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- A gray convertible, please.
- Yes, madam.

Turn off your motor,
please.

- Come on.
- Close that door. What do you want?

We'll talk inside.
I'm the store detective.

- Well, I haven't time.
- It won't take long.

- Open your bag.
- But I don't understand.

Open it, please.

I'm going home.
I don't want to be talked to like this.

- All right... if you want it this way.

- Harry.
- Yes, Mr. Hogan?

I just want you
to witness this.

- You see this pin?
- Yes, Mr. Hogan.

Okay.

Do you have a sales slip
for that pin, madam?

If you have,
I'll take a look at it.

Come on. We're wasting time.
You'll have a crowd here in a minute.

Main floor.

She's probably just faking.

They usually pull a faint
when they're caught.

Especially
the fancy-looking ones.

All right, lady.
You're awake now.

Let's have your name.

No. I can't tell you
my name.

We've got the goods on you.
You can't wiggle your way out of this.

The salesgirl here saw you
do your shoplifting.

I certainly did.
The mermaid pin was $300.

She said she wanted
something more expensive.

I turned partly to the showcase. I could see
her reflection in the glass as she took...

The pin was removed from your purse
by Mr. Hogan here.

You can either give me your name
and come clean with a statement...

- or you can save it all to tell to the police.
- The police?

If you know what's good for you,
you'll talk now.

You mustn't speak, Mrs. Sutton.

You're still dizzy
and too weak to remember.

Hey, wait a minute.
What is this guy, a lawyer?

- Mr. Simms knows who I am.
- Yes, but I'm busy, Mr. Korvo.

- If this woman is a friend of yours...
- She's no friend of mine.

It's you I'm concerned about,
Mr. Simms, and your wife...

who is a client and a very
dear friend of mine.

I don't think she'd like all the trouble
you're making for yourself.

You don't have to worry
about me, Mr. Korvo.

- I'm in no trouble. I assure you.
- Not yet.

But you're starting one of
the biggest publicity messes...

any store ever got into.

This woman whom you're badgering
is Mrs. William Sutton...

the wife of the distinguished
psychoanalyst.

Treating her
like a common thief...

will bring more discredit on you
and your store than on her.

Miss Wilson, see if Mrs. William
Sutton has an account with us.

- Yes, Mr. Simms.
- I'm sure she has.

Your job as manager is
to protect your clients...

as well as your store
from scandal.

I don't need any advice
about my job, Mr. Korvo.

You'll think differently when you see your name
splashed across the front pages...

as the man who hounded a proud,
sick woman into a nervous breakdown.

- Oh, she's sick now?
- You know she is. You've had experience.

A woman as wealthy and civilized
as Mrs. Sutton isn't a thief.

- The pin was in her purse.
- It wasn't a thief who put it there.

I see. You mean she's suffering
from kleptomania.

Dr. And Mrs. William Sutton have had
a charge account with us for five years.

I see.
Yes, I see.

What you see is that Mrs. Sutton
is wealthy enough to buy a dozen such pins.

- Now, look, Mr. Korvo, I don't want any trouble.
- Exactly what I thought.

However, we'll have to make a record
of this matter and keep it on file...

- even if we don't report it to the authorities.
- Thank you very much.

I suggest that you add the cost of the pin
to Mrs. Sutton's bill...

which will solve the immediate problem
to everybody's advantage.

It's now legally yours,
Mrs. Sutton.

You've bought it,
paid for it...

and are free to wear it...

without agitating the police.

- Is there someone with my husband, Miss Hall?
- Yes, there is.

I want to see him. I must see him now.
Please tell him.

- I have orders never to disturb
him unless it's an emergency.
- I know, Miss Hall. I know.

- Of course, if you're ill or there's something...
- Take a note to him.

Just give it to him.

I'll wait upstairs.

I must tell him.

Right away.

Ann.

- Ann, you all right?
- Hello, darling.

- What's wrong, dear?
- Nothing, darling.

Thanks.
Nothing.

You look terribly handsome
in the middle of the day...

before all your chattering
patients have worn you out.

Miss Hall told me
you came in very disturbed.

- She said you insisted violently that l...
- That's so silly..."violently."

Darling, I just stopped
to ask her if you were busy.

I wondered if you wanted
to go to the concert tonight. It's Heifetz.

You haven't heard any real music
for such a long time.

I thought it might relax you.

Hall must be losing
her grip on reality.

I guess she's so used
to my poor patients...

that everything sounds
like hysteria to her.

I'd like to skip the concert,
if you don't mind too much.

I want to do some writing
tonight.

- Of course not, darling.
- Thanks.

I'm terribly sorry you had to leave a patient
like this, for no reason.

There's no harm done.
He won't miss me.

It's that young veteran
I told you about.

- The one who won't talk?
- Mm-hmm.

After two weeks,
he still comes in every day.

Sits down, can't talk.

Why does he come to you if
he won't let you help him?

He will eventually.
It's just that it's difficult...

to begin unloading fears
and secrets and guilts.

Poor fellow. The war was an easier conflict
than the one he's in now.

Oh, Bill, struggling all day with those sick
people and their wretched complexes.

- How you must hate them.
- I don't hate them, darling.

I'm trying to help them.
They're my job. They need me.

No. Your job is using your brain
and finishing your book.

You said so yourself.
They interfere.

Stop worrying about me
as a frustrated genius. I'm not.

I'm a busy doctor and a happy husband...
an enviable combination.

I wouldn't trade it
for a dozen books.

Oh, Bill, you're wonderful.

You've always been
so very wonderful to me.

I just wish that...

- Wish what?
- That I could help you.

If I were only brighter and you could talk to me
about your scientific problems.

Just stay as you are,
as you've always been...

healthy and adorable.

- Dr. Sutton's residence.
- Who is it?

Who's calling, please?
Just a minute.

- Mr. David Korvo.
- Oh, tell him I haven't time to...

Oh, never mind.

You can clean up later.

- Hello, Mr. Korvo.

I'm sorry, but I can't.

I'm busy today.

Mr. Korvo, it's utterly impossible.
I have a luncheon engagement.

But why should I see you?

I quite understand.

Of course, if you insist.

Yes.

Yes, I'll be there.
1:00.

Ah.

Thank you, Vincent.

You were wise not
to tell your husband, Mrs. Sutton.

A successful marriage is usually
based on what a husband and wife
don't know about each other.

- Too frightened to eat, Mrs. Sutton?
- I'm not hungry.

I see. Waiting for
the wretched blackmailer...

to remove his mask
and begin his blackmailing.

What do you want?

- You mean, how much?
- Yes.

Well, I saved you
from an ugly scandal...

one that could ruin
your distinguished husband's career.

What an advertisement
for a renowned psychoanalyst...

married unaware to a kleptomaniac.

And you are willing to pay me to keep
this whimsical fact out of the newspapers?

- Yes.
- Now?

Yes, now.

I can see that I was never
cut out to be a villain.

I dislike inspiring so much terror
in such a lovely woman.

- Please don't talk to me.
- Oh, yes, I forgot.

You're...
You're buying my silence.

"$5,000."

Dear me, that's quite a sum
considering that it's tax-free.

I take it you don't intend to report this
either to Uncle Sam...

or to your husband.

Very few wives are in so fortunate a position
with a bank account of their own.

Obviously a large one.

That's all I'll pay.
That's quite enough.

Isn't it?

You're rather disillusioning,
Mrs. Sutton...

for the wife
of so brilliant a man as Dr. Sutton.

First of all,
for your stupidity in assuming...

that you can get rid of a blackmailer
by giving him money.

Secondly, and worse,
by identifying me as a nasty crook.

Here's your check,
Mrs. Sutton.

You've disturbed my vanity
rather deeply.

I always fancied
I had a fine, upright look...

and that an honest heart shone
out of my not-too-splendid face.

I'm joking, Mrs. Sutton.
Please. Vincent here is an old friend.

I wouldn't want him to think
that I was an ogre...

that makes beautiful women
cry into their soup.

That's better.
Thank you.

And now may I tell you
why I insisted on meeting you?

I have something to give you I was sure
would make you feel better about yesterday.

I persuaded the manager,
Mr. Simms, to give me...

the "Mrs. William Sutton Shoplifting Report"
from the store files.

Here it is.
If you will tear it up...

there will no longer be a record
of yesterday's episode on file anywhere.

L... I feel like such a fool.

- How can I ever thank you?
- Please.

- Do you know Tina Cosgrove?
- Not very well. I've been to some of her parties.

She's giving one for me
Tuesday afternoon.

For you?
Then you must be a celebrity.

In Tina's eyes, anybody who attends
three of her parties...

automatically
becomes a celebrity.

I made the grade last month.

- Tina, darling.

What a wonderful party.
Everybody's here.

- I adore people famous enough to know me.

How magnificent, Tina.

Wherever you are,
you always attract the best society.

Don't be silly, dear.
I don't have to attract society.

- I manufacture it.

- I want you to meet my guest of honor.
- Of course.

David. This is Feruccio,
31 st Baron of Ravello.

- How do you do?
- And his adorable fiancée, Taffy Lou.

I'm responsible
for bringing them together.

- You're in the movies, Mr. Korvo.
- No.

Mr. Korvo reads souls, guides
human destinies with the aid of the stars...

and makes fortunes for other people...
at a nominal fee.

How wonderful. I have always admired
fortune-tellers, Mr. Korvo.

- I am not quite a fortune-teller.
- He's a genius.

Before you go, you must attend
one ofhis lectures on hypnotism.

Nor am I quite a hypnotist.

I use a number of sciences
in my experiments with the human family.

For instance, you, Baron,
are obviously born in November.

Late November. Yes?
Sagittarius.

But how do you know that?

You are also a hyperthyroidic type,
plus a thalamus overfunctioning...

and, from the droop of your eyelids
and the overstressed tone of your speech...

with a manic-depressive tendency.

Adding up these various informations,
we get a man of violent temper...

suffering from fits of melancholia who,
within the past year...

has been preoccupied with the thought
of committing suicide.

But how can you know? I have spoken it
to nobody except my Taffy Lou.

How the stars
tell you that?

Not the stars.
My eyes.

They, too, are a science.

The cut has only
recently healed... a bad one.

But this man is marvelous.

You mustn't move a step from now on
without consulting him.

I'll arrange everything.
I'll bring him to Italy for your wedding.

- All it will cost you is expenses
for David and me in Rome.
- It will be a pleasure.

You make us sound like a pair of pickpockets,
which is unfair to one of us.

- Could I get you a drink, Ann?
- Yes, please.

Arrivederci. I hope that your new marriage
will give you something to live for...

- if only a divorce.

- A pure canasta, boys.
- Now.

This will help your headache.

- Does it show?
- Not much. A little squint in your eyes.

How could you tell
the baron was born in November?

Taffy Lou is my protégée. I interviewed her
just an hour before I came to the party.

Very ingenious.

I'm so glad you're here. You make
Tina's party seem an almost human event.

You're wonderfully remote
from this sort of people.

You're wonderfully remote
from this sort of people.

I want to help you, Ann.

Your eyes are full of fear
and tension.

- Have you slept?
- No.

- Not since that day?
- I can't sleep.

- Pills any help?
- They're no good. They don't put me to sleep.

- They just make me jump inside.
- Yes, I know.

- I'll have to ask Bill for some other kind.
- Don't.

Your husband is not entirely a stupid man.
If he finds out you have insomnia...

he'll start looking for its cause
and probably stumble on it.

We don't want to disillusion him
and appear like all the other...

twisted little customers
on his analyst's couch.

- If I could only sleep.
- You need treatment.

And you can't go to a doctor.

Your husband would hear of it at the first
psychoanalytical kaffeeklatsch he attended.

So perhaps you will swallow your prejudice
against a humble astrologer...

whose only medical diploma
is the gratitude of his patients.

Thank you, but I can't possibly
become a patient of yours.

You are already.

The fact that I know
of your kleptomania...

the fact that I know your mind is sick
and threatening to get out of hand...

gives me a medical
position in your life.

- Doesn't it?
- Yes. L...

- I suppose it does.
- Now relax with me.

You don't have to exhaust yourself
trying to seem normal...

the serene and devoted wife who doesn't
dare upset her busy husband.

Your soul can undress
in front of me.

That means that your cure
is already beginning.

I can make you sleep...
every night.

Nine hours of peaceful,
happy sleep.

How?

Trust me.

Look at me.

There are no thoughts
in your mind, no fears.

Trust me.
I can help you.

Don't think of anything.
Forget.

There is nothing to remember.

Just close your eyes
and forget.

- Forget.

Forget.

- Can you hear me, Ann?
- Yes.

You can hear
only my voice.

All other sounds
have faded away.

You will hear only my voice
until I wake you up.

Yes.

You must do what I say.

- Do you know that?
- Yes.

Go to the window.
Draw the curtains.

Go to the door.
Close the door.

Then come back
and sit down.

Now open your eyes.

Close the door.

Give me your hand, Ann.

Put your hand in mine, Ann.

Hold my hand.

Close your eyes.

I'm going to leave an order
in your mind you will obey later.

Yes.

Tonight, at 11:00,
you will go to sleep.

I will go to sleep.

You will fall asleep
at 11:00 tonight...

and you will sleep
for nine hours.

I will sleep for nine hours.

You will remember nothing
that has happened here. Nothing.

You will wake up slowly
and pleasantly.

Wake up now.

- Was I asleep?
- You relaxed for a moment.

- Feel better?
- Oh, yes. Much.

- I really feel so rested.
- And you will sleep tonight without any trouble.

- But if I do...

- Sorry.
- Oh, Terry. Come in.

Well, who was that?

A woman who no longer admires me
as much as she used to.

Her name is Theresa Randolph.
At 3:00 tomorrow, Ann.

- What about 3:00 tomorrow?
- I'll expect you then at my apartment.

- Your apartment?
- You give that simple word
a wealth of sinister meaning...

that almost brings the Victorian era
back into existence.

I work at my hotel. I find it
more convenient and less expensive.

- I'm sorry.
- 3:00 tomorrow?

Yes. I'll be there. Look.
The 31 st baron of Ravello...

Iooks as if he may escape
with all his palaces in your absence.

You'd better do something
about it.

I'm delighted to have brought back
a little of your wit, even at my expense.

In the meantime,
I'll fix up.

How do you like that?
He speaks Italian too.

- Excuse me.
- The poor girl's simply out of her mind.

- Excuse me.
- The poor girl's simply out of her mind.

Oh, dear,
I'm out of powder.

- Care to use mine, Mrs. Sutton?
- Thank you.

- It's a bit dark.
- I like that shade.

- It keeps one from looking
like a corpse in the sunlight.

- I'm Theresa Randolph.
- How do you do?

I owe your husband
a great deal.

- He's a very brilliant and honest man.
- Yes. He is all of that.

Have you known David Korvo
long, Mrs. Sutton?

Not very.

I have.

Of course, it's none
of my business, my dear.

I belong to no
wives' protective association.

What do you mean?

I mean only to be helpful.

- I'd like to warn you about David.
- Warn me?

Aren't you being rather presumptuous,
Mrs. Randolph?

You have no reason to be jealous of me.
I'm old enough to be your mother.

- Jealous?
- He's after your money,
Mrs. Sutton, and he'll get it.

He'll keep after you
till he has what he wants. He never stops.

- He's lived off women all of his life.
- That's contemptible.

I won't listen to you. I forbid you ever
to talk to me like this about David Korvo.

- I warn you. I won't stand for it.
- Girls! Girls!

Battling over dear David
in my bedroom.

It's the most dramatic thing
that ever happened in it.

Three days and three nights
without you.

That's a great sacrifice
to make for psychiatry.

Would you like me to go along, Bill?
I love San Francisco.

It would bore you to death.

Afternoon and evening sessions.

I wouldn't go myself if I weren't slated
for one of the main discussions.

Of course you must go.

I'll be lonely
but very proud of you.

- Oh, darling, I'm all greasy.
- A minor handicap.

You have a good time
at the Cosgrove party this afternoon?

- Yes, very nice.
- I'm glad.

- Who was there?
- Oh, the usual people.

The greatest kick I get when
we go to a party together...

is when people stare at you and say,
"Who is that lovely girl?"

"Why, that's Dr. Sutton's wife.
She's very devoted to him."

My head swells up
like a balloon.

Thanks, darling.

Oh, I'm terribly sleepy.

- What time is it?
- Just 11:00.

I'm sorry, but l...
I've got to sleep.

I'll put out the light
in just a minute.

Well...

my sleeping beauty.

Take off your robe
and slippers.

Hey.

Hello, Daisy?
I'm expecting a visitor, a Mrs. Sutton.

Will you tell the desk
to send her right up?

Don't put through any calls
until I let you know.

Thank you.

Daisy, I told you I didn't want
to be disturbed.

Palm Springs?
All right, put her through.

Oh, Terry. I was wondering who could be
in Palm Springs on a Wednesday.

No. I told you I'd have
the money for you by the first.

You're not gonna get a chance
to exercise your new martyr complex...

and ruin both of us.

You're gonna pay every dollar you owe
to your loving daughter...

and live on
as an honest woman.

My dear old ex-adored...

I don't think it's any
of your stupid business...

just where I get the money...
or how.

Yes, granted I'm an oily rascal.

Yes, I agree. A liar, a swindler and...
What was that last one?

Oh, yes, without a trace
of human conscience.

Very good.
You're in top form today, Terry.

Almost makes me lonesome
for your faded charms.

No, I won't have it
for you tomorrow.

I told you it would take at least another
week. And watch yourself, my dear.

Mars and the minor planets are entering
your seventh house until the 21 st.

That may mean serious trouble for you
unless you're very careful.

- Have fun.

- Is Mr. Korvo in?
- Mrs. Sutton?

- Yes.
- Please go right up. Apartment 9B.

- Where's the house telephone?
- Right over there, but Mr. Korvo's expecting you.

Thank you.

Apartment 9B, please.

Hello. Oh, my dear Ann.
Where are you?

You're very prompt.
That's always a virtue in a patient.

Please come up... 9B.

What? My dear Ann,
you're being utterly absurd.

I always see my patients
in my apartment.

Well, it's my office.

Very well. L... I bow
to your abysmal scruples.

Hello, my dear. May I say your conduct
is a bit disturbing to a man of integrity.

- I'm sorry to disturb you.
- I do not surround my work
with the impressive gadgets...

favored by your husband
and his fellow professors...

such as downy couches
and recording machines.

But my professional ethics,
unorthodox as they may be...

do not include
practicing medicine in a lobby.

Isn't there
a bar or grill open?

Forgive me
for my lack of understanding.

It's not me you're afraid of
but yourself.

Relax. Let's go in here,
and you'll be safe...

from any unwifely impulses.

You're a bit smug...
and rather stupid, Mr. Korvo.

Indignation in a patient
is always a sign of progress.

As your doctor, may I call attention
to the illogic of your behavior?

How much better
to sit unnoticed in my apartment...

than to squat here
and be seen by everybody...

holding an alcoholic
rendezvous with a man.

You make me feel very young.

I haven't heard that seductive line
since my college days.

Were they happy days?

- Yes.
- Happier than now?

I know you, Ann,
better than you know yourself.

You're unhappy.
You're miserable.

You've locked yourself away in a characterization...
the serene and devoted wife.

That playacting
is destroying you.

- You know, you make me ashamed to be here.
- Why?

Because I should have
gone to my husband, not to you.

Your husband
can't cure you, Ann.

He's the one
who made you sick.

- That's nonsense.
- You mustn't be afraid of what you want.

It's better than stealing...

better than exploding
with neuroses.

You misunderstand me.

I'm not looking
for a love affair.

Vincent.

- Afraid of being plied with liquor?
- I'll have a martini.

- Two martinis, Vincent.
- Yes, Mr. Korvo.

- Did you sleep last night?
- Yes.

Nine hours. I woke up this morning
absolutely a new woman...

as if there were
nothing wrong with me.

I should think that would inspire
a little trust toward your doctor.

- May I be frank?
- Please.

I heard things about you yesterday
which may or may not be true.

From Mrs. Randolph,
a former patient of mine...

who has transferred her hallucinations
to your husband's office.

- Hardly a sound source of information.
- Possibly not.

But I'm grown-up enough
to know your technique.

You have a talent for making a woman
feel close and dependent on you.

I can release you
from a torture chamber...

called Mrs. William Sutton.

- I'm afraid you're wasting your time.
- Sit down, please.

I understand you completely.

You adore your husband,
and you want me in your life...

only as a man who can put you to sleep
rather than wake you up.

Yes. And I'll pay you...
$50 for each treatment.

And I'll come every day.

Where do you want your treatments,
here in a barroom?

Why not?

Terry Randolph can be...
quite a nuisance.

Will you give me her address?
I feel awful about the way I talked to her.

I think I should
write her a note.

Call her up right now. Tell her
you've taken her warnings to heart...

and you intend to use me only as a doctor...
at a distance of four paces.

- What's her telephone number?
- The switchboard girl will get her for you.

- Thanks.
- Daisy.

Please, will you get me
Mrs. Theresa Randolph on the phone?

Vincent.

Vincent.
Uh, a small accident.

- Clean that up quickly
and bring us two more martinis.
- Yes, sir. Right away.

- Hurry it up, will you, Vincent?
- Yes, sir.

Mrs. Randolph doesn't answer.
Shall I try again later?

Yes, please. I'll be in the bar
with Mr. Korvo.

- Well?
- She wasn't home.

Oh, too bad.
Ah, finish your drink.

Relax, and we'll begin
our treatment.

Give me that.

- Dead?
- Yeah.

Turn off the burglar alarm.
I'll call the police.

Operator.
Police department, please.

This is your statement,
Mrs. Sutton.

If there's anything you don't agree with,
please mention it.

"Formal statement given by Ann Sutton,
resident of Westwood, California.

"Witnessed by
LieutenantJames Colton...

"Sergeant RobertJeffreys
and Dr. Peter Devall, psychiatrist...

"at the Los Angeles Police Station,
City Hall...

"11:20 p.m., June 3, 1949.

"Question:
'What is your name, please? '

"Answer:
'Mrs. William Sutton.'

"Question: 'W here do you live? '
Answer: '725 Willow Drive.'

"Question:"What time did you leave your house
this evening? 'Answer: "I don't remember. '

"Question:"Will you tell us why you went
to Mrs. Theresa Randolph's house? '

"Answer:"I don't know. '
"Now, Mrs. Sutton, will you please tell us...

""how did you get into the house... that is,
the home of Mrs. Randolph? '

"Answer:"I don't remember. '
Question: "Do you know that Mrs. Randolph...

""was strangled to death between the hours
of 9:00 and 10:00 tonight? '

"Answer:"Yes, I know. '
"You admit, Mrs. Sutton...

""that the scarffound around
Mrs. Randolph's neck...

""and now displayed before you
is yours? '

"Answer:"Yes, it is my scarf.'

"Question: 'T his pin
with the clasp broken...

"'was found on the floor
near the murdered body.

"'Did you drop it while you
were strangling Theresa Randolph? '

"Answer: 'I don't know.' Question:
'Had you any reason for hating Mrs. Randolph? '

- Answer: "Yes."
- That's not true. I didn't hate her.

But you said you did.

- I heard you.
- I couldn't have.

I don't remember going there,
I tell you.

I couldn't have done it.
I couldn't!

Unless...

Unless I'm crazy.

Unless I'm crazy.

If you wish, I can remove that remark
about hating Mrs. Randolph...

from your statement.

Doesn't matter.

It's all so mad.

I'll continue reading then.

"Question: 'Did you go to Mrs. Randolph's
house for the purpose of killing her? '

- Answer: "I don't remember going there."

Hello?

San Francisco.

This Dr. William Sutton?

- I'm sorry. I can't hear you.
Would you mind repeating...

Yes, Mrs. Randolph's
a patient of mine.

What?

You can make
the 2:00 plane, Doctor.

I'd appreciate it if you
come right to my office at City Hall.

He'll be here pretty soon.

You didn't have to tell him like that,
over the telephone. He'll think...

What'll he think,
Mrs. Sutton?

That I did it,
that I killed her.

Do you wish to state now
that you didn't, Mrs. Sutton?

I don't know.

I don't know
what happened.

I can't remember anything.

I'm dreaming all this!

What do you say, Doc?
Can she follow?

Yes, I think so.

- The shock is wearing off.

There's just a little more,
Mrs. Sutton.

"Question: 'Is there anything
more you wish to add...

"'to this statement, Mrs. Sutton? '
Answer: 'No.'

"Question: 'Y ou admit that this
statement was given by you...

"'of your own free will,
voluntarily, no promise...

"'of immunity or threats of
violence were used on you...

"'and, after it's
reduced to writing...

"'you're ready to sign it? '
Answer: 'I 'll sign it.'

Finished, 11:43 p.m."

Here you are,
Mrs. Sutton.

Bottom of the page, please.

Thank you.

All right, Bob.

Let's go.

I don't care what she signed.
She's not guilty of murder.

I've put it in the open, Doctor, because
I'd like to ask you some questions...

that might clear things up
for both of us.

Did your wife ever
talk to you about David Korvo?

What's David Korvo
got to do with her?

Dr. Sutton, I know
this is tough for you...

but you're entitled
to know all the facts.

Your wife was tied up with David Korvo
kind of intimately.

That's ridiculous.

I don't believe it.

I refuse to listen to that kind of talk
about my wife.

I'd listen if I were you.

It's part of the case
against her.

- You can't tell me my wife and David...
- Sorry, Doctor, to rub it in...

but we have witnesses
to their relation...

the staff at Korvo's hotel.

That... can't be true.

It must be part of some
fantastic plot against Ann.

Last week, your wife denounced
Mrs. Randolph in a fit of jealousy...

for coming between her
and Korvo.

It happened at a party.

Your wife paid daily visits to Korvo's hotel
for a week before the murder.

She sat drinking with him
in the barroom.

She quarreled with him there one day,
broke a glass...

then rushed out
to telephone Mrs. Randolph.

- You have witnesses for that?
- Yes.

When can I talk to my wife?

Now if you want to.

She's waiting in Dr. Devall's office.
Get her, will you, Bob?

You understand it'll have
to be in front of me?

- If I could have 10 minutes alone with her?
- Sorry. Police regulations.

But we'll stay
out of your way.

We're not trying to throw any curves
in this case, Doctor.

- It isn't necessary.

Please, don't cry.

I won't.

Thanks.

Sit down, Ann.

I think I ought
to explain, Doctor, that...

anything your wife says
in answer to your questions...

may be used against her.

We understand.

Bill, there's something
wrong with me.

Help me. Please.

I'm going to help you
with everything I've got...

regardless of
any other circumstances.

What other circumstances?

You'll tell me the truth, Ann?
Will you?

Of course, darling.

I want to hear
about David Korvo.

Why, I met him
just a few times.

- Go on.
- That's all, Bill.

He hasn't got anything
to do with this.

- He has.
- How?

- You've been to his hotel.
- No.

You were seen there with him
time and again, drinking.

Yes, that's right.
I met him in the bar.

I meant I never went
to his apartment.

You fought with Mrs. Randolph at a party
because you were jealous of her.

Jealous?

How can you think that?

Do you love him, Ann?

Oh, no. No, Bill.

It's nothing like that.

Ann, forget that
I'm your husband.

That doesn't matter now.

We'll talk about that side of it later
when you're out of your present danger.

The truth is you've been seeing Korvo
for weeks at his hotel.

He was helping me...
because I was sick.

And you went to a quack
like Korvo for doctoring?

Yes.

You were sick.

What was the matter
with you?

Ann, how did it start?
How did you meet him?

You wanted to tell me.
Tell me.

I'm mixed up, Bill.
What are you asking me?

How did you meet
David Korvo?

You won't believe me...

no matter what I tell you.

You don't want
to hear the truth.

You won't let me tell it.

- You think I'm lying.
- You are.

- No, Bill.
- Does this cheap parasite mean this much to you...

that you're willing to wreck everything
to cover up for him?

- Cover up for him? How?
- You saw him kill her.
You're trying to protect him!

Oh, no. No, Bill.
I didn't see him.

You don't believe me!

I'm afraid it's pretty obvious, Doctor.
She was lying.

Yes, she seemed
to be lying...

about David Korvo.

We've been married
quite a while.

It's a very nice marriage.

I only mention it because I want you
to understand why she had to lie to me.

It's very hard telling that kind of truth
to a husband who's...

trusted you.

I see.

You charging her with murder,
Lieutenant?

Yes.

Tell your lawyer.

She didn't do it.

She's protecting Korvo.

He killed Mrs. Randolph.

You see, I was
Mrs. Randolph's doctor.

Korvo made love to her
and swindled her out of $60,000.

The money was an inheritance and belonged
to a daughter who was coming of age this month.

- Mrs. Randolph told you all this?
- Yes, in the course of her analysis.

You can hear the recordings yourself
if you come down with me to my office.

Lieutenant Colton. Yes.

Who'd you ask?

Get ahold of the manager.
Maybe he'll know where he is.

That was a report
on Korvo.

- He's not at his hotel.
- You let him get away. He escaped.

Take it easy, Doctor.

- If you have any facts, I'll be glad to hear them.
- But he's gotten away!

Facts, Doctor. You say that Korvo
and Mrs. Randolph together...

stole $60,000
of her daughter's money.

Yes.

I advised Mrs. Randolph to tell
her daughter the truth...

and to take David Korvo into court
and face the whole rotten mess...

as the only way
she could keep her health.

She agreed. She saw Korvo and gave him a week
to return the money before taking action.

He beat her up
and threatened to kill her.

But she was determined
to go through with it.

She was gonna notify her daughter
and a lawyer on Monday.

- Korvo killed her to keep from
going to jail as a swindler.

Hold it a minute.
Sounds pretty solid to me.

Lieutenant Colton.

You have, eh?
Where is he?

What?

Okay. Get over there.
I'll be right with you.

They found Korvo.

You can come along
if you want to.

In here, Lieutenant.

Lieutenant Colton,
Homicide.

I'm Dr. Wayne,
house physician.

How long have you known
this patient, Doctor?

Ayear or so.

- He's David Korvo?
- That's right.

I don't like to interfere, Doctor.

Go right ahead.

- When was Mr. Korvo operated on?
- 2:00 p.m. Yesterday.

- That's about 16 hours ago.
- Yes.

You were present
during the surgery?

I assisted Dr. Winslow.

What surgery was done?

- Gall bladder removal.
- How is he?

He'll be all right.

Let it go too long.
They usually do.

I advised him
six months ago.

May I look at the chart?

- You're Dr. Sutton, aren't you?
- Yes.

Thought I recognized you.

Give Doctor the chart,
Miss Elliott.

The fever's up.
This indicates an infection.

Yes. Went up at night.

Had to do a lot of sewing inside.
It may be a stitch infection.

Penicillin ought to bring
that temperature down in a few hours.

- What's he getting?
- Saline solution, intravenous.

He's kind of weak.
Lost a lot of blood.

Can't take food or water
for two days.

- Just wet his lips a bit, Miss Carroll.
- Yes, Doctor.

Might I ask the reason
for these questions, Lieutenant?

- We're checking on Mr. Korvo's whereabouts.
- Mmm. When?

Between 9:00 and 10:00
last night.

Guess you found out.

Yes, guess we did.

- Thanks for the cooperation, Doctor.
- Glad to be of any help.

There's something wrong
with it.

- There's something wrong about
what we saw at that hospital.

I know how you feel, Doctor. I've had theories
blow up in my face kind of often.

I'd forget about Korvo and get a lawyer
for my wife if I were you.

It's not a theory, Lieutenant.
You'll hear facts.

I didn't tell you
half of them.

I don't care how, when or why,
but it's Korvo.

- I put them in here myself.

Miss Hall. Miss Hall, where are
the Randolph recordings?

I don't know, Doctor.

You put them away yourself
the day you left for San Francisco.

Yes, that's right.
But they're not in here.

Anybody besides you
know the combination?

- Miss Hall and my wife.
- Your wife?

Yes. She keeps
her jewels in here.

- Did you open the safe
while I was gone, Miss Hall?
- No, Doctor, I did not.

- How long have you worked
for Dr. Sutton, Miss Hall?
- Six years.

She couldn't have taken them.
I know it.

Try to remember.
It's important.

- Did you move them?
- No, Doctor.

- Did you ever hear what was on those recordings?
- No.

I never heard
any of the recordings.

- Dr. Sutton ever tell you what was on them?
- No.

Doctor never discusses
his patients with me.

You think I made it up?
You think there are no recordings.

I'm not lying, Lieutenant.
You've got to believe me.

Well, maybe they'll turn up.

I'd like to see the rest of the house,
Doctor, if you don't mind.

Save me coming back.

This your wife's handwriting,
Doctor?

Yes.

Would you say
that was meant for you?

I don't know.

I'll take it along.

You better
get yourself some sleep.

I'll give you a ring
if I turn up anything new.

- I'm Martin Avery, Dr. Sutton's lawyer.
- Lieutenant Colton.

Bill, you know how I feel.

Ann is like a sister to me.

I've just seen her.

I'm your friend
as well as your lawyer, Bill.

Situation may change,
but right now...

Well, it's bad, Bill,
very bad.

There's no use
beating around the bush.

Ann is not responsible.
That's our only and best defense... insanity.

The man Korvo drove her crazy.

We can prove this
both medically and legally.

Bill, I know what a shock it must be
to have found out this thing about Ann.

Yes, it's a shock
if it's true.

I'm afraid it is, Bill.

Of course, there are
several angles to it.

She may not be guilty
of the actual murder.

She may have seen Korvo do the thing
and is trying to protect him.

- There's not much difference.
- Or she may have been
taking treatments from the man.

The fellow's a hypnotist
among his other shady practices.

He may have hypnotized her,
given her a suggestion to kill the woman.

You can't make anyone
act under hypnosis...

contrary to their strong
religious or moral convictions.

Unless she was jealous of the woman
and hated her...

and he used that.

Yes, if she were jealous.

Meaning... she loved him.

Sit down, Dr. Sutton.

I'll try not to doze off
if you want to talk to me, Dr. Sutton.

My fever's down.
Back to 101, I think.

I'd give a lot
for a sip of water.

Please sit down.
Easier for me to talk to you.

Police still holding Ann?

Yes.

Stupid.
Arresting an innocent woman.

Medical chart meet
with your approval, Dr. Sutton?

You were in
great pain last night.

The notation of
an oversensitive nurse.

A few spasms.

Does Ann know I'm here?

I don't know.

I meant to call her this morning
until I read the papers.

Rather, the nurse
read them to me.

My eyes aren't focusing yet.

Typical police bungling,
the whole thing.

Ann isn't guilty.

What makes you certain?

The motive... jealousy.
Completely stupid.

Ann wasn't jealous.

Just a few days ago, in my apartment,
we discussed Terry Randolph thoroughly.

My wife was never
in your apartment.

If you insist.

What was said by you
and my wife about Mrs. Randolph...

wherever it was said?

I told Ann
I was through with Terry...

and she believed me.

A man of experience always knows
when a woman believes him.

She was all over herjealousy.

Oh, sorry.

It's hard to think.

Full of drugs.

Shouldn't have said that to you.

Why not?

Wrong to tell things
to a husband.

What are you telling me?
Say it.

Say it straight, Korvo.

I didn't know one had to blueprint
the facts of life for a great psychoanalyst.

You're lying.

You're not drugged.
You're acting.

You want me to think
Ann loved you.

You want me to believe that,
don't you?

Don't you, you cheap rat?

Your bedside manner
is a little odd...

even for a psychoanalyst.

Poor Ann. In jail.

In real danger.

And you bellowing
with wounded vanity.

If you can rid yourself of some of your
husbandly egomania...

maybe we can both
help save Ann.

- What do you want?
- I'm Dr. Sutton.

- I was told Lieutenant Colton was here.
- You'll have to wait downstairs.

Let him in, Andy.

Nothing in any of these,
Lieutenant.

Thought you'd be getting yourself
some sleep, Doctor.

- Did you find anything?
- Nothing.

Fingerprints all Korvo's.

A lot of correspondence,
mostly bills.

Hey, Lieutenant.

Finally got a bite, Lieutenant.

- Looks like a woman's.
- Yeah.

Index, middle finger and thumb,
all clear as rain.

Looks like the lady
was her, all right.

Bring these to my office.

Keep looking.

Coming, Doctor?

Hello, Ann.

Come. Sit down.

Did you get any sleep, Ann?

I've talked it over with Bill,
and we've decided on a line of procedure.

We'll plead not guilty
and not guilty by reason of insanity.

Does Bill want me
put away as a lunatic?

Is that the procedure?

Ann, we want to save you,
Bill as much as I.

We'll prove that your relationship
with this man Korvo...

- unbalanced your reason
temporarily and drove you to...
- He had nothing to do with me.

He didn't unbalance me or drive
me to anything. Bill did.

I don't think there's any point
in my listening to this, Lieutenant.

No, don't listen to it.
Run away from the truth...

as you have ever since
you married me.

You made me playact.
I had to pretend I was healthy and happy...

when I was sick and miserable.

Headaches.
I couldn't sleep.

Afraid to tell you.
Afraid to lose your wonderful love.

Locked away in the characterization
of a serene and devoted wife.

- I imagine that's Mr. Korvo's diagnosis.
- Yes, and he helped me sleep.

- By making love to you.
- I was never alone with him.

- You didn't visit his apartment?
- No, never. I refused.

He asked me,
but I didn't trust him.

Why do you keep sticking to this story?
Ann, for your own sake, stop lying.

- I'm telling the truth.
- No, you're not!

I've talked to him.
I've been to his apartment.

You were there.
There's proof.

You can't sit there and deny a love affair
that's known to everyone.

To the police. To me.
To a hundred witnesses.

You've made your choice.
You don't want my help.

I can't be of any more
use here, Lieutenant.

I'm sorry, Ann.

He'll be back.

No. He's gone.

He hates me now.

He doesn't hate you.
He's exhausted and miserable.

He was right.

I've been lying to him.

I can say it now
because it doesn't matter.

I'll never see him again.

Would you care to make
a new statement, Mrs. Sutton?

- I'm entitled to hear that
privately first, Lieutenant.
- That's up to her.

Privately?

It doesn't matter.

I've brought him
such horrible troubles, and l...

and I only wanted
to love him.

My husband's a very nice man.

I don't think there are
any nicer or kinder.

Wasn't his fault.

It was the way I am.

I'm telling you all this because it... it has
something to do with what happened to me.

I'm a thief.

What?

- I stole.
- What did you steal, Mrs. Sutton?

I stole.

It will be better
if he divorces me.

He must, for his sake.

He can't be married
to a thief.

I did it before... stole...
in school...

when my father wouldn't
let me spend money.

And even after he died,
he tied it all up in a trust fund.

Thousands and thousands of dollars,
but I could never have a new dress...

or have anything I wanted.

That's how I fooled my father...

by stealing.

He didn't love me.
He thought he did, but he didn't.

Nobody ever caught me.

I thought it was over
when I left school and met Bill.

I wanted to tell him...

but I was afraid he couldn't
love anybody who'd done that.

I didn't tell him.

It came back.
Because he was like my father.

He treated me
like my father did...

and I had to do it again!

I tried not to.
I couldn't sleep and got a pain...

and had to do it again.

I stole a pin from a store.

The Wilshire Department Store.
He saw me.

- Who?
- Korvo.

He helped me get away
after they caught me.

And that began
your relation with Korvo.

I've told it.

Is there anything you wish
to add, Mrs. Sutton?

Take her back now.

- Well, Doc?
- I don't know. She may be telling the truth.

Or she may be laying a foundation
for an insanity plea.

She's telling the truth.

That gives us our first link
in Korvo's hold over her... blackmail.

Quite a peculiar customer,
this Korvo.

I'm Lieutenant Colton,
Homicide Bureau.

I saw you...
this morning, I think.

- Feel like talking?
- Eh, not much.

I won't bother you
too long then.

How'd you happen
to meet Mrs. Sutton?

- I imagine she's told you.
- You tell me.

We're checking with
the Wilshire Department Store.

So if it's true,
you might as well tell me.

- It's true.
- You saw her steal a pin and helped her out.

That's right, Lieutenant.

I understand you had quite a talk
with her husband this morning.

Yes. Difficult conversation.

But civilized.
No blows struck.

Told all, eh?
Kinda let her down in a hurry.

I'm a bit too adult to cover up
for that kind of a woman.

What kind is that,
Mr. Korvo?

The disloyal wife.
Don't misunderstand me.

Personally, I have nothing against women
betraying their husbands.

Even our government
is against monopoly.

Oh, I seem to have
offended you.

I take it from your
unpoliceman-like blushes...

that you're
a happily married man.

I was.

She died last month.

- Sorry.
- Gall bladder operation, like yours.

Only it didn't
turn out so well...

from a lot of angles.

- That operation of yours
saved you a lot of trouble.
- In what way, Lieutenant?

You'd have made
a pretty good suspect.

Better than poor Ann?

Much.

I'll talk it over with you sometime
when you're feeling better.

Just a minute.

You've made a rather
startling accusation, Lieutenant.

It's not fair
to leave on that.

Well, we hear you extorted
$60,000 from Mrs. Randolph.

She was threatening
to pull you into court to get it back.

You beat up Mrs. Randolph...

threatened to kill her
if she exposed you as a trimmer.

She died just in time
for you to miss that.

May I ask who is responsible
for these rather stupid rumors?

Dr. Sutton.

The husband of a woman who
seems to be guilty of murder?

- At least according to the police.
- Maybe he has evidence.

You mean the recordings
of Mrs. Randolph's analysis by Dr. Sutton?

You know about that?

Oh, it's one of the latest
wrinkles in psychiatry...

wiretapping the subconscious.

The babblings of an elderly siren
being treated for mental disorders...

are hardly evidence...

even for a third degree,
Lieutenant.

That's why you're here.

You've been listening to Mrs. Randolph
accusing me from beyond the grave.

Why not let me hear the recordings,
Lieutenant?

I think I'm entitled to know
what else is in them, Lieutenant.

I have a certain standing
that might well be ruined by...

What else is in them,
Lieutenant?

I'll tell you some other time.

I don't want to tire you now.

Good night, Mr. Korvo.

I had to see you, Lieutenant.

They told me
you'd gone home.

I was going to
turn in for a while.

I advise you to go home
and do the same.

Oh, but this is important.

All right.
Come on in.

Kind of empty in here.
I usually go in the kitchen.

This afternoon,
after I walked out on Ann...

I began to think.

You know, it's curious when a husband
can ignore eight years of devotion...

when a tiny suspicion
flies into his heart.

- Yes, it's tough when it happens, Doc.
- But it didn't happen.

That's the first sane thought that's come
to me since this thing started.

A woman like Ann
doesn't change suddenly.

Some fingerprints
and a few odd circumstances...

can't wipe out a woman's heart
and character as if they'd never existed.

- It's hard for a man to believe that his wife...
- But I'm not believing it.

I've got the key to the whole thing now,
and I want you to listen with an open mind.

All right.
We'll talk it over if you insist.

I'll make some coffee.

You saw me behave
like a blind idiot this afternoon.

I'm supposed to have a brain,
a training, a science for helping people.

And I've been sounding off
like a subhuman...

attacking a woman that's consciously
never done a wrong thing.

- You've got to believe me.
- I'm listening.

This morning, when we found the recordings
gone from my office, I knew who had taken them.

I couldn't bear to tell you,
but I knew.

Ann. No one else
could have taken them.

I didn't tell you because it meant she had
stolen them to protect Korvo.

Consciously stolen them for him.

- That's what I thought.
- All the more reason for thinking so now, Doctor.

- She's admitted being a thief.
- But that's the whole point.

Avery told me what she'd said
after I'd left.

Her kleptomania.

It's probably a neurosis
from her childhood.

I'm not sure before I talk to her,
and it'll take time to straighten her out.

But now that I know,
well, I've got lots of time.

Nothing but time
as soon as she gets home.

Her getting home is something
I wouldn't bank on too much, Doctor.

He couldn't make her steal under hypnosis
unless she was already a thief.

And that's how it happened.
He made her steal the records...

and go to Mrs. Randolph's house
under hypnosis...

and be found there with the dead woman
when the police came in.

That would make a good line of defense
if you could figure out who did the killing.

- Korvo.
- Wait a minute, Doctor.

I've been willing to go along with you,
but his alibi's solid.

- I tell you it was Korvo.
- You're butting your head against a stone wall.

I don't like him either.
But he's accounted for. You saw him.

He's not accounted for.
His alibi stinks to high heaven.

Here. I brought this
out of my files for you.

It's a U.P. Story under a Hamburg dateline...
December 10, 1948.

Absolutely authenticated.
Dr. Theodore Herr, a surgeon...

operated on himself
under self-hypnosis...

removed his appendix in an operation
that took four-and-a-half hours.

He got up off the operating table
and went to work for the rest of the day.

- No pain. No shock.
- I can't go along with this, Doctor. I'm sorry.

That's what happened. Korvo hypnotized himself
and slipped out of the hospital at 8:00...

and went off and killed Mrs. Randolph
as he threatened to do.

Then he came back.
His fever was up to 104.

The chart showed a sudden rise.
Remember?

You're not helping your wife any
with these loony theories, Doctor.

I happen to know
what a gall bladder operation is like.

Look, Lieutenant,
I'd like one favor.

- Can't do people favors in a murder case.
- Ann can solve the case for you.

Okay. I'll let her
work on it tomorrow.

The solution is hidden in her brain,
and I can bring it out.

Let me take her to Mrs. Randolph's house
where she was found.

- There, her memory can be awakened.
- That's enough theories.

- I'm tired.
- Once she starts remembering,
there's a good chance...

I can get her
to retrace her movements...

tell us where she took the recordings,
tell us Korvo's orders given under hypnosis.

- It can be done, I tell you.
- Not by me. I have to do things my own way.

- Look, Lieutenant, this is
a special case. My wife...
- Look, Doctor...

there's nothing special about your wife
any more than anybody else...

that gets mixed up
in a murder case.

I've given you
all the breaks I can.

- It means nothing to you what I've been saying.
- Not a thing.

- You won't take us there, for one hour?
- No chance.

I'm not gonna make a fool of myself
on this case...

listening to
a punchy psychoanalyst.

I guess I'm the fool...
twice in one day.

I can't expect you
to see Ann with my eyes.

She's my wife,
not yours.

Sorry to have bothered you.
See you tomorrow.

Daisy tells me the police
were here this morning.

It's a shame to bother you
when you're so sick.

That's the way the police are.

Always walk right in.

- I knew Mrs. Randolph rather well.
- Yes, the girls were saying...

What were the girls saying?

There's a big new story
in the papers this afternoon...

about the police suspecting
somebody besides Mrs. Sutton.

- Who?
- They don't give any names...

but seems there are recordings
of Mrs. Randolph's accusing somebody.

They say these recordings would show
who the real murderer was...

no matter what alibi he has.

And they're hunting
all over town for them.

- Who's hunting?
- The police.

They say that a new arrest will be made
as soon as they ind the recordings.

There. I think
you'll sleep tonight.

In case you don't,
Miss Carroll's on the floor. She has the pills.

Tell her not to disturb me,
please.

- Want your light out, Mr. Korvo?
- Yes.

I just want to sleep.

- Good night, Mr. Korvo.
- Good night.

I will relax.

I'm going into a deep trance.

All pain is leaving me.

I'm getting stronger...

stronger.

There is no pain.

The pain is gone.

It doesn't hurt me.

Nothing hurts me.

I can move without pain.

I can walk.

I'm strong...

strong.

I'm able to do what I want.

It doesn't hurt.

I can walk.

Colton talking.
Who's this?

Listen, Andy, get Mrs. Sutton
down in my office.

I'll be there in 15 minutes.

And what's
Dr. Sutton's number?

Analysis, Mrs. Theresa Randolph...

ninth week, June 1, 1949.

I have so much to tell you, Dr. Sutton.

- I saw David.
- I'm glad you did.

I faced him.

He insisted on meeting me
at the Green Star Motel.

We used to meet there
at the beginning.

He thought...

That's all right, Mrs. Randolph.
I can imagine what he thought.

He came in beaming.

And he put his arms around me
and started to make love to me.

I said to him...

"David, stop that.
You're ridiculous. '"

He kept trying to kiss me,
and I laughed at him.

He stood pouting
like an idiot.

I felt strong, Doctor,
and cleansed...

to feel him out of my nerves,
out of my skin.

Even his voice...
it used to thrill me so...

Even his voice...
it used to thrill me so...

sounded stupid.

- Did you tell him your plan?
- Yes. Yes, I told him.

I told him that he had until Monday,
not one day longer...

and then I was writing
my daughter's guardian the full story.

And... And going to
my lawyer on Monday.

And that I wasn't afraid
to face what I'd done.

Wouldn't you
be more comfortable if you
removed your hat, Mrs. Randolph?

- I can't.
- Why not?

I'm so ashamed.

I hoped I wouldn't
have to tell you.

But I will.

He beat me.
He hit my face.

- The hat hides the bruises.

He beat me,
and he said he'd kill me...

before Monday
unless I changed my mind.

The motel owner
really saved my life. He...

Bill, l...

I can't remember anything.

I'm trying, but I can't.

You're resisting me.

You could tell me, if you wanted to,
all that happened.

- I do want to.
- No.

You've always had to
hide the truth from me.

Your mind does it by itself
out of long habit.

But... But you know
the truth now.

I'm not hiding anymore.

I'm trying to remember.

Ann...

when did you
first steal something?

Please, tell me.

In school.
Several times.

When you married me, I insisted that you
start with me as a poor doctor's wife...

that you don't spend
your own money.

That brought back
the neurosis.

My acting like your father
made you steal again.

You hate me.
You can't love a thief.

You're not a thief.

You're someone I've injured
by being blind.

And I'll cure you, Ann.

It might take some time...

but if you'll trust me now...

Oh, I will.
I love you.

I don't like to interrupt,
Doctor...

but I'm here as a police officer,
not a chaperone.

If your wife can't remember,
we might as well call it off.

She'll remember.

Ann, you don't have to
hide anything from me...

ever again.

There's something in my mind
that's stopping me from...

Korvo gave you
an order to forget.

He placed it in your mind
while you were under hypnosis.

You're obeying his order.

Don't obey him anymore, Ann.

Yes.

I remember.

The fireplace.

The log fell.

I put it back.

You're right.

He made me come here.

I remember.

He must have
made me do things.

- Horrible things.
- He made you do nothing horrible.

- Darling, try to remember for me.
- I don't think it's going to work, Doctor.

Yes. Wait.

I remember.

She was sitting here.

Her head was hanging down.

I touched her face.

Before you came here, you went
to my office. Do you remember that?

Yes.

- I opened the safe.
- To take something out.

The Randolph recordings.

Where did you take them?

- I hid them.
- Where?

- I don't know.
- Yes, you do.

Oh, Bill, I'm not lying.
I'll never lie anymore to you.

You'll never have to. I won't make you.
I love you as you are.

Bill, l...
I put them away.

Where?

In a closet.

In this house.

When I came in...
I remember...

I moved them from one hand
to the other to open a door.

Yes, that door.
I put them in there.

Bill, l...
I'm frightened.

You're tired. When we get home,
we'll go away for a trip.

Home.

Nothing in here, Doctor.

Lot of coats hanging.
No sign of any records.

They must be there.

I put them on a shelf
under the shelf paper.

I know she's telling the truth.
They must be there.

- Don't move, Ann.

When they come back, tell them the records
are upstairs in one of the upstairs bedrooms.

I can get away
if you do that.

Otherwise,
I shall have to shoot.

Please believe
what I'm saying.

Ann, don't rely on my sanity.

Send them upstairs.
If I get away, no one will be killed.

Ann, the records
are not in the closet.

- I want you to try remembering again.
- Your wife looks tired, Doctor.

- We can come back tomorrow.
- Her memory's working now.

- It'll work just as well in the morning.
- Yes, tomorrow.

You promised me an hour,
Lieutenant.

If she can't tell us any more,
we'll search the house.

- We can begin with this room.
- Oh, Bill.

- I remember now.
- What?

- Upstairs.
- You took the recordings upstairs?

- Yes, to a bedroom.
- Are you certain?

Yes, in... in a bedroom closet
on the shelf.

- We'll have a look.
- Bill, I'm lying!

I can't lie to you anymore,
no matter what happens.

They're not upstairs. Bill, he's here.
He's hiding there. Korvo.

Don't move your hand,
Lieutenant.

I'll shoot.

Stand still.

The records you're looking for
are in a very natural place...

on the phonograph.

I found them
somewhat amusing.

I didn't see him after this.

- They'll entertain you, I hope,
- But he telephoned me.

- During my departure.
- He woke me up in the middle of the night.

He said,
"I'm not pretending, Terry.

"I will kill you
if you force me to.

- And nobody'll ever know who did it. '"
- Don't move.

- Then he denounced you, Dr. Sutton.
- You're bleeding to death, Korvo.

- Look.
- He said he hated you...

- and that you were responsible for everything.
- Stay there.

- And I said, "Yes. '"
- You'd better let us help you.

- Dr. Sutton has given me the
strength to live as a human.
- Stand back.

You're too clever for this, Korvo.
You know you can't get away.

I've done many things too clever
for you to understand.

- David Korvo will kill me!
- I've overlooked nothing.

- He's evil and dangerous!
- You'll never make it.

I'm terrified.

- He'll murder me, and nobody will ever know!
- I'm afraid you're right.

- He'll never pay!
- Tonight, I was a bit stupid.

Dead.

I'll pass Mrs. Sutton
over to your custody, Doctor.

Emergency desk, please.

Nice to have a wife
come home to you.

Hello?
Lieutenant Colton speaking.

Send an ambulance
to 1400 Canyon Drive...

to pick up a body.