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FPS 23,976

THE WOMAN ON THE BEACH
1947

43-8 dash 1445, holster...

38 caliber revolver, 21...

44 L dash 2 dash
3 dash 5 dash 45...

...4 dash C dash 175,
ammunition 38-caliber...

You had that nightmare again?

Yeah.

But this one was different!

Different and worse.

They're coming back
again every night.

And I can't stand it, Chief!

There's something about
this ocean I can't stand.

You won't have to much longer...

You'll get discharged
in a week. We all will!

When they let me out
of the hospital...

...they said: "Lieutenant,
your wounds are all healed.

You're sound in body and mind".

But my head!

Let's face it, I'm not well!

Morning, sir.

Good morning, Greg.

Nice day!

Evans reports a fog rolling in...

Have the stable saddle up Blackie.
I want him after breakfast.

And tell the Chief I'll go over the
personnel reports with him at 14:00.

Aye-aye, sir.

Good morning, Chief.

Good morning, sir.

Eve!

Can we get married?
- Sure.

Didn't I say yes a long time ago?

No, no, I mean
right now. Tonight.

All right, Scott.

Anytime.

I'll always love you, so I guess it
doesn't matter how soon we begin together.

Be all right if I pick you
up at eight o'clock tonight?

Yes.

And I think you'd better
wear a dress, just this once!

Ashamed of me already, huh?

Sure, but I love you.
Chaplain doesn't though, and...

I think he might like a dress.

You're not going right away?

I have to relieve Chief Wernecke.

Hello, Mary.
- What's this about my husband?

I'm on my way to
relieve him for chow.

Don't be in a rush. It'll
do him good to miss a meal.

Honestly, I'll be glad
when he's discharged...

...just so I can thin
him down a little bit.

We're going to be married.

Well, I should
think you would be!

I mean tonight.
- The sooner the better!

What is this? A conspiracy?

I'll tell you what I'll do. I'll
wash your hair for you this afternoon.

I bought some new
fancy shampoo stuff.

What have you got there?
- Chocolate cake.

Well, how about a piece?
- No, this is for Ollie.

You should see the ship model
he made for my youngsters.

But this is a celebration!
- I know, but this is for Ollie.

I'll bake you a cake
for your wedding.

Ollie! Chocolate cake!

You're not nervous, are you?
- No, no, but...

This isn't the way
we planned it, is it?

I was gonna be through
with the Thompson boat...

and you were gonna be
through with the service.

You said you'd help me with
this awful bookkeeping...

get rid of that stack
of papers, and...

...and then, when
everything was all clear...

we'd be married.

And have a long,
long honeymoon...

...out on Cedar Island.

Just you and me.

No worries.

And when we were
ready...both of us ready...

...we'd come back
here and work together.

And it would still
be like a honeymoon.

We're going to do all that.

We'll just be married a
little sooner, that's all.

Gosh, I wish Dad
was alive right now.

He taught us lots of things
besides boat building.

I even wish my
brother Bill was here.

He was always better at
these accounts than I am.

If there was a reason, Scott...

If one of us were going away
tomorrow for a long time...

But there isn't a
reason. Is there?

No.

No, there's no reason.

Of course you're right, I...

I want everything
to be perfect too.

After all, a couple more weeks
can't make any difference.

Before we get married I'll
hand you my discharge papers.

For heaven's sake, don't
give any more papers to me!

I'll drop over tonight and we'll
clean up that mess together.

Goodbye.
- Bye.

And tell the Chaplain I'll have a white
satin dress made specially for him!

What do you do here every day?

I'm gathering wood, some firewood.
That isn't forbidden, is it?

I wouldn't use that wood.

Why not?

Because it belongs to this...

If you're so afraid of
ghosts, Lieutenant...

...what about that
jacket you're holding?

What do you mean about...ghosts?

I was merely suggesting that
you might be afraid of them.

But I'm not, I...

I was just wondering
about this...old wreck.

That's interesting.

What is?

That a person like
you should be afraid.

But I...
- It's obvious, Lieutenant.

Your objection to my taking
the wood from this old rig.

The way you looked at that lifejacket as
if it was something out of a bad dream.

You even looked at me
as if I were a ghost.

What are you, anyway?
- Really, Lieutenant...

Oh I'm sorry, I...

I didn't mean that.

Excuse me, I'm stupid.

Would you let me carry your wood?
- Do you know where I live?

Naturally. I'm supposed to
know everything around here.

Everything, Lieutenant?
- No, not everything, but...

Houses and people who live
in them, things like that.

That's not hard, is it?
- No, it isn't.

The hard thing I guess
is to know yourself.

Yes, that is difficult.
Anyway, what's the use?

Thanks very much,
Lieutenant Burnett.

I hope I didn't take you
too far out of your way.

Not at all. How did
you know my name?

I see you ride by on
the beach every day.

You certainly took your
time deciding to talk to me.

Bring the wood in here. I'll
build up a fire and make some tea.

Will you give me a hand?

This is a piece of a rutter.
A rutter from a lifeboat.

When the ghosts get too insistent,
you have to get rid of them.

But how?

As long as you struggle
against them, you never will.

They'll torment you constantly.

But if you stop fighting
them...give in...

...they'll soon go away.
- Give in?

What happens to you?

You find a kind of peace.

You don't care anymore.

I ought to know.

From what I've heard
it hasn't been easy.

Easy?

It's not hard to guess
you were torpedoed.

It was pretty bad. Very bad.

But have you ever had everything
and then suddenly had nothing?

Nothing but ghosts?

Oh...Why should I
bore you with this?

You're not. I think I understand.

We're pretty much
alike, aren't we?

Yes.

Yes, perhaps we are.

You're the first one who
seems to know what I feel.

I ought to...

...yes, I...

This is ridiculous!

You better go now, Lieutenant.

Go on.

Yes, I...

Goodbye, Mrs. Butler.

Tod, this is Lieutenant Burnett
from the Coast Guard station.

He helped me carry some wood.
- Oh, good.

Lieutenant, this is
my husband, Tod Butler.

I'm glad to know you, Mr. Butler.

I got a kid out at the
station who's nuts about art...

He tells me you're the
greatest painter in the world.

I used to be a painter.

I've often seen you
walking on the beach.

Unfortunately, Lieutenant,
I cannot say the same.

Won't you sit down?
- Thank you, I...

I was just leaving.
- That's too bad...visitors are rare!

Yes, sometimes we don't
see a living soul for weeks.

Before you go, Lieutenant,
let's really meet each other.

Ordinarily, two people just look
and each knows what the other's like.

These days with
me it's different.

I have to replace that look
with a lot of boring questions.

Are you a young man, Lieutenant?

Yes, of course you are.
I can tell by your voice.

Born in the Middle West.

And tall...about 6'3", I'd say.

And what color hair?
- Dark.

Dark.

A good-looking
young man like you...

...must find duty in this
place rather unromantic.

Yes.

I'm afraid you'll continue to find
it unromantic. Won't he, Peggy?

Join us in a drink,
Lieutenant?...Peggy?

I'm sorry, but I'm
late already, I...

I'm due back at the station.

That's too bad! Come
back and see us soon.

It's nice to see
people once in a while.

I'll try, Mr. Butler...

...but you see I
haven't much free time.

Not much free time...

Besides, it's rather boring to
spend it with a blind man, eh?

Oh no, no. It's not that...

I'll come and see
you as soon as I can.

When?
- Well, I don't know.

Tomorrow.
- Well, that's more like it! I'll be expecting you.

I might be late.

That all right,
you're welcome anytime.

Remember, we always
have a drink around here.

Goodbye.

Nice young fellow.

Don't you think so?

Yes he is.

I like him.

A little dull, though.

Strong outdoor type.

You like that, don't you Peg?

You always admired virility.

Somehow I can't picture
you living outdoors...

Have to come in sometime.

Have to talk...

I can't paint anymore,
but I can still talk.

Can't I?

Tod, why don't you
sell the paintings?

What good are they in
that cobwebby old closet?

You know they'd
bring a lot of money.

And then we could
get out of here.

Go anywhere.

Have some fun again.

Where would we go?

One place is pretty much
like another to me...

They all have a
dark, velvety hue.

And you my love don't care where
you are, as long as you're with me.

Do you?

Well, do you?

No Tod, it doesn't matter.

My Peg!

I have to defend myself.

Sir, do you know who's outside?

Tod Butler, the painter.
And he's here to see you.

Have him come in.

Mr. Butler!

Watch your step.
- Thank you.

Sorry to break in on you
like this, Lieutenant.

It's all right. What
can I do for you?

I need some help.
- Yes?

You see Lieutenant, I lose my
sense of direction in the rain.

Usually I compensate for
my eyes with many things:

The feel of the wind,
the sun on my face...

...the earth under my feet...

And your cane I
suppose is a big help?

Not really.

You always expect a
blind man to carry a cane

and I disappoint them.

One of those racetrack things.

I really carry it to sit on.

The rain does bother me and
I need your help getting home.

Well that's quite a
distance for you to walk...

...in this kind of weather.

It wasn't raining when I started.

But you came prepared...in
that raincoat.

In this climate at this time of
year, one can expect anything!

But you got here.
- Yes.

Frankly Lieutenant,
this was my destination.

I'd like you to drive me home...

...and have a drink and
maybe stay for dinner.

Well, I'm afraid I
couldn't do that, I...

...I have an appointment in town.
- I'm sorry.

Mrs. Butler will be disappointed.

You made a great
impression on her.

Yes, a very great impression.

So naturally I'm
interested in you too.

Look here, Mr. Butler...

...what exactly are you up to?

I have very few friends
here, Lieutenant.

I'd like to know you better.

Well, that's very
flattering, but...

...you think Mrs.
Butler expects me?

Of course.

And I really do need
your help to get home.

All right, let's go.

But I'm not sure about dinner.

Do you play chess, Lieutenant?

Chess?
- Yes.

Well, I played some in the hospital.
But I'd be glad to take you on.

Good, we'll have a lot of fun.

Kirk!

Tell the Chief I'm going with
Mr. Butler and I'll be back soon.

- Yes, sir.
- Tell Wernecke hello for me.

Yes, sir.

The only other blind man I ever
knew was a shipmate of mine.

We were in the hospital together.

At first, if I hadn't
given him my hand...

...he wouldn't have been
able to find his own bed.

That was at first. Little
by little things change.

One gets used to it.

Brandy, Lieutenant?
- No, thanks.

You don't drink?

Once in a while. But I
can take it or leave it.

You're fortunate. Did
you enjoy your dinner?

Of course. It was delicious.

My compliments, Mrs. Butler.

Peggy would have been terribly
disappointed if you hadn't have stayed.

She seldom cooks a
real dinner these days.

You must have made an impression.

The Lieutenant's
just being polite.

And I'm sure he would have
had a much better time in town.

Have you a cigarette, Tod?
- Right here, Mrs. Butler.

Have one of mine.

This shipmate of
mine was blind but...

...he could see the difference
between light and dark.

Tod can't.

The nerve's cut.
- That's right.

But I still get
plenty out of life.

You must miss your
painting though.

Painting? No, I miss nothing!

I'm sorry.

I didn't mean to
be so violent, I...

I must revise that statement.

There's something I
do miss...very much.

Deep-sea fishing.

Fishing?
- Yes Lieutenant, it's terrific.

I love to feel
that first nibble...

...and the strike!

You've got him hooked.

He tries to get away,
and you hold him...

...fast, hard, relentless.

Peggy?

Remember that big tarpon
I caught off the Key?

But what am I drooling about?

Nobody ever asks me anymore.

I can't go by myself.

Funny...I used to have
so many fishing pals.

Well, put yourself
in their place.

A man who can't see the difference
between light and dark...

Suppose there were an accident. You wouldn't
even know which way to swim to shore.

Sorry you caught on, Lieutenant.

I was hoping I might talk
you into a fishing trip.

I don't like to put you out,
Lieutenant, but didn't you say you

had to go on duty
at nine o'clock?

That's right. What time is it?

Why do you wear a watch?

Oh...force of habit.

I like the sound
of it, it's company.

Besides, so many people
ask me what time it is.

Well, I...I really must go.

It's too bad you have to go just
as we're beginning to be friends.

I'm still on the Coast Guard.
- I'll see you out.

Goodbye, Mr. Butler.
Thanks for a fine evening.

Don't you think we might dispose
of the "Mister" sort of thing?

Why not call me Tod?

What do you say, Scott?

All right, Tod.

Goodbye.

You're wrong,
Scott. But so wrong!

Oh no I'm not.

- You saw what happened with the lighter.
- Yes, of course I did.

Tod's eyes seem perfectly normal,

but he can't see because
the optic nerve was cut.

How do you know it was cut?

Because I did it.

You?

We used to...drink a lot.

We lived in a sort of
strange state of excitement.

Always off-balance,
high-pitched, tense.

Always just at
the breaking point.

When Tod's drunk there's
no telling how he'll react.

He can be unbelievably
fierce and brutal or...

tender.

Too tender.

It was one of those
nights I hit him.

It was broken glass.

Well, there it is.

And here we are. You and I.

He's blind and I...

And now you know why I
don't want to see you here.

Tod's lying when he says he
likes fishing or anything else.

There's only one thing in the world
that interests him and that's me.

Of course it was
an accident, I...

...I didn't mean to.

Perhaps it wasn't
really my fault.

When you do something like
that you have to pay for it.

Do you love him?

Love him? I...

...hate him.

Oh, let's not talk about that.

You're wrong Scott, and tomorrow
you'll have forgotten all about me.

You're nice.

It's been good to know you.

Miss Geddes to see you, sir.

Have her come in.

Thank you, Jimmy.
- Okay.

Hello.

Hello.

When you didn't
show up last night...

...I thought you might not mind helping me
with some of these things that look important.

How are you?

I'm all right.

Now, first...

Oh, yes! Here it is.

Do I have to pay this invoice
to get the 10-day discount or...

...or do I wait for the
statement at the end of the month?

Well, you wouldn't expect a beach cowboy like
me to know much about invoices, would you?

I'm sorry, that...

...that isn't much help, is it?

You needn't be sorry.

I deserve it for lying to you.

I didn't really
want help with these.

When you didn't
come by last night...

I got to thinking and
decided I'd been wrong.

If you want to get married...

...I've got on a dress.

By...what line of reasoning
did you arrive at that decision?

Well, Mary Wernecke said...

I just did, that's all.

Mary Wernecke! I thought so.

You know, you people are all
trying to take care of me.

But nobody tries to
understand what...

Well, you think I'm
sick. That's it, isn't it?

Why yes, I guess it is.

Are you really sick?
- I'm all right. It...it's just that...

Well I thought if
we got married...

It doesn't matter what I thought.
It was a silly idea anyway.

- Maybe it wasn't.
- Oh yes it was. You don't know.

As a matter of fact it's...

...silly for me to even
think of getting married.

Well...in that case, I certainly
don't know what I'm doing here.

What are you doing here?

Nothing.

It's quite a hideout.

That's what I thought.
It was a secret of mine.

I come here to be alone.

To get away from that house.
Now it isn't a secret anymore.

Are you sorry?

No...

No, I'm not sorry.

You said we're something alike.

I think you deserve to share this
old wreck. How do you like it?

Well, it's not very shipshape.

It's cosy.

I should think there might be a few rats around here...
- I never thought of that!

Scott...I've been thinking...

You mustn't see me anymore.

I'm no good for you...

I can't go on inflicting
my unhappiness on you.

Thanks heavens he missed it.

- He saw it, all right.
- Why should he pretend to be blind?

To hold you. You said yourself you'd
have to pay for what you think you did.

For a painter like Tod to
make believe he's blind...

...To give up his work for
any reason is inconceivable.

Well I can believe anything about
him. Look at the way he treats me!

Insists I come to the house, be his friend,
and then he makes fun of me. And you.

Just as if he were watching us.

That's his way. The way of
an insanely possessive man.

A man without eyes to keep
a check on me...And on you.

- He knows we're here.
- Then why did he go on?

Peggy...

If I could prove to you that Tod really
wasn't blind, would you leave him?

Of course!

You would?

Yes, of course I would.

Hello, Scott!

Come on in.

My wife's coming to
town to do some errands.

Did you type all those pages?

No, I have to rely
on Peggy for that.

As a matter of fact, I have to
rely on Peggy for almost everything.

What are you writing?

Oh, nothing.

Nothing.

Just to pass time.

I have to ride up by the cliffs.
Would you like to go with me?

Why, I'd love it!

It would be wonderful.

It's like making a
trip to another country.

Nothing like a change of scenery, huh?
- That's right.

You know Scott, more and more
I realize that a man's eyes...

...are just the
tools of his brain.

And if he loses them, it's a question
of finding something to take their place.

Now you know all our secrets.

But I guess they're
safe with you.

- Here...I'll walk along with you.
- No, no...You ride.

I'll catch hold of the saddle.
What color is your horse, Scott?

Black.
- Black, eh?

A good horse? Fast?

Yes.
- Good.

You go ahead. I'll
keep up with you.

- Aren't you tired?
- Not the least bit.

Are we far from the edge?

Not very.

- About how far?
- Oh...about 50 yards.

Don't you think it's about time you
put that imagination of yours to work?

Sure!

I can very well see
the color of the water.

The sun's a little pale today...

...and the water's gray
instead of its usual blue.

Off here, the dunes are
bathed in a rosy glow.

Perfect setting for
an oriental fairy tale.

You want to stop here
or should we go on?

Let's go on...Not
too close to the edge.

We're on the edge of the
cliff, aren't we, Scott?

You know very well
where we are, don't you?

I know I'm still on the cliff...Just
exactly where I don't know, of course.

Well, this is where I leave you.

Where are you going?

I'm going to the village.
You don't need me.

You can find your way.

Sure, I'll be all right.

Thank you, Scott. It's
a wonderful walk here.

Tod!

You guys get some
water to throw on him.

You know, it must be pretty
rugged when a painter goes blind.

I remember when he went blind.

Our schoolteacher said you couldn't
hold a great talent down and...

...he'll find
something else to do.

I wonder if he's dead?

That'll keep him asleep
for several hours.

When he wakes up, he'll
probably be in some pain...

...but the nurse will
give him another shot.

Now, don't worry about a thing.

He's pretty badly
bruised, but that's all.

I'd like to write out a prescription.
- Over there, Doctor.

I was so sure that
he wasn't blind...

I wanted to make him admit it.

So you could be free.

Mrs. Butler!

Miss Jennings will stay here tonight.
Will you go to town and get the medicine?

- Of course, Doctor.
- That's fine.

Your husband has great
courage, Mrs. Butler.

Boric acid. Solution or powder?

Solution, 4 percent.

I...I remember last
time you called me...

Right after that fight you
had with young Bill Geddes.

When will you be back, Doctor?

When I finally got
to see Bill Geddes...

...I realized I should
have gone to him first!

Bill is certainly no
weakling, but your husband...

When will you be back, Doctor?

Oh...I'll look in
again tomorrow morning.

Bill left home right after that.

He seemed terribly anxious
to get into the army.

I wonder why, Mrs. Butler?
- I'm sure I don't know.

I believe I'll take a last look
at those bandages before I go.

Now it's nothing at all,
I tell you. Nothing at all!

Tod's had this sort of thing
before and he will again.

Scott!

Hi, Lieutenant.

YOu won't find Miss
Eve. She ain't home.

She's gone to the city. Mrs.
Wernecke is inside, though.

Thanks.

- Mother, it's the Lieutenant!
- Mother, it's the Lieutenant!

Eve's not here.

If you don't stop that, I'm going to take
you all home and put you to bed right now!

You'll see...

Mrs. Wernecke...

You and the Chief are
old friends of Eve's...

You must have known
her brother Bill.

Why of course, Lieutenant. Otto's known
them ever since they were children.

He used to work for their father.

Well, perhaps you could
tell me something, I...

I heard some people talking.

Was there ever anything
between Bill and...Peggy Butler?

All right, what are you so nosy
about? You remind me of your father!

Get out, get out! And when you
get out of here, do be quiet!

You know how I found out?

Otto told me.

One day Otto told me he
saw Bill down on the beach.

And when he asked him what
he was doing on the beach,

...Bill said that he
was gathering firewood.

Now you tell me...

...what on earth would Bill be doing
on the beach gathering firewood...

...when he's got all the wood he needs
right out there in that carpenter shop?

- We want some candy!
- Give us some candy.

Mrs. Butler's here.
She wants to see you.

You have such darling
little boys, Mrs. Wernecke!

- I want some candy!
- I want some candy!

All right, children! Into the kitchen!
Never mind that candy! Into the kitchen!

- I want some candy!
- I want some candy!

You're pretty well acquainted
with this house, aren't you?

I've been here before.

Such a lovely place!

With a canary and everything.

So domestic and so dull.

Peggy, was there anything
between you and Bill?

Cigarette?

You better come over and see Tod.

I think he suspects something.

You still have to
explain why you...

...pushed him over the cliff.

Answer me, Peggy.

Was there anything
between you and Bill?

Oh for heaven's sake,
Scott! What of it?

You're not my husband.

Peggy...

...you're nothing but a...

Go on, say it.

I'm a tramp. You
just finding that out?

Oh, poor Bill!

I can't bear to see a
picture hanging crooked.

Well...

...you going to see Tod?

Yes.

I'll see Tod.

Well don't misunderstand.
It's for your sake, not mine.

That's why I came in.

I saw your Jeep outside.

Hello, Mr. Wernecke.

Hello, Mrs. Butler.

We'll be expecting you, Scott.

I've got to tell you
exactly how it happened, Tod.

I could have warned you
when you got near the edge.

But I let you go on because I was
so convinced that you weren't blind.

At least not so blind that you
couldn't see where you were going.

It became an obsession that
I just couldn't control.

Why don't you say something, Tod?
I don't think you're even listening.

I am.

I am. I believe you.

You made it very apparent
before we started...

...that you thought I could see.

That remark of yours about a
change of scenery was very obvious.

As a matter of fact, I'm
not sorry it happened.

Now we can really be friends.

See each other often.

Without a lot of notions
that have to be concealed.

I feel better since
we've had this talk.

Yes, I feel better too.

Scott, come in here
a minute, will you?

I want to show you something.

- These are your paintings?
- What's left of them.

- May I look at them?
- Of course, I want you to.

Please put them back
in the right order.

I had to sell quite a
few of them at first...

...to pay the doctors
and wipe out old debts.

These must be worth a
fortune now that you're...

Since you're convinced I'm
blind, go ahead and say it.

But you're right.

Now that I can't paint anymore, this
stuff of mine gets more valuable every day.

There's an old
saying in my trade:

"A man never gets
rich until he's dead".

I assure you a blind painter
is just the same as a dead one.

I'm sure the Lieutenant doesn't
care about looking at paintings.

Particularly in this bad light.

Is it that late? I was under the
impression it was still bright sunshine.

Why do you keep them here?

Someone might break in
the house and steal them.

No, every art dealer
knows my paintings.

He'd never accept
one without asking me.

Some naive person might try to sell
one, but he'd never get away with it.

They're safe here just
as long as I'm alive.

I would like to show them to
you sometime in a good light.

I'd like that Tod, but you know I
don't understand much about painting.

There's nothing to understand.

It hasn't anything to do
with the brain. It's the eye.

A painting's like a woman: She
either thrills you or she doesn't.

Well in that case, it's easy.

For instance...

You know I never really started to paint
well until just before the lights went out.

But I think this
is one of my best.

Something about the effect of
the hair, the skin texture...

Of course nudes were never
my strong suit, but...

...here I had a particularly
beautiful subject.

As you can see, this
is a portrait of Peggy.

Excuse me, Tod, I think
you have the wrong painting.

This is a picture of some
roses and a newspaper.

Peggy!

- Yes, Tod?
- Where's your portrait?

I don't know.

You're the only one in
this house who can see.

You know I never go into
that closet without you, Tod.

All right.

All right.

Thank you for your
interest, Scott.

I would like you to
see them sometime.

- Well, I hope I haven't...
- Not at all.

Come back soon.

I'll do that. Goodbye.

Goodbye, Mrs. Butler.

Goodbye, Lieutenant.

Where is it?

- It's my portrait.
- It's my work!

It's the best thing
I've ever done.

I want it, I need it,
and I'm going to get it!

Where is it?

I'll get it.

I wish I'd never heard
of painting. Or artists.

I knew you'd come.

I knew you'd be here.

Are you all right?

Now I am.

- Hi, Eve!
- Hi, Eve!

- Hi! Hi!
- Hi! Hi, Eve!

Hi, fellas!

Eve, we're having so
much fun decorating...

...the station for
the farewell party.

Don't get into any trouble!

They're waxing the mess
hall floor and everything.

Why don't you come
down and help us?

Those big lugs haven't got
one ounce of art�stic sense.

Now if you break anything,
I'm gonna wear out your pants!

I can't, Mary.

I'm just beginning to get
this business straightened out.

Your business is
down at the station.

Now listen, Mary,
I tried that once

and I'll be darned if I know why,
but he hasn't been around since.

If he wants to see
me, he can come here.

The theory that man is inherently
good is bunk. Pure bunk.

Each individual possesses
a split personality which...

That's pretty dull stuff, isn't it?
- Yes it is.

Thanks.

That bad?

Oh, what's the use of
kidding? I can't write.

At the risk of
repeating myself...

...if you'd sell the paintings you
wouldn't have to worry about writing.

Peg...

...I've never been able to make you
understand that those paintings are my eyes.

Everything I saw in life
I set down on canvas.

If I let them go I lose the
last connection with the past.

Strong and alive.

I do understand, but it's high
time you were becoming practical.

Peg, will you cut it
out? I tell you no!

Tod...

You're tired. Relax.

You can write. You
can do anything.

Pretty cold, Peg. Pretty cold.

Could you possibly be thinking
of Lieutenant Scott Burnett?

I like Scott.

I like him because
he's good and straight.

That's why he's dangerous.

Peggy, I'm gonna keep you.

No matter what I have to do. I'm
gonna keep you as long as I live.

No other man can
ever take my place.

Remember that.

That's better.

What does that remind you of?

New York.

We did have our good times
together, didn't we, Peg?

Yes, and we could again.

Remember those champagne parties
we used to have all by ourselves?

On the floor in
front of a big fire.

And when we'd had all the champagne
we wanted, you talked and talked.

Sometimes fight.

And I'd fall asleep in your arms.

And when I opened my eyes
in the morning there...

...you'd be standing
with my breakfast tray.

I was so proud of you.

The great Tod Butler,
fiery American painter...

...who approached his
canvases like a prizefighter.

I was young then, Tod.

Are you so old now?

I might as well be.

Peggy, did it ever occur to you

that to me you'll always
be young, beautiful?

No matter how old you grow.

I'll always remember you as
you were the last day I saw you.

Young!

Beautiful!

Bright!

Exciting!

No one who can see
can say that to you.

Peg, you're so beautiful!

So beautiful outside.
So rotten inside.

You're no angel.

No, I guess we're two of a kind.

That's why we're so
right for each other.

Tod, I've got a boat
for this afternoon.

Would you like to
go fishing with me?

Yes.

I'll be delighted.

We'll go now.

You've got tackle
of your own, Scott?

If you haven't, I've got plenty.

You've got bait, I presume.

It's blowing outside.

You've certainly picked
a fine day for it.

Fish probably won't fight
at all. Well, let's go.

Tod! Scott!

Scott!

Tod! Tod!

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Chief Wernecke?

This is Peggy Butler.

My husband...

Lieutenant Burnett
and my husband...

No, you know we don't have
any boats on this station!

Hold on a minute, please.

Mrs. Butler, I'll
see what I can do.

Give me the Geddes boatyard. 85.

Hello, Eve? Otto.

The Lieutenant and Tod Butler have gone
on some kind of a crazy fishing trip.

Yeah, I don't know what it's all
about but there might be some trouble.

Why'd you invite me on this trip?

You know it's no day for fishing.

Because I've got
something to sell!

Why did you come?
- Because it's time for a showdown.

This is the perfect spot for it.

What's on your mind?

Tod, I can't stand the way
you treat Peggy any longer.

You make a slave out of her!

You beat her, you mistreat her...

...And someday
you're gonna kill her.

- Are you finished?
- Yes!

Let me explain a few
things about Peggy.

You've got to set
Peggy free! I love her.

I don't intend to set her free.

Then you won't go back to shore!

I'll see that neither one
of us get back to shore.

That's all right.
You won't give her up?

Certainly not!

Scott!

Scott!

Scott!

Scott!

Chief, I have a little packing to do.
I'll be in the office if you need me.

All right, sir. I wonder
what's holding up the Missus?

Hi, Eve. Just get here?
- Hi, Jimmie.

Yes, I just got here.
- How about the next dance, Eve?

You tried to kill me!

The boy doesn't matter. It's
you who sent him to do it!

But I licked you.
I licked you both!

I didn't want it to
happen. I tried to stop him!

You tried to stop him when you thought it
was too late. When you thought I was finished.

- That isn't true!
- Don't try to get away!

I can sense every move you make,
I can sense you like an animal.

- Tod if you don't believe me...
- My eyes don't see...

But I have hands,
ears and a nose!

I can even smell your
hate. I like that.

It's not much different
from your love.

- It is love!
- Yes it is! For whom?

For Tod Butler who kept
you with him in the dark?

Or for that pretty lieutenant who
offered you the sun? And the moon!

- Tod, please listen...
- I've listened to you enough.

I've listened to you
tiptoeing into the dark...

And sighing in your sleep.

You think I need eyes to tell
me you want to get rid of me?

You murderous little sneak!
- Tod!

No! You want to be free?

You get away when I
choose to let you go.

And I'm not ready yet. Not quite!

Tod, what are you doing?

I'm gonna set Peggy free!

I love her!

He loves you.

What does he know about loving
a woman like you? Nothing!

Scott?

I heard you were going away.

But it seems stupid
not to say goodbye.

I followed you here because I
didn't think I'd get the chance.

I had to finish some packing.

Then...

...then you really are going.

Yes.

I finally realised you're sick.

I don't believe I am anymore.

Just...

...ridiculous!

Well, if you know what's the matter,
then why are you running away?

I'm not running
away, I'm just going.

It's too late for anything else.

I feel kind of
silly too, you know.

A lot's been going on around here
that everybody knew about but me.

How do you like my dress?

Eve...

Burnett speaking.

Well, speak!

You're in danger?
What kind of danger?

All right.

All right. I'll be right over.

- Was that...
- That was Peggy and I'm going.

Now get this through your thick
little skull: I've got to go.

I've got to find out about
myself once and for all.

- What's wrong, Peggy?
- Scott, I had to call you for help.

Tod's wild, he's insane!
- What do you want me to do?

He's got some crazy idea! I
don't know what, but I'm afraid.

You've got to stop him,
you've got to do something.

The paintings!

Tod!

Tod!

Tod! What are you doing?

I'm burning my
bridges, my friend.

What are you doing?

- Peggy!
- Let me go!

Can't you see what
he's doing? Let go!

I tried to save the paintings!

Let me go, I tell you! Let me go!

Why, Tod?

I had to do it.

Those paintings meant
everything to me.

But they became an obsession.

They had to be destroyed.

Now I'm free.

I've new work to do.

I've things to say.

Many things.

And Peggy's free.

I clung to her as I
did to the paintings.

To the past.

I made her live in it with me.

I had no right to do that.

Peggy!

Take me to the car, Peg.

You can drive me to New York and
then you can do as you please.

Tod!