All language subtitles for The Suspect (1944).en

Good afternoon, Mrs. Simmons.

Good afternoon, Mr. Marshal.

Isn't it a fine spring day?

- Oh, it's lovely!
- You've done wonders with your garden.

I have a green thumb, as they say in Devon.

- Would you like some plants?
- Oh, thank you very much,

but I'm afraid my wife hasn't got much time
to look after the garden, and I--

Whoa.

- Are you lost?
- Order was to be here at 6:00 sharp, governor.

Twenty-six?

- Twenty-six is right, sir.
- Oh.

Well, Mr. Philip Marshall!

What a privilege it is to see you home at last.

- What's the cab for, Cora?
- What did you think?

Penny bus is good enough for me
whenever I get a minute off

from slaving and digging in this house.

Did John send for that cab?

Bright as a button, aren't you?

That's just what young hopeful did.

He's getting out bag and baggage,
the selfish, ungrateful, good-for- nothing.

What did you do to him?

What did I do to him?

That's right, put the blame on me.

All I did was to bring him into the world,

nurse him, make myself a doormat
for him to walk on.

Go on, go to him!

And tell him from me

that when he leaves this house,
he needn't think he can come crawling back!

Deserting his own mother!

Well, son.

- I'm sorry, Dad.
- Leaving, well, it was bound to come.

I'd stick it out here on your account.

What happened?

She was at me all day to mend the kitchen sink.

I just couldn't take the time.

It's been a race at the office, you know,

there's not a chap there wouldn't give his right arm

- for that Canadian jaunt,
- I know.

Now I've been doing
some extra work on my own time.

Cost estimates,

thought it might give me a leg up.

Then she got into one of her rages,

and before I could stop her,

20 pages,

a whole week's work.

Do you have a place to stay?

I'll stay at Jimmy Esterberger's.

I'm sorry, boy.

Can't be helped.

- Allow me.
- No, no, thank you.

Let me have your address at Jimmy's.

I'll keep in touch with you, Dad.

First bank holiday, maybe,
if you're not too busy.

- Mind that step, boy.
- Right.

You could spend the day with Margaret,
perhaps, or go on the river.

I'd like that, Dad.

Pity this house isn't good enough for you.

- Goodbye, Mother.
- "Goodbye, Mother,"

you mealy-mouthed hypocrite.

Two of a kind, that's what you are.

Right here, sir.

Well, I'll see you soon, Dad.

I shall miss you, son.

Philip, come here!

Don't you go sneaking off upstairs,

running off right when I'm talking to you.

Just as if I were a common servant!

I know it's my due even if you don't.

- And what do you think you're doing now?
- I'm moving into John's room.

Of all the indecent--

- We're married, aren't we?
- Yes, we're married, all right.

Then, how dare you!

I forbid it, do you hear me?

I forbid you to treat me like this.

Now, Cora, that's all over now that John's gone.

All over and done with, do you understand me?

I'm moving out of here,

- and there's nothing you can do about it.
- Oh, yes, there is,

there's plenty I can do!

What's got into you?

I'd like to know what's going on in your head!

It's much better that you shouldn't, Cora.

Might frighten you.

- A very interesting piece, sir.
- Why, yes, indeed.

Can I be of any service, madam?

It isn't closing time, is it?

Very nearly, madam.

- I should like--
- We don't sell cigarettes to ladies, madam.

Oh, no, of course not.

I should like to see the manager, please.

Mr. Marshall.

If you'll kindly step this way, miss,

and take a seat,

he'll be with you in a moment.

Merridew.

Yes, Mr. Marshall?

I have to bring a very serious
matter to your attention.

Yes, sir.

I regret to say there's a shortage
in your account.

There's a penny missing in the stamp box.

It was for a sugar bun this morning,

but I'll put it back on payday,
honest, Mr. Marshall.

And the tuppence the day before yesterday,
what was that for?

Acid drops, sir.

Acid drops?

That's very serious.

And the ha'penny the day before?

For the monkey with the hurdy-gurdy,

but I'll put it all back Saturday,
every last farthing.

That's what all embezzlers plan to do.

I'm not an embezzler.

Yes, but you started that way.

It's the first step that counts.

After that, it all becomes too easy.

Sixpence tomorrow.

Half a crown the day after.

- And then a five pound note.
- But--

I know you always mean to pay it back,

but I'm afraid you'll finish
by paying it back in the Portland quarries.

Don't send me to no quarries,

please, Mr. Marshall!

Oh, not this time, Merridew.

Stop sniffling, and wipe your eyes.

There's a young lady to see you, Mr. Marshall.

Would you step this way, please?

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

What can I do for you?

It's what I'd like to do for you,
I'm seeking employment.

Well, uh, here?

Yes, office work.

I know how to take dictation.

We're very satisfied with our young men.

Our young men have been in our employ
for 30 or 40 years.

Well, I wouldn't think of taking
anyone else's place.

I only thought that--

Well, you see, I know how to use
a new typewriting machine.

We have never felt the need

for such contraptions
at Frazer and Nicholson's.

I see.

- Well.
- I am so sorry.

I think you might have better luck
in a draper's establishment.

I've tried.

Lovely spring weather we're having, isn't it?

- Good night.
- Good night.

- Good night, Mr. Myron.
- Good night, Jarvis.

- Bill, not gone yet, Marshall?
- No, is there anything further

- I can do for you tonight, Mr. Frazer, sir?
- No, thank you.

Always the last, always the last.

- Good night, Mr. Marshall.
- Good night.

Merridew!

- Yes, Mr. Marshall, sir?
- Now, mind you, put that seven tip

back in the stamp box Saturday, hm?

- Yes.
- And don't you ever let this happen again.

It won't, Mr. Marshall.

No, run along now.

Merridew!

Yes, sir?

- Good night, Thomas.
- Night, Mr. Marshall, sir!

I beg your pardon.

- Is there anything I can do?
- Go away, please, leave me alone.

Oh, Mr. Marshall!

- I thought you were trying--
- Well, I wasn't, I'm hardly the type.

Please, forgive me.

I only wanted to help if I could.

Thank you, you're very kind.

I'm afraid I'm behaving rather badly.

Oh, now come, come, it can't be that bad.

Would, uh,

talking about it make it a bit easier?

At any rate, would you let me
take you to your bus?

I'd be glad if you would.

I was really sorry about

- the work in my office, Miss...
- Gray, Mary Gray.

...Miss Gray.

Disappointment is a bit of a facer always.

It wasn't just that, I've been going about all day,

and I forgot to have lunch.

I was feeling a bit dull.

All at once, it came over me
how terribly alone I was.

See, my father died in the winter,

- and there were just the two of us.
- Well, I know what it is to be lonely,

and I know that that can be faced.

Does that make you feel any better?

Ever so much.

Where are you going?

Home.

Ohh, I see.

A cup of tea, a sixpenny novel,
and a good long cry?

I'm afraid you've been looking in at my window.

That's right, smile!

I'll try.

Shall we pool our loneliness?

- What do you mean?
- Oh, just go somewhere

for a bite to eat, and have a talk--
You know, I'm sure I know someone

who needs the services of a clever young lady

that can use one of those typewriting contraptions.

- Well, I-
- Why don't you try just for this evening?

You might find you enjoy I,
and it'd be a great kindness to me.

I'm sure it would be to me.

Oh, but aren't you on your way to someone?

Someone?

No, there's no one.

Cabbie!

Twenty-two Old Compton Street,
that Chinese place.

It was very good of you to take me on trust.

Not all together.

I saw you with that little boy.

Little--oh, you mean Merridew.

The one you're not going to send
to the Portland quarries.

I'm taking a terrible risk.

He's a desperate character, don't you think?

So desperate I wanted to hug him.

That's the danger with his type,
they get 'round you.

You were so gentle with him.

Gentle, me gentle?

My dear, Miss Gray, you will discover in time

I have a heart of stone.

Oh, Philip, I've had such a good time since we met.

- Can't thank you enough.
- Please don't try.

You say the nicest things, you do the nicest things.

What have I done now?

Have you forgotten that you got me
my job at Exton and Winwood's?

Don't remember a thing about it.

I only remember the things
that haven't happened yet.

Speaking about that,
what about dinner tomorrow night?

- I just hate to eat alone.
- Sweet of you.

Oh, dear.

I can't.

Why not?

Otherwise engaged.

Mrs. Packer, I told you about her.

She works at Exton and Winwood.

A real old duck,
but she's been frightfully nice to me,

so I asked her and her husband to dine with me.

Ohh, I see.

But, listen, why don't you come along,
I'd like very much for you to meet them.

Why I'd like to very much, but I--

No buts, now come along, Philip.

Now listen, Mary.

You and I are pretty good friends.

- The best.
- We had a lot of fun together,

just the two of us.

Can't we go on like this?

What is it, Philip, that you
don't ever like to meet anyone?

Well, a chap my age

has the right to a few peculiarities.

I know there's something
if you'd only tell me.

Nothing to tell.

As you wish.

Of course you're free to do as you like.

Good night, Philip.

Mary,

I'm sorry about tomorrow night.

What about the next night, can you come?

You know I'll say yes.

I like you.

- Good night.
- Night.

- I won't be dragooned, I tell you.
- It's not me that's dragooning you,

- Mr. Simmons, closing time is closing time.
- Good evening, Mr. Crummit.

I'll take Mr. Simmons home.

- Oh, it's Marshall, hello.
- Good night, Mr. Crummit.

Come along.

Mr. Marshall, your wife's been inquiring about you.

Oh.

- Has she?
- Yes, and rather sharply on the all.

Sharp as a knife, I know.

Married man myself.

It's all right, Crummit, Marshall--

- I'm sorry.
- Good night, gentlemen.

Look here, you ruddy beggar.

Come along, Simmons,

you can tell me all about it on the way home.

Shopkeeper counting every drop.

Horse-leech.

Shopkeepers are all horse-leeches
sucking the blood of their backers.

You know, Marshall,
my grandfather never put up with it.

If Master Crummit had
had the impertinence to send him a bill,

he'd of had him horsewhipped!

Ah-ha, the brave days of old.

You're a decent chap, you know, Marshall,

- for a shopkeeper.
- That's very good of you.

- I don't hold it against you.
- Well, thank you very much.

Could you lend a can bog for a week?

So it's you, Gilbert.

Who'd you think it'd be?

- Good evening, Mrs. Simmons.
- Good evening.

- Edith, say good evening to Mr. Marshall.
- Gilbert, please,

go in and lie down for a bit, it'll do you good.

Sharp as a knife!

I Know.

- You were very kind to bring him home.
- Oh, glad to be of service.

Tell me, what's the latest news of John?

He's doing very well, his firm is thinking about
sending him to Canada in the spring.

Oh, you'll miss him!

I won't see him at all then.

- Why, that's too bad.
- Edith, Edith!

- Blast the woman.
- Yes, Gilbert, I'm coming.

- Good night.
- Good night, Mrs. Simmons.

Oh, it's you, come in!

Flattered, I'm sure.

My key, please.

I'll give it to you when I've said my say,
and not a minute before.

My key!

Frigid state of affairs, isn't I,
when a decent-mannered woman

has to do a thing like that to get her own husband
to come into the room where he belongs

to speak a civil word to her!

- Cora, we have nothing to say to each other.
- Oh, haven't we?

Well, I have something to say if you haven't!

How much longer do you think I'm going to stand
this coming in at all hours of the night?

- The neighbors are all beginning to gossip!
- It's none of their business, Coral

Married people's lives is everybody's business.

And I'm not going to be made an object of pity
in front of my friends, do you hear me?

Only last night the Jevnes came in.

"Where's Philip," they said, "off on a holiday?"

"Oh, no," I said, "Philip's working."

"What, on the Sabbath?"

I could have dropped to the floor
I was so mortified.

But how was I to know it was Sunday
or any other day with you never at home,

and all the days alike?

That was awkward for you, Cora,

- and I'm sorry it happened.
- Lot you care!

What have I ever done to deserve this?

I wonder whatever possessed me
to tie myself up to a poor stick like you.

Walk through the forest,
and pick the crocked tree,

that's what I did!

A crooked, fat, ugly tree!

And I don't care if I never see your
ugly face again, here, come on, go out, get out!

Take your key, go and lock yourself in.

Live there, die there,

rot there for all I care!

Stop crying, Cora.

Don't you know they can hear
every word we say next door?

I don't care!

I've nothing to be ashamed of.

But crying isn't going to help.

We've been through all this so many times before,
and it's got us nowhere.

If we could only talk quietly.

What are you driving at?

Cora, if we could come
to some sort of understanding,

it might help us.

Now listen, if we'd face things honestly,

we'd admit that we've never been
happy together, well, have we?

- Not once all the years we've been married.
- And who's fault is that,

- I'd like to know.
- It isn't anybody's fault.

We've tried to rub along together.

Over and over again we've tried it,
and it isn't that I do this,

or that you do that.

Don't you know that when
two people are shut up together,

and they don't love each other,
everything they do becomes hateful

just because they do it!

Oh, so that's it, is it?

You hate me?

You've always hated me!

Cora, I did not say that.

Will you please listen to me?

All I say is that we have some
good years ahead of us, both of us.

Why can't we live them happily
apart from each other?

Apart?

What do you mean?

Let me go, Cora.

What are you talking about?

Just that.

Let me go!

Divorce?

Do you mean divorce?

Never in my life have I heard of anything
so immoral, so down right indecent!

Divorcing, oh no.

I'm not going to be laughed at,
a woman who couldn't hold a husband.

Just for that should do for both of us.

But we're married, aren't we,
and we'll stay married 'till death do us part,

- do you hear me?
- I hear you, but it isn't going to help,

but I have my mind made up.

If you don't divorce me, I'm going to leave you!

- Oh, you are, are you?
- Yes!

Would you just try, just you try to leave me!

I'll go down to your precious shop,

and I'll tell your noble customers
what sort you are!

I knew how this would end,
I knew it was no use talking to you.

- There's no way out, is there?
- Oh, yes there is for you, Mr. Philip Marshall.

Out of your shop, out of your job!

Wouldn't I like to see old Frazer's face

when I tell him that his made proper manager.

His elegant Mr. Marshall.

His pillar of respectability
wants to divorce his own wife,

and I will tell him, so help me!

Run along, Fritzy, you'll be late.

I told you she'd like the velvet, Maude.

Who is she?

Mrs. Rothwood Nelson.

That big dray horse?

Oh, come along, Maude,
she is in a lather out there.

Thanks, Packer, I think I'll keep it on a bit.

Oh, no, you don't.

I know what's on your mind, dearie.

You want to wear it to that
precious dance of yours tonight.

- Come on, off with it!
- Sure you won't change your mind and come, Mary?

Thanks, I'd love to, but I've got an engagement.

I'll bet I know what it is,
her young man doesn't dance.

Doesn't he, dances divinely,

- he just doesn't like the usual places.
- No?

Not really, Mary.

You know, this is the first time
she's every told us a word about him.

What's he like?

Oh, he's tall and slender, poetic.

The most soulful eyes.

Not the least touch of swank about him.

You'd never dream he came from
one of our very best families.

- What?
- You don't mean the nobility, dearie?

Ohh, for hundreds of years.

Of course, his family won't have
a thing to do with me,

but he doesn't care a button.

He has a vast income of his own.

Coffee in Brazil.

Diamonds in South Africa, you know.

Oh, it's most unbelievable.

Oh, quite.

"Cause it isn't true, not a word of it.

- Mary Gray.
- Teasing us like that.

You and your dream boy.

You should see him.

He weighs 14 stone if he weighs an ounce,

doesn't dance, not a step,
and he's not the least bit romantic,

- and I don't care because I'm not either.
- Oh get on with you, you fibber!

And he works in the shop same as I do.

- And he has a son.
- A son?

Yes, and he's kind and thoughtful,
and always looking after one.

Makes you want to look after him.

Just like my old man!

Sounds very cozy to me,

if you don't happen to care for him.

Oh, but I do.

Question is does he care for me?

Doesn't he?

Has he asked you yet, dearie?

Not yet, but I'm hoping.

Tonight, maybe.

He spoke as if tonight was something special.

(speaking Italian)

Come back soon!

You aren't eating a thing, aren't you well?

Oh, yes.

Did anything happen on your way here,
you were so late?

No.

But you're so unlike yourself tonight,
Philip, what is it?

Mary, I am troubled.

Can't I help?

There isn't any help anywhere.

Oh, surely it can't be so bad.

It's the worst possible for both of us.

Mary, after tonight,
we can't see each other anymore.

What did you say?

I said we mustn't see each other ever again.

Oh.

Don't look like that.

Philip, we've had a very pleasant friendship,
it's meant a lot to me.

I hope it's meant something to you.

Meant everything.

Well, then don't you think I deserve to know?

Tell me, Philip.

Well, it's very difficult.

You see, I've behaved very badly.

Do you remember the first time we met?

I remember.

I told you I had no attachments

and no ties of any kind.

You mean you're married

'Twasn't very fair, was it?

No.

You see, I was afraid you'd never see me again,

and I couldn't let you go once I had met you,

could 1?

I could face anything but losing you,

and I was sure she'd let me go.

I begged her for a divorce.

- Won't she?
- No, this is our last time together.

You've risked too much already.

Please, Philip, please.

No, she must nev--

I'm much too fond of you.

Shall I pour it now, sir?

Mary?

- By all means, this is an occasion.
- Thank you, miss.

My dear.

My very dear.

Is that you, Cora?

- Who else?
- Come in, I've got something to show you.

Well!

Merry Christmas.

Do you like it?

It's a fair treat

with candles tuppence a dozen.

Couldn't you find a better way to waste your money?

- Christmas comes but once a year.
- Oh, did you think that up all by yourself?

What a mind you have.

Think I'll put this in here.

Yes, it'll look lovely.

- And where will you hang the mistletoe?
- I didn't get any.

What, no mistletoe?

Aren't you going to kiss me under the mistletoe?

You could shut your eyes, you know,

pretend I was somebody else.

There's no one else, Cora.

No, just our two selves.

Darby and Joan going down the hill of life together.

That's quite true, Cora.

Wouldn't it be better if we tired to make things
a little pleasanter for one another,

and try to make this a little bit more like home?

You're doing your best, aren't you, love?

No more evenings at the pub.

No more office work to keep you late in the city.

A real little family man.

You'll help a bit, won't you?

There's no place like home,

is there now?

Since that creature threw you out!

- What are you talking about?
- The hussy you were gallivanting after, that's what!

Don't tell me there was no such person.

There is no such person, Cora,

- believe me.
- That's right, turn tail, and run.

I don't wonder you can't look me in the face
with a lie like that on your lips.

No such person, indeed!

You're wrong, Cora.

Am I?

Then what are you standing like that for?

Maybe you're asking yourself how much I know.

Exton and Winwood!

That's where she works.

Melbourne Crescent, that's where she lives.

Mary Gray, that's her filthy name.

Uh-huh.

Why didn't you say something?

It's true, Cora, but it's all over and done with.

Is it, not for me, it isn't.

Do you know what I'm going to do?

- I'll go to old Frazer.
- Cora, no.

I'll show you up for the worthless
rotten old customer you are.

But if you think I'm through,
when I've got you turned out, you're mistaken.

I'll do the same for her.

- You mustn't!
- I'll go to the house where she lives.

I'll go to the place where she works,

and I'll let them know the low creature she is!

You don't know what you're saying!

Don't I?

No descent shop will take either of you.

- And no respectable house will take in a lose woman!
- Cora, you're driving me--

I'll drive you both into
the gutter where you belong!

Cora, please!

Afraid, aren't you?

Afraid for her.

No...

not for her.

Well, you'll better be

because as sure as the sun rises tomorrow,

I'll give her the Merry Christmas
she'll never forget.

Go on,

tack up your silly greens.

That's all you're fit for.

Accidents will happen
in the best regulated families, ma'am.

But it was such a dreadful accident!

- Here, a tuppence worth of sprouts, please.
- They were such an ideal couple,

never a cross word between 'em.

That's right, Mr. Marshall's
the one I feel sorry for,

losing his wife so sudden!

Those narrow stairs are death traps,
I've always said.

Tuppence worth of onions.

Instantaneous death was the coroner's verdict

by accident and misadventure.

And I'll take these three oranges.

You ladies are going to the funeral, I suppose.

Of course we are.

She was one of our best friends.

When will it be?

Tomorrow afternoon at 2:00.

This way, please.

Doesn't she look natural?

Like she was asleep.

Thank you so much, Miss Crevy.

- So sorry, Mr. Marshall.
- Thank you.

- First carriage, Miss Crevy.
- Thanks very much.

There'll be biscuits and sherry later.

I saw the bottles.

And sandwiches, too, I think.

She'll be waiting for you, Philip.

And watching over you.

Second carriage, Mr. and Mrs. Chadwick.

It was so good of you to come.

Good day.

Mr. and Mrs. Rogers,

fourth carriage, please.

Uh, Philip,

time, you know,

heals even the deepest wounds.

Have faith.

Always have faith.

Mr. Marshall,

come here a minute, got something for you.

I think you better drink this.

What is it?

Oh, thank you.

Tell me, have you slept much since...

No, not very well.

I thought so.

I do wish you'd use some bayazenadine.

- Don't want to get the habit.
- Oh, nonsense, I use it right along.

Bayazenadine, just five drops in a glass of water,
but be sure and read the instructions,

otherwise it might be dangerous.

- Sounds terrible, but I might try it.
- Good.

Sleep is what you need, and a little quiet.

I'm gonna send these,
these merrymakers home.

Thank you.

Good night, good night.

- See ya soon, I hope, okay.
- Good night.

- Good night, Marshall.
- Good night.

- Good night.
- Good night, Bill.

Oh, you've been very helpful.

- Getting rid of them?
- No, for everything.

- I can't tell you how indebted I am to you.
- Don't think of it.

You've been so kind to Gilbert and me.

Sleep well.

- Thank you.
- Good night.

- Well, Dad.
- Well, boy.

You don't look too fit.

- I wish I could do something for you.
- Oh.

You've taken it wonderfully so far.

- Proud of you.
- You run along, boy.

You sure you don't want me to stay?

No, you're right.

I just want you to know that,

that you've nothing to reproach yourself for.

No one ever tried harder.

It might rain, you better take an umbrella.

Right.

Why, say Dad, where's your stick?

You know, the one old Frazer gave you.

I don't know, I left it somewhere.

Well, it doesn't matter.

Good night, Dad.

Good night, John.

Who is it?

My name is Huxley.

Who?

Inspector Huxley, Scotland Yard.

Oh, come in, inspector.

Mr. Marshall.

Yes?

I've been told to stop in and look around.

It's a nuisance, really, but I'm afraid
I'll have to ask you a few more questions.

What about?

About the death of your wife.

But I answered all those questions.

You must have seen the report.

Yes, as a matter of fact,
I read the file quite thoroughly.

- Coroner called it accident.
- Allow me.

That's why I say it hardly seemed
worthwhile bothering you,

and missing my own dinner.

- But we have to do as we're told, of course.
- Of course.

I need hardly tell you that you
don't have to answer any questions.

I should be glad to.

I take it this is the place
where the accident occurred?

Yes.

Mind if I look about a bit?

Not at all, but it's all been done.

Yes, I know.

Hm,

this is what tripped her, I suppose,

when she was coming downstairs that night?

Yes, that's right.

You should have a thing
like that repaired, you know.

Well, I keep on meaning to,
but these days I keep forgetting--

Is that the room she came out of there?

No, that's my room, hers on the other side.

Oh, yes, of course, now I remember.

Well, things are much clearer now.

Nothing like being on the actual spot, you know.

Much better than trying to visualize things
from a written report.

I imagine it must be.

- Oh.
-Hm?

Is that where she struck her head?

Yes, it was broken, so I--

- You had it replaced at once.
- Yes, I couldn't bear the sight.

Why do you make a point of that?

Oh, no particular reason excepting that
in a case of death by accident,

- we have to consider every possibility.
- Yes.

That's why it seems so curious that we still find
that broken step unrepaired,

and this baluster replaced so promptly.

What are you trying to suggest?

Nothing.

I believe it was an accident,
you mustn't be thinking...

Precisely!

Let us suppose, uh,

purely for my point of view that

on Christmas Eve the murderer
was sitting in this chair.

He was alone.

His wife was upstairs.

He was alone and thinking.

He had to do away with her.

He had to do it for a reason that only he knew.

But it had to be done.

So he got up and walked over
to where the canes were.

He took one of them and weighed it carefully.

Was it heavy enough?

If not he'd had to add more strength.

Mustn't make a sound.

If the stairs should creak and warn her.

She mustn't hear him going up.

He reached the broken step

and made sure that it looked broken.

He had to hide somewhere in the darkness.

There was corner by the chest where he could hide.

There he waited.

Put his hand over his mouth
so that his voice would sound

as if it came from a great distance.

And he stood there in the darkness watching
the door to the bedroom.

And a voice that wasn't quite his own called,
"Cora."

He waited a lifetime.

And then he called again.

"Cora."

He hardly knew his own voice.

He heard her feet shuffling
and then the door open.

For a moment she stood silhouetted against
the door at the top of the stairs

grumbling and wondering
why the hall light wasn't burning.

Maybe she cried sharply, "What's the matter?"

He didn't answer, now she stood so near.

He waited, the blood drumming in his ears.

Her voice came over once more.

"Philip, are you all right?"

He held his breath.

His hand tightened on the stick.

She passed him.

She went down one step, two, three.

It's not or never, now.

And there she was, she wasn't dead yet.

You could hear her breath coming
from her broken body.

But she had to die so he had to hit her again

and he only hoped he could hit her
in the same spot.

- Slowly he raised the stick and--
- No!

You haven't a shred of evidence.

How dare you say I killed my wife.

How dare you.

Who said you did?

I merely said if your wife was murdered.

Could've happened that way,
couldn't it, Mr. Marshall?

It could have happened that way but it didn't.

But it is an interesting point of view
don't you think?

Now if only we could find something.

Some little something as a motive.

You understand what I mean, Mr. Marshall?

I don't.

No?

Goodnight.

Oh, pardon me, ma'am.

Did you want to come in?

No, no thank you.

Phillip.

It's been a long time.

Yes, it's been a long time.

But we better not talk here.

Can't you see how frightfully unfair it was

to let the outrageous suspicions
of those stupid people keep us apart?

Please understand, Mary, I just didn't want
you mixed up in this sort of thing.

Why not, what are people for anyway,
people you love.

Can't you see that if you are in trouble
I had a right to share it?

Yes, but not that kind of trouble, Mary,
just to suspected leaves a mark.

All right, then let it leave a mark on both of us,
Philip Marshall.

"Cause I don't intend to let you go again.

- Mary.
- Don't you see that this sort of persecution

will come to and end and we'll look back
and we'll wonder why we ever let it bother us.

Believe me we will.

Yes?

With the compliments of the house, sir.

And it's very good to see you again,
if I might say so.

It's very nice to be here, Martin.

- Thank you, sir.
- Shall I pour?

By all means, this is an occasion.

You see, Philip, they missed us.

Mary.

My dear, my very dear.

(speaking Italian)

- Salute!
- Salute!

That's Italian.

Wait, I shan't be a moment.

- Did you wish to see me?
- Yes, miss, I'd like a few words with you please.

Well, I'm in rather a hurry.

So am I.

What is it you wish to see me about?

Not much, just a few questions.

I'm Inspector Huxley of Scotland Yard.

I'd like to ask you a few things
about Mr. Philip Marshall.

Oh?

What about Mr. Philip Marshall?

If you don't mind, miss, I'll ask the questions.

How long have you known him?

Since last May.

Did you meet his wife before or after you met him?

I never met his wife.

But you did know that he was married.

Naturally.

And knowing that he was married
you still continued to meet him frequently?

No.

Yes, look here.

What are you driving at?
Why are you asking me so many questions?

Because it's quite possible
that Mrs. Marshall was murdered.

Philip Marshall a murderer?

Nonsense.

I think you are making a fool of yourself,
Inspector.

What you think isn't evidence, miss.

But what you've been telling me about
your meetings with Mr. Marshall is.

But I haven't told you anything.

Very valuable evidence.

You've given us the motive
that we've been looking for.

You'll be called as a witness for the Crown,
Ms. Grey.

Uh, not Mr. Grey, Inspector.

Mrs. Philip Marshall.

We were married this morning.

Ohh, I see.

That was a cunning move, wasn't it?

- Cunning?
- Well, it might be called that.

Since it's an obvious fact that a wife
can't be made to testify against her husband.

Do you know it's a very funny thing
but we never thought of that.

Didn't you really?

And it's just coincidence
that you've silenced the only witness

whose testimony I'd possibly hang it?

Philip, must we listen to this?

No we mustn't, darling, come along.

Would you wait for me in the cab?

I'll be there in a minute.

Now you're getting rather tiresome, Inspector.

With your ifs and mights and maybes

and I don't choose to listen to them any longer.

Is that clear?

Don't you think that an innocent man
might be more tolerant in cause of justice?

No, I don't.

I think an innocent man
might behave precisely as I have.

I'm sorry but I can't agree with you.

Why don't you arrest me?

Here I am.

I'd like to, believe me but unfortunately I can't.

No, you've run against a blank wall.

You take my advice
and don't beat your head against it.

Goodbye.

Just a moment.

I don't wish to antagonize you.

But you must realize my situation.

I have a job to do.

It's quite impersonal I assure you.

It's quite possible I've been wrong
about the whole thing.

If I have been I'm very sorry.

Very well, let's forget it.

Let me wish you a most successful marriage.

And a long one.

Thank you.

- Goodbye.
- Goodbye.

- Hello, hello, hello.
- Morning, Mrs. Packer.

Here we are with our bright morning faces.

- Morning Packer.
- Good morning, Governor.

Your Sybil then from John's office,
I'm John's father.

I should never have recognized you.

Look here my young friend,
you will do yourself an injury you will

laughter puts a terrific strain on the heart.

- Does it?
- Strain on whose heart?

Hello everybody, Mary's upstairs dressing.

Last train for Margate.

- Come along, Sybil.
- Oh, Mr. Marshall.

No nonsense now, you can help me
make the sandwiches.

Oh, that is a lovely room.

I can see Mary's hand all over it.

I'm glad you got such a nice day for the seaside.

Oh dear.

Sandwiches?

Did he say sandwiches?

I think he did, why?

Sandwiches is two thirds bread.

Makes an awful lump in your stomach.

Puts a terrific strain on your heart.

What's that?

I think that's John putting
a slight strain on Sybil's heart.

Mr. Marshall, you mustn't.

Oh, why not, just one little kiss.

- You'll never miss it.
- John.

John, stop that!

If he ever tries to do that again
just you let me know.

I'll take a stick to him.

Would you excuse me, I'll just run upstairs
and see what's keeping Mary.

Now don't hurry her, Mr. M.

Better hurry now then wait to the last minute.

- More people drop dead--
- I know, I know.

Darling, it's me.

You nearly ready?

The Packers are here
and they're waiting downstairs

and I've got to go or I shall be late
at the office.

Wait a moment, I've got something to show you.

What is it?

Oh dear.

It's the very latest thing you know.

It's a bit startling at first.

Do you think it's too revealing?

Well.

If it isn't quite ladylike I shan't wear it.

My darling, anything you wear will become ladylike
the moment you put it on.

Oh, Philip, you're an angel.

I did so want to wear it.

Come along or you're going to be late.

What a shame you can't come with us.

I'll be down by the first train tomorrow morning.

- All right, bye-bye.
- Bye.

Morning, Mrs. Simmons.

- Hard at work?
- Oh, I enjoy puttering around.

Mary tells me you might join us for the weekend?

Yes, I was thinking about it.

I've had such good times at Margate and Brighton
before.

Why don't you come as our guests.

Oh!

I rather stumbled into the kitchen door,
it was silly of me.

I'm so sorry.

- Good morning.
- Good morning.

Margaret.

- Margaret.
- Yes, Mr. Marshall?

Get me another of these marvelous cherry tarts.

Another cherry tart?

I should say not and you're supposed to be
on a strict diet.

You heard what I said, I work very hard
and I need to keep my strength up.

Get me another cherry tart.

Very well but you ought to be ashamed.

You have no character at all.

Hello, Marshall, may I sit down?

- I suppose so.
- Thanks.

And since you'll press me,
I'll have spot of whiskey.

Get me double whiskey on soda please, miss.

- Yes, Sir.
- Margaret, forget that cherry tarte.

- Yes, Sir.
- Don't tell me I've spoiled your appetite.

Since you'll press me, you have.

Oh, that's too bad.

You are irresistibly drawn to me are you?

No.

- I'm not.
- Good.

Give me a blunt honest fellow every time.

Well, here's to love grown cold.

What is it you want from me?

If it's money you're not gonna get any,
at least not till you've changed your ways.

Sounds as if I was up before judge.

What's the charge?

- I saw your wife this morning.
- Oh, so that's it.

My wife get tossed sometimes you know.

I know this, you've gotta stop knocking her about.

You know, it's easy for you to talk.

You've got a nice new wife

and a very pretty one too, if I may say so.

All beer and skittles now isn't it?

- I'm very happy if that's what you mean?
- It is and by the same token I'm not.

It's your own fault.

You had every chance
and you made a mess of things.

I quite agree with you.

But it so happens that I'm a rotter by nature.

Complete rotter.

Why can't you get a hold of yourself?

You're still young and you have a charming wife.

And no money, by the way, you couldn't see you way

to let me have a fiver, could you?

Just until my wife's allowance comes due?

No I could not, not a brass farthing

at least not till you pull yourself together
and go to work.

Work?
My dear Marshall, work is for working men.

Here.

This will pay for you drink.

Thanks, shopkeeper.

Hello, Mr. Simmons, lovely day isn't it?

Filthy and who are you?

- My name's Huxley.
- Ah yes.

You're the police chap who came asking questions

after Mrs. Marshall's death.

That's right.

May I buy you a drink?

I was just going to order one

better than at least you're paying for it.

Be a privilege, sir.

And who are stalking now?

Same one as before.

Your neighbor, Mr. Philip Marshall.

I beg your pardon, what was that?

Did it never occur to you that
Mrs. Marshall's death

might not have been entirely an accident?

Do you mind saying that again?

You interest me.

You don't know how much you interest me.

Hi, Marshall.

Found your back door open,
thought I'd come in and continue our chat.

Chatting with you is something I can do without.

I'm packing up to go to Margate in the morning
so if you'll excuse me.

Oh, come.

I'm sure you've got a few moments to spare

for a reformed character?

Yes, I've taken your advice to heart.

Decided to go to work.

I'd like your opinion of an idea I got today.

I think it's a good idea

with a bit of luck.

Luck does play an important part in human affairs,
don't you think, sir?

No I don't, I think a man
makes his own opportunities.

You ought to know.

What do you mean?

Oh nothing, only your wife died most conveniently

at the precise moment
that it did you the most good.

Wasn't that luck pure and simple.

What are you driving at?

Me?

I'm not driving at anything.

I'm merely pointing out how fortuitously
things happen sometimes.

- Well.
- Well, Mrs. Marshall has an accident.

You come into a pot of money
and the coroner's jury says bravo Marshall.

I call that lucky.

I call you an infernal busybody.

Do you?

Inspector Huxley doesn't.

Huxley?
What about Huxley?

Oh, you know those police fellows, suspicious lot,

don't seem quite satisfied with the notion
that Mrs. Marshall's death was accidental.

- That's too bad.
- Yes, isn't it?

- Have you've got such thing as a cigarette?
- No.

Oh, too bad, now I have to smoke one of my own.

Now Huxley thinks you,

shall we say, helped your wife to a better land
but he can't prove it.

- Oh.
- No.

He needs a witness.

Does he?

And I need ten pounds.

You are a swine, aren't you?

- Oh quite.
- A filthy blackmailing swine.

Sh.

Walls are very thin you know.

That's how I happen to hear.

- You heard nothing.
- I know but suppose I ought to say that I did.

Christmas Eve when you and your wife
were at it hammer and tongs.

Suppose I ought to say I heard her cry out.

- You didn't.
- And I heard the blow.

- You're lying.
- That I heard her say "Philip, don't."

No one will ever believe you.

That's quite possible

but it might put you in a very awkward position,
mighten it?

If I were to give evidence for the Crown.

Yes, it might.

You're quite right.

It might put me in a very awkward position.

Well.

Here's five pounds, it's all I have in the house.

Don't apologize, banks will be open on Tuesday.

You might drawn 25 then.

Another 25 next week.

Or 50 maybe.

The week after that and the week after that.

Oh I'll let you down as lightly as I can.

Besides, you've got plenty.

Oh yes, I've got plenty.

I say,

would have such a thing
as a pot of whiskey in the house?

Whiskey?

Yes, I--I've got a bottle of it somewhere.

I keep it for emergencies.

It's always an emergency when I'm thirsty,
old boy.

You're a very funny fellow, Simmons,
I don't believe you know half how funny you are.

I'll get the whiskey.

I say, don't let me make a pest of myself.

I mean, if you'd rather I go.

No I want you to stay.

Hello puss.

Come on, pussy.

You know, I wouldn't hurt a fly.

Here, little pussy.

Oh you're a sweet little--
you're a nice little cat.

Come on, puss.

Here you are.

Help yourself.

What about you?
Aren't you gonna have one?

You're a funny chap, Simmons.

Funny?

Did it ever occur to you that blackmail
might be dangerous?

Not if you know your man

and I know you, Marshall, like a book.

Although you were easier than I thought.

I say, don't you ever show fight?

No.

No I've never been a fighter.

You're soft, aren't you.

Or perhaps you're one of those
turn the other cheek fellows

who looks for his reward in the hereafter.

I like people and I've never wanted to hurt them.

Oh that's a very grave mistake.

Hurt or be hurt in this world.

Suppose I ever bothered my head,

wondering if I was treading on
the other fellow's toes.

No I don't suppose you have.

There you are

and here I am.

Sweet and cozy for life.

Or for as long as your life lasts.

Is it hot in here?

You see.

Your lot were created to make life easier.

My sort, the meek shall inherit the earth.

We inherit the meek.

Not bad.

You're a coward, Marshall.

It's how I got you.

No more fight and sheep.

Couldn't kill a fly.

Whiskey.

Yeah.

Here, help.

Whoa.

I'll help you down, Sybil.

Why you're soaking wet.

Help me with umbrella, will you, Mr. Packer?

Certainly, always ready to oblige, young lady.

Run along everybody, I'll pay the cabbie.

You know, mind the puddle.

- Oh!
- Oh, I'm drenched.

Stand aside, stand aside everybody,
I'll open the door.

I say, the door's bolted.

Dad must be home.

The lights are on, he can't be in bed.

I say, Dad, wake up!

Hello in there, Dad!

Wake up will you?

We're back, let us in.

- This is a surprise.
- Hello, Philip.

- Hello, darling.
- What took you so long, Dad?

- I was upstairs.
- Oh we're chilled through.

Pity your weekend was spoiled.

- Does it always rain at Margate?
- Eight days a week and twice on Sundays.

- Oh, John, you're awful.
- Crikey, we were lucky to catch that last train.

Philip's the lucky one,
he had wit enough to stay home.

Every time I go away I always ask myself why.

Everybody come in here.

I'll fix a bit of dinner.

Jack.

Are you coming, Philip?

Come along, we've got to fix these people
something to warm them up.

Philip!

What is it, Philip?
Can't you help me find the whiskey?

I'm sorry, darling, but there isn't any.

Oh I'm sure there was some in the cupboard.

There was but it's all gone now.

Oh, Philip.

Is that what you do when my back is turned?

How about the sherry?

Will this keep out the cold?

Ohh, it will have to do.

It's a shame you had such bad weather.

We did see a spot of blue sky once.

Didn't you have a chance to wear
your new bathing dress?

I'll save it for the next time
when you'll be with us.

Sybil, come here, I want to show you something.

Have some sherry, Mr. Packer.

Thank you.

Look, somebody's lost their keys.

Their mine, put them in my pocket will you?

My word, that really hit the spot

there's nothing like a good
drop of sherry is there.

Thanks.

Look after your heart, Johnny.

You look after your own heart,
Mrs. P, I'll look after mine.

Mr. M, here's to you.

Who drinks in this house forgets his troubles.

Oh, John, look at this tiny baby.

- Isn't he ducky?
- Ducky am I?

And how'd you suppose you'd look
IN a big cold seashell with nothing on but--

Oh, John, you mustn't say such things.

Must he, Mr. Marshall?

I except he will.

You're every bit of naughty as he is.

No thanks I'll share Sybil's.

No you won't either.

Ow!

Something touched my ankle.

Don't be ridiculous, it was a hallucination.

No it isn't, it touched me on the ankle.

There's something under there.

Nonsense.

I'll show you.

There's your spook.

I told you I felt something.

Supper's ready such as it is,
come along everybody and bring your drinks.

You coming, Philip?

We'll have to eat and run, you know.

Yes, the last bus won't wait.

I better put the cat out first.

Thank you, thank you, Mrs. Marshall.

Oh, these gloves are all wet,
stick them in your pocket.

Oh, we had a lovely time.

You must come again soon.

Hurry up now or we'll miss that blinking bus.

I'm seeing Sybie home.

Oh, John, you're terrible.

- Toodaloo, goodnight.
- Goodnight.

Was ever so nice of you to have me,
Mrs. Marshall, Mr. Marshall.

Come on, John.

Goodnight everybody.

Goodnight!

I wonder if John is really smitten with that girl.

I dare say.

She's a pretty little thing.

I don't believe she ever had
a thought on her head.

You should hate most awfully to see him
throw himself away like that.

Wouldn't you?

Wouldn't I what?

- You weren't listening.
- I'm sorry.

Philip, what's wrong?

Oh.

You look positively done in, is anything happened?

- Of course not.
- Don't try to put me off,

you've got something on your mind.

Well, as a matter of fact--

I knew it, come on now, no secrets between us.

All right, no secrets since you will have it.

How'd it be if we packed up
and went off with John?

You mean to Canada?

Might be fun rather.

But I thought you said you wanted to stay here.

I know.

But the more I think of the idea
the more I like it.

- You haven't been happy here, have you.
- Well.

I'm sorry, I thought when we had
the house done over that you'd forget.

- There's no use is it?
- Now you mustn't blame yourself, Mary.

I'd be happy anywhere with you.

I feel that too.

Do you want to know something?

I'll be glad and happy to leave this house.

You're much better off any place else
in the world.

You feel that too.

Let's go with John, it's a wonderful idea.

I'm so happy I could dance.

Look here, my girl, you're dancing off to bed.

- You had a long, hard day.
- Not as half as tired as you are.

Besides, I want to clear things up.

I'll clear everything up.

- But there's so much rubbish.
- I'll clear up all the rubbish, now run along.

Al right.

Pleasant dreams.

I'll dream about Canada.

Philip.

Oh Philip?

Yes, dear?

Don't forget to take the cat in.

I won't forget.

- Paid your bill.
- We shall miss you, Mr. Marshall.

- Thank you.
- Canada's a great country.

Blimey, I wish I was going with you.

Well, good luck and the same to your family.

Thank you, Mr. Barker.

Mr. Marshall's a fine gentleman.

Good morning, Mrs. Pumphreys.

Good morning, Mr. Marshall.

- Would you allow me?
- Oh, thank you.

So you're off on the bounding main tomorrow.

Yes, that's the plan.

Oh, well, with all these police nosing up and down
the terrace I think you're lucky.

How do you mean lucky?

It lowers the neighborhood, Mr. Marshall.

Mr. Simmons disappearing, police rapping
on doors and asking questions.

Not that I don't think it's a good riddance.

But do you mean to say they've not been
around bothering you about it?

About Simmons?
No, why should they.

After all, it's not the first time
he's been away for days on end.

No but being his next door neighbor and all.

Well, what would they want to know?

Who saw him come, who saw him go.

Who saw him last is what they're driving at.

Such a to-do about a worthless drunkard.

Thought himself too good for us

but if you ask me, we're too good for him.

- Well, this is me.
- Thank you.

- Good morning, Mrs. Pumphreys.
- Goodbye.

Oh, Mr. Marshall, won't you come in?

Thank you.

I just dropped in to say goodbye
and thank you for giving our cat a home.

Oh, I was very glad too.

You know, I've always loved animals but well,
Gilbert just wouldn't let me keep any pets.

Have you heard any news of him?

No, not a word.

I suppose this latest escapade of his
is the talk of every gossip in the neighborhood.

Well, you know, when you've got the police hanging
about it does set a lot of tongues wagging.

I've been through this so many times.

I suppose I should be used to it.

I'm not.

I wish there was something I could do.

That's very kind of you.

But I'm afraid there's nothing anybody can do.

You know?

Sometimes when Gilbert goes away like this

I almost wish he wouldn't come back.

I'd go and stay with my sister
and her children in Devon.

And that's only a dream he always does come back.

I can't tell you how sorry I am, Mrs. Simmons.

And I think we know each other well enough

for me to be able to say that I hope
that some day soon

you'll be able to go back to Devon.

Well, only a few moments to go.

You know, my heart's thumping, can't believe it.

I say, you're not going to regret this, are you?

We're going to be very happy, you and John and I.

I feel that too.

- Oh, he's such a baby.
- Mr. Marshall.

- He needs all the help we can give him.
- Mr. Philip Marshall.

- Listen, isn't that for you?
- Mr. Philip Marshall.

Mr. Marshall.

- I'll be back in a moment.
- Mr. Marshall.

Mr. Philip Marshall.

I'm Philip Marshall.

There's a gentleman to see you, sir.

Ah, Merridew.

Thank you very much, Steward.

Mr. Marshall, I didn't want you
to set sail without saying goodbye.

I missed you that last year at the office.

Now how is your throat?

Only a little raspy, sir.

Ah, Mary.

This is my fellow worker, Merridew.

I'm very glad to know you.

I've brought you a present, Mr. Marshall.

Oh, that is nice of you.

- Can I open it?
- Yes, Sir.

Oh.

It's a southern remedy for mal de mar, sea
sickness, Mr. Marshall.

I bought with my own money.

That was very thoughtful of you, Merridew.

- Wasn't it, Mary?
- Indeed it was.

We'll take good care of it.

And I wish you the best of luck and health,
Mr. Marshall

and you ma'am and I'm very much beholden to you.

And mother says she hopes I grow
to be as good as man as you are.

I don't know about being good, Merridew,

but if you're half as happy as I am.

Oh, there you are.

Say, I've been look all over the ship for you.

What is it?
Don't tell me the bags have gone astray.

Not at all they're in your state room.

Dozens of them, I never saw so many bags
and my pullover is in one of them

but I don't know which.

In the brown bag, laddie.

There are three brown bags, mama.

I'll show you, sonny.

If you'll excuse us, Mr. Merridew.

Didn't I tell you he was helpless?

I best be going, sir, at once.

I shouldn't want to be carried off to Canada.

Just a minute.

Look after that throat of yours.

But--but how will I get it back to you, sir?

You'll keep it.

You're very good, sir.

You stay at home the rest of the week

- and you tell your mother I said so.
- Yes, Sir.

Now you be a good boy always.

Yes, sir.

Goodbye, sir.

Bye.

Hello, there Marshall.

Hello, Inspector.

You turn up everywhere, don't you?

Yes, it does seem so, doesn't it?

Are you sailing or seeing somebody off?

- Sailing.
- Good, marvelous country Canada.

I came down to see an old friend off
name of Pennyfeather.

Look him up after you sail, will you?

Unless he looks me up.

What do you mean, you think that--

- Of course I do.
- Oh, nonsense forget it.

That's water over the dam.

Well, goodbye and good luck.

Thank you, Inspector.

Oh, by the way, Marshall,

- you seen the afternoon paper?
- No.

That neighbor of yours,
that chap Simmons, you know?

- What about Simmons?
- He's turned up at last.

You don't say, sir.

Yes, really, I rather thought you'd be interested.

Let's see now where is it?

It wouldn't be there I suppose,
it's not important enough.

Ah, here we are.

Here it is, buried at the bottom
of the page you see.

Dear me.

- You sure it's Simmons?
- Oh, quite.

They fished him out of the canal
behind the terrace.

He was knocked about a bit but it's him all right.

How ghastly!

Must've fallen in when he was tight.

No, he was thrown in when he was dead.

You mean to tell me he's been murdered?

Cold blooded.

I can hardly believe that.

- Was he shot?
- No, he was poisoned in a pint of sloe whiskey.

- Well, that's shocking.
-Hm.

- You know who did it?
- What?

- Know who did it?
- Oh, yes, yes.

- Who?
- His wife.

No.

Oh yes, perfectly clear case.

She had a motive, you know.

He was a first class rotter, you knew that.

Used to knock her about, she admits it.

And besides there was a package
of insurance money coming too.

- Oh, that's not possible.
- Oh yes.

Besides, she had the opportunity, you know.

He was seen going into the house
but nobody saw him come out.

And the stuff they found in his stomach
was identical

with some sleeping drug that she had on hand.

But that's absurd, that woman
couldn't have dragged the body into the canal.

Why not, it's only a few feet
to the end of the garden.

She wouldn't have had the strength.

Oh, my dear chap, when it comes
to finding strength or swinging.

Oh, this won't come to that.

No jury would convict that woman.

They'll convict her
without even getting out of the box.

You realize she hasn't any alibi.

Why she was in the house the whole time.

Oh, I see, I didn't mean to upset you.

- I didn't dream that--
- Oh, she's innocent.

Really, do you have any proof?

No but one can't live next door
to a person for eight years

without knowing something.

Oh, my dear Marshall, when it comes to knowing
what's in other people's hearts that's--

Oh, there's my man now.

Well, goodbye old chap.

Now don't let it worry you,
it's no affair of yours, you know.

Bon voyage.

What should it be, sir?

Whiskey, sir.

Three minutes to sailing.

All ashore that's going ashore.

- Bye.
- Bye.

It's beyond me.

The chap kills a man in cold blood
and we let him sail away just like that.

Well, what could I do?

If he killed Simmons it must've been
because he was guilty of killing his wife

and I couldn't prove that.

So he gets clean out of our hands.

This never was in our hand.

The other way around if anything.

There's only one thing
that will bring him to heel.

That's his own sense of decency.

Decency?
A murderer?

Now look here, my lad, I know Philip Marshall.

He's not a killer, not by nature.

He's a man just the same as you and I are.

That's the reason I gave him that cooked up story
about Mrs. Simmons.

I didn't think it was possible
that he'd let an innocent woman suffer

for something that he'd done.

But looks as though I was wrong, doesn't it?

I would've made a bet that you were wrong
all the time, Inspector.

Sergeant, do you still want to bet?

Look.

My hat's off to you, Inspector.

- Thank you, Sergeant.
- Shall I grab him?

- No.
- He's getting away.

No he isn't.

He thinks he's done a pretty big thing.

Let's leave him alone.

He'll come to us when he's ready.

Just keep an eye on him in the meantime.

Where to, Governor?

Scotland Yard.