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Joe?

You know, one of these days you're going

to fry yourself, Lisa.

Sleep well?

I always sleep well.

One last thing we have in common?

Oh, come on, I don't want to get

into that.

I do.

I've got something I want to discuss.

Can it wait?

No.

Come on, I've got a lot of things

to settle.

Besides, we sail for Europe tomorrow, remember, Lisa?

You sail for Europe tomorrow, Joe.

Meaning you don't?

Mm-hmm.

What's going on?

I mean, we fixed this weeks ago.

We're all set.

Besides, I need you to take care of

the social stuff this trip.

When I finalise my branch operations in England

and France...

I'll be in Reno.

Reno?

And I won't need you for any of

the social stuff, either.

Is this some kind of a joke?

I'm not laughing.

You could call our marriage a joke.

A bad one, of course.

I've had enough, Joe.

I want to start a new life right

now.

Okay, who is he?

Oh, you're so crude.

You're still the small-time strikebreaker.

There isn't anybody, not yet.

I just want to be free again.

You know, it's finished between us.

Reno, you can't be serious.

Can't I?

Why not?

Okay.

Hey.

Okay.

You want a divorce?

What's the deal?

Never change.

Your whole life's a business transaction.

And so is yours.

What kind of a settlement are you looking

for?

Half.

Half?

Half of what?

Prison industries?

Or the equivalent in cash, what else?

You're crazy.

Why?

I helped you build your empire.

Without me, my inspiration, you'd still have one

little plant that you blackmailed from the owner,

Duncan Bearings, New Jersey.

Instead, you're worth millions.

You're out of your mind.

I mean, no court in the world would

award you...

You can't afford to let it go to

court, Joe.

Imagine the effect on your position, your business,

your new overseas branch operations, if those letters

were read out, printed in the papers.

Letters?

What letters?

The letters you wrote to your little friend

Anna last year when she went to visit

her friends in Germany.

You really should have told her to burn

them.

I don't just mean your clumsy protestations of

eternal passion, but the crazy account...

Account?

What are you talking about?

Your mind's blanked out on that.

You detailed in writing your rise to fame

and fortune, boasted how you lied, cheated, blackmailed,

strong-armed boy, you name it, you did

it, and you wrote about it as if

you were proud of it.

You looped the loop, honey.

Where'd you get them?

You got them, but how?

The safety depository.

No!

How?

Check with Anna!

You stupid broad!

You hold them!

You should have stayed a strikebreaker.

We'll talk further tonight.

Joe!

Lady of leisure.

It's time to wake up, lady.

What, Joe?

What is it?

My letters, that's what.

Where are they?

Here.

Where else?

I thought I told you to burn them.

I know you did, but I didn't want

to.

And now my wife has them.

On safe deposit.

But that's ridiculous, Joe.

She can't have.

She's lying.

I can prove it.

You can see for yourself.

Of course I couldn't burn them, Joe.

They meant too much to me.

But they were here!

All right, Anna, you think back.

Who was here?

When?

How?

Mr. Brisson hasn't arrived yet.

The appointment was for ten o'clock.

It's ten after now.

Then you're late, Mr. Duncan.

No, he is.

And the lights failed.

Yes, and a man, an electrician, came up.

To check the fuses?

Yes.

What was this?

Pretty soon after I got back from Germany.

Bringing all my letters with you.

Of course.

We had to get them instead of this

crummy dump.

But this is my place, Joe!

OK.

This guy, this phoney electrician.

He identified himself.

He even had a card from the landlord.

Oh, I bet.

And then what?

Then I had to go out.

Suddenly?

Unexpectedly?

Yes, as a matter of...

Why?

I got a call from the DA's office.

They said they needed a temporary stenographer.

So you went.

I needed the job.

This scam is going to get us into

a lot of trouble.

Did you get the job?

No.

When I got there, the lady supervisor said

that the vacancy was filled already.

Of course.

And when you got back here, the lights

were repaired and the electrician, nowhere.

Yes.

I'm sorry, Joe.

How could I have known?

By using your head, that's how.

Mr. Brisson.

Mr. Brisson.

Yes.

Mr. Duckham's still waiting, Mr. Brisson.

I said I was tied up all morning.

But he insists...

Why don't you tell him again?

No.

All right, tell him to come in.

Thank you, Mr. Brisson.

Well, I've changed my mind, Duckham.

Now, any guy who can't change his mind

against the odds has got to be a

jerk, right?

I agree, Mr. Brisson.

I've come to ask you to do just

that.

About what?

About closing down Duckham Barrens, my plant.

Your plant?

Oh, no, no.

The facts, Duckham.

My plant?

Oh, it's a marginal operation, ineffective.

I just can't bail it out any longer,

so...

You meant to close it down from the

beginning, didn't you?

Buying me out, saying you'd keep it going

with me as manager.

Now you close it.

You've ruined me and our town.

A workforce of 2,000 out.

Yes, but...

You have to blame my partner, Duckham.

Partner?

Yes, my wife, Lisa.

You see, the closure was her idea.

Brisson Industries takes a whopping paper loss.

No cutaway liabilities.

Cleaning up on taxes.

Her scheme, legal, perfect.

And all because your wife's so fit to

remember that Lisa's grandfather was a junk dealer

and not a back bay aristocrat like Lisa

likes to put on.

You dirty swindler.

Blame her.

You're in it together.

Oh, I know how you started, Brisson.

Blackmailing Angus Miller when you broke a strike

for him way back.

From goon squad to president.

I faced guns before, Duckham.

Not this one.

Just sit very still.

Don't be a fool, Howard.

I mean, why lose your life just to

satisfy an anger with the wrong person?

Don't give me that.

You've ruined me.

I have debts.

My wife needs medical attention.

And our town needs that factory.

So I'm trading my life for theirs.

But how would your going to the electric

chair help you or them?

Now use your head, Howard.

I have.

I've got insurance.

I'm going to kill you.

By the time you're found, I'll be driving

out of town.

When I get to the parkway, I'll step

on it.

Ten miles out, there's a curve, a deep

ravine.

I'll hit that at 70 miles an hour.

Accidental death doubles the insurance.

So my family will be taken care of

and without you to push it through, the

board won't close my plant.

So it's a good deal all the way

around.

Ha, ha, ha.

If you're going to fire a gun, Howard,

it's best to release the safety catch.

Now let's rework the deal, shall we?

If you're so anxious to kill someone, I

have a very handsome proposition for you, so

listen carefully.

Now my wife, her habits are very regular.

She values her appearance, her beauty sleep, right?

She goes to bed at half past 11.

And she is asleep by midnight.

Hmm?

I accept your apology, Joe.

Good.

I'm so glad you've seen it my way.

Me too.

Now remember, no publicity.

You come back here tomorrow night while I

sail on the Queen Mary.

I heard you, Joe.

Next day I go to Reno.

At least I check into the hotel under

an assumed name.

That's right.

We keep everything under wraps until I close

my deals in England and in France.

And then you get 50% of a

very real 100%.

And the letters?

Oh, well, we keep them in the safety

deposit box until I come back.

And then we burn them together.

Good.

Fifty percent.

Right.

Right down the middle.

Dancing to the sounds of Henry Hall and

his orchestra continues in the pink ballroom.

And first class passengers only are invited to

the casino on deck A.

The time is 2315.

Forty-five minutes.

Who is it?

Mrs. Prissen?

Please, I must speak to you.

Who are you?

Anna.

Anna Kleiber.

Why should I talk to you?

Look, I know it's late, but it's very

important.

It's about Joe's letters.

Please.

I'm just about to leave.

I promise I won't keep you long.

I can give you five minutes.

I find your proposition difficult to understand, Miss

Kleiber.

It's not.

I said I love Joe, but I'm letting

him go.

It was wrong, our affair.

Don't you see?

So you're returning him to me?

No, not like that.

I didn't mean it to...

But you want his letters back.

Yes.

And I promise I won't see him or

contact him again.

So it's a deal?

No.

What I've been trying to say is that

I'm sorry for everything that has happened.

But Joe's letters mean a great deal to

me, Mrs. Prissen.

And to me, Miss Kleiber.

Stay for not too long.

But you don't understand.

I find your proposal quaint, Miss Kleiber.

Do you know why?

No.

Because I don't want my husband back.

You've wasted your time.

I'm so sorry.

Joe means nothing to me.

But his letters, well, that's something quite else,

you see.

Good night, Miss Kleiber.

I should take the subway this time of

night, if I were you, Miss Kleiber.

It's safer.

Yes, I'd like to make a ship-to

shore telephone call.

I'll put you through to the wireless room,

sir.

Thank you.

Hello.

Mrs. Prissen speaking.

Queen Mary calling.

What is it?

What's happened?

Has something happened?

Lisa?

Joe.

Relax, Lisa.

Nothing's happened.

I just wanted to make sure that I

just wanted to speak to you, that's all.

Oh.

I was asleep.

I didn't expect a call so soon.

I know.

I just forgot to ask you where I

get in touch with you in Reno.

Well, I don't know yet, do I?

Does it matter?

Of course.

I mean, I gotta let you know when

I clinch my deals.

Okay.

As soon as I'm settled, I'll cable.

Oh, by the way, my darling, you'll be

delighted to know that I've taken out $10

,000 from the bank to cover my expenses

in Reno.

It's a little heavy, isn't it?

Oh, I've got a heap of things to

buy.

I...

He's...

Oh, my God, Joe.

What is it?

Joe!

Joe!

Joe!

Ah!

Is there

all the time?

Take it easy.

You've got it.

It's done.

Yes?

Mr. Bresson.

Oh.

Who are you?

My name's Harrington.

I've got a message for you from your

wife.

My wife?

So that's why she wanted the $10,000?

I charge and I deliver.

Look, Mr. Harrington, I can pay you double.

Oh, Mr. Bresson, I've already been paid.

All right.

Come on.

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