All language subtitles for ivy 1947

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I came to see Mrs. Throwell, and Mrs.

Arendall gave me the dress.

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Come up, please.

The fee is one, can it?

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What I want to know,

Mrs. Throwell, is there...

...whether there will be a change for the

better in your life?

Yeah.

There will be a great

change in your life.

Will it be soon?

Very soon.

I see an abundance of

money coming your way.

Are you sure? You don't

know how happy you are.

I do know.

First, you must break with this man.

I must put the other man.

Break with an arm.

Today.

Because if you don't, you will only bring

him to misery and shame.

You do not want you to call love anymore.

Likewise, it's as well to be offered the

old love before you're on with the new.

There's going to be

another man in my life.

Yes.

There's going to be

another man in your life.

A few hours.

Whether his valuable friendship for you

endures will depend

entirely on your symptoms.

Whether you have the

prudence to heed my advice...

Well, I will. I will.

What else do you see?

I see.

Yes, what do you see?

That's all I can tell you.

But you did see those

nice things, didn't you?

Thank you, Mrs. R

Thank you.

You made me very, very happy.

What is it, Matilda? What did you see?

Misfortune.

I saw terrible misfortune.

Evil influences our gathering.

The

Well, there's the magic carpet.

So that's the narrow thing.

It looks awfully slimly damp.

A man's going to fly

across the channel and that.

It's 20 miles of very wet water.

There's a chap named Latham found after

his discomfort last week.

They say this French fellow's waiting to

hop off from the other side.

Astonishing the risk of men

will run for a thousand pounds.

A thousand pounds?

Yes, my darling.

The London Daily Mail's offering a

thousand pounds for

the first channel flight.

Yeah, for a thousand I'd

take a whack of it myself.

Oh, here comes Miles Rushworth now.

Driving his new motorcar.

It's a roll something.

Amazing days we're living in.

No backing this fight must be costing

Rushworth a pretty penny.

It won't cause him any

hardship with all his millions.

Hello there, Rushworth.

Can you see your Rushworth?

How are you, Flora?

Hello, everyone.

Including those out who get to have the

pleasure of meeting.

Ivy, this is Miles Rushworth.

Miles, this is Mrs. Jabbes-Lekso.

How do you do?

I'm Jabbes-Lekso.

Hello, sir.

Oh, hi.

And so, Mr. Rushworth, your young birdman

is really going to fly the channel.

He's going to try to fly.

And I presume it's

pretty easy to make a stop.

You know, for the life of me, I can't see

what makes it leave the ground.

Well, explain it in a bit of large order.

I'll do my best and

kind of walk over with me.

I'll be here straight back to you, let's.

Right out.

Ooh, pretty false book.

Miles engineered that for

the subtlety of a juggernaut.

Did he engineer it?

There are women, you know, who think if they get close enough to money,

some of it's liable to stick. That's rather an achievement. Well, I'm not sure. I'm not sure. I think if they get close enough to

money, some of it's liable to stick.

That's rather unchallenged, Wachow.

As a matter of fact, I

engineered the whole thing myself.

Mm-hmm.

Now, Mary, I had a very good reason for

bringing Ivy and Miles together.

I hope you had, because Miles and Bella

Creall have been getting

along very nicely together.

Until now.

Uh, good luck, Quirt.

Thank you, sir.

Oh, someone was talking

about those fellas in America.

Good job.

Oh, look, look up there.

Over the cliff.

Look, the Frenchy.

He's done it.

He's got a cross.

There he is.

He's beaten us. Oh, and you were so set on. I'm so sorry, Mr. Ashford. Thank you. Quite big of fun. That's fine.

I'm very kind of you, Rushworth.

I can't tell you how

grateful we are for the film.

I shall forget what

we were talking about.

I look forward to seeing you both again.

Goodbye.

And thanks.

Goodbye.

Goodbye.

Mr. Rushworth, awfully

nice, isn't it, darling?

Awfully.

By the way, what's this deep secret?

Uh-huh.

Jealous?

Mm. Well, you needn't be kidding. I'm sorry. I'm sorry. I'm sorry. I'm sorry. Well, you needn't be.

He's going to give you a job.

What sort of job?

Something in his office.

Did you ask him for it?

Not exactly.

I said that you'd ask all your money

through a dishonest lawyer

and no fault of your own.

He was very sympathetic.

Take it a fancy, sir.

Oh, to you, darling.

You know, I'm not

exactly trained for work.

But they'll love your

funny stories at the office.

See you, dear.

From Rose, Arringdon.

Rose, eh?

Whew.

It's hot in here.

Hmm.

Any gas in the meter?

Mm-hmm.

I put in sixes before we left.

Oh, how horrid.

So depressing coming back to this after--

Fit trap, I admit, but

an Englishman's home.

Oh, I hate being poor.

Leastly sorted lodgings.

Drawers that won't open or shut.

Well, this one opens.

Wants a bit of tidying, Mel.

Darling, why did you let

us spend all your money?

Well, maybe because we had such a deuce

of good time spending it.

Well, if our friends

knew the way we live.

They'd say poor little Ivy, such a

splendid wife to that rotter, Lex.

Oh.

Well, darling, get that

petulant droop out of your lips.

It's pretty but bad for morale.

I sometimes think it's my

extravagance that made us--

You know, I can't think why you've never

wanted to divorce me.

One more remark like that, and I'll put

you across my knee and smack you.

Oh, my angel, I'd never divorce you in a

hundred million years.

All right.

After five of them were broke, just being

with you is enough to compensate for

every penny we've gotten rid of.

It's very sweet, my dear.

Something will turn up.

See if it doesn't.

It had better be soon.

This is my love's the

balance of our fortune.

One pound, 12 shillings, and sixpence.

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Oh, don't you know that?

That's a very good idea.

Yeah, very great.

Do we, darling?

My favorite was.

I'd love to.

It's my lucky evening.

Excuse me, gentlemen.

Aren't you being a bit selfish over?

Oh, and I intend to be all evening.

I'll be all night.

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I say, what happened to Roger?

He's around somewhere.

I don't think the

fellow's having a good time.

I told you he'd be

painting the third wheel.

I know you did, George.

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Rushworth.

Isn't that funny?

What's funny about it?

Meeting Mr. Rushworth again so soon?

Yes, I'm a giant.

We knew he must be bored to death

with those two dowry-looking women.

But we were going to dance.

So we've all night for dance.

Go and fetch him, darling.

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Oh, I hate to hear you

call that man "darling."

Really, Roger?

You are behaving badly.

Moaning around, not

talking or dancing with anyone?

I've been waiting to dance with you.

You've got the next one.

I'm terribly sorry, honey.

I've never spent a more wretched evening.

I shouldn't have come here.

I know I'm being a rotten boar.

Not really, Roger.

Only a little selfish.

Mr. Rushworth.

How do you do?

Jarvis, so sure.

Oh, language use Mrs.

Lexington, Lady Creel.

How do you do, Lady Creel?

Mrs. Bella Creel.

How do you do?

Mrs. Creel.

And Dr. Gregory?

This is Lady Creel, Miss Creel.

Miles Rushworth.

How do you do?

Lady, I'm sure that you and your husband

will be here tonight.

I have an idea about that.

That we were talking about.

How wonderful.

When will you tell me?

Stop listening, Jarvis.

But rather concerned, isn't it?

But I want to be the first to hear it.

Well, if you can't dance, that is if your

blow-bell is not full up.

Well, it just so happens this dance is

free, isn't it, Jarvis?

Are you sure you weren't going to?

I've gone late.

Excuse me.

It's difficult to

talk when you're dancing.

I'd rather talk.

I was hoping you'd say that.

What happened, Mr. Rushworth?

Were you able to find that

position for poor Jarvis?

Would you take a job outside London?

Well, I wouldn't like to leave London,

but after all, Vegas can't be choosest.

We're so terribly hot up.

Oh, that mustn't be

allowed to go on any longer.

We'll find him a spot in London.

Sorry to interrupt.

This is our dance, Ivy.

You don't mind my holding

her to it, do you, Rushworth?

My dear fellow, of course,

not like spent bare bellows

wondering where I am, too.

You'll excuse me, Mrs. Lxton?

I can't tell you how happy you may be.

That makes me happy, too.

Beatrix?

I'm glad you're both so happy.

Mr. Rushworth is going

to find Jarvis a job.

Shouldn't that make me happy?

I'm sorry again, Ivy.

What am I going to do about you, Roger?

Do about me?

What's wrong with you tonight?

Same thing that's

wrong with me every night.

Morning and noon.

I'm in love with you.

You mean anything to you?

Roger, I've been so very worried lately.

Money?

Well, it's always that, of course, but...

Jarvis.

It has to do with Jarvis.

I...

I don't think I've been

very fair to him, you know.

Fair?

He's held you in his arms.

People point you out as his wife.

I think he's just about

the luckiest man in England.

Well, you're sweet, Roger, but...

we are rather forgetting that

I'm married to him, aren't we?

I knew that from the very first.

But it was different than I...

I don't think I realized how easy it is

to drift into things.

We didn't drift into

this. It started because...

It started because I

was unhappy, because...

it was something new

and exciting in my life.

So different from the

sort of men I'd know.

A good-looking man.

I think I was

impressed with your background.

Howdy family, horses and

dogs, and a long family tree.

Everything mortgaged up to the neck?

But you stood for something there.

No, you still do, money or not, but...

I thought you were so kind and so gentle.

It was so noble of you, a clever doctor

going down and practicing in the slums.

Somebody has to take

care of those poor devils.

I remember the first day

I went to your surgery.

It was curiosity in the beginning.

Then the next day when I

went to tea, I saw how you...

tried to fix the place up especially for

me, and I was so

touched, Roger, and so flatted.

And I was falling in love.

That's just it. You've been

taking too much for granted.

What, for instance?

Just because I came to see

you, it wasn't intriguing.

My own key, my own entrance, and even

that silly little

signal with the window shade.

But just, again, you were

fine and we used to laugh.

We still do.

No, it's different now

since you became so serious.

You're concluding just

because we're good friends.

Friends? We're in love with each other.

I'm not.

Ivy.

No, it must stop now tonight.

You don't mean that.

You'll forget so.

Forget.

Not something going on.

You really know how much I love you.

Ivy, I'll never give you up.

Never.

Ivy.

John, it's job is quick.

Is the house on fire?

Mr. Rashwin has fixed that job for you.

Oh, splendid. Where?

In the city office at a

thousand pounds a year.

Beginning in...

Oh, not for September.

Is that all?

But it's all right.

He wants us to go on a yachting party.

A yachting party?

Leaving next week to

be gone nearly a month.

We will be cruising down

the north coast of France,

very much a family party, a

family party, and includes us.

My cousin Charlotte, Lady

Creel, and her daughter Bella.

Bella Creel? That's the

girl we met last night.

They say Rushworth will marry her.

Who says he?

Oh, I don't know. It's rumored.

What's the rest of it?

And he wants us to have lunch with him

today to make plans for the cruise.

Why are you supposed to be gone? You are

the most clever and pretty woman.

Now, if you go down and

help the Lady to the border,

dear, this beautiful visit will take us

three hours to get to rule,

and we mustn't miss the best of the

League of Noishe Adele.

Oh, naughty, naughty.

You're going to Mr.

Lubbly's Cathedral in France.

Such divine tools, my dear.

Why on earth did you decide

to leave the cruise so early?

We're sorry we did now.

Are all airbags on the launch?

Yes, Belivi.

Is, uh, Miles...

Oh, my dear, such a perfectly horrid man

arrived from his Paris office

with a bundle of telegrams and letters,

and Miles has been cooked up ever since.

Well, then it's time he came out.

You know what? He is ready to get into

that floating workshop.

Bye.

Oh, I hadn't realized it was so late.

I'm terribly sorry,

Olivas. We'll miss you.

Goodbye, Miles. Thank

you for a wonderful cruise.

Now, I hate you having to leave so soon.

Let me know when you get back to England.

Of course. It's been perfect, Miles.

And you like having a

Lexus with us, didn't you?

Oh, yes. She's so lovely.

I'm glad you like her, too.

We'll see a lot of them

when we all get back to London.

That'll be nice.

We're waiting there, love.

Oh, dear.

All right, I'm coming.

Goodbye, Miles.

Goodbye.

You tell the situation to your show.

Have a good time, all of you.

Oh, yes, yes, we will.

We'll see you for peace.

Oh, you must.

Charlotte! Charlotte!

You've forgotten Mrs. Ledston.

I'm not going with them today.

Oh, you're... you're not?

Now, Cousin Charlotte's land

johns do wear one out a bit.

I begged off this morning.

She has a human dynamo.

You almost be saying goodbye to Bella.

She wouldn't have liked it.

Nor would I.

I'm very fond of her.

You like her, don't you?

Oh, she's charming.

That makes it mutual.

She thinks you're very lovely.

You know, I'd like you and her and all of

us to see a lot of each

other when we get back to London.

Oh, how nice.

My Paris officer snopped me under with

letters and telegrams.

Will you excuse me?

I have a long morning's work ahead of me.

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- Do you like it? - Oh!

Mr. Ashwood...

you must have finished your

work sooner than you expected.

- No, no, I haven't finished any of it.

I said you like it.

- Great. Lovely.

Who knows Mr. Ashwood, you must!

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- It's yours for next Christmas.

There's a catch attached to the catch.

I mean the cast.

You press the bottom of the

cameo and it springs open.

- Ooh!

- Wicked looking freak mayor, isn't she?

- Why, they're rupees!

- The lady inside said that the cast

must belong to Mary Antoinette.

- Wonderful.

- I told her, "I hope

it'll bring you better luck."

And they bought her.

- Thank you.

I'll never dare to say

that I like anything again.

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(thunder rumbles)

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- More telegrams for you, Ruanten?

- This one's for you too, from Ruanten.

- Oh, there's nothing wrong with it.

- No.

- Tremendous affair here tomorrow.

French president unveiling monument.

Say suggest you both motor here tonight

and join us by going to town.

Charlotte Channel.

- With the pile of work I've got,

I couldn't leave till the morning,

but if you'd like to.

- Well, I hate to face

that three hour drive alone

and with the storm coming up, I--

- Yes, the morning's probably best.

We'll have a quiet

little dinner together.

- That will be nice.

- What shall we say, uh, Apotade?

(thunder rumbles)

- Good evening, madam.

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- Evening.

- Good evening.

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- How lovely.

So this is your sacred thank you.

- This is it.

And you're the only guest

who's ever come to that door.

- Not even your cousin Charlotte.

- Charlotte, least of all.

Once she got the one in this cabin,

I'd never get her out.

- You're Miss Crane, huh?

- Nope.

No, not even Bella.

- I feel awfully privileged.

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(thunder rumbles)

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(thunder rumbles) ♪ (dramatic music)

- You frightened her?

- I bit.

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(thunder rumbles)

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(knocking on door)

- There's been a short circus, sir.

Shall I light the old lamps?

- I'll do it, Paul.

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- Ivy.

- Yes, Miles?

- I've always believed

that the most despicable thing

a man can do is to make

love to another man's wife.

I'm gonna be ashamed.

(thunder rumbles)

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(door opens)

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- Goodbye, Ivy, dear.

- See you next week, my dear.

- You and John are coming down to Boston.

Just as I look like he

managed a long weekend.

- The poor darling's

awfully busy with his new job,

and very grateful to you

for getting it for him.

- So he's dying to come

down and tell you so, so...

- That's really charming.

- Goodbye, Ivy.

Goodbye, Lady Thorin.

Thank you again.

- That's my lucky day, Emily.

- Unlucky at cards,

lucky in love, eh, Simon?

- Mr. Jarvis is nice, isn't he?

- That he is.

The nicest!

- I thought you

handled the party very well.

- The pleasure I'm sure.

I said to Mr. Jenks,

"That's our next man."

I said, "We're really

seeing life since Mr. Rushworth

"let Mr. and Mrs. Lex and his aunt slap."

Oh, it will be dull when they come back.

- Well, they gave parties, isn't it?

- Them?

- Well, a little tea party, surely.

- Oh, well.

Yes, in a manner of speaking,

when Mr. Rushworth would

come down here with Miss Bella.

- Miss Bella?

- Well, who do you mean,

"We're Africa," that was?

- Did Mr. Rushworth come

here often with Miss Bella?

- Of course.

- Why, of course.

- Missy, she was Mr.

Rushworth's young lady.

- But they're not engaged.

- Not with a ring, Mom.

But everyone can see

which way the wind's blowing.

Do you really think that Mr. Rushworth

will marry Miss Bella?

- That's my belief, when

he comes back from Africa.

(phone ringing)

- Hello, sir.

- Thank you, Mom.

Then I'll just pop over for a moment

to see how my sister's face they get.

It is his family.

- Of course, turn along.

- I'm sorry I couldn't

get rid of that gentleman

that come here with a bill from Pop News.

- Don't worry about it, I

sent him over to Mr. Lexton.

You know how to do it.

- Good.

And I hope he gives him

a piece of his mind, too.

Hello?

Oh, Roger.

- Did you have a nice time on the yacht?

Anything that Miles

Rushworth does is news.

Why haven't you telephoned me?

No, I certainly don't

think it's for the best.

Is that the Rushworth influence?

- I'm sorry.

No, no, please don't hang up.

Ivy, I must see you today.

If you won't come

here, then I'll go to you.

Oh, yes, I would.

I'll expect you in an hour.

Goodbye.

(phone chimes)

- Why are you looking like that?

Get the sack or something?

- Not yet.

Your party over?

- Apparently.

- Dearest, did you have

to send that bill collector

across to the office?

- Oh, you mean that man from Patnip's?

- Here I am, trying to establish myself

and a decent job.

What sort of

impression do you think it makes

to have tradesmen

dunning me on the office steps?

- Darling, you look so

funny when you're angry.

- Well, I'm not feeling funny.

- Well, Angel, what else could I do?

Patnip said they

wouldn't leave another thing

unless they had something on a cop.

- Well, perhaps if

you knock off one or two

of your bridge parties.

- And either life of a

recluse, is that what you want?

- Yes, we've got a pleasant, flat,

Kensington Gardens to walk in.

- Then be the plan statute to talk to.

- You'd only make an

effort to be reasonable.

- Oh, it's all my fault, I suppose.

- I'm trying to get on my feet again,

and here we are floundering

into another ocean of bills.

- You used to want me to spend money.

You used to be proud

of my pretty dresses.

- We've got neighbors.

- Well, you started the argument.

- I'm not even arguing.

I'm merely trying to tell you

that I haven't got Rushworth's millions.

- That's very true.

- I'm earning a thousand pounds a year.

You can spend every penny

of it in any way you please.

If you spend more than I'm earning,

we're back where we started.

- Dear Jarvis, you're absolutely right.

- Huh?

- I do make a mess of things, don't I?

Managing everything so badly.

- Oh, I wouldn't say that.

- No, but it's true.

Nothing but troubles and

extravagances and debtors.

Oh darling, why don't

you do the same thing

and get a divorce?

- I said I'll never

divorce you in a million years.

- But think how much better off you'd be

bad like you seem to follow me.

- You stir it up.

Besides, how long do you

think I'd keep this job

without you as my sponsor?

- We do go on to be nothing

but years of petty wrangling.

- Will you survive the wrangling?

- Well, we'll live

those years out together.

- No, no, don't touch me.

It only makes me feel worse.

- That's right.

You have a good cry.

I'll have a good walk and

vent the rest of my spleen

that Peter Pan's stacking you talk about.

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- Anything wrong, Mr. Roger?

- No, nothing.

I shan't want any tea.

- Oh.

I wish.

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- Roger, Mr. Roger.

- My mother.

- Well, my dear boy,

don't look sober, will you?

It's only the old lady.

You didn't think I'd

forget your birthday, did you?

- I forgot it myself.

- That's a cake, and I might be persuaded

to stay and have dinner with you later.

In the meantime, if

Martha would get me some tea.

- You should be sure, Mom, I had muffins.

I know how partial you

bought after muffins.

- I'm sorry, Martha, no.

- What?

No muffins?

- No tea, I'm afraid.

- Oh, what, not since why

have you got oceans of tea?

- I don't mean that.

- Why, Roger, what is it?

- Oh, I'm sorry, Mother, but

something urgent's come up.

- Are you throwing me out?

- No, not really, but it's, well,

you know how it is for a doctor, it's--

- It's a brainstorm, by the look of you.

I think you better come

down and clear your head

with the breath of our country air.

- I'll come down this weekend.

- Oh, well, in that case, I

suppose I've got to forgive you

for flinging your poor old

mother up into the street.

- I'll make up for it this weekend.

Just be patient.

- I'm not sure the patient is a virtue.

However, you're much

too big for a spanking.

Goodbye, my boy.

- Goodbye, Mother.

- Goodbye, Martha.

- Goodbye, Mother.

- Take care of him.

- Yes, Mother.

- Bye, Mother.

(door opens)

- Funny way to behave if I may say so.

- I may not say so.

- Well, you wish.

Ork your feet for weeks

and off your head today.

As if my romantic, what, did not pretend

for a mother having you

carrying on like this.

That's the child's two-year-old.

(muffled speaking)

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- Oh, darling, I don't

suppose I should have said

what I did on the

telephone, but I can't say I'm sorry.

It brought you here.

- Must say you didn't

give me much choice.

- You didn't give me much choice either.

I was terribly hurt when I found out

you'd gone on the yacht with Rushworth.

- Jarvis was with me?

- Jarvis's presence is no assurance.

- I don't think he'll be upset.

You think every man in

London is in love with me.

- No man could be near you, touch you,

or speak to you without

phoning it up with you.

- Oh, Rogers,

sometimes you say the silliest,

nicest things.

But it would make you feel any better.

- Mr. Rushworth's

gone off to South Africa,

perhaps for months.

You know you shouldn't have

telephoned me this afternoon.

- Darling, I can't

explain what happens to me

when I don't see or hear from you.

Why, I've even thought of going to Jarvis

and explaining everything to him,

begging him to give you up.

- I haven't made you dream of such a

thing as going to Jarvis.

You know he's refused time and time again

to agree to a divorce.

- There's some consolation in that.

If I can't make you my

wife, neither can any other man,

as long as Jarvis lives.

Darling.

- No, no.

I'm sorry I'm at the end of my death.

- I know I am.

What if I got to look forward to him?

Oh, his party, always

bills, always Jarvis, Poppy.

I can't get on like this.

- Roger!

Roger, come pick your mother.

Come, be careful, now.

Something terrible.

- I'm busy, Martha.

- Let me in, Mrs. Rogers.

Please let me in, Mr. Rogers.

Mrs. Cattle's boy,

he's not nearly a lady.

- I can't help her.

- But you've got to come, Mr. Rogers.

This little teacher will let you so much,

it means something awful.

I'll get your plan.

- No, no, I'll get it.

You get the antecedence.

- Yes, Roger.

Try it.

- No, no, not that one.

It's on the second

shelf, behind those bottles.

- Here you are, sir.

- It'll not be there in a moment.

- Yes, sir.

- No, darling, you mustn't, not yet.

I'll only be 10 minutes.

Then we must talk

things out, we've got to.

There's a point at which

one must make a decision.

Wait for me, and wipe

away those tears, darling.

(somber music)

(somber music)

- Oh, are you starting me?

Oh, sorry, Mom, I

didn't know as long as here.

I just came to put the jars back.

(somber music)

- I'm not going to be ready.

I better get that bird, there you are.

The last one's there, it's not me.

I'll race you, come on.

You have to go get that.

(laughing)

- Hello there, my darling.

- We don't get up, dear.

- Thanks for calling me dear.

It's more than I deserve, really.

I began to feel you left me for good.

Oh, I found the debris on

the carpet before Emily did,

so I put it in the sign drawer.

- I'm sorry I broke your picture.

- Don't you go apologize to me.

Wouldn't get me another brandy

and soda, would you, darling?

- Yes, dear.

(somber music)

(somber music)

(somber music)

- You're an angel.

Don't ever let's quaran a game.

Well, ging-ging.

(somber music)

- Oh, seems a little better.

- Mrs. Lexton.

Mrs. Lexton, yes?

I'm sorry to disturb you, my dear.

Mr. Lexton was ill in the night.

I wanted the same for a

doctor, but he wouldn't let me.

I'll be right there.

- Yes.

(somber music)

- Hello, angel.

- Poor old boy.

How are you feeling?

- Good for better for seeing you.

- What is it, something you've eaten?

- It feels like I've

swallowed a salamander.

Here, sit at the edge of my bed.

- Your throat's burning.

- It's dry in the great Gobi desert.

It's just too many brandies and sodas.

Emily shouldn't have bothered you.

- Emily should have bothered me, my soda.

- Oh, I'll be all right.

I've got to be.

- Have a heavy day of the office coming.

- No, Jarvis, you

mustn't go to the office.

- I'll tell you what, Ivy.

Just slip me a hair of the dog.

Brandy and soda make

me feel right as rain.

Oh, don't look so shocked.

Just a little one, and not too much soda.

- Jarvis, I'd too

hate to see you and pain.

Pain should be quick.

Something that's over quickly.

- I'll second that.

- I'll get you the brandy and soda.

(somber music)

- He's the most kind.

Who's with him?

- Oh, he was took that bad.

His throat was so hot,

and he was swearing something awful.

I got frightened, so I called the doctor.

- The doctor?

- Doctor Lane just stays in there now.

All right.

- Oh, there you are, Mrs. Lexington.

I'm glad you've come in.

There's the culprit.

- It was kind of you to

come so quickly, Doctor.

Dear Jarvis,

Demry tells me that

you're feeling bad again.

- He's got himself to blame.

High time that he learned

brandy and soda can be poison.

- Poison?

- Well, to some systems, anyhow.

Better get used to the idea, young man.

The height of your

dissipation is going to be good,

wholesome milk for the next week or two.

- Week or two?

Oh, but, Doctor, I've

got to go to the office.

- You've got to stay just where you are.

Until I tell you to get up.

- Oh, no, Doctor.

- Oh, yes, young man.

He's in your good hands, my dear.

Now look in again, Lexington.

- Thank you, too. - Goodbye, my dear.

- I'll come back.

- That raw through of the Emily?

- We'll be in a jiffy, sir.

- Oh, here it'll perk him up a bit.

- Yes, sir.

- Now, now, a long face won't help.

- Is it very serious, Doctor?

- My dear Mrs. Lexington,

that boy comes up a long line

of sporting country squires.

Tough for us, our own family trees.

He's got reserves of energy

more than enough to come

with a stupid tummy ache.

- I'm very glad to hear it.

- You just look after him

the way I know you will.

He'll be dancing in jig in no time.

Goodbye, my dear.

- Goodbye, Doctor.

- How do you feel now, dear?

- Oh, my blasted throat's

still hotter than Hades.

- Poor Charles.

- You're going to that new

force of the Criterion, sir,

aren't you?

- No, of course not,

with your feeling like it.

- Of course you are.

I'm nuisance enough as it is.

- You're not.

- Oh, all this stupid, expensive,

doctor's nonsense.

Well, you must hate me for it.

- No, I don't hate you.

I sometimes wish I went so far now.

You hate being yelled at, don't you?

- I loathe it.

- I hate you being yelled at.

(phone rings)

- That's probably Dr.

Greta Wicks, sir, baby.

- If it is him not at

home, just call Cleetor.

- Him not at home.

- Hello?

Oh, Dr. Greta Wicks.

Oh, no, sir.

Mrs. Lexton's still out.

And no, sir, I don't

know when she'll be back.

- Oh, no, sir. - I'm sorry. - I'm sorry. - I'm sorry. - I'm sorry. - I'm sorry. - She'll be back.

This'll make a new man in Mr. Jarvis.

Leave it here.

I'll give it to her for you, sir.

You'll enjoy it all from you, huh?

- Good afternoon.

Is Mrs. Lexton empty?

- No, sir, not now, sir.

- When will she be back?

- Oh, she won't be until late, sir.

She's gone to an early

dinner and then the theater.

But I can give her a message.

- Who is it, Emily?

Who's there?

- It's Roger, Roger Greta Wicks.

- Roger, come on in.

- Thanks.

- Thanks.

- Hello, Roger.

- Jarvis.

Man, what's happened?

- Oh, just a bit under the weather.

Something I've eaten.

- Oh, I'm sorry.

- My throat's as dry as a board.

I could do with a brandy and soda.

- I'm not sure what a

brandy and soda would do to you.

- Oh, are you any better suggestions?

- Well, this can't do you any harm.

Horrible stuff.

- Here.

- Spony fit for dogs and horses.

- Hello.

Well, here's a lock.

An impromptu consultation, eh, Doctor?

- A consultation, sir?

- Sorry, Doctor.

That was meant to be funny.

Roger, this is Dr. Lanchester.

Dr. Greta Wicks is a great

friend of mine and Ivy's.

I was just asking him if he knew of some

way to cool this

red-out poker in my throat.

You don't mind, do you?

- As a matter of fact, I do.

You're my patient, Laxter.

Not Dr. Greta Wicks.

- I'm terribly sorry, Doctor.

I had no idea you were on the case.

- I see.

- Well, I'll be running along, Jarvis.

I know you're in very excellent hands.

Good afternoon, Doctor.

- Good day, sir.

Have I done the wrong thing or something?

- What's this?

- Not more brandy and soda, I hope.

- You hope the

unpleasantest things, Doctor?

- What was he giving you?

- Could have been water.

- Hello, yes.

I'm trying to find Mrs. Laxter.

Mrs. Jarvis Laxter.

Oh, it's really urgent, sir.

- Don't you ever page?

No, I don't know what part this is with.

- Are you Mrs. Lexton?

- Yes, I'll never mind.

- Mrs. Lexton, during

our absence this evening...

- Who are you?

- I'm Dr. Berwick.

- I couldn't get Dr. Lanchester, so I ran

down for Dr. Berwick.

He lived downstairs.

- How is he?

- He's... dead.

Keep hold of yourself. Get some brandy.

Had Dr. Lanchester

realized how serious this was?

- No.

Nor had I.

- Well, he was Dr. Lanchester's patient.

This has placed me in a position in which

I'm afraid I have to

ask for a post-mortem.

- Post-mortem?

What's that?

- An examination to

determine the cause of death.

- Just brandy, Miss Lforcer.

- Do you want to go in?

- Oh, no.

- Better help Mrs. Lexton to her room.

- Yes.

Thank you.

[music]

- Good morning, Auntie.

- Good morning, Doctor.

- Did you selection awake?

- No, Doctor.

I listened to the sound out of her.

I thought it best to let

her sleep since she's over.

- All right. We want to talk to you.

- I'm not quite sure you and Mrs. Lexton

are the only persons who saw Mrs. Lexton yesterday.

- That's right, sir.

Any man who is speaking.

- What do you mean by that?

- Well, it was Dr.

Greta Ricks, of course.

- Was this Dr. Greta Ricks

also in the case, Dr. Berry?

- Not to my knowledge.

- Oh, no, sir.

He wasn't on the case.

He was just a friend of Mrs....

You know, Mr. and Mrs. Lexton.

- Why did you stop, sir, Mrs....?

- Well, he asked for Mrs.

Lexton when he came in, sir.

- Did he come out, sir?

- Oh, no, sir.

Never for yesterday.

- Did he telephone her often?

- Oh, yes, sir, often.

Not that you didn't. Oh, she was devoted to

a nice young husband.

If Dr. Greta Ricks

telephones, I'm not a tober, should say.

- So, uh, Dr. Greta Ricks was alone with

Mr. Lexton yesterday.

- Why, yes, sir.

Oh, that is until, uh, Dr.

Landjasser arrived at them.

Well, then they had words.

And Dr. Greta Ricks left

quicker than he'd come in.

- What sort of words?

- Well, I'm not sure,

sir, but, uh, I, uh, think...

I think he said he was in the case. I think he said

something about a drink that...

Dr. Greta Ricks gave Mr. Lexton.

- A drink?

I can get the facts from Dr. Lefser.

Does Mrs. Lexton know that Dr. Greta

Ricks came here yesterday?

- Oh, no, sir.

Release the ways.

She don't know it from me.

- You say she's asleep?

- Well, I hope so, sir.

She needs it.

Oh, she worshiped Mr. Jarvis, shitted.

- I'll talk to her.

- Wild horses wouldn't have gotten her

out of this house last night

if she'd known how ill he was.

- Come on.

- Who is it, Amory?

- Dr. Bewick's asking for his

thing at the moment, though.

- Tell him to come in.

- Tell him to think so.

- Good morning, Mrs. Lexton.

I'm sorry to trouble you.

I just wanted a little

chat, if you feel up to it.

- Of course I feel up to it.

- I know what a

terrible shock this has been.

But I'm afraid I have

another shock for you, Mrs. Lexton.

Your husband didn't die a natural death.

I believe he died of a

form of virulent poison.

- Poison?

- That's the reason

why Mr. Orpington's here.

It's important that he should see you,

too, if you have no objection.

Will you step in, sir?

Mr. Orpington's from Scotland Yard.

You've told Mrs. Lexton?

- He said poison.

- Mrs. Lexton, did your husband have

anything to eat or drink

yesterday while you were with him?

- Yes, he had some hot broth, but that

was all right, wasn't it?

Dr. Nastor ordered it.

- Perfectly all right

if Dr. Nastor ordered it.

Excuse me.

Forgive me if I seem

impertinent, Mrs. Lexton,

but your husband's life

was insured, of course.

- No, Jarvis wasn't insured at all.

- But he was comfortably off.

I mean, he left you

well provided for, I hope.

- All we had was his salary

and not a lot of debts, but...

don't worry about me, I'll be all right.

Find a job or something.

- You are very brave, Mrs. Lexton.

There's one other small matter.

Your friend, Dr. Greatwicks.

- Our friend?

- Quite. Did you know that

he was coming here yesterday?

- Was he here?

- He was with your husband

a few hours before he died.

- What? I didn't know.

- I understand that he's been...

telephoning you quite a bit lately.

- But I didn't talk to him.

- So I'm told.

But I wouldn't be misconstruing the case

if I were to say that he's more your

friend than your husband's.

- That's true, Inspector.

- It's very sensible of you to admit it.

You...

saw him alone at times?

- At times, but not often.

- At his own house?

- No, we would go for walks in the park

or to picture galleries.

- I understand. In other

words, you were quite...

well, you were quite fond of him.

- I'm very fond of Dr. Gregory.

That lovely husband.

- Naturally.

Was Dr. Greatwicks jealous of Mr. Lexton?

Please don't bother to answer that

question if you don't want to.

- Well, I suppose he was in a way, but make no mistake.

Roger's a wonderful man.

- I know that he is.

After all, he could hardly be blamed for

falling in love with you

and wanting to marry you.

- I suppose it was as

much my fault as it was his.

- You encouraged him.

- No, quite the opposite.

But I could have been fair.

- What did your husband say to all this?

- He said he was a wonderful man.

- He didn't know.

- You never told him?

- No. He would have been so hurt.

You see, he trusted Roger as a friend.

- I see.

Mrs. Lexton, in your opinion,

if your husband had found out what Dr.

Greatwicks' feelings really were,

do you think that he

might have taken his own life?

- Oh, no. Don't even say that.

He could never have done such a thing.

- You're quite sure of that?

- Well, of course he wouldn't.

You didn't know, Jarvis.

- I'm sorry I didn't. He

sounds a decent fellow.

And Dr. Greatwicks lives at...

Perre Place.

- Yes.

I think he does.

- I'm very grateful to you for being so

frank with you, Mrs. Lexton.

And please accept my

various sincere sympathies.

- Thank you, Inspector. Bye.

- Goodbye.

I left my card with Emily in case you need me.

- Thank you, Doctor. [music]

- Ivy. - Roger.

Something dreadful's happened to Jarvis.

He died last night.

- He died, I suppose. -

I have to talk quickly.

This man will be here. - Man?

- What's so dreadful?

And I'm so frightened.

They say that...

Poor darling. Didn't I what

they call a natural death?

- Didn't I a natural

death? - Quite of a hard thing.

This horrible man came to see me.

Something to do with the police.

Now he's coming here

to see you. - But why?

- Well, I don't know.

He asked us funny

questions about you and me.

Oh, Roger, you won't

give me away, will you?

- Give you away?

- Well, he wanted to know if you were as

good a friend of mine

as you were of Jarvis.

And I said that you weren't, that you

were a good friend to us both.

- What else did he ask?

- Well, he wanted to know if you were

fond of me, if you laughed at me, and I

said that you didn't.

Then he asked if I'd ever

come to see you here alone.

- He asked that? - Yes.

I said that I hadn't.

What else can I say but...

- If you say that I have been... - It's

nobody's business but our own.

Yes, I know, but if it gets into the

papers, it'll look so dreadful.

Darling, of course I won't

ever say you've been here.

But you shouldn't have come here now.

What have you been for?

Oh, no, I wasn't. I came

round by way of the war.

I still don't understand it.

Poor Jarvis took his own life.

- Do you think he knew about

us? - Oh, I'm sure I didn't.

- Nobody did, but everyone will if you...

- Don't worry, they won't.

Darling, we mustn't see

each other for a while.

- We're both going to hate it. - It would

be better if you went

away, went home or somewhere.

Ivy, you must be very

brave. This means an inquest.

- Yes? - You two can't be

waiting to see you, sir.

- All right, I'll come. - Yes, sir.

- You better go. - You

won't be careful, won't you?

- Dearest one, this is all the war. -

This, my darling, will go now.

Wait. Wait until I'm

talking to the mementes about it.

Yes, dear. Roger, why

don't Martha see me here?

I'll attend to that. You

mustn't worry, darling.

I won't let anybody harm you.

Thank you, Roger.

Martha.

They're waiting in the hall, sir.

Martha, would you do something for me?

You know I would, Mr. Roger.

If you've ever seen a lady here, not a

patient but a visitor,

I want you to forget it.

Forget I've never seen no one here?

That's right. It means a lot to me.

And you may be asked.

No matter how it appears to you, no

matter what you think

would be for the best,

remember you'll be helping

me if you never tell a soul.

It may mean something to you, Mr. Roger.

It means much more to me. I promise. Thank you, Martha. I

know I can trust you.

Ask them in.

Step this way, gentlemen, please.

Good day, Doctor. Good day.

My name is Orpington. Criminal

Investigation Department's got an job.

How do you do?

I'm not a doctor. How do you do?

Won't you sit down? Thank you.

I'm sorry to bother you, but I have to

ask you one or two questions about a

gentleman who I believe was known to you.

If you'll give me his

name, I'll look under his case.

I'm not a patient of yours. I'm referring

to Mr. Jarvis

Lexington, who died last night.

No, he wasn't a patient of mine.

That's what I thought, but

he was a friend of yours.

Yes. His death was very sudden.

You understand, Doctor, that when

anything like this happens, one has to

explore every possibility.

I suppose you can't give us any idea of

how Jarvis Lexington could have come by

irritant and poison.

None, whatever.

I mean, it isn't possible he could have

obtained all, let's say,

an "X" some of it here.

Mr. Lexington never came to this house.

Did his wife ever come here, Doctor?

No, sir.

Thank you.

I send my sergeant out of the room,

Doctor, because I have to ask you a

rather personal question.

I understand that you knew Mrs. Lexington

rather better than you knew her husband.

What exactly do you mean by that?

Well, wasn't there some form of romantic

relationship or some

sort of relationship anyhow?

If you mean what I think you mean, then

we'll give you advice

if you're offensive.

But let me put it this way.

There were occasions when you used to see

Mrs. Lexington alone.

No, sir.

Not even for a walk in the park?

No, sir.

I see.

Was it your wish that we say to be on

closer terms of friendship with Mrs.

Lexington that she

thought it right to allow?

I hate a body with its interval details.

Mrs. Lexington is a

very engaging young lady.

I imagine it might be hard

for any man not to wish to.

Make love to her? I quite agree.

Then you will admit that if there hadn't

been any Mr. Lexington, that she would

have wanted Mrs.

Lexington to be your wife.

There was a Mr. Lexington.

Well, that doesn't answer my question.

You do want to marry

Mrs. Lexington, don't you?

She's already admitted as much.

That I know to be a downright lie.

I'm sorry you take it

that way, please forgive me.

I suppose you have a

surgery attached to this house?

It's across the yard.

Pick up your own medicines?

Yes.

May I see the surgery?

Certainly.

Thank you.

Inspector, actually in this surgery

you'll find urgent poison.

But no one has access to this place but

my housekeeper and myself.

I have no idea how poor Jarvis Lexington

got the stuff to kill him.

Did it kill him?

But I do know it

didn't come from this room.

These are take a look at this by name.

The poisons are in this cabinet.

Mm-hmm. Quite a bit of it, isn't it?

(SIREN WAILING)

Hello there.

Mother.

(DOG BARKING)

Now I believe in present events. I've

been thinking about you all day.

You have? Well...

Don't kiss me, dear. I'm

covered with horse hands.

Oh, I love it.

Hello, Groves.

How are you, sir?

What's wrong with Dazzle?

Got a splint, knocked his leg.

Teach him to jump higher next time.

Oh.

Get the iodine, Groves,

and this to that splint.

If the doctor agrees...

Oh, I do. Yes, sir.

All right, my boy.

What's wrong? What you said, I think, the splint is...

I mean, with you.

Mother, do you remember

my friends, the Lextons?

They spent a weekend here.

I remember Mrs. Lexton very well.

Jarvis died suddenly.

Oh, I'm sorry.

What caused his...

They say it was poison.

Suicide, obviously.

Well, you, his doctor, you're not a victim.

Were you his doctor?

No.

Oh, poor boy.

Is there something

else you want to tell me?

What is it, Roger?

Mother, I want you to know now that I

have his free, I shall marry her.

But isn't it a little early to be talking

about a marriage when the

poor man has only just died?

Yes, I know, but I had to tell you

because, well, there may be a scandal

with my name linked to it.

I said something to you that

weekend Mrs. Lexton was here.

I suppose you didn't take my advice.

There are some things a man must judge

for himself, Mother.

As regards Mrs.

Lexton, I judge for myself.

Very well, Roger.

Hello, Tom.

How's Mrs. Lumpett?

I'm ending first, sir.

Thanks to you.

Good day, Mrs. Gredericks.

Doctor, I...

Well, there's some ale in the

kitchen if you two would like.

No, Mother, please wait.

What is it, Tom?

I'm sorry, Doctor, but I've

been ordered to arrest you.

Oh, Groves, take Basil to his

store and dress that's clear.

Yes, sir.

Go on, Tom.

To arrest you on suspicion

of the murder, Jarvis Lexton.

I'm sorry, Mrs. Gredericks.

Won't you allow my son to

have supper before you go?

I think we could manage

supper for all of this.

Sorry, Mum.

My orders is to bring him straight back

to where he was eaten.

Well, reckon we'd

better be moving, Doctor.

Bring along the Doctor's bag, Jim.

Don't worry, Mother.

It's all a stupid mistake.

Of course it is, dear.

What is it, Emily?

Doctor Gredericks, what about Doctor Gredericks?

He's arrested. Arrested? Yes. For murder. For Mrs. Lexton's murder. [music]

Hold him. I forgot.

This cable came for you.

Thank you, Emily.

[music]

The prosecution believes it

has cause for action against you.

But why you? Where was your motive?

Admit that you saw

Lexton the day he died,

but so did Doctor Lanchester,

so did the maid, Emily Green.

And of course the wife saw him too, but

it would be her motive.

There's no life insurance, no money.

Now, if she wanted to

marry another man...

Doctor, are you quite sure

you've told me all the facts?

Was this woman in love with you?

Certainly not.

Or somebody else?

No. Not to my knowledge.

If there is anything,

you'd better tell me, you know.

Remember, you'll be under oath when I put

you in the witness box.

I won't go into the

witness box, Sir James.

[music]

Ooh.

Viper!

Viper!

Viper!

Star and new electric-burning trials.

I've been given evidence to die.

No, no, Ivy, no, no.

You must get control of yourself.

It won't be too bad.

All you have to do is speak the truth.

It's an ordeal testifying

against someone one knows.

But if

you don't know the

truth, you'll be a surgeon.

Why does it make me give evidence?

It won't.

It won't.

It doesn't make me give evidence.

[music]

Come on, my dear. You must.

Oh, Mrs. Gredrix, I want to talk to you

about my son, his life.

Well, I--

I know appearance is

unreadfully against him.

But you don't believe that Roger poisoned

your husband, do you?

You believe he's innocent, don't you?

How do I know what to

think, Mrs. Gredrix?

I mean, it's so strange. It's so

unfortunate that Roger was the last

person to see my poor husband alive.

You mean you're half-entracked to believe

that he did this terrible thing?

On account of his

love for you, I suppose.

I didn't say that, but it

was very fond of me, you know.

And Roger loved you, he told me so.

And because of that, please remember when

you face him from the witness box

that what you say made

very well him his death.

I will. I will indeed, Mrs. Gredrix.

[music]

You called, Mrs. Nixon.

Won't go.

Madam, you have no choice.

What happened out there to them, is it--

Please, madam.

Take over the gloves, please.

Take the Bible in your right hand.

Repeat after me.

I swear by the Almighty God.

I swear by the Almighty God.

The evidence I get to this court--

The evidence I get to this court--

shall be the truth--

shall be the truth--

The whole truth--

The whole truth--

Nothing but the truth shall be God.

Nothing but the truth shall be God. Nothing but the truth shall be God.

Nothing but the truth shall be God.

You are Ivy Lexton, widow of the late

Jarvis Hamilton Lexton?

Yes.

Mrs. Lexton, your maid, Emily Green,

has testified that the

prisoner used to telephone to you,

sometimes as often as three times a day,

but that you would never talk with him.

Was that testimony true, Mrs. Lexton?

Yes.

Now, Mrs. Lexton, what was

the nature of your relations

to and with Dr. Greta Riggs?

I--

What's that?

She hasn't answered yet, my love.

Yes, Mrs. Lexton?

We were friends, all

three of us, my husband too.

Mrs. Lexton, was there

unknown to your husband

any romantic relationship between you and

the prisoner at the bar?

Okay.

Was the prisoner at

the bar in love with you?

Answer the question.

I don't answer.

Counsel is entitled to reply.

Mrs. Lexton, the morning

after your husband's death,

did you tell

Inspector Orpington anything?

What did you tell him?

I suggest that you told him that Dr.

Greta Riggs was in love with you

and wanted to marry you.

And did you not also imply to the

inspector that the accused

was jealous of your husband?

You did tell the inspector these things,

didn't you, Mrs. Lexton?

Didn't you?

Yes.

- The Lord. - What's that?

I wish to withdraw my plea, my lord, but

change it to guilty.

He's a bit of a hurry to get that rope

around his neck, isn't he?

So is she.

I pass upon you the

sentence of this court,

which is that you be

taken hence to a lawful prison

and thence to a place of execution,

and that you there be hanged

by the neck until you are dead.

And that your body shall be buried within

the precincts of the prison

where you shall have been last confined.

May the Lord be with you, and with you, with you, with you, with you. Amen.