?
- Yes, your coffee.

Oh, yes.

How far away your voice sounds.

Must be my head.

Don't you think you'd better
lie down?

No. We must be getting to work soon.

Don't you think it would be better if you
didn't do any more this evening?

No, I've made my plans
and I never alter my plans.

Oh, all right.

You're a sensible girl, aren't you?

- How do you mean?
- Well, you don't go on at a man.

Very few women can say,
"Oh, all right," and leave it at that.

- Most women are fools.
- You think so?

I don't think, I know. Born fools.

A woman's weakness
is man's opportunity.

Did someone write that?

Or did I think of it myself?

If I did, it's good!

It's very good.

A woman's weakness
is man's opportunity.

You do have exceptional insight
into things.

- Some more coffee?
- Yes, yes, I have great insight.

But, well, you see, I'm different
from other people.

Yes, I think you are.

For instance, I have a lot
of power over women.

I've always had it.

I discovered quite early in life that I
could twist women around my little finger.

- It's a useful gift.
- It must be.

If you can be slightly different
from their own men folk.

In what way?

Well, few men have sense enough to...

...to do the little romantic things
that please their women.

And all the world over...

...there are women longing
for romance.

They are not content with their lives.

They want to color them,
to be adventurous.

Yes, I see.

When the house agent told me
that you were letting your flat...

...because you'd won the lottery,

I knew that you...

...would be looking for some escape.

Some romantic escape.

I don't know why I'm telling
you all this, I'm sure.

Oh, because you know how much
it interests me.

No woman ever tires of hearing...

...how a man came to fall
in love with her.

No, of course she doesn't,
does she, my treasure?

And ours was a real romance, wasn't it?

Just what you were looking for.

It's stuffy in here.

Where are you going?

There's no air in here.

We have all the doors and
windows shut.

What's the matter, you're shivering.

- No.
- Yes, you are.

You don't need that night air.
What you need is a cup of coffee.

- No, thanks.
- Oh yes you do.

Where's your scarf?
It's time to put it on.

- Time?
- Time!

Because you're cold.

Come and sit down.

I'll get it for you.

I don't need it really.

Sure?

Strange coincidence Dr. Gibble and I
both be interested in Fletcher.

Yes, isn't it?

He thinks that most murderers are mad,
that they've got a kink somewhere.

That's nonsense of course.

A murderer is often a bit saner
than other people, don't you agree?

You know that I don't study
these things, I...

...don't know anything about it.

No? Pity.

Now Fletcher here. Fletcher's well
worth studying.

He never makes a mistake.

He must be very clever.

He's a genius.

Gerald, if you don't mind, I think
I'll go to bed.

I'm terribly tired...

Have you forgotten?
You're going to help me.

Yes, if you just...

...relax for a moment.
You seem to be under such tension.

Very well, then I will, if you read to me.

- Read what?
- From this book.

- Not about...
- Yes, yes.

I want to hear...
I want to hear someone reading it.

Reading it out loud.

Thousands and thousands of people must
have read it, maybe reading it now.

But one can't hear or see them...
That's right, that's right.

Begin at the...
begin at the introduction.

All the best part of it is there.

Go on, go on!

George Edward Fletcher, we're giving
the name by which he was tried...

...for his real name is still unknown,

was acquitted on an attempted
murder charge...

...owing to insufficient evidence and
the brilliance of his defense,

although he was suspected of having done
away with no less than three young women.

Three!

After his acquittal Fletcher disappeared.

...and three months later overwhelming
evidence against him came to light.

- Speak louder, dear.
- Possessed of an extraordinary fascination,

he would make the acquaintance
of a girl,

persuade her to marry him after
only a few weeks or even days...

and then induce her to sign papers
making over to him...

...any sum of money she might possess.

I still can't hear you!

It was his habit to rent a small place
in an out-of-the-way neighborhood.

After living there for two
or three months...

he would announce to the neighbors
or acquaintances...

...that he and his wife were going
abroad for some time.

Go on, louder, louder, louder!

The fact that the Mrs. Fletchers a moment
were never actually seen to leave the place...

seems to have awakened no suspicions.

Yet in every case the cellar
could have told the guilty secret.

- Gerald!
- What?

Now go on, go on, go on!

What if one of these women
had found out beforehand...

...and made an appeal to him?

Why do you ask?

Well, it's interesting to know how
the mind of that kind of man works.

Do you think if he was fond
of the woman,

and I suppose he was fond
of some of them.

Oh, yes, a bit, certainly.

Then don't you think he would
have listened to an appeal?

The situation never arose.
I must imagine.

But no, no, I'm sure he would never
have let anything influence him.

Suppose she said to you, look here,
I know who you are and what you're after.

I'm entirely at your mercy.
You can take the money, all of it.

Oh, but he got her money already.

Yes, I know, but suppose she said,
I don't care about that,

if only you let me go, I promise I'll never
prosecute you, I'll never inform the police.

What do you think he might
have said?

Can you imagine a man risking his life
on a woman's silence?

And yet you think he'd welcome
any chance of escaping from...

the horror of the actual...

But then, perhaps it didn't seem...

Perhaps there was no horror
in it for him.

No, no, you see, there are other
sides to it.

Power. The combination of the race.
The climax of the music.

At one moment to hold someone
in your arms...

...and in the next to hold some thing.

Even if you scream no one will hear you!

No, wait, wait, there's something
I've got to tell you.

- I don't want to hear it.
- You will, you must, it concerns you!

What do you mean?

It would be a queer thing, wouldn't it,
if a murderer were to marry a murderess?

- Queer yes, but...
- But perfectly true!

It's about a woman who killed
a man and was never found out.

What?

Sit down.

Hm?

Well, what are you waiting for?

I want to get the whole thing
perfectly clear in my mind.

The whole truth.

You see...

- It's my own story, Gerald.
- Your story?

I killed a man.

And I was never found out.

- You have?
- No one knew about it except my mother.

When was this?

I was eighteen.

I was a secretary.

He had money, I was terribly
tired of being poor and...

it just seemed the way out.

I loathed him, he was mean,
he was years older than I was.

- But I married him.
- Well?

It was really he who first put
the idea into my head.

He would say to me...

If we're careful with our money now,

there'll be all the more
for me to leave you.

Where did all this happen?

On the East Coast.

A horrible little place.

The wind never stopped blowing.

Go on, go on.

I turned plan after plan
over in my mind.

And then finally my opportunity came.

What was it, poison?
Women usually use poison.

No, it was much safer than that.

That winter he had pneumonia.

I pretended to be heartbroken,
It deceived everyone.

I insisted on taking care
of him myself.

Ah, yes, yes, that was clever of you.

Then one night when I was
alone with him...

I realized that the crisis had passed...

...and he was going to get better.

I walked over to the window...

I can see myself now standing there...

The frost had made such pretty
patterns on the window pane.

And I stood there trying
to make up my mind.

You opened the window.

The air was like a knife.

I stripped down the bedclothes...

...and then I went outside
to wait on the landing.

When I came back into the room,

he was dead.

I closed the window, I made up the fire.

I even put fresh hot water
bottles in the bed.

Good, good, good.

And then I sent for the doctor.

- No one suspected?
- No one, not a thing.

And the money?

I... I was very foolish about
the money, it didn't...

...last very long.

Oh, yes, I understand so well.
I always do exactly the same thing myself.

Only there's just one thing
that I don't understand.

Oh?

Why have you been telling me
all this now?

Don't you see? You know all about me now.
I wouldn't dare give you away.

I thought perhaps you and I could be
of use to one another in the future.

Yes, yes, that's a very good idea.

If only there were a grain
of truth in your story.

Very clever of you, Carol, arousing my
interest and trying to put me off.

But I happen to know that story.
I've read the book myself.

I remembered it the moment you told me that
bit about the frost on the window panes.

I remember the bit about the
hot water bottles...

...struck me as being such a good
idea when I read it.

You!

You opening the window and waiting
for him to die.

You don't think I believe
that story, do you?

No! Not for one moment did I expect
you to believe it!

I didn't care whether you
believed it or not!

What?

You've forgotten one thing,
you wonderful genius!

I didn't drink any coffee!

Co... coffee, what's that got
to do with this?

I only wanted to hold your interest
for a little while, to gain time.

- Time for the stuff to work.
- Stuff, what stuff?

You're right, it was a funny
coincidence that Dr. Gribble...

...should bring me that book tonight.

Gribble, he gave you...

Yes, yes! Women always
use poison, don't they?

I can see the effects now.

You're beginning to choke you,
isn't it, you look deathly pale.

It's beginning to paralyze you,
you can't move...

...you can't move.

Let me out!
Let me out!

Somebody get me out of here!
Let me out!

Let me out... Ronnie!

Ronnie, let me out of here!

- All right, darling, it's all right.
- Carol dear.

- Is she all right?
- Yes, she's all right.

He's dead.

I'm positive Mrs. Fletcher strangely
had the same misgivings about him.

I made him think I'd poisoned him.

Brave woman.