All language subtitles for Million Dollar Weekend (1948).en

Leaving so soon?

Hello, Dave.

How about
coming to the country club for lunch?

Fresh air will do you good.

I'm sorry, Dave,
I've made other arrangements.

I see.

My boy,
the market looks better this morning.

If it opens as well as this on Monday,
we can liquidate

the million dollars and securities
we've been hanging on to.

Yes, Dave. Have a nice weekend.

All right, pretty heavy.

Small homework?

Not exactly.

I'm washing up a little business
I've had on my mind for a long time.

Don't overdo it.

Remember what happened to your father?

Yes.

I remember.

If the weather's fine,
I may drive over to your place on Sunday.

You'd better phone first.
I've made tentative plans.

Don't make any change in account of me.
Have a good time.

I'll see you Monday.

Monday.

Goodbye, Dave.

Bye, Nick.

Overseas reservations.

I want to confirm my ticket
on today's flight to Shanghai.

What is the name, please?

Henry Nicholas.

I made the reservation a week ago.

Just a moment, Mr. Nicholas.

Hello, yes, Mr. Nicholas,
everything is in order.

You're on flight 649
from Municipal Airport.

Your ticket is at the reservation desk.

Departure time is 10:30 o'clock.

Thanks very much.

You're welcome.

I am the resurrection and the light,
saith the Lord.

He that believeth in me,
though he were dead,

yet shall he live again.

Whosoever liveth and believeth in me
shall never die.

We brought nothing into this world.
It is certain we carried nothing out.

The Lord gave,
and the Lord hath taken away.

Blessed be the name of the Lord.

-Municipal Airport, Thompson.
-Yes, madam.

Municipal airport.

Flying the northern route
around this low pressure area at 16,000ft

will be nice and smooth.

You'll have a 56 mile an hour tailwind
taking you across in a hurry.

Good deal. You figured the time in?

Here she is.
Eight hours plus 30 minutes.

I'll have to slow up
to keep it on schedule.

I'll find him, you run to the airplane
and check the equipment.

-They should be loading the dining by now.
-Will do!

Do you charge extra for overweight?

Only on boxes and bags.
Your name please?

United flight 649 for Honolulu
and connections to the Orient,

now loading at gate seven.

All aboard please.

Your ticket and baggage check.
The flight is loading at gate seven.

Thank you.

Los Angeles tower, this flight 649.
Ready for taxi instructions, over.

-Happy honeymoon!
-Happy honeymoon!

-You have a good time!
-Happy honeymoon.

Can I move to the rear compartment
before we take off?

I have a friend there.

-I think we can manage that if we hurry.
-Thanks.

Here you are, sir.
I'll take your hat and coat.

Hello, Cynthia.

Alan, what are you doing here?

Traveling with an old
and very close friend.

Namely you Cynthia, my dear.

I don't understand.

How could you suddenly leave town
and your business?

Being here
is the most important business I have.

What do you mean?

Big business, Cynthia.

Very big business.

Besides, being a very lovely woman,
you are a very fortunate one.

Go on.

I happen to be fortunate to
because I am the only one who knows.

You murdered your husband.

I tell you, that isn't true.

Unfortunately, Cynthia, I was there,

and my word is better than yours,
because I didn't hate George.

I merely tolerated him
so that I could be close to you.

I can't listen anymore.

Think back, Cynthia.

Think back five days and nights.

The three of us were there.

That's right.
You remember.

You will always remember.

Yes. Cynthia.
I know what you were thinking.

You see, I hadn't really gone.

I went inside and watched

because I knew
how dangerous George could be.

I wanted to protect you.

After it happened, I left and waited.

Waited for what?

The insurance company's decision
to pay off.

- They haven't.
-But they will.

Then…

-What?
-I want half of it and you.

I thought George Strong was rotten.

He was.

If it pleases you to think it, so am I,

but that's of little consequence.

I've made you a proposition
that has but one answer.

I'll give you until one hour
after we reach Honolulu to accept it.

-If you don't…
-Your dinner.

No, thank you.

Your dinner, sir.

Thank you.

Your dinner, sir.

Your dinner, sir.

This food is really delicious.

It's amazing
what they can do on these planes.

What a nuisance.

Excuse me.

Please, may I speak to you?

I'm sorry to bother you,
but I'm in trouble.

Terrible trouble.

-Trouble?
-Yes.

Please help me.

You see the man sitting next to me?

What about him?

He's been threatening me.

What can I do to help?

Pretend that you know me.

Please.

Alan, I'd like you to meet Mr. Nicholas.

He's an old friend of mine.

I haven't seen him for a long time.

Here he was, sitting right opposite us.

-It's a small world, isn't it?
-Yes, it is very tight.

-Mr. Nicholas?
-That's right.

Strange how old friends meet, isn't it?

-An old friend, Mr. Nicholas?
-Yes, Alan.

You can't imagine
how glad I am to see him.

This is Alan Marker.

How do you do?

Hello, Mr. Marker.
Enjoying the flight?

I was.

Pardon my mentioning it,
but for old friends,

you seem to have very little to say.

The most enduring kind of friendship
is the strong, silent type.

Traveling on business?

Yes, my own.

-What's your line?
-Any number of things.

Right now I am busily engaged
in the process of thinking.

-Thinking?
-Yes.

Thinking how perfectly obvious it is
you've never met before.

-Can you prove that?
-Yes.

What was her maiden name?

Well, I never bothered to find out.

When she was little,
I used to call her Snooks.

Now that she's grown up,
I just call her Spook.

At least you know the answers
better than you do the girl.

-Stewardess?
-Yes, sir.

-I need a drink. Is that possible?
-Certainly, sir.

-What would you like to have.
-Cynthia?

-Nothing for me.
-I'll have a Manhattan, please.

I'd like a Napoleon brandy.

Sorry, sir, we don't have that.
Would you like something else?

I never drink anything else.

Very well, sir.

Let's do something to pass the time.

How about some Gin Rummy?

Make it poker and I'll join you.
After all, we are old friends, aren't we?

Perhaps we can use
Mr. Nicholas' briefcase as a table.

Works fine.

Now, what's the limit?

Perhaps that's a superfluous question.

I think we're all playing
for the same stakes.

Cynthia.

Honolulu tower, this United flight,
649, ten miles east of the field.

Landing instructions, please.

Flight 649, you're cleared into traffic,
landing on runway eight, over.

Roger.

We're coming into Honolulu, sir,
will you please fasten your seat belt?

Very pleasant game.

Now that it's over, I can tell you
I could have won a lot more.

I still have an ace up my sleeve.

Where are you staying in Honolulu?

I haven't decided.

What about you, Cynthia?

Same place.

Flight 649,
clear to make right turn when ready.

Just a moment, madam.

You dropped your glove.

Oh. Thank you.

You are welcome.

You're checking in
for only a few hours, sir?

That's right.

I just want to freshen up before I catch
tonight's plane for Shanghai.

-Room 643.
-Thank you.

I'd like to put this
in your hotel safe until I leave.

Certainly, sir,
but you'll have to claim it before 10:00.

You see, the office safe can't be opened
between 10 p.m. and 8 a.m.

Never mind, I'll keep it with me.

Did you have a reservation, sir?

Hello, get me United Airlines
reservations, please.

Hello. This is Mr. Nicholas speaking.

I want to confirm my reservation
on tonight's plane to Shanghai.

Good.

I'll be there.

Would you care for another one, madam?

-Yes, please.
-Make me a Napoleon brandy, please.

You have the persistency
of a bulldog, haven't you?

And the bite, if necessary.

Charming place, isn't it?

It could be.

I've always loved
the tropical way of living.

You mean without working for it?

No, I mean the romance of it.

The natives enjoy
the beautiful things in life.

So do I.

You're beautiful, Cynthia.

They tell me
the housing problem is very acute.

Apropos of what?

I think, you'd have trouble
finding space under a rock.

I don't resent that, my dear.

Your tongue is merely bitter
from the spleen of your conscience.

Oh, that music.

If he could replace the steel strings
with those of a soft, sturdy badness,

wouldn't it remind you of that evening
a long time ago?

That night at the Cannes?

The night I introduce you
to your late husband.

What are you going to do
if I don't agree to your blackmail?

Turn you over to the police
and live on happily ever after.

Alan, since we are supposed
to be such good friends,

how can you even think of such things?

I need money, Cynthia.

I've always needed money.

So have you.

That's why you married George.

That's why you killed him.

Trouble again?

I got your note.

You weren't coming, were you?

No.

I guess I can't blame you.

I had no right to involve you
in the first place.

I sent you the note

because I wanted to thank you
for your help on the plane.

Did it do any good?

So much, for the time.

Now, I don't know.

You've thanked me, maybe I'll thank you
if you'll tell me what it's all about.

Who is Alan Marker
and why are you afraid of him?

I can't explain all that.

I wish I could.

However, I've got to wait.

Will you continue
to act the role of an old friend?

I don't know.

What is it entailed?

Let's walk.

All right.

It's a beautiful island, isn't it?

It's like a page out of a travel folder.

Diamond Head and the long surf.

Music as soft as the sand,

and tall palms that bow to the sea.

Very pretty.

You're sorry you made this trip,
aren't you?

I wouldn't say that.

This is just a stopover for me.
I still have a long way to go.

Where to?

Shanghai.

Why?

What do you mean, why?

Nothing.

I just had a feeling
you are running away from something.

You're not very happy about it.

What makes you say that?

I suppose it's that unreliable
feminine instinct called intuition.

While we're on the subject of travel.

What are you doing here?

I don't know.

I wanted to get away
from something and I failed,

miserably.

You mean Alan Marker?

He's part of it.

I had hoped that I could forget
everything that's passed.

I was looking forward
to the beginning of a bright new life.

Let's pretend it that way.

Take me to dinner and cocktails tonight
and we'll dance under the stars.

Am I asking too much?

Sounds very enticing,

but I'm catching my plane tonight.

Come on, I'll take you back to the hotel.

Going somewhere?

For someone without any plans,
you seem to be packing in a hurry.

Do you usually enter people's rooms
without knocking?

Skip that, what are you packing for?

-I'm leaving.
-With Marker?

Of course not.

If he even finds out…

I've got to hurry.

Just a moment.

I'm in a little trouble myself now
and you might know the answers.

-I don't know what you mean.
-I think you know someone who does.

This whole deal
smells a little of halibut to me.

-First, you pick me up on an airplane.
-You could phrase that better.

You tell me you're being threatened
by a man, but not why.

I can't tell you why.

Then I find you sitting at a bar,
drinking with him.

Of course you did slap his face.

However, that could be part of the act
to arouse my interest.

To get me to take a long walk
on the terrace, while Marker…

-Just what are you getting at?
-Plenty.

Where are you going?

-I don't know.
-You don't know?

You dumb up at just the right times,
don't you?

I think you've got a pretty smart mind.

A million dollar mind.

Where's Marker and where were you going?
Or are you going to meet him somewhere?

On the contrary, my dear fellow.

I believe she intended
avoiding me completely.

This is really a cozy little scene.

If you are trying to hold Cynthia's hand,
you'll find it much lower down her arm.

Leaving so soon, Cynthia?

Don't bother answering.

It's getting so no one can trust anyone,
can one?

Let's skip all the small talk.
Where's my briefcase?

Your briefcase?
Why should I know where it is?

Because I've got a pretty good hunch
you came to my room and took it.

If you did, you'll find yourself
in plenty of hot water.

If I do, I won't be
the only one who gets boiled.

Do you think Alan came to your room
and stole something?

You're the only two people
I've had contact with.

If it wasn't Alan, it could have been me.

Certainly. He's in your room.

There is no reason
why you couldn't have been in his.

By the way, what was in the briefcase?

It was filled with…

valuables.

Why don't you report it to the police?

Yes, why don't you?

I see.

I don't blame you
for not calling in the police.

They are such inquisitive devils.

Personally, I am bored
with the whole thing.

Oh, Cynthia, regarding my proposition,

I've extended the time another hour.

Generosity is one of my many faults.

I'll be in the bar if you get tired
of renewing your old friendship.

What's the proposition
he wants an answer to?

Like what's in your briefcase?

I can't tell you.

I still think he stole it.

Then why don't you make him admit it?

He said he'd be in the bar.

Yes.

I think I will.

I think I'd better keep you with me.

All right.

What'll you have, sir?

Have you seen the guy
who got slapped earlier?

Not since the lady slapped his cheek.

Thank you.

Come on.

-Has Mr. Marker just checked out?
-Yes, sir, just a few moments ago.

To the airport.

Follow that car!

I want to lose the car following us.

Put your foot to the floor
and your fare will be doubled.

Faster!

-Is there a back road to the airport?
-Yes, but it's a long way around.

Take it, I've got to lose that car.

Pass him and head him off.

Look out for that car!

-Lost them.
-Which way do these roads go?

-Left is the beach, right is the airport.
-Go right.

This is United Flight 648, ready to taxi.
What's delaying this flight?

I'm picking up too late passengers, 648.

Roger, tower.

It's the last call for flight 648,
leaving for San Francisco.

Now loading at gate two.

This is the last call. All aboard please.

I went to considerable trouble
to take it away from you.

How low can you get?

Blackmail is bad enough,
but a common thief.

I so far have taken nothing
from his case except this gun.

Did you say blackmail?

That's what he's following me for.

Now, like a fool,
I let you bring me right back to him.

For the moment, Cynthia,
I've lost interest in you.

Financially, that is.

Did she, by chance tell you

what inspired me to,
forgive the word, blackmail her?

No.

I bet he didn't tell you
what's in this briefcase either, did he?

No.

There should never be secrets
between old friends like you.

This is 648 overhead.

Seen any mermaids lately?

Over.

Hello, 648, last mermaid I saw
was swimming toward Fresco.

Give her my love.

Over.

A million dollars.

That's a lot of money, isn't it?

It's very fortunate
that it's in my hands for safekeeping.

Because, you see, my dear,

I found out that the briefcase
belongs to a Mr. Nicholas Lawrence.

Now, if Mr. Henry Nicholas
takes it from me.

Why?

Naturally, I'd be forced to have
the captain radio ahead

to the San Francisco police.

Because, you see, my dear,
your friend Henry stole it.

San Francisco Tower,
this is United Flight 648,

15 miles west of the field.

Landing instructions, please.

Cleared the other traffic,
land in runway two, over.

Thank you, tower.

Look, Marker, I'll make a deal with you.

Name it.

Fifty-fifty.

On that basis, I still have to collect
from dear Cynthia to make up the deficit.

Yes. It's agreed.

We'll arrange the details on the ground.

The Golden Gate.

They must have named that bridge for me.

Would you kindly remain in your seats
until the agricultural inspector comes?

He wants to make sure
you aren't carrying

forbidden flowers
or fruits onto the mainland.

Thank you.

Are you bringing in any flowers,
fruits, seeds or anything like that?

No, sir, we aren't.

Thank you.
You can get off the plane now.

Are you bringing in
any fruits, flowers or seeds?

-No, I'm not.
-Thank you.

Thank you.

You can get off the plane now.

Do you have any fruits, flowers, seeds
or anything like that?

-No, no fruits, flowers, seeds.
-Just a moment.

I was told that you're bringing in
a species of Bandusia aurelia.

I'm sorry, Mr., but we have strict orders

against allowing Bandusia aurelia
into the States.

I wouldn't know her.

-What did you call that?
-Bandusia aurelia.

I wouldn't know one of those if it bit me.

Did that black haired fellow tell you
I was carrying one of those things in?

Yes, he did.

That was just a joke, officer.

He's a very old friend of ours,
isn't he, dear?

Yes, very old one.

It was just a joke, officer.
May we go now?

I'm sorry to detain you,
but I'll have to look through your bags.

Bags? We don't have any bags.

No bags?

Nobody ever flies this round
without no bags.

Just keep your seats a moment, please,

while I let the rest
of the passengers off.

Are you bringing in
any flowers, fruits, seeds?

I'll find him if I have
to comb every street and hotel

in San Francisco by hand.

Driver, how many streets
are there in San Francisco?

Lady, did you ever count
the wrinkles on a prune?

Come on, get going.

No, sir,
there's no Mr. Marker registered here.

I'm sorry, sir, there's no one
by that name registered here.

I'm getting awfully hungry.

There's a nice new restaurant.

We haven't time. Keep going, driver.

Marker, Marker.

Sorry, he's not registered.

No, sir,
there's no Mr. Marker registered here.

May I help you, madam?

I know just the place down
near Fisherman's Wharf.

Good food, soft candlelight
and sweet music.

Any place to relax for a few minutes.

Good evening, sir.

-Good evening.
-Table for two?

-Yes, please.
-This way, please.

Still hungry?

Are you?

No. Thirsty?

Champagne, cold and dry.

Yes, sir.

I hate to admit it.

I'm licked.

This is very funny.

This whole incident.

Very funny.

I make perfect plans
for a magnificent future.

Then out of all the boats,
planes and trains in the world,

I buy a ticket on the one plane

and sit in the one seat
that could get me into trouble.

Very funny.

I don't think it's so funny.

You don't, huh?

You know, for a casual acquaintance,
you're a pretty expensive girl.

You cost me just one million bucks.

I'd like to ask you a few questions
and I think you owe me a few answers.

What would you like to know?

What has Marker got on you?

He says that…

I murdered my husband.

Did you?

I don't blame you
for not wanting to talk about it.

I do want to talk about it.

I find myself wanting to tell you

everything about me.

I'm sorry.

I hate weeping women.

My husband was a winner.

He won every game he played,

including the one
he played with me eight years ago,

when we were married.

He was a great surgeon.

All his patients survived.

Their scars healed.

With me, it was different.

His operations on me were mental.

My scars never healed.

You must have known
what you were getting into beforehand.

I didn't.

His charm disappeared
after the marriage.

He hated everything and everyone,

including me.

Did you hate him?

I don't know.

I was so unhappy and miserable
that I thought I hated him.

Go on.

It happened last week.

We were home,
having supper after the theater.

Alan Marker was there.

As usual,
George had been drinking too much.

As usual, he was insulting me.

I think I'd better push along.
It's getting quite late.

Don't bother, Cynthia, I see myself out.

-Good night, George.
-Good night.

Cynthia, I recognize that expression.

I've seen it so often.

Combines reproach,

anger

and indignant humiliation.

Shall we have another
turbulent little scene?

I rather enjoy them.

They compensate somewhat
for certain domestic deficiencies.

-Where are you going?
-To my room.

To lock your door behind you, as usual.

No, my darling.

I have
some interesting information for you.

Tonight,
we're going to alter that routine.

Let me go.

Let me go!
Let me go!

-You interest me far too much.
-Please don't.

Don't annoy me with your pleading.
I'm not going to let you go.

That's the story,

and it's the truth.

So you ran away.

Why did Marker follow you?

He says he never left the penthouse.

He was watching
through the terrace windows.

He insists that I've planned it all.

He says that I pushed George
over the terrace purposely.

What does he want from you?

Half the indemnity,

and me.

What has Marker been to you?

Nothing.

I've known him a long time.

That's all.

I think I'd better go.

Why?

Because everything I told you
is the truth.

I don't think you believe me.

I believe you.

I also believe you're a little fool.

You can't run away
from something like that.

Do as I say, not as I do.

You seem to forget that I met you
while you were running away.

You haven't told me why.

Okay, we're a pair of fools.

When I was a kid,
I used to watch the railroad tracks.

I wonder where they led to.

I watched ships sail over the horizon.
I wonder where they were going.

Then I grew up.

I came into my inheritance.

-Poor little rich boy.
-Not by a long shot.

My dad left me a raft of debts

and the same kind of driving ambition
that finally killed him.

He was a great guy.

Hard worker.

He spent a lifetime at a desk.

He wanted to own one
of the largest fortunes in the world.

He did,

for a while.

One day he stood at his desk
with a head full of worry,

an empty wallet

and a sudden pain.

The obituaries were great.

I pitched in, cleaned up the debts,

and soon I found myself working Saturdays,
Sundays and holidays,

slugging it out in the battle
for the buck.

It took me 15 years
to realize I was walking step for step

in the same exact tracks my father made.

One day someone would find me too,

dead, in dad's tracks.

He didn't know it,
but he'd died a little every day.

I decided to reverse the procedure.

I decided to see for myself what was
on the other side of the horizon.

So you ran away.

Was the money yours?

No.

It belonged to lots of people.

Birds with a sewing machine girl,

and others.

You have this effect on everybody?

What effect?

For the first time

I feel ashamed.

What are you going to do now?

I don't know.

I haven't thought that far.

Run away some more?

You think I ought to give myself up?

It isn't for me to say.

I know what I'm going to do.

If anyone suspects me
of murdering my husband,

I'm going back to face them.

I'm not going to spend the rest of my life
running away from something.

I wish I could help you.

I've got a few troubles of my own to face.

We met at the wrong time in our lives,
didn't we?

It should have been much earlier.

Or much later.

With all the trouble you have,

do you think you could save a little time
to see me?

I think maybe it would be better
if we didn't see each other.

It would only complicate matters.

Maybe so.

I have an idea.

We didn't get much out of Honolulu,
did we?

It was too soon.

Not too late.

Let's set a sort of tentative rendezvous.

One month from tonight ,at 8:15.

If we both get our lives straightened out
and we both feel the same way.

Let's meet again
on the terrace in Honolulu.

Like my idea?

I love your idea.

-What is it?
-Your coffee, sir.

Good evening.

The woman I gave the order to
was middle aged, lumpy,

and with a slight mustache.

That's Mrs. Guerin, the owner.

-You're very pretty.
-Thanks.

Is there anything else?

Perhaps?

We might talk a little.

This coffee's rather weak.

Suppose you could find
some stronger beverage?

Can I at least see you to a cab?

I think it's better this way.

Maybe so.

Will I see you in Honolulu?

I hope so.

If not,

I'll be thinking of you.

Goodbye.

Goodbye.

-A bottle of brandy, please.
-What kind you want?

Any kind, as long as it's Napoleon brandy.

-It's expensive.
-He doesn't care.

He never drinks anything else.

I see.

My last bottle Napoleon,

and the best.

Thank you.

Change.

Have a good time, honey.

Come in.

You may take your time.

That's wonderful.

-May I take your coat?
-Thank you.

You're biting
this old ray of judgment, my dear.

This brandy
is the most delicate bouquet of all.

These are not exactly
the most glamorous containers,

but we will use our imagination.

As you look at them,

they will soon become
the most beautiful bowls of crystal.

-Good morning, Nick.
-Good morning, Dave.

-Have a good weekend?
-Great.

You must have,
you look like a million dollars.

Patch and all.

How'd you get it?
You bump into a door?

Not exactly.

I called you yesterday.
You weren't home.

I wasn't home.

Dave,

I made a big decision last night.

I'm gonna put in one good,
hard month's solid work.

Then I'm going to take a long vacation.

Fine, fine.
That's okay with me.

You need a vacation.

Where are you going?

I'll send you a postal card.

-You ready to go to work?
-Right.

What was that idea you had
about liquidating some of the securities?

Here's the plan,
but have to be very careful with this.

One million dollars is a lot of money.