All language subtitles for Angel.Face.1952.WAC.Bluray.english

- What is it, George?
- Gas.

- Suicide?
- No, sir. An accident.

- Mrs. Tremayne was...
- All right. Where is she?

Upstairs.

We probably won't need that.
Just stand by.

It was...
It was like being smothered.

My head was pounding.

I tried to reach the balcony.

But... the doors were closed.

- I called out for Charles.
- All right, Mrs. Tremayne.

Just relax the arm.

I was in my room in bed,
reading.

- Where is your room?
- It's across the hall.

I thought I heard her cry out.

She was lying there.

The room was full of gas, so I
pulled her out into the air.

I shouted at the butler,
but I guess he didn't hear me.

I saw she was coming to, so I
left her to turn off the gas,

but the key wasn't there.

Someone took it, I tell you.

Someone tried to murder me.

Now, now, Mrs. Tremayne.

The key is here now.

That's the one from my room.

I went back across the balcony
and got it.

Is this the other one down here?

- Where?
- Under the logs.

She might have kicked it
with her foot.

Unless you think she...

Oh, no.
That's out of the question.

I'll telephone the drugstore
to send up some pills

she can take
when she wakes up.

Will you need us any more,
Doctor?

No.
Thank you very much.

Now, will you show me
your room, please?

Yeah.

Here's my bedroom.

And, uh, this is my study.

She's okay.
She didn't even need this.

The doctor gave her a sedative.

Hey.

Take it easy.
I told you she's gonna be fine.

Leave me alone, please.

Now, look.

Come on.
Stop it.

- Stop it!
- Leave me alone, please!

Now, look.

The manual says that's
supposed to stop hysterics.

It doesn't say a word
about getting slapped back.

I'm sorry.

It's all right.
Forget it.

I've been slapped by dames
before.

That your mother?

Stepmother.

Next time
see if you can't remember

to pull that punch
a little bit, huh?

Yes, I'll remember.

Want to go for a cup of coffee?

I promised Mary I'd call her.
She's waiting for me.

- Lucky.
- You know it.

- See you tomorrow, Billy.
- Good night, Frank.

Well, if it ain't
the dead-body jockey.

Sure, Harry.
That's why I come here.

- It's so much like the morgue.
- That ain't funny.

What's happened to business,
anyway?

Got nothing to do but sit here
doping the horses.

How do you like Kelly
in the seventh?

Ah, she'll still be running
when they start the eighth.

Hello.

Well, hello.

You do get around fast,
don't you?

I parked my broomstick outside.

Beer, Harry.

And what do witches drink?

Just coffee.

Smoke?

No.

Don't drink.
Don't smoke.

How old are you?

Twenty next month.

I had to get out.

I couldn't stay there
after what happened.

What did happen?

I don't know.

Father wouldn't even let me
in the room.

He told me to call the doctor
and just wait.

It was horrible not knowing.

Shouldn't someone answer it?

Hey, get that phone, will you?

Maybe it's for you.

Maybe it's the girl
you were calling when I came in.

Now, what makes you so sure
I was calling a girl?

Well, you'd have to be.
Unless she's your wife.

What's the matter?
Can't you hear the phone?

Hello.

I'm not married.

You here, Frank?
Yes or no?

Yeah, I'm here.

Yeah.
He says he's here.

Hello.

Yeah.

Where did I get to?
Where were you when I called?

But you know I can't hear the
phone when I'm in the shower.

Darling, what's got into you?

Nothing's got into me.
I'm just beat. That's all.

What was it, a rough call?

Yeah. Rough.

I'll see you tomorrow.

Tomorrow?

But I've got everything ready.

Darling, you stay there.
I'll be right over and...

I said we'll skip it
for tonight.

Besides, I just had a sandwich.

Yeah.
Yeah. Good night.

You know something?
I haven't eaten either.

Well, let's go and eat.

- Good night, Harry.
- Good night.

Hey, now.
This yours?

Mm-hmm.

That's not a stock XK.

Twin stacks.

What is it, the Le Mans job?

That's right.

Do you know how to drive it?

Oh, I think so.

Did you race professionally?

Oh, yeah.

Midgets, hot rods.
Everything but Indianapolis.

I was getting ready to try that
when the war came along.

That's when you started
driving ambulances.

No. I drove a tank
till they shot me out of it.

Ambulance driving it just a job

till I make enough money
to open my own shop.

Jessup Automotive,
racing-car specialists.

I've got some ideas
for a power plant

that'll make this mill
look sick.

Sounds exciting.

I think your carburetion
is a little sloppy.

Perhaps it's a little hungry,
too.

Hm?
Oh, yeah!

We were supposed to eat,
weren't we?

Be right there.

So I figure another $5,000,
$6,000, I'm in business.

Of course, Mary has some money,
but...

She was the one on the phone.

Yeah.

Do you love her?

You ask an awful lot
of questions.

I know.
It's a very bad habit of mine.

You ask me some,
just for a change.

All right.
I will.

Uh, what does your father do?

He's a very famous novelist.

He hasn't published anything
since we came to America

after my mother was killed
in a raid.

But he's started
to write again... a novel.

He's been reading parts of it
to me.

It's wonderful.

Catherine...
that's my stepmother...

she's very jealous

because he only talks to me
about his work.

I suppose it's only natural
that she should be.

It's as if I had robbed her
of something in a way.

Oh, sure.
I suppose she feels...

Let me do this.
I asked you.

Will you relax?

I can pay the check,
even on my salary.

You're saving up for your shop
and to get married and...

Who said anything
about getting married?

Well, Mary expects it,
doesn't she?

What's her last name?
What does she do?

Her last name is Wilton.

She's a receptionist
at the hospital.

She has blond hair, blue eyes.

She weighs 105 pounds stripped.
She sleeps in pajamas.

She's a first-rate cook,
and she doesn't ask questions.

She does too.

Anyway, let me pay my share.
I insist.

All right.
If that's the way you want it.

I'd like a nightcap.
How about you?

Oh, no. You don't smoke
or drink, do you?

I only ask questions,
and I love to dance.

Tonight?

If I tell you something, will
you promise not to laugh at me?

No, but I'll promise to try
not to laugh at you.

You're the first man I've danced
with since I've been in America

except my father.

Really?

You're doing all right.

Diane.

Daddy, why aren't you in bed?

That's just what I was
going to ask you, my dear.

Where have you been so late?

For a drive.

I had to get out
just for a little while.

How is she?

Sleeping quietly.

Have the police found out
what really happened?

Well, they suggested she might
have accidentally kicked the key

with her foot.

You don't think that she
could've intended to commit...

With her bridge club meeting
tomorrow?

You should know our Catherine
better than that.

Get on off to bed.

God bless.

It was nice of you to come.

You must have been surprised,

getting a phone call
by a complete stranger.

Frankly, I was.

You're no stranger to me.

Frank told me so much about you.

Frank?

I was with him last night

after he made the phone call
from our house.

You must forgive me for that...
and him too.

Frank is free to go out

with whoever he pleases,
Miss Tremayne.

But you're angry because he lied
to you on the phone.

Wouldn't you be?

Well, put yourself
in the poor man's place.

What could have he said without
hurting your feelings even more?

You must know that I wouldn't
be telling you this

if it wasn't
completely innocent.

Excuse me.

Don't be cross, please.

Miss Tremayne...

Do call me Diane.

Diane, I'm sure your motives
for telling me all this

are good, but...
frankly, I wish you hadn't.

But why?

We spent most of the time
talking about you

and about his plans
for his racing-car place.

That's why I called.

I'm afraid I don't understand.

Mary, would you accept $1,000
from me

to add to that garage fund?

A thousand dollars?
But why?

I have few friends...
none, actually.

And last night,
after I left Frank,

I got to thinking about you two.

And I thought
that if I could help you both

to realize your dream,

I'd have a little part
in your life.

Well, that's very generous
of you and all that, but...

I'm sure Frank feels the same...

You mustn't tell him, ever.

It would be our secret.

Hasn't anyone ever told you
about hospital salaries?

How do you think
I could explain away $1,000?

You could say you won it
on the radio or in a contest.

There are all sorts of ways.

And he wouldn't believe
any of them.

Well, I can see my little plot
didn't succeed.

Oh, I wouldn't say that.

You brought me here today

because you wanted to shake
my faith in Frank.

You have.

You wanted to find out
how clever or stupid I am.

I guess you've done that, too.

So your little plot
has succeeded after all.

And what do you intend to do
about it?

Nothing.

Not one thing.

I suppose I could pick up the
check, but I'm too practical.

You see,
I have to work for my money.

I won't say goodbye, Diane.

I'm sure I'll see more of you.

What do you say, Jane?

Hi, Frank.

Hi, honey.

- Good night, dear.
- Good night, Mary.

- Hello, Frank.
- Well, what'll it be?

Gilmore Field
or the drive-in movie?

Aren't you too tired
after your rough night?

I'll buy you a T-bone twice
as big and twice as beautiful

if it takes my whole paycheck,
which it will.

You do that... some other time.

Oh, honey, stop.

You're not gonna let
a T-bone steak come between us.

Now, come on.
Dimple up.

All right.

I'd have been lousy company
last night, honey.

Ten minutes after I left
Harry's, I was in the sack.

I can believe that.

Well, you can head for
the same sack tonight.

I've got other plans.

- Oh, you have?
- Yes, I have.

- Okay.
- Okay.

- Okay!
- Shh! Quiet, please.

This is a residential district.

Now, don't tell me.
Just let me hope, hmm?

Hello, Bill.

You know, in times like these,
a guy can offer a girl

a handkerchief
or a double old-fashioned.

What'll it be?

Both.

Come on, you red-headed
double-crosser.

Who, me?
Double-cross a pal?

I should say.

What's the matter?
Were you on Cly-Boy too?

This time I'm making
no fresh coffee, see?

It's all right.
I don't care for any right now.

Go ahead.
Hit me.

First I'll buy you a dinner,
then maybe I'll hit you.

I wish I could,
but the family expects me.

This is definitely not my day.

When I tell you what I did,

you probably won't want to
see me again... ever.

Sounds pretty grim.

I had lunch with Mary.
I told her about last night.

Oh, not everything.
Just that we went out together.

Well, why did you say that?
I told her I...

I only did it because I wanted
to help get the garage.

- Oh, you're a big help.
- I offered Mary $1,000.

You offered her $1,000,
just like that?

And what did she say?

She was rather angry.

I gathered she resented
you knowing anybody else.

Look, I'm a free agent.

Mary admits that,
but you know what girls are.

It's only natural.

Look what I found.

They're running the Pebble Beach
Road Races later on next month.

I thought that we could
enter the car and you drive.

I drove that course in '41.

Well, then you're eligible
even though you were a pro.

Long as you haven't raced
for two years.

Two years?
I haven't raced in 10.

You could tune it up,
change anything you want,

and we could take it out
weekends.

Do you think Mary would mind?

Oh, Mary has nothing to do
with this.

If we take that race,
that'll mean a lot of publicity.

Make a lot easier for me
to get backing for the shop.

Let's have dinner.
I'll talk to you about it.

I can't.
The family.

I could get away later, though.
Ten o'clock?

Here.

Here.

Charles, if you must play that,

would you mind turning it
a little lower?

I'll have another, Ito.

You needn't have turned it off.

Evening, family.

Well, you seem
particularly festive

this evening.

What is it?
New dress?

Yes.
I got the bill this morning.

Really, Diane,
when I gave you permission

- to pick up something simple...
- Oh, Catherine, darling.

You know that the simple things
always cost the most.

Ito, you're an angel.

Now, what is it tonight?
Don't tell me. Let me guess.

Pineapple, certainly.

Orange.
What's the other?

It's cr�me de fraise, dear.

I'm sure you knew it all along.

Tell Chiyo to hurry dinner,
please.

I'm famished.

Catherine... don't you think
we ought to have a chauffeur?

Mm.

I thought you enjoyed driving

that horrible little
jet-propelled torpedo.

Well, I do, but you don't.

Oh.
No argument there.

And, Catherine,
you know how nervous

and absent-minded you are
after your bridge bouts.

Oh, I wouldn't say that.

Only three tickets last month
for not observing stop signals.

Only one collision.

That was definitely
not my fault, Charles.

I distinctly signaled
I was making a left turn.

Dinner is served, please.

But you turned right, darling.

I think Diane has a point.

And besides,
I think it would be a good idea

to have another man
in the house.

Might keep away the prowlers.

Please, Frank.

You could do just as much money
as you do at the hospital.

There's an apartment
over the garage.

Not very large, maybe, but
at least it has a regular bed

and not something that leaps
out of a wall at you.

No. I don't think I'm quite
the type for that.

"Yes, sir."
"No, Ma'am."

"Home, driver."
"Walk the dog, Franklin."

We don't have a dog,
and the family isn't like that.

Father never goes out,

and Mother just goes
to her bridge clubs,

and I'm no trouble.

Just think.

We could get set
for Pebble Beach.

Well, what'll it be?
"Home, James"?

No, not yet.

What'd she say?

I ask if she trim the toast
for Miss Diane.

She says, "I always do."

Then she got angry and said,
well...

In American,
I guess it would be "Drop dead."

I thought the men wore the pants
in Japan.

Maybe she's been too long
with Mrs. Tremayne.

One acquires bad habits
so easily.

I'll get it.

Hello.

Is that you, Frank?

How wonderful to hear your voice
in the morning,

even if it is just "hello."

You might have said,
"Awake thee, my lady love.

Awake thee and rise.

The sun through the bower
beats into thine eyes,"

or something like that.

Well, I might have,
and again I might not.

Especially not over
the intercom.

What do you mean, not romantic?

You try me sometime
later on today.

And not on the phone.

Oh, I spoke to Catherine
last night.

She seems interested.

No, really.

Come in.

She wants to see you.
Have you got your figures ready?

Good morning, Miss Diane.

Good morning, Ito.

I'll see you later.

You can tell me that
in person.

I hope you will find everything
perfect, Miss Diane.

Oh, looks wonderful as usual,
Ito.

Thank you, Miss Diane.

I was under the impression that
these uncomfortable little cars

were just a fad.

Oh, there's a great deal more
to it than that, Mrs. Tremayne.

You have over 5,000 sports-car
owners right here in this area.

So I see.

But aren't there
any repair shops?

Oh, sure, but most of them
specialize in just one make.

With one big repair shop
carrying all the important parts

for all the leading sports cars,
I don't see how it can miss.

I must say you're persuasive.

And your figures
seem to make sense.

Of course my lawyer
will have to look them over.

And there are a few questions.

Anything you'd like to know,
Mrs. Tremayne.

Very well.
Sit down, please.

Diane's told me a little
about you...

that you were driving
the ambulance

the night of that... accident

and how she happened
to run into you the next day.

I gather that was
when you told her

about your plans
for this garage.

Yes. That's right.
We, uh, got to talking.

I see.

It doesn't really make any
difference, but did you or she

suggest the possibility
of my investing in it?

Mrs. Tremayne,
when we talked about my shop,

I had no thought of coming here
to work.

I've been saving my own money
and...

So it was Diane's suggestion?

Well, with her interest
in sports cars...

Of course.

Well, thank you, Frank.

I'll call my lawyer today.

Oh, I don't want you to feel
that you're a prisoner here...

in the evening, I mean.

- Surely you have a girl.
- Yes.

She's working in the late shift
at the hospital this month.

So that explains it.

Well, any time you want the car
and we're at home,

don't hesitate to take it.

You'll hear from me, Frank.

Thank you, Mrs. Tremayne.

May I invade
the sanctum sanctorum?

Hello.
Arthur?

Can you picture me
as the co-owner of a garage?

In overalls, of course.

Oh, I'm really quite serious.

I have the facts and the figures
right here.

I'd like you to look them over.

Oh, he's a very nice young man.

I'll send the papers over
to you.

Or better still, I...

Oh. I see.

Well, then when you come back
from San Francisco.

Call me.

Goodbye, Arthur.

There.

Now that I've completed
the time-worn gesture,

you expect me to ask
the usual favor.

Do I?

At this precise moment, you are,
with the speed

of a mechanical brain,
weighing and computing

an infinite number
of possibilities.

Such as?

Well, one, he's spent
this month's allowance.

Two, he's borrowed against
next month's allowance.

Three, he's charged something
at a store,

which he promised, word
of honor, he'd never do again.

And four... he's just kissed you
because he's very sorry

and he loves you very much.

And are you guilty
on all four counts?

All.
Especially the fourth.

I'm terribly sorry, darling,
but the moment I saw that dress,

I knew there was only one person
in the world who could wear it.

My dearly beloved
and horribly spoiled Diane.

I dashed into the shop.
"Is that a size 10?" I asked.

It was. "I'll take it," I said,
"and hang the cost!"

It was $300 plus sales tax.

I have just enough for the tax.

Charles, at times your charm
wears dangerously thin.

Right now it's so thin,
I can see through it.

Do you mean that $300
could so alter your perspective?

Don't speak so contemptuously
of $300.

How long has it been
since you've earned that much?

- I've been working incessantly.
- Working.

Sitting in your study,
sharpening pencils,

listening to music.

You used to write
a whole chapter at one sitting.

At least that's
what you told me.

True, my dear.

That was before I met you.

You're not that late.

Frank, look what I found
in her wastepaper basket.

Your figures.

I don't get this.
Did she talk to the lawyer?

Of course she hasn't.
I checked.

He's out of town.

Well, then why did she talk
to me like she was...

This isn't against you.
It's to get at me.

She's done this to me
so often before.

Just because I wanted her
to put up that money for you.

She could've said no right away,
couldn't she?

That's too easy.
Don't you see?

It wouldn't hurt.

It doesn't make sense to me.

But of course it doesn't.

That's the way her mind works.

Act the lady bountiful,
raise your hopes, and then...

Oh, Frank, I'm so sorry.

Don't take it so hard.

You had a nice idea.
It just didn't work. That's all.

I'm so sorry for you.

Ah. She changed her mind.
Forget it.

We'll make a big night of it,
huh?

Not tonight.

Now, why?

It would be safer not to.

We have to be careful
for a few days...

more than ever now.

What do we have to be careful of
now?

Well, if she finds out,
she'll dismiss you,

and I couldn't stand
to lose you now and...

So she fires me
and I get another job.

Maybe it's better that way.

At least we won't have to
play around like this,

- hiding like kids.
- You don't know her, Frank.

She'd lock me in.

Don't be silly.
How could she lock you in?

She could do anything to me
because of my father.

If I try to fight her,
she makes him pay for it.

She knows I can't stand that.

Please try to understand.

Okay.
If that's the way you want it.

Well?

You little beast.

Oh, I concede.

You could win any time
you wanted if you really tried.

You know that.

More brandy?

Just a little.

Oop.

Oop.

Ambulance dispatch desk, please.

Hello.
Mary?

Oh, Janie, this is Frank.

Yeah.
I have been busy.

No, I tried the apartment.

Your milk and biscuits
are by your bed

and your cigarettes and matches.

What would I do without you?

- Night-night.
- Good night, sweet.

Sleep tight.

No message.

All right.
Good night, Janie.

Frank?

Yeah?

Something wrong?
What time is it?

No.
Don't turn the light on.

Oh, Frank.

Aw, calm down.

What's the matter?

Well, I can't help you
if you don't tell me.

What is it?

I'd gone to bed.

I don't know for how long.

I couldn't sleep.

I was thinking of you.

But I must have dozed,
because...

the next thing, I had a feeling
that someone was in my room.

I was too scared to move.

And then I saw her.

You saw who?

Catherine.

She stood there,
looking down at me.

Well, didn't she say anything?

No.

It was so strange.

I wanted to speak,
and I couldn't.

And then she went over
and closed the window.

I heard her cross the room.

She seemed to pause
at the fireplace.

I couldn't see from my bed.

And then I heard her go out...
and very quietly close the door.

I lay there for a second,
and then I heard it.

The gas.

That awful hissing sound
it makes.

I... I jumped out of bed
and turned it off and waited.

I didn't dare leave the room.

And then, after a while, I...
I looked out into the hall,

and there was no one there.

So I came over here.

Did you tell your father
about this?

How could I?

Well, we're gonna have to
tell it... to the police.

No, Frank.
We mustn't do that.

Why not?

She'd deny it,
and we have no proof.

The police couldn't do anything.
They didn't before.

Well, I've been thinking
about that, too.

If she's trying to kill you,

why did she turn on the gas
in her own room first?

To make it look as though
somebody else were guilty.

Is that what you did?

Frank, are you accusing me?

I'm not accusing anybody.

But if I were a cop... and not
a very bright cop, at that...

I'd say your story was as phony
as a three-dollar bill.

How can you say that to me?

Oh, you mean after all
we've been for each other?

Diane, look.

I don't pretend to know
what goes on

behind that pretty little face
of yours.

And I don't want to.

But I learned one thing
very early.

Never be the innocent bystander.

That's the guy
that always gets hurt.

If you want to play with
matches, that's your business.

But not in gas-filled rooms.

That's not only dangerous.
It's stupid.

I think you ought to go on back
to the house

and get in bed
and do some serious thinking.

Yes, Frank.
I will.

I'm very tired.

Yeah.
That I can believe.

Frank.

- Hi.
- Come in.

Why didn't you call me?

Oh, I have to call
ahead of time now?

I thought maybe you'd forgot
the number.

You ought to stick around more.
I called last night twice.

I was out with Bill.

I've got to get dressed.
I'm on early duty.

It's all right.
I've been here before.

Remember?

Yes, I remember.

- Had your breakfast?
- Yeah.

There's some coffee in the pot
if you like.

Help yourself.

What did you call me about
last night, Frank?

Oh, I had some time off.

Why didn't you show up then?

Bill was sure
that you'd get there.

Show up where?

Where?

I suppose it was some other guy
who went at the singles

in the hospital
bowling tournament.

Oh, that.
I've been busy.

- You have?
- Mm-hmm.

How did Bill make out
in the tournament?

Wonderful.

He rolled a 245
in the second game.

Been making out all right
with you too, huh?

Bill was very sweet to me,
Frank, after you walked out.

I took a job that pays better

than being a lousy
ambulance driver.

Is that a crime?

Is taking the boss's daughter
to the Mocambo part of the job?

They've got a good band there.

Remind me to take you sometime.

Who told you?

Oh, things get around.

Are you driving her car
at Pebble Beach?

I don't know.

I've been thinking about
quitting.

It's a weird outfit.
Not for me.

Here.
Zip me up, will you, Frank?

Are you planning on coming back
to the hospital?

Nah.

I was a dope to stay there
that long.

What's the score, Mary?

Has Bill taken over
or do I still rate?

It's a hard question
to answer, Frank,

and I don't think a fair one
to ask.

Very simple question...
yes or no?

Bill or me?

Can't you make up your mind?

Yes.

But I want to be sure
you can make up yours.

Can't we let it go at that
for a while?

Oh, I'm on probation, huh?

Okay.
How about tonight?

Have we got a date?

Why not?

You know something?

You're a pretty nice guy...
for a girl.

Where are you going?

I'm quitting.

Why?

Oh, let's just say
it's the altitude.

Living up here
makes my heart pound.

Now, let's face it.

I never should've taken
this job.

You shouldn't have asked me.

- It's not that I mind...
- Leave me alone.

You know I'm right.

You have your world.
I have mine.

You've got beautiful clothes,
a big house.

Some day you'll come into
a lot of money.

I've got a pair of hands.
Not much else.

All I want is you.

I can't let you go now.
I won't.

It's no good, I tell you.
I'm not getting involved.

Involved in what?

How stupid do you think I am?

You hate that woman,

and some day you're gonna
hate her enough to kill her.

It's been in the back
of your mind all along.

So she's fooled you too...
just like she has everyone else.

You don't know what she's done
to my father.

I told you he was writing
a wonderful book.

I believed it.

Until one day last year,
I went into his study

to... hide a present in his desk.

Just something between him
and me.

And I found that in the drawer,

where he's supposed to keep
his manuscript,

there was nothing but a stack
of blank paper.

He hasn't written a line
since she married him.

So he got tired.

Writer marries rich widow.

What you expect him to write
besides checks?

Don't joke about my father.

Okay.
Okay.

She's humiliated him
and destroyed him.

There's never been anything
in my life

that she hasn't begrudged
or spoiled somehow.

Well, there's no law that says
you have to stay here, you know.

Lots of other girls work
for a living.

Do you think I'd stay one day
longer if it weren't for him?

That's where I came in.
I guess that's where I leave.

Frank, please.

Will you tell me one thing?

Do you love me at all?

I must know.

Well, I...
I suppose it's a kind of love.

But with a girl like you,
how... how can a man be sure?

Will you take me with you?

You had it all figured out,
didn't you?

You mean you'd really leave
your father and everything here?

If I have to... to keep you.

I could be wrong about you.

I have my jewels,
so we can raise a little money.

I can sell my car.

And we'd get you a shop...

not the big one that we planned
but something.

I know it won't be very easy.

It'll be rough.

Maybe you'd better
think it over.

I want to be sure that you know
what you're getting into.

But I am sure.

Aren't you?

That must be her now.

You'd better get out of here.

We'll think it over
for a couple of days.

You won't leave.

You won't go without me.
Promise?

I promise.

Ito.

What's the matter?

"Heavy," she says.

The only trouble with America...
It spoils the women.

Oh, yeah?

I put a new set of spark plugs
on this.

It ought to run a lot better.

Sounds very good.

Have a nice day.

Chiyo? Oh, Chiyo?

Chiyo?
Is she in here?

No.
Thursday off.

Oh, could you help me, dear?
I've looked everywhere.

I can't find a single pair
of gloves.

Don't know where
they've all gone.

- Take a pair of mine.
- Oh, thank you, dear.

Will these do?

Oh, but they're new.

I'd hate to lose them.
Haven't you...

Please take them.
I'd like you to.

Why, thank you, dear.

You can be so sweet at times.

Oh, dear.
I must rush.

Oh, Diane.
Now I can't find Frank.

Do you know where he is?

That man's never there
when you want him.

- Frank?
- Yes.

I don't know what's got into him
the last few days.

I'm so sorry. It's my fault.
I completely forgot.

It's something to do
with the tappet rod.

I said he could take my car
and pick it up.

You forgot?

But you know I have to be
in Santa Barbara by 12:00.

- Well, maybe he'll be back soon.
- Maybe?

They don't just hold up
bridge tournaments, you know.

- Well, I'll drive you.
- No, thank you.

I'll drive myself.
Goodbye, dear. Wish me luck.

Where are the keys?

In the car.

- Catherine?
- I'm in a dreadful hurry.

I was wondering if you'd drop me
in Beverly Hills.

I'm very late.
Any other time.

- Why don't you ask Diane?
- Her car's not here.

Very well. I'll drop you.
But hurry, please.

Wonderful.

This way, I can keep
my appointment.

I won't take you
out of your way, my darling.

I promise.

Just drop me off at Wilshire
and Rodeo.

Hello, Frank.
How you been?

- Fine, Ed. How are you?
- Go on. Sit down.

You know, I was asking about you
just the other night.

That redheaded partner
of yours.

Oh, Bill.

I haven't seen much of him
lately.

Driving for people
like the Tremaynes

made you kind of exclusive, huh?

Oh, I wouldn't say that.

The job just kept me
pretty busy.

That's all.

Looks like you'll have to find
a new one now

with the Tremaynes dead.

How long were you up there?

About a month.

How'd you happen to land
that job, anyway?

Just happened to fall into it.

We got a call from up there
one night.

Yeah, I know.

I got the report right here.

Asphyxiation case...
Mrs. Tremayne.

Probably accidental.

Sure makes you wonder, don't it?

What do you mean?

She claimed
somebody tried to murder her.

She was hysterical.

Why would anyone
try to murder her?

Are you kidding?
A woman with her kind of money?

By the way, Frank, what sort
of a girl is their stepdaughter,

uh... Diane?

Very nice girl.
Very pretty girl.

Any boyfriends?

None that I ever saw.

She and her father
were very close.

But didn't get along
with the stepmother, huh?

I didn't say that, Ed.

Okay.

When was the last time you drove
the Tremayne car?

This morning, when I took it
out of the garage.

You notice anything wrong
with it?

Not a thing.

Do you remember
whether you left it in gear...

in reverse, maybe?

No, I'd say not.

With me, it's automatic
to shift into neutral

before I cut a motor.

Yeah.

Oh?

That so?

All right.
Bring it in.

Getting back
to the stepdaughter...

You say she had no boyfriends,
huh?

Well, not that I know of.

You and the girl weren't
planning to run off together,

- now, were you?
- No.

And how do you account
for her suitcase in your room?

Well, that is the suit...

Hold it.

If I were in your spot, Frank,
I'd hire myself a lawyer.

You can imagine
what a shock it was.

I've known Catherine
for 20 years.

Her father was one
of my first clients.

- Did you draw up the will?
- Two years ago.

Tremayne was to get a fixed
income as long as he lived.

He wasn't very practical
about money.

The bulk of the estate
was to go to Diane.

The district attorney
will use that against us.

Hello, Kelly.

Oh. Hello, Mr. Barrett.

We're here to see
Miss Diane Tremayne.

Come in.

- You're looking good, boy.
- Thanks.

This is Mr. Barrett, Sergeant.

Hello, Sergeant.
And Arthur Vance.

Good morning.
Good morning, Sergeant.

I wish you wouldn't speak
too much about her father.

Today's the first day that
she's gone without sedatives.

She idolized the man, Fred.

It's no wonder her nerves
are cracked.

Ah.

Theresa?

- Hello, Theresa.
- Hello. Right over there.

Legal eagle Barrett.

That Tremayne dame
really must be in trouble.

Quiet, Lorna.
That's no way to talk.

Tremayne?

Miss Tremayne?
Your lawyers are here.

Diane, this is Fred Barrett.

He's going to handle
your defense.

Fred is just about the best
trial man in the country,

and we were very lucky
to get him.

But I don't want anyone
to defend me.

I know just how you feel.

It's the most natural reaction
in the world.

I would want my daughter
to feel the same.

She's just about your age.

But, Diane, a girl of 20
has her whole life ahead of her.

You must not permit your grief,

- understandable as it may be...
- But I did it.

You mustn't say such things.

That's all right.
Let her talk.

Go ahead.

I did it all by myself.

Not Frank.

You're a very sick girl.

You know that, don't you?
Otherwise you wouldn't be here.

I know what I'm saying.

Sure.

But the doctor doesn't want you
to make any statement.

That's why he hasn't permitted
the district attorney

- to question you yet.
- But Frank is innocent.

The law says you're both
innocent until proved guilty.

Both.
Do you understand?

Now, I want you to listen,
Diane, very carefully.

Everything the district attorney
has, all the evidence,

links you and Frank together.

The motive, the means,
the opportunity.

It wouldn't do either one of you
any good to shoulder the blame

or to pass it on.

It would only convince a jury
you're both lying,

both guilty.

But I'm telling the truth.

The truth
is what the jury decides...

not you, not me, not Frank.

If you quit, he's through too.

But if you want to fight,
he has a chance.

I think a pretty good chance.

I don't have to cooperate,
Mr. Barrett.

I already have my own attorney.

You'll keep your own lawyer.

Mr. Lewis is not
going to leave the case.

Of course not.

But I don't think we should
disregard Mr. Barrett's offer.

To be very blunt, Mr. Jessup,

I'm not particularly interested
in saving your neck.

My only concern is with
my client, Diane Tremayne.

Yeah.
That's what I figured.

But the point is

you have a much better chance
together than separately.

And the evidence actually points
much more to you

than it does to her.

The fact that an automobile
was involved...

If she thinks she can get away
with that, she's lost her mind.

No one's trying to get away
with anything.

But in cases like this,

you can't overlook
the personal equation.

She'll get a lot of sympathy.

A pretty girl
deeply devoted to her father,

on the best of terms
with her stepmother,

who was a kind and generous
woman, as you well know.

Oh, do I?

The family lawyer told me
she was planning to set you up

in a garage business.

That's not what Diane said.
Somebody's lying.

Probably a misunderstanding,
but it's not important.

What I want to know

is whether you're willing
to follow our strategy.

Frank, you ought to bear in mind
Mr. Barrett's record.

He's never lost a case yet.

Well, let's not say "never."

Suppose you tell us what you
have in mind, Mr. Barrett.

Your client and mine
are getting married.

- Well, what?
- Just a moment.

I don't quite follow you
in this marriage idea.

It's very simple.
All the world loves a lover.

- Juries are no exception.
- No, Mr. Barrett. Nothing doing.

The D.A. is going to make a lot
of that suitcase in his room.

He'll accuse them
of having an affair.

We'll make a virtue of it.

Certainly they were lovers
and not ashamed to admit it.

But a tragic accident and
the intervention of the police

prevented their elopement.

But even prison bars
cannot change their love

or halt the marriage.

But wouldn't
the district attorney block it?

He wouldn't dare stand
in the path of true love

with an election coming up
in November.

Think it over, Mr. Jessup.

Let me know his decision
as soon as possible.

I now pronounce you
man and wife.

Congratulations.
You're married now.

You may kiss the bride.

May I take just one?

No pictures, please.

Never let be said
this wedding was arranged

without any thought
of publicity.

- Congratulations.
- All the happiness in the world.

Sorry we can't stay
till the party.

We thought you'd like a cake,
so the girls chipped in.

There ain't much we can say.

But, kids we sure hope
you beat the rap.

Oh, promise me
that someday you and I

Will take our love together
to some sky

Where we can be alone
and faith renew

And find the hollows
where those flowers grew

Those first sweet violets
of early spring...

Have you reached any decision
about the plea?

Not guilty.

Isn't that too much of a gamble?

Well, what happens
if we plead insanity?

They turn it over
to the D.A.'s psychiatrists.

You know what that means.
Questions, answers.

No.
We wouldn't want that.

And what if they did find
she was off?

That wouldn't help the man,
would it?

Insanity is not contagious.
At least we can't prove it.

Besides, it would tie up
the estate.

Will you please continue,
Mr. Miller?

So that rod, connected
to the gear-shift lever...

...on the steering post
comes down here.

And it's coupled
to the bell crank here...

by a cotter pin.

Will you demonstrate just
how that operates, Mr. Miller?

Yes, sir,
if someone would be good enough

- to shift in reverse for me.
- I'll try.

All right.
Just a moment.

All right.
Now.

You see the bell crank
moves forward.

In drive... back.

But if I were to remove
this cotter pin...

...and uncouple
this shifting rod,

a very simple operation,
as you can see,

then no matter what you do
with the shift lever,

the bell crank remains
as it was...

in drive, neutral, or reverse,
wherever it may happen to be.

Thank you.
You've made it quite clear.

Now, Mr. Miller,
will you point out

the throttle retractor spring
and explain its purpose?

Yes, sir.

Now, this is the throttle
retractor spring.

Its function is to control
the amount of gasoline released

when you step down
the accelerator.

Was, uh, this spring found
in the wrecked car?

No, sir.

This part, ladies and gentlemen
of the jury,

was missing from the wrecked
Tremayne car.

Now, will you explain
what happens

if this spring is removed?

Well, a person stepping down on
the accelerator opens it wide,

like putting the gas pedal
right to the floor.

In other words, uh,
giving the motor full throttle.

- Yes, sir.
- Thank you.

Now, this motor was removed
from the wrecked Tremayne car

- under your supervision.
- Yes, sir.

What did you find in connection
with the gear-shift rod?

That there was no connection.

It had been disconnected, and
the cotter pin had been removed.

May the answer be stricken.

The witness cannot know
that the pin or any other part

was removed or that
anything had been disconnected.

Motion granted.

But the cotter pin was missing.

That is correct, and so was
the throttle retractor spring.

It was off too.

And in what position
was the bell crank,

in neutral, in drive,
or reverse?

It was in reverse.

And will you tell the jury
in what position

was the shift lever
on the steering wheel?

It was pointed at drive.

Now, Mr. Miller, would you say
that in your opinion

the Tremayne car
had been tampered with?

Objection.

As a qualified expert,
the witness is permitted

to express his opinion as to
the result of his investigation.

Exception.

Well, Mr. Miller?

Yes, sir, I would say
that it had been tampered with.

You may cross-examine,
Mr. Barrett.

Mr. Miller,
it has been testified

that the Tremayne automobile
fell a total distance

of 150 feet,

hitting and bouncing off rocks
in its descent.

And now you say that,
strangely enough,

certain parts of this motor
are missing or damaged.

As I look at this heap of metal
before me,

I can't help but wonder that any
part of it escaped undamaged.

And as for missing parts, uh,

do you see a carburetor,
for instance?

No, sir.

It was either unrecognizable
or couldn't be found.

But there wasn't as much damage
done to the shift mechanism.

Couldn't the throttle spring
have been dislodged

by the impact of the crash?

The very fact that it was
a spring, with play in it,

would make me be inclined
to think...

Forgetting your inclinations
for the moment, Mr. Miller,

isn't it a possibility?

Yes, I'd have to say that.

You testified the lever
on the steering wheel

was found pointing to drive

while the car was actually
in reverse.

Now I ask whether,
in your opinion,

this lever could not have been
jarred from one position

to the other
during the course of the drop.

It might, but...

And this missing connection...
Couldn't that have broken off

when the car struck
on the rocks?

No, sir.
Not in my opinion.

If it had, you'd expect to see

a part of the sheered-off
cotter pin in one of the holes

or scratches or marks

or some bending
to show where it had pulled out.

There wasn't a sign.

Excuse me, but, uh, could I ask
the witness a question?

By all means.

Is it improper to ask

if maybe this cotter pin
mightn't have been defective?

I only ask
because I had one bust off

when I was fixing my kid's
express wagon last week.

That's a very good question,
sir.

Mr. Miller,
will you answer the juror?

He asks, might not the
cotter pin have been defective?

Well, maybe one in a million
might be, but...

Mr. Miller, would you be willing
to stake your life

on there being only defective
cotter pin in a million?

Think carefully, now.

Remember our juror
came across one just last week.

Well, maybe not a million but...

Maybe one in a thousand.
Maybe one in a hundred.

Your Honor,
the question is argumentative.

I object to counsel
badgering the witness

over this relatively minor
point.

No point is minor when the lives
of two innocent people...

Now, gentlemen,
let's have no bickering.

Defense counsel is quite
within his rights, Mr. Judson.

- Overruled.
- Thank you, Your Honor.

Could I ask another question
now?

You certainly may.

Well, what I'd like to know
from Mr. Miller

is whether rigging a car
like he says

is a very complicated thing.

Or could anyone do it,
even a woman?

Tell the juror, Mr. Miller.

As I said before, it's a very
simple mechanical operation

once it had been explained.

I'm sure you could do it
yourself, sir,

- in a matter of minutes.
- Thank you.

Thank you.

Mr. Miller, you live in Detroit,
do you not?

Yes, sir.

Will you please tell the jury

who brought you out here
from Detroit

and employed you to make
this investigation?

Objection.

Counsel has no right to question
the integrity of the witness.

Your Honor,
since Mr. Miller is employed

by the same insurance companies
who wrote the Tremayne policies

and stand to save
in excess of $300,000

if murder rather than a
simple accident can be proved...

If Your Honor please,

counsel's remarks are
out of order and prejudicial.

Sustained.

Jurors are instructed to
disregard counsel's statement.

With his knowledge of mechanics

and her familiarity
with the victims' habits...

they plotted this murder.

Premeditated,
cold-blooded murder.

But the plot did not stop there.

They planned every detail,
even beyond the crime itself.

Her, uh, breakdown
when taken to the morgue

to identify the bodies of
Charles and Catherine Tremayne

was a calculated bid
for public sympathy.

However, they made one
seemingly insignificant mistake.

Diane Tremayne's suitcase
was found

in the garage apartment
of Frank Jessup.

And then, in desperation

when confronted with
the growing chain of evidence,

they sought to remedy
the situation by getting married

and playing the part
of the two young lovers

for the benefit of every tabloid
scandal sheet in the country.

I say the word "love"
is profaned

when applied to their unhealthy,
shameless passion

and their marriage, under
these circumstances,

is a travesty.

I could've stopped it, ladies
and gentlemen of the jury.

But I did not.

Because in the last analysis,
I knew it would damn them

as utterly in your eyes
as it did in mine.

I must admit
I had a few anxious moments

under the spell of the district
attorney's brilliant eloquence.

For a while,
he almost had me believing

the prosecution had a case.

Until you strip away the opulent
phrases and get down to facts.

And then you discover
he has no case.

He argues that Frank Jessup's
mechanical skill and knowledge

was necessary to transform the
automobile into a murder weapon.

Yet his own witness, in answer
to a question put by one of you,

ladies and gentlemen,
clearly stated

that anyone without
any special technical skill

could have rigged that car
in a few minutes

in the way the district attorney
imagines it was rigged.

But why linger on details
when the district attorney

has not presented
one bit of conclusive evidence

that the car ever was
tampered with?

And here I must remind you...

The burden of proof
is on the prosecution.

If there's the slightest bit
of doubt left in your minds,

then your verdict must be
"not guilty."

But the district attorney

asked you to send
these two young people

to the gas chamber
for yet another reason...

because they're in love.

Ladies and gentlemen,
I was shocked and surprised

to hear Mr. Judson blacken the
characters of a man and woman

whose only offense to society

is that they happened
to fall in love.

A young girl wanted to leave
a luxurious home,

elope with a hardworking,
ambitious war veteran,

and build a simple life
together.

Is this profane and shameless?

I leave the answer to you,
ladies and gentlemen.

If love is a crime...

Diane and Frank Jessup
are guilty.

But this is the only crime
that can be

or has been proved
against them.

Ladies and gentlemen
of the jury,

have you reached a verdict?

We have, Your Honor.

The clerk will please read
the verdict.

People of the State
of California

versus Frank Jessup
and Diane Tremayne Jessup,

number 542-341.

"We, the jury,
in the above-entitled action,

find the defendants not guilty."

Quiet, please!

Order in the court!

Well, we deserve a little rest,
all of us.

Won't you come in, Arthur?

Some other time maybe.

I've hardly have seen my family
in weeks.

- Thanks again, Mr. Vance.
- Best of luck to both of you.

Goodbye, Diane.

Welcome home,
Miss Diane and Mr. Jessup.

Very happy occasion.

- Thank you, Ito.
- Hello, Ito, Chiyo.

Lunch is ready any time,
Miss Diane.

Not quite yet, Ito.

- We'll let you know.
- Yes, sir.

Well, somebody thinks
we ought to celebrate.

Why not?

Champagne?

Much rather have bourbon,
but I guess this'll do.

I'll get some bourbon for you.

- Don't bother.
- Oh, it's not trouble at all.

I said never mind.

I guess I don't feel like
a drink anyway.

I don't suppose you'll ever
forget or forgive me for...

I shouldn't even have asked.

But I want you to know
one thing and believe it.

I would give my life gladly to
bring them back... both of them.

I was only 10 when my mother
was caught in that air raid.

I had no friends.

So my father became everything
to me.

And then he met Catherine.

I resented her from the first.

I remember I used to play
a game...

a game of pretend.

It always began
"If Catherine were dead..."

I use to imagine
all the wonderful things

that Daddy would do together.

Death was only a word.

I never really knew
what it meant

until I saw his body and hers,
hurt and broken.

And then I suddenly realized
that she had loved him too...

...and had done actually nothing
to harm me.

Well, it's done.

All the talk in the world
won't change it.

Please don't leave me.

I wouldn't know what to do
with my life without you.

Oh, you'll make out.

You're in the clear now.
You don't need me any more.

We've gone through all this
together.

We've gone through all this
together because a smart lawyer

had his jury figured right
and for no other reason.

Don't try to make anything else
of it.

I don't blame you
for being bitter.

But I did try to tell the truth.

I wanted to confess.

He told me
they wouldn't believe me

and they'd find you guilty too.

Oh, I see.

This was all for my sake.

Well, all right, if that
makes you feel any better.

But you might as well tell
your lawyers to start preparing

the divorce papers,
because I'm clearing out.

Mary won't take you back.

You want to bet?

She wouldn't want to spend
the rest of her life

wondering whether her husband
really committed a murder.

What do you know
about a girl like Mary?

You don't even think the same.

No, and we don't love the same
either.

It wouldn't matter to me
what you were or what you did,

and you know it.

You don't hate me, really.

You couldn't hate anybody
who loves you as much as I do.

No, I don't hate you, but I'm
getting out just the same.

Do you still want to make
that bet?

Name it.

Remember I'm not in the same
league with you financially.

Take my car.

If I'm wrong, it's yours.

If I'm right, bring it back.

You mean bring the car back?

That's right.

Fair enough.

I could say I just happened
to be passing by.

Come in, Frank.

Mary, it meant a lot to me
to see you in court every day,

knowing that you were rooting
for me.

- Hey!
- That's all right.

I might have known it.

One cold beer in the house
and you show up.

It's all yours.

We couldn't get near you
in court this morning.

Anyhow, I guess you know
without our saying.

Let's skip it.

I'd like to forget
the whole thing.

Right now, I'd, uh,
I'd like to talk to Mary alone.

Objection.

And I'm not gonna be overruled
by anyone either.

Anything you want to say to Mary
you can say in front of me.

Okay.

Mary, about my marriage...

I just want you to know

that there never really was
anything to it.

Just something that Barrett
cooked up for the trial.

I'm getting a divorce.

And that's supposed to make
everything just dandy, huh?

I'm not talking to you, Bill.
This is between Mary and me.

No.
It's between Mary and me.

Please, let's not have any fuss.

I'm not making any fuss.
Just set him straight.

I'm trying to if you'll give me
the chance.

I'm sorry, Frank,
but Bill is right.

You can't just walk in the door

and say,
"I'm getting a divorce,"

and expect me to fall
into your arms.

I don't expect that.

I know I was off base.
I'll make it up to you.

All I'm asking is a chance...

unless he's afraid
of the competition.

Okay.

If you want to talk it over,
it's okay with me.

No, Bill.
Don't go.

I guess I'm the one that's
afraid of the competition.

Frank, you know the night
at the hospital,

when the call came in
from the Tremayne place?

Yeah.

Yeah. If it had just come
five minutes later.

That's what I told myself
at first.

And I wished with all my heart
it had happened that way.

But Bill was on that call too.

Remember?

Frank, with you,
I'd always be worrying,

because there are a lot
of Dianes around.

And I want a marriage,
not a competition.

I want a husband,

not a trophy I have to defend
over and over again.

Maybe you would
keep coming back.

But that's not for me.

You're sure you're not saying
this because you think...

maybe I am guilty after all?

No, Frank.

I never believed that.

I guess that's it.

So long, you two.

Bill, do you think
he'll go back to her?

Why ask me?

I never could figure what he saw
in the dame in the first place.

For that,
you deserve a big kiss.

You know, I've got a hunch
this'll be flat

before I ever get around to it.

Oh, you dog.

You are going away?

Yes. I'm closing the house,
possibly for a long time.

You wish us to find
other employment right away?

No.
Take all the time you need.

I want to be sure
you find a good place.

Well, then.

You are very kind, Miss Diane.

Yes.

Good night, Miss Diane.

Ito!

Ito!

Good morning, miss...
I mean madam.

Are you going into town?

Yes. I'm going to the agency,
look for another job.

Can you wait a moment and
take me down to Beverly Hills?

Yes, Miss Diane.

Has he come in?

I'm sorry, but Mr. Barrett
hasn't called in yet.

Oh, there must be some way
of reaching him.

It's like I told you
this morning, Mrs. Jessup.

When he left yesterday,
he warned us not to expect him.

He was tired.

Now, I know he isn't at home,

and I've tried all
the other numbers I dare try.

- Hello, Shirley.
- Mr. Barrett.

Diane!
What brings you here?

I thought you'd seen enough
of me to last a lifetime.

I didn't know you were waiting.

Would you like a drink?
Perhaps a little sherry.

No, thank you.
I want to make a statement.

I want someone
to copy it down...

...and I want to sign it
in the presence of witnesses.

Well, uh, mind telling me first
what the statement's about?

I want it taken down
just as I say it.

You want to sign it
and have it witnessed.

Very well.

Would you send someone in,
Shirley?

Anything to please a client,
especially such a lovely client.

Miss Preston, Mrs. Jessup
would like to make a statement.

Would you take it down, please?

Go ahead.

I want to say that it was I
and I alone...

...who killed my stepmother,
Catherine Tremayne, and my fa...

Hold on, now.

Never mind, Miss Preston.
Just forget that.

Please stay here.
I want it taken down.

Every word.

Diane, why go all through that
again?

You've been tried.
You've been acquitted.

There's only one thing to do...
forget it.

Put it out of your mind
completely,

as though it never happened.

You wouldn't listen before.

You wouldn't believe me.

But now you must listen.

Frank has been freed,
and I can tell the truth.

Now may I tell it, and will she
please take it down?

All right.

If you insist.

I killed them both,
and Frank knew nothing about it.

That is,
he knew I hated Catherine...

at least I did then...

...and he suspected me.

I let him think
that he'd talked me out of it.

And then one day,
when he was working on her car,

I got him to explain how the
automatic transmission worked.

So he did show you
how to fix the car.

No.

No.

But I know how to get things
out of people.

I ask a lot of questions.
It's a habit of mine.

And people are so accustomed
to it,

they answer without even
thinking why I want to know.

And you actually did it
all by yourself?

On that Thursday, Frank left
right after Ito and Chiyo.

And then,
before Catherine came down...

It only took a few minutes,

just as that Mr. Miller
described at the trial.

At last, a technical expert
who know his stuff.

Well, do you feel better now
that it's off your conscience

and...

It will never be off
my conscience, Mr. Barrett.

But now that Frank
has left me...

I've got nothing to live for.

I can't believe he's really
serious about leaving you.

No young man in his right mind
is going to run away

from a girl like you and a
half-million-dollar inheritance.

He's gone to the girl he loved
before he met me.

She's taken him back...
I think.

He didn't come home last night.

So now may I please sign that

and will you take me
to the district attorney's?

Listen, Diane.

Once you've been tried
for a crime and acquitted,

you can never be tried again
or punished for it.

But I'm guilty.

It doesn't matter.

The law calls it
double jeopardy.

You could sign that statement
a dozen times

in front of a dozen witnesses.

You could shout it
from the housetops,

read it over the radio,

and there isn't a thing
anyone can do about it.

No.
I'll take that back.

There is one thing.

They'd probably put you
in an insane asylum.

Do you want that?

Keep it.

And so the Tremayne tragedy

came to a happy ending
after all.

With her acquittal,

Diane gets full control
of the Tremayne estate.

And it is expected that she
and her chauffeur husband

will take a belated
honeymoon trip abroad.

None of the principals
was available

to confirm this rumor,
however...

Well, you win your bet.

Here.
Thanks for the use of the car.

You needn't have packed.

Ito could have brought
your things over.

To Mexico?

That's were I'm going.

Have you ever been there before?

No.

It's wonderful.

Mexico City, Acapulco.

The roof of the Casa Blanca,
dancing under the stars.

The night air is warm,

and way down below is
the harbor, the fishing boats.

The orchestra playing
"Clair de Lune."

I'm sorry.
My bus leaves in 40 minutes.

Frank, take me with you.

Nuh-unh.

I can't let you go, darling.
I just can't.

You just never quit trying,
do you?

No.

Will you give me 40 minutes more
to try?

Let me take you
to the bus station.

I've already called a taxi.

Only 40 minutes.

Diane, what's the use?

It's all over.
It's finished.

We've said everything
there was to say.

Just this one last chance.

Well, you're just making it
rough on yourself, but okay.

I'll only be a minute.

Here are the keys.

Thank you.

You know, it would be fun
to drive this clear to Mexico.

Yeah.

Why don't you do that sometime?

What's this?

We didn't drink it yesterday.

Two glasses?

Since when do you drink?

Might as well begin sometime.

Watch it.