All language subtitles for Una sullAltra (1969).720p.BluRay-eng

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Make her rest. I'm glad you called me.

Susan had another asthma attack.

I'm on my way.

One moment, George.

Was this absolutely necessary?

You're the boss,
and I have no right to question your Work.

I'm only a doctor here.

But I am sorry.
I think this is going too far.

The newspapers are always
full of crap.

But maybe one day we will perform
a heart transplant after all.

It might happen one day.

But George, that day is nowhere near.

We're not properly equipped
for transplants,

and that is very bad publicity.

You're my brother,
and I have to tell you these things.

Don't you see that our colleagues
are already making fun of us?

Don't go, George.
She's been very sick.

I've never been so worried
for my sister.

I requested a nurse from the clinic.

You know very well
that I'll send her away.

I don't want anybody around
so that you can be--

I can't postpone this trip.

Sure, I know.

If you don't find the money,
the boat will sink.

I've been directing that clinic
for many years,

and I have no intention of quitting.

If I did, the clinic would be finished.

Among other things.

You mean our marriage?

The clinic comes first, as always.

Don't blame it all on the clinic.

You're right. You are to blame.
The clinic is just an excuse.

If that makes you feel better, it's true.

How long have you been
working for us?

This is my second day, doctor.

Of course. Otherwise I would have
noticed you before.

You should know that my Wife
is a rather difficult woman.

Work hard and maybe
she'll like you and trust you.

These are her drugs.

This is Listofel, for asthma attacks.

She has them frequently...

almost every day.

You have to be very careful.

Every evening give her
20 drops of Neurosedyl.

That's a tranquillizer.

Watch out not to mix them up.
It's very dangerous.

Neurosedyl can cause choking if
administered during asthma attacks.

I'll be very careful, doctor.

And now, I want you to meet my wife.

Be very patient with her.

You love her very much, don't you?

Of course I do.

Light up a cigarette for me.

When did you decide to break up?

Last night.

We could have at least talked about it.

We already talked this over,
and it didn't help.

What happened?

Nothing. Nothing new, at least.

I'll take you to the train station.

As you wish.

I can't imagine you in San Luis Obispo,
back to the family like a good daughter.

Larry will by me out.

He'll keep the studio.
We've already agreed on it.

You offered Larry the studio?

You've been thinking about it
for some time, then.

Yes. Obviously, I have.

Why do you want to leave?
It seems you're running away.

Yes. Maybe I am running away.

But I love you,

and if I stayed,
this would never be over.

Do you really want it to end for us?

Yes, I want it to end.

Susan is Catholic,
and she'll never agree to a divorce.

But if she weren't sick,
I'd have found a Way to convince her,

and you would be my Wife already.

Are you so sure
I would have agreed to marry you?

Well, if you don't want to get married,
then what is it?

Someone just for me.

I don't like to share my partners.

Let's say good-bye here.

I hate long good-byes.

They are ridiculous.

Can you tell me
how to get to San Luis Obispo?

San Luis Obispo? This is the wrong way.
You have to go back, sir.

Thanks.

What's Wrong?

My brother. He called three times
since this morning.

George?

It's Susan. She's dead.

Dead?

After taking the drops,

Susan must have sent the nurse home
and remained on her own.

She had already done it, unfortunately.

The nurse didn't think to wake up Martha
before leaving.

I have a feeling
she Won't go back to the clinic.

Leave us alone, George.

Do you need something, George?

A Valium.

I drove all night, and I'm exhausted.

A Valium is not enough, then.
I'll give you some sleeping drops.

Doctor...

Nude is not enough.
It needs to be disgusting.

Take some of those dirty insects.
They're fashionable these days.

Maybe I'll use this fish cricket.
What do you think?

Yes, good idea. Try on her breast.

- Do you like it?
- Hmm, no.

- Here?
- No. Further down.

Here?

That's good. Move a little, let me see.

What do you think?

No, I don't like it.
A worm would probably do.

A worm? But that's even more disgusting
than a fish cricket.

I am ready with the lights here.

Well, I am not ready! Come on Larry,
come up with something!

An idea... it's not easy. I guess
"The beauty and the beast" was dumb.

Can't you think of something funnier?

I told you! I would put a worm!

Oh, come on, but that's disgusting!
Come on, that's too much!

Wait, wait.

Let's hear this one now.

Yeah.

A dragonfly would be good,
don't you think?

It's not exactly
what we had in mind, but...

Yes, but we should put it
on her behind.

Right. Turn around.
That's not bad, is it?

How could Martha not know?

She wouldn't Wait a month to tell me.

She found the policy today,
in a drawer.

Why are you taking it that way?

If she had left you bills to pay,
I'd understand.

No, it's not good.
Think of something nice, dear.

Your dead lady left you
a million dollar policy--

Yes, that's good, that's good--

and you complain about it.

Come on baby, turn around,
try to be sexier.

Susan was a woman, and you know
how unpredictable we can be.

This is no news to you,
right, George?

Turn around, cutie, would you?

Yes, but that she would make me
the beneficiary of a million dollar policy?

That's more than unpredictable.

Well she did! And that's what matters.

Pleasure and horror, my dear.

With all that money,
a person could do many things.

That's enough.
You're always eating.

If I were you, I would thank
your dear dead Wife.

Yes, I would be very thankful.

Stick out your tongue, like this.
Good.

But see, she hated me.
Susan always did.

Thank you.

Hello.

One moment, please.

It's the Fidelity Trust.
They are asking for you. Don't--

Here. There's nothing to be afraid of.

This is George Dumurrier.

You'll have your money,
all of it. Yes, this week.

I said I'll pay!

Sure, one million dollars
takes care of everything.

And this policy...

You didn't know about it,
did you, George?

No, Henry.

I didn't know a thing.

- The check, please.
- Right away.

That was Henry.
I have to go to the clinic.

I'm sorry about our evening.

How does he know you're here?
We didn't plan on eating here.

Well, I don't know. I'll ask him.

Yeah, good idea.

It was a silly excuse.

Have a seat.
You don't need to be gallant in here.

I'm trying to make you
comfortable, George.

I ran out of cigarettes.
Do you have one?

I didn't know you liked
these kinds of shows.

Why don't you ask who she is?

What for?

Out of curiosity.

Monica Weston.

Do you know her?

I asked you something!

I don't know her.

That phone call, you know,
someone told me to look to my left.

I did, and I saw the poster.

What poster?

The poster to this place. She was on it.

You mean her picture?

Yes. I was shocked
by her resemblance to Susan.

I mean, if you look at her in person,
they look so alike.

Yes, it's incredible.

But Why didn't you tell me?

It all sounded so...so absurd.

Ask her to join our table!

Why would I?

I told you, curiosity.

Hello.

Is this all right, sir?

Yes, thank you.

You ordered champagne.
What a refined man.

Are you visiting the city of sin?

No, we live in San Francisco.

Oh, so you aren't foreigners.

Well, one can sin in one's own town.

It's even more exciting!

Your friend is beautiful.

She's very...feminine.

Look, if you guys
want to treat yourselves,

give me your offer,
and I'll tell you yes or no.

So isn't that what you're looking for?

What do you want?

Nothing. We just want to drink
some champagne with you.

All right, then. Let's drink!

Okay, what is it?

Why are you staring at me like that?

I've had enough here.

It was very nice meeting you.

You are really weird people.

Did you see the color of her eyes?

Yes, they're green.

Well, Susan's were brown.

Who is it?

How the hell
did you get my number?

I bought it! For $200!

$200?

What do you have in mind,
the two of you?

The two of us?

We don't want anything. It's just me.

You Won't believe me, honey,
but I'm shy.

What you guys were offering me
at the club is not for me.

I prefer the simple and normal way:

the natural way, two people.

No complications.

You mean you Won't have a threesome?

That depends on the money, dear.

Have a look around, honey.

It's a nice little place.
Elegant, chic, even.

But it's very expensive,

and I need to keep it up.

Right, I can imagine.

But that's not a problem for you.

Someone like you, must be loaded, eh?

Let's say I have enough money

to do any stupid thing
that comes to my mind.

Good for you.

As I'm doing now.

Well, thanks for the compliment.

Sorry. But at times,
pleasant things are stupid.

Umm, listen, what's-your-name...
I am not a genius.

You talk a lot,
and I don't understand you.

So speak more clearly, would you?

Never mind.
It'd be even more stupid.

Honey, would you do something smart?

Take your clothes off.

What's the matter, love?
Love makes you speechless?

Well, I guess that's better than those
who start with their problems.

Why? You don't smoke?

I've never smoked. I don't like it.

Or you have asthma
and you can't smoke?

Who's this now?
Do you mind checking who it is?

Like this?

I can't now. Come on, honey.

- Hi.
- Hello.

Monica, Monica, honey,
can I have my sleeping drops back?

- I'm having trouble sleeping.
- What drops?

The sleeping drops.
I'll bet you didn't even take them.

Oh, those! I did take them.

They are here somewhere.

Listen, Monica, do you remember
that guy from last night?

Well, you can't imagine what--

Is this what you're looking for?

Yes, that's exactly it. Thanks.

What's he laughing at?

Maybe I am not 100% normal,
but that doesn't mean I'm crazy!

It's me who was about to go crazy!

Don't listen to him. He's usually quiet.

But when he speaks,
nobody has a clue.

Bye.

Can you get that?

Please?

Hello.

Hello.

Hello!

Hello.

Monica Weston, please?

I'd like to speak to Monica Weston.

Who is it?

Hello.

Who?

Carol? Carol Timmons?

No, you got the wrong number.

Yes, this is Monica Weston.

I don't know anyone by that name.

Stupid.

Carol Timmons.

Never heard of her, never met her.

And Jane Blicker?

Jane who?

Blicker.

Don't know her.

Why did I call? Guess.

I don't want to. I want you to tell me.

All right, I Will.

Go back 3.

I had this idea
that Susan could be Monica.

That's a good one.

Absurd, isn't it?

That doesn't explain Why you called.

Yes it does. I suppose you want
to be someone else.

If you out it right here,
we could use it.

If someone calls you
and says they know you,

at first you pretend
to know who it is and let them talk.

I tried this with Monica.

If she had been Susan, she would have
fallen for it, don't you think?

I don't buy it.

Now it's your turn, George.

I believe you slept with her
to test her as well.

That's enough, Jane.
Let's look at the pictures.

We're wasting time.

You like it?

Don't we have a close-up?

Here it is, but I don't think
we need it, do we?

They are only interested in--

Wait! Go back one!

You like her, don't you?

Me, too. She is very hot.

But the best part is down here.

Have you seen her before?

I know her.

But I can't remember who she is.

"ROYAL INSURANCE BUILDING"

I'm telling you,
I was about to give it all up.

I followed Dumurrier for days,

and never noticed anything.

A regular life.

Yes, he's having an affair,
but nothing suspect.

So what's up now?

Look at this.

That's his wife, Susan Dumurrier.

Presnell!

It was taken a few years ago.

And now look at this one. Look close.
What do you think?

It's still Mrs. Dumurrier,
only her hair is different.

That Woman is not Mrs. Dumurrier.

She's alive and well.

Her name is Monica Weston.
She's a stripper.

I'd bet they're the same person.

Not only is Monica Weston alive and well,

but she and Dr. Dumurrier
are, let's say, very close.

A very interesting coincidence.

That's exactly what I thought.

You know, Mr. Bent,

I bet the police would very interested
in hearing our story.

Get out of the car.

Come on, cutie, hurry up.

What the hell do you want from me?

I don't know. I'm just doing my job.

Ladies first.

Are you looking for Monica Weston?

Yes.

- Who are you?
- Police.

But what are you doing here?

What happened to Monica?

Nothing, she's fine.

She just went to the station
for a little chat.

Then Why are you
searching her apartment?

Look, is Monica in trouble? What is it?

Is there anything
I can to for her?

What you can do is get out of here.

But I-I'd like to--

Get out.

At least, tell me what you're looking for.

That, I'd like to know myself.

Do you see anything, inspector?

Yes, spots, scribbles...

Next slide.

Anything now?

No.

Number 5.

Okay, this is an S, then U,
another S, A, and this is N.

Susan. Can you read "Susan"?

Number 6.

In this slide, Dumurrier was enlarged
so you can see it better.

Susan Dumurrier.

Turn off the projector.

This is the paper towel we enlarged.

Where did you find it?

In Monica Weston's apartment.

We found it in a drawer.

She'll regret this carelessness.

She will.

It proves she was practicing
Susan Dumurrier's signature.

I'm sorry, but the law requires this, Miss.

Yes, it's her, it's her.
But why can't we leave her alone!

This is our report
on the Dumurrier's case.

A horse could have died
with all the curare we found in her body.

It's a poison that suffocates,
like asthma.

When your friend Betty told you

that your double was sick
and that she would die soon,

you believed her right away, didn't you?

And you never suspected,
not even for a moment,

that someone might have been interested
in sending her to the grave?

Don't you know that
the accomplice to a crime

is just as guilty as he who committed it?

We're now certain that
Mrs. Dumurrier was poisoned.

And you too are responsible
for her death.

But we are usually lenient towards those
who help us finding out the truth.

This is something
you should consider.

I already told you all I know.

I don't believe you.

There's something here
that doesn't make sense.

If Dr. Dumurrier
used this Woman Betty to get to you,

Why did he go directly to you
at the Roaring 20's?

You think that Betty doesn't exist,
and that the doctor and I are partners?

That's exactly my thinking.

All right.

I'll tell you everything, Inspector.

Here it is!

You didn't look in there, did you?

We didn't know
we had to dismantle this place!

I didn't know that, either.

Take that envelope to the lab.
It'll clarify everything.

Lean backwards, against the rail.
Like that.

No, not too sexy.

Hold the pose.

Which pictures?

Those we were looking at
when George was at the studio.

He thought he knew that girl.

- Lean to one side.
- We should find her.

We should find who?

That girl. She was not a model. You
had spotted her in a strip club.

In a strip club?

Oh, the girl with the red wig!
She was a Whore.

That's all for today.

Yeah, I see who you're talking about.

She was dancing
in one of those places.

It was more than a year ago.

That Woman was at George's house
the night his Wife died.

I know now where he saw her.

She was the nurse!

The restaurant is The Vajeunat
at 42 Saint Germain Boulevard.

I'll talk to you later.

So now you are spying on me
like a child, Benjamin?

Now you have a French lover?

Yeah right, a lover!
Will you ever stop with this story?

I'm in enough trouble,
I don't need a--if you only knew.

I went to the police.
I wanted to pay your bail.

Oh, Benjamin, I can't believe
you did that! I wouldn't allow it!

Now I am sure you have a lover.

Yes, you are right!

Someone that loves me
more than you do.

But it's a woman.

It's me.

$3,000 is a lot of money.

Maybe I'm rich.

What do you know about me,
after all?

Benjamin. Leave me alone.

It'd be better for you
if you had never met me.

But I have, and now it's too late.

Not for me!

I'm fed up with your jealousy!

No Monica, I'm not jealous.

It doesn't matter to me
if you sleep with other men.

But if you are having a long-term affair,
then it's the end for me.

Everything ends sooner or later.

No, not this. This cannot end.

I ask so little of you.
I only ask that you stay here.

You and I...

only every once in a while,
whenever you Want.

Can't you see, you're my whole life.

Monica, if you take this away from me,
I'll have nothing.

Nothing, understand?

That's when you kill me, right?

Yes.

I'll kill you.

I want you to leave now.

Monica.

Go away.

So?

Yes, not bad!

Thanks.

Jane, We're ready!

- Jane is my partner.
- Yes.

She's very good.

You'll see, if she likes the model,
she'll take the pictures herself.

Here she is.

What do you think?

That's good. I'll do it.

Well, I'm going for a Disney movie.

Bye.

Didn't you recognize me?

Yes, but there was no reason
to mention it.

You were more confident
at the Roaring 20's.

You were more friendly.

It's different in the strip clubs, Jane.

Does he always go
to Disney movies?

Not always. Only when I ask him.

Do I look okay?

You're perfect.

What if we turned the lights off?

Your partner only talked
about doing some pictures.

And you only do pictures?

No, but it'll cost more.

That's not a problem, honey.

I can turn it off if that bothers you.

It doesn't bother me.

Who's she?

She's a dancer.
Her name is Elizabeth O'Neal.

You probably know her as Liz.

She used to sleep in your room.
You used to be close.

I don't know her.

You worked together at Carol Dozen's,
in September.

You can't deny that.

And I can tell you the rest.

What?

Rumors.

A friend of mine
heard about your relationship.

All right, turn it off.

I want to meet that girl.

She's no longer in San Francisco.
She left.

If you know Where she is,
you must tell me.

That's all you wanted from me.

Yes, just that!

I'll pay you any price
for the information.

So you're behind all this!

I thought the newspapers
were exaggerating

when they spoke of your findings.

Most of what was written about me is true
except one thing:

I didn't kill my Wife.

And to prove it,
I need to find your friend Liz.

She doesn't have anything
to do with this case.

She does.

And you know more
than what you told Inspector Wald.

I told him everything.

More than you can imagine.

He's still up there.

We'll look for this Elizabeth O'Neal,

interpretive dancer
and nurse on her spare time.

You don't believe me, do you?

Of course I do.

You don't believe me.

Show that picture to my sister-in-law
or at the clinic.

Someone will recognize her.

Yes, it's possible that Liz
poisoned your Wife while you were away.

But unfortunately it's going to be hard
to convince the jury

that you didn't pay her to do it.

You believe that's the Way
it happened?

All I know is that the Women
involved in this case--

Betty, Monica Weston,
and now this nurse/dancer-

didn't have a good reason
to kill your Wife.

You were the only one
who did, Doctor.

Didn't you get the insurance money?
That's a primary motive.

Yes but...that doesn't prove I'm guilty.

No, I admit it.

But tell me one thing:

doesn't accepting a blackmail
equal a confession?

Blackmail?

Yes! Monica Weston confessed.

She told me Why she had you go
to the Roaring 20's that night.

No, no. She's not the one who called.

It was Monica Weston.

She called,
and you went right away.

And the next day
you gave her $10,000.

No, I never gave her money.

Come on, Doctor, we found it!
It was in this envelope!

We found some fingerprints on it
which are now being examined.

If they happen to be yours,

you understand,
it'll be the gas chamber.

We're going to death row.

What's you name, sir?

Henry Dumurrier.

Are you carrying any packages,
cameras, alcohol?

No.

- You can go, then.
- Thanks.

Show this pass at the next gate.

I told the lawyer to leave us alone.

It's just you and me now.
No one can hear us.

It's a prisoner's right.

I don't think I've got much to say to you.

Jane knows how to take care of herself,

and I don't have any children,
fortunately.

I know, the clinic was your family.

I could have never done your job.

That's why I thought
it would be stupid to wait,

so I sold it.

Thanks to the policy, we don't have
any more mortgages or debts.

It was a good deal. And now I can look
at the future with more optimism.

It's like receiving a loan
with no interest.

A money game
that'll cost me my life, Henry.

Yes, a money game,
and in the end I won.

Since you don't have any children,

I'll be the one to benefit
from your death.

The jury didn't consider that.

They're convinced you're guilty

because you're the beneficiary
of that policy,

but they didn't think
to investigate my interests.

Me, your brother. The only heir.

Of course
I could have killed you myself,

but that would be quite dangerous.

So now the state will do it,
and will do it for free.

Henry! What are you trying to say?

You don't get it yet, George?

It's me, your own brother,

who is sending you
to the gas chamber.

You...killed Susan.

No, nobody killed her.

Not only is she alive, but she's also
very healthy, like you and me--

you until tomorrow morning,
that is.

Calm down, George.
They can't hear us, but they can see us.

Sit down if you want to hear
the rest of the story,

and if you don't want me
to call for help

as my brother suddenly became crazy.

But I saw Susan, and she was dead.
I saw her with my own eyes.

Try to remember George.
How long did you look at her?

You were so tired that night
and overwhelmed.

Don't you remember?
You wanted a Valium,

but I gave you
some sleeping drops instead.

The nurse? The people at the morgue
didn't know Susan.

Of course we had to bury
someone else instead,

so we killed the person who should have
committed the murder:

the dancer/nurse, Elizabeth O'Neil.

When you saw her at the morgue,

her corpse was already
in the decomposition process.

Unrecognizable.

Martha knew, too, then!

Manna would do anything for Susan.

Susan has a good sister,
while you have a bad brother--

a brother who has been sleeping
with your Wife for many years.

You see, this situation
couldn't last much longer.

On the other hand,

it would be absurd and stupid
to put an end to it simply with a divorce.

Our father left the clinic to you
because you were his favorite.

And he left me nothing.

I had to make my own way
without a penny.

Frankly, I didn't feel like starting
a new life with Susan

under such conditions.

You know Susan. She needs
a lot of money to be happy.

You know this better than anyone else.

I've always loved her, George,

but she chose you
because you were rich.

Now you can see why I hate you.

This is not hate. It's madness.

Maybe, but it's smart madness.

You must admit that our plan was perfect.

Each move has been
studied in detail

and performed at the right moment.

It wasn't hard
to create Monica Weston.

Strippers travel around the world
and never stay in the same place for long.

When you were on one
of your business trips,

we created Monica, gave her life,

and made her popular
here in San Francisco.

Susan never stepped back.
She did everything she had to do

to please those who were useful to her.

Betty never existed, of course.

You believed everything
that Susan wanted you to believe.

Nobody suspected
she'd make such a great actress.

Like when she pretended
to have asthma attacks?

Well, that was the easiest part of all.
You're not such a doctor, George.

Now I see why she used to look herself
in her room for days.

Everything was planned,

even what could look like a mistake,
like the paper towel.

It's quite clear how Inspector Wald
got that envelope

with the money and your fingerprints.

I told you George, I hate you.

I would have never sent you
to the gas chamber

without telling you the truth.

And you think that I Won't try
to use it against you?

I know you will,
but I thought of that as well.

You'll probably get a 24-hour deferral...

but it'll only prolong the agony.

Your lawyer will do his best to save you,

and you'll Wait here, hoping.

It's a vain hope, George.

From the Governor
to the people in the street,

everybody knows
about the miraculous treatments

and the heart transplants that you
made up to advertise the clinic.

It'd be only natural that now
you'd come up with another story,

the most absurd one, to save your life!

They call it the swan's cry.

It all happened minutes
before the prisoner was taken

from death row to maximum security
on the first floor,

where we had to spend the night,

watched by two guards
chosen by him.

It's what they call “the death watch."

At 10.00 tomorrow,
it would have been over.

We can't tell you more about this story.

We don't know
Mr. Mitchell's latest evidence.

All we know is
that George Dumurrier's attorney

was able to obtain a 24-hour deferral.

During this time,
the Governor of California will decide

whether or not to allow for a longer
deferral to reopen the case.

This is an atrocious murder,
Mr. Mitchell.

And Dr. Dumurrier's social position is
making things even more complicated.

You are trying to create
a new Chessman case

and to keep Dr. Dumurrier alive.

If we did that,
we would go against public opinion

and could be
accused of being partial.

All this to find this Monica Weston

to see Whether she's got
blue or brown eyes?

Isn't that what you Want, Mr. Mitchell?

Yes. Or at least we should
get in touch with Henry Dumurrier.

And when we find him,
on what basis can we indict him?

Let's suppose for a moment
that your story is true.

Do you expect him to confess?

No, he'll probably say
that his brother's crazy.

Or he'll say he made it all up
to save himself.

Well, when Miss Martha went to her room,
we heard them talking.

Don't ask me to confirm that.

These questions are an insult
to my sister's memory.

When Mrs. Dumurrier died
and you went upstairs...

did you see her dead?

Of course I saw her.

And didn't you notice anything?

Notice What, sir?

What the hell do I know?

Something! Anything!

Is there any news?

Who do you want
to guard your cell tonight?

- Oh, so this means that--
- No, it doesn't mean anything.

It's only the rule: you have the right
to choose two guards,

and I came to ask who you Want.

But we don't know
if you're going downstairs.

Try not to worry.
The police are Working very hard.

No, I can't say which one it is.

What if you looked at the corpse?

Not with these pictures.

If I had her dental records,
I could identify her.

There isn't an American
who's never been to the dentist.

Would the teeth be the same?

Teeth remain intact for a long time.

Bring me the corpse.
I'll take a mold.

And then you'll be able to see.

I can tell you that the Governor
had authorized

the exhumation of
Susan Dumurrier's corpse.

That's all I can say.

So this means there will be more--

I can't tell you more.

Thank you.

Tell Inspector Wald that We're ready.

George, there's still hope.

Is it better, is it worse?

I don't know,
but there are rumors in the prison.

It looks like they might have
found something.

We examined it very carefully,

and I can absolutely guarantee
that the person it belongs to

is Susan Dumurrier.

What? It's impossible.

I'm sorry, but this is the mold
I took from the corpse,

and this is Mrs. Dumurrier's
dental record from the clinic.

The teeth match perfectly.

Unfortunately,
there is no doubt about that.

But, as you can see,
the report is from Dumurrier's clinic.

Well, it was her husband's.
It's only natural that she went there.

- Yes, but--

Are you trying to say
that Henry changed the records?

Mr. Mitchell,
do you believe George's story?

I did what I had to do.
What I believe doesn't matter anymore.

What did you pour in my glass?

Give me a hand, will you?

I gave her something to sleep.

What time is it?

I don't know. My watch doesn't work.

This is Donald Grant, KBAT,
from San Quentin State Prison.

I am currently inside
the prison's gas chamber.

It's 10130 AM.

Exactly one hour ago,
Dr. George Dumurrier was brought here.

He sat on one of these chairs,
and he was tied with one of these belts.

After these procedures
were accomplished,

this door was locked
by turning this wheel.

This phone is directly connected
to the Governor's office in Sacramento

so that the execution can be stopped
even at the last second.

As you might know, the California
Governor had already authorized

a 24-hour deferral of the execution.

Attorney Arthur Mitchell
had requested it

in order to be able
to produce new evidence.

Nevertheless, the new elements
were not considered relevant,

and were thought to be the result

of George Dumurrier's
infamous creative ideas.

Monica!

Monica.

This happened in Paris
at 11:00 AM,

about 2:00 A. M. our time,

exactly nine hours before George Dumurrier
entered the gas chamber.

Those hours were crucial for his life.

A telex has been received
from the French Police:

"Paris, February 2, 1969.

"Killed today, February 2, 1969,

two American citizens
from San Francisco, California.

The man is Dr. Henry Dumurrier.

The identity of the Woman is unknown.

The murderer, Benjamin Warmser,
also American from San Francisco,

claims that the Woman
is Monica Weston...

but her passport, number 109356,

belongs to Susan Dumurrier.

The San Francisco Police
received the message

only a few minutes before 10:00 A.M.

It was exactly at 10:00

that the lever that would have released
the gas was about to be pulled,

when suddenly this phone rang.

Mr. George Dumurrier was free.

This is Donald Grant, KBAT,

from San Quentin State Prison,
California.

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