All language subtitles for The.Lady.from.Shanghai.1947.2160p.UHD.Blu-ray.Remux.DV.HDR.HEVC.FLAC1.0-CiNEPHiLES

(FOGHORN SOUNDING)

O'HARA: When I start out
to make a fool of myself,

there's very little
can stop me.

If I'd known
where it would end,

I'd have never let
anything start.

If I'd been in my
right mind, that is.

But, once I'd seen her...
Once I'd seen her...

I was not in my right mind,
for quite some time.

"Good evening," says I, thinking
myself a very gay dog indeed.

But here was a beautiful girl,
all by herself,

and me with plenty o' time.

Nothing to do but get
myself into trouble.

Some people can smell danger.

Not me.

I asked her
if she'd have a cigarette.

It's my last one.
I've been looking forward to it.

- Please don't disappoint me.
- But I don't smoke.

That's how I found her.

And from that moment on

I did not use my head very much,

except to be thinking of her.

But in the park, in those days

the rough young fellas used to
be staging hold-ups and the like.

ELSA:
Help! Help!

However, these young fellas
were not professionals.

And that's maybe the reason
why I start out in this story

a little bit like a...

hero.

Which I most certainly am not.

The cab driver was waking up.
He was okay.

So I borrowed his carriage
to drive the lady home.

In a short while,
she recovered herself

and brightened up, what with
the things I found to tell her,

to get her mind off
the scare she'd had, y'know.

And to set her thinkin',
as well,

of the brave fella
that had rescued her.

Rosalie...

Fair Rosalie.

- It's a name I'm after calling you.
- Rosalie?

Why not? It's a gorgeous,
romantical name entirely.

- My name's Michael.
- You're a character.

Nothing more than
a poor sailor man,

and him with the Princess of
Central Park ridin' along at his side.

Princess Rosalie.
I wonder now...

Where does the Princess come from?

I don't know why she
should tell you, but...

Well...

Her parents were
Russian, White Russian.

You never heard of the place
where she comes from.

- Would Her Highness care to gamble?
- Gamble? She's done it for a living.

I'll bet you a dollar I've been
to the place where you were born.

- Chefoo.
- It's on the China coast, Chefoo.

It's the second wickedest
city in the world.

- What's the first?
- Macau. Wouldn't you say so?

I would. I worked there.

You worked in Macau?

Here's your dollar.
How do you rate Shanghai?

- I worked there, too.
- Yeah, as a gambler?

- Well...
- I hope you were luckier tonight.

You need more
than luck in Shanghai.

- Do you know what?
- What?

I bet I could drive the cart from
down there inside with you.

There's a police car
on the other road.

We best get out of the park.

The horse and cart will make it too
simple for the cops to be findin' us.

- You don't like them very much, do you?
- Who, the cops?

They can struggle along without
our doing their work for 'em.

- (TIRES SCREECHING)
- (HORSE WHINNYING)

Watch where you're going, Mac!
Get that nag outta here!

Now the cops are
bound to pick us up.

We'd best leave the
cab here and walk. Whoa!

- You certainly don't like the police.
- I do not.

My car's right there
in the garage, anyway.

Tell me, Michael...

is there some reason why
the police don't like you?

Well, they've never put
me in jail in America.

You know, the nicest
jails are in Australia.

The worst are in Spain.

What law did
you break in Spain?

I killed a man.

Just now, you almost killed a girl.

Is there a law against that?

Try it. You won't like
the jails in America.

They put you in jail for murder
in this country? I didn't think so.

A man killed his wife
in 'Frisco last week.

She'd gone to the icebox
for a bit of supper.

He thought she was a
burglar, he said.

He shot her five
times in the head.

VALET:
Number 47!

He had a good lawyer.

I saw his picture in the newspaper.
Bainbridge or somethin'?

- Bannister.
- Arthur Bannister.

It said he was the world's
greatest criminal lawyer.

Looked like the world's
greatest criminal.

- Some people think he is.
- Here's your car, ma'am.

Send the bill to my husband.

If you're a sailor, Michael,
there's a job for you.

Would you like to work for me?

I'd like it.

I'm shipping out tomorrow.

So are we. To the West Coast,
by way of the Canal.

We're short a man on the crew.

I'll make it worth your while.

Could it be this
you're looking for?

You were smart to carry a gun.

Traveling alone
in the park.

But if you knew you
had the gun in your bag,

why throw away the bag?

I meant for you to find it.

I don't know how to shoot.

It's easy.

You just pull the trigger.

Some dame, ain't she?

Yeah, and some car.

Evening, Mr. Grisby.

Mr. Bannister sent it all the
way from San Francisco

just so she could have it here.

- Bannister?
- Arthur Bannister himself.

Gee, some guys have all the luck.

O'HARA: Personally, I don't like a
girlfriend to have a husband.

If she'll fool a husband,
I figure she'll fool me.

Now, New York is not as
big a city as it pretends to be.

So, I spent the next day
in the hiring hall, waiting for a ship.

That way, big boob that I am,
I thought I could escape her.

You'd better throw away those cigarettes.
It'll stunt your growth. Come here.

Excuse me.

I wonder if you could help
me locate a Mr. O'Hara.

- Michael O'Hara.
- Mike O'Hara?

You mean, Black Irish,
the big harp that talks fancy?

- I don't know him myself...
- MAN: Black Irish?

Yeah, I know him.

Joe! Joe. Call Michael O'Hara.
A guy here wants to see him.

Michael O'Hara!

Please step to the
bulletin board.

A man wants to see you.

- Shipmates?
- We was in Spain together.

They started callin' him
'Black Irish'

after what he did
to them finks back in '39.

Yeah, Mike's got
a lot of blarney in him

but he knows how to
hurt a man when he gets mad.

You were asking for me?

- O'Hara?
- O'Hara.

You're what they call
an able-bodied seaman?

Well, that's what they call it.

You ever work on a yacht?

No.

I presume you can
handle a speedboat?

Well, I presume so.

Do you drink?

- I beg your pardon?
- I asked you if you drink?

Whatever's set in front of me.

Doesn't have to be wholesome
just as long as it's strong.

(LAUGHING)

Do you drink habitually?

May I ask, mister, if you're
extending the invitation?

Well...

I guess it might as well be.

Now, Mr. O'Hara, if you'll
show me to the nearest bar

we'll sit down together and discuss
your coming to work for me.

My name is Bannister.

Bannister.

Ah-ha.

Hey, boys. May I present
Mr. Arthur Bannister,

the world's greatest criminal lawyer.
He'll get you outta anything.

This is Jake Bjornsen and, er,
Goldie, right?

Chaim Goldfish is the name.
Glad to know you.

Mr. Bannister's wife
sent him to get me.

Isn't that right, Mr. Bannister?

Now Mr. Bannister's going
to buy us all a few drinks

while I entertain myself by
refusing to go to work for him.

(LAUGHING)

(RECORD ENDING)

You know, Mike saved
my wife's life.

Oh?

Here. Would you mind
inserting these coins?

Number four.

That's all we like to hear.

Yeah...

Mike's quite a hero.

Quite a tough guy.

Mister, there ain't no such thing.

No such thing as...

a 'tough guy'?

What's a tough guy?

I dunno.

A guy with an edge.

What makes him sing better'n me?
Something in here.

What makes it loud?
A microphone. That's his edge.

Edge?

A gun or a knife, a nightstick or a
razor, something the other guy ain't got.

Yeah! A little extra reach on a punch,
a set of brass knuckles,

a stripe on the sleeve,
a badge that says 'cop' on it,

a rock in your hand,
or a bankroll in your pocket.

That's an edge, brother.

Without an edge,
they ain't no tough guy.

- You hear that, Black Irish?
- It's true.

Well...

Bear it in mind.

Yeah, but what makes him
sing prettier than you?

O'HARA: Naturally, someone
had to take Mr. Bannister home.

I told myself I couldn't
leave a helpless man

lying unconscious in a saloon.

Well, it was me
that was unconscious.

And he was exactly as helpless
as a sleeping rattlesnake.

(BARKING)

BANNISTER: Say, it's
nice of you, Michael,

to be so nice to me
while I'm so drunk.

(DOG BARKING)

(BOAT ENGINE REVVING)

BANNISTER:
Lover!

I wasn't sure you'd come.

I'm not staying.

You've got to stay.

BANNISTER:
Lover!

MAN:
Gonna be a real nice cruise.

First, the Panama Canal,
then up the Mexican coast.

We need a bosun, Danny-boy.

- Ever done any sailing?
- A bit of it.

I saw you last night
at the garage, it was...

Somebody else,
Danny-boy, not me.

WOMAN:
Don't go.

She needs you bad.

You stay.

Hey, Mike,
if you play your cards right,

I think we can get
a job for the both of us.

I think we'll take it.

And what was I, Mike O'Hara,
doing on a luxury yacht

pleasure cruising in the
sunny Caribbean Sea?

For it's clear now, I was
chasing a married woman.

But that's not the way
I wanted to look at it. No.

To be a real prize fathead
like Mike O'Hara

you've got to swallow whole all the
lies you can think up to tell yourself.

Our little expedition spent some
weeks in the West Indies

dawdling around, seeing the
sights, laying in supplies

and getting into more trouble...

MAN: Aye!
Aye on board the Circe!

You there...

Why don't you go swimming?

I beg your pardon?

I say,
why don't you go swimming?

I didn't bring a swimming suit
along on the job, sir.

You ought to the next time.

There won't be a next time, sir.
I'm quittin'.

Well, my trunks ought to fit you.
You'll find 'em in the locker in the cabin.

I suppose you're wondering
who I am, fella.

I think I saw you in New York.

I flew in this morning,
by way of Havana.

I'm George Grisby, you know.
Grisby and Bannister.

Where is everybody?
Gone ashore?

Almost everybody.

My partner, too?
Mr. Bannister?

That's right.

And the lady?

Oh...

Mr. Bannister tells me
you once killed a man.

You are Michael, aren't you?

That's right.

I'm very interested in murders.

Forgive me if I seem
inquisitive, but...

- Where'd it happen?
- At Murcia.

How'd you do it?

Now, let me guess.

You did it with your
hands, didn't you?

Does it ever bother you
when you think about it?

What'd he do to you?

Nothing.

You just killed him
for the fun of it, eh?

He was a Franco spy.
There was a war on at the time.

Then it wasn't murder, I suppose?

Tell me, would you do it again?

Would you mind killing another man?

I'd kill another Franco spy.

I was on a pro-Franco committee,
fella, during the Spanish War.

Would you kill me
if I gave you the chance?

I may give you the chance.

ELSA:
Michael!

Michael!

Before Li went ashore did he
make up some lunch for me?

Yes, ma'am.

Is there enough for two?

I'm sure I don't know, sir.
Why don't you ask Mrs. Bannister?

You ask her.

Would you like a good
paste in the eye, sir?

I wish she'd ask me to go swimming.

She'll ask you.

You wait and see.

Will you help me?

Give me a cigarette.

I'm learning to smoke now.

Ever since that night
in the park, I...

I've been getting the habit.

Do all rich women
play games like this?

Call me Rosalie.

I didn't think you
would do that.

I didn't either.

You're scared, aren't you?

You're scared.

I'm scared, too.

You think you needed
me to help you?

You're not that kind.

Sure, if you need anything,
you help yourself.

I'm not what you think I am.

I just try to be like that.

Keep on trying.

You might make it.

Oh, Michael.

What are we scared of?

GRISBY:
So long, kiddies!

Now he knows about us.

I wish I did.

Bye-bye.

BANNISTER:
Michael.

Yes, sir.

Michael, Mr. Grisby has just told me
something I'm very sorry to hear.

Lover, this really concerns
you more than anyone else.

GRISBY:
♪ Don't take your arms

♪ away ♪

According to George here,

Michael is anxious to quit.

♪ Comes a change in weather ♪

- Did you know about that, Lover?
- No, I didn't.

BANNISTER:
Shut up, George.

What's the matter, Michael,
the hours too long?

- No, sir.
- How about the money?

I don't care about that, sir.

So, money doesn't interest you,
Michael.

Are you independently wealthy?

- I'm independent.
- Of money?

Before you start that novel
Elsa says you're going to write,

you better learn something.

You've been traveling the world
too much to find out anything about it.

That's good, Arthur.

Well, sir...

I've always found it very
sanitary to be broke.

GRISBY:
That's good, too, Arthur.

Shut up, George.

(LAUGHING)

Money cannot bring you health
and happiness, et cetera.

Is that it?

Pfft!

Without money, I'd be flat on my back
in the ward of a county hospital.

Look at this yacht.

It once belonged
to Jules Bachrach.

The great Bachrach,

who kept me out of his club because
my mother was a Manchester Greek!

I got him on perjury.

He died bankrupt.
And here I am.

George... light this.

BANNISTER: Each man has his own
idea of happiness, of course.

I haven't got a match.

BANNISTER: But money
is what all of us have in common.

Take Bessie here.

She used to work for Bachrach.
I pay her more, don't I, Bessie?

Yes, Mr. Bannister.

Her salary means happiness.

It means a home.

Three rooms for two families.

Bessie's a grandmother, and a widow,
and only one of the boys is working.

- Isn't that right, Bessie?
- Yes, sir.

Yes, of course it is.

So, Bessie goes to church
every Sunday she gets off

and prays to God she'll
never be too old

to earn the salary I pay her.

You call yourself independent.

Come around and see me
five years from now.

Aye, aye, sir.

Sing it for us again, Lover.

Why do you stand for that, Bessie?
I'm quittin'. Why don't you?

You heard him, Mr. Poet,
I need the money.

Talk of money and murder.
I must be insane.

Or else all these
people are lunatics.

That's why I can't leave.

That poor little chile he married.

Somebody's got to take care of her.

♪ Don't hold me

♪ But, if you hold me

♪ Don't take your arms away

♪ Comes a change of weather

♪ Comes a change of heart

♪ And who knows when

♪ The rain will start

♪ So I beg you, please

♪ Don't love me

♪ But, if you love me

♪ Then don't take your lips

♪ Or your arms

♪ Or your love

♪ Away ♪

RADIO:
♪ Rub..!

♪ Rub...

♪ Glosso Lusto in your hair!
Keep it Glosso Lusto bright!

♪ G-L-O-double-S

♪ O-L-U-S

♪ T-O... Is right!

♪ Glosso! Lusto! ♪

(COMIC WOLF-WHISTLE)

So remember, ladies,
use Glosso Lusto.

Pleases your hair

Pleases the man you love.

Will you help me?

"Love"!

Do you believe in love at all,
Mrs. Bannister?

Give me the wheel.

I was taught to think
about love in Chinese.

The way a Frenchman thinks
about 'laughter' in French?

The Chinese say,
"It is difficult for love to last long.

"Therefore, one
who loves passionately

"is cured of love in the end."

Now that's a hard way of thinking.

There's more to the proverb...

"Human nature is eternal.

"Therefore,
one who follows his nature

"keeps his original nature

"in the end."

- Lover?
- Yes?

Aren't you glad I talked Michael
into coming along, Lover?

He must have changed
his mind about me.

Faith, Mr. Bannister,
I've already told your wife.

I never make up my mind
about anything at all

until it's over and done with.

O'HARA: I'd like to,
but I can't deny that Mr. Bannister

did try to give his wife
the things she wanted.

She'd said once
that she liked picnics.

We were on our way up
the Mexican coast

when he decided to
stop and give her one.

Well, Mr. Bannister's picnic
party was most typical of him.

A lot of trouble and a great deal
of money went into it, but

it was no more a picnic
than Bannister was a man.

Listen, when you hear what I got for
you, you'll say you bought it cheap.

Sid, we've worked
a lot of cases together.

I'll be sorry if we have
to make this one the last.

- But listen, this is...
- There's a plot against my life, correct?

I'm going to be murdered. Isn't that
the information you're peddling?

I'm going to be killed.

Why, Sid, don't you think
I know about it? All about it?

Now, leave me alone.

I want to enjoy myself.

Michael.

I found out about Broome,
Michael

I tried to tell you before,
he isn't really a steward.

- He isn't a good one, that's sure.
- He's a detective, Michael.

My husband hires him
to watch me.

He wants to fix it so I'll
never be able to divorce him.

- You mean so he can divorce you?
- I haven't a cent, Michael.

He wants to cut me
off without a cent.

Does that matter so much?
I shouldn't see it would.

Oh.

I told you, sweet, you don't
know anything about the world.

Well, lately, I've been
rounding out my education.

I'll say this much for you, Arthur,
when you give a picnic, it's a picnic.

- Time for another? Arthur?
- Time for another.

- You know what? Michael still insists...
- What?

I beg your pardon?

I said, "what?"

Michael still insists on quitting.

Why shouldn't he?

Oh, no. I think Arthur ought
to try and make him stay.

If he wants to go, let him.

But George likes to
have him around, Lover.

Michael's so big and strong.

Makes a good bodyguard for you.

Isn't that what you said?

George?

I don't need a bodyguard.

- Not even a big strong bodyguard?
- Don't make another drink...

- With an Irish brogue?
- ...Arthur's had enough.

You know George thinks
Michael's fallen for you,

and that makes me unhappy...

George hopes!

But George is wrong again.

- Now, Arthur...
- George is always wrong.

I didn't say anything
about Michael and Elsa...

Make me another drink, George.

Another Grisby special coming up.

You know, you're a stupid fool,
George.

But you ought to realize,
I don't mind it a bit

if Michael's in love with my wife.

He's young.

She's young.

He's strong.

She's beautiful.

Sit down, darling.

Where's your sense of humor?

I don't have to listen
to you talk like that.

Oh yes you do, Lover.

GRISBY:
Now, Arthur, you leave Elsa alone.

Come to think of it...

why doesn't Michael
want to work for us?

Why should he?

Why should anyone
want to live around us?

Where's his sense of adventure?

Broome!

Broome!

Excuse me, sir.
He's over there eating.

Tell Michael to step
over here for a moment.

Aye, sir.

Hey, Mike.

They wanna see you over there.
Mr. Bannister and them.

Well, Michael.

Well, Mr. Bannister.

My wife's lost her
sense of humor, Michael.

And you've lost your
sense of adventure.

Sit down, have a drink.
Give him a drink, George,

And don't look so shocked.

Michael may not be
in the social register,

but then, neither are you...
anymore.

Is this what you folks do for
amusement in the evening,

sit around toastin' marshmallows
and call each other names?

Sure, if you're so anxious for me
to join the game, I'd be glad to.

I can think of a few names
I'd like to be calling you, myself.

But Michael, that isn't fair.

You're bound to lose the contest.

We'll have to give you
a handicap, Michael.

You should know what George
knows about me, for instance,

if you really
want to call me names.

And, Michael...

if you think George's story
is interesting,

you ought to hear the one about
how Elsa got to be my wife.

Do you want me to tell him
what you've got on me, Arthur?

(CHUCKLING)

O'HARA:
D'you know,

once, off the hump of Brazil,

I saw the ocean so darkened
with blood, it was black,

and the sun fainting away
over the lip of the sky.

We put in at Fortaleza,

and a few of us had lines out
for a bit of idle fishin'.

It was me had the first strike.

A shark, it was.

Then there was another.

And another shark again.

Till all about the sea
was made of sharks.

And more sharks still.

And no water at all.

My shark had torn himself
from the hook

and the scent, or maybe the stain it
was, and him bleeding his life away

drove the rest of them mad.

Then the beasts took
to eatin' each other.

In their frenzy,
they ate at themselves.

You could feel the
lust to murder,

like a wind stinging
your eyes

and you could smell the death
reeking up out of the sea.

I never saw anything worse

until this little picnic tonight.

And, you know,

there wasn't one
of them sharks

in the whole, crazy pack
that survived.

I'll be leaving you, now.

George, that's the first time
anyone ever thought enough of you

to call you a shark.

If you were a good lawyer,
you'd be flattered.

- Where's Mrs. Bannister?
- I'm sure I don't know, sir.

She adores it here in Acapulco.
So do I, but...

Yeah, it's nice and quaint.

But what I wanna know is
when are we gonna get back to 'Frisco?

Mind walking with me, fella?

I know all the best places.
You might enjoy it.

I wanna make you a proposition.

(COCK CROWING)

Beautiful, isn't it?

The beach, you mean,
or the tourists?

Everything.

There's a fair face to the land, surely.
But you can't hide the hunger and guilt.

It's a bright, guilty world.

Darling, of course you pay me.

What's your guess, Michael?

Think the world's
coming to an end?

There was a start to the world, sometime,
so I guess there'll be a stop.

- It's coming, you know.
- Hmm?

Oh, yeah, it's got to come.

First, the big cities.

Then, maybe, even this.

It's just got to come.

I'd prefer to be
somewhere else if it does.

I will be.

That's what I need you for, Michael,
to see to it that I'm not around.

- How'd you like $5,000?
- What?

That's what I said, $5,000, fella.

And what do I have to do for it?

I'll fill in the details later.
Meanwhile, think it over, Michael.

It's $5,000.

It's yours.

All you have to do
is kill somebody.

But who, Mr. Grisby?

I'm particular who I murder.

Good boy!

You know, I wouldn't like
to kill just anybody.

- Is it someone I know?
- Oh, yeah.

But you'll never guess.

I give up.

It's me.

I'm perfectly sober, Michael.

I'm willing to pay $5,000
if the job is well done.

This is a straightforward
business proposition.

I want you to kill me.

So long, fella.

Elsa!

- Michael.
- Yes?

- You talked to George yesterday.
- I did.

Did he say anything about us?

He's afraid the world's
gonna explode.

He talked about suicide.

I've thought of that sometimes.

Suicide?

Do you think it's wrong, Michael?

I dunno.

Would you kill yourself
if you had to?

I don't know.

- I've looked at those pills so many times.
- Pills?

The ones my husband takes
to kill the pain.

And wondered if enough
of them would kill my pain.

The pain of just being alive?

Mr. Grisby wants to be cured of
that pain. He wants me to cure him.

Mr. Grisby wants me
to kill Mr. Grisby.

I'm sure he's out of his mind.

He's not sane.
Neither is Arthur.

Your husband can
take care of himself.

What do you want?

Beautiful moon.

Nice night for it ain't it,
Mr. O'Hara?

You didn't answer me,
Mr. O'Hara.

You ought to speak
when you're spoken to.

I'd hate to have to report
you to the lady's husband.

I said it's a nice night for it.

Would you care to dance with me?

Stop cryin'.

I can't stand for you to cry.

- Do you know what Broome's been doing?
- Spying. Spying on you.

Sure, I'm going to take you
where there aren't any spies.

Michael, where?

A long way off.
Somewhere to the far places.

Far place?
We're in one of them now.

Running away doesn't work.
I tried it.

Everything's bad, Michael.
Everything.

You can't escape it or fight it.

You've got to get along with it,
deal with it, make terms.

You're such a foolish knight errant,
Michael.

You're big and strong,

but you just don't know
how to take care of yourself.

So how could you take care of me?

Mike!

Mike! Hey, Mike!

If yous'll pardon me this intrusion.

There's a couple of
police officers out here.

Cops.

I don't speak their language, see?

And they wants me to
identify this guy.

What's the Spanish
for 'drunken bum'?

O'HARA: It was early October
when we made San Francisco

and dropped anchor across
the bay from the city, in Sausalito.

It had been a most
interesting cruise.

All very rich and rare and strange.

But I had had no stomach for it.

To begin with, living on a hook

takes away your appetite.

You've no taste
for any pleasure at all,

but the one
that's burning in you.

But even without an appetite

I'd learned it's quite amazing
how much a fool like me can swallow.

Please, Michael, be careful.

The car's down there.

Mr. Bannister's waiting
to take you into the city.

To San Francisco.
But you're not going with him.

You're going with me.

Michael...

O'HARA: You think
I can't take care of you.

You think I'd be after running off
with you to a desert island,

to eat berries and goat's milk.

And I'd have to take in
washing to support you.

GRISBY:
Hello, kiddies.

There's George.

What would you say to $5,000
to get us started?

GRISBY: We've got a date
with a couple of beers, fella.

Arthur was asking for you.

He wondered where you'd gone.

I won't tell him.

You didn't answer my question.

- $5,000?
- Goodbye, Michael.

Couldn't we start on that?

Would you have to
take in washing on $5,000?

Sit down.

I suppose you're wondering
what's behind my little proposition.

None of your business
actually,

but, since we're what you
might call 'partners in crime',

I might as well tell you that
the firm of Bannister & Grisby

is insured against
the death of either partner.

That means, if one of us dies,
the other stands to get a lot of money.

- Thanks. Now, leave us alone.
- Yes, sir.

Like some other people we both know,
I'm not very happily married.

And another thing...

Frankly, I don't want to be
within 1,000 miles of that city

or any other city when they
start dropping those bombs.

Michael! There's been a suggestion
we drive you into town.

GRISBY:
Wanna beer before you go?

I'll be waiting with
Mrs. Bannister in the car.

Better meet me in my office.
Make it late tonight.

- What for?
- $5,000.

That ought to take a girl and
a sailor on quite a nice little trip.

I'll meet you at your office.

Do. There's a little paper
I'd like you to sign.

It's nothing very binding
or important, really.

Just a confession of murder.

Here's to crime!

She say, meet you at aquarium,
9 o'clock, before many people there.

O'HARA:
The aquarium.

Oh, er...

If you ever need a good lawyer,
Michael, let me know.

"I, Michael O'Hara,

"in order to live in peace with my God,
do freely make the following confession.

"On the evening of August 9th..."
That's tomorrow night, fella.

"I shot and killed
Mr. George Grisby

"placing his dead corpse
in the Sausalito bay."

Just a minute, sir.

What you're reading there,
am I suppose to have written it?

It's your confession.

This is the easiest $5,000
you're ever gonna earn, fella.

Why don't you do it yourself?

Commit suicide? Me?
Don't be silly.

Suicide is against the law.

We're not going to break the law.

This is going to be murder,
and it's going to be legal.

I wanna live,
but I wanna vanish.

I wanna go away and change my
name, and never be heard of again.

But that costs money,
and isn't easy nowadays.

If they're looking for you,
they'll find you.

Unless they think
you're dead.

They'll find you even on the
smallest island in the South Seas.

That's where
I'm going to be, fella.

On that smallest island.

I'll mail the rest to you
after the murder.

I want to live on
that island in peace.

That won't be possible unless
the world is satisfied I don't exist.

You know, the law
is a funny thing, fella.

The State of California will say
I'm dead, 'officially' dead,

if somebody'll say
they murdered me.

That's what I'm paying you for.

- To murder you?
- To say you did.

Well, what happens
to you really?

Well, I disappear.

- What happens to me?
- Nothing.

That's the joker.

You swear you killed me,
but you can't be arrested.

That's the law.
Look it up for yourself.

There's no such thing as homicide,
unless they find a corpse.

It just isn't murder
if they don't find a body.

According to the law, I'm dead
if you say you murdered me.

But you're not a murderer
unless I'm dead.

(CHUCKLING)

Silly, isn't it?

I've never seen an aquarium.

Would you show me about?

I couldn't think where
else we could meet.

Only tourists come here,
and schoolchildren.

O'HARA:
And lovers.

- Oh, Michael!
- Fair Rosalie!

- Do you love me very much?
- I do.

Do you still want to take
me away with you?

Why do you ask me that?

Tell me where we'll go, Michael.
Will you carry me off into the sunrise?

Don't torment me.
I'll take proper care of you.

- You won't starve.
- I don't care where it is, Michael.

Just take me there.

Take me, quick.

Take me.

(SCHOOLCHILDREN GIGGLING)

For heaven's sakes, come along.
Come on.

- Come on. Come on.
- Can't I look? I want to see.

I don't want you
to worry about us, Rosalie.

- Oh, Michael. I am worried...
- I'm making arrangements.

The things you said
yesterday about...

about money.

You didn't sound like...

like you.

You're not going to try
anything foolish, are you?

I'm afraid so.

Something very
foolish indeed.

"I, Michael O'Hara,

"in order to live in
peace with my God

"do freely make the
following confession..."

Read the last part.

That explains the whole of it.

"We arrived at the boat landing
at approximately 10:20.

"Mr. Grisby said he heard a sound.
Something suspicious.

"He said he was frightened of a hold-up
and asked me to get the gun

"out of the side-pocket
of the car, just in case.

"I reached in and got the gun,
but I'd hardly taken hold of it

"when the gun went off
by accident in my hand.

"Then I saw that Mr. Grisby
was all covered with blood.

"It took me a minute to realize
that Mr. Grisby was dead.

"To realize that I, Michael O'Hara,
had killed him."

But I don't understand, Michael.

What were you doing with
George in Sausalito?

It says Mr. Grisby wanted
to spend the night on the yacht

and asked me to drive him there.

And that's when I killed him.

You see, with the rough
tide there is in the bay,

they wouldn't recover the body,
if there was one.

You don't understand,
darling.

He isn't dead yet,
Grisby's alive.

He won't be murdered
till tonight.

Is that foolish enough
for you?

My husband wrote that thing
and got you to sign it for him.

It's one of those famous
Bannister tricks.

No, it's Grisby's idea.

It seems... It seems
Mr. Grisby wants to disappear.

And this is a scheme of his
to get himself declared dead.

There's more to it
than that, Michael.

I don't know what,
but there's more.

It's a trap of some kind.

You meet George tonight,
just as he arranged.

Go with him to Sausalito

and do whatever crazy nonsense
he asks you to do.

As long as nobody gets hurt,
it won't matter.

But don't let him
out of your sight.

Maybe George isn't as big a fool
as he seems to be, but...

I'll swear my husband's
behind this whole thing.

Oh Michael, why did you
let yourself get dragged into it?

Sure because I'm a fool.

A deliberate,
intentional fool.

And that's the worst kind.

Or didn't you know?

Yes, my beloved,
my beloved fool.

I know.

I don't think there's
anybody home, just Broome.

Mr. Bannister's in the city, and Mrs.
Bannister, I think, went to the movies.

- Better wait for me in the kitchen.
- Okay.

Make some coffee,
we'll both need it.

I've got things to attend to.

Well?

I wonder, am I the only one
that's onto you and her?

Who?

Nobody else seems to guess
you're sweet on her.

That oughta be worth
a little extra.

But I'll throw it in
for the same price.

What are you selling?

I can shut up,
that's what I'm selling.

You see, I'm a snoopy
kind of a guy.

I find things out.

I get around.

I got around one
afternoon in Sausalito.

I overheard a little
conversation down in Mexico.

I found out
about a little plot of yours.

I guess you wouldn't
want me to say nothing

about how you're fixin'
to frame Michael.

Yeah, frame him for a murder
you're gonna commit.

Well, let's talk it over
tomorrow, huh?

When you'll be playing dead, and
somebody we both know is really dead?

No thanks, Mr. Grisby.

We'll settle our account
right now.

All right, Broome.

If you insist.

(GUNSHOT)

- What are you doing?
- Oh, hello Michael.

I'm start. You drive.

Were you shooting a gun?

Yeah, I was just doing
a little target practice.

That's what you're going
to say, isn't it,

when you shoot the gun
down by the boat landing,

and people come out of the bar
to see what happened?

You're gonna say,

"I was just doing
a little target practice."

Of course, really, you're
supposed to have shot me.

And later,
when nobody's looking

you're supposed to have thrown
my corpse into the bay.

(CHUCKLING)

- Look out!
- (BREAKS SQUEALING)

What happened back there?

Anybody hurt?

- Kind of banged it up, mister.
- Yes.

Our fault, I'm afraid.
Here's my card.

Let me know
if there's any damage.

Looks like you got damage.

- I can still drive.
- Look at your hand, it's cut bad!

- It's okay, fella, really.
- Well, goodnight, Mr. Grisby.

Goodnight.

- Did he get a good look at us?
- What's that?

The truck driver, I mean.
He'll make a good witness.

What?

He'll testify he saw us
just before the murder.

(GRISBY CHUCKLING)

Broome, are you ill?

I got some lead in me,
where it hurts.

I'll call a doctor.

Did already.

Trouble is, the doc
will report to the police.

The police'll wanna know who
was the certain party who shot me.

Don't worry, he'll get his.

There's... there's
gonna be a murder.

Ain't gonna be no fake murder,
not this time.

Somebody's gonna be killed.

- You mean...?
- Yeah, your husband.

Maybe he's the one
who's gonna be knocked off.

What?

Could be.

You'd better
get down to his office

if you wanna
do anything about it.

What're you doing?

Getting blood all over
the floor of the car.

My blood. It's perfect.

If you'd shot me,
there would be blood, fella. See?

Now,

when you get back
to the garage,

start washing out
the bloodstains.

You're trying to wipe
out the evidence, see?

But be careful not to do such a good job
that they can't analyze the stains.

Just try to wash that out.

Now, come on, get the gun.
It's in the glove compartment.

Good. Come on, now,
let's go.

Now, be sure to let people in the bar
in there get a good look at you.

They're bound to ask
about the shooting.

Just say you're doing
a little target practice.

Be sure and wait until you
hear the speedboat get away.

- Understand?
- Where are you going?

Gimme that cap!

(LAUGHING)

What are you laughing at?

Wait and see.

(BOAT ENGINE CHUGGING)

(BOAT ACCELERATING)

(CHATTERING)

WOMAN:
Get the law!

MAN:
Get back in the house!

WOMAN:
Well, look at you!

MAN:
Hortense! Hortense!

MAN: Will you come back in the house.
It's none of your business!

MAN 2: Why don't you let people
get some sleep around here?

MAN 3: Somebody said
they heard a shot!

Hey, what're you doing
with that gun?

I was just doing
a little target practice.

Where're you going
with it now?

- Is he drunk?
- He's soused!

(BOAT ENGINE CHUGGING)

San Rafael, please.
San Rafael, please.

Hello. I wanna speak
to Mrs. Bannister.

What?

It's me, Broome.

Get down to the office.
Montgomery Street.

You was framed.

Grisby didn't want to disappear.
He just wanted an alibi.

And you're it.
You're the fall guy.

Grisby's gone down there
to kill Bannister, now.

Hello?

Hello?

Hello?

(POLICE WHISTLE SOUNDING)

- Stop that car!
- Stop the car.

- Am I too late?
- For what?

- To save Mr. Bannister.
- Who? Who are you?

- Hey, that's blood, ain't it?
- Sure, it's blood.

- All over his clothes
- It's all over the seat!

- Where?
- Let go of me.

- Blood all over him!
- Give us your name!

Michael O'Hara!
Tell me what happened.

Hey, listen to this
paper I found on the floor.

It's nothin'. I wanna know
about Mr. Bannister.

How 'bout it, Joe?

"I, Michael O'Hara, in order
to live in peace with my God..."

BANNISTER:
Yes, Michael?

You were asking for me?

MEDIC:
Pardon me, please.

"...do freely make the
following confession..."

Confession?

"On the evening of August 9,
I shot and killed George Grisby."

Then it wasn't you that was
killed, it was him, Grisby!

Hello, darling.
Have you heard the news?

George has been murdered.

He was found here in the street
with Michael's cap in his hand.

Michael is going to
need a good lawyer.

O'HARA:
Well, it's my own fault,

but that's how I got into it,
big boob that I am.

I began to ask myself
if I wasn't out of my head entirely.

The wrong man was arrested.

The wrong man was shot.

Grisby was dead
and so was Broome.

And what about Bannister?

He was going to defend me
in a trial for my life.

And me, charged with a couple
of murders I did not commit.

Either me or the rest of the
whole world is absolutely insane.

You know my associate,
Mr. Seeley, dear?

He's arranged for your pass into the jail.
It's right here in the building.

- You want him to take you?
- I'd rather go by myself.

All right, Seeley,
I'll join you in the office.

Okay, Mr Bannister.

Excuse me, Mrs. Bannister.

So, you want to be alone
with Michael?

- It was your idea.
- JUDGE: Morning, Bannister.

Good morning, Judge.
That boy of yours still in the hospital?

- Been home since Tuesday.
- Well, that's fine, Judge.

- Wasn't it your idea?
- What's that, Lover?

Oh, I beg your pardon.

Wasn't it your idea?

Isn't it your idea to save
Michael from the gas chamber?

And Arthur Bannister
is the only one who can do it.

What do you think?

- Hello, Galloway!
- Hi Bannister. How's tricks?

Do you know our
District Attorney, dear?

- How do you do. Mr...
- Mrs. Bannister.

Oh, Fassbender...

I was the murdered
man's partner.

The other victim
was my servant.

If I defend Michael,
any jury is going to figure

I have reason to believe
that he's innocent.

And you have reason to believe
that Michael is innocent?

I, er...

I hear that Galloway
is going to say

that Michael took George's corpse
into the city in our speedboat.

But he didn't.
We can prove...

"Prove"?
George couldn't have taken it.

- Why not?
- Well, how could he get back?

- Back where?
- To the yacht, naturally.

The speedboat couldn't
have driven itself.

Or maybe it was
George's ghost.

Maybe the boat
just drifted back.

No, Lover.

Michael has got to plead
excusable homicide.

But you can prove he
didn't do it with his gun.

They already know it wasn't
Michael's gun that killed George.

The gun that did kill George
can't be found, Lover.

So we can't prove
that Michael didn't shoot him.

And it was Michael's gun
that killed Broome.

Now...

Michael is going to need

everything that the 'greatest living
trial lawyer' can do for him.

Our good District Attorney over there
has worked up a beautiful case.

The truck driver, the fat saloon
keeper down at the docks...

They'll be effective witnesses.
And he'll know how to handle them.

And then there's
this crazy confession.

But Michael has
an explanation.

"Explanation"?

- You think it's funny?
- Funny?

You mean that story about how
George hired Michael to kill George?

To pretend to kill him.

Really?

Why would George
want to disappear?

Michael said something about
'partnership insurance'.

- What?
- Partnership insurance.

- Which he, George, wanted to collect?
- Yes, yes.

And he, George, wanted everybody
to think he was dead?!

Yes!

Dead, so that he could
collect the insurance?

Yes.

Well, if he was dead,
how could he collect?

Now, Lover,

if your Irishman doesn't want
to go to the gas chamber

he's going to have to trust me.

But you, do you trust him?

I wouldn't trust him with my wife.

You want to make sure
he doesn't get off, don't you?

I've never lost a case, remember?

Besides...

My wife might think
he was a martyr.

I've got to defend him.

I haven't any choice.

And neither have you.

Hello.

It looks bad for me.
Isn't that what your husband says?

Whatever else he is,
Arthur's a marvelous lawyer.

- You've got to trust him, Michael.
- Why? Why should I trust him?

Because it's your only chance.

Because I want you to.

That'll have to do
for a reason.

Michael...

- Why did you kill Broome?
- What?

Don't be afraid to tell me, please.
I just want to know.

Sure, it was
Grisby killed Broome.

Was him who was gonna
murder your husband.

- George kill Arthur?
- George, yes.

What could he possibly
gain from it?

Well, for one thing,
he couldn't get a divorce.

What?

That was the chief reason Grisby
wanted people to think he was dead.

So he could
get away from his wife.

Wife.
But that's impossible.

Why?

George didn't have a wife.

He wasn't married.

GALLOWAY: Because of that, you
can be fairly certain of the exact month.

GOLDIE: Mrs. Bannister, hey,
I saved a seat fer yous.

Would yous gentlemen
please move over?

Thank you.

- WOMAN: Sit down.
- Oh, I just want to look at her.

BANNISTER:
I object!

The question calls for
the operation of the officer's mind.

- CROWD: (LAUGHING)
- Sustained.

Very well. In the interests
of saving time, we'll proceed,

as I'm sure Officer Peters
is most anxious to go home.

to his wife and family
before returning to duty.

Now then, Officer Peters,

except for the blood,
the clothes were dry?

- Yes, sir.
- They were dry?

Yet the defendant stated in his confession
that he threw the body into the bay.

Your Honor, the District Attorney isn't
cross-examining, he's making speeches.

That simply isn't so!

BANNISTER: I move for
the declaration of mistrial

on the grounds that the
jury is being prejudiced!

These are some of the great Bannister's
trial tactics, in appeal for sympathy.

The District Attorney
is beginning to get vicious.

When you two gentlemen get over
your argument, tell me who won.

Then, I'll decide on the objection.

Objection sustained.

Your witness, Mr. Bannister.

No questions.

Except...

Yes.

Officer Peters, erm,

I don't wish to keep you
from your wife and children

any more than
the District Attorney,

who was so concerned
about them a moment ago.

But, er, I would like
to ask you one question.

Officer Peters,

have you a wife and children?

Well...

No.

Thank you.
You may step down.

JUDGE:
Call your next witness.

GALLOWAY:
I call...

Arthur Bannister.

(CROWD MURMURING)

WOMAN:
My God!

It's certainly unusual,
Your Honor,

to put a defense attorney
on the witness stand.

But I'm confident that my
client will make no objection.

Hey, Galloway can't make Bannister
testify against his own client, can he?

Hey, what happened?

- Oh, sit down!
- Why should I?

Your Honor,
I wouldn't take this step

if there were any
more effective means

of establishing the evidence
I wish to bring forward.

With my client's
express permission

Mr. Bannister
will take the stand.

I've never seen anything
like that before.

- I always thought he was smart.
- They don't come any smarter.

(SPEAKING LOCAL DIALECT)

You ain't kiddin'!

CLERK: You solemnly swear
the evidence you're about to give

to be the truth, the whole truth,
and nothing but the truth,

- so help you God?
- I do.

State your name.

Arthur Bannister.

Mr. Bannister,

you are a member of the Bar?

BANNISTER:
I am.

(LAUGHING)

- Shh!
- Quiet!

And have been...

And have been
for a number of years.

That is correct.

- (SNEEZING)
- The def...

The defendant, Michael O'Hara, worked
as a member of the crew of your yacht?

Yes.

Did he seem happy in his job?

I beg your pardon?

- You had your back turned...
- Did he seem happy in his job?

Reasonably so.

- Did you get that answer?
- I did, sir.

Reasonably so.

As a matter of fact,
wasn't he threatening to quit?

BANNISTER:
Yes.

Did you know, Mr. Bannister,
that right after the murders

- (SNEEZING)
- (SNIFFING)

Right after the murders,
we found the defendant's bags packed

and everything put away in
readiness for an immediate departure?

Yes.

Well, in your experience

as an attorney, would this
not indicate premeditation?

The District Attorney
is again making speeches...

- Premeditation and plan for flight?
- Making speeches and drawing conclusions!

- I am not drawing conclusions.
- You are drawing conclusions!

And he is asking improper questions
in order to influence...

"Improper questions"?
Your Honor, I think...

And I must ask Your Honor
to declare a mistrial!

Overruled.

Exception.

No further questions.

BANNISTER: Would Your Honor
kindly explain to the jury

that since the District Attorney has
placed me in the position of a witness

that I am permitted, as the defense
attorney, to cross-examine myself?

GALLOWAY: These are more of the
persuasive Mr. Bannister's trial tactics.

The, er...
The jury is so instructed.

Question:

Mr. Bannister, did the
defendant say anything

as to why he had
taken the job?

Answer:

Yes, Mr. Bannister.

(LAUGHING)

Be reminded, Mr. Bannister,
that Mr. Bannister

had to go to the seaman's hiring
hall and use his persuasive powers

to convince the defendant
to take the job.

Question:

Can you think of anything else,
Mr. Bannister,

that is relevant to this inquiry?

Well, I found this
boy to be clean cut,

courageous, resourceful,

honest, hardworking.

Question:
Now, now, Mr. Bannister,

please answer the question,
'yes' or 'no'.

Can you think of anything else
that is relevant to this issue?

Answer:

No!

(LAUGHING)

Very well. Thank you,
Mr. Bannister.

You may step down.

(LAUGHING CONTINUES)

GALLOWAY:
Your Honor,

I have a subpoena for a witness
who is present in the courtroom.

May I have the bailiff
serve it at this time?

Bailiff, you will
serve the subpoena.

I call Mrs. Arthur Bannister.

There's no law that says
she has to take that, is there?

I don't know.

- MAN: Sure, she's got to.
- Well, who says?

WOMAN: Sit down
and mind your own business.

CLERK:
Raise your right hand.

Do you solemnly swear the evidence
you're about to give will be the truth,

the whole truth, and nothing but the
truth, so help you God?

I do.

- State your name.
- Mrs. Arthur Bannister.

Mrs. Bannister,

did you ever have guards
to police your house,

or the yacht on which
you just made a cruise?

No.

GALLOWAY:
Why?

We never felt the need of it.

GALLOWAY: You have no children,
have you?

ELSA:
I had no children.

GALLOWAY:
You have no children.

So you were never concerned about
kidnappers, is that correct?

That is correct.

There was a man employed
in your house

and on your husband's yacht
named Sidney Broome?

ELSA:
Yes.

You've known Mr. Broome
for several years?

Er, no.

Would it surprise you if I were
to tell you that the detective

hired by your husband

in divorce cases
was Sidney Broome?

The man who was employed
in your house as a butler,

and on your husband's
yacht as a steward,

and who was
subsequently murdered...

- I object!
- Does counsel deny...?

(COUGHING)
Overruled.

Does counsel deny that
the butler, Broome,

was the detective, Broome,
used by him in divorce cases?

Mrs. Bannister, can you think of
any reason why your husband

would want to hire a divorce detective
other than to watch you?

I object!

Objection sustained.

As a matter of fact,
didn't you and your husband

have an argument about your
showing an infatuation for O'Hara?

We did not.

Isn't it a fact

that the defendant, O'Hara,
made advances to you?

And told you
he was infatuated with you?

He was very respectful.

Speak up, Mrs. Bannister.

He was very respectful.

And I think he was fond of me.

Just what is your definition
of 'fond', Mrs. Bannister?

As a matter of fact,
you and Michael O'Hara

have kissed each
other, haven't you?

To name one occasion,

you were seen in the aquarium
of this city kissing each other!

Do you deny that?

No.

No further questions.

Your witness, Mr. Bannister.

No questions.

NEWSREADER: The State Department
has refused any comment.

Meanwhile, here
in San Francisco,

the fate of 'Black Irish' O'Hara,

notorious waterfront agitator,

whose trial for the murder
of socialite George Grisby

has held the front pages
these recent weeks,

remains undecided, as the jury,
already out seven hours,

has still to return a verdict.

The whole 'Black Irish' case,
according to well informed...

JUDGE:
(HUMMING)

(FOGHORN SOUNDING IN DISTANCE)

- How long do they take, usually?
- You can't ever tell about a jury.

Excuse me, Your Honor.

Yes?

The jury's coming out now.

Oh, thank you, Officer McNulty.

(COUGHING)

By the way...

What has Elsa been telling you?

Did you imagine that I didn't know
she's been coming to see you?

- She asked me to trust you.
- But you don't.

The jury's reached its verdict,
Mr. Bannister.

Why?

Because I know you
wanted me to be convicted.

Now that it's too late
for you to do anything about it,

I might as well tell you,
this is one case I've enjoyed losing.

I'm coming to see you
in the death house, Michael.

Every day.

Our little visits
will be great fun.

I'm going to ask for
a stay of execution.

I really hope
it will be granted.

I want you to live as long
as possible before you die.

You're talking kinda tough,
aren't you, Mr. Bannister?

I've got an edge.

I know you're going
the gas chamber.

Don't be so sure.

I know the killer.

I know who murdered Grisby.

ELSA:
Michael!

CLERK: Ladies and gentlemen of the jury,
have you arrived at a verdict?

- We, the jury, have...
- Hey, wait a minute!

(SCREAMING)

He took poison!
Poison pills!

Take him to my chambers!

Send for the doctor!

I just talked to the doctor
on the phone.

He's coming right over.
Said to keep him on his feet.

- We need some help out there.
- I can't control this crowd all by myself.

The way I understand it,
Mr Galloway,

he'll be all right
if we keep him moving.

I need help in there!

- If he goes to sleep, he's done for.
- Done for? Well...

I need at least two of you officers
to control the crowd in my courtroom.

I'll try and get the reporters.

Reporters?
You'll do no such thing.

- Fassbender! Fassbender.
- FASSBENDER: Mr. Galloway.

I'll see the reporters myself!

We have to prepare a statement.

That's it, Manny,
keep him walking!

- (TELEPHONE RINGING)
- McNULTY: All right, Mr. Galloway.

(RINGING CONTINUES)

(GLASS SHATTERING)

Go back, there!

No pictures.

No pictures, please, now!

(TELEPHONE RINGING)

(RINGING CONTINUES)

Stay close together now,
while I escort you out to dinner.

- Sure, it's Mike.
- What can we do?

We gotta think o' somethin'.

Hey, that's another jury
from another trial across there.

He's walkin' out with 'em.

Do not talk about the case
outside of this jury room.

The judge hopes that you will arrive
at a verdict as soon as possible.

Hey! That way!
Come on, there he goes!

- My goodness, my window!
- (TELEPHONE RINGING)

My chessboard! McNulty!
Officer Fishburne!

I expect a full report from you.

Get off the floor,
Officer Fishburne!

No pictures!

Hello?

That woman's too nice looking
to have stolen all that jewelry.

Jury duty is such a
responsibility, don't you think?

Hey, you!

You were told
not to talk about the case.

Now, don't let it happen again.
All right, keep moving!

Elsa!

(SPEAKING LOCAL DIALECT)

(SPEAKING LOCAL DIALECT)

(SPEAKING LOCAL DIALECT)

(SPEAKING LOCAL DIALECT)

Backstage.

(SPEAKING LOCAL DIALECT)

Li Gong

(SPEAKING LOCAL DIALECT)

Hello, Li?

Hello. Li Gong.

(SPEAKING LOCAL DIALECT)

(SPEAKING LOCAL DIALECT)

- Why did you do it, Michael?
- I didn't. I'm not guilty.

Oh. Oh, the pills you mean?
The pills.

I saw you begging me to swallow 'em,
begging me with your eyes.

But you didn't mean for me
to take them all, of course.

So I held some back,
but not enough.

I took too many
of the pills.

I'm faint.

And now what?

- I've got to find something before I faint.
- Don't you know they'll catch you?

- Where do you think you can hide?
- I got to find that gun.

Gun?

- What gun?
- I've got to find

the gun that killed Grisby.
It'll prove I'm innocent.

Well, I've
phoned our servant, Li.

We're trying to arrange something,
some place to take you.

Just wait here quietly
and watch the play.

The police.

Put your arms around me.

Don't move!

O'HARA:
Don't you move!

I told you not to move.
I mean it.

I found the gun.

You killed Grisby. Yes.

You're the killer.

(SCREAMING)

O'HARA:
I was right.

She was the killer.
She killed Grisby.

Now she was going to kill me.

Her servant Li and his friends
smuggled me out in the darkness

and hid me where I'd be safe
from the cops, not safe from her.

One of the Chinese worked
in an amusement park.

It was closed for the season.

An empty amusement park
makes a good hideout.

And she wanted me hidden.

Well, I came to...

in the Crazy House!

And, for a while there,
I thought it was me that was crazy.

After what I'd been through,
anything crazy at all seemed natural.

But, now...

I was sane
on one subject:

Her.

I knew about her.

She planned to kill Bannister.

She and Grisby.

Grisby was to do it for a
share of Bannister's money.

That's what Grisby thought.

But, of course, she meant to kill Grisby,
too, after he'd served his purpose.

Poor howling idiot.
He never even did that.

He went and shot Broome
and that was not part of the plan.

Broome might have got to
the police before he died.

And if the cops traced it to Grisby,
and the cops made Grisby talk,

he'd spill everything,
and she'd be finished.

So, she had to shut up
Grisby, but quick.

And I was the fall guy.

ELSA: In here.
We're less likely to be heard.

O'HARA: I was thinking it was only
your husband you wanted to kill.

Why don't you try to understand?

George was supposed
to take care of Arthur

but he lost his silly
head and shot Broome.

After that, I knew
I couldn't trust him.

He was mad.

He had to be shot.

And what about me?

We could have gone off together.

Into the sunrise?

You and me?
Or you and Grisby?

I love you.

"One who follows his nature keeps
his original nature in the end."

But haven't you heard ever
of something better to follow?

- No.
- (SQUEAKING)

(SQUEAKING)

I knew I'd find you two together.

If I hadn't, Elsa, I might have
gone on playing it your way.

You didn't know that, but you
did plan for me to follow you.

You've been drinking.

I presume you think
that if you murder me here

your sailor friend
will get the blame

and you'll be free
to spend my money.

Well, dear, you aren't the
only one who wants me to die.

Our good friend,
the District Attorney,

is just itching to open
a letter that I left with him.

The letter tells
all about you, Lover.

So, you'd be foolish
to fire that gun.

With these mirrors,
it's difficult to tell.

You are aiming at me,
aren't you?

I'm aiming at you, Lover!

Of course, killing you
is killing myself.

It's the same thing.

But, you know,
I'm pretty tired of both of us.

BANNISTER:
You know, for a smart girl,

you make a lot of mistakes.

You should have let me live.

You're gonna need a good lawyer.

He and George...

And now me.

Like the sharks,
mad with their own blood

chewing away
at their own selves.

It's true.

I made a lot of mistakes.

You said the world's bad.

We can't run away
from the badness

and you're right there.
But you said we can't fight it.

We must deal with the
badness, make terms.

And didn't the badness
deal with you...

and make its own terms
in the end, surely?

You can fight,
but what good is it?

Goodbye.

- Do you mean we can't win?
- No, we can't win.

Give my love to the sunrise.

We can't lose either,
only if we quit.

And you're not going to?

Not again.

Oh, Michael...

I'm afraid.

Michael, come back here!

Michael, please!

I don't want to die!

I don't want to die!

I went to call the cops

but I knew she'd be dead
before they got there.

And I'd be free.

Bannister's note
to the DA would fix it.

I'd be innocent, officially.

But that's a big word, 'innocent'.
'Stupid' is more like it.

Well...

Everybody is somebody's fool.

The only way to stay
out of trouble is to grow old.

So, I guess
I'll concentrate on that.

Maybe I'll live so long
that I'll forget her.

Maybe I'll die trying.