All language subtitles for Alias.Nick.Beal.1949.576p.DVD

Subtitles: Lu�s Filipe Bernardes

In every man there's an imperfection,

a fatal weakness,
a seed of destruction.

You discovered that, Foster,

when you traded principles
for personal glory.

When you sacrificed integrity
for power.

You discovered that in eight
short months,

climbing to a governor's mansion
from a district attorney's office.

District Attorney.

Hello, Jack, he's in conference.
Can I take a message?

- Hello, Mary.
- Hello.

I've got the Beckhurst file
for the boss.

- He's in conference.
- Well, can I trust you with it?

I'll take them in.

- May I?
- I guess so.

What if it is personal?
You're not an old maid, are you?

- The Beckhurst file, Mr. Foster.
- Thanks, Wolfe.

I don't suppose there's any secret
about it. I'll be 48 next month.

Forty-eight. That's just about right.

That'll be all.

Right for what?

There's gossip around that
Governor Lambert's going to retire.

He's old. Pushing 70.

- The race will be wide open this fall.
- Very interesting.

I thought it might be.

I've got some more gossip
for you, too.

A fellow of 48 could win.

With the right sponsors.

- Provided the sponsors are out of jail.
- They will be.

That's not the way the jury's
going to feel about your man Hanson.

I think it is, after what I heard today.

Seems he had a subpoena issued
for some books of his.

Books with figures in them.

Go on.

Hanson was going to bring them
down like you wanted,

only something funny happened
this morning.

- They caught fire.
- I don't believe you.

Oh, yes.

I'd have brought them myself
to show you, only...

I didn't think you'd want your office
cluttered up with ashes.

- You're licked, Foster.
- No!

And you don't think so either.

Or you wouldn't be talking
about governorships.

Let me tell you about that.

My people up here have been
complaining about you.

Breaking their slot machines.
Closing the bookies.

Ranking off the numbers games.
It's cost them and me a lot of money.

Then Hanson. You missed,
but I've an idea you'll try again.

Of course there's another way
to stop him, but that's messy.

A lot of bad publicity, I don't think
either of us care for that.

Faulkner, I gather you're
offering me a choice.

A governorship or a shroud.

- I wouldn't put it that way.
- I don't want to put it any way!

Suppose you get out.

- So you don't want to dance, eh?
- That's right.

Maybe you will anyway.

- The Reverend Dr. Garfield.
- Come in, Tom.

- Trouble with Faulkner?
- Yes, bad trouble.

He and his man Hanson
have outsmarted me.

- Sit down, Tom.
- How so?

- Fred Hanson's records.
- But you must have expected that.

No, not the way I had
the thing set up.

Of course I wanted the records...

...but I knew if I went after them
before the trial he'd destroy them.

So I built my case to look as though
I wasn't going to use them at all.

Figuring I'd array them later on
when he was off guard.

One of my assistants secured
the subpoena this morning.

But, got through to Hanson too.

Oh, I wouldn't worry.
You've made a fine record.

No district attorney in the country
has done better.

No, it's not me, it's the little people,
the corner grocer...

the basement tailor,
the one truck cleaner.

All paying from 5 to 10 dollars
a week for protection.

From what?
Hanson.

Someday he'll overreach it.
- Some day's not soon enough.

I'm going to get him and I'm going
to get him now if I have...

I'm sorry. Why should I be
bothering you with my troubles?

- Did you bring the boy?
- Wolfe has him outside.

- Has him?
- He's a bit wild.

Well, that's why we have the club.

- Hello, Reverend.
- Hi, Matt.

Well, athletes!

What are you going to do,
make me a boy scout?

- I know what I'd do with you.
- You aren�t big enough!

Come with me, Larry.

- Hey, Joseph.
- Yes?

Wouldn't the burning of the books
be evidence of Hanson's guilt?

Would if I could prove he did it,
which I can't.

It's a pity, after all the work
you've done.

- Well, let's go in the office, Larry.
- What for?

Just want to talk with you.

- If that kid was mine...
- He wouldn't be here, Wolfe.

Sit down.

I'd sooner stand.

What they got you for, Larry?

On a rap.

Want to tell me about it?

Why should I?

No reason, except that I was once
in the same spot.

Don't give me that soap.

When you were a kid
you wore lace pants.

Listen, when I was your age I could lick
every kid in the waterfront.

And most of the sailors too.

Lace pants.
But I'll tell you something, Larry.

I found out it doesn't pay.

Not in the long run. Not any more
than what you're doing.

Do you know, if it weren't for Dr. Garfield
you'd be in a reform school?

- What's the matter with reform school?
- You want to go there?

Sure. This is sissy stuff.

The guys in the block
would laugh at me.

Do you think anybody laughs at me?

- No.
- Well, there. Why don't you give it a try?

- Say for a month.
- No, I don't think I...

- About ready to come home, darling?
- I'm always ready to come home.

Martha, this is Larry Price.
He's thinking of joining us.

Oh, you'll like it here, Larry.

Maybe.

- You look tired, dear. Bad day?
- Not good.

- Hanson?
- I'm afraid he's outmaneuvered me.

Oh, what a shame.

Joseph would rather convict Hanson
than be President, I think.

He's the last of our evil forces.

He's the last and the biggest.
He's like an octopus.

Sucking the blood of every
little business in the city.

You know, I'd give my soul
to nail him.

- Mr. Foster.
- Yes, what is it, son?

- A man told me to give this to you.
- Thanks.

Listen to this.

If you want to nail Hanson, drop around
at the China Coast at 8 tonight.

Why, it's almost as if he heard you.

- Son!
- He beat it.

- Joseph, you're not thinking of going.
- I would if I knew where it was.

It's a joint on Front Street.
Next to the M 'n R wharf.

Thanks. Now Martha, I'm perfectly capable
of taking care of myself.

I'll run you home then I'll drop in
on my anonymous friend.

It's probably just a joke.

- Bye, Tom.
- Bye, Joseph

- Well, Larry. Will you give us a try?
- Yeah, I guess so.

You must have had a tough trip, Joe.

- Yeah, two days out
till the motor conked out.

Then the radio. For a week
we drifted south.

- Good evening, gentlemen.
- Where'd you come from?

- Out there.
- Nothing but bay out there.

That's right.

I'd like two drinks.

Have the drinks brought to this table.

Some ginger ale
and a small glass of Barbados.

- Barbados?
- Rum, my friend, a dark pungent rum.

- We ain't got none.
- I think you have.

A square bottle, you'll find it.

You'll find it, he says.

As if I didn't know
every drink in the joint.

- Carl!
- What?

- Not even a dory out there.
- Huh? Well, maybe he swum.

Barbados.

Barbados, where does he think he's at?

He'll drink what we...

Bridgetown, Barbados.

Five years I've been here and...

Mr. Foster.

You're the man sent me the note?

Sit down.

Drink?

- Well, a little ginger ale.
- Here it is.

- That'll be...
- Exactly one dollar.

Look, mister... Never mind.

To your prosperity, Mr. Foster.

Before I drink to that,
you might tell me who you are.

If you like.

Nicholas Beal, Agent.

Agent for what, Mr. Beal?

That depends.
Possibly for you.

"Foster promises clean city
with Hanson conviction."

That's right.

Only I hear you've run into
a little snag.

- Some missing books.
- How did you hear about that?

What would you say
if I dig them up for you?

And why would you be so obliging?

I'm just a humble follower of your work.

Wayward boy set right,

criminal successfully prosecuted and I...

...admire you.

Incorruptible enemy
of the legions of evil.

It's a rather flamboyant way
of putting it.

Perhaps.

But of course I'm not
altogether altruistic.

I thought so.

- But you're interested.
- Naturally.

How much will this cost?

Oh, whatever you decide is fair.

That's a proposition
I can hardly refuse.

Shouldn't we be going?

Well?

Cannery records don't intrigue you,
Mr. Foster?

- Hardly.
- You may be wrong.

You'll find Hanson's signature
at the bottom of each page.

And how did you happen to...

- Mr. Beal?
- Yes?

And how did you happen
to know about these?

I hear things.

Of course I can't take them.

- Why not?
- Illegal, without a warrant

Didn't you say you'd give...

I believe it was your soul
to nail Hanson?

Yes... yes I did but...

Mr. Beal...

Where are you?

Beal.

Beal!

O TRIUNFO DE FOSTER
Provas contundentes contra Hanson

FOSTER DESMASCARA HANSON

- What's this, Martha?
- I thought we might celebrate...

...Hanson's conviction.

Oh, sure.

- You know, I feel a little odd.
- You're not sorry for him?

No. It's something else.

Remember my telling you about
Hanson's account books?

Of course.

Well, there's something else
I didn't tell you.

- What?
- I stole them.

I didn't have a warrant to search
the cannery till afterwards.

Do you mind drinking with a criminal?

- I don't know.
- It's not that serious, Martha.

But you've never done
anything like that before.

I've never convicted Hanson
before either.

Yes, I know.

But Joseph, next time, even if it's
more important than Hanson,

you won't let it happen again.

Not while I have a conscience
and a wife.

You know, we ought to go
somewhere this evening.

- How long since we've been dancing?
- The New York trip.

- That's 5 years ago.
- Yes, I know.

- I'm a pretty dull sort of husband.
- Well, I wouldn't say that.

Mr. Foster, Dr. Garfield
and some other gentlemen.

Oh...
We'll have the champagne after they go.

- Coming, Martha?
- In just a minute, dear.

- Aileen, did you fill the ice bucket?
- No, ma'am.

Well, the reform element
seems to be out in force.

Naturally, now Hanson's gone.

Judge Hobson here tells me
you did a splendid job.

Yes, pulling those account books
out of your sleeve...

...at the last minute
was a great piece of work.

Thank you, Ben. Sit down, sit down,
gentlemen, the furniture's reliable.

- I'll fetch you a drink.
- Uh, this isn't exactly a social call.

You know there's a party caucus
next week...

...and we're wondering
if you have any ideas.

- Specially for the governorship.
- Well, uh...

What about you, Norton?
You know municipal finance.

You've been on the Board of Commissioners
for the past 20 years.

I'd like to run... as Lieutenant Governor.

- Why not for governor?
- That's you!

Me? Oh, a dozen other men.

No. At the risk of turning
your head I'll explain.

Hanson's conviction has made you
a national figure.

And your Boy's Work club work
is known all over the state.

We've nobody quite like you.

We sort of figured on hanging on
to your coat tails.

Would you object, Joseph?

I don't know. It's a bit sudden.

I sound like a girl receiving
a big proposal tonight.

I'll make a drink
and sort out my thoughts.

All right.

He'd make a good governor.

There isn't any ice, my friend.

How did you get in here?

Oh, I've been here ever since
you started dinner.

- That isn't what I meant.
- Oh, don't worry about me...

...I'm doing fine even without ice.

- So I see.
- Darling!

Oh, I'm sorry, I didn't know
anybody was here.

- Martha, this is Mr. Beal.
- Pleasure, Mrs. Foster.

Aren't you the man who found
Hanson's papers?

- Did he tell you about that?
- Joseph and I have very few secrets.

You must be feeling pretty proud tonight.

He didn't tell you he's to be
our next governor.

- Joseph!
- Martha, will you take this inside?

Tell them I have some business
to transact.

Well, I suppose you came here
to collect.

How much?

Tell your friends how you got
the books?

No, I didn't.

Well?

We said whatever we thought was fair
under the circumstances.

That's right.

Only it seems like circumstances
have changed.

I've got a feeling your political career
sort of depends on my keeping quiet.

Wouldn't look good if the people learned
you didn't have a search warrant.

- How much?
- Make it out for $4,586.11.

That's absurd. We haven't got
that much money.

Ask the governor to take a peek
at his balance.

- You're $100 off.
- I can't be.

There's that check you gave me
at the office this morning.

Yes, that was for a hundred.
You must have friends at the bank.

Maybe.

- Not backing out, are you?
- No.

- I gave my word.
- But Joseph, you can't.

I think Hanson's conviction is worth it.

Especially with the governorship
thrown in.

Thanks.

Now, if you wait,

you'll hear me tell my friends
exactly how I got the books.

Well, well, I guess the reports
weren't exaggerated.

Real integrity.

It's shame to take advantage of it.

First completely honest person
I've met in a long time.

I'm not surprised.

I'd kind of like to participate
in your campaign.

I think we can do without your help.

- You don't like me, do you, Mrs. Foster?
- No, I don't.

Would you change your mind if I made
a small contribution, say $25,000?

I haven't decided to run yet.

- You will.
- Don't take it.

- No strings attached.
- How do we know?

How do we know that you're not
some kind of a racketeer?

My racket concerns good government,
Mrs. Foster.

- I don't believe you.
- No?

We don't want your money.

- You're letting her run things?
- I think she's right.

Okay.

But I think she's wrong.

Joseph, his money.

Mr. Beal.

Excuse me.

- Where did he go?
- Who?

- The man who just came out of there.
- I didn't see anyone.

Neither did I.

Well Joseph, have you come
to a decision?

Hm? Well, I'll have to talk it over
with Martha first.

- She makes the decisions.
- That's fair enough.

Yes, behind the decision of every man
I've found there's generally a woman.

Light?

Give me another bourbon.

- Hey, sister, that's not your drink.
- Isn't it? I'm so sorry.

- What happened to mine?
- I wouldn't know.

- Hijacking drinks, huh?
- That ain't all she's trying to hijack.

How did you get in here anyway?

- Look, piano legs...
- Piano legs? How do you like that?

Come on, break it up, girls!

Break it up, break it up!

Let me go!
- Take it easy, baby, you need some air.

Now scram!
Stray strutter!

How about giving a lady a hand?

Sure.

Feel alone, honey?

- I'm looking for Donna Allen.
- Well, that's me.

- I know.
- What do you want?

A woman.

Quite beautiful.

Wearing sapphires and silk...

...sable.

What are you talking about?

Come on, give up the gag.

Are you a cop?

Why don't you come along
and find out?

You sure got a different line, mister.

- No key?
- Never use one.

Come on in.

Brother, what a place!

- Yours?
- No.

Looks like a dame's apartment.

- That's right.
- Who?

- You.
- Me? Excuse me while I die laughing.

Answer it.

Hello?

Oh... wait a minute.

He wants to know if you want
some packages sent up.

We do.

Send them up.

Look, what's the deal
and who's this girl?

- A girl who's had some bad luck.
- It sure must have changed.

I'll tell you about it.
Good family, two years of college.

Wanted to try the New York stage,
only she got fouled up.

An actor named Boyden.

Boysie, she called him.

Only it turned out he forgot
to tell her he was married.

One night they had a fight
and he fell down some stairs.

Accident, they called it.

- Where are you going?
- Getting out of here.

- Where do you want me to put them, miss?
- On the couch.

- You want me to unpack them, sir?
- No, we'll attend to that.

Thanks.

Look, where did you hear
about Boysie?

- New York.
- Are you a friend?

I met him once.

October 13th, 1944.

That's the night he was killed.

That's right.

- What's that?
- Cigarette case and a lighter to match.

Look at them.

Sapphires.

That's what I said. Sapphires, silk...

...sable.

- Put it on.
- No, it wouldn't be right.

Read what it says.

- Donna Allen. Oh look, Mr...
- Put it on!

Now look at yourself.

What do I got to do?

- Murder?
- Just the opposite.

Reform work in a boy's club.

- $250!
- I'm sorry it isn't larger.

We ought to be paying you for all the work
you're doing around here.

You know, this place is in order
for the first time in 5 years.

You and poor Dr. Garfield are so busy.
I do hope you let me stay on.

We'd be crazy if we didn't.

You know, it's almost like a miracle...

... the way you just dropped
out of the sky.

I did social work at home. I missed it.
It isn't a miracle.

Garfield and I have our own opinion.
The boys too.

Do you mind if I do something
rather personal?

Something no woman can resist.

Oh... I'm afraid it's not very presentable.

Well, it doesn't quite match
your personality.

You ought to wear something gay
for once.

You think so?

Next time you go shopping for ties
why don't you take me along?

I'll do that.

I hear you've been looking for me.

Yes, I was. I called
the China Coast.

- Miss Allen, Mr. Beal.
- How do you do, Mr. Beal?

Glad to know you.

I've got something for you.

Sure you don't want it
now you know it isn't hot?

Hot?

I hear you had
the serial numbers checked.

- Oh well, Mrs. Foster thought...
- She would.

But the deal still goes.
You'll be needing money for your campaign.

I haven't even been nominated yet,
Mr. Beal.

But they're meeting tonight,
aren't they?

Yes, but there's no telling
what might happen.

- Oh, Joseph, it's 6 o'clock.
- Is it?

I'll get my hat and I'll be
right with you.

- Hello, Miss Allen.
- Hello, Doctor.

- Something interest you, Reverend?
- I don't know.

Uh... you remind me of something.
Someone I have...

- That's not impossible.
- Would you mind telling me your name?

Around here it's Beal, Nick Beal.

I thought you two had met.
This is Dr. Garfield.

- I know.
- Well, we'd better get along.

- Come on, Miss Allen.
- I'm sorry if I seemed rude.

I had a strange feeling
I'd seen you before.

I don't do much business with preachers.

All right, fellows.
Form over here.

Come on, come on, Joe.

- Hello, Larry, how are you doing?
- Okay, I guess, Mr. Foster.

That's the ticket.

We have an old-fashioned custom here,
Mr. Beal.

Every afternoon at the end of the day,

someone reads the boys a passage
from the Bible.

And whenever it's possible we try
to have someone different read,

It makes them realize that the Bible
belongs to us all.

Would you like to read?

Me?

What do I know about things like that?

Oh, that doesn't matter.
I've marked the passage.

It's one of the psalms of David.

No. It's your book, read it yourself.

All right.

The earth is the Lord's...

...and the fullness thereof.

The world and they that dwell therein.

For he has founded it upon the seas
and established it upon the floods.

Who shall ascend into the hill
of the Lord?

And who shall stand in His holy place?

He that hath clean hands
and a pure heart,

who has not lifted up his soul
unto vanity...

...nor sworn deceitfully,

he shall receive the blessing
from the Lord...

...and righteousness from the God
of his salvation.

This is the generation
of them that seek Him...

...that seek Thy Face. Amen.

Amen.

About ready, darling?

What in the world are you doing?

- I haven't got a tie that's fit to wear.
- What's the matter with those?

No color. They're drab.

They make me feel
like a retired undertaker.

I'm sure the Whites know
you're not a retired undertaker.

I'm aware of that, Martha.

But when a man feels gay
he wants a gay tie.

Even if it is only to a bridge party.

All right, darling, I'll buy you some
first thing in the morning.

No, you won't.

You'll have a picture of me
as if I were a doddery old fossil.

I'll buy them myself.

Somebody else has
different picture, Joseph?

- Why did you say that?
- Hmm... maybe intuition.

- Mr. Foster.
- Come in, Aileen.

There's a man downstairs
says he has to see you.

- He's acting sort of queer.
- Queer?

Excuse me.

- Help me with these, will you, Aileen?
- Yes, ma'am.

- Mr. Foster?
- Yes.

My name is Finch.
Henry T. Finch.

You got some place we can talk?

Well, in the library,
but I haven't much time.

Well, I haven't either.
I got to get out of town.

I've been hiding, but they're on to me.

You see, they think I did it.

Did what, Mr. Finch?

I guess I'm not making much sense.
I'm nervous.

I was bookkeeper at the Highwater Cannery.

Kept Hanson's books on the side.

Let's go in here.

You're the man we were trying
to find during the trial.

So were they.

The funny things is I burned those books
the day Hanson told me.

Then you came up with them.
Same figures, same signatures.

I've seen the photographs
in the papers.

Are you trying to claim the books
were faked?

I'm not blaming you, Mr. Foster.
You had to do it to get him.

But you sure put me on the spot.

That's why I got to clear out.

A couple of thousand could carry me.

This is a very feeble attempt
at blackmail.

No, you got it wrong.

I'm helping you. Otherwise I'd have
to get police protection.

Tell about the books.

- Who put you up to this?
- Nobody.

- You didn't burn any books.
- Yes, sir. I burned them all.

Watched them go up in smoke.
Close as I am to you.

Maybe you didn't know
they were faked.

China Coast?

I want to speak to Mr. Beal.

Nick Beal.

Oh, he's not?

Will you ask him to phone Mr. Foster
if he comes in?

Uh... yes, that's right.

Thanks.

I wish I knew what kind
of a game you were up to.

Darling, the Whites are here.

There's too many people here.
I got to go.

I'll see you at your office at ten.

I burned them, Mr. Foster.

Joseph, we're waiting for you.

- Yes, I'm coming.
- What's the matter?

I'll have to leave in an hour or so.

Wolfe promised to show me
some papers around ten.

- There was a message for you.
- I got it.

- How did it go?
- All right.

- Is he going to meet you?
- At ten at his office.

Good.

Oh, yeah, I got the pipe.
I don't know why you want it.

- I collect them.
- Now tell...

Now tell me something.
You know I did burn Hanson's books.

- You don't believe me.
- Sure I believe you.

Then how?

He probably copied them
before the trial began.

If that's so, he had to be smart.

- I'd better go. It's nearly ten.
- It won't be necessary.

- What about the money?
- I've got it.

Yeah? That's swell.
I was kind of nervous.

Only not here.

Mr. Beal?

- Yes?
- You forgot your pipe.

Did I?

I could sure use that money.

You've been trying to find me?

Yes, I have.

What for?

- I was talking to Hanson's bookkeeper.
- Oh?

- Thought he'd skipped out.
- No, he's here.

At least he's supposed
to be at ten.

He has a very odd story for you.

Says he personally burned
Hanson's books.

Claims the ones we used
are counterfeit.

Well, they worked all right,
didn't they?

- If they're faked, I want to know it.
- What did the guy want?

- Two thousand dollars.
- A shakedown.

I'm not sure.

Why else would he pick
the night they're deciding...

...who's going to run for governor?

- I don't know.
- I wouldn't worry.

It's a quarter past ten.
Maybe he won't even come.

That's beside the point. I want to know
if those books were faked.

- What do you think?
- I'm asking you! Yes or no?

Oh, take it easy.

How could they be fake if they were burned?
By putting ashes through a printing press?

- I want a direct answer, Beal.
- Don't touch me!

I don't like to be touched.

Besides, what's the difference
if they were faked?

I'd have to admit a mistrial
and set Hanson free.

- And blow the governorship sky high?
- That doesn't matter.

I happen to have a conscience
about these things.

Hello.

Oh, hello, Ben.

Yes, I knew the committee
was meeting.

Oh, they have?

Well, tell the committee...

...that I'll be very pleased
to accept the nomination.

If we can get all the churches
in the State.

I'm starting a series of sermons
on good government.

We want to blast Kennedy.

That'll be fine. Mimeograph this
and copies of this to the Women's Clubs.

May I see it, please?

No, no, change this...

...for 'Joseph Foster
means Good Government'.

'Joseph Foster' top,
'Good Government' below.

Print 5,000 copies to begin with.

- He hasn't come in yet?
- No, Mr. Norton, I'm sorry, he hasn't.

But it's nearly 3 o'clock.

Consider luncheon lasted longer
than we expected.

Miss Allen speaking.

You'll have to ask him
at the regular Press conference.

Hold it, Mr. Foster.

How are you?

- Hello. The committee still in there?
- They've been waiting for over an hour.

Let them wait.
You should have been with us.

A thousand women
and ten thousand questions.

- The governor wowed them.
- I knew he would.

I wish everybody has as much
faith in me as you have.

Everybody doesn't know you
as well as I do.

Don't overplay it, sugar.

Sorry to be late, gentlemen.

It was an interesting gathering.

Joseph, I'm afraid we have
some bad news for you.

- The Stafford report.
- What about it?

It indicates you're running more than
100,000 short of Kennedy.

- Couldn't it be wrong?
- It's accurate to more than 1%.

Hm, well... what shall we do?

We keep working and hope
something will happen.

Kennedy's too smart for that.

- You've got just one chance.
- And what's that, Mr. Beal?

Make a deal with Faulkner
and his downstate machine.

You're not serious!

- You want to win, don't you?
- Not that much!

- You couldn't!
- The biggest crook in the state!

This is the kind of people
we're out to beat.

What do you say, Joseph?

I agree with these gentlemen,
of course.

It would negate everything
we stand for.

No, no, it's out of the question.

I'm surprised you'd suggest
such a proposition.

Gentlemen, shall we consider
next week's agenda?

Feeling low?

I'm disappointed.

You don't like the Faulkner idea, huh?

No, I don't.

Well, it's too bad because the deal's
already made.

I set it up the day before yesterday.

You set it up?

No charge, Governor.

Beal, I'm gonna toss you
through that window.

- I don't like anyone to touch me!
- All right. But get out!

Sure. I'll get out
after I speak my piece.

- Whose team do you think I'm playing on?
- I don't know and I don't care.

I'm playing on yours.
I'm trying to help you.

I want you to be governor.

If I've done wrong you can
repudiate it, and me too.

All right, I intend to.

And sell the State down the river
at the same time?

You know, it's funny about reformers.

They're all color blind.

They see everything either
in black or white.

No in-betweens, no grays.

You don't realize that politics is full
of grays, all different shades.

Like in this case.

In order to do good as governor
you've got to be elected first.

And to be elected you've got
to make a deal with Faulkner.

Sure, that's kind of gray.

But it's white beside Kennedy's color,
you know that, don't you?

Are you through?

It's funny about you being sore.

You didn't set the deal.
Your conscience is clear.

After you're governor,
all you've got to do...

...is throw Faulkner a couple of scraps
from the table.

Get out!

Get out.

I'd think it over.

Would you like to check these,
Miss Allen?

- They've been signed?
- Yes.

- Send them right away.
- I'll get a special messenger.

You've got a date tonight, baby.

Who with?

Next governor of the state.

Better get prettied up.

And don't forget the case.
It cost me three thousand.

- Good evening, Donna.
- Good evening, Doctor.

Oh, Mr. Beal.

I've been trying to place your face
for over a month now.

Maybe you'd better give up.

Did anyone ever paint your portrait?

Yes. Yes, Rembrandt, in 1655.

No, thanks, Aileen.

- Darling...
- I'm not hungry.

- Something's bothering you, isn't it?
- No.

Joseph, what's the matter with us?

We used to be able to talk things over
when we had problems.

It... it's not that girl.

What would she want
with an old duffer like me?

I'd want you.

- Can't you tell me?
- Well...

It's that Faulkner machine downstate.

Beal made an arrangement with it
in my name.

That's no problem. Issue a statement
to the newspapers.

I don't know. It means giving up
the governorship.

Is that important?

Yes. Yes it is.
It amounts to electing Kennedy.

Selling the State down the river.

I'd rather have you sell
the State than yourself.

But that's not the point.

There are so many good, important things
that I could do if elected.

Isn't that what Hitler said once,
and Mussolini?

That's a lot of nonsense.
There's no comparison.

But they made deals
with downstate machines too.

Martha, you just asked me why it is
I never talk things over with you anymore.

Well, I'll tell you. I'm fed up with camp,
righteousness and sanctimony.

I'm fed up with preaching.

You're not a wife.
You're a missionary.

- Good evening, Opal.
- Good evening, Mr. Beal.

Tell Miss Allen I'm here.

Yes, sir.

Looks as though you were wrong
about tonight.

He'll show.

- Put those down.
- Why?

I had Opal fix them special.

That isn't all that was fixed special.

- What's wrong with this?
- Same as with this. Too obvious.

- Now wait a minute...
- I know the deal.

A couple of drinks, lights turned low,

half a pint of perfume
and some sultry conversation.

- It's worked before.
- It might have worked a lot...

...but it won't stick. Not with him.

And I want it to stick.

Well, what do you recommend,
Mr. Beal?

I'll tell you.

He's coming up here worried and tired.

He's just had a fight with his wife
and he wants somebody nice to talk to.

That's you.

I said nice.

For instance, if he wants a drink,

you don't have anything like that
in the apartment.

Then he'll ask your advice about a deal...

...I cooked up with a politician
named Faulkner.

They approved?

Only first, you want to know
what his wife thinks.

She doesn't like the idea.

You get sore.

Does she want Kennedy to win,
does she try to wreck his career?

- Will you remember that?
- I'm a quick study.

You'd better be, because here comes
the tough part.

He'll mention something about wishing
his Martha felt that way.

And that's your cue.

- For what?
- Your big speech.

'Joseph...'

'I've a confession to make.'

'Sometimes I wish you weren't married
so that we could...'

'I've shocked you, haven't I?'

- Me?
- Don't be stupid, that's you! Say it!

'Joseph, I've a confession.'

'Sometimes I wish that you weren't married
so that we could...'

'I've shocked you, haven't I?'

'No. No, you haven't, because I have
a confession of my own.'

'Each day when I go down
to the campaign headquarters...'

'I'm afraid you won't be there anymore.'

'Then, when I see you, I know
everything is all right again.'

'And the times we've had
lunch together...'

Do you remember how many?

- Uh... six.
- Six.

'And each one a red-lettered day
in my memory.'

Now you.

'Joseph, don't say any more.'

'Joseph, don't say any more.'

'But I have to. It's all bubbling out.'

'No, Joseph, no.'

'No, Joseph, no.'

'Why, what's the matter?
I'm frightened!'

'I'm frightened.'

'But there's nothing to be frightened of.'

'Please, Joseph, go now.
I'll see you in the morning, darling.'

And he'll say, I'll be counting
the minutes.

Brother, how corny can we get?

Never mind that, just remember
those lines.

Yeah, but will he remember his?

You must be out of your head...

...'cause he's not gonna say
any of those lines or even a part

Hello?

This is Donna Allen speaking.

Tell him to come up.

Tell him to come up.

You'd better hurry up and change.

The black suit.

Put it on.

With you in here?

Okay.

Eighth floor.

- Is Miss Allen at home?
- Who's calling?

- Mr. Foster.
- Oh, Mr. Foster, come in.

I'll tell Miss Allen you're here.

Hello, Joseph.

I'm not interrupting, am I?

No. No, of course not.

I happened to be in the neighborhood
and I thought...

I'm glad you dropped in.

I was lonely.

May I sit down?

Yes.

Thank you.

You look tired.

I am.

Could I get you some coffee?

I'll need something stronger
than coffee to pick me up.

Well, um... I'm afraid I haven't
got anything like that.

- I'm sorry.
- Oh, you needn't be.

It's unusual and a pleasure to find
a non-drinking female these days.

That makes me sound awfully
old-fashioned, doesn't it?

No...

Sensible.

- You look worried.
- That's one reason why I dropped in.

Mrs. Faulkner?

- How did you know?
- Oh, well, Nick Beal...

...said something about her
on the way out tonight.

- He seemed very upset.
- I don't understand Nick.

I'm sure Nick's trying to help you
in his own clumsy way.

I suppose so.
What do you think about Faulkner?

Me?

Oh, I shouldn't advise you, Joseph.

What does your wife think?

She's very much opposed to Faulkner.

Oh, I can understand.

She doesn't realize what...

...what one has to put up with
in politics.

She thinks I'm turning into
some sort of a Hitler.

Oh, she doesn't!

She must know that...

...it would be far worse
to let Kennedy win.

And then there's your career.

Doesn't she realize that this
is only the beginning?

You're on the road to something
really important.

I wish Martha felt that way.

Joseph, I have a confession to make.

Sometimes I wish that you
weren't married...

...so that we could...

- I've shocked you, haven't I?
- No!

No, you haven't.

I have a confession of my own.

Each morning when I go down
to campaign headquarters...

...I'm afraid you won't be there anymore.

And then, when I see you,
everything is all right again.

And the times we had lunch together.
Do you remember how many?

- Six.
- Six!

Each one a red-letter day
in my memory.

- Don't say any more.
- But I have to.

No!

- What's the matter?
- I'm frightened.

- There's nothing to be frightened of.
- Joseph, you'd better go now.

- I'll see you in the morning.
- Really, I...

I'll see you in the morning.

- I'll be counting the minutes.
- Thank you.

Nick.

Nick.

Nick!

Nick.

- You called, Miss Allen?
- Where did Mr. Beal go?

I didn't see him.

He's not out here.

We're ten floors from the ground.
How did he get out?

He could have swung across to that
fire escape on the next building.

But it's sure a long swing.

Going out, Miss Allen?

Yeah.

- What's the time.
- You've just asked me that.

I didn't ask you what I just asked you.
I just asked you what's the time.

It's 10:48.

Thanks.

Wait a minute. Come here.

I want to tell you something.

- I'm a heel.
- Oh now, miss, I wouldn't say that...

Don't argue with me.
I'm a heel.

Admit it.

He's a bigger one.

Pushing little people around.

Making up speeches for them.

Sneaking up and down fire escapes.
What do you think of a guy like that?

- Well, I wouldn't...
- Don't interrupt me.

What was I talking about?

- Fire escapes.
- Hm...

Fire escapes.

You wanna know something?

I got one of my own.

I got a railroad ticket to nowhere.

Train leaves in exactly...

What's the time?

Ten fifty.

Twenty minutes.

I'm going to disappear in twenty minutes.

Think I was scared, don't you?

- Well, it sounds like it.
- Well, I'm not. You're wrong.

I'm not scared.

See this?

- Nice.
- It's not nice.

It's probably rabbit fur.

But I'm gonna take it with me anyway.

Services rendered.

Boys' clubs, campaigns...

Love scenes.

What's the time?

Ten fifty-one.

You know you're a great
little conversationalist?

You sound just like a talking clock.

- Now, look, miss, I'm a...
- Give me a cigarette.

A cigarette?

Least you can do is offer
a lady a cigarette.

You're just that type of...

How are they coming in
in the 11th?

Can't you give us the partial returns?

Kennedy is leading by 2,901.

- How are we doing?
- Still quite close.

Yeah?

- Neck and neck, that's not bad.
- I'm afraid it is, Joseph.

- Why?
- Only five districts left...

...and the 21st and 22nd belong
to the Faulkner team.

Kennedy's stronghold.

You'll pick up some votes in the 5th
and 9th but not nearly enough.

- Something's coming through now.
- Pardon me.

- Martin 1,658.
- 1,658.

- Kennedy 35,608.
- 35,608.

Foster 97,493.
That's really pulling in, Mr. Foster!

- Uh, Joseph.
- Huh?

You didn't make any arrangement
with Faulkner, did you?

No, Ben, I didn't.

Then he must be double-crossing
Kennedy in some way.

Kennedy 788,282

Foster 847,266

Congratulations, Governor.
60.000 ahead, that's wonderful!

Hello, Bill.

Mr. Faulkner.

Well, Governor. Looks like
we're in business.

- What's that?
- Let's go over here, Faulkner.

Nothing from the 21st yet, eh?

Faulkner.

I'd like you to explain your remark
about being in business.

That's what I said.

I wouldn't worry about the 21st.
You got the hats full there too.

That 50 grand you gave me
to spread around...

...will pay off about three votes
to the dollar.

You gave him $50,000?

- Where did you get it?
- From me.

Joseph!

It was only a loan.
I'll pay it back when I can.

Quiet! Quiet everybody!

We have some important news!

We just had a flash.
Kennedy completed the election.

Hooray! Hooray!

- Marvelous!
- Please, Governor, a speech!

I only want to say, you've worked harder
than any group I've ever known.

You've been swell, and I won't forget it.
And I...

- Pardon me.
- Congratulations, Governor.

A wonderful night, Governor,
a wonderful night!

- Let me explain.
- Good night, Joseph.

- Don't worry. They'll come around.
- I wonder.

Of course they will.
They don't understand.

You're elected, darling.
You're Governor.

Now you can do all the wonderful
things you want to...

...and you'll prove how wrong
they were.

How about a celebration?
This doesn't happen every day.

- Of course we'll celebrate.
- That's the ticket.

Listen, everybody. We're having
a party at the Gold Room.

Music, floor show, all the trimmings.

It's on me.
Coming, Foster?

- I've never danced with a governor.
- Yes, I'm coming.

- With bells on!
- That's the spirit.

Hello?

Yes, just a moment.

- Who is it?
- Mrs. Foster is on the phone.

Tell her the governor is in conference.

And, uh...

Oh, no, no!

- Thirty-three.
- What...

- You heard me, thirty-three.
- Uh, let's get on with it.

Yes, Governor.

- Mr. Beal is here.
- Send him in.

Get this right.
It has to last two years.

- Maybe four.
- Hello, Nick.

- Seen the early edition of the Globe?
- No, I haven't.

- Something in there might interest you.
- Read it.

Independent Party disowns Foster.

In a move unparalleled
in political history,

the Independent Party today renounced...

...its connection with Governor-elect
Joseph Foster.

Superior Judge Ben Hobson disclosed
that Foster's misuse...

...of unauthorized use
of campaign contributions...

Let me see that!

The hypocritical old goat!

I'll ram that committee of his
down his throat!

- Hello, Joseph.
- Well, I'm glad someone will talk to me.

- I've been wanting to.
- What happened to Ben and the committee?

Not one of them will see me?

I think you know.

Though I believe they would have
overlooked the Faulkner arrangement...

...if you hadn't lied about it.

I didn't lie. I said I didn't make
the deal and I didn't.

- But you agreed to it.
- Tom...

You and Ben and the others have known
me for more than 20 years...

...and you now there's nothing
to worry about when I'm governor.

I'll have to throw a few scraps
to Faulkner...

...but that's all. Nothing has changed.

- You've changed, Joseph.
- How?

- Well, your clothes, for one thing.
- What are clothes?

And there are rumors about you
and Miss Allen.

I know I shouldn't mention them.

Or the story that you
and Martha are estranged.

Is it true?

In a way...

What's my personal trouble
got to do with it?

They're all indications of change.

Then there's the influence this
Nick Beal seems to have over you.

Influence nothing.

He loaned me some money
and I'll pay it back, and that's all.

I wonder. Have you signed
anything with him?

- Any sort of contract?
- Of course not.

- What are you driving at?
- I don't know exactly.

But there's something strange
about him.

- Something eerie.
- It's a pose to impress people.

How did he get out of your house
the night you were there?

Why was he afraid to read the Bible?

- Are you serious?
- I know I can't be.

But I am.

And there's another thing.

Somewhere I've seen a portrait of him.

A medieval drawing or woodcut.

I'm trying to remember where.

- Drawing as what?
- Lucifer.

We're in the 20th century, Tom.

Nobody believes in such things
since the Salem witch burnings.

Besides, aren't there
a few items missing?

Where's the tail and the horns?
Where's the smell of sulphur and brimstone?

And where's the contract
you're talking about,

signed in blood and promising the delivery
of one's slightly used soul?

Maybe the devil knows
the 20th century too, Joseph.

I'm sorry about Martha.

And if people are talking about us,
well, I'm sorry about that too.

Well, I'm not. You're the one thing
I'm not sorry about.

But Ben and the others,
that hurts.

- I know, Joseph.
- The trouble is I can't give up.

I must justify the position I've taken.

I suppose there are other reasons too.

The idea of being governor, the flattery,
having people knowing you.

The authority and the power.

I sound egotistical, don't I?
Selfish too.

No. Because I know you'll do
the best job you can.

- I wonder. There's Faulkner.
- Oh, he's nothing.

And Nick Beal.

Yes, there is Nick.

How do you feel about him?

Oh, I don't know, Joseph.

He gives me the creeps.

Someone else said that.

In other words.

Oh, Joseph, I wish I...

You'd better go now.

- Will I see you tomorrow?
- Of course.

And don't you worry.

Don't let other people make your decisions.
You make them yourself.

Promise me?

I promise.

Going soft?

- Where did you come from?
- Down the chimney.

- What's the idea?
- Oh, he's in trouble.

You bet he is.

- Nick, what's he ever done to you?
- Nothing.

Well then, why do you want
to destroy him?

He's good, and he's decent.

Why don't we forget him?

Why can't we go off together
just you and me?

Let him make his own decisions.

You and I could have a lot
of fun together.

Don't touch me!

Don't ever touch me.

Why?

- Are you afraid of me?
- You stupid tramp!

I ought to toss you back in the gutter
where you belong.

Keep in line.

- I'll talk to him tomorrow.
- You won't need to.

I'm taking care of him myself.

Tonight.

- Joseph.
- Uh-huh?

The inauguration Thursday.
I won't be there.

- Why not?
- I think you know.

- But Martha, you...
- There needn't be any talk.

- You can say I'm ill.
- I don't want to say anything.

- I want you there.
- No, you don't.

We're strangers, almost enemies.

For the last two months you haven't
even known I was alive.

- I guess that's so. I'm sorry.
- So am I.

I've been thinking tonight...

...trying to figure out
what's changed everything.

I can tell you. Mr. Beal.

No, that's what everybody says
but it's not Beal, it's me.

I don't seem to want the things
I used to want.

Well, it isn't too late to change back.

I'm going to be governor, Martha,
no matter what happens.

I want you to be governor, to be a good
governor, with no shoddy alliances.

- You sound like that reform committee.
- Well I don't feel like it.

I feel sad. All the wonderful
things that we've had are gone.

Do you remember the good times
we used to have on $20 a week...

...when you were going to Law School?
And all the problems we used to share?

Oh, I know this isn't fair.

I'm just saying these things to prove
to you that I want only the best for you.

- I know you do.
- Then you must believe me...

...when I tell you that Beal is dangerous.

All right. I'll get rid of him.

- You owe him $50,000.
- I know.

Martha...

Would you be very angry
if I sold the house?

No, I'd be pleased!

And if that isn't enough, I've got
the bonds Mother left me.

I don't deserve you.

Promise me one thing.

Don't see him again.

Well, I don't know that I can exactly...

This is the first really important thing
I've ever asked of you.

All right.

- I promise.
- Thank you.

Mr. Foster.

Oh, it's you, Beal.

I was just going to write you a note
but now that you're here...

Save that for later.
You're in quite a bit of trouble.

I don't quite understand you.

Do you remember Hanson's bookkeeper
and the coroner's verdict on his death?

Yes. Accidental.

Well, they put a new tag on him
a couple of weeks ago and it reads murder.

Murder?

- Why didn't I hear about this?
- You'd be the last one they'd tell.

Seems like whoever tipped them off
mentioned your name.

I only saw the man once in my life
here in this house.

They know. They also know from your maid
that you had an argument with him.

And from some bridge-playing
friends of yours...

...that you left the house shortly
before ten, which is when he got it.

- Where did you hear this?
- A friend in the Bureau.

Well, I'll tell you it's a very
flimsy case.

Sure. Only they don't think so.

They'll be here any minute now
to pick you up.

On circumstantial evidence like that?

Oh, I forgot.
They found something on the body.

A pipe with a silver band on the stem
and three silver dots on the bowl.

It's been traced back to a set
you got two, three years ago.

That's impossible.

How many pipes in the set?

- Seven.
- Count them.

There's one missing.

You had it with you that night?

- You don't think that I'd...
- I wouldn't know.

But I've got a feeling it's going to kind
of interfere with your becoming governor.

For weeks something inside of me
has been saying I wouldn't make it.

- I guess it's been telling me the truth.
- Not necessarily.

Unless I can pull you clear.

How?

You know, I've been sticking
my head out for you.

Hanson's evidence, Faulkner,
angles in your campaign...

It cost me a lot of money too.

Now this.

I'd like some protection.

And I'd like it in writing.

Joseph.

- What's Mr. Beal doing here?
- We're discussing business.

- But you said...
- What did he say, Mrs. Foster?

Martha, can't you see you're interrupting?

But you promised you'd have
nothing more to do with him.

Maybe I didn't put it clearly.

I wish you'd leave.

You'd better read it over.

It includes a small reward
for services rendered.

Keeper of the State Seal?
That doesn't mean anything.

- It doesn't even pay a salary.
- Maybe I like State Seals.

Oh, and there's a sort of default
clause you ought to read too.

In case I fail to make
the above appointment,

I do hereby agree to accompany
the aforesaid Nicholas Beal...

...to the Island of Almas Perdidas.

- What island is that?
- Owned by some friends of mine.

- They need new personnel.
- For what kind of work?

Why worry?

The clause will never take effect anyway.

You can give me the State job
the minute you become governor.

Yes, that's right.
But I don't like this anyway.

It's too ambiguous.
It might mean anything.

Will you want to face the music?

Mr. Foster!

Mr. Foster, there's a detective
at the door.

He says he has to see you.

Have him come in, Eileen.

Mr. Foster will see you in the library.

- May I take your hats?
- No, thank you.

Come in.

- Mr. Foster.
- Hello, Lieutenant.

This is Mr. Beal.
Lieutenant Dodds and Sergeant...

- Sergeant Hill.
- What brings you out here?

We're working on the death
of a man named Henry Finch.

Finch? That isn't the man who was
Hanson's bookkeeper, is it?

Yes, that's him.
It's a kind of odd story...

Uh, don't mind Beal.

It seems a harbor detail made a mistake
a few months ago.

They figured this Finch fell
from a pier down at the bay...

...and hit his head on some rocks.

No water in his lungs.

Then we began to hear rumors so we took
a look at the timetables for that night.

- High water at 10 o'clock.
- The closest rocks were 8 feet under.

So he got knocked in the head
before he fell.

Hm...

Murder, huh?

That's what the rumors said.
Oh, they found this pipe by his body.

Ever see it before?

I don't know.

Looks familiar. Looks like one of the pipes
that was given to me in a set.

This set.

Seven.

One, two three...

Four five, six, seven.

Well, they're almost
a perfect match, though.

You weren't thinking of hanging it
on Mr. Foster, were you, Lieutenant?

Oh, no, Mr. Beal, we never
really thought...

Don't apologize, Dodds.

It's your job to run down clues
wherever they lead.

Yes, I guess we're both mad
that this was a dud.

Well, we must be running along.
We have a line-up at ten.

- Good night, Mr. Beal. Mr. Foster.
- Good night.

- Aileen!
- Yes, sir?

Will you see these gentlemen out?

Your handwriting is very legible,
Governor.

Good, clear signature.

That's all but the last page.

- Take it down to the hotel stenographer.
- Yes, sir.

And rush it.
I'll need it in a half hour.

Good morning, Governor. Not much
of a day for the inauguration.

No.

- You didn't eat much.
- I wasn't hungry.

Nerves.

I've been talking to the boys.
They'd like a couple of things more.

Two members on the Power Commission,

two more in the Marshlands Committee...

...and Chairman of the Liquor
Control Board.

- That's practically every key post.
- Oh, I wouldn't say that.

You still have the Fish and Game
Commission...

...and me as Keeper of the State Seal.

- You didn't forget that, did you?
- No.

I'm sure you wouldn't want
that forfeit clause to go into effect.

And the fellows think you ought
to drop that 200,000 for boys clubs.

- The budget's oversized now.
- All right.

The cars will be downstairs
in 20 minutes.

Well, I'd better get out
the inaugural address.

Address? Didn't I tell you?
You wrote that last night.

A really first-rate job.

Good morning, Governor.

How about a picture for the Globe?

Your new home, Governor.
Think you'll like it?

Joseph!

Donna!

- I had to say goodbye.
- Goodbye? But why?

- Just a moment, miss.
- It's all right, officer.

Yes, sir.

What are you doing in those clothes?

Everything else belongs to Nick.

- To Nick?
- Oh, I'm so frightened of him.

Something terrible's happened.

Something he's planned.
Oh, Joseph, watch out.

He's a devil. He doesn't care
about anything or anybody.

Better come inside, Governor.
Can't have you getting your feet wet.

You might catch cold.

You've got to park here, Governor,
till the ceremony starts.

I think you ought to look at these.

Might interest you to see how far
you've come in the past 8 months.

"Foster inaugural today."

"Foster elected Governor."

This one goes back to the time
when you were district attorney.

"Foster promises clean city
with Hanson conviction."

I think you can read the rest yourself.

I'll let you know
when they're ready for you.

Mr. Foster.

Mr. Foster.

They're ready for you, sir.

...that I will faithfully discharge
the duties of the office of Governor...

...according to the best of my ability.

According to the best of my ability.

Justice Fisk,

distinguished guests,
ladies and gentlemen.

A few weeks ago, the Independent Party,
whose candidate for governor I was,

issued a statement...

renouncing me for certain political
commitments I am supposed to have made...

...prior to election.

I never answered that statement...

...because it is absolutely true.

Through greed, avarice,

vanity, ambition...

I made certain alliances...

...with various groups
of corrupt figures.

Alliances which I realize now...

...will prevent me from serving
my state properly.

Needless to say, I am ashamed of myself.

So ashamed that I am taking
the only action possible.

I resign the governorship...

...in favor of an honest man.

A man who was once my friend.

Lieutenant-Governor Paul Norton.

Congratulations, Foster.

Impressive speech, fine gesture.

- Virtue triumphant.
- Glad to find you take it so well.

Why shouldn't I?

- Your plans didn't quite work out.
- Just the opposite.

- They worked out exactly as scheduled.
- Except that you lost a governor.

- They're a dime a dozen.
- Maybe. But you won't get Norton.

No, I won't get Norton...

...or the State Seal either.

- We'll talk about that later.
- Yes, we will. Soon.

Martha.

Martha!

Hello?

Remember the forfeit clause
in our contract, Foster?

Well, tonight's collection night.

China Coast at 11 o'clock.
Got it?

I advise you to be there, my friend.

And don't let the fog throw you.

It won't bother us.
Not where we're going.

Almas Perdidas.

- Not on this globe.
- Well, that's the way the contract reads.

But if the island doesn't exist,
I'm sure the contract isn't valid.

Tom, the things I signed in good faith,
I gave my word in effect.

For the last six months I've been acting
selfishly, in bad faith.

Well, I'm through doing that.

I'm through going against
my conscience.

Your conscience tells you
to go with Beal?

Why don't you talk to Martha?

She's gone away somewhere.
Besides, if this is what you're hinting at,

if there's something strange about it,
I don't want to involve her.

Then you admit the possibility.

I don't know.

- Do you know Spanish?
- No, why?

I wondered if you knew what
the translation of...

...the Island of Almas Perdidas was.

The Island of Lost Souls.

Strange, isn't it?

- But that can't be.
- I know.

As you once said, it's the wrong
century for superstition.

For werewolves, vampires
and devils.

For even shamans in Black Magic.

But Joseph, I do know this.

Spiritual problems exist today
just as they did in earlier centuries.

The battle between good and evil
still goes on.

We all fight it, every day of our lives.

When you found the courage
to renounce the governorship,

you expiated your sins.

You confessed,
you washed yourself clean.

That was your battle.
And that was with yourself.

Not with Beal. He can't make you
go anywhere or do anything...

...if you're no longer willing.

Don't you realize it, Joseph?
You've already won.

Forget Beal.

Go to Martha, who remembers you
as you were...

...as you still are.

She still loves you.

The two of you can make
a fresh start together.

She's at my house.

Thanks, Tom.

Taxi.

- Hello, Mr. Foster.
- Hello, Larry.

838 Curserage Place.

- Dr. Garfield's house?
- Yes.

Sure that's where you want
to go, Governor?

- Hello, Larry.
- The printer said to tell you...

- ...he was sorry he was late with these.
- Oh, that's all right.

Say, Dr. Garfield, that Mr. Beal...

- What about him?
- I never knew he was a taxi driver.

- He isn't.
- I've just seen him in a cab...

...driving off with Mr. Foster.

- Leaving, Foster?
- Yes, I'm leaving.

I'll see you tomorrow, Beal,
at home.

- Think you get there?
- Of course.

Couldn't see him against the light.

- Is he badly hurt?
- He'll be all right.

- He only lost his conscience.
- I'll call an ambulance.

That won't be necessary.
I'll take care of him.

He's got to catch a boat.

What's the matter with that guy?

- We've got to find him.
- How?

That place that he first met Beal.

Joseph said it was his headquarters.
Do you remember the name?

No.

Try.

Perhaps Larry would remember.

If he's still outside.

Here we are, my friend.
Yes, brethren, every word is true.

I've worked in the darkness.
Glory be.

I've wrestled the devil
and thrown him.

I've pinned his shoulders to the map.

Yes, I've pinned his shoulders
to the map.

I wonder if he knows it's two falls
out of three.

Not quite time yet.

Have a drink.
A glass for my friend.

Can't get through.

- We've got to.
- A man's life may depend on it.

I've got my orders, mister. Everyone takes
the detour, just follow the signs.

As for your job you'll never miss it.

We've important plans for you.

Wonderful work, travel everywhere.

Good evening, Mr. Beal.
- Good evening, Cuthbert.

Good evening, Mr. Beal.

Hello, Foster.

Yes, you'll be a valuable addition.

Good front, inspiring confidence,
people will trust you.

Shall we move along?

The last time I was here
was quite exciting.

The city was on fire.

Picked quite a lot of recruits
that night.

Had quite a transportation problem.

Joseph!

What are you doing, darling?

- Fulfilling an agreement, Mrs. Foster.
- No, he's coming home.

I'm afraid you're wrong.
He's given his word on paper.

- Right, Foster?
- That's right.

Joseph!

I doubt if he put his name
on anything, Mr. Beal.

Oh?

Take a look.

Good clear signature.

You'll find everything else
in order too.

Should be. My company has negotiated
quite a number of these.

- Your company?
- A trading company, Reverend.

With representatives in all parts
of the world.

Now, if you'll just return it,
we'll be on our way.

Seems to be all right.

Sorry.

Pick it up!

Wait a minute, Tom.

Suppose you pick it up, Mr. Beal.

It's right at your feet.

Jockeyed me into a sort of a morality play,
haven't you?

Only we have a pier instead
of the nave of a cathedral.

But the props are the same.

It's always been bell and candle...

...and that worn out book of yours.

And it always will be.

I'm ready, Beal...

- ...if you are.
- No!

You've saved yourself just in time,
didn't you?

But there will be others who won't.
A lot of others.

And I'll tell you why.

In everyone there's a seed
of destruction...

...a fatal weakness.

You know that now, Foster.

You're lucky.

You're luckier than I was when I fell.

But that was a long time ago.

He's gone.

But where?

I wouldn't ask.

You won.

That's the important thing.

Forget him.

Go home.

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